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Oh, watch
your step.

Oh!

You know-

it is not even
10 o'clock.

It's going to
be a long night.

You're laughing.

But I hope you're
ready for it.

Come on.

You're telling me you're
not going to miss this?

Oh, what?

The drunks?

Their mess?

The long nights?

The dark roast-

I will miss.

But Friday night
in Bridge City?

All units,
10-40 at Stevie's Bar.

Reports of a
physical altercation.

Please proceed with caution.

Hell yeah,
I'll miss it.

Unit 14.

Copy that.

We'll take it.

We're right next door.

♪All hands in the air

♪and tearing it down

♪Guitars on ten

♪and the kick drum beating

♪I'm standing
in the front row ♪

♪Kicking and screaming

Yeah you
got this!

Go!

Police!

That's enough!

Break it up!

So.

Dad.

How long are
you in town for?

We are shipping
off Sunday afternoon-

after a second
recruitment drive.

Two drives, wow.

What- kids don't want
to join the Navy anymore?

Coasters, Charles?

Oh.

Yeah.

No, they are far
too individualistic.

Speaking of, I'm surprised-

that they let you wear your
hair so long in the force.

And how's that-

office romance
of yours going?

Are you still seeing
your colleague?

I not implying anything.

Sarah's fine.

She's good.

She wanted to
join us tonight.

But she's studying.

She has a big
exam tomorrow.

Yes.

I still count
my blessings-

that your mother found all
the fulfillment she needed-

inside the home.

Yeah, that's
a good idea.

Let's eat.

Don't eat the toothpick.

Can you excuse
me for a second?

Yes.

This is work.

Hey Joe.

Commander Hudson.

I'm on my way.

The victim is
Constable Jennifer Wente.

She was 27
years old.

Joe told me
she was on duty.

Well it looks like-

she was pushed
sideways here.

Her Kevlar vest would
have protected her-

if not for
the angle.

The rebar entered the
chest from under the arm.

Did somebody move her?

Responding officers insist
that she was found this way.

Now it looks like someone
lifted her off the rebar-

before they
put her down.

But I don't know.

Maybe somebody was
trying to help her?

Or they were
covering their tracks.

Mace.

She did try to
defend herself.

She didn't get
a chance to.

The nozzle's clean.

Yeah, she got
caught off guard.

How long has she
been here like this?

Her partner can
provide a window.

Let's get her
out of here.

Yeah.

Constable Turner.

Can you fill me in on what
happened here tonight?

I only left her
for a few minutes.

We were breaking up
a bar fight at Stevie's-

when she got
hit in the eye.

Our kit is empty.

So I went to the
store at about 9:45-

to get her
some bandages.

And it took
me a while-

because I lost my
glasses during the fight.

Maybe 10 minutes.

When I came back,
she was gone.

I went looking
and I found her-

uh, there.

Like that.

Tell me more
about this bar fight.

It was bad.

A group of
sailors instigated.

And we were
called to intervene-

which only made
things worse.

Sailors?

Navy sailors?

And they were in
a fighting mood.

What happened when
you got outside?

Well, it was-

just routine.

Okay, thank you Constable.

Do you need anything?

No, no.

Hang in there.

So what happened?

He said they broke
up a bar fight

with some Navy personnel.

The sailors were
still disorderly-

once they got
them outside.

Constable Wente-

she told them she didn't
want to see them again tonight.

Warned them to cool off
and head back to their ship.

My father's ship.

His sailors are
our prime suspects.

Oh I'm sorry.

We found a boot print
in the mud here.

Size 8.

Looks military-issue.

And we found this door
fob beside the body.

So I'll send it to
Jesse for analysis.

Right.

A vape pen.

Do you think he smells
the killer on it?

Or the substance inside.

I'm going to see what
else I can find out-

about this bar fight
that started everything.

Rex.

Come on.

You're trying to tell me
you didn't see anything?

Yeah, it's Friday night
in Bridge City.

Some people are
looking for a fight.

There was a scuffle
between some sailors.

But we were
short-staffed.

I'm sorry if I missed
the play by-play.

One of the responding
officers is dead.

They shut us down
for the night.

But-

I didn't
know that part.

Mmm.

Well I understand
that the conflict

spilled out into
the street out front.

Is that correct?

I didn't see what
happened outside.

My hands were
full in here.

I swear.

Okay.

Hey.

What a mess.

So we need to contact
Constable Wente's next of kin.

An officer's been killed.

So the press is going
to be all over this.

And we can't have them hear
about it from anyone but us.

Does she have any
family in the city?

I'd like to look
them in the eye.

Two months ago-

she changed her
emergency contact-

to her boyfriend,
Todd Harford.

Okay, I'll
let him know.

I'm going to round up
the possible witnesses-

and interview them
down at the station.

Sorry to bother you.

Who are you?

I'm looking for
Todd Harford.

That's me.

Detective Hudson, SJPD.

What happened?

Is Jenn okay?

You mind if we-

speak inside?

Just tell me, man.

I'm sorry to
tell you this, but-

Constable Wente-

Jennifer-

was killed tonight.

No that's not right.

She wasn't even supposed
to be working tonight.

Her partner convinced
her to take an extra shift.

She was supposed
to be home, safe.

I'm sorry.

We all wish
that um-

this wasn't the case.

We were only just
starting our life together.

How did you two
meet each other?

We met online
six months ago.

But we fell
in love.

It took us both by surprise
how fast it all happened.

I dropped everything in
Calgary to come be with her.

We talked about

moving to the
country together.

We're going to
catch who did this.

I hope there's
some comfort in that.

Any leads
from the fob?

No, not according
to the data.

It's programmed to
Jennifer Wente's apartment.

Ahh.

So it must have slipped
out of her pocket.

What's this?

CCTV from Bridge City.

With all the boozing,
we're going to need

the impartiality of
camera recordings-

to fill in some
of the blanks.

Memory's fallible enough
without the help of tequila.

There were three.

What were they?

Mechanics or something?

Pilots.

They were pilots.

Fighting-

in a bar?

Three pilots?

Which is-

It's weird, right?

So-

is it possible
that they weren't-

pilots?

No.

Definitely.

Pilots.

Eight weeks pregnant

Um-

I've been sipping
soda waters all night-

pretending that
they're gin and tonics.

Can you tell me
what you saw?

Yeah.

Well there were four
sailors in uniform.

And one was like clearly
some kind of trouble-maker.

And the other was like
an enabler of some sort.

Two of them were
actually like that.

Then the fourth sailor-

tried to intervene.

But it was weird.

Like the policewoman-

She wasn't having it.

It's like she didn't want
their help or something.

Really?

The fight apparently
spread onto the street.

Did you see
what happened-

once the cops kicked
them out of the bar?

No.

Yeah,
I was outside.

But I only saw one
sailor and one cop.

The policewoman
was standing alone-

dabbing blood
on her eyebrow.

This sailor
came up to her-

a little guy,
compared to her-

Classic Napoleon complex.

He said a few
angry words.

And then he-

he spit
in her face.

So she pulls
her taser out.

And I've never seen
anybody run that fast.

A sailor spit in the face
of an on duty police officer?

And then
he may have run off-

to get his buddies.

Okay, well-

they obviously didn't
head back to the ship-

when Constable Wente
ordered them to.

They stuck around.

And saw their opportunity-

when she
was left alone.

Okay, that's it.

I've put this off-

long enough.

Hi Dad.

We have a press conference
scheduled for 1:00 PM-

tomorrow afternoon.

Today.

So Constable Wente's death-

is going to be
national news.

So whatever information
we bring to the public-

has to be
rock solid.

Hopefully-

Charlie's dad will cooperate
with the investigation.

I wouldn't want to
be in Charlie's shoes.

That's for sure.

Okay they're
going to play ball.

My father's agreed to
bring in our suspects.

Charles.

May I introduce-

Captain Tilda Grey

of the Judge Advocate
General's Office.

I don't see

any suspects.

She's here to assess
whether there's cause-

to produce our men
for questioning.

You told me you were
bringing my suspects.

How could I?

You don't even have IDs for
the men you want to interview.

We don't have any knowledge
of a so-called bar fight.

No police report.

No charges laid.

Your ship-

would have records
of all the sailors

who were on
shore tonight.

You could compare that to the
descriptions that I gave you.

You know the
personnel on your ship-

better than you know
your own children.

And you're trying
to tell me

you don't know
who I'm describing?

We can't
say we do.

Do you really intend
to obstruct justice-

in the case of a
murdered police officer?

The evidence
you claim to have-

wouldn't even be enough
to earn you the court order-

you need to
compel the Navy

to produce our
personnel records.

This is a homicide
investigation.

This is a
civilian matter.

The Armed Forces has
no jurisdiction here.

Correct.

And you've issued

no charges or
arrest orders.

The Navy will
cooperate fully-

if and when the SJPD can
provide compelling evidence.

When you have that-

you can contact
Captain Grey here.

And we will produce
any servicemen-

or women implicated.

Mmmm.

Charles.

Hey Sarah.

The busker's
story checks out.

Someone spit on her.

Traces of amylase found
on Jennifer's face

confirm human saliva.

Can we identify
the culprit?

It's the weekend.

Even a rush DNA analysis
would take at least 72 hours.

And that's well after
the press conference.

Yeah, that's long after
my father's ship sets sail-

on Sunday too.

You were right
about the vape pen.

It contains a
cannabis cartridge.

So Rex was likely
alerting to this-

and not to
the killer.

Yeah but cannabis
is legal now.

So I don't see that
leading to the altercation-

with Constable Wente.

We did find traces of pink
chapstick on the mouth piece.

But again, with
no DNA analysis-

we can only rule out that
it belonged to Jennifer.

Her lips were bare.

Fingerprints?

They don't match
anyone in the system.

Okay.

What about Constable
Wente's firearm?

She didn't appear
to attempt to draw it.

The clasp on her taser
was still fastened, too.

A witness said that
she reached for her taser.

As far as I can tell she
only reached for her mace.

And too late.

Maybe-

Maybe we should be
looking at someone-

she wouldn't have
wanted to use force on?

Look.

Bandages and two
bottles of water.

9:56 PM.

And when I went back outside,
she wasn't where I left her.

What made you look for
her in the alleyway?

I don't know.

Instinct, I guess.

The same instinct that told
you to leave her alone-

after the brawl?

You think there's
been a single second-

since this happened-

where I haven't been
blaming myself?

You're right.

I should have
never left her side.

The boyfriend said-

that she wasn't even supposed
to be working tonight.

That you-

pressured her into it.

I didn't have
to pressure her.

I-

I didn't know she
was seeing anyone.

We told each
other everything.

I thought-

we did.

Why wouldn't she mention that
there was a man in her life?

Well maybe she thought
that you had feelings for her.

She was worried you
might get jealous.

Sometimes female officers-

they're worried
that their partners

won't take as
good care of them-

if they feel rejected.

No.

Jenn was completely independent.

Chivalry, chauvinism-

to her they were
all the same.

Macho.

Hmm.

And she hated it.

Would you
have hated it-

if you knew you were
going to lose her?

She was going to move to the
country with her boyfriend?

I asked her to pick
up the shift tonight-

because it was one of our
last chances to work together.

Check my file.

My mom is sick.

And I'm transferring to
Gander to be closer to her.

I'm very sorry for the
loss of your partner.

And no, this is
not your fault.

Come on.

Charlie.

I got something.

Okay, so the footage
is time-stamped-

moments after Constable
Turner left Jennifer-

to get the
Band-Aids.

Have a look.

Here.

That's the smaller guy.

Yeah.

He's crying.

Didn't Sarah say it
looked like the killer

had tried to help
Jennifer before fleeing?

Yeah that looks
like remorse to me.

Did you see a fourth
sailor in this footage?

No, just these three.

Okay, I'm gonna
need their IDs.

Yeah.

Oh!

Way ahead of you.

Yeah, I compared
this footage against the

social media feed from
the recruitment drive.

This sailor crying
on the curb

is Chief Petty Officer
Bryson Reed.

Our bachelorette
confirms he is the one-

that instigated
the bar fight.

And I was able
to identify

the other
two sailors-

as Able Seamen Noel
Bentley and Andre Kent.

Thanks Jesse.

Great work.

You're the best.

Come on pal.

Looks like that dog of yours
has adopted your temper.

What's this?

You wanted ID's.

There they are.

Bryson Reed, Noel Bentley.

Andre Kent.

The three sailors-

that were involved
in the bar fight

immediately preceding
Officer Wente's murder.

Yes Charles.

I know who
they are.

Well I'm going to need
to interview them myself.

Okay.

I want you to
hear this from me.

I've adjusted the
departure time of my ship-

from Sunday afternoon-

to 3:00 PM.

Today.

3:00 PM?

Not so convinced of your
sailors' innocence after all.

If you had
sufficient evidence-

you would have already
charged someone.

But you haven't-

because you know you would
just have to release them.

So a police officer
has been murdered.

And you're skipping town-

to protect-

Navy recruitment efforts?

I have to
leave port-

so the SJPD can't
take shortcuts-

to pin this
on my boys!

Your boys?

You know
what I mean.

My Superintendent is issuing
a statement to the press-

at 1:00 PM.

Don't count

on a quiet retreat
from scrutiny.

Excuse me.

I'm Lieutenant Faith Keough.

I understand you're
looking into Bryson Reid.

I won't
discuss case details.

But do you
have something

you want to tell us
about Bryson Reed?

He's a chief
petty officer.

I'm a lieutenant.

So he reports
directly to me.

And let me
just say-

nothing pisses
himself off more.

Because you're a woman
in a position of authority.

Any chance he gets-

he makes my life
hell on that ship.

So a female police officer
putting him in his place-

Yeah, that
set him off.

And if his buddies
were watching?

What can
you tell me-

about these two-

right here?

Noel and Andre?

They're all right.

They're actually sweet guys
when Bryson's not around.

But he's always getting
them into trouble-

making them clean
up his messes.

And why do you think
they still do that?

In the Navy-

we charge into all sorts
of dangers together.

We bring relief in
natural disasters.

We keep the peace
in war-torn countries.

We need to know, when
push comes to shove-

that we'll watch
each other's backs.

No matter what.

To the best of
your knowledge-

is there a fourth sailor
in this friend group?

No.

That's all of them.

The three bruh-sketeers.

Any arrests
for our trio?

Well either they're all
upstanding citizens-

or they get the
servicemen's discount.

Actually, you know what?

Bryson Reed does appear in a
domestic disturbance though.

Six months ago police
were called to an incident-

at the residence-

of a Olivia English.

Hold on.

Olivia English.

Yes, Charlie interviewed
Olivia English.

She was behind the
bar at Stevie's Pub

when the fight
broke out.

Isn't that the bartender that
said she didn't see anything?

Yeah well maybe she's
not saying anything-

because she's
afraid of him.

7:00 AM.

Let's hope she's
a light sleeper.

Do you have any reason
to fear Bryson Reed?

What?

No.

Then why did
you lie to me-

about not knowing
him at the bar?

I said I didn't see
what happened.

But you did know
that he was a fighter.

You were named-

in a domestic disturbance
involving him six months ago.

I wasn't actually
in any danger.

Is there somebody
in the house with you?

No.

Rex, around back.

SJPD!

Ughh!

Rex, get off him.

Stay down!

Come on.

Ughh.

Noel Bentley.

Give me the bag.

You're running from the police
with empty beer cans?

Still doing Bryson
Reed's dirty work, huh?

Let's go.

Antigens in the saliva
from the beer cans

matches the saliva
on the victim's face.

Now, it's not
as precise as DNA.

But it gives
us blood type.

So Bryson pays Olivia a
visit while he's in port.

And then has Noel

remove anything that
we can test against.

I'll call Judge Bannan
and get us our court order.

8:30.

We'll get him.

Turn around
for me please.

Bryson Reed, you are
under arrest for the murder

of Constable Jennifer Wente.

Come with me.

When the
DNA comes back-

I bet those beer cans are
going to be the perfect match-

to whoever spat-

on Constable Wente
before she was killed!

Don't respond to that.

I thought we were
here for questioning?

I have a signed affidavit from
Able Seaman, Noel Bentley-

that attests to the
fact that Bryson

ordered him to retrieve any
DNA that could link him

to this crime.

We don't accept
the affidavit as fact.

Well this isn't
your interview!

Olivia and I
used to hook up.

When I went to
visit her today-

yesterday-

we had some brews.

And she told me she didn't
want to see me anymore.

Not like that.

Six beers later,
I'm at her bar-

begging her to give
me another shot.

I felt like
a huge loser.

So when that cop came
in all high and mighty-

talking down to
me and whatever-

kicking me
when I'm down-

I just-

I lost it.

That's enough now.

She belittled me-

in front of everyone.

And I just
couldn't let it go.

Someone tried to
pull me off her.

But she dressed
them down.

She didn't even
need their help.

She was stronger
than me.

So when the other
cop took off-

I went back.

Well that's really
brave of you-

to wait until
she was alone.

But he didn't
find her.

End of story.

If you can't control yourself
I'm going to ask you to leave!

Can I have a moment
alone with my client?

No!

Commander Hudson told me-

to tell the
whole truth.

And I take my
orders from him.

I found her.

And yeah I-

I spat on her.

I'm in so
much trouble.

You just admitted-

to assaulting a
police officer.

Because I did it.

That part, I mean.

But I didn't
kill her.

She pulled
out her taser.

And I freaked out.

I ran away.

I found my guys.

I told them how
I messed up.

I was scared
I'd be suspended.

So you had to make
your problem go away!

No.

I tried
to sober up.

And they walked
me back to the ship.

We didn't find out till
later she was dead.

That's when I sent
Noel to Olivia's.

He didn't want to.

But I begged him-

because I knew you were going
to try and put this on me.

You can't study
this in any textbook.

Well with
that admission-

we could have tampering-

Still convinced
he did it?

I won't comment on an
ongoing investigation.

Well, contrary to
what my son believes-

I do want to get to the
bottom of last night's events.

He's a very lucky
man, my son.

Good luck with
your exam today.

I've told you
everything that I know.

Nothing?

All right, well
we're done here.

An officer will be
in here shortly-

to escort you
to be booked.

And they'll be taking you
to a holding cell after that.

I know that didn't go
the way you wanted it to.

But what else was
I supposed to do?

I found something.

I have something too.

Commander!

Your ship's logs.

All right.

Combined with CCTV
and the time stamp

from Constable Turner's
drugstore receipt-

there is no way that Bryson Reed
could've committed the murder

and been back with his
sailors on the ship by 10:10.

So I'm releasing him.

Well I hope this settles
the unpleasantness between us-

during this visit.

Yeah I
hope so too.

Because I found
something else in the logs.

After Bryson and his buddies
were taken back to the ship-

you had another sailor
who was still in the city.

A Lieutenant Faith Keough.

A good officer.

She left her
sweatshirt here.

The chapstick we found
in her sweatshirt pocket

is being tested

against a vape pen that
we found in the alleywy

where Constable
Wente was killed.

Mud on the soles.

Unisex 8.

What?

I'm tall.

Ha.

You want to
explain to me

why you failed
to mention

that you were in
the very same alley-

where Constable Wente was
found murdered last night?

I wasn't.

Or-

I didn't
know I was.

I didn't know
where it happened.

We located your vape
pen on the dumpster-

right next to
the victim's body.

But there was no
government records of you-

legally purchasing cannabis.

So that suggests you were
trying to keep it secret.

Did the Constable
discover you-

smoking illegally-
obtained marijuana?

No!

No?

You didn't panic-

and you know, cause
a fatal accident?

No!

But you do know about Bryson's
conflict with the Constable-

and decided that you could
destroy two problems-

at the same time.

So you shifted blame
to a subordinate-

who in your words,
made your life miserable

on that ship!

No!

You're going to have to do
better than that Lieutenant.

Yes.

That was
my vape pen.

No, I didn't
want the Navy

to find out
about it.

I am this close
to submarine duty-

something I've been
vying for for years.

And although cannabis

may be legal now-

the restrictions are strict.

No marijuana use
within 8 hours of duty.

There's always a chance
of schedules or duties

changing at
the last minute-

just like what
happened today.

And it wasn't
illegally purchased.

I was sharing it
with my girlfriend.

We saw a cop coming around
the corner with some guy.

And we bailed.

It was a
force of habit.

Was it a
female cop?

Yes.

Was the man who
was with her a sailor?

All my other personnel
were already on board.

I'd like to hear it
from the Lieutenant.

Was the man

that was with
her a sailor?

He wasn't in uniform.

I'd never seen
him before.

I'm going to need the
name of your girlfriend.

Rex.

Hey Todd.

Is there something
we can do for you?

Yes, actually.

But first-

I have to ask.

Did you find the
person who did this?

We're working on it.

But you should go home,
get some sleep.

I don't think I
could if I tried.

But-

I was wondering if I could bring
home Jenn's personal effects.

Okay, well um-

let me see
what I can do-

if you don't mind
sticking around here-

for a little
bit longer.

Constable.

Do you mind taking him
downstairs to get a coffee?

Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah okay, thank you.

Faith's friend
corroborated her story.

So- that is it.

All the sailors have been
cleared of suspicion.

Oh uh-

Do you
mind if I-?

Charlie.

You're okay.

Well I'm just here-

working on my statement
for the press conference in-

two hours.

I hate to speak without
having all the facts but-

Yeah, I know the news
will break without us.

Yes.

When my father moved up
the ship's departure, I just-

I focused all my
energy on the sailors.

Now I've got to
re-think everything-

that I've seen and
heard this morning.

I don't know.

Maybe I just let my
issues with my dad-

maybe go too far
down the wrong path.

Charlie, I've been looped
in to this investigation-

from the very beginning.

And you've always
followed the evidence-

even when it put you in a
tough spot with your father.

What you need to
do is get some rest.

I'm serious.

You've been on
this all night.

Go on, get
out of here.

Everything else can wait.

I just need a
fresh perspective.

Come on pal.

Rex, come on.

Okay, Constable Wente.

what can
you tell me?

Yeah, I see.

Let's go.

This is the fob
we processed-

at the scene
of the murder.

It has two sets
of prints on it-

Constable Wente's-

and another set
not in the system.

Possibly Todd Harford's.

Which wouldn't be unusual
if they were sharing keys.

If they share keys.

But-

this is the fob you found
in Constable Wente's locker.

And we only found
her prints on this one.

So she left her fob in her
locker with her personal items-

and didn't take
them on patrol.

But she was sharing
this with someone-

presumably the man who
recently moved in with her?

You know, when I went to
Constable Wente's apartment-

to tell Todd
about her death-

I found him in
the back yard.

What happened?

Is Jenn okay?

You mind if
we speak inside?

I suggested that we
go inside to talk.

But he wouldn't budge.

Just tell me man.

I think that he was afraid to
admit that he had lost his fob.

Guys, hey.

Did you find anything
on social media?

I just pored over
every single tag post-

from Stevie's
Bar last night.

In the hour leading
up to the brawl-

there were way
too many people.

And it was way too dark to
make much sense of anything.

But-

look at this.

Some friends posted

a boomerang of some
after-work drinks at 6:30 PM.

Todd is

sitting at the
end of the bar.

Notice anything
about his clothes?

Just like a
certain uniform.

He's wearing a
white button-up shirt.

In the darkness
of the bar-

he would've blended right
in with Bryson and his guys.

He's the fourth sailor-

that all the witnesses
have been referring to.

So he's the one-

who tried to intervene
in the bar fight?

Yeah but-

the bachelorettes said Constable
Wente brushed him off.

He intervenes and
tries to protect her.

Macho behavior that her partner
Cory said that she despised.

So Todd's chivalry
is rejected.

But he goes outside-

to follow Jennifer,
and sees Cory

tending to her wound.

And he gets jealous
of their closeness.

You said that
Jennifer's body was moved-

by somebody who seemed
like they cared for her.

Okay.

So where's Todd now?

He's locked out.

Hi Todd.

I think we
found your fob.

Hey!

Where are you going?

Officer2: Hey, whoah
whoah whoah, stop!

Yeah catch
him on that side!

Cut him off
on that side!

Officer2: I got him!

Officer3: Easy, easy!

There's nowhere to go!

Hands up!

I didn't mean
to kill her.

I wanted
to help her.

She had her
partner for that.

It was an accident!

She was playing
me against him!

He didn't even know

who I was!

All right, come on.

Officer2: We're bringing
him in now.

Todd Harford.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Jennifer Wente.

We have him in
custody on the front lawn.

We're going to
bring him back in.

I stand
before you today-

to speak about a
tragic incident-

that has affected
the community-

and the St. John's
Police Department.

Last night, we
lost one of our own.

Constable Turner.

What are you
doing here?

You're on bereavement leave.

You don't need
to be here today.

I've prepared a few words
to say about Jennifer.

I was wondering if I could
read them to the press.

Yes.

Yes you can.

Of course.

Easy pal.

Sarah told
me I'd find you here.

Did she?

I saw your
ship's gone.

Yes, I took a
couple days leave.

Look, Charles.

Charlie.

I couldn't help
but think that-

each of us was in a similar
predicament last night.

Each of us trying
to protect our own.

I know it seemed that we
were at odds with one another.

Not how I wanted
this visit to go.

It did make
me realize

that the apple doesn't
fall far from the tree.

Yeah, I suppose
you're right.

Well I was hoping
for an overdue visit.

But-

I imagine that you're just
desperate for some rest, so-

I'll take the visit.

Rex might need a
nap, though, but-

That's my boy.

Aghh, so now
Rex is your boy!

♪And the end
is only the start ♪

Come on.

♪You'll get past
the broken heart ♪

♪Yeah the end
is only the start ♪