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(Cassie Sutton) � Previously on Lincoln Heights.

Eddie Sutton!

As I live � and breathe.

Praise God.

My son is back.

(Eddie) � When my mom died,

the Taylors were � like my second family.

Hey, Tay.

You down with Bruce Lee?

Man, I could show you � how to use 'em

if you want me to.

It was great seeing � the Taylors today.

Except for Dana. � She's changed a lot.

(Jenn) � She was your � first love, right?

Hey, that's mine.

I found this � on the playground.

My mom labels everything.

All this time I thought � you were the man.

You're just a liar.

We have a policy against � violent games in our house,

so I thought I'd return these � to you personally.

I can't believe � Eddie married you.

Dana.

I'm Jennifer Sutton, � Eddie's wife.

Eddie's bitch of a wife.

What did you say?

We love Eddie so much,

and Tay is a joy.

It was nice meeting you,

but I don't think � that my son and I

will be coming back � anytime soon.

[pop music]

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Well, what are � you looking for?

Cake mix.

My one-month anniversary � with Charles is next week.

Oh, one whole month.

That's big, Cassie.

It is big, Mom.

And you said the way � to a man's heart

is through his stomach.

I said that?

Well, somebody did.

Okay, well, why don't you go � look for cake mix

and pick up a box � of cereal, okay?

Can't decide?

There's chocolate,

double chocolate,

chocolate chip.

I just want to make a cake � for my boyfriend.

Why don't you make it � from scratch?

That's what I thought � I was doing.

Oh, no baby.

When you make a cake � from scratch,

you add eggs, � butter, milk.

Oh, well, we've only been � together for a month.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

Let Miss Dana � hook you up

with an easy recipe � for chocolate cake, okay?

It doesn't get any easier � than cake mix from a box.

Sorry, Mom.

This is--

Dana, yeah. � We've met.

Jennifer Sutton.

It's funny running � into you here.

Isn't there a market � closer to you?

No, but since you come here, � I'll find one.

Mom. � You do that.

It's good seeing � you too, Dana.

That's the Dana � that Dad grew up with?

She's like family.

Hardly.

That woman said � she didn't understand

why your dad � married me. � Really?

Well, it was cool of her � to offer me

her recipe � for chocolate cake. � Hmm.

I see it doesn't take � much to impress you.

[hip-hop music playing]

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(Foster) � You all right, baby doll?

You look a little flushed.

I ran into somebody I know.

Nobody important.

That'll make you feel better.

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Ooh, it is � cold as hell out there.

I can't get used to this � Southern California weather.

It's like hot during the day,

and the temperature drops

20 degrees at night.

Yeah, well, � this ain't Texas, honey.

Maybe I need to take � my ass back to Texas.

You mind if I work inside � with you, tonight?

Yeah, I don't mind.

I mean there's plenty � to go around.

Well, I guess I better � get to work.

Ooh.

Let me go get � my day started.

Make that money, momma.

Hey, Dana. � Hey, sexy.

So, um, you want a date? � Mm-hmm.

Really?

Thanks, homie.

[hip-hop music]

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[woman crying]

[woman screaming]

[punching]

What the hell are you doing?

Mercedes!

[screams]

[kicking]

[slamming]

[screaming]

[screams]

Aah!

You'll be sorry � you did that, bitch!

You think you have � time to drop my watch

off at the shop?

The battery's dead.

Isn't this � the watch you got

for the anniversary � of your division?

It hasn't been � six months, yet.

What can I say? � It's cheap.

What? � Something's wrong. � It's quiet.

Spring Break.

The kids � are still asleep.

Can every week � be Spring Break?

Hmm.

(Cassie) � Ahem!

Children are approaching.

Parents should stop all PDA.

It can't be public display

of affection in my own house.

I don't think cake is enough

of a anniversary gift.

Maybe I should get him something

else to go with it.

Maybe you should paint a picture

of the two of you.

What anniversary?

That's a brilliant idea.

Tay, come down before � all the breakfast is gone.

Not really, considering the fact � that you're an artist.

It's the one month anniversary

of Cassie and Charles � being official.

Official what?

Dad, they're boyfriend � and girlfriend.

What's the point of Spring Break � if you can't sleep in?

You know, Cassie's making � a chocolate cake

'cause chocolate � is Charles's favorite.

You know, I don't like � the sound of that.

I thought � you liked Charles. � I do.

Then why � are you cooking?

That's a surefire way � to drive him away.

Cracks like that � are a surefire way

to get a beat-down.

Is there any particular � reason why chocolate

is Charles's favorite � kind of cake?

First it's chocolate cake,

then what's next, � chocolate kisses?

[Lizzie making � kissing sounds]

Mom, Dad, I told you � not to adopt them.

We should've just left them � at the orphanage.

[silently]

(Jenn) � Bye, guys.

All right, you guys,

see you later.

Take care, guys.

We weren't adopted.

Were we?

[funk music]

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Hey Lizzie, hey Tay.

Hey. � Hi.

Lizzie, I heard � about your kidnapping.

You beat up the guys � and made this

amazing escape. � It was really nothing.

(Tay) � Nothing?

Man, she hit this dude � over the head with

a toilet bowl tank cover.

She was great.

Wow, that's gangster.

Oh, come on.

She's from the 'burbs.

She probably � made it all up.

No, I didn't.

You expect us to believe

you fought off � two thug dudes?

It does sound kind � of unbelievable.

In fact, I bet she � probably got her butt kicked.

Royally.

Let's go.

[ominous music]

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Where's Lund?

He's doing some follow-up � testing at the hospital

this week.

Sandoval, I think today's � your lucky day.

This is Anthony Moon.

He's an expert � the department brought in.

We worked together

two years ago, similar case, � West side division.

(Eddie) � She can't be � much older than Cassie.

(Anthony Moon) � This makes three prostitutes

killed in Lincoln Heights

in the last few weeks.

(Eddie) � Think there's a pattern?

Well...

(Anthony Moon) � Both of the previous victims

were African-American,

strangled, bound with rope

and gagged � with duct tape.

And he cuts their hair.

They all kind of look alike.

There's evidence � of sexual assault.

Sick bastard.

(Briggs) � Just like the West side.

Several black women killed,

but, uh, not enough heat � to solve it.

We got an undercover � sting set up.

We'll nail 'em.

We think he picks 'em up � in a van.

Probably works alone.

What would make somebody � do something like this?

Bad childhood, genetics, � who knows?

Let's just get this psycho.

In a hurry.

(Dr. Cole) � Patient is a 24 year-old � African-American woman

complaining of pain � in her joints, chronic fatigue,

and a rash across her cheeks.

All the classic � signs of lupus.

Black women are three � times more likely

to acquire that.

I know the statistics, � McGhee, I've been

doing this � for a long time.

Sutton, two nurses � called in sick.

I'm going � need you tonight.

Oh, I'm off � at 6:00, Dr. Cole.

We all put in long hours � around here, Sutton.

That's why I'm in the float � pool, so I don't have to.

It's Spring Break, my kids � have been home alone all day.

Floaters work overtime, � like everybody else.

I'll see you at 7:00.

Do an ANA test � to check for lupus.

I'm jealous.

I thought Cole and I had � an exclusive thing going on.

No, he likes spreading � his love around.

(McAllister) � Officer Sutton.

There's a woman � that's been here

crying, for hours.

She won't talk � to anyone but you.

[sobbing loudly]

You ready to tell me � what's going on?

You know I work as � a waitress at Big Daddy's.

When I was leaving, � last night,

I saw my girl Mercedes.

She's being attacked � by this guy.

He pulled her in his van.

What kind of van?

It was black or dark brown.

He, um, he came after me, � but I managed to get away.

But he drove off � with Mercedes.

The news said that a girl � was killed last night.

What does your friend � look like?

She was pretty,

black, she had � long hair.

She had a red dress � on last night.

Oh, God.

Dana, how do you � know Mercedes?

We were friends.

She used to come � to Big Daddy's a lot.

(Eddie) � Okay, well.

We should check out � Big Daddy's.

No, I was alone, � and nobody saw me.

What did this guy � look like?

I know he was white,

but he had a hood on.

And it was really dark,

so I couldn't really see.

I know if he had got me � in that van last night,

I would've been dead too.

Why don't you come � over here for a second.

I want you to take a look � at these mug shots

and just tell me � if anybody looks familiar. � Okay.

How well do you � know this woman?

We grew up together.

Her family lived � across the street.

She was my first � girlfriend.

Did you know that she � was a prostitute?

She's been arrested � for solicitation.

Mercedes was a hooker,

and hookers are friends � with hookers.

Exactly.

Dana...

how long you been � turning tricks?

[sighs]

Not long.

And I'm not on the street.

I give Foster some cash

so I don't have to be � on the corner.

Eddie, don't look � at me like that.

You don't know � how hard it's been.

I lost three jobs � in the last year,

and I got a son-- � That's an excuse.

You could be � flipping burgers.

For $5 an hour?

I've got doctors' bills,

I got clothes,

and Jarone eat like � food is goin' out of style.

Every time I get ahead � something always happens.

But prostitution?

Dana, you're such � a beautiful person.

How could you � sell your body?

I'm so tired � of people telling me

how beautiful I am.

I've heard that � my entire life.

While everyone was going � to college and getting skills,

I was busy being beautiful.

Well, I'm not so beautiful � anymore, Eddie,

and I don't � have any skills.

But I got a son to feed.

So, I gotta do � what I gotta do.

Um.

This guy's gonna � come looking for you.

Well, what am I � gonna do?

No, no.

Just hear me out.

Momma Taylor's � out of town.

She's taking care of her sick � father, who's in Memphis.

Ricky's in jail � because I put him there.

Ricky put himself in jail, � Eddie.

Dana has no one else.

I owe them.

The Taylors helped me � through some tough times.

You said yourself � she's not the same person.

She's a hooker, Eddie.

She's a street walker.

Let the Department � take care of it.

She's desperate.

She wants to stop.

Eddie, how can I open up my home

to a woman who's been nothing � but insulting and nasty to me?

Be an example to her.

Oh, well, come on in.

I know I--I gave you no reason � for you to do this for me.

And I appreciate it.

Well, it's only � for a few days, right?

Right.

Thank you.

Police have no clues � in the hunt for a murderer

in the Lincoln Heights area.

The first victim was discovered � three weeks ago.

Come in.

Oh, hi!

Your mom said � I could sleep here.

Sure, I'll clear out a drawer.

[newscaster on TV] � ...today, in an alley � off of Lincoln Avenue.

All three women

are known prostitutes, � African-American,

and killed in a similar manner.

That's creepy.

I saw some hookers � the other night,

when we were leaving the market.

Did you see them?

This is nice.

Is this cake-boy? � Yes.

But I might need � to rethink the cake thing.

Us-being-together period.

Why, what happened?

Nothing.

I was just thinking.

He had sex with his ex � when they were together.

I'm not having sex, � so I can't compete with that.

Listen.

You bake that cake � for cake-boy,

and you'll have him eating � out of the palm of your hand.

The way through a man's heart � is through his stomach.

I knew somebody said that.

[newscaster] � Police are confirming

the identity of Mercedes Soler,

a native of Houston, Texas.

The woman had been living � in Mission Vista

for only three months.

I know how much it took � to let Dana into our home.

My only concern � is our family's safety.

I know how much � the Taylors mean to you.

I trust your judgment.

You know, my daddy said

If I could find � a wife that was

half the woman � my mother was,

I'd be a lucky man.

I hope your luck � doesn't run out.

[phone ringing] � Uh-uh.

Hello?

Another prostitute?

Bound with duct tape, � hair cut off.

But this time he stabbed � her numerous times.

He's getting � aggravated.

Probably because � that witness got away.

Where is she?

She's safe.

Well, he's gonna be � looking for her.

Can I have a bowl � of cereal?

Free country.

You know, it's � cool of your folks

to let me and my mom � stay here for a while.

I guess.

Look, can we just squash � all the drama from the past?

All right.

[sighing] � If anyone asks,

I'm over at Becky's.

Bye.

Bye.

Man, your sister � is a dime piece.

Does she have a boyfriend?

No, not again.

(Jenn) � Dr. McGhee.

I need you.

His abdomen is distended.

There's air under the diaphragm � in his right base

Pulse is 1-30.

Pulse ox is 72%.

He needs � to be intubated.

Are you okay?

Can you see anything? � Yeah.

Okay, pulse ox is � falling fast at 50%.

He needs � to be intubated now.

Okay, okay.

Pass the blade over � the right side of the tongue.

Okay! � Pulse ox at 40%.

I c--I can't. � I--I c--

You have to do this, � Dr. McGhee.

I c--please.

I got it.

[labored breathing]

Oh God.

[whooshing]

What the hell is going on?

Sutton, did you just � intubate a patient?

He was crashing, Dr. Cole, and--

You're a nurse.

I know, but--

Dr. McGhee.

Do you know what kind � of a liability

this is for this hospital

to have a nurse intubating?

You're just plain incompetent,

and you, Sutton,

you need to remember � your place.

You're not a doctor!

This is not within � your scope of practice.

You got it?

Yes, Doctor.

[hip-hop music]

So...being in here � is a lot better

than being � on the street.

The fee is nominal � for the protection I give.

Foster.

Eddie.

Haven't seen you � around in a while.

What will I get for ya?

I hear you were the last one � to see Mercedes Soler alive.

I ain't seen nothing, � don't know nothing.

Anything you can � tell us would be helpful.

We're just starting � to put this together.

Don't bring me in it.

What they do � is their business.

Come on, Foster.

Dana Taylor was attacked � the same night.

Pop Taylor was one � of your best friends.

She's not the same little girl � she used to be, Eddie.

Foster, I'm gonna be � watching you,

'cause you're skating � on thin ice.

Especially since I know � you're pimping 'em.

Pimpin'?

I look out for these � young, lost souls.

You exploit them.

But it stops today.

Eddie.

Revoking � my liquor license?

You can't do this.

It'll put me out of business.

Have a good day, Foster.

I really like these knobs.

They add so much character � to the room.

I don't understand why.

I mean, if we're selling � in the house

why do we have � to make it better?

A good point there, � Taylor.

Where's Lizzie?

The movie she wanted � to watch is on.

She's upstairs � in her room.

Jarone, can you pass me

a Phillips head � screwdriver please?

That's not a Phillips.

This is. � Here, look.

Let me show you � the difference.

I know � the difference.

Stop acting � like you're my dad,

'cause you're not.

Just leave me alone.

Note to self: don't ever � ask Jarone for a screwdriver.

(Cassie) � He said just because � he had sex with Sonya

doesn't mean he expects � sex from me.

Well, that's good.

No, he's only saying that � because he thinks I'm a virgin.

What's up with that?

Do I have like, "virgin" � stamped on my forehead?

Well, you kinda do, honey.

Looks can be � deceiving.

I could have more experience � than you.

[laughter]

[ominous music]

Cassie, go back inside.

Why? � Can't have cake � without ice cream

Okay.

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Eddie, Cassie � was with her.

Dana says she was certain � nobody followed them.

This is just what � I was afraid of.

I made it clear � to Dana

she cannot � leave this house.

That's not just she � and Jarone's safety at stake,

but it's ours too.

Now, nothing is going � to happen to Cassie

or anyone else in this family.

So what was your � first time like?

Cassie, I think you should talk � to your mother about this.

Did you like it?

Don't tell me � you're actually thinking

about giving this boy � more than cake?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Cassie, you lose your virginity,

you can never get that back.

Now, sex'll always be there.

And there are � consequences to it.

It's physical � and emotional.

And if it's not right,

it can leave you � feeling really dirty.

And trust me, you don't want � to feel like that.

(Cassie) � Well did you love the guy, � your first?

Yeah, and he married � someone else.

Oh.

Cassie.

Can you dust � downstairs?

Sure, Mom.

You know what? � I'll do that, Jennifer.

I want to do my part � around here.

(Jenn) � So.

What were you two � talking about?

Nothing.

Cassie, I know � that Dana's all hip and cool,

but that doesn't mean � she has all the answers.

I know she means well, � but Dana has her own issues.

I mean you can talk � to me about anything.

Including sex.

Mom!

All right.

(Sydnee) � Oh, my bad, y'all.

I'm always messing up, � just like Lizzie is.

[all laughing]

(Sydnee) � At least I don't have � to lie about it.

I'm tired of this.

I'm sick of you � talking about me.

Nobody's talkin' about you.

Just because you live � in that big house,

you think � you're special?

You need to go back � to where you came from.

I have just � as much right

to live here � as you do.

Yeah? Prove it.

I challenge you � to a double Dutch competition.

What?

Double Dutch. � Tomorrow, 4:00 p.m.

You think that � you can beat me

at double Dutch? � I know I can.

I'll beat you and shut you up

once and for all.

Are you crazy? � You can't beat her.

I guess we'll see � tomorrow at 4:00.

That's my � trash-talking sister.

So why do you have � duct tape in your van?

I mailed a package � last week.

Never took to tape � out of my car.

Who's this guy?

He was trying � to pick up

one of our � undercovers.

We searched his van.

Found duct tape, rope, scissors.

And I just talked to a friend � of the last victim.

She thinks she got a good look � at our handyman,

but he was wearing a hood,

so she couldn't see much.

But he did have facial hair.

(Anthony Moon) � It fits my profile.

White male, � 25 to 35,

physically � in shape,

blue-collar job,

broken home.

Wants to be seen � as attractive to women

but is very, very insecure.

You just described � my last three dates.

(Eddie) � Dana's on the way in to ID him.

Let me take a stab at him.

I already told you, � I don't have a routine.

(Franklin) � I don't think I like you.

[door opening]

(Briggs) � So you get off � on cutting their hair?

(man) � No.

(Briggs) � But you like hair, don't you?

Did your mother � have long hair?

What do � you think?

I'm not � sure.

I'm not sure, Eddie.

I--I'm just not sure.

(man) � I like prostitutes.

That's my crime.

I don't kill 'em.

(Dr. Cole) � This is a 64 year-old female.

She's on a ventilator,

and she's � been intubated.

Intubation � is Medicine 101.

You learn it week three � of medical school.

If you cannot � intubate a patient,

it's probably not � too late for law school.

[Dr. McGhee coughing violently]

[toilet flushing]

Don't let him get to you.

You know you're a good doctor.

I'm not sick � because of Cole.

I'm pregnant.

Congratulations!

I was pregnant � with my son Taylor

when I was � in nursing school.

Really? � Mm-hmm.

Oh and I had a bastard

of a boss breathing � down my neck the whole time.

Don't take it personally � about Cole.

He's an ass to everybody.

Too bad he gets away with it.

Thanks.

(Lizzie) � I'm not even worried � about those girls tomorrow.

(Jarone) � What?

(Tay) � Man, Lizzie � and trash-talking

go hand in hand.

[car door shutting]

(Eddie) � Hey, hey, hey.

Let me get in on this.

There you go.

Hey, hey, Tay.

Remember how I showed you � to throw the ball?

Daddy, you know Tay can't throw.

But I can whip your butt.

Hey. � Now, remember.

Put your fingers � on the laces.

Step forward � with your left,

[voice fading] � push off on the right.

[sad piano music]

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Whoo! Now, see? � That's what I'm talkin' about.

You see that spiral?

(Tay) � Yeah, I saw it.

That was tight, Tay.

There � you go, T.

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Hey Jarone, what's up?

Don't want to play no more?

Nah, I'm cool.

Lizzie.

We'll have a taste test � after dinner.

By the time Charles gets back � next week,

this cake will � be perfected.

I'm so tired � of hearing about cake.

That's why you're not � getting any, Tay.

Cassie, don't yell � at your brother.

Now, mash these potatoes for me.

They're done boiling.

No, let me. � I make great mashed potatoes.

I'ma go upstairs � right now.

Charles is about to call.

Um, is that whole milk?

Yeah, I picked some up � when we were at the market.

We use skim.

Oh.

Easy on the butter.

You know, � high cholesterol.

Easy on the salt.

Jennifer, where're you from?

Los Angeles.

No, I mean where're � your people from.

Both my parents � are from Philly, why?

Okay.

If you got something � you want to say,

I wanna hear it.

You interestin'.

You're one of these � bourgie Negroes

who think they better � than other black folks.

I don't think I'm better � than anybody, Dana.

You just eat differently.

Different is code � for "less than."

Different is code � for "different."

You know what? � This ain't about salt or butter.

Or what kind of milk I put � in my mashed potatoes.

This is about � what I do for a living.

What you do is your business,

and how I raise � my children is mine.

And I'd appreciate it � if you don't give my daughter

advice on sex. � Why, because � I'm a hooker?

You think I set out � to do this?

You think I like strange men � touching me

and looking at me � like I ain't nothin'?

And I know they're right.

I can't live my life � like this anymore.

(Lizzie) � Everything looks great, Mom.

(Tay) � Hmm, delicious.

Well, baby, like � my momma used to say,

"You put your � foot in that."

It was awesome.

Thanks, baby.

(Jarone) � Mrs. Sutton?

The mashed potatoes � were great.

They're better � than my mom's.

(Jenn) � Well, I wish I could � take the credit,

but those are � your mom's potatoes.

Oh.

My bad.

So whose turn is it � to help clear the table?

Lizzie. � Tay.

You know what? � I'll do it.

I'll clear the table.

It's the least � I can do around here.

[slow soul song]

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So, um, what did you put � in those potatoes?

Oh, that's � my Ma'Dear's recipe.

She used � to throw down.

Uh, was it chives?

It had a distinct flavor,

but I just couldn't � put my finger on it.

Now, if I tell you that, � I'm gonna have to kill you.

All right, all right.

About that sex thing...

I told Cassie she should � talk to you about it.

Good.

I know I'm not her mother.

It's just sometimes it's easier � for a young girl

to talk to someone else.

I know that.

But sometimes that person,

however well-intentioned,

may not give the best advice.

You mean, like a hooker

telling a very � nice, young girl

not to have sex?

That's what you told her?

Listen, she comes to me � to ask the questions,

but when you get � right down to it,

she's gonna follow � your example.

And besides, � you're a lot cooler than me.

Eddie married you, � remember?

I got lucky.

Is that laughter I hear � from you two?

Maybe we should open a bottle � of wine on this one.

I know that's right.

Oh, baby.

I got your watch today � from the shop.

Thank you. � Mm-hmm.

Wait a minute.

The guy who attacked me � had a watch like that.

And it--it had a crack in it.

Well, this watch � is a gift from our captain.

Only officers at the Lincoln � Heights precinct have 'em.

[jump rope whooshing]

Ahh!

I thought you said � you were good.

(Jarone) � She's saving all her tricks � for later.

Looks good to me, Lizzie.

Can I show you something?

(Tay) � So much for trash talk.

I know you didn't � see him well,

but someone may � seem familiar.

You never know.

All right.

Take a good look � at everyone.

If you make him, � tell me.

(Eddie) � McAllister.

Do you remember � Miss Taylor?

Keep an eye on her,

and don't let her � out of your sight.

Wait a minute, � where you going?

I gotta go take care � of something.

You'll be fine, � McAllister's black.

I'll watch her � for you, Sutton. � Thank you.

Ma'am.

[ominous percussion]

What do we have?

16 year-old male � in a house fire.

He's inhaled gas.

Second and third degree burns.

He's got soot � on his tongue.

We need to intubate him � to protect his airways.

Okay, let's do it now.

Are you sure � you're okay?

No, but I have � to do this.

Can you see � anything?

I think so.

His pulse ox is dropping.

Okay, I got it I--got it.

Concentrate. � You can do this.

(Jenn) � Do you see the cords?

I'm in.

(Dr. McGhee) � I did it.

Take this patient � to ICU.

(Dr. Cole) � McGhee.

See if you can do that

without Sutton � holding your hand.

Excuse me. � Can I talk to you for a moment?

What is your problem � with Dr. McGhee?

She's a good doctor.

My problem with Dr. McGhee

is minor, compared � to my problem with you.

What? � You're not committed � to your job.

You're always running off � to see those kids of yours.

We need professionals here.

And I can't be a professional � and a mother at the same time?

Not unless � you can commit.

You know, I did � the family thing once.

I know it's impossible � to do both well.

You know Dr. McGhee's � pregnant, don't you?

I had a "Dr. Cole"

when I started � my training.

He also said � I couldn't do both.

And I didn't need � to hear that.

Back then, I wanted � to be a doctor.

I'm trying to make � Dr. McGhee a better doctor.

No, you're targeting her, � because she's a doctor

who wants a family too.

You're gonna have � a lawsuit on your hands

if you don't stop making things � harder for working mothers

and start treating them � like everyone else.

Sutton, why don't you � do yourself a favor?

Get a transfer � to another department.

Don't count on it, Dr. Cole.

So we know � he's a white male

and drives a dark van.

He's a cop.

Let's see how many officers � in the precinct

have a black or brown van.

13.

But would he be fool enough � to use a van

registered in his name?

We are talking � about a sociopath.

That doesn't mean he's stupid.

You know, my first � training officer

was good at taking � stuff we confiscated.

Like drugs and money? � Yeah.

One time, a stolen convertible.

Just took it, changed � the VIN number, never blinked.

(Eddie) � In the last two months

there have been three cases

of stolen vans confiscated.

Each with a different � arresting office.

Detective Chase, black.

Garcia, Latino.

And Briggs.

Briggs?

How do we know that the killer � picks up women in vans?

Briggs said it.

But Dana was the only one � who got away from the killer.

How would Briggs know � what the killer was driving?

Those murders, � two years ago at Westside,

maybe there was � a van involved there.

Let me call the Captain.

[ominous music]

�� ��

(Eddie) � Where's Dana?

She went to ID a van.

Eddie.

The Westside captain � said there was nothing

in the case file � about the perp using a van.

Who took her � to ID a van? � Uh, Briggs, sir.

Briggs, � they just left.

[dramatic music]

Wait a minute.

Where's Eddie?

I thought you said � he was gonna be here.

I lied.

[heartbeat sound]

(Eddie) � Briggs!

Going somewhere?

Hey, Sutton.

Yeah, you know, � a long day.

I was thinking � of knocking off early.

Can you, um, step � out of the van?

You're telling me � I can't go home, Sutton?

Briggs, why don't you just play � nice and get out of the van?

I'm going home.

I can't let you do that.

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

We asked the man nicely.

Now it's going to get ugly.

[gun shots fired]

I didn't kill � those women.

Okay.

I believe you.

I want you to put � the gun down.

Don't talk to me like � I'm some sort of psycho.

Why don't you let her go?

She's a whore.

A two-bit hooker.

Nobody wants to see � you locked up.

Let her go.

[Dana moaning]

[muffled scream]

See, now it's just � your word against hers.

And nobody's � gonna believe a hooker.

[Dana screaming]

So why don't you � just help us out?

And put the gun down.

We can say it was all � just one big misunderstanding.

That's all it was.

A misunderstanding.

[Briggs screaming]

And we stick together.

Yeah.

[Mercedes screaming]

Good move.

You've killed these women. � Maybe more.

You're going away � for a long time.

[drum music]

�� ��

Where's Jesse P.?

I haven't talked to her � since last night.

I told her � to come at 4:00.

Are you ready � for the butt-whipping

I'm about to put on you?

Bring it.

[cheering]

Traitor.

Sorry.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Jessie P., � where are you?

�� ��

Jessie P. sprained � her ankle practicing.

(Lizzie) � What are we gonna do now?

I need someone to twirl.

I can twirl for you.

I helped you when you � were practicing this morning.

I can do it.

Let's go.

Lizzie!

Here it comes.

Lizzie is the bomb.

Yeah!

[cheers and applause]

I guess you � better recognize.

Ahh.

(Tay) � Lizzie! Lizzie!

[all chanting "Lizzie!"]

[sparring sounds]

Hey.

What are you doing � up so late?

Uh, I usually stay up � till my mom gets home.

I go to bed late a lot.

You know, I have a feeling � that's going to change.

I don't think � your mom's gonna be

working late nights anymore.

I wish my dad was still around.

So we could have a real family.

You know, every family's � not the same.

I lost my mother � when I was about your age.

The Taylors � became my family.

They still are.

Jarone.

I'm here if you need me.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey, listen.

It's late.

What do you say you get upstairs � and go to bed?

[hands slap] � All right.

Sorry you have to leave.

Well, you said � you like my work.

Oh, I love it, Cassie.

Thank you.

Come here.

I'm gonna � miss you.

[xylophone playing]

�� ��

Thanks for helping me � with the competition.

It felt really good.

No.

Thank you.

Eddie, I appreciate � everything you've done.

You've been a really � good friend to me.

Even though � sometimes I wasn't.

[whispering] � Cassie's great.

[whispering] � So is Jennifer.

[whispering] � I understand why � you married her.

(Jarone) � Thanks.

I had a great � time here.

(Eddie) � Anytime you want to come back,

the door is always open.

You're family.

Come on.

[quietly] � You're welcome.

(Jenn) � Hmm, this entire meal

is from all of Dana's recipes.

But we all know � who the best cook is.

That's right � baby.

Oh, Mom, you � should've seen

Lizzie jump today.

Oh, you won?

It was � tight.

Yeah, it was, � it was.

Okay, I'll give � it up for myself.

[all laughing]

(Lizzie) � No, Jarone can really turn.

Did you know that?

Oh my gosh, can he turn.

(Jenn) � Really?

(Lizzie) � Jesse P. didn't show up.

(Cassie) � Like always.

(Lizzie) � She sprained her ankle!

I have � to admit it.

First, I was � a little scared.

A little? � Ha, ha.

Until � I came in.

(Jenn) � You showed up?

Yes. � Did she?

She jumped in, and oh, my gosh. � We were off the chain.