All language subtitles for rookie.blue.s02e13.720p.bluray.x264-demand_track3_[eng]

"On my honor, I will
never betray my badge,

my integrity, my character
or the public trust."

Oath of Honor?

I memorized it as a kid.

I used to make my dad
say it to me every morning

before he went to work.

Thought it might keep him safe.

He used to say to me,

"I'll do my best, kiddo,
but l'm onIy human."

(voice breaking) Every time.

God, it used to make me so angry.

Andy, it's gonna be okay.

What am I gonna do?

(sniffles)

Please.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do.

(voices amplified)
♪ Sail away with me ♪

♪ To another world ♪

What are we singing?

No way, dude. I live with you.

I've heard you sing in the shower.
Don't bring me down.

You're not gonna sing with me?

- No. No.
- Are you gonna sing with me?

No. I, too, have heard you
in the shower.

Gail will sing with you.

No, I don't--I don't--
l don't sing.

- Andy.
- What?

- No, no, no, no.
- (cheering and applause)

I will never be drunk enough
to get up there.

Next up, Officer Nash!

(cheering)

Nash! Whoo!

- Find me something easy.
- ("Let's Get It On" playing)

- (ceII phone rings)
- ♪ I've been really trying ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Trying to hold back this feeling ♪

- Yeah. I can't hear you.
- ♪ For so long ♪

♪ And if you feel ♪

♪ Like I feel, baby ♪

- I'm leaving now.
- ♪ Come on ♪

(Traci) ♪ Come on ♪

- Whoo!
- Hoo!

♪ Let's get it on ♪

- ♪ Hey ♪
- ♪ Baby ♪

(Sam) Almost makes me
wish I was there.

Yeah? What would you sing?

(faucet squeaks)

(sighs)

"Stuck in the Middle with You."

"Stuck in the Middle with You."
That's nice.

No, no, "Love," uh--
"Love the One You're With."

Yeah? How 'bout "All By Myself"?

Mm, no, you're not.

(Andy giggles) You will be.

(chuckles)

You shut up.

Thanks. I'm kidding.
l wouIdn't sing.

I know you wouldn't.
You're too cool.

Hey, I do a lot of things, all right?
I cook. I clean.

l'm good with tooIs.
I'm an excellent driver.

You ever wish we were normal?

What do you mean?
We are normaI.

You know what I mean.

(cIears throat) Andy,
if I could ask you to stay,

I would.

Then ask me to stay.

Just one night. You know,
I'll go home in the morning.

Besides, it's freezing outside.

Well, it's cold.

Hey, it'd be practically inhuman
to make me go back out there.

(Sam sighs)

Stay.

Okay.

So, you know, I stayed over.

Then yesterday,
when I'm just about to leave,

Jamie Brennan shows up.

When did Sam disappear?

Sometime last night.

I don't know what happened.

McNally, they're ready for you.

(Andy) Okay.

What if we don't find him?
What if it's aII my fauIt?

(police radio chatter)

♪ I like big butts, and I cannot lie ♪

- Would you stop?
- ♪ You other-- ♪

Dude, it's your fault for singing it.

I've had it stuck in my head
for, Iike, two days.

So? "Baby's Got Back."
I don't regret it.

"Endless Love" duet with you,
that l regret.

Hey, five minutes, parade room.

- (Dov) What's going on?
- Swarek disappeared last night.

He was working undercover.
He went off the grid.

- He hasn't called in since.
- So? Swarek's a badass.

He's probably wired up somewhere,

playing poker with the bad guys.

That's bad.

Where's Andy?

She's in with Boyd right now.

Okay, one week ago,

you bump into Swarek
on your undercover exercise.

You meet at a bar.

You go back
to his cover apartment together.

Yes. I was only there
a few hours.

- What about the other night?
- I told you. He called me.

I went over for the second time,
and l spent the night.

(Andy) I was so careful...

Why can't they do this
in Frank's office?

She's not a suspect.
She's a cop.

No, she's a witness.

Cop part doesn't matter right now.

(Andy) ...two blocks away
from his apartment,

and then I even walked
around the block...

Anyway, we need it on camera.
Sammy shows up dead,

we need her statement intact.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Briefing in five.

l don't even know
what to say, McNally.

This goes so far beyond rookie,
l don't even know--

Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank.

I want to talk about yesterday.

I want you to walk me
through it again.

Jamie Brennan showed up,
and he wanted to talk to Sam.

Then what?

He offered me a ride downtown.

He drove me to the marina.

We taIked,
and then he dropped me off.

What did you talk about?
Tell me again.

(sighs) We talked about football,

and we talked about his--

his wife and his daughter Gracie.

He said that they'd been in
a car accident, but, you know,

he wasn't even sure that
they were in an accident.

Look, I'm--What are we doing?

- This is--This is pointless.
- Why?

Because... he made you.

There is a thousand ways
he could've done--

I mean, I don't want to sit here
anymore thinking about which way

he could've done--Look, the fact
is he did it! You got made.

This guy is a pro.

That is why I picked Swarek,

because l thought
he had a fighting chance.

The thing is, McNally...
(clicks teeth)

you didn't.

(door release buzzes, beeps)

(door closes)

Jamie Brennan--48 years old,

former enforcer for the North End guys.

Now he runs a trucking company
in Mississauga.

He did a few years in Kingston Pen

for smuggIing, possession
for the purpose of trafficking,

but we didn't get him
for any of the good stuff.

What's the good stuff?

Stuff with power tools,
peopIe he tortured,

people he killed.

What was Swarek doing?

Working in Brennan's warehouse,
making friends.

Wanted to see if he
was stiII in the Iife,

maybe get him
on one of those old homicides.

So what happened?

There was a breach.

This is a surveillance video
from last night.

(Sam) So what's happening, man?

(Jamie) Where's, uh, Candice?

(Sam) Uh, she's not back yet.

I'm thinking about that, uh,
boat of yours.

He didn't have time to call it in,

because this was not
a scheduIed meet.

(Noelle) So no cover team.

(Jamie) ...couple beers,
talk a little business.

Unless you're busy--I don't
know--watching football or--

No, no, I'm--I'm good.
I'm not a big football guy.

So I'll meet you there, yeah.

(Jamie) No use taking two cars.
l'm right outside.

(Sam) Right on. Let's go.

- That's it?
- We don't have cameras outside.

So Sam hasn't called in
and Brennan's disappeared,

so we treat it as suspicious
untiI we find him.

Who's Candice?

Okay, so Guns and Gangs

have got people at Brennan's home
and his warehouse.

Nothing's come up yet.

So in the meantime,
we get to work on Brennan.

I don't think I need to tell anybody
how urgent this is.

- Let's go.
- (Luke) Jerry, who's Candice?

The breach.

Jerry.

It's McNally, all right?

She's been seeing Sam
whiIe he's undercover.

We are canvassing
Brennan's immediate neighbors.

Nothing fancy. Anybody seen him,
no big deaI, okay?

You will handle this low-key,
understood?

- (Noelle) Peck, I want you...
- Excuse me.

- going through Brennan's files.
- Sorry to bother you.

See if there's any old addresses,

- anyplace Brennan might be.
- You know what?

- I can just wait.
- What?

Hi. Uh, Pete Sun.
Officer Pete Sun.

I'm, uh, here for my orientation day.

- Oh, man.
- Oh, come on, Oliver.

AII right, Iook,
I forgot. Whatever.

Uh, Epstein, Diaz, handle it.

Parade room, locker room,
hand sanitizer, haIIway.

(Andy) Okay, fill me in.
What's the pIan?

We're canvassing,
talking to Brennan's neighbors.

- What?
- Is she okay?

I'm fine.

Who are you?

(Dov) New recruit.

Great. Welcome to 15.

What else did Jerry say?

(Traci) Well, we got a unit...

You hear any gossip today,
forget it.

Why? What would I hear?

Her T.O. was undercover.

Turns out they were
secretIy, you know.

Chris.

Wow, that's a blatant
vioIation of protocoI.

Shut up. Come.

Old pictures of cops,
interrogation room,

bulletin board.

(distant train whistle)

(Sam groans)

(grunting)

(Jamie) Good.

Was starting to worry.

Hold still.

Maggie never liked these much.

White sheets,

that's all she'd ever buy.

Said it made her life feel clean.

It's amazing what you do
for someone you Iove.

Get rid of your sheets...

car...

your past.

I would have done anything for her.

(thud)

I still would.

Hi. This is Officer Diaz from 15 Division.

Is this Mr. Lanyon?

Mr. Lanyon, hi.
I'm just calling to check

if you've seen one of your neighbors
in the Iast 24 hours--

a man by the name
of Jamie Brennan.

- What happened?
- He hung up.

Who hangs up on the police?

A lot of people, actually.

But it's so rude. It's disrespectful.

Serve, protect and, uh,
get used to it.

Hi, Mr. Lanyon.

Hi. This is Officer Diaz
from 15 Division,

and if you hang up on me again,
I can promise you

I'll take a great deal of pleasure

in coming down to your house
and questioning you in person.

- That's what I thought.
- Yeah.

(Andy) We were driving around,
you know, talking about football.

Maybe that's where I screwed up.

You know, I just kept going on about
whatever's OIiver's taIking about.

Then we ended up in the marina.

Why would he take you there?

I thought he was gonna kill me,

but then he got all quiet,

and he started talking about
his wife, his daughter,

and how they were
in a car accident and died.

Yeah, but he was talking about
how his--his past came back,

and, you know, that he wasn't
aIways a nice guy, which--

Yeah, but for someone
who tortures people with pliers,

he's been very nice
these last four years.

He doesn't even have a parking ticket.

So what changed?
Why take somebody hostage now?

I don't know.

- When did his wife die?
- Two months ago.

All right, so let's take a look
at the accident.

Maybe there's something there.

It's an accident report.
Two fatalities--

a mother
and her four-year-old daughter.

Brennan's wife and daughter.

Doesn't make me like him any better.

That--That's not
what we're asking.

Okay, then what are you asking?
PIease enIighten me.

What does his wife dying
in an accident have to do

with the fact that we're missing
one of our officers?

There are whole sections in here
that aren't fiIIed out.

There's no statements,
no witnesses,

no reconstruction report.

Okay, it's a crappy job with sloppy
paperwork. lt happens.

It's not sloppy. It's incomplete.

There's nothing here.

Then you know what?

Talk to the officer who filed it.

Look, "G. Armstrong."
Probably still works in 34.

Or don't.

Obviously I want to find him, Luke.

(Luke) I'll bet.

Noelle, what are you doing here?

I'm coordinating with 27.
We put out a BOLO on Brennan's car.

No sign of him yet,
but we've got every squad in the city

- keeping an eye out.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,

but what--
what are you doing here?

I'm here to help.

Yeah, but I thought today

was the day that you were
gonna start your, um...

take some personal time.

Not now. Not with this.
I'm all right.

I just need to be here.

- (telephone rings)
- Yeah, but...

- (picks up receiver)
- This is Officer Williams.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Four whole squad cars?
Busy, busy, busy.

Don't be such a snot.

- Why not? It works for me.
- Yeah.

(Andy) G. Armstrong?

Thank you.

- Officer Armstrong?
- Yeah.

- Hi. Andy McNally.
- Giselle.

- Hi. Gail Peck.
- Nice to meet you.

Um, I expected you to be in uniform.

I just made detective.

- Oh.
- Oh, congratulations.

Yeah. l couIdn't wait to get
the hell out of those pants.

It's a tough look to pull off.

Though you two
seem to make it work.

What can I do for you?

Okay.

(Andy) Is that you?

Yeah.

Is there anything you could tell us?

I can tell you this case is closed.

The woman who was killed,

we're trying to track down her husband.

So you pulled up her accident report.

That seems a little weird.

No, actually, what's weird is, um...

this... this... and, oh, that.

- Is she always this abrasive?
- You know what? I am, actually.

We just have a few questions
about the report.

l'd Iove to know what it takes
to make detective around here,

because damn,
I think I should transfer,

'cause this is some
seriously sloppy paperwork.

(sighs)

You guys feel like a coffee?
Latte? Cappuccino?

We just got this new machine.
It's really cute.

It uses these little pods.

(birds chirping)

(chuckles)

Those things can
really dry out your mouth.

Where the hell is Candice?

Dropped her off downtown.

What are you doing?

Just looking for some answers.

Answers for what?

Questions that I have.

And what makes you think
I got answers?

"God's Good Grace."

My boat?

Jamie, I'm sorry for doing business

out of your warehouse
without your permission.

(laughs) That's funny.

That's good. Look,
I've been out of the life for a while,

but, you know, back in the day,

there was this, uh, guy Wayne somethin'
from out east,

used to run heroin up the coast.

He got pinched last year
with a full load,

so now he's doing 15 in Dorchester.

Everything he had
is now property of the police,

including his boat,

"God's Good Grace."

And I guess it still is.

Right?

Officer?

So what am I doing here?

I want to know what happened
to my family.

I want to know
what happened to my family...

(papers rustle)

and why that accident report was faked.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, you don't.

Uhh!

(gasping)

Someone killed my family,

and the police covered it up.

Jamie--

You're gonna tell me who.

Jamie, listen to me. I have no idea
what you're taIking about.

Yeah, okay. Good.

(sputters)

Funny thing is...

you think you can hold your breath,

but a little gets down the throat, nose,

the brain's hardwired
to think that it's drowning.

Lungs contract.
Heart contracts.

(sputtering and gasping)

(wheezing and coughing)

And, well, that happens.

(coughs)

Is this how things work in 15?

You storm in all righteous and entitled,

demanding things
from your superiors?

We just want to know
what happened.

Down here, you're in uniform,
Detective gives you an order, you take it.

You do it.

Greater good,
there's gotta be a reason.

Yeah, reason being
so you can make detective.

I did everything right.

Yeah, accident looked weird to me.

It didn't add up.

I found two eyewitnesses
who saw some guy

nosing around the car in the driveway
before it crashed.

Even got the guy's
license plate number.

The reconstruction guys came in,
our best mechanic.

It was all in the report.

(police radio chatter)

(Iowered voice)
Then some detective showed up,

handed it back to me.
lt was scrubbed.

No notes. Different mechanic.

Told me to sign off.

What, that doesn't bother you?

Where are you going?

I'm tired of listening to your sermon.

What, so you're just gonna walk away?

No. I'm gonna give you
a copy of my notes.

l kept 'em. l knew this
was gonna come back to me.

I have everything--
the name of the witnesses,

Iicense pIate number,
the guy they saw by the car...

name of the mechanic
who ended up signing off.

Yeah, what about the name
of the detective,

the one that made it go away?

Look, there is a huge difference

between knowing your place
and covering up a homicide.

He's not from this division.

He works out of Guns and Gangs.

(sighs)

Guy's name is Boyd,

Detective Donovan Boyd.

All right, what do we do?

I don't know. I'm thinking.

You know, we gotta call Frank or Jerry.

No! No, they're working with him right now.

We might as well call Boyd himself.

Just--What do we know?

Okay, we know two witnesses
saw a guy near the car

- right before it crashed.
- Okay.

She said she got a plate.

Okay. Find that. We'll run it.

Maybe we can find out
who messed with the car.

God, this woman
has terrible handwriting.

I don't know what it is with lesbians,

but they all have terrible handwriting,

and they're always hitting on me.

What are you talking about?

Doesn't bother me.

She's only human, Andy,

and she was kinda cute--

This has nothing to do with anything!

What is the license plate number?

I'm looking for it.

Okay, well, this is the mechanic
who signed off on the report.

Paul Kaminski.
Says he's right downtown.

Okay, let's get the boys
to check it out.

What are we gonna tell them?

We're gonna tell 'em the truth.

Nothing in the warehouse,
and nobody cares?

l mean, what? The boss
doesn't show, nobody notices?

It's--

Yeah, well, figure it out,

'cause we got a cop.
He's out there, and he's been made.

Clock is ticking.

Hey, where is everybody?

I don't know.

They're supposed to be on the phones,
canvassing the neighbors.

I'm sure they are.

What is that?
What are you looking at?

Swarek's undercover file.

This is confidential.

Detective Barber gave it to me.

You checked the boat, right?
"God's Good Grace"?

It was part of Swarek's cover story.

(folder clunks)

Who's this guy?

New guy. Orientation.

Hey. What are you doing?

Watching and learning, sir.

Yeah? Where'd they go? The...

Deckstein, Pez, whatever.

- l don't know, sir.
- I asked you a question.

Honestly, sir,
they, uh, wouldn't tell me.

But I could take your lunch order.

Look, we just want
to touch base, you know?

There have been some questions.

We just want to make sure
we have the right answers.

Boyd wants us up to speed.

So ask him.

We're the ones that have
to taIk to the famiIy.

They're coming in, threatening to sue.

I mean, accident report's
a bit of a fairy tale,

so what the hell
are we supposed to tell 'em?

Tell 'em the truth.

It's all right there.

Oh, eIectricaI system faiIed.
Brakes, steering, everything.

Gas line was damaged.
Car hit a tree, and it went up.

Did anybody tamper with the car?

You know, that's what they're asking.

Car's gone.

All right?

You stand by that report,
I will, too.

Boyd's done right by me.

Just tell him not to worry so much.

(GaiI) License pIate number's
registered to a Shawn Elmore

at this address.

You sure this is the right address?

lt's 1663 Eastern.
I mean, and that's his car.

Yeah, no, I recognize the place.

It's a clubhouse.

Which gang?

JMC.
I mean, it's a small chapter.

You know what?
I'm calling Frank.

No, no, no, no.
You know who we need to call? Luke.

(Luke) Okay, give me the highlights.

(Dov) Accident report's bogus.

The mechanic basically admitted
the car had been tampered with.

Yeah, we went to the see the officer
who filed the report up at 34 Division,

just like you said.

- Okay.
- Well, she filed it,

and they scrubbed it clean.

They gave it back to her to sign.

- Why?
- She didn't know,

said we should talk to the detective
who gave the orders.

Okay, then. Who gave the orders?

Donovan Boyd.

Who else have you told?

No one. Just you.

We ran the pIates
from the original report.

We found the guy. He's a biker.
His name is Shawn Elmore.

- (Pete) Burgers and pho.
- Not now!

Okay, Elmore's JMC,
a new patch, so--

Sorry, sir, it's just that I know
you're working really hard on this case,

and I'd hate for the food to get cold
before you had a chance to...

Chopsticks are...in the bag.

So Boyd has been making some
serious headway into the bikers.

The guys in Gangs call him Kreskin.

Who's Kreskin?

He knows where. He knows when.
He knows who.

Before it's even happening,
he knows what's happened.

- So he's got an informant.
- Yeah, but he says no.

He hasn't carded the guy.

There's no statement,
so if he does, the guy's a ghost.

(mouth full) Shawn Elmore.

Okay, so why would a biker want
to kill Brennan's wife and child?

This dead guy here is Matthew Elmore,

Shawn's brother, okay?

He had a beef with Brennan
probably over some turf.

So why hit him back now?

Because retaliation's
harder than you think,

especially when you're dealing
with a pro like Brennan.

You don't want to get caught.

All right, what do we do?

I don't know.

You just stood up.

l thought that meant
you knew what to do.

Let's talk to him.
Let's bring him in.

- On what charge?
- Uh, how about the murder

of Maggie and Grace Brennan to start?

- Peck, come on.
- AII right.

You're staying.

It's already a big enough mess.

I'm not gonna make it worse.

(gasping and coughing)

Look, nothing personal.

I know you're just doing your job,
but... come on.

Whatever you're making in overtime,

it's not worth it.

- Somebody rigged my car.
- (Sam gasping)

Just give me a name.

I know it's hard to accept
when accidents like that happen.

Hey, wasn't an accident.
I know the difference.

It didn't just happen.

Even if that's true,
why would I know?

'Cause you're working me!

You're working undercover.

You have access to everything about me.

That report is the only thing I ever saw.

If it was anything else,
I don't know about it.

So you're trying to tell me
you're deep undercover,

and your handler gave you
the same $12 report as I saw?

Same guy who gave me a boat
seized in a high-profile drug raid.

BeIieve me, he's not
my favorite person right now.

Or maybe you're just a good cop,

'cause you know I'm gonna
kill whoever you give up,

so you're just gonna hold on
to that name as long as you can.

I don't know who killed your family.

Refill?

Jamie!

- Let's go.
- Okay, guys.

- Later.
- See you later.

Shawn Elmore?

What could I do for ya?

Want to taIk to you
about Jamie Brennan.

Sorry. Uh, I don't know
who that is.

Really?

Funny, considering you murdered
his wife and daughter.

You know,
some new information's come up,

and it seems the deal you made
with Donovan Boyd

is about to expire.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Okay, I guess, uh, we can just
talk to your boys back there,

see if they know how you
got away with it for so long,

oh, and how the Guns and Gangs Unit
seems to know so damn much

about what you've been doing
the Iast IittIe whiIe.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You pull Swarek into your mess,

you give him an incomplete case file,

and then you don't tell him the truth.

Brennan's famiIy
didn't die in an accident.

They were murdered.

You're covering for an informant--
Shawn Elmore, a biker.

He tampers with Brennan's car,
and you cover it up for him.

Now you own him,

which is working out great
for you now, isn't it?

You come up with this theory?

'Cause I think it's amazing.

Yeah, well, it works for me.

God, you are noble.

I mean, your girlfriend screws up,

jumps into the sack
with another officer.

She's not my girlfriend.

Oops, sorry. Fiancée.

She's a rookie, and right now
she's taking the fall for you.

WeII, l think
under these circumstances,

you're talking out of your ass.

I hope you're worth it.

- Why isn't the Wi-Fi working?
- It's been iffy all day.

It's fine. I'm tethering to my phone.

I could have done that.

- What's going on?
- (Traci) We got the why.

Trying to figure out the where,
where would Brennan take Sam?

Okay, so l'm Brennan.
I'm thinking maybe you have

some information about my wife,
so I take you where?

To, uh--To a motel

or, uh, to my boathouse
or to my cabin.

According to this, Brennan doesn't own
any properties besides his home.

AII right, fine.
So I take you to my--

my mom's cabin
or my girlfriend's cabin.

You have a girlfriend?

No, I don't have a girlfriend. What...

Wait. Wh-What was his wife's name?

Maggie. Maggie Brennan, I guess.

Uh, what's her maiden name?

I don't know.

Wilder. Margaret Wilder.

Margaret. Maggie...

Maggie Wilder.

There's one property listed
under that name.

It's in Pickering.

27 acres on Century Road.

I can't tell from this
if there's a house on it.

I can. There is.

We've got a lead.

27 acres just north of the city.

Property was Iisted
under the wife's maiden name.

Go.

Thank you.

If they go alone,
they're gonna screw it up.

Mm. If you go alone,
you'II screw it up.

(coughing, gagging)

You stand for something.

You stand for somethin'.
l respect that.

If you tell me who did it,

he's gonna be the next person
in that chair.

(coughs)

And you're a cop.

It's your job to protect people.

I had a job, too.

lt was to take care
of my wife and child.

This one's my favorite.

l took this right after
Gracie said her first word.

Maggie couldn't believe it.

Just kept getting her to say it
over and over again.

"Elda."

(laughs)

"Elda, Elda, Elda."

There she was--

tiny, perfect little girl...

saying a word.

And I felt like no matter who I was
before that moment...

I was her father.

I was good at it.

They're both innocent.

Now they're dead.

Whoever did this
doesn't deserve your protection.

Jamie, I don't know who it was.

No matter what you do to me,

that's not gonna change.

Elda.

(laughs)

Dog's name was Zelda.

That was her first word.

(yells)

Hope that's not your gun hand.

(groaning and gasping)

Huh?

Second word...

"Ottle."

(groaning)

"Bottle."

Wasn't great at consonants.

(screaming)

Third word...

O-Okay.

(grunting)

Okay. Okay.

You think someone murdered your family.

You think the police covered it up.
Maybe.

You're gonna kill me anyway,

so before that happens,
let's get really clear

about who the bad guy is here.
You hurt a Iot of peopIe.

If somebody messed with your life,

you got no one to blame but yourself.

I'm not gonna kill you any faster
if you piss me off.

Let me help you narrow it down.
Vincent DeCarIo--

family couldn't even ID the body.

Matthew Elmore--biker.
So is his brother.

Those guys never forget.

Nora Wilson, she's the one
I was hoping to get you for.

Security guard, single mother,
three IittIe kids--

You shot her in the head.

Your wife and daughter didn't deserve
what happened to 'em,

but it was only a matter of time,

because you didn't deserve them.

You think you've changed.
You haven't changed.

Look at you.

Uhh!

(groans)

(coughs)

(sirens wailing)

I didn't want to have to do this.

(laughs)

- (bone crunch)
- (grunting)

(metal clanks)

(Oliver) I didn't see a car.

Yeah. Maybe they're in there.

Noelle, are you ready
to search the house?

We'll start there.
Then we'll hit the barn.

(Noelle on radio) We're ready.

Durham guys are on their way.

You want to wait?

- HeII, no.
- Good. Epstein, Diaz,

we're gonna take the front door.

Nash, you're with Noelle.
You sIide around back.

Wait for my count.

- You're not coming.
- OIiver.

McNally, you're not coming.

- (unholsters gun)
- Whoa, cadet, you stay here.

You holster that weapon.

Don't slam it.

What happens now?

We wait.

(Sam) Aah!

(punch lands, Sam cries out)

(Oliver whispers) Stack up. Stack up.
Stay on me.

They're not gonna do a knock.

They're gonna kick it through.

- What?
- Listen.

Oliver's gonna count it off.

- On three... two... one.
- (Andy) Three... two... one.

(Andy) They're going
at the same time--

both doors, front and back.

If it's dark inside, then you
gotta use your flashlight.

Flashlight, gun out--
it's tricky.

Make sure you stay controlled.

It's really hard to do.

Your adrenaline is going.

What you want to do is run in there
and fix everything.

Can't do it like that.

Keep it slow...

no matter what might be happening.

(whispers) Shut up. Shut up.

Keep going throughout the house
and cIear every singIe room.

Go.

Move up the stairs...

which is a lot harder than you think.

You better stay together.

You're exposed.

You don't know
what you're gonna find.

You don't even know what you're
gonna do when you get there.

(door bangs)

See, that's the thing.

It's different every time...

so you better trust your instincts.

You try to stay alive,

try to keep others alive.

(both grunting)

What happens if you're too late?

At least you know you did everything right.

Let him go, Brennan!

Let him go! You stay down.

(OIiver) 1 51 9.
Put a rush on the medics.

We got an officer injured,
one in custody.

(exhales)

(Newton Faulkner)
♪ Love, love is a verb ♪

♪ Love is a doing word ♪

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ Gentle impulsion ♪

♪ Shakes me, makes me lighter ♪

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ Teardrop on the fire ♪
(helicopter hovering)

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ Teardrop on the fire ♪

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ You're stumbling in the dark ♪

(vocalizing)

(siren whoops)

(Dov) So who do you think's
buying tonight?

Swarek, man. We saved his ass.

I don't know. Could be Oliver.

Guy gets all emotional,
opens his waIIet.

(laughs)

You coming?

Where?

The Penny. You should.

Sure.

She'II be fine, okay?
She'll meet us there. Come on.

Now that, that can't be good.

Probably not.

(Boyd) Sammy?

(footsteps approach)

Sam?

(grunts) Yep?

Ah. Glad you're back, man.

I'm glad you're safe.

We got Brennan.
He's in interview right now.

Oh, yeah?
So why aren't you in there?

He's your big fish. I would have
thought you'd be all over it.

Well, you know, thought I'd let Jerry
handle it. He's earned it.

Oh.
(door clanks shut)

Don't even, okay? Because, look,
you and that rookie--

Her name is Officer McNally,
and two years on the job,

she's already ten times the cop
you'll ever be.

You're done.

Sammy, come--

I'd be happy to talk...

if, uh, you tell me what
you're gonna do about it first.

(Jerry) Do about what?

Two months ago,

a mother and child were killed,

murdered in a...car,

and you guys still don't
seem that interested.

I find that frustrating.

We have someone in custody.

Who?

I can't tell you that,

but I can tell you that the case
is officially reopened.

Okay.

l'II wait for the Iawyer,
and then we'll get started.

Tell your guy, uh, no hard feelings.

He's a stand-up guy.

(door closes)

Sam.

Boss.

Glad we found you.

Me, too.

Come on, Frank. It's me.

I know.

That's the problem.

Noelle, are you coming to the Penny?

Yeah. Maybe I might see you there.

(telephones ringing)

Hey, Homicide.

You coming or what?

Yeah, uh, I wasn't
planning on it, no.

WeII, l need a ride,
so I will meet you out front.

You're still here.

Yep.

How you doing?

I've had better nights.

Yep.

Are you heading over
to the BIack Penny?

I can meet you there,
pick you up when I'm done.

Nah, I don't think so.

I mean, it's not like I can drink,
anyway, so...

Why not? What do you mean?

I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant.

Pr-Pregnant? Wh--

You were supposed
to start your IVF today.

You didn't start that yet.

Nope.

(exhales)

(sighs)

(whispers) Yeah?

- (laughs)
- Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Mm-hmm. (laughs)

(Jay Malinowski's "We've All Got to Be
Going Somewhere" pIaying)

I got soldiers.

(laughs)

♪ The city grows cold
as we start to fall ♪

♪ The streets are still lit ♪

♪ The bars at last call ♪

♪ Looking for love ♪

♪ And looking for when ♪

♪ A final letter for me
wiII be sent ♪

♪ 'Cause we've all got
to be going somewhere ♪

Hey.

What happened?

- Got suspended. You?
- ♪ I've got my freedom ♪

♪ I've got my friends ♪

♪ I've got stories... ♪

I got yelled at,

and then I got suspended.

- ♪ Stories that go... ♪
- Sam...

♪ Past cigarette ends ♪

♪ Some lives are born ♪

Want to try being normal together?

♪ Some remain dead ♪

- How are we gonna do that?
- ♪ But we've aII got... ♪

- I don't know.
- ♪ To be going somewhere ♪

I have no idea.

♪ We've all got to be going
somewhere ♪