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Hi.

Hey. How you doing?

I'm doing okay.
How are you doing?

Good.

Mmm.

What? Did you just
look at your watch?

No.

I'm not touching you until you
take that watch off.

I'm gonna take off
more than my watch.

Ugh.

I'm terrible. I'm terrible!

No, it's feeling
really good. Let's just go another one.

I can't get it poppin'.

What's in the bottle, Alicia?

H2O, like it says.

Russian water.

Andy, Andy, let her be.

Give me that bottle, Alicia.

No!
Give it to me.

Don't you dare! Give it to me, Alicia.
Give it to me. Give it to me.

No! Let -- No!
Come on!

You're not an artist! You don't
know what an artist needs!

Talent. Inspiration. Maybe just
a little bit of discipline.

But a liter of vodka
at 11:00 in the morning?

What are you doing?

You don't own me.
That's what Normandy would say.

Just take all that pain

and put it into the music
where it belongs.

Look, let's -- let's go again.
Give her an auto-tune track.

You sing it.

Come on,
stop being a baby, Alicia.

I hate you so much right now!

Uhh! Uhh!
Stop!

Leave me alone! Ugh!

Look, that is the grief talking.
Use it!

Damn!

Nice work, Andy.

I just wanna tell y'all...

...that I'm free today
'cause I put my trust in God.

I accepted Jesus
as my co-pilot.

I lost my brother,

a man I loved like a brother

since were little kids
in the East Bay.

But nothing can bring him back.

And then to have
the whole world thinking

that I did that to him?

We'd like to thank
the Acting D.A., Martin Reardon,

for his courage in showing
a commitment to justice,

not politics.

We've needed change
like this for years.

Maybe now
we can finally break

the police department's
choke hold

on the D.A.'s office.

Choke hold?
Billy...

why'd you run?

I was scared.

Because innocence doesn't keep
black men breathing in America.

Yeah, you saw how that cop shot
the guy he thought was me.

Billy panicked. He was trying
to stay alive.

We're coming to you live
from the Oakland office...

Shit...of Nathan
Woodward, the attorney --

They're all scum
on that side of the aisle.

Woodward's a punk.

Mm, well, if Siletti hadn't
run over that civilian --

He hit her.
He didn't run over her.

Just to be accurate for the record.
Okay, but dead no matter what.

I mean, the point is, Siletti
would've charged to the max...

Right...and -- and
then he would've kept him inside,

and we would have time it to --
to build our case.

Right, but outside, Billy has
room to make mistakes, guys.

That's how we're gonna
take him down.

Mm-hmm. That's all we got.
Yep.

You need to be 100% safe.
110%.

That means you drive under
the speed limit.

You don't contact
anybody of interest. You get me?

You stay close to home
with Rainelle.

You behave like you are strapped
with an ankle monitor.

Because they will be
watching you, for a while.

But you are
a waste of scarce resources

if you don't
produce results.

Let's give Sunday thanks
for tight budgets.

Nathan...

I hope you don't charge
by the word

'cause you use so many.

No, ma'am.

All right.

Thanks, bro.
Mm-hmm.

You keep showing up, Mario.
You just keep showing up.

What do you want?

Still my office,
my chairs, my desk.

Can you get to the point,
please? One of us is busy.

Eddie Moss.

What about him?

I, uh, caught his name on your
witness list in the rape trial.

Yeah, well, the defendant
couldn't resist bragging to him

when they were in jail
together.

College don't make you
smart.

Now without the informant,

all you have is
"he said, she said," right?

A college kid versus
a paid escort.

That's weak for rape.

And I told you that back when
you charged, remember?

Then we got lucky, I guess.
It happens.

Can you put that down,
please?

You planted the informant,
Marty, to shore up your case.

You have lost your mind.
I did no such thing.

After your defendant already
had an attorney,

thus the right it remain silent,
which you violated.

The defense is gonna shred you
like pulled pork.

Moss' name is
in our database --

There's no outside access
to our database.

It won't pass
as a coincidence

that a snitch
in so many other cases

wound up next to your
chatty defendant in custody.

Well, I'm going to assume

that if I didn't know anything
about that,

neither will
the kid's attorney.

You need to make a deal,
Marty.

That's not your call anymore.

Oh, so you're willing
to benefit from perjury,

obstruction of justice,

violation
of constitutional rights --

Mario! Mario, this kid
is a monster.

Of course he is!

And you're trying to protect
the victim. I get it.

But I would hate to see you ruin
your career over this, Marty.

I mean,
you're too good a lawyer.

This...

...is my desk.

You are sitting
in one of my chairs.

Do you get that? Is that
resonating with you?

You are never coming back,
Mario, okay?

So get used to it, okay?

You don't take my good advice,
you will lose the case.

You will be publicly humiliated.

You were the one
who was in charge.

Y- You!
You are such a hypocrite.

I believed in the integrity
of my subordinates.

Apparently, I was wrong.

You know what?

You used to care about
the victims.

Hmm? You remember that?

Back before you went
and put yourself

on the wrong side
of the aisle.

You did that to yourself.

I am living proof

that not every defendant
is guilty as charged.

Well...I came as a friend.

We were never friends.

Oh, now you're just trying
to be mean.

At least I won't feel sorry
for you when you lose, Marty.

Good luck in court.

Hi.
Hey.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.

Are you okay?
I think so.

Oh.

All right, Billy James
definitely had enough cash

to skip town.

What was he waiting on?

Mm.
Or who?

Hey. Uh...
Uh, my guess is Daphne.

...my guess would be Daphne.

So we sit on them?

Right. Well, yeah, I mean,
if -- if we're right,

one of them's gonna
make a move.

It'll just be
a matter of time.

Yeah.
Lust makes you stupid.

Alicia?

It's me.

Babe?

Alicia?

Honey?

Baby.

I'm comin' in.

Alicia?

Alicia!

Alicia, baby. no.
No, no, no. Come on.

Alicia. Come on, baby.
Come on.

Alicia, wake up. Wake up!
Wake up.

Hold on.

Stay with me. Come on. Come on.

Get you out of here.
You're okay.

What have you done?
What have you done?

Come on. No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no. Come on.

Come on, one shot, man.

I'm just doing my job here.
Okay? Come on.

- Did you not hear me?
Back! Back!

Back up! Back up!

Out of the way!
Make some room!

No, uh, I don't know
what she took.

it could've been anything,
e- everything.

Okay, and who are you, exactly?
I'm her attorney.

Look, I-I-I need to be with her.
Can -- can I go with you guys?

I just...
Get in the back.

Cozy.

Terry:

Whoa.

What happened in here?

Girl's a slob.

Probably never picked up
anything in her entire life.

Oh.

These are worth more than
my mortgage payment.

Normandy had to deal
with all this?

Well, her house, her rules,
her hot bod.

Okay.

This guy's medicine cabinet

looks like it belongs
to an old man.

Well, that's what Burnside said,
right?

Uh, all
prescribed by the team doctor.

Dr. Feel-Good.

Dr. Feel-Good-Enough-to-Play.
Mm.

Ooh. Question.
Mm-hmm?

Why would a star athlete
in the prime of his life

need beta blockers?

Although, if this crazy chick
were my girl,

my blood pressure would
spike, too.

Those the same doctor?

Uh, no.
This one's Jack Kaplan.

Kaplan.

Okay.

Got it. Pacific Heights.

Ooh. Fancy.

Cardiologist.
Stanford-educated.

Guy's the real deal.

Address? Number?

Yeah. Saved.

You good?

I'm good.

Why was he taking
a beta blocker?

I want to help, but I cannot
disclose medical information

without my patient's consent,
which he cannot give me anymore.

All right, so as Normandy's
primary physician,

you were acting
in his best interest, correct?

Yes, of course.

So, Dr. Kaplan,
why stop there?

I would think he would expect
you to cooperate with us.

This isn't a breach

if you're presupposing
Normandy's consent

to solve this murder.

You're doing nothing wrong,
sir.

He came to me experiencing
atrial fibrillation,

specifically,
a fast, irregular heartbeat.

I prescribed Atenolol
to slow down the heart rate.

A.F. is a manageable condition

if there are
no complicating factors.

Like an aneurysm?

We saw the autopsy reports.

You knew about the aneurysm.

Of course.

It showed up
in the echocardiogram.

I was monitoring it for --
for any growth.

But early surgery

d- doesn't bring
long-term survival advantage.

Did you discuss his condition
with the team doctor?

Normandy refused to let me.
He...

he didn't want anyone to know,
not even his own family.

It wasn't a medical decision.

In your opinion,

do you think Normandy put
his life in jeopardy

by playing football?

A cardiac event cannot
be predicted.

Watchful waiting makes sense
for the typical patient his age.

But Normandy wasn't typical.
Violence was his profession.

The risk was higher for him.
of course,

as I fully informed him.

But patients have the right
to make up their own minds.

The irony is, it -- it wasn't
the cardiac condition

that killed him.

Just...a man with a gun.

What a waste.

Why was Normandy willing
to roll the dice like that?

Just for the money?

It's hard to give up
that kind of stardom, you know?

Now who are you when you used
to be Normandy Parker?

Yeah, making $14 mil a year
on the field.

That'd be, what?
Like, a hundred years for us?

No, 50, after he pays his taxes.

Well, I guess he has a big nut
to cover though, right?

I mean, between the wife
and the house and the kids

and his boys, his toys,
his personal payroll.

Maybe he had to play.

We'll need a forensics
accountant. Doctor what?

Adler. I'll call her.

All right. Then you two of you
go relieve Molk and Navarro.

Too much close time together,

they start to act like
rats in a cage.

Yeah.
Yes, sir.

Terry. A minute?

Sure.

You and Hildy
are my strongest team.

I can't have that jeopardized
by pheromones.

Oh --
Don't interrupt me.

I'm talking to you
as a friend here.

If there's something going on
between the two of you,

or about to go on --

and I'm not asking
for an answer -- it stops now,

or one of you needs
to transfer out.

Uh, there's no departmental
policy on this.

Yeah, well, there is in
my command. I have the option.

Look, I-I can't have
my detectives

multitracking on the job.

You screw each other,
you screw the work.

Am I being clear enough?

Yes, sir.

You know you're next in line
for my desk,

if and when I make a move,
right?

What happens to Hildy then?

You have an ongoing relationship
with a subordinate?

Or a bad history?

Either way, it's a mess.

All right,
this has to go away now, Terry,

or I'll let
the two of you decide

which one of you leaves the division.

The job comes first
while I'm in charge.

Work it out.

Are you finished, sir?

I'm not the problem.

There is no problem.

Oh, "retirement's"
a beautiful word.

You're depressing me, Molk.

Ah, nice.
Aw, man.

No, look, look.

Mm-hmm? No, what I'm
saying is -- is that

as opposed to buying a bar
or a business,

what you do is you buy --
buy the building

that they're in, right?
Mm-hmm.

And then you lease
it back to them. Mm.

See what I'm saying? So then
you get into real estate.

Now that's where you
stretch your...

...stretch your pension.

My p-- 58's a long way off.
Used to be.

Sometimes,
I hate you, you know?

Yes!

Hey!

All right, what's going on?

Hello.
Fresh babysitters. Thank you!

Yeah.

Stakeouts are a test
of mental discipline.

Mm-hmm, and bladder control.

Smells ripe in here.
Mm-hmm.

Has Billy budged?
Oh, sure, at, uh...

9:12, he came out to water
the roses.

At 11:34, he carried out
the trash.

At 2:10, he took grandma
on a short postprandial walk --

Molk's word of the day.
You're welcome.

Any visitors?

Mnh-mnh.
Grandma must not approve.

On the positive side,
Molk's convinced me

to dump my mutual funds
and buy real estate.

Good. I just said you
should diversify.

You're not listening.
Yeah, diversify my nuts, man.

I am not
interested in your nuts, man.

Car's around the corner. All right.
All right. Okay.

I wish you would listen to me. I'm
just talking about your -- Bye, guys.

Look, I mean, I have
Later.

These are important decisions.

Bye. See ya.

What does "prandial" mean?
No clue.

Okay, why are you sharing this
with me?

As an act of conscience.

You know, I'm hurt
that you look surprised.

I am an officer of the court,
same as you, Al.

It's the right thing to do.

You probably even know the young
man's attorney in this case.

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

You don't need to show him
the file.

Which is highly confidential
and probably illegal.

Did you know that
the attorney-client privilege

is the oldest privilege
recognized

by Anglo-American
jurisprudence?

16th century.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Meaning that I could
pass along a tip

from a protected source --
you.

Public records speak
for themselves...

once somebody knows
where to look.

Wow. Office politics, man.

You people are brutal
with each other.

Reardon doesn't deserve the job.
This isn't personal.

Of course it isn't.

Do you care?

About your motives?
No, not particularly.

Well, you did tell me to plan
for my future.

Is this gonna help our case?

Yes.

So what'd Koto say?

Koto? When?

When he asked you to stay behind
in his office,

and you went in
and closed the door.

Oh, my God.

That's such a tell when you do
that head thing.

Uh...

He said he thinks
we've gotten, uh, personal.

How?

W- what did you say?

Nothin'. Nothing? You just
sat there in dead silence?

Nothing. I mean,
I listened to him.

I mean, he's a good cop.
He's -- he's observant.

Are we ready to...
go public?

Koto won't let us
work together like that.

What, he'd break up
our partnership?

No, worse.

He said that the two of us...

...could not continue

working Homicide if we're
together and that, uh...

one of us would have
to transfer.

Wow. That's...
Yeah.

overstepping.

Yeah, it doesn't matter,
'cause...

he's above us
in the chain of command

and, uh, it's his decision,
so...

All right.

So I guess we just...

stay deep undercover, yeah?

Mnh-mnh.
I wanna be a couple, baby,

not a...
couple of sneaks.

Mm.

Well, you know, you know
you'd have to be the one

to transfer, right? Not me.

Me?

I've worked my ass off
to make Homicide, Terry.

I mean, I did, too.

Yeah, I know you did. But you're
a guy. It's different.

You share the same hormones.
You're welcome in any division.

You could do Vice. You could do
Special Investigations.

So, okay, but I'm --
I'm supposed to transfer down

because you're a woman?

Is that what you're saying?

You know it would be easier
for you than for me.

I'm sorry. I mean,
I wish it wasn't true.

Homicide's everything to me.

It's all I've ever wanted.
It...

I l-- I love this job.

Me, too.

I know, but it's not just
about career for me.

I'm saying...

it's who I am.

It's who we both are.

Where does that leave us?

Right now?

On a stakeout.

Dr. Collins,
dial 3-2-1-1.

Dr. Collins, dial 3-2-1-1.

Hi, baby.

Hi, Daddy.

I'm here, Ally.

Daddy's here.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so stupid.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no,
don't even start that.

Baby, I'm just glad
you're alive.

You hear me?

Baby, they're asking me...

what you took.

I can't even remember.

How much you took.

Just...

tell them
it wasn't on purpose.

Okay.

You go back to sleep,
baby.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Let's not just run
with the rumors, people.

Alicia is suffering
from exhaustion and stress

and grief.

And she's overworked herself
with her tribute to Normandy,

which is so important to her
since the tragedy.

This is her last gift to him.
She wants it to be perfect.

Now I don't need to tell you
that she is a perfectionist.

It's not exhaustion.

Why do you lie like that?
Paul, not helping.

I'm her father.

Alicia is a drug addict
and an alcoholic

because of the losers like him
living off her,

who lie every time
their lips move.

Isn't that right, Andy?

My daughter was strong
and clean and healthy

until Andy Lippman started
pimping her out for publicity.

Isn't that right, Andy?

You made that happen,
didn't ya?

Why don't you ask Mr. Barnes
about the restraining order

that Alicia
filed against him?

It's all public record.

You were supposed
to protect her!

You made that happen!

Hey. Hey.

So Alicia OD'ed?

Suicide attempt? Writer's block?
What do you think?

Yeah, I think you don't
play well with others.

That's what I think.

I mean, whatever happened
to our sharing arrangement?

When are you gonna
give me a tip, huh?

Okay, well,
there's some buzz online

that, you know,
Alicia OD'ed out of guilt

for her involvement
in Normandy's murder.

All right, conspiracy theories
don't qualify as tips.

Are you sure she had
no connection

with the murderer at all?

SFPD does not comment
on ongoing investigations.

Come on.
"No comment" sounds so shady.

It just means
you haven't cut her

from your roster of suspects. All right,
don't be cute. It means no comment.

You know, unlike you,
we're looking for facts...

...not headlines.

You're worse than TV news,
you know that?

Excuse me?

Hey, you should slow down
and get it right,

or you're just a joke
with a pretty face,

and I overestimated you.

Good advice...Jim.

Mr. Moss, how many times
have you testified

for the District Attorney's
office?

This year?
Sure.

First time.

And how about last year?
Last year was a good year.

I was able to contribute
to justice in three cases.

And how about
the year before that?

Now I'm losing count.

Two or three?

So in the last three years,

you've been a confidential
informant for the D.A.'s office

in at least six,
possibly seven cases

that have gone to court, right?

Yes, ma'am.

Six or possibly seven
total strangers

felt compelled to confess to you
behind bars

without you ever asking a word?

People like to talk to me.
I'm a good listener.

You know how to extract
information, don't you?

Obviously.

In exchange
for valuable consideration

by the D.A.'s office at your
future sentencing, right?

What?

If you help the prosecution,
then the prosecution helps you.

Is that your understanding?

Well, yeah,
because what's right is right,

and what's wrong is...

you know, wrong.

That's what I believe,
same as the D.A.

Your Honor, move to strike
the witness' testimony

in its entirety
as a blatant violation

of the defendant's
Sixth Amendment right

to remain silent

and have counsel present
during questioning,

compounded with the appearance
of gross misconduct

by the D.A.'s office. Your Honor,
Your Honor, unfounded allegation...

Mr. Reardon!
...in open court like...

The less you say in support
of your witness, the better,

before we get to the point
where I have to decide

whether you're dishonest
or just thick.

Now I am inclined
to strike the testimony,

but I strongly suspect
that the jury

can deal with it properly
per my instructions.

You may step down, Mr. Moss.
W- what'd I do?

You answered truthfully.
Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Your Honor,
may I approach the bench?

See you next week. Huh?

What up, boy?
Hey.

Here you go.
What's up?

All right, man, you up now.

Billy, Billy, Billy.
My man Hal. You can take one?

Be my guest, sir.

One of them days, huh?

Man, you won't believe.

Oh, not too tight, man.
Not too tight.

Hey, hey, it's over now,
crybaby.

How's Rainelle, Billy?

She's keeping me on my knees.

She's God-fearing,
that's for sure.

How about you? You okay?

It's like I'm in solitary.
You know what I mean?

Nobody wants their name logged
on some damn police report.

They watching you?
Please believe.

Yo.
Oh.

Hang in there, man.
Thanks, man.

I mean, out here, I don't mind
people knowing me.

But I am the most hated man
from west to east

for a whole lot of fools.

It's like, you got popped,
you gotta be guilty, you know?

I hear ya.

Not much I can do
for your look, though.

You can just shave it off.

Huh.
That'll make Rainelle happy.

You know she likes it clean.

Uh-huh. It's true what they say
about you and her,

back in the day?

Come on now.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Don't do that. Don't do that.
All right.

Me and her...

we too old to remember
that far back anyhow.

Hey, Hal, you, um...

think I could maybe use your car
for, like, an hour,

after you finish me up?

Sure thing.

Back door. He's moving south
out of the alley. Pick me up.

You think it's a meet?

Well, he ain't here for
fresh air and exercise.

No, let's
just hold back, okay? Mm-hmm.

We can't follow him
in there.

How long are we gonna wait?

Wait, wait, wait!
Go around, go around.

Did you see the shooter?
No. You?

I was 20 seconds away.

He must've been on a bike.

Ugh.

This had to be a set-up.

Right.
I'm gonna call it in.

You could've
just stayed in jail.

There's no wallet, no phone.
It could be a robbery.

Except the victim let the
shooter get in good and close

from the powder burns.

So you think he knew him?

It's a reasonable assumption.
There's no defensive wounds.

I also think
that the shooter --

and this is just my preliminary
observation now. Okay.

But from the angle of entry
and exit wounds,

the shooter was
of a certain height

and most likely male.

All right. Thanks.

Terry.

Sir.
How did this happen?

Uh, to be honest,
I- I don't know.

We, uh, we were forced
to fall back.

Our prime suspect
gets himself killed

while we're tailing him?
Yes, sir.

What a shitshow.

Do you have a theory?

Uh, well, at this point,
we think he was laid out

by the same cat that hired him
to kill Normandy Parker.

Um...

other than that, I --

Oh, okay. Thanks for
that insight, Inspector.

Lieutenant.

We need to notify
the next of kin

before they see it
on the news.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I hate this part.

Yeah. Every time.

You good?
Yeah.

First Normandy, now Billy.

My two boys.

They were like sons to me.

Ms. James,
do you recall, uh...

Billy saying he was going
to visit anyone?

Going to meet up
with anyone?

Did he suffer?

You can tell me that much.

No, ma'am.

It was instant.

You made him a target,

the police,
with false accusations.

He was the easiest answer
you had,

and you were wrong.

Ma'am, any information that you
may have could possibly help us

figure out who murdered him.

Well, look in the mirror.

That's who killed Billy.

He'd still be alive
if it wasn't for y'all.

So you can get up
off my couch

and walk yourselves out
my front door.

Well, if anything should
occur to you,

you know where
you can find us.

Like your
black skin makes us family.

Well, it doesn't.

Don't litter my table up
with your mess.

Take it with you.
I don't want it.

People already hearing
the news.

We're very sorry
for your loss, ma'am.

God's gain.

Would you, uh...

mind closing the blinds
on your way out so...

so people
won't see me like this?

Of course.

Hey, Cass, uh...
it's me. Just got home.

Just wanted to say I miss you.

I'm gonna call back.

Who is it?

It's Martin.

You know what?
I tried to warn you, Marty.

I'm sorry you didn't listen.

You know, I came by to tell you
I know what you did, Mario.

I know you leaked the file
to the defense.

I know you did.

Are you out of your mind?

It's the only way she could've
known! It's the only way!

I would never damage
the office like that.

I've devoted my life
to that office.

I told you this thing was
discoverable.

And if you hadn't been --
You're a liar!

You're lying, just like you lied
about how you killed that nurse.

Mm-hmm. I saw how much you were
drinking that night. I saw it!

Marty --
Don't touch me!

You know, you're never gonna
be a leader...

...if you
underestimate your enemies

and undervalue your allies.

I don't benefit
from your failure, Marty.

I handpicked you.

I believed in you.

I still do.

Marty, mistakes get made.

True, you are gonna lose
this case...

But you will survive.

Go home.

Take a shower.

Get naked with your wife.

Okay?

No apologies needed.

You have a good night now.

100%. 100%.
Well, you have to meet her.

That's okay, sweetie. I got it.
I know you have homework.

Homework?
In the summertime? Mnh-mnh.

It's an enrichment program.
What? That is not cool.

I hated doing homework
when I came up.

See? He gets it.

Thanks, Terry.
Night, Lou.

Night!

I'm screwed
once she's a teenager.

Mm-hmm.

I'm putting in for a transfer.
What?

Yeah. I figured Special
Investigations -- No. Terry.

No, you had a good idea.
Stop, okay? I can't let you.

I love you for offering. I do.
But we can't do this.

Yes, we can.
We can, all right?

We talked about
how we could make it work.

Yeah, and we've been fighting
and it's been weird ever since.

That's why I'm giving in.

I can't let you, okay?

I just...we can't do it,

not like this.

Look, I was thinking about
what you said,

and you were right.

It is easier, much easier for me
to make the change,

so I'm gonna do it.

We're great partners.
Mm-hmm.

We make each other better cops.
Mm-hmm.

But if one of us
has to burn down a career,

a year from now,

we're not gonna be partners,
we're not gonna be lovers.

We're not even gonna be friends.
Whoa. Slow down. Slow down.

That's -- that's bleak.

Well, I'd rather have two out
of three than nothing at all.

Well, what if we could have three
out of three? Sure, of course.

But if we don't want what's best
for each other,

then what's the point?

I mean, do you really wanna do
Special Investigations?

No, but I'm willing.
I'm willing to try.

Okay, but that's
too much pressure on me.

If you transfer,

everybody's gonna think
it's because of the shooting.

It's not gonna be good
for the department.

So then we're stuck,

'cause we can't move forward
and I guess we can't go back.

I mean, I think we just
have to be...

grownups.

What is that?
Being sensible but sad?

Come on. Admit it.

Aren't you
a little relieved?

We didn't become cops because
we're scared of the truth.

You know, these dishes aren't
gonna do themselves.

No, it's fine. I got it.

You can go home.