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Previously on Wild Cards.

So do I get a shirt?

No.

You see, Ellis here isn't exactly a team player, so...

So how'd you get kicked off your desk?

I'm a cop, you're a criminal.

That's all we need to know about each other.

I'm getting into Simmons and Yates.

No, the commissioner didn't ask for Simmons and Yates.

She asked for us.

You guys are making this entire station look like a circus.

Thanks for having my back.

I got you.

Phew!

Stoked to be back!

West coast, best coast!

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Get out of the water, now!

Go!

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water.

Oh, it's okay.

She's, uh, she's with me.

See?

This is why I need a badge.

You do not need a badge.

Well, if I had a badge, that wouldn't keep happening.

Hey, what do we got?

Oh, uh, Max, Robin, Robin, Max.

Robin's our pathologist.

They're the best in the biz.

Pleasure to meet one of the team.

Minus the dead body part.

Really the only time that we would ever meet.

Are you a detective?

A badge would really help out with that, right?

I'm, uh, his partner.

She's a consultant.

Oh.

What do we got?

Two gunshot wounds to the chest, no contact wounds, no exit wounds.

How long has he been in the water?

Say, five hours-ish.

I've always wondered, how can you tell that?

Well, I look at the vascular marbling,

and you can see the discoloration of the skin and the soft tissue.

You're like a psychic for dead bodies.

Yeah, or a pathologist.

Okay, so, the gunshots went off at 12.05,

high tides 12.15.

My guess is the tide took him out and brought him back in.

Sounds about right.

What are you looking at?

These are wetsuit tan lines.

Yeah, and there's something on his fingertips.

Yeah, looks like board wax.

We'll need to confirm that, though.

He's probably a surfer.

I see we're already finishing each other's sentences.

The mind-meld has begun.

Oh, yeah?

Are you kidding me?

What the hell are they doing here?

All hands on deck.

It's summer, and the mayor needs the beach reopened ASAP.

No matter how many people get eaten by sharks.

So, who's running point?

I'll let you know.

We still need to ID the Vic.

They're from the live stream.

Yates, Simmons, start with them.

We're on it.

They try their usual "my way or the highway" crap.

These guys are gonna close ranks. We'll get nothing.

All right, why don't you let the detectives who weren't demoted do their job?

Sir, surfers are like a tight-knit tribe.

They hate cops.

Simmons and Yates are gonna blow this for us.

Did you hear me give an order?

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Yes, sir.

My name was Koa.

Koa?

Does he got a last name?

Don't know.

How long have you known him?

I don't remember.

Know anyone that might want to kill him?

Nope.

If you guys don't start cooperating, we're gonna drag you down to the station.

We're answering your questions.

And I'm recording all this, you know, to show how cooperative we're being.

You still got a lot of time.

You still want to take us in?

They're striking out.

They're doing their job.

Following a script. Can't do the same act with everyone.

Where's the artistry? Where's the inspiration? Where's the element of surprise?

Wait, is that...

Ellis?

Oh. My. God.

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What's Johnny Utah playing at?

Identifying with a mark. Inspired choice.

Maybe I am rubbing off on him.

That's what I'm afraid of.

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Bad news. This is the outbeach.

Pretty sure it's everybody's beach.

You're out of here again, we're gonna have a problem.

Oh yeah? Is that what happened to the dead guy? Do you have a problem with him too?

Don't talk about our friend.

I don't want to talk about anything, but you guys seem to be really enjoying this conversation.

You gonna move? Or you want to throw down in front of these cops?

What?

Grab my arm. Grab my arm. Hard.

What? Hey, get the hell off me, man.

What are you doing?

Get me.

Come on.

You're crazy, you know that?

What the hell is he doing?

There's that element of surprise.

Back off, man. I don't know anything, okay?

Rest me. Come on.

Yeah. I'm gonna enjoy this.

You lost your damn mind? Come on.

I'm so proud of you. I could just burst. The two of you, the chemistry, it was like watching a tango.

I should have benched you.

What was that?

You heard me. I should have benched you after you decided to hang ten instead of doing your job.

I was doing my job.

Punching Simmons' bottom at Tennessee Crid.

Yeah, see, that's why we're not partners anymore.

Wait, all the presses used you were partners? How did I not know about this?

Let's just focus on the present, okay?

Cole Barnes, our victim. 34, no fixed address, Australian citizen.

Got an outstanding bench warrant from here in town this time last year.

Yeah, locals say these guys travel the world chasing waves.

They roll into town once a year, serve things up, then take off.

Like carnies with better abs.

The guy Cole roughed up, maybe he came back and popped him.

All right, you ate Simmons. Go pick him up.

What about me?

What about us? Now I know why Simmons has beef with you.

Look, put me in undercover, sir. I'll get in tight with them.

No way.

Then somebody else is gonna die.

'Cause those surfers were live streaming when Cole was killed, and none of them reported him missing.

He's right. I know a lot of nomads with a hate on for cops.

When they find out what happened to Cole, they're gonna handle it themselves.

You observe and report. You don't make a move without telling me.

So you listen to her but not me. Nice.

Okay, I'm gonna ignore that, 'cause I'm a good person. And officially your handler.

I don't need a handler, okay? Thank you.

Okay, Donnie Brasco. We've got work to do.

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Have you been undercover before?

Yeah, of course.

So why is he so hard on you?

It's a long story. Let's move on.

Okay. So what's your undercover name?

Declan.

Ew! What? No!

Okay, let me think.

Jesse. Yeah, I bought you as a Jesse.

Okay. So why did you pick up surfing?

I'm sure I'll think of something.

When pulling a con, you don't lie. You just tell a slightly different version of the truth. Okay?

Let's try this again. Why did you pick up surfing?

Well, my brother was ten years younger than me. I had to watch him a lot.

One day we were watching this cheesy surfer movie on TV, and as soon as he saw it, he just knew he had to surf.

And keep going?

My dad couldn't really swim, and he was too little to go in the water by himself.

So I took him. We ended up learning how to surf together.

It kind of became my thing.

That's your story.

So what's your next move?

Right. Well, get them to trust me.

Ellis, beating a mark is like dating. You've got to get them to want you.

How do I do that?

By being mysterious and hard to get.

Okay, you're going to take the car, go back to the station, check in with Lee. Got it?

Got it.

You have a driver's license, right?

Of course. I have nine.

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Oi!

Saw you hit that cop.

Those guys keep coming down here trying to intimidate us. If we let them get away with it, they'll never stop.

How are you out already?

I got a really good lawyer. I'll give you a number.

So why are you out here on your own then?

I only surf with my brother.

Where's he?

He's dead.

We're having a little send-off on the beach for our brats and I. Should come by.

I'll think about it.

I'll think about it.

Boss, Ellis called. He's in with the bras.

Pardon?

The bras. The dudes. The water muppets. He's doing great.

We'll see about that. I got a budget meeting. Ellis checks in, tell Simmons. She's your responsibility now.

What'd you say we polish our shields and pull a code seven?

I already ate.

So, uh, what's Lee's dealio? Why's he so sour on Ellis?

Stuff happened.

History? I get it.

No, you don't. You weren't there.

Put me there.

It's none of your business.

Come on. I'm working with these guys. What am I getting myself into?

Lee and Ellis used to be tight.

You're messing with me.

He was like Ellis's rabbi. Brought him up to detective.

So what happened?

We were working a case, right? Months of work, stakeouts. Couldn't close it. Lee finally pulls us. Ellis couldn't let it go.

Dedicated? Sounds like Ellis.

More like obsessed. Yeah, he went down a dark rabbit hole. Shut me out. He wasn't acting like himself at all. And then he found drugs in the trunk of his car.

Do you think they were his?

No. No, I think he was getting too close to the truth. The drugs were planted so they could shut him down. That's what I think.

And what does Lee think?

Ellis got demoted, did he not?

It's a wake for our boy, Koa. What was your name anyway?

Jesse.

Hey, everyone. This is Jesse. He's the maniac who was punching those cops that were hassling us.

Somebody's got to get him.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

I'm not going to let you get away with this.

He's hassling us? Somebody get these two to beer.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

It's quite the memorial you've got going on here.

I still can't believe he's gone.

Did he have any family?

Yeah, us.

Koa brought this whole circus together.

Picked me up in Australia, Slater in Mexico, JT in Maui.

We've been chasing the big waves together for years.

Seems like a pretty tight crew.

We'll be tighter now.

Koa's a tough guy to please.

So, don't worry, somebody killed him.

I don't know. Maybe.

Hey, Chillie. Just got word, we've got a roll. Now.

Where are you headed, man? The party's just getting started.

None of your business.

Why is this dude even here?

Slater, chill. Catch you in the morning?

Get it early.

They're out.

Nice.

Nice.

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Hot surfers with no job and they travel the world?

Even if they are murderers.

Send me it.

They left in a pretty big hurry.

Slater made it seem extra urgent.

Maybe they found Koa's killer.

Alright, I'm gonna go see what they're doing. Stay here.

You're adorable.

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What are they doing?

You don't listen, do you?

I don't know.

Those aren't their regular surfboards, though.

There you go. Check the goods, boys.

All good.

Why aren't your regular surfer babes with six-packs?

They're drug smugglers.

Are we gonna arrest them?

No.

Those are bricks of cocaine.

Oh, really?

So, are we gonna call it in?

No.

Okay, did you miss that day in cop school where the kids learned that drug smuggling is illegal?

Look, I don't think these guys killed Koa, alright? But maybe whoever they're selling drugs to did.

So, if we call in narcotics now, our murder investigation goes out with a tide.

Bingo.

Maybe you do have a badge in your future.

Really?

No.

Looks like they're getting ready to roll out. Let's move.

We gonna follow them?

Oh, yeah. We're gonna follow them, alright?

Let's go.

So, when you and Simmons were partners, you took turns driving?

I usually drove. He was a pretty nervous driver.

Well, the fun of being a cop is putting a cherry on the roof and gunning it.

Oh, hey, look. He's turning.

[Truck driving]

So, what next?

Well, now we wait for someone to come pick up the drugs.

[Door opening]

Does this qualify as a stakeout?

Yep. Buckle up, 'cause it could take a while.

Yes! Finally.

Alright.

You brought pistachios?

You've seen me pull a wig, a grappling hook, a pair of four-inch heels out of this bag, but it's the pistachios that surprise you?

You never pulled a grappling hook out of your bag before?

Well, now you have something to look forward to.

Actually, I want these. I want these ones.

Oh, okay.

This real-life detective-ing isn't as exciting as the movies make it out to be.

Okay, so come on. This is usually the part in the movies where the two cops come together and share something personal about themselves.

Well, you're not a cop and we're not partners, so...

Why you gotta hurt me like that?

Fine. Okay, look, if I tell you something personal, will you shut up?

Absolutely.

Great. I'm an open book. What do you want to know?

About a year ago, you went off the rails chasing a case Lee closed. Why?

Who told you that? Simmons?

You know what a chatty-catty he is.

So what happened?

It's a long story, but...

Chili's on the move. He doesn't have the drugs with him.

He must still have them in the room.

Yeah, but what the hell has he been doing for the last hour?

Well, it doesn't take long to raid a mini-bar and refill the bottles with colored water.

I thought I've done that.

So whoever's coming to pick up the bags, chances are they'll be back later.

Alright, I'm gonna follow him. Okay, look, stay here and do not go into that room, okay?

If you see something, just call me.

Roger, roger.

So I'm just supposed to wait here?

Boring.

Where did you put the bags?

You miss me?

You broke into that room, didn't you?

I'm wearing gloves and I'm not touching anything, okay? You taught me well.

Max, get out of there, okay? The traffickers could be there any second.

The duffel bags aren't in here.

What?

Nothing. As in the duffel bags are nowhere to be found.

That's impossible. Chili went in with the bags and he left without them.

Chili's heading back to the beach.

Max?

There is a connecting door though. Maybe that's where Chili made his contact.

Max, stand down.

Max, get out of there.

Max. Max!

I know where the drugs went.

And you didn't get a license plate number?

It's a fruit trucking company called Cranway. The van had a busted taillight.

So you think the homicide is connected to a drug trafficking ring?

Could be a motive for Cole's murder.

Maybe he got in too deep. Messed with the wrong sharks.

I got Simmons and Yates going over Cranway's financials. It looks like they might have been trucking more than just fruit.

Well, this sounds like a job for...

Don't.

Don't.

I'm surprised Memphis didn't tell you, honey.

They didn't. Why do we need an efficiency expert? Is this because of Mr. Tripp? He's really messing things up.

Your new GM?

When Mr. Hickenlooper retired, I was supposed to get that job. But head office gave it to this new guy.

I feel you, honey.

Here are the paper product statistics for the week.

Paper product statistics?

Well, somebody was stealing toilet paper from the bathrooms until I instituted a FOB system and put a stop to personal photocopying.

Give these people an inch, they will take a mile.

Y'all run a tight ship. I bet you even track every truck in vain.

Kathy, I told you how I want the invoices and routing spreadsheets done.

Mr. Tripp, I've been doing this job for 15 years. Three orders were routed to the wrong vendors because of your system.

There are always growing pains to progress. Everything is moving toward the app. I want all the employees up to date.

The app is too complicated.

The only complication I'm seeing is you, Kathy.

I'll get right on it, sir.

My, my. I bet he thinks his son comes up just to hear him crow.

Can you believe when he arrived I thought he was three spoonfuls of young?

But I'm sure that app is going to make my job obsolete.

This company would have gone belly up years ago if it wasn't for me.

I'm putting all this in my report. What else can you tell me?

Well, I hate to gossip, but I think he does drugs.

No. Trust me, sister. A change is going to come. Mark my words.

You are exactly what Cranway needs.

Mercy.

Mercy.

How do you feel about coming to office karaoke tonight after work? It's John Hughes night.

Dibs on pretty and pink.

Now tell me, Kathy, how do y'all manage the trucks and vans?

There's not an ounce of gas or a tenth of a mile that Kathy doesn't make me account for.

That woman is a real stickler for detail.

I know the type. My Aunt Daisy used to count the raisins she put in her sticky buns.

Twelve raisins per bun and sticky sweet bun.

I bet you you could tell me who was driving any van on any given day.

If I couldn't, Kathy would fire me.

Well, how about that old van right there with the busted taillight?

Who was driving it, say, I don't know, last night?

It was a big cheese himself.

Mr. Tripp? Why would he be driving a van?

Who knows about that jerk? Man's bought a brand new luxury car.

But if he wants to drive one of them vans, I ain't about to stop him.

Are you sure about that?

Scott Tripp was definitely driving the van last night.

Oh, and my new best friend tells me that he does drugs.

Plus, he just bought a $300,000 car.

This guy's like a walking cliche.

And now, our prime suspect.

He's on his way home. I bet that's where he stashed the drugs.

I don't want to let these guys out of my sight.

Maybe I can help.

No, you stay put this time, OK? I mean it. I'll take care of it.

What's up, Ellis?

I got something.

On the murder?

On the drugs, but I think they're related.

Look, I need your help on this one, OK?

I need your help on this one, OK?

Mr. Tripp?

This is Detective Simmons. Please step out of your car.

Mr. Tripp?

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We all here?

Yep.

He was shot in the head. Point blank.

Units are coming by with the canines to see if they can sniff out some drugs, but I doubt it.

Did you find the casing?

Yeah.

It's not the same bullet that killed the surfer.

So, two guns, two killers.

Yeah, you still think they're related.

So, the surfers are smuggling drugs, Coa, their leader, is killed, and then Chili, the number two, takes over the drug drop.

Chili drops the drugs off at the motel. Then a Cranway van sent out by Tripp picks the drugs up.

Yeah, then Chili takes out Tripp. Why?

Maybe Coa pissed off Tripp, got greedy, made things difficult, so Tripp killed him.

Then Chili kills Tripp to avenge Coa's murder.

These guys really need to get new names.

Where the hell are you?

I'm at karaoke night with Kathy. She just crushed Don't Forget About Me.

I really need to up my game.

What's the plan?

I'll head back to the Cranway office in the morning, try to get into Tripp's computer, look for something linking them to the surfers.

Cranway's finances are clean. I'll have them run down Tripp's personals.

So, what about you, Keanu?

I'm gonna go poke the bear.

Hey, yo. I'm getting the hell out of here. You guys should too.

Chill, Jesse.

I'm not gonna chill, okay? The cops just picked me up again. They think one of us killed some guy named Tripp.

Who's Tripp?

I don't know.

Why are they trying to pin it on us?

Something about drugs. I had an alibi, so they let me go, but you guys should really get out of here. I think they're on their way back.

Who's Tripp?

You should split. We gotta get out of here.

Chili, what's going on?

I don't know.

Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss. Terrible thing, but he's in a better place now.

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What are you doing in here?

Oh, my stars, Kathy. You gave me a fright. I just came to pay my respects to the dead.

Oh, you heard.

Oh, honey, it's all over the news. What a terrible way to die.

I remember I had an old horse that went lame, and one day Daddy took a shotgun and put poor old Buttercup out of his misery.

When I heard about Mr. Tripp, I just brought back so many memories, you know.

Yes, very sad. I brought cake.

Oh, how thoughtful. Okay, let's go get some forks and plates.

[phone ringing]

I'm in. Guys like Tripp always have the most obvious douche-bee passwords. This'll take but a minute.

Look for anything linking Tripp to Chili or to drugs. Any personal financial hinkiness is also welcomed.

Hinky. Gotcha. By the way, I was thinking lamb tonight.

Ooh, the little chops with the hats on the bones?

They're called mullshits, darling.

Okay, I gotta go. Let me know what you find.

Hey, brah, you still tailing Chili?

Yeah.

So you seeing what I'm seeing?

Yeah, just following you behind him.

[car engine]

Yeah, why would he come back here?

Maybe his relationship with Cranway didn't end with Tripp.

Look, I got eyes on the inside. I'm gonna see where he's headed.

Max, don't.

Later.

Damn it.

Damn it.

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[crash]

Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs.

[phone ringing]

Hey, why did you hang up on me?

Bad connection.

Why are you whispering?

I may be in a vent.

A vent? What?

Kathy and Chili snuck into a storage room and it's the only way I could hear them.

Sounds like she's in trouble. Is she okay?

Well, if you could be quiet for two seconds, I might actually be able to hear them.

If you listen, you call me the chat box.

Okay, I don't like this. I'm calling for backup.

Uh...

Yeah, don't bother.

They seem to be doing just fine on their own.

They must have known each other a long time, because nobody gets it that right after the first few times.

Max, get out of that vent.

Or what? You're going to arrest me for being a peeping tom?

Now that I think about it, that's a really sexist term.

Max, get out now.

I'm going to miss that.

But now we both get what we want, and we'll see each other in a year.

You don't understand. Jesse was serious about the cops. He says they're onto us.

Who's Jesse? The guy you just met?

Damn it, Chili, he could be a cop!

No way!

Surface code. Still, we should get out of here.

Any sudden move and we blow everything.

Our alibi is rock solid.

You were on the livestream when I shot Koa, and I was at karaoke with the office when you shot Tripp.

Chili killed Tripp and Kathy killed Koa. They did each other's murders.

Never done anything like that before.

You know, I mean, smuggling drugs is one thing, but...

You know, one second Tripp's there in his car, then he's dead and I'm holding a gun.

I... I think I saw brains.

Tripp swept in here and was going to undo everything that I had done.

Koa was controlling and mean. Your gang was falling apart.

And now with you as leader, everyone will get their fair share.

Baby, we gave each other the best gift.

Okay.

I love you, Kathy.

Oh, I know they're kissing.

It's actually kind of romantic. Minus the whole murder thing.

Did you record that?

No, of course not. I'm on the phone with you.

Reggie's calling all of them in.

Max, don't.

Reggie, what do you got for us?

Slipped into the Cranway system.

These companies, every room has a key card and every van is low-jacked,

but they never know how to protect their information. It's ridiculous.

Okay, get on with it.

All right, the van from the motel, it was signed out by Tripp, but it was signed out on Kathy's computer.

And boom goes the time right.

So Kathy made it seem like Tripp signed it out, but really it was Kathy in the van that night.

Nothing like a little one-star motel to get a five-star boom chicka boom on.

Hold on a sec.

Simmons.

Hey, I got your buddy Slater over here. He was boarding a train headed east.

Get this, I caught him running home to see his folks in Kansas.

There's no way that kid killed Tripp.

This kid? This kid couldn't kill anybody. He's in the backseat of my car right now crying like a baby.

When we nabbed him, he went from hostile to relieved in a heartbeat.

He tried to hug me.

So what about the drugs?

Yeah, they were stuffed in a mattress at the motel, but that's long gone now.

We got a bolo out on the connect, that Westside gang we've been tracking.

We're gonna hold the kid on a drug charge.

Thanks, Simmons. I owe you.

You bet your ass you do.

All right, Max, we got everything we need. Just get out of there safely, okay?

Yippee-ki-yay, man.

(Max grunting)

Max?

I don't believe we've met. Marcy, efficiency expert. I was just checking the vents. Great circulation.

Babe, what are you doing?

She heard everything.

What happens in the sex closet stays in the sex closet.

Tie her up.

Kat, this isn't part of the plan, okay? I can't do this. I can't do this.

Here, baby. Baby, look at me. Look at me.

We're so close. There's just one thing between us and our freedom.

You know what we have to do.

So, I'm just spitballing here.

How about we go grab some beers, get some nachos, and talk this whole thing out?

Okay, so, uh, I'm guessing no?

(Max panting)

(door creaking)

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Where do I go?

Same place they took care of Koa.

Hey, Ricky, those Lojack vans. I need you to track the one that just left the office.

On it. Sending info to your phone now.

What now, Ellis?

Hey, I need your help.

Untie her.

Why?

Just do it. Now.

Thank you.

Walk with me, Marcy.

Now, since this has to look like a suicide, we're gonna ask you to go ahead and jump.

Okay. I have a feeling you still want me to do the whole jumping thing.

You might survive the fall. Be sure as hell it won't survive a bullet to the head.

Listen, I've been on your side of the law more times than you can guess.

Theft, fraud, forgery. I don't mean to brag, but I have an impressive resume.

I have access to a passport, gal. Contacts at the airport.

You could be in Lisbon by 5 p.m. tomorrow.

Would you go as great waves, babe?

Jump already!

Okay. I see I'm not gonna change y'all's mind.

But to pull off a suicide, you're gonna need a suicide note.

Actually, that's a great idea.

And it's gonna have to sound like me or the cops won't believe it.

Just tell us what you want it to say. We'll write it for you.

I'm not choosing last words. It can be a lot, you know?

It's gotta be something poignant yet truthful.

But if I had to choose right now...

Three, two...

It would definitely be...

Police! On the ground!

Jesse? What the hell?

You're under arrest, Jilly. I'm a cop.

I can't believe you lied to me.

Give up.

You idiot! All you had to do was shut up and leave town.

Love you, Kath.

You're the one that sprung for the afternoon delight, Kathy.

This one's kind of on you.

You alright?

Yeah.

Come on.

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Simmons.

Thanks.

Good work.

You too.

Except for the part where your partner almost died.

Speaking of which, I got a report I need to finish.

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Hey, boss, can we talk?

Are we not knocking anymore?

Well, if you're gonna sit, sit.

Don't put this on, Ellis. It was my fault.

You're a civilian. I don't expect anything from you.

He's a senior officer. He knows better.

You said you needed people you can count on.

You can count on Ellis. He's a good cop.

You've been here three weeks. You think you know so much?

I know Ellis is a good cop.

Well, then you know the drugs in his car weren't his.

What is this all about?

I'm just trying to figure out what happened.

Close the door.

Ellis hasn't dealt with his brother's murder.

He couldn't solve the case and it started eating him up.

He lost all perspective.

I couldn't count on him to make rational decisions or take orders.

I still don't know if I can.

So you demoted him.

It's their job to protect the people of this city.

And it's my job to protect them.

I know Ellis resented my decision.

But I'm okay with that.

Next time, knock, please.

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Hey. I don't remember inviting you for dinner.

Mark invited me. Didn't you, Mark?

All right. I got Ronnie's egg rolls for us and chicken on the sea for him.

Did you come here to talk?

Because I brought Chinese food?

No, because you almost died today, Max.

Look, I've been there many times. It's tough.

Well, I was then. This is now.

So you just brush everything off, is that it?

I never wallow. I just move on.

Anything you need to talk about?

About today?

Or earlier.

No. No, I'm good.

Okay. Well, just know if there's anything you need to talk about...

Oh, please. You'd never let me get a word in edgewise.

Here you go.

That was neat.

I bartended a few summers.

Just a kid with big city ambition whipping up cocktails and dreams for the ladies?

It was a dive bar. It was mostly ex-cons and bikers.

That sounds more like you.

But I like the parallel universe Ellis who's spinning bottles and shaking his stuff for tips.

Shaking his stuff?

Yeah, working it, baby. You know, the running man, the electric slide, the wobble.

Oh, no, no, no. I don't dance.

Oh, we're going to change that.

No, we're not.

Yes, we are. Okay, get up.

Sit down.

Okay, get on up.

I'm not getting up.

Don't be shy. Mark's not even looking.

What?

Okay, here we go.

It's like this.

Mark likes it.

Easy.

This would really turn into a G-bender.

This one?

This one?

This love ain't for real.

Your love is so good to me.

Baby, baby.

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