(Hanni El Khatib's "You Rascal You" playing)
Epstein's better than I thought he'd be.
Uh, yeah.
He's the reason 15's gonna own 27.
- 1 00 bucks. - 27 is a superior division.
- I'll bet you anything. - 1 00 bucks.
- 100 bucks. - Yeah.
1 00 bucks. You guys shut up, please.
You're like the urban cowboy... on fire.
- Right? - (Dov groans)
Come on.
Oh, I just gotta get my stuff together.
What stuff?
You know, my things, my stuff.
Okay.
Go ahead. I'll catch up to you.
(groans)
- Wh-- - Nothing. It's nothing.
I--I think I tweaked my back a little bit on that last jump,
but... I'm fine.
Well, is it bad, like, hospital bad?
No. No, it's...
Yeah, it's bad.
♪ When they bring your dead body in ♪
♪ I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you ♪
So any cute boys at horse camp?
I don't know. I wouldn't know. I don't care.
l'm over cops, completely over them.
l wouId have thought it'd be the perfect time
to get right back up on that horse.
No, I want to be alone right now.
(chuckIes) Andy McNally, lone wolf?
So?
- I get it. I like it. - All right.
(Dov) Ladies.
- Hey. - How's the back?
Back's fine. It's my heart that's broken.
You know how long I've been looking forward
to this mounted unit training?
Yeah, I'm surprised they cleared you to get back out on shift.
Oh, no, I'm--I'm fine.
It's just a lateral muscle sprain.
No big deaI. As Iong as l take a couple of these every few hours,
I'm good to go.
Just... no cantering for a while.
The reins go to the horse's mouth,
but Western, the reins go over--
Really? I mean, come on.
It's like I'm not already having a crappy enough day?
Chris was just teaching me
the difference between riding Western and English.
What, were you taking notes yesterday?
Yeah. I mean...
Dov really wouldn't know, because he's too busy
popping pills and icing his back.
AII right, guys. We're gonna be late.
We should probably get to Parade.
Hey, do you want me to caII wheeI-trans?
No, it's okay.
I'll just take your broomstick.
(slap on back) Ohh!
- Callaghan. - Hey.
Kirkus trial. (clears throat)
Evidence box 9 of 26.
Wow. If these get too heavy,
give us a holler. I'll call you a rookie.
Yeah, thanks.
And lift with your legs.
Right.
You know what? Hey, hey. Come here.
Hey. I got something I want to run by you, all right? Something personal.
I say go for it, brother. Shave that back.
Ass. You're an ass.
Where to start? Where to start?
Says here, "Your rooks showed up nervous,
"rode tight, came generally unprepared.
The candidates from 27 Division fared far better."
- Sir, if--if I might-- - Skip it, Epstein.
You're the only one who got a decent report.
- (grunts) - Now you all might think
that this mounted training is no big deal,
special skill to pad your résumé,
but I went to bat for you on this,
told them that I had 3 rookies from 15
who was worth their time.
That is the person who deserves your very best.
And I expect much better from you today.
Moving on.
Detective CaIIaghan is prepping the Kirkus trial.
Officer Williams testifies tomorrow morning.
Now the rest of you, get out there.
You may be the best rookies downtown has to offer,
but you don't know squat about horses,
and that's all that matters to me.
So hit your stalls, tack up, and let's learn how to ride.
Of course I don't know squat about horses.
What's that guy's problem?
You want me to ask him?
No, I don't want you to ask him.
I swear, this job attracts power-tripping, insecure controI freaks.
Not you.
(sighs) Hey, guy.
l swear, Diaz. l don't know how you get any work done, man.
Don't even try, Samuels. l'm off cops.
Aw, shucks. I should have pounced back at the Academy
when I had my chance.
You never had a chance.
I love you. (chuckles)
Well, at least I get to hang out with my buddy Diaz over here.
I've been trying to get together with this guy for ages,
but then my best old friend here gets a girIfriend and--
Oh, not just a girlfriend, a Peck.
- Hey. - Whoa.
(horse snorts)
Seriously, man.
Nobody's ever been such a good friend.
You know that.
Dude. (chuckles)
It's just so good to hang out with you again, man.
- Dude, right? Yes! - Yeah, man. Yeah! Pah!
(SamueIs) Remember, remember, remember?
(blows) Booyah!
- (imitates gunfire) - Bang! Bang!
- Ay, yi, yi, yi! - Wow.
(clears throat) Uh, what?
Screw horse camp. This is what I love right here--
the open road, serving, protecting.
Picking up losers all day long.
I happen to enjoy my job.
(dispatcher on radio) S-1 , attend 1 582 Spadina for a bomb threat.
Female caller said there's a bomb in the restaurant kitchen.
ETF is on scene. Request units for backup.
1519 on it.
(siren wailing)
Sweet. Things are looking up.
Oh, right, 'cause you get to see your new girlfriend Betty Bombsquad?
You know what? There's a Iot you could learn from Sue, okay?
She's fearless, courageous, hilarious,
and she doesn't have a clove of garlic where her heart's supposed to be.
Oh, really? 'cause there's actually a couple things
you can learn from Chris.
Well, I guess we're both with the right people.
Yeah, I guess so.
(siren whoops, indistinct conversations)
(Dov) Traci Nash flying solo.
- Yeah, I like it. It's nice and quiet. - Oh, Iucky you.
All right, so I need you guys to keep everyone
- outside the perimeter. - You find anything yet?
l just got here. CIeared it, but we still have to sweep.
- Could be a swatter. - What the hell is a swatter?
Someone who calls in a fake bomb threat
to see his awesome girlfriend in action.
So what, we still don't know if there's a bomb in there?
Some woman called it in, tried to, uh, block the number.
Took our binary guys about five seconds to crack it. Here.
Mary Vu, 1290 Carlaw.
All right, let's go.
Oh, if you don't mind, I'll, uh, steal Epstein here.
I could use him on scene.
Keys.
Hey, looks like I'm riding with you.
Yeah, so much for quiet and nice.
Officer Williams? Noelle?
Noelle, you got a minute?
How's it going?
Uh, trial prep--it's--it's--it's good. lt's going good.
No, l'm taIking about the whole baby thing,
the wanting to have one, the IVF?
Everything's fine. Thanks for asking.
Okay.
Noelle...
You know, l think we should talk about this.
- You do, huh? - Yeah.
Well, I don't.
Got it.
(crowd speaking Cantonese)
Ma'am, how many times do l have to teII you?
No more pictures, please.
(camera shutters clicking)
Seriously? Oh.
(woman) See you smile, ah?
A--A bomb threat?
Call was traced to your cell phone.
It wasn't me.
Oh, so you're saying your phone called all on its own, ma'am?
I don't even know where it is.
Someone must have stolen it.
(cell phone ringing)
So someone stole your phone, called in a bomb threat,
and then put it back in your pocket?
Guess so.
Don't test me.
I'm not afraid of you.
Well, you should be.
Well, I'm not.
What do you say, Officer Nash,
we take her back to the station and find out the whoIe story?
- I'll meet you on the street! - Do it!
Mary!
(Gail) I got her!
Mary, hold up! Hey! (handcuffs clicking)
If you want to arrest me, go ahead!
I have nothing to say to you!
What is going on here?
Seriously, Mary, what's going on?
I have nothing to say to you.
Mary, you gotta tell us what you know.
Is there a bomb in that restaurant or not?
- l have to pee. - Not gonna work.
I just took you five minutes ago.
- What do you want from me? - The truth!
It's the easiest thing to remember.
Why did you call in a bomb threat?
That restaurant is a known hangout for gang activity, okay?
If you are connected, we're gonna find out.
I worked there for six months washing dishes.
The owner never paid me a cent.
I want to get back at him.
You're lying.
You're scared.
You don't know me.
No, but I do know what it's like
to be acting all tough when really you're terrified.
You can trust me, okay?
Mary, you can trust me.
(door release buzzes, beeps)
(clears throat) That is a surveillance photo
taken at David Ing's wedding,
Shangri-la Banquet Hall, two months ago.
This is Officer Swarek. He works in our Guns and Gangs unit.
That's you, Mary, uh, cuddling up to--
I'm guessing that's your boyfriend--
and you guys are sitting next to Tommy Chan, crime boss of Wah Ching.
- l have to pee. - Well, fire away.
You won't be the first person to go in here,
and when you're all done, you're gonna teII me how you know Tommy Chan.
Can I speak to you a minute, Officer Swarek?
(door release buzzes, beeps)
I think I can get her to talk.
Epstein says the restaurant's clear. No bomb.
All right, you want to start with finding out why she called in a hoax, please?
That, I can do.
place your cup of water on the second poIe
without spilling a drop.
You got it?
All right, McNally, you're up.
(blows whistle)
I can't wait to see McNally trot.
(horse snorts)
(Instructor) Eyes forward. Find a spot for your turn.
- Yeah. - Head up!
♪ Meet the night, babe ♪
♪ Oh, God, come alive ♪
♪ You've been lyin' ♪
- ♪ Lyin' and cheatin' ♪ - (horse snorts)
♪ Cheatin' and breakin'... ♪
Next.
Dude, you are so going down out there.
Pfft! In your dreams, Edmonton.
- Ah, Edmonton! - (laughs)
Just like the old days, brother, back at the academy.
Diaz. Samuels.
Are you nervous?
Nah, man, compared to what I've had to go through,
this is a friggin' holiday.
Why, man? What's, uh-- What's going on?
- Diaz! - Looks like you're up, man.
Work your magic, brother.
All right, come on.
- Whoa. Hey. - (snorts)
All landed immigrants from Hong Kong the last five years.
Are these just the men?
Whoa, whoa. Wait. Go back a photo. Let me see him.
- (Gail) That guy? - Yeah.
There's no record of him. He's not even a known associate.
We need a name.
(cell phone chimes)
Sue Tran. Drinks with ETF. Do I go?
Why wouldn't you?
Uh, because she's like "The Hurt Locker."
I'm a rookie cop.
Dov, if you stayed home every single time someone was cooler than you,
Bingo.
We got a match.
I know you don't think so, but...
you can talk to me, Mary.
I mean, sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger.
You gotta think of it like...
confession.
(knock, door release buzzes, beeps)
This is Officer Epstein.
You've already met Officer Peck.
Coffee.
Oh, you made me run after you.
I am not getting you a coffee.
No, it's just... the smell.
(Sam) Kenneth Chan--
arrived from Hong Kong two years ago,
sponsor Bo Chan, relationship--great-aunt.
Mary, what can you teII us about your boyfriend Kenneth?
Supersonic sense of smell.
I should've known.
And Kenneth is the father.
Mary?
He not like his family, all right?
But his cousin Tommy always pressuring him,
"Come. Work for me."
Kenny always say no,
but when I told him about the baby,
he says we need the money.
(Sam) Right. The gangster with a heart of gold.
Where have I heard that story before?
Maybe from every girlfriend
of every banger I've ever met.
So, sorry if we don't empathize.
I don't care! I telling the truth.
Last night, he tell me.
He says I can't tell anyone.
He going to work for his cousin, join the gang.
So why would he make you call in a bomb threat
to a rival gang's restaurant?
He didn't!
I just--
I just want to buy some time,
shut the place down, convince him not to do it!
Do what, exactly?
The Wah Ching, Chinese gang.
Huge in the late seventies, early eighties.
Chinese immigrants who'd come over from Hong Kong
with nothing to Iose, and these are their kids,
Wah Ching's second generation.
Gangbanging is all they've ever known.
All right, and that makes them even more dangerous.
Tommy Chan here, he's now the acting Dai Lo.
- The boss? - Yeah. You speak Cantonese?
No, sir. You just put him at the top of the pyramid.
- Oh. Yeah. - All right, listen up.
Two weeks ago, a truck carrying
200 grand worth of Wah Ching merchandise was hijacked,
probably by a rival triad.
Is it heroin? Opium?
Counterfeit designer watches.
Sell for 30, 40 bucks a pop in Chinatown.
Look, Kenny Chan's hit
You're gonna go and have a IittIe chat with her.
And, Nash, since you built a rapport with the girlfriend,
get her discharged.
- On it, sir. - AII right.
We've got about four hours to find this garbage
and get him off the street before he shoots somebody.
Okay, let's do it.
- Epstein. - Yeah?
That's my line.
Great to see Samuels, huh?
Not really. What happened with you guys anyway?
I mean, you guys were inseparable at the Academy.
Uh, yeah. l don't know-- hours, different divisions.
I guess.
Officer McNally, can I speak to you, please?
Yep.
(lowered voice) If I'm not back in 10...
Okay.
(exhaIes deepIy) McNally in riding pants.
God, I love my job.
- (chuckIes) Yeah. - I really do, you know that?
- I love being a cop. - Me, too.
It's all I ever wanted, dude.
So, uh--So what's going on?
Ah, nothing, really. It's...
Nah, come on, man. Maybe I can help.
(horse neighs)
Well, a few weeks ago, I was riding solo,
back end of a 10 out of 12.
I was up at least 30 hours straight.
Fell asleep at the wheel, brother.
Wrapped my cruiser around a pole.
Are you serious?
I mean, a-are they investigating?
Well, yeah, you know, standard stuff-- how fast I was going,
you know, how many shifts I worked in a row,
was alcohol a factor?
- Was it? - No.
God, no. Dude,
l Iearned my Iesson from last time, man.
But they are looking into my past record.
Yeah, I know.
I know. Long time ago, right?
But the thing is, someone is, uh, supposed to call you.
- What? - Dude.
Come on, man. It was me and you in the car.
You were the only other guy there.
Who else are they gonna call, man?
And you gave a sworn deposition, so...
Look, are you asking me to Iie for you again?
No, but I'm saying
maybe we should just stick to the same story.
You know what, man?
It's just been so great hanging out with you.
I--You know what? l'm sorry l just--
I'm sorry I even brought this up. I mean, this is--
l feeI an obIigation as your best friend to tell you,
give you a heads-up, you know?
They probably won't even call.
Don't worry about it. It's good.
- (cell phone chimes) - Me?
(chuckles) No. God, no.
Wish you were here. XOXO, Chris."
There's a man who doesn't hide his feeIings.
What does that mean?
(mouth full) Mm. Nothing.
No, no. He's, uh...
Dude's my best friend, all right?
It's just he's not exactly complex.
Are you calling my boyfriend simple?
No, I'm calling him amazing. He's got such a big heart.
You know, he's like a big, uh... border coIIie.
(cup thuds)
Wow. Why are you being such a jerk?
Honestly, I mean, this is supposed to be fun, you know,
riding horses out in the fresh air.
This is supposed to be a break from drugs
and domestics and dead bodies.
Where was your last homicide?
- When or where? - Where.
Jane and Finch.
Last week, the corridor in front of the sub shop?
- You worked that? - Yeah, I did.
Us, too. After you left,
when everybody was too afraid to come out of their houses.
What do you mean?
I rode up there with a few guys,
and the kids ran out into the street to see the horses.
Their parents came, too.
People returned to the streets,
which makes the neighborhood safe.
I'm from that neighborhood.
(horse neighs)
People don't trust cops.
But these animals,
these horses, they humanize us.
I just love this unit a lot.
Did I really look like I was playing an accordion?
A really big one, very badly.
(chuckles)
(Anya Marina) ♪ Semester is out ♪
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ The teacher is in ♪
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ There ain't no exams ♪
♪ But, oh, you better bet you're gonna learn somethin' ♪
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ So get in the van ♪
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
(Instructor) 22 seconds flat.
Nice work, McNally.
- Thank you. - ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
(helicopter hovering)
All right, listen, brother, that thing that I wanted to run by you--
- Yeah, right, the personal matter. - Don't say it like that, though.
- You can't hoist the sail? - No, Iisten.
That is not what l'm talking about here, okay?
I got the opposite problem.
When Zoe and I got married, she made three rules.
She said that if I stuck to the rules, we'd have no probIems.
All right?
There is no hard drugs.
There is no head spins, no strippers.
No head spins? What are head spins?
l did some break dancing in my teens, my early 20s.
You never did any break dancing.
That's not the point. That's not the point.
Price's retirement dinner last weekend...
Yeah, I was there. What about it?
Yeah, no, after the dinner, some of the boys
moved the party over to Jilly's.
Oh, strippers.
Not, "Oh, strippers." This is the first time--
- Hey, hey. - What?
First time in 14 years of marriage
that I ever broke one of her rules.
- All right. - Okay?
Now this is my question: Do l teII her?
I don't know.
Yes, 100% . Tell her.
Good. Okay.
- All right. - Thank you, brother.
- You're welcome. - (OIiver sighs)
(pats shoulder)
Let's go get some dim sum.
Sure.
Mmm. Mmm.
Hot water with lemon? You okay?
It's for a girl we brought in. She's pregnant.
The hoax bomb threat. And she's still here?
Yeah, paperwork is taking forever.
Right.
Well, then you go with that.
I mean, the whole time we've been dating,
your instincts have only been wrong once.
Medieval Times?
Yep.
How was that not fun?
We got to swill mead.
You're a good cop with good instincts.
- (pats shoulder) - Trust that.
- MiIady. - (door release beeps)
One hot water with lemon.
Thank you. It's all I can stomach.
You kidding?
I lived on ginger tea and arrowroot.
You have a kid?
Yeah. I have a son. He's seven.
You look great.
Hmm. Well, you know,
it helps when you have them in high schooI.
High school?
It's okay. It's not a secret.
Not anymore.
Your husband, he a cop, too?
I don't have a husband.
So you raise him on your own?
Pretty much, yeah.
My mom helps out a lot, though.
My mom in China.
Well, still, she must be pretty excited.
I can't be part of this.
I agree.
I can't bring a kid into that. l know.
But I don't know how I going to do it on my own.
(cell phone beeps)
Your paperwork has come through, Mary.
You're free to go.
Come on.
I'm gonna give you a lift.
Okay?
It was, like, ten minutes ago, man.
I swear to you. I saw him myself.
And you're sure it was Kenny Chan?
He was leaving that nightclub, Fluid.
Go check it out, man. He can't be far.
All right. Don't buy drugs.
Thanks, Sammy.
So what do we think Kenny Chan is doing
in the entertainment district at 4 P.M. on a Tuesday afternoon?
Picking up a piece, maybe.
Here, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.
(police radio chatter, cell phone rings)
Here, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny.
- Peck here. - Hey, it's Swarek.
We got a 20 on Kenny Chan. We think he's armed.
I need you and Epstein outside his apartment
in case he shows up there.
- Roger that. - Stake out the apartment.
Like anything is gonna happen there.
Please. (siren wailing)
Are you okay?
Always the bridesmaid,
never the bomb squad. (chuckles)
What are you babbling about?
Shh. Not so loud.
I have very small listening cones.
What is wrong with you?
Nothing. (pills rattle)
Dov? Dov, how many of those have you taken?
Excellent question, Officer Peck.
Not one l can answer, but excellent question.
(door creaks, switch clicks)
(Traci) Okay.
But, uh...
would you mind just staying for a bit?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
I'm, uh, at the end of my shift,
and my kid's with his dad tonight. So...
Do you have ginger?
Yes.
Honey?
Yes.
- Lemon? - Yes.
Okay, why don't you take a seat?
I'll make you some of that famous ginger tea.
(pills rattle)
(Gail) I can't believe you're stoned on duty.
I took the right dose.
Must be having an adverse reaction.
Yeah, you and me both.
Be cool, Gail. Be cool.
Shut up.
You have any five-cent candies?
I love that she watches stupid dancing shows
even though she can't dance.
I love that she's pretty and funny and smart,
pretty much the most incredible girI that l've ever dated.
The only thing wrong with her...
She's dating an idiot for a boyfriend
who's higher than a lab monkey?
No.
The only thing wrong with her
is that she's not you.
What?
I mean, if she was you
or if I was Chris,
I'd believe in luck of the soul,
the possibility of anything.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
And I'd marry you. I would.
Mm-hmm.
And we'd open our presents
on Christmas morning, not Christmas Eve.
And I'd take a desk job. l'd hit 50.
I'd lose my hair, my mind,
Iisten to jazz, embarrass our kids.
Our kids,
with their straw-colored hair...
and your eyes.
And I'd wake up every morning
and wonder at my dumb, dumb, dumb luck.
(kiss)
If I was Chris.
(indistinct conversations in Cantonese)
Yo, yo, yo. Come here!
(Oliver) Why is the place empty?
(siren wailing nearby)
Plenty of room to shoot somebody?
Maybe.
Oh.
Red star hoodie.
Thank God for gang symbols.
(Oliver) Kenny Chan, stop where you are.
On your knees. Hands where I can see them.
Wrong guy, Sam. Get up.
- Good evening, officers. - Tommy Chan.
I believe you're looking for my cousin Kenny.
You can search all you want.
You won't find anything.
Shut up. Check his texts and his calls.
Turn around. Put your hands behind your back.
Last text was two minutes ago.
- What's it say? - It's Cantonese.
l don't know. You can, uh, speak Cantonese?
No? You? Yeah? Can you translate this for me?
What does this say?
"It's her. Mary is the leak."
(Oliver) Huh? Mary?
"Mary is the leak"?
That's Kenny's girlfriend.
She called in the bomb threat.
There wasn't gonna be a hit.
It was a test.
They fed her bogus information.
And she called us.
She walked right into it.
Mary Vu, that's who they're gonna kill.
(siren wailing)
Mary Vu's not picking up her cell.
All right, call Peckstein.
Let's start with getting 'em over to Mary Vu's place.
We'll drop Tommy off and meet 'em there.
(cell phone ringing)
Gimme that.
The phone, Dov.
Uh, Peck here.
Where's Epstein? Where are you guys?
King and Spadina. Uh, what's happening?
All right, the hit's on Mary Vu. 1290 Carlaw.
You gotta get there right now.
1290 CarIaw. We're on it. Okay.
It's as bad as they say, isn't it, labor pain?
Worse.
Great.
But then it's crazy.
'Cause, like, minutes later,
then you have this child Iying on your chest,
and it's like... amnesia.
It's blissful amnesia.
- (siren wailing) - Dov?
- Dov! - I'm okay.
My God, I don't believe this.
Dispatch, this is 1519.
We're heading to 1290 Carlaw. We need backup.
(dispatcher on radio) Copy. 1503 and 1522,
- please proceed to 1290 Carlaw. - Gail, I'm okay.
- Shut up! - ...requesting backup.
I'm just gonna grab your tea. l'II be right back.
(gun cocks)
What the hell are you doing here?
Put the gun down.
What are you doing here?
- (cell phone rings) - Turn it off.
(Mary) Officer Nash? You okay in there?
- (ring) - Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine. Just relax.
Get on your knees.
- (ring) - Please.
- Just get on your knees. - Okay. Okay.
(ring)
Give me your gun.
Take it easy.
Come on. Just give me your gun.
No.
- Kenny? - Get back in the living room!
What the hell are you doing?!
You talked to the cops?
I told you you couldn't tell another living soul,
and you talk to the cops?! How couId you?
What the heII eIse was I supposed to do?
What are you gonna do? You gonna shoot me?
- Stay back! - Okay, calm down.
(siren wailing) Everybody just calm down.
(GaiI) WeII, somebody obviously beat us here.
Who's in car 1504? Oh, look who I'm asking.
Dispatch, this is 1 51 9. Who the hell is in car 1504?
No, it's not. You can still walk.
You haven't done anything yet, not reaIIy.
(cell phone ringing)
You can still get out of this.
She toId us because she loves you, Kenny.
- (ringing) - She wants to get out of here
with you, somewhere safe,
and you can do that right now. You can stiII do it.
You can still walk away.
- No answer. - Hey. Whoa.
Get back in the car.
- GaiI, l'm fine. - Get back in the car.
What happens when backup gets here, and I'm sitting in the squad car?
We tell them the truth.
You had a really bad reaction to some medication that you're on,
and that's it. It wasn't safe for you to go in.
Now get back in the-- Get back in the car.
Sit tight.
Just stay here.
Watch the door. I'm sure it's nothing.
Give me your pills.
How are we supposed to make it?
- We will make it. - We need money.
So we do what we have to do.
Listen to Mary, Kenny.
If that means washing dishes,
that's what we will do, for her.
You will do it for her. Okay?
You're gonna do it all for that tiny, little person in there,
the one that's making your girlfriend so sick right now.
Okay?
You can do it.
You will make it.
(sets gun down)
- (door opens) - (Gail) Police!
Officer Nash, is everything okay in there?
Yeah, come in. You can cuff him.
Kenny Chan,
you're under arrest for assault with a weapon.
I didn't want to do this.
I never wanted to do any of this.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
- (crying) - It's okay.
Must've been nice to hang out with Samuels.
You guys are like old friends, huh?
Yeah, we were. Just haven't seen him in a while.
Maybe that's why he signed up.
You know, it wasn't until he heard you were gonna be here
that he showed any interest.
- What? - Will you excuse me a second?
Wow. You clean up good.
Oh, wow.
I just sent my daily report off to your staff sergeant.
- Mm-hmm. - You want to know what it says?
No, I don't. I don't care.
You know what? I had a lot of fun today.
I feel better than I have in a Iong time.
- Go out with me. - Pardon me?
I'm a lot better with horses than l am peopIe,
but I would really like to take you out.
Nope. No, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm not ready for that.
You just--You'd be a rebound,
and, uh, I think you deserve better than that, but thank you.
For what?
I really needed you...
and this.
HoId on a second. Did you fudge my competition time
'cause you wanted to ask me out?
(scoffs) Absolutely.
So you're gonna be harder on me tomorrow?
Absolutely.
- Great. - (horse nickers)
(Man) Beers tonight, boys?
You knew I was gonna be here, didn't you?
That's the only reason you signed up for this training.
- Whoa, bro-- - No, don't--don't--
Don't "bro" me, okay?
Look, I don't know what happened this time.
Okay, I wasn't there this time,
but I do know what happened last time. Here's what I know.
Okay, we went out, you got hammered,
you wouldn't give me the keys, you did 120 in a 60 zone,
and you wrapped your car around a tree.
Okay, and then I lied about it. That's what I know.
Yeah, you know what? And if you say that,
they'll just know you covered for me. You'II go down just as hard.
I know.
Chris,
you've worked hard for this, man.
You've worked way too hard for this.
I know! Okay?
Which is why I'm gonna do it again.
Why is why I'm gonna lie--for you--again.
Cool.
Hey, listen, some of the guys are going out for--
What, for drinks?
Yeah, but--
Nah, man, I'm out.
(police radio chatter, siren waiIs)
(papers sIam, telephones ringing)
(indistinct conversations)
(Velcro rips)
(keypad beeps)
(cell phone rings)
Hey.
(Jerry) You still at that girl's place?
Yeah. l don't want her to wake up alone, so...
You think that conspiracy charge on Tommy Chan'II stick?
I don't know.
I mean, that lawyer's suit's worth more than my car.
- (chuckles) Long odds. - Yeah.
Jerry, we're good, right?
What do you mean?
We're gonna be good, right?
I don't know.
Well, you're a good cop,
good instincts.
What does your gut say?
- Thank you so much, brother. - What for, man?
Well, I just--I talked to Zoe Iike you toId me to,
- told her about the strippers. - And?
WeII, she toId me not to come home tonight!
What the hell are you doing asking me for relationship advice?
Well, you got me, man. l don't know.
Just give her some time, brother.
- She'll come around. - Oh, yeah?
She'll come around.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah, yeah?
Guess what. Until then, you're buying.
And guess what.
I'm your new roommate.
(laughs)
The thing is I know what you're gonna say,
and I--I get it. I agree 100% . You can't do it. You can't.
I mean, I wouldn't.
- Can't what? - (sighs)
You can't start dating a 38-year-old woman who wants a baby so badly
she's working every overtime shift she can get
to pay for very expensive fertiIity treatments.
I mean, why the hell would you jump onboard for that?
I mean, we haven't even kissed yet.
(man) ♪ Don't turn ♪
♪ Us around ♪
♪ Don't turn ♪
♪ Us around ♪
♪ Trees... ♪
Thanks.
Oh, God.
I make a terrible lone wolf.
You do.
Okay, if I tell you something,
you promise just to keep it between us?
Sure.
(sighs)
I love being a cop.
(Chris) All right. I'm gonna call Gail.
- Be right back? - Yep.
All right.
You know, I really don't mind driving you home.
- It's really not a big deal. - No, it's okay.
The nurse said I was fine, you know?
- I'll just stick to juice. - Okay.
I told Chris we'd meet him inside.
Oh, okay.
- Gail-- - Don't.
- (cell phone rings) - Okay.
We should go in.
- (ring) - Yeah.
(ring)
(siren wailing in distance)