All language subtitles for Rookie.Blue.2010.S02E07.1080p.DSNP.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-Vialle_Subtítulos01.ENG

What, you want to talk
to the fence?

Listen, people are starting
to talk,

so I just want to get
our story straight,

all right? Be clear about
what we're saying.

I haven't said anything.
I don't know what we're doing.

- I'm not entirely sure
what happened.
- Sorry?

You're not sure what happened?
Well, can tell you that.

We were engaged, and then you
slept with another woman.

You lied about it.
You tried to hide it from me,

- And then I found out.
- It's not that simple, Andy.

It is simple.

The problem with the story
is that I don't like it.

You made me look like
such an idiot.

I work with you.

I mean, I work with her.

I'm not willing to be that girl,

so... here's what I propose.

Things were moving
a little too fast.

We're taking some space.

Eventually everything's
gonna fade away.

No one's gonna care anyway.

That is what I want.

That is the least
you can do for me.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

- See you later.
- See ya.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, I couldn't get ahold
of you all weekend.
What the hell is going on?

Yeah, I was staying at my dad's.

- Did your dad fall off
the wagon?
- No, no.

He's on a sobriety cruise.
12 steps and a shuffleboard.
He's fine.

So then why are you
staying there?

Luke and I are taking a break.

What?

No, it's... fine.
It's fine. It's just...

We're taking some space.
We were moving
too fast or...

- Don't believe in space.
It doesn't work.
-Perfect.

No. Every couple gets
one breakup. That's it. One.

More than that, I'm sorry,
you're over. You're done.

So don't waste it.
Space is for losers.

Yeah, maybe so.
Now get out of mine.

Ooh.

Okay, Linda's collecting
perishables and canned goods

at the front desk.
It's getting cold out there,

and we have at least
5,000 homeless in our city,

so it's the least we can do.
In other news,

Sam's old buddy George Goodman
has just been released

from the mental health
facility downtown.

So, uh, let's keep an eye
out for him.

And apparently it's day three
without caffeine

for officers Shaw and Swarek.

Whoever caffeinates first pays
the tab at the Penny tonight.

- Your stupid idea.
- You know what? It was
my wife's stupid idea, dude,

and you didn't have
to agree with it.

All right, people.
It's Friday night.

Drunks, drunks,
and maybe some drunk people.

- All right. Let's hit it.
-All right.
Let's start local.

We can get some
of these happy hour soakers

off the street, right?
Get close. Smell their breath.

Pay attention to details...
stammering, lying,

bottle of vodka kicking
around in the backseat.

Epstein, you've been drunk,
huh? Picture yourself.

All yours, if you want it.

- Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.
- Hmm? Oliver gave it to me.

Bastard's trying to get me
to break. Hmm?

No. No. Thank you.

You wanna drive,
just let me know.
We can switch.

- Why are you being so nice
to me right now?
- I'm a nice guy.

No, you are not.

What did you hear?

If you don't wanna drive,
just say so.

Well, the weather has, uh,
definitely turned.

I've always loved the autumn.

Oh, my God! Okay. We are
taking a break, all right?

Things were moving too fast.
We're slowing it right down.

It's really not the end
of the world!

- Okay, any more questions?
- I didn't ask any questions.

1519, we've got a possible B&E

- at 11 Hingston Ave.
- Are you 10-8?

1519. We're on our way.

Well, are we going or what?

- We're going. We're going.
- Look at me go.

Well, the lock is broken,
unless it was
like this before.

No, I know I locked it
when I left.

I know,
'cause I always do this thing
to make me remember.

Jazz hands. Lock the door.
Yay, jazz hands!

- It's ridiculous,
but it's how I remember.
- That's okay.

My sister gets me all worked up.

She hates that
I live downtown.
She's paranoid.

House is all clear.
You can go in.

I'm gonna check
around the side
and check the alley.

We got
an EDP wielding a chain saw

at River and Cornwall.
Said we're on our way.

Okay. All right. You can go
back inside. It's okay.

So you're sure
nothing's missing, huh?

I mean...

Nothing important.

My underwear...

Maybe.

A couple of bras.
A couple of bottoms.

It's expensive,
so I hand-wash it.

- You sure it was there?
- II check in my room,
but this is so weird.

You need to call
a locksmith now, okay?

Don't wait until tomorrow.
This is really important.

This guy is very good.

I'm gonna put
the occurrence number
on here for you as well.

- Uh, do you have somebody
who can stay with you tonight?
- I can call my sister,

settle in for a long night
of "I told you so."

Yeah, well, I think
she'll be happy to be here.

Seriously, I'm gonna check up
on you tomorrow, okay?

Uh, actually, you know what?

I'm not leaving
until you call her.

There you go.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Think you're pretty funny,
don't you?

- What? I'm just meeting you
for a drink, honey.
- Yeah.

- You called me.
- We need to get our story
straight.

Well, can I get a drink first?

Uh, vodka martini,
straight up, olives.

Andy and I...
are taking a little space.

Things were moving too fast.
We're slowing it down.
That's the story.

Okay. What about us?

I don't know.

You know, 'cause there was
another side to that story...

...that kinda involves me,

so I guess I'm a little
curious as to how
that story ends.

I don't know.

Really?

It's gonna have to do.

You set everything on fire,
everything in your life,
for me.

She left, and you still need
a little more time?

Luke, I'm the one that got away.

If you want me to stay
in the story,

you might want
to figure this out.

I'm gonna let you get that.

Is this our EDP?

Guess who.

Hey, George. How ya doin'?

Are you ready to come down, huh?

It's not
George. It's King George.

All right, you know that.
We've discussed this.

Yes, my mistake.

King George, are you ready
to come down?

Come on, My Lord.

I just... I just need
to remove some of this,

so that I can see.

Okay. Do me a favor.

Shut that thing off. Come down
here and meet my partner.

You'll like her.
She's a thinker.

Hey, that's a wonderful offer,
and you know what? I'm just...

wonderful. But I can't
climb back down
without dropping this.

You know,
you break it, you buy it.

1519, we've got
another call to 11 Hingston.

Possible domestic.
Neighbor says
she heard a woman screaming.

-Okay. Fine. I'll buy it.
You know what? She'll buy it.

Copy that. Copy that.
11 Hingston.

You guys were just there.
You have a possible domestic.

- Uh, you guys got this?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Sophie, it's the police!
Open up!

Come on.
Let's go to the back.

Police! Sophie, you in there?

Sophie!

It's Officer McNally!

Sam! Sam!

Come here. She's here.

Make sure she's breathing.
I'll clear the second floor.

1519. We need an ambulance
to 11 Hingston.

Copy, 1519.

Top floor's clear!

EMS Is en route.

- How's she doing?
- She's alive.

It's taking 'em long enough.

Here. Watch that.
Let me see. Okay.

Keep her air... This...
elevated. She might
have a busted windpipe.

- Ohh.
- Careful, careful. Easy.

It's okay. We got her.
Thanks.

Is she okay?

She's alive.

Great work. All right.
Lock down the street
and the alleys.

Yes, sir.

- 11 Hingston.
- We need all available units.

- Copy that.
-Okay.
Let's move. Let's move.

I asked her if anything
was missing. She said nothing

except her underwear,
and even then...

Underwear? You didn't
tell me about that.

Well, I was going to.
It was in my notes.

Okay. No, it... it's okay.
The underwear is a hold-back.

- What are you talking about?
- A detail from a similar crime
we kept out of the press.

Uh, you called Callaghan yet?

- Yeah, he's here now.
- Why is Luke here?

Okay. Stay put.

Zoe Martinelli...
rookie from 15,
got killed three years ago.

Yeah, I know.
Luke's big case.
Strangled off-duty.

Friday night,
ground-floor apartment,
six blocks from here,

- Hands and mouth taped
with silver duct tape.
- Mm-hmm.

- Only thing stolen was
a pair of underwear.
- Okay.

Guys, I need you to run it
through from the beginning...

calm, cool, slow.

Just talk it through,
all right?
Walk me through it.

Okay, first priority,
containing the scene,
keeping it clean.

Nash, nobody gets in,
nobody gets out.
It's on you, right?

Okay, the rest of you,
I want you to fan out
in teams.

Neighbors, witnesses.
You know the drill.

Be specific. Details,
inconsistencies, huh?

-Pay attention.
Write it all down. All of it.
-If Callaghan's right,

we're gonna be looking
at Ray Nixon again.

Killed a rookie
from 15 Division
three years ago

and got away with it.

Okay, let's go get him.

I mean, he must've known her,
right? Zoe Martinelli?

-She was a rookie.
She worked with him.
-Yeah, but this girl tonight,

I mean, she wasn't a cop.
She was just, uh, a girl.

Swarek and Andy
just met with her.
I mean, Andy talked to her.

Yeah, well, Andy's been
pretty distracted lately,

so maybe she missed something.

Like what? I mean,
what could she have missed?

I mean, it sounded like
she did everything right.

If everything had gone right,
do you think we'd be here
right now?

- Gail, that's not fair.
- What's not fair?

All right, let's start
with the neighbor,

see if he heard anything,
go from there.

I was working in the basement,
wearing headphones.

-I didn't hear a thing.
Wait, hang on. Is she okay?
-Who?

Sophie, the girl next door.
I figured it was
just a break-in.

- Happens all the time
around here.
- You know her?

Uh, not... not really.
I mean, she seems nice, but...

You didn't see her tonight?
No? There's nothing different,

nothing... strange?

No. I mean... I don't know...
I saw a guy in the alley.

I was up here getting a beer,
but I'm not even sure what...

- Wait, seriously,
is she okay?
- What'd he look like?

He was a big guy.
Uh, fit. 45, maybe.
Hair, you know...

Uh, he was wearing gloves.

But I, well, I just figured he
was picking through recycling.

I mean, those guys
always wear gloves, right?

Okay. Thank you for
your time, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, no problem.

The perimeter's important.
That's why I put you there.

It's where the answers are.

Really? Because
I just talked to a big man
with a little dog,

who saw nothing.

Well, slow and steady
wins the race.

It worked for me with you, no?

Hey. Looks like
we got a witness.

Such a kid.

Maybe he was waiting
for us to leave.

- Maybe he was still
in the apartment.
- Mm.

He was not in that apartment.
I cleared that apartment.

Just don't really know
what else I could have done.

I mean, I told her
to change the locks.
I even waited for her

to make the call.
I told her I was gonna
come back tomorrow.

It is tomorrow,
and you did come back.

Wait a second.

What? You want me to do
an interview?

Yeah, sure, okay.

ETA's two minutes.
Well, cheer up, McNally.

Callaghan's got
an eyeball witness.

And he called you?

You can't be in there.
It'll look biased,
and we need this one to stick.

That's why I handed it off.

Hey, Brendon. How we doing?
I'm officer Swarek. Um...

- do you want a water?
- No, thanks.

Yeah? All right. Uh...
All right, so...

Maybe you saw someone,
maybe you didn't.

Any of these guys
ring a bell for you?

I was in my kitchen,
and he was in the alley.
It was pretty dark.

Okay, well, just...
Just take your time.

Case like this,
everything's useful...

Descriptions,
fibers, footprints...

Anything.

Maybe this guy?
Look, it's hard to say.

The guy I saw wasn't in uniform.

Yeah.

- I need a warrant.
- It's 3:00 in the morning,

and, Luke,
we've been here before.

Yeah. We've been here before
with the same guy.

Ray Nixon, the guy
wanted all along for this.

And it bit you in the ass
the last time.

Yeah, it bit me in the ass.
Doesn't mean he didn't do it.

Okay? It just means
we couldn't prove it.
I couldn't prove it.

A cop gets killed,
and I can't close this case?

I've been wearing that
for three years, Frank.
Get me a warrant.

I'll see what I can do.

So I guess this mean
Andy and Luke
aren't getting married.

Not this week. This week,
they're taking a little space.

-Eh, one big break-up...
every couple gets one.
-Hey. That's my line.

You can't steal my theory
when I'm sitting right here.

Wait, so are you saying
that's why she was distracted

when she went
to that woman's house?

She cleared the house.
She called the sister.

What else was she
supposed to do?

Well, now we know.
When someone's underwear
gets stolen,

you don't leave them alone.
Rookie lesson, live and learn.

Andy.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Hungry?

Yeah, thanks.

- What? Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Luke, it's Saturday.
It's still early.

Yeah, we need to
get in there before
Nixon knows we're coming.

- Good.
So let's get ready.
-Please.

Okay.

Okay. We're waiting
on a search warrant

for one Sergeant Ray Nixon,
43, unmarried.

Decorated veteran,
no criminal record.

Narcissist, control freak,
trophy collector.

Primary suspect
in the Martinelli murder,

lived a block away from her
at the time.

Eyewitnesses put him near
the scene, but nothing stuck.

The warrant is for
apartment, car, what else?

Office. It's all on the base.

We're looking for
weapons, duct tape,

underwear, gloves, journal,
camera, pictures, anything.

We're going in with a couple
of MPS, military police,

so... Quiet, calm,
professional, in and out,
no attitude.

I want in on this.
Bastard's not getting away
with it this time.

Where we at?

As I said, quiet, calm,
no attitude.

Warrant's in. Let's move.

Police. Open up.

Give me a second.

- Can I help you?
- Morning, Ray.

Yeah, this won't take long, sir.

Come on in..

Spread out, two to a room.

- You know what
we're looking for.
- Morning.

All right, McNally and Diaz,

you're gonna take
the office, all right?

Wow, this guy never gives up.
It was three years ago,

there was no evidence,
and, oh, yeah, I didn't do it.

Check the warrant.

Check up top, too.

Who... who's Sophie Lewis?

Oh, that's the woman
you almost killed last night.

Only, you didn't quite
finish the job. It's kind of

unlike you, Ray. You must be
getting rusty in your old age.

What are you talking about?

"2300 hours."
2300 hours, I was here.

- I was having a beer
with a soldier from my unit.
- Yeah? Really?

-Yeah. Really.
-Give me a name.
We'll check it out.

Private Jane Eddie.

She stopped by for a beer.

She... she wanted
to talk about her de...
her deployment.

Yeah?

She's in barracks.
I'll have her paged.

No, no, no.
We can handle it. Diaz.

Look, if you don't mind,
gonna go put some clothes on.

Actually, I do mind.

You're gonna
stand right there,
and we're gonna keep

searching in here, then we're
gonna go to your office,

then we're gonna
go to your car.
So stay put.

We had a beer...

Talked about
his tours in Bosnia...

Told me what to expect
when we got to Panjwaii.

What time did you leave?

Around... midnight.

We're shipping out soon.
My first tour, Afghanistan.

Sarge knows
I'm a little nervous.

We had a beer, all right?

That's it. That's all.

...In five minutes.
Is that understood?

Sir, yes, sir!

All right.

So, uh, 2130 to midnight,
girl swears
they were together.

We know that Sophie
was attacked at 2315,

give or take five minutes, so...

Hey, Ray.
What'd you promise her?

Excuse me?

The girl. Your private.
She's lying for you.

So what'd you give her, huh?
Time off? Promotion?

Some underwear?

Detective, it's not my fault
you can't make your case.

Three years of trying,
I feel sorry for you.
I really do.

Easy there, pal.

I'm fine. Relax.

That's a hell of a view.

I could stay here all day.

Detective, stop! Detective!

Keep your comments
to yourself, huh?
You know what? Better yet...

keep talking,
you arrogant son of a bitch.

You'll probably give me
something that I could use.

Guys, let's go!

What happened?

Turning in my files
and going home.

Why?

I'm sorry it went this way.

No, you're not.

I'm off the case.
It's all yours, Detective.

McNally, grab the others
for me. Parade room,
two minutes.

Gail, go get the others.

Detective Rosati
would like to share something
with the class.

Nash, I want all this stuff
off the board.

I want to start clean.

Look, I really
want to look
at this whole thing fresh.

Okay? No baggage.
You know too much
about a case,

it can screw you up.
You get tunnel vision.

So Ray Nixon...
Maybe... maybe not.

Uh, what happened to Callaghan?

He made a move
before he was sure.
Now he's taking a little time.

That's the story,
so let's just move on.

What do we have
from last night?
What do we actually know?

We have a neighbor
who identified Ray Nixon

in a random stack
of photographs.

"Random." That picture
of Nixon was in the paper
for weeks after

the last time he was arrested.
It's the same neighborhood.

Of course that's
who the kid picked. Next.

Sorry, Detective,
but there's a pattern here.

B&E, panty raid,
silver duct tape
on the hands and mouth,

attempted strangulation,
six blocks away from
Zoe Martinelli's apartment...

38% of sex offenders
steal underwear as a precursor

to a bigger crime, and we're
talking about Sophie Lewis.

You can't get Zoe Martinelli
off your brain?

Maybe you need a little break.

Here. Go get us some pizza.
It's gonna be a long day.

Anything I can do to help.

All right, moving on.
Nash, you spoke to someone?

Uh... Yeah, I, um...

I talked to a guy
who was walking his dog,
2315 to 2330.

And?

Nothing. He saw nothing.

That's good. I like nothing.
Let's start from nothing.

♪ Going out on you ♪

Hey, Liam, pizzas ready yet?

Hey. Almost out of the oven.
Five more minutes.

- Okay.
- There you go, pal.

Luke's right over there.

How long's he been here?

Don't worry. I'm looking
after him. It's half ice.

Thanks.

Wow.

Really original.

Never claimed to be original.

You know, another life,
could have had
a nice desk job,

house in the suburbs,

reading about dead people
in the newspaper,

vaguely worrying
about the crime rate.

How's your day, honey?

Oh, my day's been great,
really great.

Yeah, I've been lying
to all my friends
this morning,

and now picking up lunch
for the woman that
you left me for.

- I didn't leave you.
- Yeah, whatever.

Andy. Pizza's ready.

Poor you.

Seriously, drinking at noon?
Feeling sorry for yourself

while everybody is
busting their ass
working on your case?

God, you must be having
a really hard day.

Get a grip.

-So what's the plan, then?
-I don't know.
My pizza's ready.

Come on, Andy.
What's the plan?
Come on. Please.

Okay. You know what?
Nixon's alibi checked out.

Jo's moving on.
She doesn't even think
the two cases are connected.

She's wrong.

Well, listen, I'm just
telling you what I know.

Andy, she's wrong.
She's wrong.
The guy is guilty. Okay?

His alibi is bogus.
He's precise, he's calculated,

and he's a collector.
Everything he's ever done,

anything he's ever taken,
is neatly cataloged
away somewhere.

I'd bet my career on that.

You already have.

Eat something.

So? Sophie Lewis.

Sister says she's single,
not into drugs or alcohol,

and, uh, according
to Andy's notes,

she had some
lingerie stolen, maybe.

"Bra, panties,
thinks she wished them."

She what? "Wished them"?

Sorry, "washed them."

Okay. Ugh.
I hate the word "panties."

So, uh, the sister's here now?

Yeah, Holly Lewis. She's, uh,
she's in there with Jerry.

Okay. I'm gonna
check in with her now.

When McNally gets back
with the food,

I want everyone to take five,

grab a slice, then we're back
out on the street canvassing.

And, uh, they can coordinate
through you. Keep me posted.

Okay.

I can't believe
she made you do this.

Yeah, well,
that scrawny little bitch
is out of her mind

If she doesn't think
those two cases are connected.

Detective Rosati
put you on pizza duty.

You need to
drop the whole Zoe Martinelli,
Ray Nixon thing.

- Luke said Ray Nixon attacked
Sophie Lewis. I believe him.
- "Luke said"? Bad approach.

Almost as bad as the word
"panties." Jo's on a tear.

What's wrong with
the word "panties"?

Panty train's left
the station, all right?
We're starting fresh.

What's going on with the victim?

Well, she's still
in critical condition.

It's gonna be
a couple days before
we can actually talk to her.

- What's that?
- Early forensics report.

There was green fiber found
on the duct tape
on her wrists.

"Consistent with that
of a rug or a carpet,

approximately
half an inch long." Gail?

- Shag?
- Yes.

- Green shag?
- Yes.

- Next-door neighbor.
- Yes.

I always like a neighbor
for this kind of thing,

but guy's got no priors,
so, you know,
I want to start small, quiet.

- We bring in
this Brendon, uh...
- Pretak.

Brendon Pretak
for official questioning,

- we lose
the element of surprise.
- Yeah, but we can go back there

and say we need
to do a follow-up.

Yeah, I could say
I lost my notes,
rookie mistake,

you know, forgot to write
something down,
missed a detail.

Okay. Uh, yeah.
Epstein, you're the dumb-ass,
and, Peck...

Blonde, pretty,
lots of makeup,
total nerd bait.

So that'll help,

but, uh, go easy, and take
Shaw and Diaz with you.

Look, sorry to bother you again.

You are a witness now,
and, uh, Epstein here...

Rookie lost this notes.

Boss finds out,
he's behind the desk for
the rest of his natural life.

Sorry, man. I just need you to
walk me through your night

one more time, so I can make
sure I got the whole story,

-written down this time.
-Okay. I was just...
I was in the kitchen,

- I was just getting a beer...
- Oh, my God. I love that desk.

I have been looking
for one of these.

Oh, uh, Sally Ann,
20... 20 bucks.

Isn't it awesome, Dov?

So...

Friday night.

Let's go.

You know, I just want to see
if we missed anything.

Maybe Brendon did it,
maybe he's a copycat,

but either way, I want to talk
to Nixon's witness again.

You're still assuming
the two cases are connected.

- Yes, I am.
- Why?

Because.

Because Luke says so?

I already gave my statement.

I know. We just want to
go over it one more time.

Please. I'm leaving
in two days. I have to
say my good-byes.

I have to pack my entire life
into a 9x9 storage locker.

When is this gonna be over?

Okay, you know what?
He's my superior.

I would trust him
with my life.
Hell, I probably

even lie for him,
which is kind of saying a lot,

considering I'm probably
one of the worst liars
in the world.

Look, if Sergeant Nixon
asked you to lie for him

on Friday night, I just ask
that you would think about

what you could be covering up.
A woman was nearly killed.

Do you want to know
what I lied about?

I was in bed with him.

All night.
Left at 3:00 in the morning.

That's what I lied about.

We'd be dishonorably discharged,

two careers ruined.

I guess that's up to you now.

Hey. Does every, uh, soldier
have a storage locker?

I mean, they go on tour
for, like, a year, two years.

What do they do
with all their stuff?

Okay. Let it go.

Nixon's alibi is even tighter
than it was before. Okay?

Just saying,
we never checked out
his storage locker.

Because he doesn't have one.

There can't be
that many storage units
around here,

so why don't we do
some door-knocking?
You know? No harm, no foul.

Luke says he's definitely
hiding trophies.

We just need to find out where.

Come on. It'll be fun.

Okay. We're doing this,
you're not driving. Okay?

Why? You were gonna
let me drive last night.

Why are you doing this?
We're wasting our time

trying to pin this on someone
who didn't do it, for what?

A guy who put a ring
on your finger,
and then cheated on you?

What? How do you...
How do you know that?

You can spin the story
any way you want.

Anybody who cares about you
is gonna figure it out
pretty fast.

Yeah, but that doesn't
change what he knows.

I believe him.

All right, well...
Believe whatever you want.

I'm gonna walk back
to the station.

You want to drive, drive.
I could use a little space.

Sam, I...

Hi.
Yeah, this is officer McNally
from the 15 Division.

Um, trying to locate
a Sergeant Ray Nixon.

Was wondering
if you had any storage lockers
registered under that name.

Are you sure?

Yeah, Nixon, N-I-X...

Hello?

Hi. Yes.
This is Officer McNally.

You just hung up on me.
I know... Fine...

Okay, there's no Ray Nixon.
What about a Sophie Lewis?

Okay. Uh, Zoe Martinelli?

Yeah, M-A-R-T... Martinelli.

Yes, okay, great.
I'll be over there
in just a second. Thanks, bye.

Carpet's gone.
Neighbor ripped it out.

No more green fibers.

Looks like he brought
industrial cleaners,

'cause the place was spotless.

Yeah. Diaz is sitting
on the neighbor's house.

If Pretak moves,
we're gonna know it.

Okay, well,
guy could be renovating,

rethinking his aesthetic.
It's all circumstantial.

Or he could be
tying up a noose,
loading a handgun.

I prefer getting him alive,
but hey, that's just me.

Okay. Yeah.
You're absolutely right.
Let's do it.

Where's McNally?

She's out getting me
a decent coffee.
Why? You want one?

Yes. I knew that you would
break, brother. I knew it!

Detective Rosati.
I need to talk to Duke.

Bill gets paid,
every month, in cash.

That's pretty damn miraculous,
considering Zoe Martinelli

was murdered three years ago.
Guess you don't
read the papers.

Look, I don't know
what you've got in there,

but if you guys are withholding

DNA evidence, drugs, weapons...

Well, how were we
supposed to know?

All right. You know what?
It's not even your fault.

If I come up with anything...

I'll come find you.

Thank you.

All right. So the guy keeps
coming out with garbage bags,

and he's putting them
in other people's bins.

Where is he now?

Uh, haven't seen him.
He hasn't come out
in about 20 minutes.

Last I saw him,
he was in the back room.

Okay. Here we go.

Oh, crap.

- Hello?
- Luke.

Andy, I need to see you.

No, you need to get
a warrant right now.

I'm at, uh, Vessel Storage,
um, Parliament and Richmond.

The locker number is C1084.
Name's under Zoe Martinelli.

- What are you talking about?
- It's Nixon.

He's keeping
everything here...
everything you said.

Just hurry up
and get the warrant, okay?

I do not want to screw this up.

Okay, okay, I'm calling it in.
You just stay put, all right?
I'm on my way.

I need Frank.

Police!
We have a warrant!

Brendon Pretak,
you're under arrest

for the attempted murder
of Sophie Lewis.

I run the interview.

Hey. You've reached
Andy. Leave a message.

Andy, we're just waiting
on the warrant, all right?

Call me back.

I'm working on it, all right?

Just... just give me
a second here. Shh!

Mm.

Okay...

Get her out of here...
Come back, clean up...

Clear everything out.

It's not perfect.

All right, Sergeant.

Two days.

Two days
and I'm gone. Let's...

Let's just see what happens.

Okay, Sergeant.

Let's do this thing.

You know... You know...
It's funny.

You're a soldier,
but it's always different
up close, huh?

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes!

That's an order!

Don't move! Don't move,
you son of a bitch!

Don't move!

Stand up... slowly...
Slowly.

Hands behind your head.

Do it.
Hands behind your head.

Step forward.

One step. Slowly!

One more step. Slow!

Slow! Stop!

Take one step back, slowly.

Slow.

Stop.

Put your left hand down.

Left hand down slowly
behind your back. Slowly!

Stay down!

Stay down!

Stay there.

It's me. It's me.
I'm gonna take it off, okay?

It's me, it's me. Look at me.
Look at me. Okay? Okay.

Look at me.

Look at me.
You're okay. You're okay.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Alicia Makin.

Yes.

Private Sabrina Bryant.

Yes.

Officer Zoe Martinelli.

Yes.

Sophie Lewis.

- No.
- Ray...

No. That was amateur.
He didn't even finish.

He was trying to be me.
He probably read about me
in the papers.

Good for him,
but he didn't finish his job.

He left evidence at the scene.
He left traces.

- Pathetic...
- Okay.

Okay.

Long as we're clear.

Yeah. Yeah, we're clear.

Good. Let's move on.

I'm sorry I left you.

It's okay.

Someone, uh, taking you home?

Yeah, I'm gonna get
a ride with Traci.

Andy... You can't stay
at your dad's.
I've been to your dad's.

Fine, then I...

I'll stay at Traci's.

His lawyer's gonna
be here soon. We should
get back in there.

Can you believe this guy?
I've never met anybody
more arrogant.

I mean, he had a locker under
Zoe's name. Who does that?

What's going on
with the neighbor?

Oh, Jerry's got him.
Kid's crying like a baby.

Copycat, pervert, easiest...
easiest interrogation ever.

You and I will be done
before the sun comes up.

So?

So I'm just saying...

She believed me.

- Who?
- Andy.

After everything, us, she
believed me, in what I knew.

Luke, I was doing my job.

You just couldn't wait,
could you?

Same as it ever was.

I've made a lot of mistakes,
but this is by far the worst.

I want her back,
and I want you gone.

Okay. Then I'm gone.

We'll put you on the couch.

It, uh, pulls out,
but it's comfortable.

And the sheets are clean,
but that's not me.

That's my mom.
She always makes sure
the sheets are clean.

Luke slept with Jo.

I know.

♪ In the black, I feel you ♪

I'm really tired.

I know.

♪ In the black, I sense ♪

♪ Somewhere in the red ♪

♪ The colors end ♪