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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 why'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 giving it to 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.

- Woo! Stoked to be back!
West coast best coast.

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 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, 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 his partner.
- She's a consultant.

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.

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, if the gunshots
went off at 12:05,

high tide's 12:15...

My guess is the
tide took him out

and then 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.

- Looks like board wax. We'll
need to confirm that though.

He was probably a surfer.

- 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 , simmmons,
start with them.

- We're on it.

- If they try their usual my
way or the highway crap,

these guys are going to
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
going to blow this for US.

- Did you hear me give an
order? I didn't ask for your opinion.

- Yes sir.

- Name was koa.
- Koa? Has he got a last name?

- Don't know.

- How long have you known him?
- Don't remember.

- Know anyone that
might want to kill him?

- No.

- Okay. If you guys
don't start cooperating

we're going to drag
you down to the station.

- We're answering
your questions.

- And I'm recording all of this.

You know, to show how
cooperative we're being.

You still want to take US in?

- They're striking out.
- They're doing their job.

- They're following a script.

You 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!

What's
Johnny Utah playing at?

- Identifying with the
Mark. Inspired choice.

Maybe I am rubbing off on him.
- That's what I'm afraid of.

- Bad news. This is our beach.

- Pretty sure it's
everybody's beach.

- You ride here again, and
we're going to have a problem.

- Oh yeah? Is that what
happened to the dead guy?

Did 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 do 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're you doing?
- Hit me. Come on.

- You're going
crazy, you know that?

Whoa!

What the
hell is he doing?

- There's that
element of surprise.

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

Arrest me. Come on.

- Yeah. I'm going to 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've benched you.
- What was that?

- You heard me. I
should've benched you

after you decided to hang
ten instead of doing your job.

- I was doing my job.

- Punching Simmons bought
him a ton of street cred.

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

- Wait, hold the presses,
you two were partners?

How did I not know about this?

- 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, stir things up, then take off.

Like carnies with better abs.

- The guy koa roughed up.
Maybe he came back and pop him.

- All right. Yates ,
Simmons, go pick him up.

- What about me?
- What about US?

Now I know why
Simmons has beef with you.

- Put me in under cover,
sir. I'll get in tight with them.

- No way.
- Then somebody else is gonna die.

Cause those surfers were live
streaming when koa 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 koa,

they're gonna
handle it themselves.

- You observe and report.

And don't make a
move without telling me.

- So you listen to
her but not me. Nice.

- Okay. I'm going to ignore
that because 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.

Have you been
under cover before?

- Yeah, of course.
- So why's li so hard on you?

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

- Okay. So what's
your under cover name?

- Declan.
- Ew! What? No!

Okay, let me think...

Jesse. Yep. I buy
you as a Jesse.

- Okay, so why'd
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? Now let's try this again.
Why'd 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.

Kind of became our thing.

- And that's your story.

So what's your next move?

- Right. Uh... well,
get them to trust me.

- Ugh, Ellis, baiting
a Mark is like dating.

You have to get them to want you.
- And how do I do that, huh?

- By being mysterious
and hard to get.

- Okay, you're going to take
the car, go back to station

and check in with li. Got it?
- Got it.

- You have a
driver's license right?

- Of course. I have nine.

- 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.

- Well, how are you out already?
- I got a really good lawyer.

I'll give you her 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 brah tonight.

You should come by.

- I'll think about it.

- Boss? Ellis called.
He's in with the bruhs.

- Pardon?
- The bruhs. 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 you say we Polish our
shields and pull a code seven?

- I already ate.

- So, uh, what's li'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?

- Li and Ellis used to be tight.
- You're messing with me.

- Ah, he was like Ellis' rabbi.
Brought him up to detective.

- So what happened?

- All right. We were
working a case, right?

Months of work. Stake
outs. Couldn't close it.

Li finally pulls US,
Ellis couldn't let it go.

- Dedicated. Sounds like Ellis.

- Nah, more like... obsessed.

Yeah, he went down
a dark rabbit hole.

Shut me out. Wasn't acting
like himself at all. And then...

... we 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,

and drugs were planted
so they could shut him down.

That's what I think.
- And what does li think?

- Ellis got demoted, did he not?

- It's a wake, for our boy koa.
What's your name, anyway?

Jesse.

- Oi! Everyone! This is Jesse,

and he's the maniac who
was punching those cops

who were hassling US.

Somebody get this dude a beer!

- Thanks.

Cheers!

Cheers!

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

- Yeah. 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. J.T. In Maui.

Been chasing the big
waves together for years.

- Seems like a
pretty tight crew.

- We'll be tighter now.

Koa was a tough guy to please.

- Is that why
somebody killed him?

- I dunno. Maybe.

- Hey chilly. Just got
word, we gotta roll. Now.

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

- None of your business.
Why's this dude even here?

- Slater, chill! Catch you
in the morning? Hit it early.

- Hot surfers with no job
and they travel the world?

Even if they are
murderers, sign me up.

- They left in a
pretty big hurry.

Slater made it
seem extra urgent.

Maybe they found koa's killer.

All right. I'm going to go see
what they're doing. Stay here.

- You're adorable.

- What are they doing?
- You don't listen, do you?

I don't know.

Those aren't their
regular surf boards though.

- There you go!
Check the goods boys!

All good.

- And those 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 you gonna call it in?
- No.

- Okay, did you miss
the day in cop school

where the kids learn that
drug smuggling is illegal?

- Look, I don't think these
guys killed koa, all right?

But maybe whoever
they're selling drugs to did.

So if we
call in narcotics now,

our murder investigation
goes out with the 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 all right.

- So. When you and
Simmons were partners,

you took turns driving?

- I usually drove. He was
a pretty nervous driver.

- Hmm. Half the
fun of being a cop

is putting a cherry on
the roof and gunning it.

- Oh, hey, look, he's turning.

- So what next?

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

- Does this qualify
as a stake out?

- Yep. And buckle up,
cause it could take a while.

- Yes! Finally!

All right.

- 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?

- Okay, you've never
pulled a grappling hook

out of your bag before.

- Well, now you have
something to look forward to.

Actually, I want, I
want these ones too.

- Oh, okay.

- This real life
detectiving isn't as exciting

as the movies make it out to be.

Okay, so come on.

Now 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

li closed, why?

- Who told you that, Simmons?

- You know what
a chatty Cathy he is.

So what happened?

- It's a long story, but...

Chilly's on the move.

He doesn't have
the drugs with him.

- He must have left
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.

Not that I've done that.

So whoever's coming
to pick up the bags,

chances are
they'll be back later.

All right, i'm
going to follow him.

Okay, look, stay here and do
not go into that room. Okay?

You see something, just call me.

- Roger, dodger.

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 duffle bags
aren't in here.

- What?

- Nothing. As in the duffle
bags are nowhere to be found.

- That's impossible.

Chilly went in with the bags
and he left without them.

Chilly's heading
back to the beach.

Max?

- There is a connecting
door, though.

Maybe that's where
chilly met 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 tail light.

- So you think the
homicide is connected

to a drug trafficking ring?

- Could be a motive
for koa's murder.

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

- I got Simmons and Yates
going over cranway's financials,

looks like they might have
been trucking more than just fruit.

- Well this sounds like a job for...
- 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. Trip?
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
products statistics for the week.

- Paper products statistic?

- 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 and Van.

- Kathy! I told you
how I want the invoices

and routing spreadsheets done!

- Mr. Trip, 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
towards 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 the sun
comes up just to hear him crow.

- Can you believe
when he arrived

I thought he was
three spoonfuls of yum?

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

This company would've
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! Oh, trust me sister,

a change is gonna come.

Mark my words.

- You are exactly
what cranway needs.

- Marcy.
- Marcy.

How do you feel about coming to
office karaoke tonight after work?

It's John Hughes night.

- Ah, dibs on pretty in pink.

Now tell me Kathy, how do you
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.

- Ugh, 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 fun.

I betcha 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 tail light.

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

- It was the big cheese himself!

- Mr. Trip? Why would
he be driving a Van?

- Ah, who knows with 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 Trip 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 dollar car.

- This guy's like
a walking cliché.

- 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, okay? 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, okay?

- Mr. Trip?

This is detective Simmons,
please step out of your car.

Mr. Trip!

- We all here?
- Yep. Yep.

- He was shot in the
head. Point blank.

Uni's are coming
by with the k-9s

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. And you still
think they're related.

- So the surfers were
smuggling drugs, koa, their leader

is killed, and then
chilly, the number two,

takes over the drug drop.

Chilly drops off the
drugs at a motel.

Then a cranway Van sent
out by Trip picks the drugs up.

- Yeah, and then chilly
takes out Trip. Why?

- Maybe koa pissed
off Trip, got greedy.

Made things difficult
so Trip killed him.

- Then chilly kills Trip
to avenge koa'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 Trip's computer.

Look for something
linking them to the surfers.

Cranway's
financials are clean.

I'll have them run
down Trip's personals.

- So what about you, Keanu?
- I'm gonna go poke the bear.

- Hey, yo! I'm getting the hell
outta here. You guys should too.

- Oh, chill, Jesse.

- I'm not gonna chill, ok? The
cops just picked me up again.

They think one of US
killed some guy named Trip.

- Who's Trip?
- 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 Trip?

- You should split. I'm
gonna get out of here.

- Chilly! What's going on?

- Oh, I'm so
sorry for your loss.

Terrible thing, but he's
in a better place now!

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. Trip,

just brought back so
many memories, you know?

- Yes. Very sad.

I brought cake.

- Oh, how thoughtful!

Okay, lets go get
some forks and plates.

- I'm in. Guys like Trip
always have the most

obvious douche b passwords.

This will take about a minute.

- Look for anything linking
Trip to chilly. Or to drugs.

Any personal financial
hankiness is also welcomed.

- Hanky. Gotcha.

By the way I was
thinking lamb tonight.

- Oh! The little chops
with the hats on the bones?

They're called
manchettes, darling.

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

Hey bruh, you
still tailing chilly?

- Yeah.

- So you're seeing
what I'm seeing?

Yep. Just
pulling in behind him.

Yeah, why would
he come back here?

- Maybe his relationship with
cranway didn't end with Trip.

- Look, I got
eyes on the inside.

I'm gonna see where he's
headed. : Max, don't.

- Later!

- Dammit.

- Come out to the coast,

we'll get together,
have a few laughs...

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 chilly 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.

Jeez, and you call
me the chatterbox.

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

- Uhh... yeah, don't bother.

They seem to be doing
just fine on their own.

They must've
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?

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

- Max, get out, now!
- Shhhh.

- I'm gonna miss that.

But now we both
got what we want,

and we'll see each
other in a year?

Yeah. You
don't understand.

Jesse was serious
about the cops.

He says they're on to US!
- Who's Jesse?

A guy you just met? Dammit,
chilly, he could be a cop!

- No way! Surfer's code.

Still, we should
get out of here.

- Any sudden moves
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 Trip!

- Chilly killed Trip
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
Trip's there in his car.

Then he's dead and
I'm holding the gun?

I think I saw brains.

- Trip 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, and now they're kissing.

It's actually kind of romantic,
minus the whole murder part.

- Did you record that?

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

Ricky's calling,
I'll loop him in.

- No, Max, don't!

Ricky, what
do you got for US?

- Slipped into the
cranway system.

These companies!

Every room has a keycard,
and every Van is lojacked,

but they never know how
to protect their information!

It's ridiculous.
- Okay get on with it.

Okay, the Van from the
motel? It was signed out by Trip.

But it was signed out
on Kathy's computer.

- And boom goes the dynamite.

- So Kathy made it seem
like Trip 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.

Oh, 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 Trip.

- This kid? This kid
couldn't kill anybody.

He's in the back seat of my
car right now, crying like a baby.

When we nabbed him,
he went from hostile

to relieved in a heart beat.

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 West Side 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, moth--

- 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!

- Kath, this isn't part of the
plan! Okay? I can't do this.

I can't do this!
- Okay, 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
spit balling here.

How about we go grab
some beers, get some nachos,

and talk this whole thing out?

Okay so, I'm guessing no?

- Where do I go?

- Same place we
took care of koa.

- Hey, Ricky? Those
lojacked 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 going to 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.

You sure as hell 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 five pm tomorrow!

- Portugal has great waves, babe!
- Jump already!

- Okay. I see I'm not
gonna change y'alls mind.

But to pull off a suicide,

you're going to
need a suicide note.

- Actually, that's a great idea.

- And it's going to 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.

- Mmm. 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, chilly. I'm a cop.

- I can't believe
you lied to me.

- Get 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 all right?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- 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.

- 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.

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

- Marc invited me.
Didn't you, Marc?

All right. I got
Ronny's eggrolls for US,

and chicken of 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, that 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 edge wise.

Here you go.

- That was neat.

- Yeah, I bartended
a few summers.

- Hmm. Just a kid
with big city ambition

whipping up cocktails
and dreams for the ladies?

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

- Mmm, 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.
No, I don't dance.

- Oh, we're going
to change that.

- No, we're not.
- Yes we are! Okay, get up!

- Sit down.
- Get on up!

- I'm not getting up!
- Don't be shy.

Marc's not even looking.
- What?

Okay? Here we go.

It's like this.

Marc likes it.

Easy.

This one's really
trendy too right now.

♪ Nobody can tell me,
this love ain't for real ♪

♪ now babe there
ain't no doubt about it ♪

♪ your love is so
good to me... ♪♪