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Do you know what this is about?

No clue. Got the
same memo you did.

Hey, did you guys get the memo?

We got the memo!
We got the memo!

We had to share a memo.
Who sent the memo?

Let's just hope
it's not from Trout.

God,

please let it not
be Trout. Amen.

Amen.
Amen.

Well, hello team!

Karen!
You came back!

Chief, you have no idea
what we've been through.

It was awful!
Trout was hell.

Mostly for Lassie,
but this feels rich.

I mean this feels
like home again.

It does, doesn't it?

So that's why it's gonna
be even harder for me

to say what
I'm about to say now.

You're having another baby!

What? No.

I came back to say goodbye.

I've accepted a position
up north, Bay Area,

effective immediately.

Chief, you can't leave.

You're not even back yet.

Guys, this is the hardest professional
decision that I've ever had to make

and that's all
because of you guys.

God, we've been
through a lot together.

I'm damn proud of the work
that we've done.

I had some time to
give it a lot of thought...

So, excuse me,
who's the new chief?

That's still
undetermined, Carlton.

Okay.

This new job
is an opportunity for me

to build the brand new
station from the ground up,

keys to the castles.

So is there a shortlist?

And, if so, am I on it?

What is your role
in this situation?

I'll put in a call, Carlton.

You'll get an interview.

Get in here.

I think we're done here.

Yeah!

It's been a privilege,
Karen. Thank you!

We're gonna miss you
the heck out of you, Chief,

but this isn't goodbye,

cause there's no
such thing as goodbye.

Goodbye, Chief!

Catch you on the flip side.

Shawn.
Yeah?

Leave the fish.

Yep, this does not belong to me.

I don't want you to go.

Juliet, take a seat.

Alright, Carlton.

You are the man
who will be chief.

It's just a formality.

You're at the top of
the list, so act like it.

Woo! Ha!

Oh, no, no, there was no list.

I had narrowed it down
to a few candidates

and you weren't one of them.

But then, Karen Vick called

and practically begged me
to consider you.

Hiring the great city's new
chief of police is a...

Well, it's a big moment for me.

That water is not
for the interviewees.

You ever heard of
Archie Baxter, Detective?

Excuse me.

He was my uncle.

He was the only father
I ever knew.

He brought me out here, in the
back of a station wagon in the '60s.

Decent man.

Salt of the earth.

Teetotaler.

He was married to his work.

He made his living
as a crime reporter.

Back then, this town
was owned by the mob,

including the police.

But he dug a little too deep

and got murdered for it.

That was in 1967 during the
tenure of Chief Olson Watt.

Watt was a very fine man, sir.

Olson Watt was a
duplicitous, bald bastard

who stonewalled anyone
who tried to find out the truth.

And that is the kind of thing

that won't happen on my watch.

I will fight for those who...

I'm just gonna leave now, sir.

Oh, God!

People, we have a case.

One which will have no
small impact on my future

as Chief of the Santa
Barbara Police Department.

This file is my ticket
to immortality.

Strode, read the autopsy
report and keep it clean.

Former SBPD coroner,
Slippery Dick Miller.

Boy! There is a blast
from the past.

Carry on, Strode.

Okay, we are, uh...

We are looking at
one, uh, Archie Baxter.

Uh, looks to be
about six feet, uh, two.

Woody, there's no body.

Oh, is that a relief!

I thought maybe I was the
only one that couldn't see it.

What the hell am I doing here?

Archie Baxter was
killed in 1967.

The SBPD swept his case
under the rug.

So? I was not in
the force in '67.

Wait, how... How old
do you all think I am?

What does the cold case have to
do with you being chief, Carlton?

Because Archie Baxter was
just like me. I know how he thinks.

He was a hound for justice
and it got him killed.

Plus he was the mayor's uncle.

Keep reading, Strode.

Cause of death,

blunt force trauma
to the chest...

Internal bleeding from impact.

Fatal sternal fracture,
eight broken ribs.

Guy's heart's gotta look like
a whoopee cushion. Whoa!

This dude really axed it
to the Fat Shack.

Dusted.

FU BAR.

Wipeout.

Blood alcohol level suggests

that he was moderately
to severely cootered, man.

Fiction! Archie
Baxter was a teetotaler

and the police report indicates

that a sky blue
Cadillac Eldorado

was seen driving away
from the crash site.

Don't you get it?

Someone wanted his death
to look like an accident.

And we're gonna
find that someone

and the mayor's gonna make
me chief and it's gonna be glorious.

Now, saddle up and let's ride.

Lassie needs us.

It's time to throw on
our love beads,

grow out our treasure trails,

go beyond
the Valley of the Dolls.

Now who wants to light my fire?

I do! I do.

In between the lines
there's a lot of obscurity

I'm not inclined
to resign to maturity

If it's all right
then you're all wrong

But why bounce around
to the same damn song?

You'd rather run
when you can't crawl

I know, you know
That I'm not telling the truth

I know, you know
They just don't have any proof

Embrace the deception
Learn how to bend

Your worst inhibitions tend
to psych you out in the end

Ah, the Mirror.

Santa Barbara's political
and cultural heartbeat.

Her pages are interwoven into the
fabric of our local community, Shawn.

Yep.

I'm pretty sure
there's an app for that now.

- Yeah.
- Found it!

It's not much to go on.
But it's all we've got.

What the hell?

Come on, man, you know
that moment needed something.

Crime reporter.

He dedicates his life to
the pursuit of the truth

and all he has to show for it
is a cardboard box full of crap.

Hello. What's this?

That is the Limelighter Lounge

owned back in the day
by Rodney Caruso.

Rodney Caruso,
the infamous mobster?

Is there any other kind?

I don't know.
Ask Richard Grieco.

Dude, how dope would
it be to be in the Mob?

Hmm. Or even married to the Mob?

Just look at that and tell
me what pops out at you.

Ah, it looks like the
cleaner's is open, that's cool.

I see a little kid who
should probably be in school.

Couple of drunk cops.

Ooh, that's a good
looking bulldog.

Drunk cops,

in the middle of the day,
patronizing a Mob joint?

That must've been
what Archie was after.

Hey, Watt!

You care to explain this?

That's a good looking bulldog.

Cut the crap!

I'm clocking two
of your guys walking out

of Rodney Caruso's joint, drunk,

in the middle of the day.
Maybe they were thirsty.

Well, they were thirsty the day
before that and the day before that.

What are you driving at, Baxter?

How many of your guys
are in Caruso's pocket?

I have neither the time
nor the patience

to explain myself
to a two-bit reporter.

You barge in here
like this again,

I'll have your job.

Now, get the hell
out of my office.

I'm sure somewhere
there's a cat stuck in a tree.

Go write an exposé about that.

I'll be back.

Next stop, Limelighter Lounge.

Come on, guys.

Are you gonna steal a dead
man's desk thermometer?

Fine!

All right, sock it to
me, partner. What did you find?

Well, I searched
the records room.

Watt never launched an
investigation into Caruso

in his entire tenure as chief.

Not one inquiry.

Well, isn't that
interesting as hell?

Man, it's gonna be
all musty in here.

You're musty.
Your mom is musty.

I think we should all split up.

Cover way more ground that way.

I'll go with Jules
and this whole thing

will become an
invested date. Ha!

See what I did there
you guys? Grow up!

So, why are you so on fire

to help Lassiter with this case?

It's not just Lassie, Jules.

It's Rufus Sewell,
it's Sophie B. Hawkins.

I mean they're all born in '67.

Ah, I'd love me some Sophie B.

Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover.

You are.

Well, then I guess I
must be doing this for us.

Because you'll be bumped
up to head detective

when Lassie gets
promoted to chief.

Naturally, I'll get
a title bump as well.

Something like, uh,

first lover in
the night time. Hmm?

Maybe a little bit of bacon.

You don't know this for sure.

Okay, I suppose I don't.

We'll workshop the title.

But it's moot because
you are gonna be in

and we're gonna get a hot tub

and I'm gonna buy you a dolphin.

And you can name her Cher
who was also born in '67.

That doesn't sound
right to me, Shawn.

There's nothing in there.

What?

What is that?

What does it look like?
You gonna steal that?

It's a victimless crime, Shawn.

You realize that's
not the whole fryer?

It's just the basket.

Man, you don't know...

O'Hara, look at this!

I will be damned

if that isn't Chief Olson Watt

living it up at the Limelighter.

Whoa, Lassie, just forget
about Watt for a second

because that is my guy.

Rodney Caruso

and his smoking hot girlfriend,

Scarlett Jones.

Oh, come on. I can say that
about women from other centuries.

Rodney Caruso was a
cold-blooded killer, Shawn.

I bet it would've made
one hell of a capo

at La Cosa Nostril.

Nostra.
Oh, I don't know.

I may have a wandering spirit,

I'm not great
with a blade but...

I'm good.
What?

Myles Velour Jr.
And the Velour-ettes.

He was as cool as the
other side of the pillow.

My old man listened to all of
those records when I was little.

Oh, I got one bullet left.

Well, well, well.

Chief Watt.

It is so good to see you
loosening your tie a little bit here.

After all, mi casa es
su casa, mi amigo.

Forgive this interruption.

The next round is on me.

I like that.

Thank you!

The mayor was right about Watt.

First, Henry gets popped
by a dirty cop and now this.

There are more stains on Santa
Barbara's carpet than I care to steam.

Carlton, we're gonna
need more than old photos

and police records
that don't exist.

Watt is dead.
Caruso is dead.

Even Myles Velour
cashed in his chips.

So, unless there is someone
alive we can actually talk to...

Melba Birdsong.

Gus, we can't just make up
a fun name.

We need an actual human
person we can put screws to.

Melba Birdsong was one
of the Velour-ettes, Shawn.

And I know she's still alive because
she's appearing in Sounder, the Musical.

It's playing at
the Old Cosmopolitan.

My dad and I have tickets

and yes, I found the other
piece to the fryer, so...

Suck it.

Myles!

He was smooth as
the Lord makes 'em.

Ooh, I knew it!

And the Lord makes 'em smooth.

Yeah!

Miss Birdsong, you
were about to tell us

what you remember
about Olson Watt.

Well, there ain't much to tell.

Back in the day,

I made it my business to
stay away from the police.

You never spoke to him?
Not me!

I heard Myles talk to him,
a time or two.

Watt wasn't playing games.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I know Caruso's a rat.

I'm gonna clean up this sewer.

You know where the drop is
going down. Now give it up.

Hey, I'll smack it out of ya.

Listen man, easy, easy.

His business is his business.

When you have a cat
like Caruso as your boss,

you just keep your
nose clean, you dig?

I'm just a ham-and-eggs man.

What? Boss man doesn't
even dig me, you dig?

I only got this gig because
his chick is a fan of the funk.

Scarlett Jones.

She's a twist, baby.

Every now and then, I do a
private clambake for him and Scarlett

and you don't wanna know
no more than that, Chief.

So Watt wasn't dirty after all.

Well, it was a long time ago.

But from what I can remember,

the Chief was one
of the good guys.

Melba, why are you so nervous?

I'm not nervous.

It's okay.

Caruso can't hurt you now.

Yeah, you don't want to be keeping your
secrets for dead white gangsters, sister.

Let that bird fly.

Myles was like a brother to me.

He wasn't being straight with the
Chief because he had his own problems.

What kind of problems?

Myles used to handle Caruso's
money for him from time to time.

The problem was
Myles loved to gamble.

First, you steal from me,

and then you lie to me.

I cannot wait to see what
you do for an encore, my friend.

You must think I
am a damn fool. No.

A clown who rides the
bull at the rodeo. No!

No, Boss!

Perhaps one of those tall,
skinny people with the curly hair

who pretend to be
stuck in a box,

or walking against the wind.

Street mime.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't
put a bullet in your head, right now?

I'm just a ham-and-eggs man.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Boss.

It's the chips.
They keep calling me.

You are lucky, my friend.

Lucky that my woman loves the
way that you bring in the noise,

the way that you
bring in the funk.

You're gonna repay your
debt to me and then some.

You're going to do
everything I tell you to do

exactly when I
tell you to do it.

Sounds like it was gonna take
more than a couple of private shows

to work off Velour's
debt to Caruso.

What's that picture?
Me, Myles

and Paella Powell.

I slapped the hell out
of that bitch once.

It's also the same type of car

that was seen
at the crime scene,

a sky blue Cadillac Eldorado.

Oh, yes, that car
was Myles' baby.

So, Myles Velour
killed Archie Baxter.

Caruso made him his hatchet man.

He did it to save his own skin.

Oh, that's impossible.
He was...

I solved the case.

I'm gonna be Chief of Police.

Hey! No! You can't just go in...

Terribly sorry
to interrupt, sir,

but I think you're going
to want to see this.

Seriously?

John Lavin's a candidate?

He's been collecting
disability for over a decade

and he doesn't even walk funny.

I was shot in the chest.

You wrote a
screenplay last year! So?

What the hell is your
problem, Lassiter?

You have some nerve
barging in on me like this.

I know who killed
your uncle, sir.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Do you think I don't know
about Myles Velour?

Didn't I tell you

that I have been obsessed with
my uncle's case since I was a boy?

That I have all his
possessions at my house?

Well then, sir, you know that
Velour was a spineless yes man

with a gambling addiction.

What I do know is that he was
arrested for starting a bar fight

after a show in Kansas City on
the very night that Archie was killed.

That is a matter of
public record, Detective.

So, if that's all you've got,

I suggest that you apologize

to me, to John, and to
Agnes on the way out,

because you'll be leaving now.

I'm ridiculously sorry, sir.

You sold a script
last year, man.

What are you even doing here?

Oh, no, it was that bad.

He's been inconsolable
since we got back.

Well, serves him right.

Dude was all over brother

just because he had a
bouffant and a blue Caddy.

Gus, that's not true.

Oh, honestly I haven't
been paying attention.

Here's a question.

Is Scarlett Jones still alive?

Beats me! Easy enough
to check though. Why?

Because all we know for sure

is that Archie Baxter
was after someone

or something in this picture.

And that

is Scarlett Jones.

Carlton, splash some water
on your face. We got a new lead.

Yep, that's the one.

You sure? Because
it's been over 40 years.

Of course, I'm sure.
I may have the bod for sin

but I have the memory
of an adult elephant.

He was obsessed
with this picture.

Did she just say
she had a bod for sin?

Yes!
She needs Jesus.

Can I smoke?
What do you think?

I think you want me the same
way a land turtle wants crab apples.

Just
answer the questions, please.

Well, what's in it for me?

Baxter was asking you about
your boyfriend Rodney, wasn't he?

The fact that half
the police force

was already on
the payroll, right?

Huh? Ring any
belly bells?

Oh, sugar! Is that the
dragon you're chasing?

Well, I hate to burst
your yummy little bubble,

but Archie Baxter was
a deadbeat drunk.

And there was only one thing
in that photo that he was after.

Jonesy!

You again!

It's okay.

Jonesy!

So, did you talk
to her yet? Hmm?

Did you talk to her?
Oh, down boy!

Your lipstick's showing.

You said you were
gonna talk to her for me.

You said you were gonna
put in a good word.

You're just yanking my chain.

Not for all the tea in China.

Uh, just look at her!

Look, can't you see?

Right there.

So beautiful.

She just looks right through me.

I don't know why you carry that stupid
photo around when you can look...

No, Jonesy...
Shh! Don't point.

She's gonna think I'm
staring at her like some

desperate kook.

It's never gonna happen
for you, Archie.

Let's just say Melba
prefers a softer touch.

Stop torturing yourself.
Let me call you a cab.

What do you mean a cab?

You lying...

Get off, I'm fine.

Now can I smoke?
No!

Do you mean to tell me this whole
murder charade is just about some

crush that didn't pan out?

Murder? Archie Baxter
wasn't murdered.

He stumbled out of there
and drove himself off a cliff.

Everyone knows that.

Now is there, um, anything else?

Or shall we just
skip to dessert?

No! No! No!

Uh, thank you.

You're free to go. It's just a
monumental waste of time.

That's why Myles didn't
get up on that.

Melba has a thing
for the ladies.

I have a whole new respect
for Melba toast.

Come on, you guys, it
takes a lot of courage, resolve

to live your life as
an old, black lesbian.

Bet your ass it does.
You know that's right!

You know what I mean?

What the hell am I doing?

There is no case here.
There never was. Mmm-mmm.

I will just have to

rely on the strength of
my interview with the mayor

and my people skills.

I'm so screwed.

That's not optimal.

It's not... It's not
great. Mmm-mmm.

You wake up. I need
to ask you something.

Yes! Yes, we have tickets to Howard
Jones at the Santa Barbara Bowl.

Guess who's opening?
I'm giving you one hint.

Chief Vick asked me
to be her head detective.

Homicide, obviously.

But, you know if
Carlton's promoted, I'm...

I'm looking at the same
opportunity here. You were right.

You know he told me
as much already. See?

Plus, I'm here.

Oh, right!

Plus, you're here.
Of course.

And you know the...

The pay will be
so much better here

because of time served.

I mean it's really
a no-brainer which

is why, as flattering
as it is, I'm...

I'm not really considering it.

Plus you know,
San Francisco is littered with

shallow, entitled,

49er fans.

Ugly on the inside type
people, right? Right. Right.

Don't need that,
you know... Right.

I said you can't
park your car there.

Carlton!

Carl...

Carlton, come on man.
Wake up!

Don't be dumb.

You're dreaming.
I'm a ghost.

We haven't got much time. Sorry!

Avenge me!

I was murdered.

You drove yourself off a cliff,
you drunk, degenerate lunger.

I never had a drink in my life.

My nephew told you that.

Except that night in Korea
when Stalin died.

Stinking red.

Now you listen to me.

Scarlett Jones had plenty
of reasons to lie.

Come on. Think about it.

You're better than this.

You stay the course.

You're all I have.

Adieu!

Adieu!

Remember me!

What are you looking at?

You still see me?

Oh, there I go.

Shake a leg, Strode.

She was lying, Strode.

Scarlett Jones must've been
covering for boyfriend, Rodney Caruso,

because he left her everything

and any case brought against
him would've affected her directly.

So who killed Archie Baxter?

If I knew that, do you think
I would be standing here

with you at 3:00 a.m.?

Now, I'm wondering something.

You're wondering
if a woman in a camisole

was wearing this bear's head

mere seconds
before your arrival?

No, I'm wondering
is there anything else

that could've accounted for
Baxter's level of intoxication?

I asked myself
the very same question.

So I checked levels of gamma-glutamyl
transpeptidase in his blood,

which as you know, is usually
very high in people who drink.

Not in the case
of Mr. Baxter.

That man's liver was dead
sexy and I'm not even a liver man.

I mean, I'm not,
not a liver man.

So Baxter wasn't drunk.
Probably not,

but the level of
phenobarbitone in his blood

suggests the presence
of barbiturates.

Barbiturates?

How the hell did Slippery
Dick Miller miss that?

We pathologists have come a
long way since the Age of Aquarius.

This confirms it, Strode.

Scarlett Jones is a liar

and Baxter was after Caruso.

I am so close, I can taste it.

Oh, me too.
I'm gonna bounce.

Thanks, Strode.

Oh, and Lassie, if you...

If you happen to run into
half a bear in the alley,

don't shoot it.

You got it, buddy.

It's 6:00 in
the morning, Lassie.

We're missing something.

It's called sleep.

This place is as close as we're
gonna get to solving Baxter's murder.

We gotta keep looking.
Where?

It's a victimless crime, Shawn.

Follow me!

Gus!

Everybody in.

Everybody out!

Bingo!

Caruso's calls
were being tapped.

That's a thing,
right? Tapped?

If Caruso's calls
were being monitored,

there are bound to be tapes
around here somewhere.

This could be the break
that we need.

If Archie's behind this, I know
exactly where to find them.

Come on, gang.

Mr. Mayor, I'm so
terribly sorry to interrupt.

He gets a home interview?

And you're serving lemonade?

I'd offer you a glass, but you're
not really great with liquid, are you?

Shut up, Cancelosi.

Alright, Mr. Mayor, uh...

I'm on the receiving end
of some very serious vibes

about your uncle Archie Baxter

and we just need to take a look
at some of his personal belongings.

Do you, now?

I seem to recall you
having some very

serious vibes about me...

...which happened to be dead wrong
and almost cost me my candidacy.

Good point, Mr. Mayor, but I
made Shawn promise never to mix

politics and the
supernatural ever again.

Yeah, maybe we can put our
differences aside now for a common goal.

Yeah.
Which is what?

Bringing justice to the
memory of Archibald Baxter.

Please, Mr. Mayor,
indulge us just this once.

We need to see some
of your uncle's belongings.

You've been awfully quiet
this morning, sweetheart,

like a silent ninja,

which makes me think
you're either planning

to assassinate
a Japanese warlord or

you're giving some real serious
consideration to taking that job.

Nope!

I've made up my mind.

So you better help solve
this case if you want a hot tub.

Are you sure?

He might be right.
There's nothing in here.

Myles Velour, Velour
de Luxe Volume 1?

What?

Why are there two of those?

Because someone recorded
over this one.

What the hell is puce?

Can't we just paint it purple?

- Puce is purple, sir.
- Oh, that's fine.

Then paint the office puce.

I like puce very much.

Caruso liked puce.

Let's see what else we got?

Baxter came around again.

That's Scarlett Jones.

He's asking even more questions.

Baby, baby!

You worry too much, girl.

He asking about Rodney, right?

Yeah, so far.

That's 'cause he
ain't on to us, sugar,

and he ain't never gonna be.

What the hell were we thinking
being out so close to that club?

Now he's got that photograph.

He's probably
already made copies.

Oh baby, baby!

Myles, Myles,
are you listening to me?

Holy cow!

The mobster's moll was having
an affair with the cocoa crooner.

This problem of ours
isn't gonna go away on its own, sugar.

I smell what you're
cooking now, jelly bean, but

I can't get
caught with my cat in the cradle.

Just slip me
your keys at the club tonight.

I'll take care of it like I take care
of everything else around here.

I can't believe it.

While trying to uncover
corruption within the SBPD,

Archie stumbled upon a secret
that even he wasn't prepared for.

Caruso's lady was making nighttime
noises with the cocoa crooner.

Since when does he say "Cocoa"?

If Caruso got wind of the
affair, he'd kill them both

and Scarlett knew that
Archie had a picture

proving that their hands
were both up in the cookie jar.

He's... He's in some
kind of zone.

Scarlett Jones drugged Archie.

She tailed him out of
Limelighter knowing that his

faculties were
significantly compromised.

And then like a lady,
blonde she-viper,

she struck when he was
at his most vulnerable.

Into a watery grave he went.

"Watery grave" is a
nice flourish. Mmm.

- It's decent at best.
- Sure.

Maybe Archie Baxter ended up
being partially eaten by freshwater eels,

but it wasn't two weeks later that Chief
Olson Watt used your uncle's findings

as the basis to call in
the Feds who then

swept organized crime out of our
beloved Santa Barbara for good.

Why didn't Watt tell
anyone the truth?

Oh, when the Feds took over the
investigation, they put a gag order on Watt.

He gave his testimony in court
but that was all he could do.

I'm sure it was
very difficult for him.

He died not long after
the court case. Yeah.

I'm sure it haunts him
in his grave.

I think we are digressing here.
What's happening right now?

Watt's emotions?
No one cares.

As I was saying, Tom,
I'm a scratch golfer

and you're welcome to take
the Tesla for a spin, anytime.

Save it, Jim. We're
finished here, okay? Crap.

Lassiter!

I wanna see you in my office first thing
in the morning. We have much to discuss.

I won't mince words, Detective.

I didn't think
you had the stones.

Sure, you have an admirable record
and you've been here forever and a day,

but I was looking for that
certain "it" factor

which you simply haven't exuded.

Ever!

Until yesterday!

Sure you were pulling most of your
leads straight out of your rumpus, but...

Once the smoke cleared,
you brought me,

and what's left
of my crappy family,

some much needed
and serious closure.

For that I am...

Well, just call me grateful.

Please, Detective Lassiter!

Have some lemon water.

Thank you, sir. I
was just doing my job

and you will be
happy to know that

that scaly temptress Scarlett
Jones will be prosecuted

to the fullest
extent of the law.

Great!

So let's get on with it.

You're my new chief!
Congrats.

And don't get cocky on me.

Thank you, sir.

You have no idea
how much this means to me.

Oh, I think I do.

I can assure you with the team

I've already assembled
on paper, the future is...

Easy there, tiger.

I haven't finished laying
the land. Have a seat.

There are conditions.

And believe you me, these conditions
are in place for your own good...

Afternoon, O'Hara.

Good afternoon, Chief.

That was quite an entrance.

That was unexpected,

but not unappreciated.

You have long since earned
their respect and admiration,

just in case you were wondering.

So, how does it feel?

And why aren't you at your desk?

In your chair?

Come on.
Let's do this.

All right! All right!
All right!

Here it is.

Lassiter.

Chief Lassiter.

All right, all right.
I admit it.

Feels pretty good.

Oh, pretty good?
Well, try again.

It feels

like a pure crack screw job
is what it feels like.

You dedicate your entire life

to one thing
that really matters.

They tell you, you've gotta...

Carlton, you wanna tell me
what's going on here,

'cause you're kinda
freaking me out a little.

It's no good, O'Hara.

I can't sit behind that desk and pretend
I don't wanna be out there with you,

watching each other's backs and

raiding some psychopath's
den of death.

Carlton!
I said, it's no good!

It's your lifelong dream.

You read your mother
her Miranda rights

at seven years old for
parking in a loading zone.

Do you remember telling me that?

Now you can't tell me

that you're actually getting cold
feet about accepting your birthright.

Swaggerty won't let me keep you.

I see.

Self-righteous son of a bitch is
flanking me with all his own people.

Like I need propping up! He
says it is for my own good. That I...

I lack experience in
an executive capacity.

He told me to
take it or leave it.

You're gonna be transferred.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

You're still
the Chief of Police.

What's it worth?

You've never left me
out there. Not for one day.

You know you have
to do this. No, I don't.

You're still my subordinate,
so you listen to me.

We have spent eight long years

putting our lives
in each other's hands.

I've watched you fight.

I've watched you almost die.

But you didn't let me.

That's a two-way street.

I never would have
gotten here without you.

You've been so much more
than a partner.

You're my confidante.

You showed me
immeasurable patience,

and loyalty.

You are very
important to me, Juliet,

and I don't always do a really
great job of letting you know that.

So, I'm telling you now.

You deserve to be this
department's head detective

just as much as I
deserve to be it's chief.

And I'm not going
to do that without you.

So, I've made my decision.

Me too.

You inspire me, partner.

Always have.

You've believed in me
since day one.

You have given me courage

and strength and
taught me accountability

and how to ration my ammo in
the event of a nuclear holocaust.

You're welcome for that.

You have a family
to think about now.

It's time to
turn the page, Carlton.

And you know what?
Just knowing

you would make
that sacrifice for me,

gives me all the clarity I need.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Everything happens for a reason.

I'm going with Karen.

And you are gonna be chief,

and it is all gonna be okay.

Obviously, you have to go
and I understand that. I...

You have to go so we're
gonna do whatever it takes.

Will we?

Maybe you don't come to
San Francisco, right away.

You know, maybe you
stay here and sort out stuff.

You know, I'll need
to get settled anyway,

and it's just five hours
up the Interstate. So...

Can say that again. It barely
qualifies as long distance.

I mean, let's be real.

I could run to you
in like half a day.

Well, I mean maybe
if you were a train.

Well, you should never
underestimate my caboose.

You know what?

Why don't you stay
here tomorrow? What?

I'll drive myself.

Oh come on, no way!
You sleep in.

No way!
Yes way, Shawn.

I just thrust this on you without
even considering your situation.

I mean, we haven't even
talked about your dad.

He'll be fine.
He has a TV.

I want you to come
to San Francisco.

I do!

When you're ready, okay?

Come when you're ready.

That is fair, right?

And reasonable?
That's reasonable.

Can you feel me
being reasonable,

because I'm kind of
freaking out right now. Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Come over here.

Come lay next to
my body. Right here.

Put the rest of your
gray pantsuits in the bag

and then come lay down.

They are not all gray.

They're mostly gray and
they're money and I love them.

And I always have
and I love you.

Oh, the alarm is gonna
go off so early.

There's zero percent chance
that I'm gonna hear that.

You have to shake
me hard, you know?

Okay!

I'll help you carry
your stuff down.

That bag is the corner
is like 700 pounds.

It's gonna be
4:30, Shawn.

We're gonna have to
play that by ear here.

We're gonna do
whatever it takes.

Okay.

Whatever it takes.