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FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Aloha, Second Squad.

Be advised that Dispatch is officially declaring Friday

Hawaiian Shirt Day,

because, yeah, that's the kind of power I wield.

Hey. What time is it?

It's early.

(SIGHING)

Go back to sleep.

Okay.

Let me make some breakfast.

Are you sure there's no family you want at the wedding?

I told you, muffin, my family's dead.

That is so sad.

Well, I have enough family for the both of us.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Cole. -Hey, buddy.

Big day. You up?

-I gotta take this. AMY: Okay.

Don't forget, we're meeting the caterer at 3:00

- at Fabiana's on Hudson. - Okay.

Was that the missus?

Now, what's she wearing?

Why is it a big day, Frank?

Hey, did you know Bobby Fischer played his first match

here in New York City?

You know Bobby Fischer, right? Chess champion?

He was 13.

I'm hanging up, Frank.

Oh, you don't play chess, now, do you, Navan?

More of a checkers guy.

Well, allow me to edify you.

Secret to chess, deep tactics.

Now, you size up your opponent,

you make your move, and you set the trap.

COLE: Frank, where are you?

And why is it a big day?

Frank?

Frank?

The Chinja strikes again.

Hey. Anywhere you like.

What's good today?

I got pancakes or goulash.

Ooh, pancakes. Other one sounds like a shoe.

FRANK: You know, I lived in a trailer once?

Had that same wood paneling.

WALSH: Yeah?

Hey, you play chess?

No, I prefer a game with impact.

(LAUGHING) No, I hear you. I hear you.

Mix it up a little, a few scrapes and bruises.

Hey, how about hunting? You like to hunt?

-Yeah, I do a little hunting. -Mmm.

People, mostly.

(LAUGHING) Right.

The most dangerous game.

You seen that Jean-Claude Van Damme movie?

With the guy from Alien? Hmm?

Awesome movie.

-Here you go. -Sweet! Mmm!

(SNIFFLES) Last meal.

-What's that? -Hey, you have any iced tea?

Yeah. Sure.

Hey, you're a cop, right?

Yeah. Why do you ask?

Oh, you just got that look.

Been around a few cops in my life.

Oh, yeah?

Here you go.

So, do I know you?

I don't think so.

I have one of those faces, though.

Familiar, like somebody you dream about.

(CHUCKLING) Right.

Hey, grab me one of them syrups?

It's just not pancakes without syrup, right?

Of course.

(YELLS)

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTS)

Nowhere to run, Van Damme!

(GRUNTING)

BEAUMONT: Walsh! (GASPS)

Walsh!

(WHIMPERING) Jason?

Jason. I'm hit.

(GASPING)

You're gonna be okay.

I know.

Eric. Eric?

What you got?

See that?

What?

The cash register. Says "$42.42."

Yeah. So?

What if it's a sign?

'Cause I'm 42.

What if the cash register is trying to tell me I'm next?

Banks, Beaumont's in the hospital and the whole thing,

and that's really what you want to talk about?

-Listen. -That's impressive.

Hey, where's Sergeant Brown?

In the back.

-Man! -Keep it up.

I'm gonna actually check the crime scene.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Uh, sir, I canvassed the area.

The clerk next door said

that he saw the shooter running towards 1st Avenue.

How's Beaumont?

Well, she's in surgery.

There's a clean exit wound, so that's good.

-Yeah. -But she's lost a lot of blood.

Did you know about her and Walsh?

-Yes, I did. -Hmm.

Where's Cole?

We got a call into him, but he's not answering his phone.

Walsh is at the hospital with the sketch artist.

I'm making you lead on this.

This is where you say, "Thank you.

"I'm honored. I won't let you down."

Thank you. I'm honored. (CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

I'm also the least experienced detective

on the squad, sir.

(SIGHS) Banks! Delahoy!

-Look. -Sir.

You want to be honest? Let's be honest.

I'm worried. Three months ago,

Walsh's partner gets killed.

Today, somebody takes a shot at Walsh.

I need to know if the two things are connected.

But I need to keep it quiet.

SHRAEGER: I'm on it.

Hey. What's up, Sarge?

Somebody just robbed the M15 bus.

Yeah, well, we'd prefer to work the shooting.

Understood, but this guy needs to be caught.

Last thing this city needs is a bus full of hostages.

So, get your asses down to the scene.

Alvarez will meet you there.

You take his lead on this.

What? Why does that guy get to be in charge?

Because he's far more professional than either of you.

It's true.

Yeah, he's got us on that one.

ALVAREZ: Tell us what happened on the bus.

Puerto Rican male gets on the bus at Houston and 2nd

agitated, talking to himself.

Perp pulls a hand grenade and tells the driver to keep going.

-A hand grenade? -Yup.

Guy goes from passenger to passenger taking wallets, watches.

Jumps off here.

At 4th Street and 2nd Avenue.

42. Tell me that's not a sign. Tell me.

You know what I see?

I see 2nd Avenue and 4th Street.

24, okay? Not 42.

ALVAREZ: Okay. This is how we're gonna play it.

Let's split into threes, interview the passengers.

Just make sure that your notes are legible this time.

All right. Okay.

Yeah, can you read this?

That's disgusting.

We gathered up all the passengers.

ALVAREZ: What, that's it?

Oh, we'll be done before lunch.

(CHUCKLES) No. Those are the interpreters.

Those are the passengers.

All 42 of them. (ALL CHATTERING)

Come on.

(EXHALES)

-Hi. -Hi.

How's Beaumont?

Not good. They're operating.

So, what are we doing?

Dark brown hair, it's greasy. It's worn back.

This would be a lot easier

if I could sit in the front.

The CSU found bullets in the diner wall

and also picked up some fingerprints off the counter.

What, do you not like hospitals?

No, I'm fine.

The nurses come out every 15 minutes, give me updates.

Yeah, but it's the point, you know?

Go inside. You pace. Show your support.

She's in surgery, okay?

I mean, there's doctors there that...

I'd rather just wait in the car,

-if that's all right with you. -Yeah.

Yeah.

What I was trying to say was,

you know, if you wanted to talk about...

About how you're feeling.

So, Brown made you lead on this.

Yeah.

That's good.

Listen, Walsh, did you recognize the shooter?

Maybe someone that you put away,

or someone with a grudge?

No, no.

Oh. Hey, Cole!

I just heard. I was at church.

They make you turn off your phone.

She's in surgery. Stomach wound.

The doctors aren't happy.

My phone was off.

How could this happen?

All right. How's this?

Yeah, that's him.

-That's him? -That's him.

Yeah.

You recognize him?

No. I've never seen him before.

I should call Allison's mother.

What?

Nothing.

All right, I'm gonna take the sketch down to the shop,

get the ball rolling. Let's go.

I wasn't always the pillar of virtue that you see before you.

You stole an armored car?

I'm Navan Granger.

Don't tell.

Dispatch, this is 418.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Go ahead 418.

I'm gonna need a private line to the FBI.

-Stand by. MAN: FBI.

Yeah, this is Detective Jason Walsh

from the 2nd Precinct in New York.

I need, uh, some records pulled from Texas and Oklahoma.

Uh, anything you got on a Navan Granger,

aka Henry Cole.

BANKS: Ask him to describe the bus driver.

Ask him what color his eyes were.

(SPEAKING TAGALOG)

(SHOUTING SERBIAN)

-Blue. -Blue? Really?

She talked for, like, an hour.

(SPEAKING YORUBA)

Mr. Mbuto says the robber had a bomb.

Yeah, actually, he said grenade.

I am familiar with the tribal language of Yoruba.

(IN YORUBA)

(SPEAKING YORUBA)

It's cool.

Late 20s, olive-skinned, kinky hair.

He yelled a lot. I think he was upset about something.

And he had something round in his hand.

People said it was a grenade.

-You must have been frightened. -No.

Maybe a little disappointed.

Wait. What do you mean, "Disappointed"?

I should tell you, he's gonna rob another bus today at 2:00.

He said that?

No.

I'm psychic.

You're...

Clairvoyant.

I've had visions of the future since I was 13.

It's not as glamorous as it sounds.

It's pretty annoying, actually.

So, uh, I'm confused.

Are you saying you knew the bus was gonna be robbed

when you got on?

Does the number 42 mean anything to you?

What?

I'm getting a very strong feeling.

The number 42, it's tied to your fate.

I have to... We're done here.

Uh, thanks for coming in.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(KNOCKS ON CAR WINDOW)

NURSE: More faxes.

I'm a nurse, you know, not your secretary.

Detective Walsh? Hi.

She's out of surgery.

The bullet missed the major organs.

They're taking her to recovery.

You can see her if you'd like.

All right. Thank you. Thanks.

(EXHALES)

DELAHOY: Can't go in?

Nope. You?

Nope. I got a thing about hospitals.

On account of how people tend to die in them.

Yeah.

Hey. How's Beaumont?

She's out of surgery. She's in recovery.

-That's good. -You going in?

What are you, crazy? I'm not going in there.

It's like a Petri dish.

I've just been waiting in the car.

-That sounds good. -Okay.

Suspect is a white male, mid-20s,

last seen running towards 1st Avenue.

We're pulling files on all of Walsh's past cases,

but our working theory is attempted robbery.

We're also checking for similar cases in the neighborhood.

(STAMMERS) Uh, we're also green-lit for overtime,

so make sure to call home

and let them know it's gonna be a late night.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

MAN 1: I can make a call. MAN 2: Yeah.

Thank God you're okay.

Stop. I'm working.

I heard on the radio that a female detective was shot,

and you weren't answering your cell.

So, I called the station,

and they wouldn't tell me anything.

It's too much information. Clearly, I'm fine.

And I'm also in the middle of something.

Okay, now I feel stupid.

No, don't feel stupid.

Shraeger?

Frank Lutz.

Go back to work. I'll call you later.

(CHAIN PLAYING ON STEREO)

* I hear the words form some kind of silence

* When the world falls into violence

* We'll never give in

* Chain

Frank, it's me. I'm serious.

You call me the minute you get this.

Where's Frank?

Has anyone seen Frank? Frank Lutz?

(CHAIN PLAYING ON HEADPHONE)

-Wait. What is that? -What?

That song, I keep hearing it.

You're crazy, man. Back off me.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Frank? AMY: Hi, honey.

You didn't forget about our appointment with the caterer?

No, honey. I didn't forget.

Okay, great, so I'll see you there at...

Okay, I can't really talk right now.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Okay, I gotta go. -Okay, I love you, honey.

Okay, I love you, too.

MAN: Are they seeing each other again?

-This is Cole. -Hey, it's Casey.

How's Beaumont doing?

What?

Aren't you at the hospital?

No. I had to do something first.

Listen, we ID'd the shooter.

He, uh, pulled a camera-store job last week.

Goes by the name of Frank Lutz.

I'm heading down there now to check it out.

Cole?

Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey. Where have you been?

Hospital. You go yet?

Of course.

You put together a list of guys with prior bus robberies?

-Yeah. -Okay.

What about reaching out to metro?

Yup, and I got a call to army surplus stores,

gun shops, any place you can get a grenade.

My question is, what are you doing?

I'm in charge.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WHISPERING) I hate him.

-Hey. -Hey.

We were supposed to have lunch.

Right. I'm sorry. I got caught up.

Well, you know, when you stand a girl up,

it sends a message that you're not interested.

No, no! God, no!

No, I'm so, so interested.

It's just, Beaumont's in the hospital, and...

You believe in fate?

Not like that. That's cheesy. I mean,

I'm asking, do you feel like you have a destiny?

Oh, absolutely. I'm a very spiritual person.

(STAMMERING) Well, I got this witness in the case, right?

And she says...

You know I'm 42, right? I'm 42.

She says the number 42 is very important to me.

You want to talk about the number 42?

We'll talk about the number 42.

You know, in Judaism, God's true name has 42 letters.

-Did you know that? -Really?

Yeah. And in numerology,

the number four means creation, two means union.

I also speak French.

Do you see what you missed at lunch?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah. Create union. Yes.

That's very nice.

In Chinese, the number 42

sounds like easy death.

That's true. So, what are you two cutie pies talking about?

Oh, well, your friend stood me up for lunch.

And when I asked him why,

he said a psychic told him the number 42 was important to him.

Really? 'Cause I could've told him that.

So, what else did this psychic say?

She said the guy was gonna rob another bus at 2:00.

Goes to show you what she knows. It's 2:15.

Banks, Delahoy, we got another bus robbery. M31.

Saddle up.

I don't know about you guys,

but I just got chills.

Still haven't made it inside?

-No. -We ID'd the shooter.

Goes by the name of Frank Lutz.

That's him.

Fingerprints match a camera-store heist from last week.

But you know what's weird?

The owner told me that there's usually a patrol car

that sits across the street,

in front of the Embassy of Endor.

-Endor? -Yeah.

Home planet of Ewoks.

Well, that's wrong. Andorra.

Yeah, let's go with that one.

Anyway, the strangest part of all

is that the night of the robbery,

a Detective Chase from the Second Squad

called in and had the vehicle moved.

There is no Chase in our house.

Exactly.

This mean anything to you?

Where's Cole?

At the precinct. Why?

You should think about going in there.

She's not even awake yet.

Yeah, but if, you know, if it's my boyfriend,

I'd like him to be there when I woke up.

Well, I'm not her boyfriend.

Good to know.

Okay.

So, let me get this straight.

Two buses get robbed in one day,

and you're on both of them.

I told you he'd rob another one.

You realize you predicted a crime.

From where I stand, that makes you an accomplice.

It's no accident, you know.

The fact that you're here, that this is your case.

I saw you in my vision.

Hey, lady, look.

You need to cut out all the new-age crap,

and tell me how you wound up on that bus.

He's gonna rob another one around 5:00,

but this time, he won't get away.

You'll catch him. He'll go to jail.

Go, NYPD.

-Which bus? -I don't know yet.

But he's gonna kill someone.

But don't feel bad. I've had a good life.

You? He's gonna kill...

It's my time. I've seen it.

Shattered glass, smoke,

people screaming.

You can't fight fate.

Yeah, you can.

If you think you're gonna die on a bus,

you don't get on the damn bus.

Detective Banks, trying to cheat your own destiny

is as pointless as wearing a bulletproof vest

or wrapping your desk in foam.

This is a scam.

You trying to play me?

How does this work? You going through my trash?

Following me to the office?

What?

You're gonna arrest me.

Because it makes you feel better to believe that I'm a criminal,

not a psychic.

You're damn right.

I'm gonna arrest you.

Hey.

She's alive.

What happened?

There was a customer at the diner, had a gun,

and the shot came through the wall.

Sarge...

We can leave the whole interoffice romance

and how you're supposed to clear that with me first

conversation for later.

Who sent muffins?

Alvarez.

He does know I was shot in the stomach, right?

(CHUCKLING)

COLE: Allison?

Hey.

It's okay. I'm okay.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, we'll be right back. Come on.

What's wrong with you?

You don't cry. You make fun of her.

You tell her how hot she looks

with the tubes coming out of her.

Anything. But don't be a woman.

No, you're right. I'm sorry.

And stop apologizing.

This is the job.

Cops get shot. Not your fault.

Sarge, I have to tell you something.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You gonna take it?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I got to.

Where are you?

-Hey, buddy. -It's over, Frank.

They know who you are.

(LAUGHS) Nothing's over.

You see, they make their moves. We make ours.

Maybe you didn't hear me.

They ID'd you, Frank.

The entire city is looking for you.

I'm turning myself in.

Navan, hey. This is the endgame.

We still got plays to make.

(LAUGHS) I mean, maybe I was presumptuous.

Maybe I moved my queen out a little early.

This isn't a game, Frank.

You killed Kowalski, and you put my partner in the hospital.

I'm shutting you down.

Hey, aren't you supposed to be someplace right now tasting wedding cakes?

Yeah, that place on Hudson.

I'll tell you what,

Amy sure does look disappointed that you stood her up.

You know, there ain't nothing sadder

than a bride-to-be tasting wedding cakes by herself.

Don't you touch her, Frank.

Oh. Looks like she does enjoy that devil's food, though.

You think she does?

Enjoy the devil's food?

-Please, Frank. -Please, what?

You're acting like I'm the problem here, Navan.

Every time I help you out,

do you say, "Thank you, Frank.

"I couldn't do it without you, Frank"?

No! You bust my nuts!

Well, I'll tell you what, son.

You are going to show me some appreciation.

Twenty thousand. Small bills.

Pier 6, Brooklyn Navy Yard.

You got one hour.

Alvarez asked me to voucher for that cash he pulled in

on that drug bust last week.

Twenty-two thousand in hundreds.

Now, you know the drill.

You copy each bill face-up,

stamp it into evidence,

and initial in the lower corner.

I'm sorry for the way Detective Banks treated you, Ms. Goodman.

You're free to go.

You got to admit, though.

It's kind of a coincidence that you were on both buses.

Yeah. Just bad luck, I guess.

Well, you sure you can't stick around, look at some pictures?

Oh, I wish, but I have a date with destiny.

Can't be late.

What's up?

Alvarez let the psychic go.

Yeah? So? Her story checked out.

She's not an accomplice.

We can't release her. What if she's right?

What if she gets on another bus and he kills her?

What are you gonna do? Drive her everywhere she has to go

for the rest of her life? It's her choice.

No, that's the whole point.

It's not her choice. It's fate.

She has hers. You got yours. I got mine.

Yeah, well, I also got a positive ID on the bus robber.

Six witnesses picked him out of the book.

Louis Diaz, 28 years old.

Guy spent six months in Bellevue.

Apparently, he also hears voices, which is awesome.

And I believe it's our fate to go out there and arrest this guy.

She said you can't fight destiny.

But it's not like accepting it.

She's more like embracing it.

I think she wants to die.

Why would she want to die?

I don't know. But I'm gonna find out.

Oh, hey, Cole.

I can't. I'm late for...

Yeah, I just got word. She's gonna be okay.

All right?

-You all right? -Yeah.

-Thank you. -Okay.

What was that all about?

Come on.

I think Cole knows Frank Lutz.

What?

This is Frank Lutz's arrest history.

And this is everything I've pulled on Navan Granger.

Navan Granger? Why do I know that name?

It was on a file in Kowalski's storage locker.

Look at the picture.

-Cole. -Mmm-hmm.

He changed his name nine years ago.

See if you can figure out why.

Stole an armored car?

In La Grange, Texas.

At the same time, Frank Lutz was living one town over.

So, I think Frank Lutz

was Cole's accomplice.

Uh, that's a stretch.

Oh, I'm not done.

Now, both Cole and Lutz were in Tulsa, October of 1998,

and then again in El Paso in 1999.

Now they're both in New York City.

Now, I can't prove it, but they are connected.

You think that Cole had that black-and-white moved

so that Lutz could rob the camera store?

Yeah, I think they're still working together.

I don't understand.

Why would Lutz try to kill you?

(EXHALES) Well, you know, the only thing I can think

is that I know Cole's secret.

Cole and I talked about it three months ago.

Right after you and I found the file on him

in Kowalski's storage locker.

Because Kowalski knew.

-Mmm-hmm. -And now he's dead.

Lutz.

Wait a second.

If Lutz killed Kowalski,

then that means that Cole must have known about it.

Yeah.

Walsh, we have to tell Sergeant Brown.

-No. -What? Why not?

Look, I had a three-hour dinner

with Beaumont last night.

You know what she talked about the entire time?

Cole's wedding.

She loves him.

And this would kill her.

Uh, I thought you weren't her boyfriend.

I'm not.

12-year-olds have boyfriends.

I'm her man.

Well, what do you want to do?

Well, we keep an eye on Cole. We follow him.

And if I'm right, he leads us right to Lutz.

He just went out the door. He could be going anywhere.

Which is why I put a GPS tracker in his pocket.

If he meets up with Lutz, oh, we're gonna be there.

NYPD!

-Clear! -Really?

Oh, Louis Diaz is what you might call a bus enthusiast.

Yeah, no kidding.

A slightly disturbed bus enthusiast.

Thanks. Hey, I was right.

-It's not fate. -Huh?

Jennifer Goodman, the psychic?

Her husband died last year.

I think she wants to die.

I think she misses her husband,

and she's been riding these buses

'cause she wants this guy to kill her. That's not fate.

And if it's not fate, then I can change it.

And if I can change her fate,

I can change mine.

ALVAREZ: Hey, these are all color-coded.

Different lines, different days, different colors.

And there's the M31. That's the one that he robbed this afternoon.

Yeah, this is the M15 from this morning.

And they're all marked in black.

I got three here, 86, 27, the 2.

Just so long as there's not the M-you-know-what.

Right, Leo?

Where the hell... Where's Leo?

He's right there.

(INAUDIBLE)

Casey.

Well, I'll see you at the car.

Where are we?

We tied Lutz to a robbery last week. A camera store.

Not connected to Kowalski?

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Thought that we understood each other.

I thought you were gonna tell me the truth.

Sir, do you trust me?

Is that some kind of joke?

No. I am the most trustworthy person you will ever meet.

And I promise, if I find anything

that I think will hurt you or this precinct, I will tell you.

But until then, let me do my job.

(CHAIN PLAYING)

* I feel the words falling in a rhythm

* I see the wind bearing its decision...

(SIREN BLARING)

* ...to never give in

He's turning left. He's speeding up.

Hang on.

(SIREN BLARING)

* I hear the words form some kind of silence

* When the world falls into violence

* We'll never give in

DRIVER: Hey, buddy, you getting on?

* Chained in silence

* The rhythm of violence

* Change all around us

* Change in everything you see

He's heading south towards the shipyard.

* I'm amazed

* I see the world in a revolution

MAN: They want their money. They want their money.

* Within the darkness a solution

* We'll never give in

* Chained in silence

* The rhythm of violence

* Change in everything you see *

Frank.

That my money?

It's funny how things turn out, huh, Navan?

I mean, you were my protege, remember?

Grasshopper?

Dumb kid straight out of foster care?

You remember that first lock you tried to pick,

and that one-legged man, he chased you six blocks?

I mean, he was fast for a cripple, though.

I will admit that.

I'm confused and alarmed here, Navan.

Hell, buddy. You double-crossing me?

I asked around, Frank, at the park,

and you know what they told me?

You suck at chess.

Those are the remarks of bitter, acrimonious men.

This is Detective Cole.

I have the suspect in custody.

Navan! Hey!

Let's think this through.

I go down, you go down.

I mean, that's just math.

It's okay.

I deserve to go to jail for what I've done.

Well, I don't! I don't.

I mean, what did I ever take but what's mine?

Not all of us get to start over, son.

Not all of us get new lives

and pretty girls that look at us like we're angels.

Some of us get dirt in our stockings.

We live out in the cold.

You made your choices, Frank.

Now I'm making mine.

Brooklyn Navy Yard. Suspect is on Pier 6.

You give me no choice, Navan.

I'm pulling my gun. I'm reaching for it.

Now, I don't want to, but I got no choice.

Don't do it.

Okay, okay. Now, that's good.

No, we're both reasonable men.

I will shoot you, Frank.

I know.

It's okay.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Police! Don't move!

(GRUNTING)

What?

(WHIMPERING) Gamera, Rodan, Mothra, Mechagodzilla.

How you doing?

I just ran four blocks.

I hate running.

I could have a heart attack or get hit by a car.

That's my life.

You know, I got a waterless toilet

so if I pass out in it, I won't drown.

Hedorah, Megalon, Orga, Baragon.

But,

I'm running to catch the bus, and I think,

"What am I doing?"

I'm not happy. I'm miserable.

I'm afraid all the time. That's not life.

Maybe I should just get it over with,

stop fighting.

Ghidrah, Yonggary, Yog!

The monsters want their money!

And yet,

I can't let you blow these people up.

Hey, stop the bus! Stop the bus!

Listen, why don't you give me that grenade?

Louis, give me the grenade.

(EXCLAIMS)

Everybody off this bus now!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

DELAHOY: Hey, daddy-oh.

What you doing?

BANKS: Wait, he...

No, he threw... And then I...

It's a fake.

A fake?

Could have happened to anybody.

I'm alive.

I'm alive!

(LAUGHING) I'm alive.

Nice work, Detective. I'm putting you in for commendation.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

It was never fate.

Look, I know about your husband.

I know you want to die to be with him,

but fate doesn't work that way.

I saw what I saw.

You know what I saw?

I saw fate get its ass kicked.

Boo-yah!

Hey, buddy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I know about La Grange, about Tulsa.

I know you and Lutz were partners.

I know you called the 6th last week,

had a patrol car moved so Lutz can rob a camera store.

And I'm pretty sure

that you and Frank Lutz were involved

in the murder of Burt Kowalski.

-Jason... -I'm not done.

I also know that you're a good man.

And that you're a good cop,

and that you truly want to change.

So here's what I think.

I think you moved to New York and started a new life.

I think Frank Lutz found you,

and blackmailed you into helping him.

I think Kowalski found out about your past.

You panicked, you told Lutz.

Lutz had Kowalski killed.

When I found out, Lutz tried to kill me.

I never meant for any of this to happen.

That is what I know.

Here's what I'm gonna do.

Nothing.

And the reason why I'm gonna do nothing

is lying in a hospital bed uptown.

If I was any kind of a man,

I'd be there with her right now,

but instead I am here talking to you.

So, Cole, keep your nose clean,

'cause I'll be watching you.

It's done.

So, uh, we good?

Yeah, we're good.

You sure?

You look tired. You should get some sleep.

(SCOFFS)

You. Up now.

WOMAN: All right, all right. What's your address, miss?

Where are we going?

Supply closet.

I'm done playing it safe.

Why, Detective, I like this new take-charge attitude.

There have to be rules.

Rules?

Yes, I grew up without any rules, and it didn't work.

So, if we want this to work...

I, um...

I want this to work.

Then there have to be rules.

I'm listening.

Rule number one, you can't leave me 40 messages at work.

Rule number two, you can't come by the precinct

without prearranged plans.

But what if you forgot your lunch

and I need to bring it to you?

(WHISPERING) I don't pack a lunch.

(WHISPERING) Then I agree to that, then.

Rule number three, you have to respect what I do.

I do respect you, Casey.

I mean, God, I think you're amazing and brave, but...

But? No. No but.

My parents think this is a phase.

They think I'm just rebelling.

But I love what I do, and I'm good at it, okay?

So whoever I date has to understand that.

Can I agree to work on that?

Sure.

Are there any more rules?

-No. -Good.

You want to come in and watch A Fistful Of Dollars?

It's Clint Eastwood week.

Yes. Yes, I do.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Second Squad, this is Dispatch,

sending out a very special dedication

to a very special someone.

E-money!

(LAUGHING) Check out what I am not wearing.

Oh, yeah. Hey, we need to talk, man.

Yeah, okay, wait.

What's that?

You got rid of all your antibacterial stuff.

Colds, flus, airborne pathogens,

bring them on, baby.

I am not afraid anymore. Nothing.

Leo, there was a traffic accident 20 minutes ago.

A metro bus overturned.

Jennifer Goodman, your psychic, was on it.

She's dead.

You get the muffins?

Fifty muffins. That's a lot of muffins.

Yeah, well, I'm not that good with emotionality,

so I send pastries.

Well, you're here now. That's what matters.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR) Knock, knock.

Hey.

Uh, I'm gonna see you later.

Where you been?

Catching bad guys.

How'd that go?

He's dead.

Listen, Al, I need to tell you something.

When I was 22, I had a girlfriend.

She was murdered.

She didn't die right away.

She was in the hospital for a week.

Jason, I'm so sorry.

So I need you to get better

and get out of here, okay?

Okay.

Promise.

All right, now move over.