All language subtitles for Against the Wall s01e01 Pilot.eng

? Against The Wall 1x01 ?
Pilot Original Air Date on July 31, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Wait, you didn't tell them?

The Bears were playing, okay?

It never seemed to be
a good time.

There was a game last night?

It's called
Monday Night Football, Mackie.

It's been around for,
like, 40 years.

I'm going to tell them!

When? It's already been
a week.

I know. I will.
Sunday dinner.

That's another five days.

- It will be fine.
- No, it won't.

Waiting is only
gonna make this worse.

Trust me, nothing could
possibly make this any worse.

Very nice.

There was a rock, okay, Mackie?

Sir, you really don't
have to help me.

- Abby?
- Danny!

Oh, my gosh.

What's it been,
like, three years?

I see you're still tripping
over things that don't exist.

- Oh, there was a rock.
- No, there wasn't.

- Hi, I'm Mackie.
- Danny Mitchell.

Danny used to work
in the D.A.'s office.

You look good.

You still on patrol?

No, actually,
today is the first day

of my new job...
I made detective.

Congratulations.
Which department?

Internal Affairs.

Wow!
Bet your family loved that.

Oh, no, she hasn't
told them yet.

Oh...Okay.

Good luck with that.

I should get going.

- It's really great seeing you.
- You too.

Maybe we could
grab lunch, catch up.

Yeah, sure.
Sounds great.

Here, call me with a time.
Call me if you need a lawyer.

Thanks.

All right.

He is so cute.

What is the story
with you guys?

We're just friends.

The guy was totally into you.

No, he wasn't.

- Do you mind if I call him?
- No.

- Can I help you?
- Uh, Lieutenant Papadol.

Corner office.

? seasons don't fear
the reaper ?

? nor do the wind,
the sun, or the rain ?

? we can be like they are ?

? come on, baby,
don't fear the reaper ?

? baby, take my hand ?

? don't fear the reaper ?

You got your B.A.
In Criminal Law,

Master's in Criminology.

Top of your class
at the academy,

excellent review
by your Captain.

And you aced
the Detective exam?

- How'd I get so lucky?
- Sir?

Why Internal Affairs?
And don't blow smoke up my ass.

You were the only department
with an opening.

I'm flattered.

Lina Flores,

wanna meet your
new partner, Abby Kowalski?

Show her the ropes.

Don't look so worried,
I still have three more months.

Sorry...

My husband is a very big man.

Little Carlos
takes after his papa.

You're having a boy.

- That's great.
- Not really, I wanted a girl.

Ladies, less chat,
more work, eh?

Got you two off-duty officers,
possible involvement

in an altercation
with several bar patrons.

Hazy way for a good cop
to lose everything.

For sure.

Is Lieutenant Papadol
from Toronto?

Yeah. Transferred here
a few years back

when he married a local.
Word of advice...

don't mention the Stanley Cup.

Oh, park it there.

You looking for
their horns and pitchforks?

No.

Yes. Sorry.

We're checking out
Roy Taggot and George Lee.

You know 'em?
No.

Good.

Heads, you take Taggot,

tails, Lee.

Officer Taggot,
Detective Kowalski.

So...What happened
last night?

- Read my report.
- I did.

You spelled "verbal" wrong.

Complaint stated that
you slammed a bar stool

over Mr. Peon's head.

The guy was a jackass.

The guy was a jackass?

Seriously? That...
what does that mean?

Are you saying that's why
you hit him,

or are you just commenting
on his personality?

I'm trying to help you.

This isn't your
first complaint.

You already have a prior
for fighting.

Do you really want this
on your record?

Look, Taggot, I get it.

I do. You and your partner
were having a beer,

trying to unwind,
and this jackass...

Uh, Joe Penn comes over
and starts mouthing off.

Maybe it was about the Cubs,

maybe it was about Chicago's
new mayor, I don't know.

But this Joe Penn
crossed a line somehow,

and you felt you needed
to step in and deal with it.

Or not.

If I'm anywhere close,
just grunt.

Read my report.

Lee says he and Taggot
had been there about an hour,

had a couple of beers,
were about to leave

when this Joe Penn
got into a fight

with another patron.

He and Taggot stepped in
to break it up.

How'd you do?

Yeah, that's pretty much
what Taggot said.

Hey, Sis.

I'll just be a minute.

Donny, Steve.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be out
busting bad guys?

The shift doesn't start
till 11:00.

Yeah, but this isn't
your station.

Why are you acting weirder
than usual?

- I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

- Yeah, you really are.
- Way beyond your normal weird.

Well, I'm just surprised

to see you guys here,
that's all.

So why are you here?

To wish Sean Dunn good luck.

We talked about this
last night.

It's his last day.
He's moving to Tampa.

Is any of this
ringing a bell for you?

Right. Yes. Right.

Well, you...
you should go do that.

I don't want to keep you.

- Abby.
- Yes?

What are you doing here?

And why aren't you in uniform?

Look, I really didn't want
to talk about this here.

I was gonna tell you all
last night,

but then I thought
I should probably

tell you at Sunday dinner.

- Abby, you're rambling.
- No, I'm not.

Isn't that that bitch
from I.A.?

Her name is Lina Flores,
and she's not a bitch.

She's my partner.

Well, she might be a bitch.

I don't really know yet.
I just started.

- What are you talking about?
- Partner?

I made detective

and took an opening
in Internal Affairs.

- You what?
- Does dad know about this?

No!
And please don't say anything.

This is so typical of you.

What is that supposed to mean?

Figure it out.

He...

Abby.

Those your brothers?

Both cops.
And you went to I.A.?

- Mm-hmm.
- Are you crazy?

Apparently.

I'll take the lead on this.

You jump in
if you have a question.

Joe Penn?
Yeah.

We need to talk to you
about the complaint you filed.

I already told you guys
everything last night.

We're with Internal Affairs.

We conduct
our own investigation.

I'm kinda busy.

You wanna retract
your statement?

Then tell us what happened.

I'm drinking a beer,
talking to my buds.

Out of nowhere,
this dickmo flies...

- Which dickmo would that be?
- The big ugly one.

Taggot? He starts
going off on Val.

- Who's Val?
- The bartender.

Taggot was drunk.
How do you know?

- You could tell.
- But how?

Were you sitting next to him?

Did you buy his drinks,
count how many he had?

Was he slurring his words,
stumbling...

Why would you assume
officer Taggot was drunk?

'Cause Val was trying
to cut him off.

He goes nuts.

Shoves her up against the wall.

Me and my buds step in
to try and help...

Next thing I know,

I'm in E.R. getting stitches.

We're gonna need the names
of all your buds.

- Hey, Richie.
- Batten down the hatches.

Brother big-mouth
strikes again.

Damn it.
Did Steve call you?

Uh-huh.

I told him not to tell anyone.

Does dad know?

Well, I haven't heard
any yelling, so I'd say no.

You want to meet for lunch?

Yes. Usual?

Richie? Richie!

Yeah, I'll see you there.
All right.

- Boyfriend?
- Brother.

Another brother.
How many you got?

- Three.
- He a patrol cop too?

Oh, yeah.

Three brothers,
all patrol cops.

And my dad.

You had to know
they'd be upset.

Well, yeah, that's why
I didn't tell 'em.

Growing up, I.A. was worse
than the bogeyman in my house.

Then why take the job?

Because I want to be
a detective.

When I passed the exam,
they gave me a choice...

I.A. or back to patrol...
I took I.A.

Double chili cheeseburger.
You want something?

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

You hate the streets that much?

No, it's just not my goal.

I did patrol because
it was required.

Then just wait for
another department to open up.

For how long?
I've already spent

five years of my life
on patrol.

Now I'm required to put in
two more years on the job

before I can even think about
moving up to homicide.

Homicide?
That's your goal?

So that's how it is?

I.A.'s just another
requirement.

The minute your time's up
with us, you're history?

And I.A. was always your goal?

No. But that's
completely different.

I was pregnant
with my first son.

I had to get off the street.

I understand,
but why are you so upset?

Because I love this job.

I may have joined I.A.
Because of the great hours,

but I stay because
I believe in what we do.

Unlike you, I'm not just
biding my time.

I am not biding my time.

Okay, I am, kinda, but that
doesn't change anything.

I still plan on doing
the best job I can do

while I'm here.

How lucky for us.

I would never have
taken this job

if I didn't respect
what I.A. does.

We investigate our own.

When they've done
something wrong.

But I.A. also defends
and clears the innocent

when wrongly accused.

Nice. You been
practicing that?

- How'd it sound?
- Good.

But I'm not the one
you need to convince.

Joe Penn was a whiner.

Wanted morphine
for four stitches.

I handed him off to an intern.

What about Valerie McDougal?

Valerie was brought in
about 1:00 a.m.

She was involved
in the same bar fight

as Joe Penn...
come on!

The bartender...
she was pretty messed up.

Two broken ribs
and a busted lip.

I wrapped the ribs,
glued her lip,

and gave her some pain meds

and told her to take it easy.
Is Valerie still here?

No. Her boyfriend
came and picked her up

around 3:00 a.m.
boyfriend?

Yeah. Some big
ugly-looking cop.

- How'd you know he was a cop?
- Ha. Flashed his badge.

How'd you know
he was her boyfriend?

I saw 'em kissing.

- Anything else?
- No.

- Thanks for your help.
- Yeah.

Big and ugly.

Man, this case is just
getting better and better.

If Taggot picked her up,
she's probably at his place.

Doubtful. He's married.

I know. Right?

Why don't you take
the lead on this one?

- Really?
- Sure.

What are you doing?
Uh, exercise.

I'll meet you up there.

We just need to ask you
a few questions

about last night.

I'm a little drugged.
Pain killers.

Right. Well,
this won't take long.

How well do you know off...

How well do you know
Officer Taggot?

- Who?
- Officer Taggot.

He your boyfriend?
No, no.

Then why did he pick you up
last night from the hospital?

That's right,
we know about that.

He just... he felt bad
that I got hurt.

Valerie, hey, whoa!

Focus...Okay?
Mm-hmm.

Tell us what happened.

Joe was coming on to me,
and I told him no.

And Officer Taggot
told him to get lost.

And all hell broke loose.

So who started the fight?

Joe...I think.
Maybe it was Bobby.

I don't know.
It all happened so fast.

Did Officer Taggot hit you
or shove you at any time,

even by accident?
No.

No way. It wasn't him.

How could you be so sure
if it all happened so fast?

'Cause Roy would never,
never...

Valerie?
Okay, Valerie? Valerie.

Going down is much faster.

- You claustrophobic?
- Just a tad.

I'm scared of heights.

We make a call on Sears Tower,
it's all you.

You do realize
they have an elevator?

- They also have stairs.
- It's 108 floors.

That's not my problem.

A Polish, uh, mustard,
and a jumbo.

There she is.

How are you?
Good. Ow! Richie!

It was cute when you were five.

Shut up and help me.
Ah!

Freed.

Hey, ab...Sent-minded.

What is he doing here?

You know Brody's my partner.

He comes with the car.

I'll catch you later.

Could he be
any more disgusting?

Ha ha.
You don't want to know.

Did you tell Steve you knew?

Hell, no.
This is your mess.

I'm just a shoulder to cry on.

I appreciate it.

Mom knows.

Is she mad?

You know, more hurt than mad.

I told you to
tell 'em last night.

I couldn't.
The Bears were winning.

Everybody was really happy.
Exactly!

Always take advantage
of a good mood.

Well, you could always quit.

Just a thought.

I think it's time you take this
to a higher power.

You got nothing to say?

Nope. All good.

Father Bardini says he
hasn't seen you in months.

So much for
the seal of confession.

That's only inside the box.

Good to know.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

You had your reasons.

I didn't want you
in the middle.

Oh, honey, when it comes
to you kids and your father,

I'm always in the middle.

How bad is it gonna be?

Do you remember the time
you and Stevie

painted Richie purple?
Oh, damn it!

You didn't ask his advice.
You joined Internal Affairs.

And don't swear
in the Lord's house.

I didn't think I had
to ask his permission.

How long have you known
your father?

It was my decision.

Do you want him to
forgive you or not?

For becoming a detective?
For living my life?

Sorry.

What do I do?

Bake him a cake.
Chocolate.

A cake?
Seriously?

It'll soften the blow.

It doesn't matter what I do.

He is never
going to forgive me.

Of course he will.

You're his only daughter.
He has to.

Congratulations, by the way.

- Thank you.
- How's it going?

Good.

Good.

Okay, talk to your father
soon, please,

because I need your help
on Saturday

with the Novack wedding.

They want five
additional cakes.

Cakes. Mom...

mom!

Mom.
What?

You don't even ask anymore,
you just assume?

What if I have plans?
Do you?

- That's not the point.
- What's the point?

That I could have.

What time Saturday?
8:00 a.m.

I love you.

I don't know how to tell him.

Honey, ever since
you could crawl,

you've been out
to prove a point...

that you could do whatever
your brothers could do,

only you could do it better.

And you've always been
way too smart,

except where it comes
to your father.

You're 30 years old.

When are you gonna stop
looking for his approval?

I thought we were going out.

When I'm done.

Wouldn't a cake mix be faster?

I want my dad to forgive me,

not disown me.

Oh, hey, Kelly's Lot
is performing

in Millennium Park
on Sunday at 1:00 p.m.

- I don't know who that is.
- Exactly.

It'll be good for you.

Sorry, can't.
Bears are playing.

I thought you said
they played last night.

Yeah, it's kinda like
a weekly thing.

- Couldn't you TiVo the game?
- I don't TiVo my Bears.

I have to cheer in real time.

You do know
they can't hear you.

I called Danny.
We're going out tomorrow.

- You just met him.
- Well, that's how it works.

You meet a guy you like,
you go out... it's called dating.

Are you mad?
'Cause you said it was okay.

- I'm not mad.
- You're acting mad.

I am just bewildered
at the speed in which you work.

He's single, good-looking,
and has a job.

I'm bewildered as to why

you haven't snagged him
for yourself.

We're just friends.
Right.

So what's wrong with this guy?

Nothing. I just don't want
a relationship right now.

Who said anything
about a relationship?

I'm talking dating.
Yes.

But dating leads
to a relationship,

which leads to marriage,
which leads to kids.

And suddenly my days
are nothing more

than driving from
one soccer game to the next,

and I just can't
handle that right now.

Abby, it has been two years

since you broke up with...

okay, his name
shall not be spoken.

When are you gonna
get over this?

I am over it!

I'm just not looking
for another one.

Okay.
But if you change your mind,

you've got his number.

- Don't put that there.
- Fine.

Hey.

I need to see you.

? ?

Good night, Brody.

Thanks for coming in.

- Who was that?
- Bobby Sheridan.

- Joe Peon's friend.
- Bobby?

- Yeah.
- Detective Kowalski.

Thanks so much for coming in.

Mm.

Short fingernails.

How did Taggot get
those scratches?

We got other things
to worry about.

Bobby just confirmed
everything Joe said,

word for word.

Looks like Joe and his buds

got some solid rehearsal time.

I hate it when
they lie to my face.

Your sister dating anybody?

- Why?
- Just asking.

I would kill you!

- Bro...
- Without hesitation.

- I thought we were tight.
- We are.

As long as you stay away
from my sister.

You're not really her type.

Well, what's her type?

No idea.

Thank you.

Taggot took his family
on vacation.

- That's convenient.
- Mm.

Captain said he had
a few days coming,

so he took 'em.
No Biggie.

His words, not mine.

You got a letter, Detective.

What?

Warning or threat?

Either way, get used to it.

We always give these
to Papadol.

Hey.

Hi, kiddo.

How's my favorite daughter?

Good.
Made you a cake.

Mmm.

Hello.

A cake, huh?

What's going on?

Can't a girl
bake her dad a cake

for no reason?

And visit him
in the middle of the day

when she should be at work?

What did you do?
I didn't do anything.

Okay, I did do something,
but it's not bad.

It's just, I knew how
you were gonna feel about it,

so I...

I made detective,

and I took an opening
in I.A.

Dad, please.

Did your mother know
about this?

This has nothing to do
with mom.

I made this decision on my own.

Why didn't you ask me?

I already know how you feel
about I.A.

I know what you would've said.
It didn't stop you.

Because I don't agree.

You got brothers on the force.
You think about them?

All the time.
But I want to be a detective.

You know how hard
I've worked for this.

So you screw over your family
for your ambition?

I didn't do this
to hurt anyone.

I am sorry that I.A.
Had the only opening available,

but I am not gonna let
some biased opinion...

Biased?

You have no idea
what you're talking about!

I've dealt with I.A.

They're a bunch of assholes
out to get good cops!

That is not true.
I am doing my best right now

to help a cop out...
he's the one being the asshole.

Did I teach you nothing?

Five years on the streets
teach you nothing?

There's a code that we live by,

that every cop lives by...

we protect our own.

? What's it all about ?

? Alfie? ?

? is it just
for the moment we live? ?

? what's it all... ?

Oh, no!
Uh...

Should have known it was you.

Are you following me?

No, but I would say
calamity does.

- You're funny.
- Thank you.

Hey, how do you do your job
without shooting yourself?

Oh, I just have to focus...
Really hard.

But it makes me
extremely tired,

so by the end of the day
I just say to hell with it

and return to my usual state
of klutziness.

So how was your date?

I don't know
if I'd call it a date.

- We just had coffee.
- Oh.

Mackie's nice.

We're going to the game
on Sunday.

- Game?
- The Bears.

She agreed to go
to a Bears game?

Yeah.

You did explain to Mackie
that it was football, right?

She seemed excited.

Well, I have season tickets.

- You have season tickets?
- Yeah.

But I won a bet off a buddy,
got us sideline passes.

- Oh...
- Be first time on the field.

Should be fun.

- Wow.
- Should I, uh...

Oh, thank... thank you.

Always happy to help you.

I should probably check out
before I do any more damage.

That's probably a good idea.

Okay.

Yeah.

You doing anything now?

Buying my groceries.

I meant after.

I thought we could
grab a pizza,

do that catching up.
Sure.

Why not?

Married?

- Two years. You okay?
- I'm fine.

So what happened? Oh,
do you mind me asking that?

No. Uh,
I just made a mistake.

I mean, I said "I do."
I knew I didn't.

And then I spent
the next two years

trying to convince myself
that it could work.

Mm, I hear that.

Wow, married.

What about you?

Me married? No.

Weren't you dating
some musician?

Yeah, that's been over
for a while.

- What about now? You in love?
- No.

Why not?

Uh, because the only guys
that seem to like me these days

are Viking fans, so...

But you're excluding me
from that statement, right?

I like you, Abby.
I always have.

Look, I...
you're great.

And I just...
it's okay.

- You don't have to explain.
- Yes, I do.

It's just
I've got a lot happening

in my life right now.
I just made detective,

and half my family hates me.

I'm dealing with a lot,
so I... I can't...

I gotta go.
I'm sorry.

I should just...
Thanks for the...

- Hey!
- Hey, Richie.

- What you thinking about?
- Nothing.

Must be something.

You've burnt the hell
out of your marshmallow.

Oh, damn.

So why aren't you at home
with your lovely wife?

Oh, Laura's at some meeting
for something to do

with something or...
I have no idea what.

You talk to dad?

Uh-huh.

And?

I've never seen him this mad.

Are you all right?

Want a piece?

Nah, I gotta watch
my girlish figure.

You ever ride with Roy Taggot?

Mm-mm. No.

Heard he's in
some kind of trouble.

Yeah. Bar fight.

You think he's a good cop?

- Oh, man.
- What?

You want me to be your snitch.

I love you.

You know
I've always got your back.

But come on, Abby...
I.A.?

Don't ask me
to be a part of that.

? ?

Hey...
I need to see you.

Hey, you don't have to go.

I thought we'd grab
some pizza or something.

Brody, that's not a good idea.

Because of your brother?

Yeah.
He wouldn't...

I get it.
It's cool.

Okay, bye.

Where's breakfast?

You want it, you make it.

I hate cereal.

Why am I being punished
for your daughter's mistake?

She didn't make a mistake.

She made a decision
about her life,

which you don't agree with.

- And you do?
- It doesn't matter.

And by the way,
Abby's our daughter,

and we back her,
right or wrong,

regardless
of personal feelings.

- That's what parents do.
- Not this time.

Then you better
get used to cereal.

Hey, guess whose neighbor
called the police

to report domestic abuse?

- Taggot beats his wife.
- Mm-hmm.

And maybe his mistress?

It would explain why Valerie
is so messed up.

But the wife
never filed charges.

- Most of them don't.
- Well, the neighbor said

this isn't the first time
he'd heard yelling.

When the cops showed up,
they found the wife crying,

Taggot's hand bleeding.

He said he accidentally
cut himself while gardening.

Well, you questioned him.
What do you think?

I don't know.

I'll call the local hospitals,

see how many times
Mrs. Taggot has visited the E.R.

We're still missing something.

We need to talk to Taggot.

But he's on vacation.

I have it on good authority
that he's vacationing at home.

I may have left the streets,
but I kept my informants.

Are you sure this is
the right address?

Looks like Taggot
might be hiding more

than just domestic abuse.

Is that my ice sculpture?

No, dear.
What are you doing here?

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Come around back.

Okay, what do you want?

We want to know why
you've been to the E.R.

Six times in the past year.

I'm a cop.
We get hurt.

That's what we thought,
only we couldn't find

any record of you being injured
on the job.

Which means you've been
getting into fights

that aren't being reported.

Beating up your wife
wasn't enough?

- I don't hit my wife.
- Cut the crap.

We know
about the domestic abuse.

You don't know anything.

Then set us straight.

Because none of this
makes sense.

This house, you, your wife.

I'm not allowed to love
someone with money?

And risk it all
for a bartender?

How'd you get the scratches
on your arm?

We know you didn't get them
from the bar fight.

Stray cat.

Where's she going?
To check your wife's nails.

- She didn't mean it.
- Which time?

Was it when you had to
stay overnight in the hospital

with a concussion?
Or the fractured wrist?

Or maybe it was
the eight stitches

in the back of your head.

Why don't you just
get a divorce?

With her money,
I'd be lucky to get

weekend visitation.

So that's it?

You just continue to be abused?

What about your boys?

She doesn't hurt them.

You don't have to hit someone
to hurt them.

Look, can we just
keep this between us?

- Long as you tell us the truth.
- Okay.

Just someplace else.

You're lucky
I'm craving turkey.

We'll meet you
at corner bakery.

Call him.
He's a good lawyer.

Taggot started seeing Valerie
three months ago,

but before that, she had
been dating Joe Penn.

- The plot thickens.
- We got a regular soap opera.

When Valerie
broke up with Joe Penn,

she didn't want
to hurt his feelings,

so she told him she
just needed some space.

Joe thought she was
playing hard to get,

so he continued
to come to the bar.

Taggot finally had enough,

so he told Valerie
if she didn't

tell Joe to get lost, he would.

Who threw the first punch?

Joe Penn. Taggot
was just defending himself,

only it turned into a brawl,

and Valerie ended up
getting hurt

when she tried to stop it.

Why didn't Taggot
tell you right away?

He was scared
if the affair came out,

his wife might kill him,
literally.

Or worse, take his boys away,

and he'd never see them again.

A cop being abused by his wife.

That had to be hard
to get out of him.

It just all added up.

Along with the money
Mrs. Taggot has,

she could have left
at any time.

Why doesn't he just
get a divorce?

Still working on that, sir.

Okay.
Good job, Detectives.

You give me that report
first thing tomorrow.

Yeah?

Heads or tails?

What are we flipping for now?

- Who does the report.
- Oh. Heads.

Kowalski, we just got
an officer-involved shooting.

Want it?
Thank you, sir.

- Shall I drive?
- Save it for homicide.

Welcome to the party.

Jamarcus Lawrence.
15 years old.

Robbed the Quick Mart
down the street.

When our boys in blue
showed up, he gave chase.

Turned the corner and his gun

on the two pursuing officers.

Officer in the lead
shot him twice in the chest.

They found a gun
two feet away from the body.

- Was it fired?
- Waiting on ballistics.

Any witnesses?

We're still canvassing
the area.

Where's the officer
that was involved?

? ?

Not yet.
Homicide takes the lead.

Hey...
I need to see you.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0