All language subtitles for Rookie Blue S02E09 Brotherhood-eng

(Hanni El Khatib's
"You Rascal You" playing)

Oh! Oh!

Yes! Yeah!

All right, all right. I admit it.

Epstein's better
than I thought he'd be.

Uh, yeah.

He's the reason 15's
gonna own 27.

- 100 bucks.
- 27 is a superior division.

- I'll bet you anything.
- 100 bucks.

- 100 bucks.
- Yeah.

100 bucks.
You guys shut up, please.

(Chris) Dude,
you were unreal today.

(Dov) Nah, it's--it's nothing.

I took a couple lessons to get ready.
It's no big deal.

No big deal?
You were on fire out there.

You're like the urban cowboy...
on fire.

- Right?
- (Dov groans)

Come on.

- And it's the first day.
- (groans as door slams)

I mean, most of us couldn't even
get up on the horse the first day.

You're gonna fly
through this training, bro.

All right, come on.
We're here. Let's go.

Oh, I just gotta
get my stuff together.

What stuff?

You know, my things, my stuff.

Okay.

Go ahead. I'll catch up to you.

(groans)

- Wh--
- Nothing. It's nothing.

I--I think I tweaked my back
a little bit on that last jump,

but... I'm fine.

Well, is it bad,
like, hospital bad?

No. No, it's...

Yeah, it's bad.

♪ When they bring your dead body in ♪

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead,
you rascal, you ♪

So any cute boys at horse camp?

I don't know. I wouldn't know.
I don't care.

I'm over cops,
completely over them.

I would have thought
it'd be the perfect time

to get right back up on that horse.

No, I want to be alone right now.

(chuckles)
Andy McNally, lone wolf?

So?

- I get it. I like it.
- All right.

(Dov) Ladies.

- Hey.
- How's the back?

Back's fine.
It's my heart that's broken.

You know how long
I've been looking forward

to this mounted unit training?

Yeah, I'm surprised they cleared
you to get back out on shift.

Oh, no, I'm--I'm fine.

It's just a lateral muscle sprain.

No big deal. As long as I take
a couple of these every few hours,

I'm good to go.

Just... no cantering for a while.

The reins go to the horse's mouth,

but Western, the reins go over--

Really? I mean, come on.

It's like I'm not already
having a crappy enough day?

Chris was just teaching me

the difference between
riding Western and English.

What, were you taking notes yesterday?

Yeah. I mean...

Dov really wouldn't know,
because he's too busy

popping pills and icing his back.

Thanks, babe.

You're quiet.

So? Arrest me.

She is not feeling the love today.

That's my thing.

All right, guys.
We're gonna be late.

We should probably get to Parade.

Hey, do you want me
to call wheel-trans?

No, it's okay.

I'll just take your broomstick.

(slap on back)
Ohh!

- Callaghan.
- Hey.

Kirkus trial. (clears throat)

Evidence box 9 of 26.

Wow. If these get too heavy,

give us a holler. I'll call you a rookie.

Yeah, thanks.

And lift with your legs.

Right.

You know what?
Hey, hey. Come here.

Hey. I got something I want
to run by you, all right?

Something personal.

I say go for it, brother.

Shave that back.

Ass. You're an ass.

Where to start? Where to start?

How about the mounted unit
training report, day one?

Happy?

Yeah.

Don't be.

Says here,
"Your rooks showed up nervous,

"rode tight,
came generally unprepared.

The candidates from 27 Division
fared far better."

- Sir, if--if I might--
- Skip it, Epstein.

You're the only one
who got a decent report.

- (grunts)
- Now you all might think

that this mounted training is no big deal,

special skill to pad your résumé,

but I went to bat for you on this,

told them that I had 3 rookies from 15

who was worth their time.

Look at the person next to you.

For a second, if you will.
Go ahead.

All of you.

That is the person
who deserves your very best.

And I expect much better
from you today.

Moving on.

Detective Callaghan
is prepping the Kirkus trial.

Officer Williams testifies
tomorrow morning.

Now the rest of you,
get out there.

Do your best,
because that's what we do.

Yes, sir.

(Oliver) You all right? Epstein?

Officer Williams, you got a sec?

You may be the best rookies
downtown has to offer,

but you don't know squat
about horses,

and that's all
that matters to me.

So hit your stalls, tack up,
and let's learn how to ride.

Of course I don't know squat
about horses.

What's that guy's problem?

You want me to ask him?

No, I don't want you to ask him.

I swear, this job attracts power-tripping,
insecure control freaks.

Not you.

(sighs) Hey, guy.

I swear, Diaz. I don't know
how you get any work done, man.

Don't even try, Samuels.
I'm off cops.

Aw, shucks. I should have pounced
back at the Academy

when I had my chance.

You never had a chance.

I love you. (chuckles)

Well, at least I get to hang out
with my buddy Diaz over here.

I've been trying to get together
with this guy for ages,

but then my best old friend here
gets a girlfriend and--

Oh, not just a girlfriend,
a Peck.

- Hey.
- Whoa.

(horse snorts)

Seriously, man.

Nobody's ever been such a good friend.

You know that.

Dude. (chuckles)

It's just so good to hang out
with you again, man.

- Dude, right? Yes!
- Yeah, man. Yeah! Pah!

(Samuels) Remember,
remember, remember?

(blows) Booyah!

- (imitates gunfire)
- Bang! Bang! Ay, yi, yi, yi!

Wow.

(clears throat) Uh, what?

Screw horse camp.
This is what I love right here--

the open road,
serving, protecting.

Picking up losers all day long.

I happen to enjoy my job.

(dispatcher on radio) S-1, attend
1582 Spadina for a bomb threat.

Female caller said there's a bomb
in the restaurant kitchen.

ETF is on scene.
Request units for backup.

1519 on it.

(siren wailing)

Sweet. Things are looking up.

Oh, right, 'cause you get to see
your new girlfriend Betty Bombsquad?

You know what? There's a lot
you could learn from Sue, okay?

She's fearless, courageous, hilarious,

and she doesn't have a clove of garlic
where her heart's supposed to be.

Oh, really? 'cause there's
actually a couple things

you can learn from Chris.

Well, I guess we're both
with the right people.

Yeah, I guess so.

(siren whoops,
indistinct conversations)

(Dov) Traci Nash flying solo.

Yeah, I like it.
It's nice and quiet.

Oh, lucky you.

All right, so I need you guys
to keep everyone

- outside the perimeter.
- You find anything yet?

I just got here. Cleared it,
but we still have to sweep.

- Could be a swatter.
- What the hell is a swatter?

Someone who calls in
a fake bomb threat

to see his awesome girlfriend
in action.

So what, we still don't know
if there's a bomb in there?

Some woman called it in,
tried to, uh, block the number.

Took our binary guys about
five seconds to crack it. Here.

Mary Vu, 1290 Carlaw.

All right, let's go.

Oh, if you don't mind,
I'll, uh, steal Epstein here.

I could use him on scene.

Keys.

Hey, looks like I'm riding with you.

Yeah, so much for quiet and nice.

Officer Williams? Noelle?

Noelle, you got a minute?

How's it going?

Uh, trial prep--it's--it's--it's good.
It's going good.

No, I'm talking about
the whole baby thing,

the wanting to have one, the IVF?

Everything's fine.
Thanks for asking.

Okay.

Noelle...

You know, I think
we should talk about this.

- You do, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, I don't.

Got it.

(crowd speaking Cantonese)

Ma'am, how many times
do I have to tell you?

No more pictures, please.

(camera shutters clicking)

Seriously? Oh.

(woman) See you smile, ah?

A--A bomb threat?

Call was traced to your cell phone.

It wasn't me.

Oh, so you're saying your phone
called all on its own, ma'am?

I don't even know where it is.

Someone must have stolen it.

(cell phone ringing)

So someone stole your phone,
called in a bomb threat,

and then put it back in your pocket?

Guess so.

Don't test me.

I'm not afraid of you.

Well, you should be.

Well, I'm not.

What do you say, Officer Nash,

we take her back to the station
and find out the whole story?

- I'll meet you on the street!
- Do it!

Mary!

(Gail) I got her!

Mary, hold up! Hey!
(handcuffs clicking)

If you want to arrest me, go ahead!

I have nothing to say to you!

What is going on here?

Seriously, Mary, what's going on?

I have nothing to say to you.

Mary, you gotta tell us
what you know.

Is there a bomb
in that restaurant or not?

- I have to pee.
- Not gonna work.

I just took you five minutes ago.

- What do you want from me?
- The truth!

It's the easiest thing to remember.

Why did you call in a bomb threat?

That restaurant is a known hangout
for gang activity, okay?

If you are connected,
we're gonna find out.

I worked there for six months
washing dishes.

The owner never paid me a cent.

I want to get back at him.

You're lying.

You're scared.

You don't know me.

No, but I do know what it's like

to be acting all tough
when really you're terrified.

You can trust me, okay?

Mary, you can trust me.

(door release buzzes, beeps)

(clears throat)
That is a surveillance photo

taken at David Ing's wedding,

Shangri-la Banquet Hall,
two months ago.

This is Officer Swarek.
He works in our Guns and Gangs unit.

That's you, Mary, uh, cuddling up to--

I'm guessing that's your boyfriend--

and you guys are sitting next to Tommy Chan,
crime boss of Wah Ching.

- I have to pee.
- Well, fire away.

You won't be the first person
to go in here,

and when you're all done, you're gonna
tell me how you know Tommy Chan.

Can I speak to you a minute,
Officer Swarek?

(door release buzzes, beeps)

I think I can get her to talk.

With all due respect, sir,
I was building a rapport.

(cell phone chimes and buzzes)

Epstein says the restaurant's clear.
No bomb.

All right, you want to start with finding out
why she called in a hoax, please?

That, I can do.

All right, here's how it goes.

On the whistle,
you mount your horse,

weave through the slalom course,

place your cup of water
on the second pole

without spilling a drop.

You got it?

All right, McNally, you're up.

(blows whistle)

I can't wait to see McNally trot.

(horse snorts)

(Instructor) Eyes forward.
Find a spot for your turn.

- Yeah.
- Head up!

♪ Meet the night, babe ♪

♪ Oh, God, come alive ♪

♪ You've been lyin' ♪

- ♪ Lyin' and cheatin' ♪
- (horse snorts)

♪ Cheatin' and breakin'... ♪

Next.

Dude, you are
so going down out there.

Pfft! In your dreams, Edmonton.

- Ah, Edmonton!
- (laughs)

Just like the old days, brother,
back at the academy.

Diaz. Samuels.

Are you nervous?

Nah, man, compared to
what I've had to go through,

this is a friggin' holiday.

Why, man? What's, uh--
What's going on?

- Diaz!
- Looks like you're up, man.

Work your magic, brother.

All right, come on.

- Whoa. Hey.
- (snorts)

All landed immigrants from
Hong Kong the last five years.

Are these just the men?

Whoa, whoa. Wait.
Go back a photo. Let me see him.

- (Gail) That guy?
- Yeah.

There's no record of him.
He's not even a known associate.

We need a name.

(cell phone chimes)

Sue Tran. Drinks with ETF.
Do I go?

Why wouldn't you?

Uh, because she's like
"The Hurt Locker."

I'm a rookie cop.

Dov, if you stayed home

every single time
someone was cooler than you,

you'd be like one of those ladies
from "Grey Gardens."

Stop trying to be all Swarek
about everything.

You may as well just tell her
how you feel about her.

Bingo.

We got a match.

I know you don't think so, but...

you can talk to me, Mary.

I mean, sometimes it's easier
to talk to a stranger.

You gotta think of it like...

confession.

(knock, door release buzzes, beeps)

This is Officer Epstein.

You've already met Officer Peck.

Coffee.

Oh, you made me run after you.

I am not getting you a coffee.

No, it's just... the smell.

(Sam) Kenneth Chan--

arrived from Hong Kong two years ago,

sponsor Bo Chan,
relationship--great-aunt.

Mary, what can you tell us
about your boyfriend Kenneth?

He ask you to make that call?

Can she put the coffee outside?

The smell is--is--

You're pregnant.

Always having to pee.

Supersonic sense of smell.

I should've known.

And Kenneth is the father.

Mary?

He not like his family, all right?

But his cousin Tommy
always pressuring him,

"Come. Work for me."

Kenny always say no,

but when I told him about the baby,

he says we need the money.

(Sam) Right.
The gangster with a heart of gold.

Where have I heard that story before?

Maybe from every girlfriend

of every banger I've ever met.

So, sorry if we don't empathize.

I don't care!
I telling the truth.

Last night, he tell me.

He says I can't tell anyone.

He going to work for his cousin,
join the gang.

So why would he make you
call in a bomb threat

to a rival gang's restaurant?

He didn't!

I just--

I just want to buy some time,

shut the place down,
convince him not to do it!

Do what, exactly?

Wah Ching initiation.

Tonight at the restaurant,

he going to kill someone.

The Wah Ching, Chinese gang.

Huge in the late seventies,
early eighties.

Chinese immigrants
who'd come over from Hong Kong

with nothing to lose,
and these are their kids,

Wah Ching's second generation.

Gangbanging
is all they've ever known.

All right, and that makes them
even more dangerous.

Tommy Chan here,
he's now the acting Dai Lo.

- The boss?
- Yeah. You speak Cantonese?

No, sir. You just put him
at the top of the pyramid.

- Oh. Yeah.
- All right, listen up.

Two weeks ago, a truck carrying

200 grand worth of Wah Ching
merchandise was hijacked,

probably by a rival triad.

Is it heroin? Opium?

Counterfeit designer watches.

Sell for 30, 40 bucks a pop
in Chinatown.

Look, Kenny Chan's hit

has to be retaliation
for the truck robbery.

If we don't pick him up,
someone gets shot.

All right, so Officer Swarek and me--

we're gonna cruise Chan's regular haunts.

Peckstein, the aunt who sponsored him
sells ginseng in Chinatown.

You're gonna go and have
a little chat with her.

And, Nash, since you built a rapport
with the girlfriend,

get her discharged.

- On it, sir.
- All right.

We've got about four hours
to find this garbage

and get him off the street
before he shoots somebody.

Okay, let's do it.

- Epstein.
- Yeah?

That's my line.

Great to see Samuels, huh?

Not really. What happened
with you guys anyway?

I mean, you guys were inseparable
at the Academy.

Uh, yeah. I don't know--
hours, different divisions.

I guess.

Officer McNally,
can I speak to you, please?

Yep.

(lowered voice)
If I'm not back in 10...

Okay.

(exhales deeply)
McNally in riding pants.

God, I love my job.

(chuckles) I really do,
you know that?

- I love being a cop.
- Me, too.

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

So, uh--So what's going on?

Ah, nothing, really. It's...

Nah, come on, man.
Maybe I can help.

(horse neighs)

Well, a few weeks ago,
I was riding solo,

back end of a 10 out of 12.

I was up at least 30 hours straight.

Fell asleep at the wheel, brother.

Wrapped my cruiser around a pole.

Are you serious?

I mean, a-are they investigating?

Well, yeah, you know, standard stuff--
how fast I was going,

you know, how many shifts
I worked in a row,

was alcohol a factor?

- Was it?
- No.

God, no. Dude,

I learned my lesson
from last time, man.

But they are looking
into my past record.

Yeah, I know.

I know.
Long time ago, right?

But the thing is,
someone is, uh, supposed to call you.

- What?
- Dude.

Come on, man.
It was me and you in the car.

You were the only other guy there.

Who else are they gonna call, man?

And you gave a sworn deposition, so...

Look, are you asking me
to lie for you again?

No, but I'm saying

maybe we should just stick
to the same story.

You know what, man?

It's just been so great
hanging out with you.

I--You know what?
I'm sorry I just--

I'm sorry I even brought this up.
I mean, this is--

I feel an obligation
as your best friend to tell you,

give you a heads-up, you know?

They probably won't even call.

Don't worry about it. It's good.

- (cell phone chimes)
- Me?

(chuckles) No. God, no.

- Me.
- (police radio chatter)

Aw! "Miss you.

Wish you were here.
XOXO, Chris."

There's a man who doesn't hide
his feelings.

Yeah.

(pills rattle)

What does that mean?

(mouth full) Mm. Nothing.

No, no. He's, uh...

Dude's my best friend, all right?

It's just he's not exactly complex.

Are you calling my boyfriend simple?

No, I'm calling him amazing.
He's got such a big heart.

You know, he's like a big,
uh... border collie.

(cup thuds)

Officer McNally,
you're riding a horse,

not playing the accordion.

Well, how am I supposed
to hold the reins?

- How I told you.
- How did you tell me?

By opening my mouth
and making words come out.

Wow. Why are you being such a jerk?

Honestly, I mean, this is supposed
to be fun, you know,

riding horses out in the fresh air.

This is supposed to be a break from drugs

and domestics and dead bodies.

Where was your last homicide?

- When or where?
- Where.

Jane and Finch.

Last week, the corridor
in front of the sub shop?

- You worked that?
- Yeah, I did.

Us, too. After you left,

when everybody was too afraid
to come out of their houses.

What do you mean?

I rode up there with a few guys,

and the kids ran out into the street
to see the horses.

Their parents came, too.

People returned to the streets,

which makes the neighborhood safe.

I'm from that neighborhood.

(horse neighs)

People don't trust cops.

But these animals,

these horses,
they humanize us.

I just love this unit a lot.

Did I really look like
I was playing an accordion?

A really big one, very badly.

(chuckles)

(Anya Marina)
♪ Semester is out ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ The teacher is in ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ There ain't no exams ♪

♪ But, oh, you better bet
you're gonna learn somethin' ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ So get in the van ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ And pay all your dues ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ And stay a while ♪

♪ Yes, stay in the spirit school ♪

(Instructor) 22 seconds flat.

Nice work, McNally.

- Thank you.
- ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

(helicopter hovering)

All right, listen, brother, that thing
that I wanted to run by you--

- Yeah, right, the personal matter.
- Don't say it like that, though.

- What? What did I say?
- "Personal matter."

You make it sound like I can't
hoist the sail or something.

- You can't hoist the sail?
- No, listen.

That is not what I'm
talking about here, okay?

I got the opposite problem.

When Zoe and I got married,
she made three rules.

She said that if I stuck to the rules,
we'd have no problems.

All right?

There is no hard drugs.

There is no head spins,
no strippers.

No head spins?
What are head spins?

I did some break dancing
in my teens, my early 20s.

You never did any break dancing.

That's not the point.
That's not the point.

Price's retirement dinner
last weekend...

Yeah, I was there.
What about it?

Yeah, no, after the dinner,
some of the boys

moved the party over to Jilly's.

Oh, strippers.

Not, "Oh, strippers."
This is the first time--

- Hey, hey.
- What?

First time in 14 years of marriage

that I ever broke one of her rules.

- All right.
- Okay?

Now this is my question:
Do I tell her?

I don't know.

Yes, 100%. Tell her.

Good. Okay.

- All right.
- Thank you, brother.

- You're welcome.
- (Oliver sighs)

(pats shoulder)

Let's go get some dim sum.

Sure.

Mmm. Mmm.

Hot water with lemon? You okay?

It's for a girl we brought in.
She's pregnant.

The hoax bomb threat.
And she's still here?

Yeah, paperwork is taking forever.

Right.

She did it to protect
her sad-sack boyfriend

from making a terrible mistake.

Sam doesn't believe her either.

What, you do?

Well, then you go with that.

I mean, the whole time
we've been dating,

your instincts have
only been wrong once.

Medieval Times?

Yep.

How was that not fun?

We got to swill mead.

You're a good cop
with good instincts.

- (pats shoulder)
- Trust that.

- Milady.
- (door release beeps)

One hot water with lemon.

Thank you.
It's all I can stomach.

You kidding?

I lived on ginger tea and arrowroot.

You have a kid?

Yeah. I have a son. He's seven.

You look great.

Hmm. Well, you know,

it helps when you have them
in high school.

High school?

It's okay. It's not a secret.

Not anymore.

Your husband, he a cop, too?

I don't have a husband.

So you raise him on your own?

Pretty much, yeah.

My mom helps out a lot, though.

My mom in China.

Well, still, she must be pretty excited.

I can't be part of this.

I agree.

I can't bring a kid into that.
I know.

But I don't know how
I going to do it on my own.

(cell phone beeps)

Your paperwork
has come through, Mary.

You're free to go.

Come on.

I'm gonna give you a lift.

Okay?

It was, like, ten minutes ago, man.

I swear to you. I saw him myself.

And you're sure it was Kenny Chan?

He was leaving
that nightclub, Fluid.

Go check it out, man.
He can't be far.

All right. Don't buy drugs.

Thanks, Sammy.

So what do we think Kenny Chan is doing

in the entertainment district
at 4 P.M. on a Tuesday afternoon?

Picking up a piece, maybe.

Maybe he's picking up a piece.

Restaurant?

Sounds good. Let's go.

(shifts gear)

That way.

(both laugh)

Here, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.

(police radio chatter,
cell phone rings)

Here, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.

- Peck here.
- Hey, it's Swarek.

We got a 20 on Kenny Chan.
We think he's armed.

I need you and Epstein
outside his apartment

in case he shows up there.

- Roger that.
- Stake out the apartment.

Like anything is gonna happen there.

Please.
(siren wailing)

Are you okay?

Always the bridesmaid,

never the bomb squad.
(chuckles)

What are you babbling about?

Shh. Not so loud.

I have very small listening cones.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.
(pills rattle)

Dov? Dov, how many of those
have you taken?

Excellent question,
Officer Peck.

Not one I can answer,
but excellent question.

Oh, my God. You're totally
stoned right now.

Dov, we're on duty,

and we're trying to find
an armed gangster,

and you're higher than a kite.

Here, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.

(door creaks, switch clicks)

(Traci) Okay.

Home sweet home.

Uh, I will call you as soon
as we know anything.

Okay?

You all right?

- I'm fine.
- Okay.

But, uh...

would you mind
just staying for a bit?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'm, uh, at the end of my shift,

and my kid's with his dad
tonight. So...

Do you have ginger?

Yes.

Honey?

Yes.

- Lemon?
- Yes.

Okay, why don't you take a seat?

I'll make you some of
that famous ginger tea.

(pills rattle)

(Gail) I can't believe
you're stoned on duty.

I took the right dose.

Must be having an adverse reaction.

Yeah, you and me both.

Be cool, Gail. Be cool.

Shut up.

You have any five-cent candies?

You know what?
Actually, keep talking,

'cause I'm gonna tell
your girlfriend

every little thing you said
next time she comes over

to watch one
of her stupid dancing shows.

I love that she watches
stupid dancing shows

even though she can't dance.

I love that she's pretty
and funny and smart,

pretty much the most incredible
girl that I've ever dated.

The only thing wrong with her...

She's dating an idiot
for a boyfriend

who's higher than a lab monkey?

No.

The only thing wrong with her

is that she's not you.

What?

I mean, if she was you

or if I was Chris,

I'd believe in luck of the soul,

the possibility of anything.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

And I'd marry you. I would.

Mm-hmm.

And we'd open our presents

on Christmas morning,
not Christmas Eve.

And I'd take a desk job.
I'd hit 50.

I'd lose my hair, my mind,

listen to jazz,
embarrass our kids.

Our kids,

with their straw-colored hair...

and your eyes.

And I'd wake up every morning

and wonder at my dumb,
dumb, dumb luck.

(kiss)

If I was Chris.

(indistinct conversations
in Cantonese)

Yo, yo, yo. Come here!

(Oliver) Why is the place empty?

(siren wailing nearby)

Plenty of room to shoot somebody?

Maybe.

Oh.

Red star hoodie.

Thank God for gang symbols.

Kenny Chan,
stop where you are.

On your knees.
Hands where I can see them.

Wrong guy, Sam. Get up.

- Good evening, officers.
- Tommy Chan.

I believe you're looking
for my cousin Kenny.

You can search all you want.

You won't find anything.

Shut up.
Check his texts and his calls.

Turn around. Put your hands
behind your back.

Last text was two minutes ago.

- What's it say?
- It's Cantonese.

I don't know.
You can, uh, speak Cantonese?

No? You? Yeah?
Can you translate this for me?

What does this say?

"It's her. Mary is the leak."

(Oliver) Huh? Mary?

"Mary is the leak"?

That's Kenny's girlfriend.

She called in the bomb threat.

There wasn't gonna be a hit.

It was a test.

They fed her bogus information.

And she called us.

She walked right into it.

Mary Vu,
that's who they're gonna kill.

(siren wailing)

Mary Vu's not picking up her cell.

All right, call Peckstein.

Let's start with getting 'em
over to Mary Vu's place.

We'll drop Tommy off
and meet 'em there.

(cell phone ringing)

Gimme that.

The phone, Dov.

Uh, Peck here.

Where's Epstein?
Where are you guys?

King and Spadina.
Uh, what's happening?

All right, the hit's on Mary Vu.
1290 Carlaw.

You gotta get there right now.

1290 Carlaw.
We're on it. Okay.

It's as bad as they say,
isn't it, labor pain?

Worse.

Great.

But then it's crazy.

'Cause, like, minutes later,

then you have this child
lying on your chest,

and it's like... amnesia.

It's blissful amnesia.

- (siren wailing)
- Dov?

- Dov!
- I'm okay.

My God, I don't believe this.

Dispatch, this is 1519.

We're heading to 1290 Carlaw.
We need backup.

(dispatcher on radio)
Copy. 1503 and 1522,

- please proceed to 1290 Carlaw.
- Gail, I'm okay.

- Shut up!
- ...requesting backup.

I'm just gonna grab your tea.
I'll be right back.

(gun cocks)

What the hell are you doing here?

Put the gun down.

What are you doing here?

- (cell phone rings)
- Turn it off.

(Mary) Officer Nash?
You okay in there?

- (ring)
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Just relax.

Get on your knees.

- (ring)
- Please.

- Just get on your knees.
- Okay. Okay.

(ring)

Give me your gun.

Take it easy.

Come on.
Just give me your gun.

No.

- Kenny?
- Get back in the living room!

What the hell are you doing?!

You talked to the cops?

I told you you couldn't tell
another living soul,

and you talk to the cops?!
How could you?

What the hell else
was I supposed to do?

What are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me?

- Stay back!
- Hey, calm down.

(siren wailing)

Everybody just calm down.

(Gail) Well, somebody
obviously beat us here.

Who's in car 1504?

Oh, look who I'm asking.

Dispatch, this is 1519.
Who the hell is in car 1504?

(dispatcher)
1504... is Nash's car.

Okay, call her.

You can still go back
on this, Kenny.

No. It's over.

No, it's not.
You can still walk.

You haven't done anything yet,
not really.

(cell phone ringing)

You can still get out of this.

She told us
because she loves you, Kenny.

- (ringing)
- She wants to get out of here

with you, somewhere safe,

and you can do that right now.
You can still do it.

You can still walk away.

- No answer.
- Hey. Whoa.

Get back in the car.

- Gail, I'm fine.
- Get back in the car.

What happens when backup gets here,
and I'm sitting in the squad car?

We tell them the truth.

You had a really bad reaction
to some medication that you're on,

and that's it.
It wasn't safe for you to go in.

Now get back in the--
Get back in the car.

Sit tight.

Just stay here.

Watch the door.
I'm sure it's nothing.

Give me your pills.

How are we supposed to make it?

- We will make it.
- We need money.

So we do what we have to do.

Listen to Mary, Kenny.

If that means washing dishes,

that's what we will do, for her.

You will do it for her. Okay?

You're gonna do it all for that tiny,
little person in there,

the one that's making your girlfriend
so sick right now.

Okay?

You can do it.

You will make it.

(sets gun down)

- (door opens)
- (Gail) Police!

Officer Nash,
is everything okay in there?

Yeah, come in. You can cuff him.

Kenny Chan,

you're under arrest
for assault with a weapon.

I didn't want to do this.

I never wanted to do any of this.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

- (crying)
- It's okay.

Must've been nice
to hang out with Samuels.

You guys are like old friends, huh?

Yeah, we were.
Just haven't seen him in a while.

Maybe that's why he signed up.

You know, it wasn't until he heard
you were gonna be here

that he showed any interest.

- What?
- Will you excuse me a second?

Wow. You clean up good.

Oh, wow.

I just sent my daily report off
to your staff sergeant.

- Mm-hmm.
- You want to know what it says?

No, I don't. I don't care.

You know what?
I had a lot of fun today.

I feel better than I have
in a long time.

- Go out with me.
- Pardon me?

I'm a lot better with horses
than I am people,

but I would really like
to take you out.

Nope. No, no, no. I'm sorry.
I'm not ready for that.

You just--You'd be a rebound,

and, uh, I think you deserve
better than that, but thank you.

For what?

I really needed you...

and this.

Hold on a second.
Did you fudge my competition time

'cause you wanted to ask me out?

(scoffs) Absolutely.

So you're gonna be harder
on me tomorrow?

Absolutely.

- Great.
- (horse nickers)

(Man) Beers tonight, boys?

You knew I was gonna be here,
didn't you?

That's the only reason
you signed up for this training.

- Whoa, bro--
- No, don't--don't--

Don't "bro" me, okay?

Look, I don't know
what happened this time.

Okay, I wasn't there this time,

but I do know what happened last time.
Here's what I know.

Okay, we went out,
you got hammered,

you wouldn't give me the keys,
you did 120 in a 60 zone,

and you wrapped your car
around a tree.

Okay, and then I lied about it.
That's what I know.

Yeah, you know what?
And if you say that,

they'll just know you covered for me.
You'll go down just as hard.

I know.

Chris,

you've worked hard for this, man.

You've worked way too hard for this.

I know! Okay?

Which is why I'm gonna do it again.

Why is why I'm gonna lie--for you--again.

Cool.

Hey, listen, some of the guys
are going out for--

What, for drinks?

Yeah, but--

Nah, man, I'm out.

(police radio chatter,
siren wails)

(papers slam,
telephones ringing)

(indistinct conversations)

(Velcro rips)

(keypad beeps)

(cell phone rings)

Hey.

Hey.

You still at that girl's place?

Yeah. I don't want her
to wake up alone, so...

You think that conspiracy charge
on Tommy Chan'll stick?

I don't know.

I mean, that lawyer's suit's
worth more than my car.

(chuckles) Long odds.

Yeah.

Jerry, we're good, right?

What do you mean?

We're gonna be good, right?

I don't know.

Well, you're a good cop,

good instincts.

What does your gut say?

Yeah, we're gonna be good.

Good answer.

(laughs to himself)

Ah, Sammy. Thank you so much.

- Thank you so much, brother.
- What for, man?

Well, I just--I talked to Zoe
like you told me to,

- told her about the strippers.
- And?

Well, she told me
not to come home tonight!

What the hell are you doing
asking me for relationship advice?

Well, you got me, man.
I don't know.

Just give her some time, brother.

- She'll come around.
- Oh, yeah?

She'll come around.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah?

Guess what.
Until then, you're buying.

And guess what.

I'm your new roommate.

(laughs)

Okay. You want to talk, talk.

The thing is I know what you're gonna say,

and I--I get it. I agree 100%.
You can't do it. You can't.

I mean, I wouldn't.

- Can't what?
- (sighs)

You can't start dating a 38-year-old woman
who wants a baby so badly

she's working every overtime shift
she can get

to pay for very expensive
fertility treatments.

I mean, why the hell would
you jump onboard for that?

I mean, we haven't even kissed yet.

(man) ♪ Don't turn ♪

♪ Us around ♪

♪ Don't turn ♪

♪ Us around ♪

♪ Trees... ♪

Thanks.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Hey. Where's, uh--
Where's Peckstein?

I mean, they should be here by now.

I know. I missed 'em today.

Don't tell Gail I just said that.

(laughs)

Oh, God.

I make a terrible lone wolf.

You do.

Okay, if I tell you something,

you promise just to keep it
between us?

Sure.

(sighs)

I love being a cop.

Andy, that's not a secret.

(both chuckle)

- All right? Cheers.
- All right.

- (clink)
- (chuckles)

(indistinct conversations)

(Chris) All right. I'm gonna call Gail.

- Be right back?
- Yep.

All right.

You know, I really don't mind
driving you home.

- It's really not a big deal.
- No, it's okay.

The nurse said I was fine,
you know?

- I'll just stick to juice.
- Okay.

I told Chris we'd meet him inside.

Oh, okay.

- Gail--
- Don't.

- (cell phone rings)
- Okay.

We should go in.

- (ring)
- Yeah.

(ring)

(ring)

(siren wailing in distance)