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35 foot cabin cruiser currently docked in slip number 127.

Sam, we don't have eyes yet. You?

Almost there.

He's gotta be in the cockpit or down below.

Guys, I got 'em.

Where are they, middle, stern or bow?

Standing in the back, they're under a tarp.

Say it!

Go to hell.

Sam: She's on him. Ed, she's right in his face.

Parker: Rebecca Kessfield,

this is the Police Strategic Response Unit.

Get back!

Parker: Rebecca, please.

Rebecca: Go! Man: Relax!

Go inside!

(Distorted sound of tape rewinding)

(Footsteps clomp)

(Knocks on door)

Just let me in, okay?

(Knocks then bangs on door)

Come on, I know you're there.

Honey, please, just let me in.

(Knocking)

(Glass shatters, rock crashes on veranda)

(House alarm wails)

Sadie?

(Security pad buttons beep, alarm stops wailing)

Sadie? Honey?

It's just me.

Okay?

It's just me.

Sweetheart?

(Quiet whimpering)

Sadie: (Teary) I told you not to come.

Rebecca: What are big sisters for?

(Sighing) Come on, let's get you up.

There's nothing glamorous about the bathroom floor.

Come here.

Here.

Hang on, hang on.

(Whimpering)

(Baby starts crying)

Sadie.

Ouch.

(Wimpering quietly)

Woman: (On TV) You must release me...

For if you do not, I cannot be held accountable.

My lord, you have shattered my heart.

You have... awoken my soul.

Yo, dude, you've awoken my soul!

Wordy, this is the SRU;

you can't be watching "Lady in Waiting".

It's a good movie, it's historical.

Wow.

Wordsworth: I got four women in my house, all right?

Anything that helps me get closer to Shelly and my girls,

I'm there.

If this is what they're watching, I wanna know about it.

Got no secrets.

I think you need to shoot something.

Well, after you, Siskel.

You're the one that recognized the quote.

- Oh, yeah. - Ohhh, snap!

Hey, you know what, it's on friggin' pay-per-view,

every hour on the hour, all right?

Well, maybe you and I should sit down, watch it together,

compare our favourite scenes... I can braid your hair.

That's tricky business.

Wordsworth: Naw, not really. I do it for Allie all the time.

She's got less hair than either of these two.

Spike and Wordsworth: (Chuckling)

Parker: It's okay, bring it. Come on.

(Baby crying)

Rebecca: Sadie, you know what I'm going to say, right?

Yeah, I don't want to hear it.

Just not right now.

Okay, I'm gonna go check on Caitlin.

She was in her crib the whole time?

(Pained tone) Yeah.

Rebecca: You want her in here?

Yeah. (Tentative breath)

(Baby crying)

You really sit around and watch those sappy movies

with your kids, or what?

Yeah.

Huh.

Well, I got girls.

It's different, right, you got a boy.

No, I know, I know.

You know, he's a good kid.

Great kid. It's just it's awkward.

You know, I love rock music;

he plays the cello.

Loves basketball, hates hockey.

Last week, he came home...

Big fat lip, won't tell me what happened, right?

Turns out this...

This kid at school, they had a hassle

and he told the teacher.

Kid waited for him after school and...

What're you gonna do?

Well, what are you gonna do?

Ed: I dunno. You know, Soph wants to...

"We'll go to the school and we'll talk to him."

So go to the school about it, find out what's going on.

Nah. I mean, it'll just make it worse.

Clark needs to stand up on his own...

His own two feet.

He's 13-years-old.

Exactly.

Well no wonder he doesn't wanna talk to you about it.

You know what, Wordy, you got three girls, okay? So...

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Three girls, a real walk in the park,

they never do anything wrong.

Ed: You know what? You know what?

Whatever, okay? Forget it.

(Locker clanks shut)

Oh, yeah, that's... That's mature.

Rebecca: (Trying to sooth Caitlin) It's okay.

(Baby cries)

You're okay now.

Hang on.

(Under her breath) Enough fighting, Sadie.

(Baby cries uncontrollably)

What the hell happened?

Uh, he didn't touch her.

So why does this have blood on it?

It was me; I felt sick, so I picked her up.

Do you hear yourself? Do you?!

- Do not judge me. - This cannot continue!

Well, tell me how it ends then?

Tell me.

We both know how it ends.

I call the cops, (Tight breaths)

They show up,

he's got a fat lip because I fought back,

he tells them I'm crazy,

and they turn out to be buddies from 58 division.

So you leave!

Where is he, Sadie?

Please. You can't.

If he finds out that you know about this,

any of this, he's gonna kill me,

or you, or...

Oh, just... just leave!

(Cries uncontrollably)

(Clip clicks into place, Sadie cries pathetically)

I don't know.

I just don't know anymore. (Crying)

This is going to end.

(Crying)

I get it.

You can't do it.

(Whimpering) I just need to sleep.

Okay, everything's fine,

just go to sleep.

I'll give Caitlin a bottle.

Rebecca?

I'm sorry.

So am I.

♪♪

Hey! (Whistles)

We got no calls yet,

but tonight there's gonna be a full moon, so...

So?

So, full moons, they make people crazy,

it's a proven fact, so...

I'm gonna call tonight patrol night.

- All right. - Woo! Yes!

All right, do a little team one PR,

let the city know we're here, keep the bad guys on their toes.

- Yeah, Spike. - Club district? Me and Lew?

What, there's all kinds of troubles there, all the time.

Fine. Patrol happy hour.

All those very threatening young women in tube-tops.

But just uh... Button up, huh?

Be good. Look good. Jules?

You're still representing the force.

Eddie? Mr. Wordsworth?

East ends roving gangs of families,

runaway strollers and whatnot.

Parker: Mm-hm. It's all yours.

- Sam? Jules? - We'll take west.

I'm thinking chicken roti at Island Foods.

Spike: Hey, we'll take west.

Jules: Uh-uh. Parker: You got tube-tops.

Jules: Yeah.

Let's go keep the peace.

(Safety clicks)

(Exhales)

(Low hum of chatter and music)

Pete: All right, it's petey time.

(Hum of chatter)

School's in, Franky. Triple twenty.

Rebecca: Vodka soda?

Mickey: You got it.

Pete: Ah, triple one! (Half laughs)

That's on the board. That's on the board.

Hold up a sec.

What? Where's he goin'?

What're you doing here?

Long day. Having a drink.

Thanks.

- Uh, Rebecca, I don't... - Relax.

Don't worry, I'm in a good mood.

Nice day, sun's shining.

Spent the day planting trees.

Well, un-planting trees, actually.

This uh, this blue-hair in Forest Hill's trying to tell me

she didn't mean to order purple lilac;

she wanted white lilac.

Now I've got $3000 bucks worth of purple trees sitting in my truck,

but hey, she's paying.

(Half laugh) I guess.

So... you talk to Sadie lately?

We're not really, uh...

No, I mean, not in a few weeks.

Everything, okay?

Yeah, sure, everything's great, you know.

I'm kinda keeping my distance these days.

She's... Got a lot on her plate.

You could say that. (Chuckles)

Then I will.

Sit down, have a drink.

I mean, if you want.

(Keys jingle)

(Keypad beeps)

Hi, Matt? It's Sadie.

Uh... I need your help.

Ed: Wordy, at least let's take Parliament Street, all right?

Somebody's gotta be beatin' someone up over there.

(Kids chatter)

Well, can you go any slower?

Look, do you wanna just stop?

Let's just stop, I'm cool with that. We'll just stop the car.

(Exhales) What is your problem?

I don't have a problem.

Wordsworth: It's my opinion. All right?

Your kid gets into some trouble,

you... go into the school, you figure it out.

What? That's how I feel.

- Shelley teach you that? - (Half laughs)

Ed: Just go, go braid some hair,

express your emotions, all right, Wordy, whatever.

No, you know what Shelley taught me?

No, Wordy, what'd your wife teach ya?

Don't be a victim, don't be a perpetrator,

and above all, don't be a bystander.

- Go for Ed. - You're an ass.

Man: Eddie. Matt McDondrick, here.

Matty! What's going on, buddy?

Well, my partner in narcotics, Pete Fitzhaven,

his wife just called, her name's Sadie.

I'm stuck in court on a heroin case,

she needs a little help on the qt.

I don't know who else to ask.

- What do you need? - I don't know yet.

There's um...

There's a little bit of trouble over there.

Pete's gun's missing, she can't track him down.

All right, where is she?

Matt: You sure you're okay to stop by?

You know, I figure if there's a firearm involved,

you guys might get called anyway.

Better if it's you, right?

Yeah, yeah. We're just on patrol, it's no problem.

Gimme her twenty, we'll be there in five.

See? It's nice to turn your phone off once in a while.

It's old school.

No one can find you, no one knows where you are.

Hey, how'd it go with the review board?

You get bumped up?

I did.

No way.

Congratulations, sergeant.

Hey, Mickey,

we need another round here.

Mickey: You got it.

You, uh... you still playing with that thing?

'Cause it kind of looks like your boys wanna finish their game.

I don't know.

It's up to you, I guess.

Pete, it's nice to see you.

It's good to catch up, you know?

All right, I'll be back.

Finish that drink.

(Patrons chatter)

Just soda from now on, okay, Mickey?

- You sure? - Yeah.

I don't want to make him feel bad,

but it's a little early for me.

(Doorbell dings)

Ed: Check out the window.

(Lock clicks open)

Ed: Sadie Fitzhaven?

Hey, I'm Ed. This is Kevin. We, uh...

We got a call from Matt McDondrick.

Oh God. Um...

He said he'd send a friend,

he didn't need to call the SRU.

No, it's all right, we're friends.

We're uh, we're just on patrol, it's nothing official.

- Do you mind if I just... - Not at all.

Fine.

Ed: Do you want to tell us what's going on?

My sister came by.

She was upset, she was very emotional.

Hmm. Your sister.

And you didn't let her in?

Well, I was upstairs, I was with the baby.

I was nursing, so I didn't get the door.

I guess she just figured I was here.

Ed: So what'd she want?

To talk to Pete.

Talk to Pete?

Did you tell her where he was?

Oh, I didn't have to.

Chances are if Pete's not here then he's at the Lion.

Look, I was upstairs, you know, in the baby's room,

and she was storming around for a while and then she left.

With your husband's gun.

And you're sure he didn't have it with him?

No, I saw him put it in the closet.

He's very particular --

one place; That's where it goes.

Look, I'm sure that everything's fine.

You know, and I wish that Matt hadn't called you.

You know, I just wanted to make sure that...

(Baby cries)

Unh-unh. No way.

Ed: I agree.

Pete's voicemail.

Wordsworth: She's leaving stuff out.

She's leaving all the good stuff out.

Ed: Maybe she doesn't know any good stuff.

Matty, it's Ed.

You talk to her?

Ed: We did. Matt: And?

I don't know. There's something going on. There's a...

There's a broken door, there's a missing gun.

Who broke the door?

Her sister, Rebecca Kessfield.

That ring any bells?

You sure it was Rebecca?

What's the story, Matt?

Off the record, she's been stalking the guy.

She's been obsessed about him for months.

She's out of her sweet mind.

Pete's told me crazy stuff, stuff he hasn't even told Sadie.

(Grunts)

(Taps out a drum roll)

I'm out.

Frank: What? Where are ya going? You're bailing on our game.

Ah, guys, I'm calling it a day.

Pete's friends: (Disappointed) Ahh!

Got a baby at home.

Pete's friends: Pffffft!

(Hum of traffic and street chatter)

(Knocks twice)

(Car security beeps)

Told ya I wasn't leaving.

Just didn't want anybody talking.

Pete, why don't I just drive you home.

It's been a long day.

I'm fine.

Come on, you've had a few.

Hey, if you wanna walk home, that's cool,

but I'm good to go.

Okay, I guess I'll walk.

You know, it was uh, it was good to see you.

Where's your car?

I didn't drive.

You want a lift?

Sure.

I don't mind at all.

Are you okay?

Rebecca: I'm fine.

(Laughs) You're such a lightweight.

(Half laughs) Oh yeah?

- Yeah. - I could, uh...

I could do another drink, you know.

I'm not scared.

Hmm...

What about the patio at O'Malley's?

It's a beautiful sunset.

Well, we could, uh...

We could go to your boat.

Ed: (Into headset) Guys, this may be nothing,

but we have a potential incident involving a police officer

and a missing firearm at the Lion bar.

Copy that. I've got nothing goin' on, I'll meet you there.

South Street and Beacon.

Parker: Bravo, Charlie?

Jules: Copy.

You guys stay put, we'll call you if we need you.

Pete: This way.

(Seagulls cry)

It's just up here on the left.

Careful, don't fall in.

Rebecca: I did that once. In Venice.

Came out of this restaurant, a couple glasses of wine,

thought it was the reflection of the street or something,

I stepped right in and...

Bam, I'm in the canal.

You know, there's no... No fences or anything.

Aw, man, you are lucky.

I wish I had a chance to, you know...

- To what? - Travel! See the world!

Get drunk.

Help pretty ladies out of the water.

Well... here we are.

(Tarp rustles, seagulls cry)

Uh, yeah, they were talking at the bar,

but, uh, she said goodbye, left without him,

everything seemed fine to me.

Mickey: She really wasn't even drinking.

She had one drink and then after that it was soda water.

Parker: Hey, Eddie.

Rebecca Kessfield's clean.

No priors, no tickets, no nothing.

Ed: What about the wife? Parker: Haven't checked yet.

Matt: Eddie, any news?

Ed: Nothing.

Guys, this woman's out of her mind.

Yeah, but so's his wife.

The whole family, I mean, I feel bad for the guy, I do.

Ed.

Three weeks ago...

Pete said Rebecca showed up at the office.

You know, sat outside in her car for an hour waiting for him to come out.

Apparently, he didn't return her call.

Matty, they having a thing here or what?

I don't know. Not my place. Sorry.

Maybe.

The wife's sister?

Boss.

Hold on a second.

Matt: I don't know for sure, okay, but there was something there.

I guess I figured maybe they had had a thing,

he ended it -- obvious reasons --

she was pissed off, confused, I don't know.

Don't ask, don't tell.

Got a little domestic situation on our hands?

And he's hammered.

She's got a gun.

I hear you.

Hey, Frank, where's he going?

Uh, I don't know, he said he's going home.

Well, he's not at home. Anyone?

He's got a boat.

Let's start with the boat.

(Into headset) Team One, let's gear up.

Thanks.

You could've.

Pete: Coulda what?

Gone to Italy. You know, this, uh...

This boat alone would've bought you a couple of trips,

there and back, you and Sadie.

Nah, I need this.

It's good to have a place to go, you know?

Get away.

There we are.

Sit down, relax.

Sunset, right?

Don't want to miss it.

Let me just uh...

Pull this back so we get a better view.

Rebecca: No, uh... it's kinda nice.

It's cozy, you know?

Ed: Security guard said that he pulled in in a blue pickup

with a blonde passenger. It's gotta be them.

Parker: Let's check with Matt, see if he knows which slip he's in.

So, are you seeing anyone?

Not right now.

All the good ones are taken, right?

Anyway, I'm not really sure I'm cut out for the marriage thing.

Looks pretty hard.

Oh, come on.

No sex, no fun, no sleep,

no slack... What's not to like?

So why do you stay?

I don't know.

Looking for somethin' better to come along, I guess.

You know?

Ed: Matty, are you sure about this?

I was here two weeks ago, he's moored in 127.

That's it.

Parker: Okay, well, parallel to the end of the dock, that's not good.

Ed: No, it's harder to contain.

Contain?

Well, that's what we're starting with.

We want all our options, and that's the only way out?

Yeah, on foot.

Matt: Sergeant, just walk your guys down to the boat.

Parker: No. We don't wanna spook the girl with the gun, right?

If they don't see us, we control what happens.

Sam, we need to find a high point,

parallel and east of this guy right here.

So, let me know when you got eyes on him.

Yes, sir.

Ed: All right, the rest of us, we're gonna go stealth

'til I hear something different.

Jules, get Matty into the command truck.

I want priors on the wife. I want priors on the husband.

Matt: Priors on the husband? - Sergeant, this way.

Ed: Wordy.

We need to get Sadie Fitzhaven down here.

Ed: What, the wife? Why? - Because she was lying.

- Okay, I... - Won't let her past the truck.

Ed: All right, good.

'Cause I don't want her anywhere near this thing.

Uh-huh. Copy that.

Lewis! Spike!

Let's hit it.

We used to be good.

Things were good for the first couple years.

It's complicated.

Used to be us against the world.

Woo!

(Sighs) Then she had Caitlin and...

The day she was born, Sadie's all grumpy,

she's on the edge.

That baby doesn't stop crying.

You know, she's five-months-old.

Ed: Sir!

Let's go, let's go. Let's hustle it up.

(Door shuts)

(Keyboard keys clack)

7:57 p.m., Team One on the scene of a possible domestic,

Marina Quay West.

35 foot cabin cruiser,

registered under one Peter Fitzhaven,

currently docked in slip number 127.

My job takes it out of me,

I haven't had sex with my wife in six months.

(Exhales)

I'm sitting next to a girl and uh...

Well, I chose the wrong one.

Ed: They're either in the cockpit or they're in the cabin.

Lewis, see if you can get eyes from down here.

Sarge, what if nothing's happening? What if he's in there all alone?

Parker: I hope so.

False alarm's my favourite kind of alarm.

Spike, see if this guy'll let you use his shortwave.

Maybe we can contact him through that.

Yeah, it'll work if Pete's radio's on.

Okay, I'll check it out.

Lewis?

There's plastic all around the front, I can't see anything.

If I got near the actual dock, maybe.

No, back off. I don't want her spottin' you.

Spike: Hello there. Man: Hello.

Spike: I need to use your radio.

So leave... If you're unhappy.

Maybe I will. Maybe you should.

Hey, don't tell me what to do.

I'm not, I'm just...

Pete, it's not a secret, you know?

You married my little sister at this very marina, what?

Three years ago?

When's the first time you hit her?

Excuse me?

I'm guessing about five months later,

I'm thinking maybe it was that first Halloween?

She got dressed up for a party -- sexy nurse.

I remember you didn't like it much.

You know what? You...

Took me a little while to figure it out, but I did.

She doesn't have the energy to lie to me anymore.

No? Because she's pretty good at it.

(Radio feedback squeals)

Nothing. Thanks.

We had a few fights,

we had a kid, she got fat,

we had a few more fights!

- She's my wife! - She's your prisoner!

(Laughs to self)

Don't you laugh! Don't you dare laugh!

I think it's time that you left.

(Safety clicks)

Parker: Sam, we don't have eyes yet. You?

Almost there.

Pete: You know what? How come you haven't left yet?

Oh.

Guys, I got 'em.

Where are they, middle, stern or bow?

Standing in the back, they're under a tarp.

It's not like she's asking for the moon.

You know?

It's not like she's asking for flowers,

or diamonds, or trips to Italy...

She's just asking you to be nice.

Thing is, you can't do it! You can't do it, Pete,

'cause it's not in your nature.

You're gonna leave, tonight.

Okay, you're gonna go to a friend's place,

she's gonna get a lawyer, and you're never gonna see her again.

- Rebecca. - Say you'll do it.

Just say that you'll do it!

- Give me my gun back. - Say it!

Go to hell.

Say it again.

She's got a gun.

She's got it pointed at his head.

Either way this is gonna be over.

Today, it's gonna be over, it's gonna be done.

She's moving in, she's on him. Ed, she's right in his face.

Parker: Rebecca Kessfield,

this is the Police Strategic Response Unit.

We have got everything under control out here.

How's everything over there?

Get back!

Parker: Rebecca, my name is Greg, and I wanna help you.

Undo that rope.

Pete, undo the rope!

Parker: We're concerned about your safety,

so, if you could tell me what this is all about,

we can all go home.

Parker: Do you got a cellphone? Rebecca: Do it!

Parker: Maybe you can turn it on

and we can start talking about this.

That's Pete.

He's cuttin' the boat loose.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Rebecca: Hey! Hey!

Get back. Get back, Pete.

Go inside.

Go inside!

Parker: Rebecca, please. Rebecca: Go!

Relax!

Looks like they're going inside.

We can't help you this way.

You have to stay calm,

you have stay there and you have to talk to us.

They're inside the cabin.

Spike: Inside the cabin? Buddy, they're floating away.

(Boat horn honks)

Rebecca: Maybe it's good, you know.

Maybe they'll finally...

Maybe they'll finally listen.

Except you probably...

You probably set me up, right?

Your guys probably think I'm crazy, huh?

Jules: Sergeant, we do not need you out there.

Now I need you tell us everything you can about Pete Fitzhaven.

If we can't figure out why we're here, we can't start talking.

Good. Go lethal. Please, I told you everything already.

Jules, can you take over?

Yeah. In the truck.

The wife's here.

Luria's stuck in a parole hearing, she's gonna keep us posted.

Sadie, hi.

I'm Kevin Wordsworth, we met at your place.

I'm sorry, I had to drop Caitlin off at the neighbours.

- What's happened? - Well, nothing's happened.

We're just trying to make contact with Rebecca, with your husband.

We're working on it, okay?

But, Sadie, right now, I really need your help.

We need to understand what's going on here.

If you want us to get your husband home to you, safe and sound tonight,

you need to tell me what Rebecca wants.

You good to keep talking?

If I can get her on the phone.

There's only so much I can do with this thing.

All right, well they can still hear you.

Okay, until we get a better plan. Gimme Lewis as my second?

Fine, I'll take Sam.

Ed: Lewis, you copy that? Lewis: Copy.

All right, Spike, I need ears on that boat.

Get the parabolic mic.

Sam, I need a canister of non-pyrotechnic CS ready to fire,

and you might be going for a swim.

Boss, I need you to talk this thing down,

so we don't have to go on a boat ride.

You got both cell numbers? Lewis: Yup.

All right, start dialing.

Rebecca, this is Sergeant Greg Parker. We're not going anywhere.

We can't go anywhere until we resolve this thing.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm...

Parker: Rebecca, can you hear me?

I'm so sorry. Just...

Rebecca: Hey, hey, what're you doing?

Easy, easy! What're you doing?

I will leave the house. Okay, I will get counselling.

- Liar! - I'm not lying!

I will never see her again if that's what she wants, okay?

Parker: Rebecca, can you hear me?

Bec...

It's me, it's not her.

Wordsworth: You remind me of this girl.

A girl from my neighborhood, growing up.

She was smart, she was funny,

she was... beautiful.

And then she got married --

real young --

to this guy who beat the crap out of her.

Both phones are off.

Parker: All right, keep dialing.

Hey, Jules, Jules...

Get Luria, find out what this guy means to her.

Maybe she has a past psych history, anything you got.

I'm on it.

The thing about Shelley was, well, she's such a... a tough cookie.

But it took us...

I don't know, two years...

To figure it out.

Two years...

Before I realized

why she wore turtlenecks in the summer;

before I figured out why she's always looking so scared.

Two years before I could help her get out of that marriage;

before anyone could help her get away.

And you know what?

If I'd been given half a chance,

I would've killed him.

Parker: Spike, what do ya hear?

Spike: Nothing. Water. Very loud water.

Ed, what do you wanna do?

I wanna go in there. I wanna get ears on that boat,

or I wanna gas them. Sam?

Six rounds of CS, ready to roll.

Rebecca, we can't keep doing this.

We need to make contact with you.

We're trying to call you right now,

please turn on your cell phone.

(Tense breaths) My, um...

My, my phone, it's in my bag,

it's... it's on the deck.

Let me go get it for you, okay?

No, no-no-no, where's your phone?

Where's your phone?

It's right here, it's in my pocket.

Okay, turn it on. Turn it on.

It's right here.

(Phone beeps on)

It's on.

Put it on the floor.

Kick it forward.

Kick it over!

Okay.

(Pained grunt)

Drop it,

or I'll break your wrist.

I said... Ugnh!

(Struggling grunts)

(Forceful grunt, hard punch)

Jules, what do ya got?

Jules: Luria sent me Rebecca's chart, but there's nothing there.

No meds, no shrink, no history.

What about her sister?

Jules: Not yet, but Wordy's with her right now.

Sadie, we're preparing a lethal solution for your sister.

If you can think of anything that might help us, anything...

(Shaky whimper)

I told her to leave me alone.

I didn't want her in the middle of this.

(Welling up)

She hates me for not leaving him.

(Sorrowful breaths)

It is not your fault, it's his fault.

Take care of her. It's his fault!

Sadie: Look, just... Just don't hurt her please!

Pete: (Grunt of effort, hard whack)

(Panting from the effort)

Self-defense.

It's a cop's best friend.

Dude, can't swim in your gear.

Sam, I know it's a little unorthodox;

no time for a wet suit. You good to go?

Ready, Freddy.

That side of the boat, hatch-side of the cabin.

This isn't a rookie thing, is it?

No sir.

(Exhales)

So much for patrol night.

(Water laps)

Ed: Swimmer in the water.

In a few minutes we're gonna have ears.

He's not exactly a fish.

(Cell phone buttons beep, breathing heavily)

(Cell phone rings)

Parker: Rebecca?

Pete: (Distressed tone) Please! Please!

Parker: Pete? Pete: Stop, I'm begging you.

Just tell me what I can do?

Hey, it's Greg Parker, I'm glad you...

Rebecca?

Pete?

Pete: (Grunt of effort)

(Hard punch, grunt of effort)

Spike, get me a zodiac.

All right.

Sarge? He's beating Sadie up.

Sister feels responsible; She introduced them.

- You gotta be kidding me. - Do not leave.

Wordsworth: Today, Sadie got defensive, it all went south,

and I guess Rebecca decided enough is enough.

Wordy, you sure?

Wordsworth: Wait till you see her neck.

That's from today's good times, apparently.

What're we hearing?

Nothing yet.

I thought we were getting ears?

Guys, we are running out of light.

(Communication device beeps, water laps calmly)

(Whispers) Mic is in place.

Rebecca: (Stifled choke)

Got it.

Pete: Now this is gonna work out pretty well,

'cause my ass is covered.

I've already told anyone that's listening

that you're a crazy, psycho bitch.

(Hard whack, pained grunt)

Pete: I'm going to kill you right here, right now.

Rebecca: (Stifled chokes)

Guys, it's not her, it's him.

And when you stop breathing...

You're gonna know that it's your fault.

(Light flashes)

Pete, you're a police officer,

you know where this is going.

The phone is ringing, you need to pick it up before it goes to voicemail.

Wordsworth: Guy, I'm comin' to ya.

It's okay, Wordy, we're gettin' her out.

Parker: Rebecca, if you won't talk to us, we're coming in.

(Cell phone ringing)

(Phone beeps on)

Yeah, I got it. I hear you.

Pete, what's going on in there?

It's okay, I got the gun back.

I got her contained.

What do you mean, you've got her contained, Pete?

She's unconscious.

If he's telling the truth and she's out cold, we can't use the gas.

All right, fine..., buy me 90 seconds.

Lewis, Spike, let's go.

Parker: Pete, how's she doing?

You heard her right?

You saw her?

You saw her trying to kill me, right?

Parker: Yeah, that's right, we saw that.

Hey, Pete, how's she doing, is she breathing?

(Grunt of effort) I dunno.

Parker: Well, just turn the boat around and come on back, buddy.

It's all good.

I can't. I can't.

I don't know what happened, I just...

That's okay, buddy.

That's okay. (Zodiac whirs by)

Okay, we're good. Your wife's here,

she's telling us everything that happened.

Pete: Sadie?

Pete: She is? Parker: She's telling us.

She's telling us that Rebecca broke into your house today.

She's confirmed it.

(Motor whirs)

You listen to me, okay?

It's done.

The woman's out of control. We all get that.

Your partner's already said it.

She took your gun, she came after you.

(Rebecca thunks on floor)

Now, you're a good cop.

So let's not let this situation get in the way of that.

Okay, whatever you had to do, you did in self-defense,

I get that.

Please, buddy, let's just...

Let's just stop this from getting out of control.

Come on back.

Okay, we bring her in, we slap a restraining order on her

until she goes to jail, no questions asked.

You hear me? Are you listening?

(Exhales)

Better for you all the way around if she makes it, pal.

(Water laps calmly)

(Exhausted grunt)

(Heavy breaths)

Parker: Pete? Pete, talk to me.

(Cell phone snaps shut)

(Tarp rustles)

Ed: Put the gun down!

Put the gun down! Down!

Interlock your fingers behind your head!

Thank God you guys are here.

Sam: Down on the ground! Down on the ground!

Come on! (Pete grunts)

What the hell are you doing?!

Cuff him!

Pete: She's the one, right?

You saw her, right? (Handcuffs crank)

You got her?

(Grunts as he hauled to his feet)

I mean, we got her, right?

We got her.

We get her good?

Ed: All right, you're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

I'm sorry I have to do this.

All right, you're okay.

You're gonna be all right, Rebecca.

Pete: Okay, okay, the facades over,

you can take these off now.

Sadie: Where is she?! Pete: Sadie?

Keep her away.

Don't worry about this, it's just...

It's a part of the procedure. How's Caitlin?

Where's Caitlin, honey?

Don't.

Go. Go.

Pete: Okay, how far are we taking this?

I mean, come on--

Hey! (Chuckles)

It was good.

Now, how about you take these cuffs off?

Pete.

Pete: How 'bout we take the cuffs off now?

Pete.

What?

Have a listen.

We got her, all right? This is good.

(Recorded playback beeps)

Pete: (Recorded) You know, this is gonna work out pretty well

'cause my ass is covered.

I am going to kill you

right here and right now. (Rebecca hacking)

And when you stop breathing,

you're gonna know that it's your fault.

Matty?

Come on.

Please, Matty.

We clean up after each other, that's what we do.

Guess I didn't really know what I was cleaning up after, did I?

Pete: (Recording) Say it! Say it, bitch.

You lying piece of garbage.

- I want my lawyer. Matt: You're gonna need one.

Rebecca.

(Ambulance dispatch radio chatter)

Rebecca.

I'm so sorry.

Please, please, don't be sorry.

It's me, it's my fault. (Pained grunt)

I think it's broken.

We're going straight to the hospital, right?

She needs a doctor.

I'm sorry, I...

This wasn't what I...

I just wanted him to stop, you know?

I know.

It's okay.

(Ambulance siren wails)

Get him outta here, Wordy.

Come on, let's go.

Watch your head.

Jules: 9:33 p.m., incident contained.

Two arrests.

One heading to hospital.

♪ When I'm awake ♪

♪ And when no one else ♪ ♪ can see... ♪

♪ How I feel ♪

♪ When the night ♪ ♪ comes meddling ♪

♪ I was movin' along... ♪

So, I heard you're a really good swimmer.

- (Sarcastic laugh) Yeah. - No, I did.

Were you on the swim team?

Both: (Laughing)

Yeah, I admit, I'm not the...

I'm not the biggest fan of water.

- No? - No.

(Laughing)

I was raised in the desert.

Hey, buddy. Hey, yeah.

Listen, tell your mom I'm on my way home, okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Wanna play some driveway hoops?

♪ I was movin' along ♪

♪ I was movin' along ♪

♪ You can rely on me ♪

♪ We were only... ♪

Hey, Shelley.

♪ Loving you alone ♪