- Admit you threatened your wife and tried to take your kids,
that you were gonna murder them.
- You’re sick. You know it, right?
- Turn on the news.
There was a shooting at the mall today.
- Todd Finley opened fire on a guard.
(Screaming)
- Can you tell me where we are?
- I’m turning myself in, after...
- After what?
- Mia Coleman? - Yeah.
- Police! Call 911!
- You stopped the guy with a gun. Dad wants to talk to you.
- Jared really wants to see you.
- He said that he would kill me if I tried to leave him.
- You threatened to kill her in front of your little girls.
- I’m such a fucking asshole.
- Oh my God!
- You did the right thing going to the hospital first.
Now we have what we need to get him.
And you’ll call me if you think of anything else?
I know how hard this must be.
- Find him.
- We’re gonna do everything we can on that front, OK?
I promise, Mia.
We’ll be in touch.
(Line ringing)
- You’ve reached Robert... - ...Joan...
- ...Bree... - ...and Chloe.
- Leave a message at the beep.
(Voicemail beeping)
- Dad, where are you?
I’ve been trying you for hours.
- Is he coming?
(Sobbing)
♪ ♪ ♪
(Sighing)
(Cat meowing)
(Children playing)
- Mimi!
- Big J!
- Hey.
So, uh, I was thinking
I could make an appointment with the notary
and pay you back half of the down payment.
What’s your schedule like?
- Uh, yeah, whatever day works for you.
- Come on. - I’ll figure something out.
- OK. - Yep.
- Uh, hey, the ball!
Have fun!
- I’m coming for you.
Uh, hey, hey!
- Hey!
Whoo! Yeah!
- Yeah!
(Makes impact sound)
- I’m flying!
- You’re flying!
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
- Whoa! Oh.
(Laughing)
- It’s cool we can start hanging out again.
- If something...
If something were to happen...
and we couldn’t see each other for a while...
we’d still talk on the phone or write letters, right?
- But why?
Something like what?
- I might have to go away for, um...
for work.
- For how long?
- I don’t know.
(Men and women talking, phone ringing)
- Oh, if it isn’t the officer of the year!
Come on in.
I’m really glad you reached out.
I have something to discuss with you as well.
Which one of us should go first?
- I will.
Listen, Sergeant, I’ve done something really...
- Heroic. I know what you did.
That’s why I want you back on active duty.
As long as you feel ready, of course.
- No, no. I don’t...
- And in the meantime,
several news agencies have requested interviews,
so communications is gonna set up
a piece for you at the mall with the security guards
that were on Finley’s hit list.
Hopefully, you found time
to get your uniforms dry cleaned while you were off.
(Chuckling)
- No, no, no, Sergeant, I can’t.
- Listen, Coleman...
I get it.
You don’t want people fussing over you, but...
these folks really want to see you.
You saved their lives.
So, I can confirm?
Terrific.
And I’ll let Tyler know that you’re back on Monday.
Contingent, of course, on you keeping up with your therapy.
(Sighing)
♪ ♪ ♪
(Insects chirring)
- Thank you, Officer Coleman, for your bravery.
- Yeah, Coleman!
- Any one of you would have done the same thing.
- All right, settle down. Listen up.
Boudreau and Yang, I want you on ticket patrol, Zone 3.
Tupper and Roberts, same thing, Zone 5.
Gilmore, you’re on a school visit.
I’d also like to remind everybody
that the annual Police Brotherhood Blood Drive
is taking place tomorrow afternoon...
(Grunting)
(Sergeant Buchanan talking, indistinct)
Mia...
Mia!
I just wanted to let you know
I’m submitting you for a commendation for brave conduct.
- Oh, no, it’s---it’s really unnecessary, sir.
I mean, the most important thing is everyone feels safe.
- Exactly.
When people see your face on TV,
it reminds them the police are here to protect.
You’re a hero, Mia.
And besides, it’s a big shot of pride
for the police brotherhood.
- You’re damn right it is.
- Keep up the good work.
- 28-6, we’ve arrived on site. - Copy, 28-6.
- Anyone inside?
Go.
(Woman moaning)
- It’s the police. You’re OK.
- One female victim, visible head trauma.
We’re gonna need EMS in here.
(Screaming)
- She’s got a gun in her face and she’s doing what they ask.
Why the fuck do they have to beat her too?
- I don’t know.
- Let’s go, let’s go.
Let’s get the fuck out! Let’s go!
- Hey, do me a favour.
Can you rewind the video?
Back to when she first came in.
- Yeah.
- Fucking bitch! Give me the fucking money.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no!
- Open the fucking register!
Open the fucking register! Let’s go!
- (Woman on phone): State the reason for the trip.
- Protect the innocent.
- "Protect" and "innocent" has been accepted.
(Phone chiming)
(Doorbell ringing)
- Mia Coleman? - Yeah.
- I’m submitting you for a commendation for brave conduct.
When people see your face on TV,
it reminds them the police are here to protect.
And besides...
- It’s a big shot of pride for the police brotherhood.
OK. You ready? Let’s go.
- All fired up for your first day back, huh?
- Yep! And I’m driving.
- Yes, ma’am.
- Wait. A strange woman just ran into this alley.
- All right, let’s go.
OK.
(Crying)
(Horn honking)
Hey, hey, stop!
Stop! It’s OK.
It’s OK. It’s OK.
Please, please. It’s OK.
28-6, we got a 481 on Ontario and Nicolet.
- Look, I got a weird feeling about this guy.
- How do we know that’s not his kid?
- Let’s find out. - OK.
He’s running!
- You OK?
Look at those guys. You see them?
- Yeah. - They’re armed.
- Are you sure? - Pretty sure.
- 28-6, Adam Street Convenience.
Two suspects, possibly armed, inside.
We need backup. Standing by.
- Copy, 28-6.
- There’s no time for backup.
Police!
(Gunshots)
(Whimpering)
Down! - Come here. Come here.
- Come here, now! Get on the ground!
(High-pitched ringing)
(Breathing heavily)
- Jesus Christ! Hell of a first day back.
You guys OK?
- Yeah, we’re OK.
- Yes, sir.
Tyler, you fired your service weapon.
You know the drill.
(Sighing)
He was aiming right at you.
You... you didn’t even flinch.
He could have pulled the trigger.
- You did exactly the right thing.
OK?
(Phone chiming)
- Honestly, if I’d killed him,
I don’t think I would have been able to live with that.
(Inhaling deeply)
- Can you make your famous earwax soup on Friday?
- Oh, sure. I could also make some raw chicken smoothies.
- Oh! With a shot of a hairy man’s back sweat.
(Both laughing)
- Can’t wait to see you, Big J.
- Can’t wait to try your barf pudding for dessert.
(Laughing)
Love you. - Good night.
- OK. Uh...
We’re all set with the notary for Friday.
And, uh, then I thought maybe
you can pick Jared up from school after,
and you guys can have your evening together.
- OK. Um...
About that, I was just wondering
if maybe he could spend the night.
You know, I have a guest room now, so...
- Uh, yeah, I’ll check with Laura.
But that shouldn’t be a problem.
- OK.
- OK, bye.
- Bye.
♪ ♪ ♪
Dammit!
OK...
(Sighing)
- Next time, try driving with your eyes open, asshole.
- All right, let’s calm down.
And, sir, do your stop signs
if you don’t want to end up road kill.
Have a nice day.
(Tyler sighing)
- Welfare check requested for a disoriented female in her 20s.
Spotted by business owner, Ferris Street, corner Langfield.
- 28-6, we’ll take it.
- OK, 28-6.
(Siren wailing)
- Hey.
(Speaking French)
What’s going on?
- I’m not sure.
I woke up behind a trash bin, and all my stuff is gone.
They took everything, I think.
- Who took everything?
- Don’t know.
I can’t remember.
- We need EMS on Ferris, corner Samson.
- Copy, 28-6. - There’s an ambulance coming.
We’re gonna take you to the hospital.
But I need you to remember and try to tell me what you can.
- I went out to a bar.
- Which bar? - Mmm... Pier 39.
I remember leaving.
Someone said they would wait with me for my ride.
I think he might have...
(Crying)
- We’ll take care of it.
We’ll get him.
- Yeah, she was here.
It seemed like she was looking for company, you know?
- She’s in the hospital, probably drugged with GHB.
- We try to keep that shit out of here,
but it’s hard to control.
Sometimes, they take it themselves.
Recreationally. - Not her.
- We warn our clients about it on our socials,
and we’re part of a network of bars
using a code in case of harassment.
- A code?
- Yeah, if a girl thinks she’s in trouble,
she orders an Angelo with lime,
and then we know she’s asking for help.
We sneak her out, then call the police, if we suspect GHB.
- But she didn’t order one?
Did you see her leave? - I did not.
- Thanks for your time.
(Line ringing)
- Welcome to Plan B Agency.
Select your desired destination.
(Phone ringing)
(Phone chiming)
- Hi, Officer Coleman.
This is Keri Whitman, Paul Whitman’s wife.
He still hasn’t shown up.
(Phone chiming)
(Doorbell ringing)
- Mia Coleman? - Yeah, let’s go.
(Jared laughing)
- Can’t wait to try your barf pudding for dessert.
Love you!
- Uh, we’re all set with the notary for Friday.
And then I was thinking you could pick Jared up from school,
and you guys can have your evening together.
- Yeah, about that.
Uh, I was wondering if he could spend the night.
I have a room for him now, so...
- Yeah, I’ll ask Laura.
That shouldn’t be a problem.
- He’s your son. Why is it any of her business?
- I got to make sure
that we don’t have plans for the weekend.
Not that it’s any of your business.
- You’re right. I’m sorry.
- OK. Bye.
- Bye.
(Sighing)
(Men and women chatting, indistinct)
(♪ Electronic music blaring on PA ♪)
♪ You know that you want it ♪
♪ You look like you need it ♪
- Hey. - Hey!
(Talking, indistinct)
(♪ Music continues blaring ♪)
♪ You know that you want it ♪
- Hey.
Listen, I--I don’t mean to scare you,
but I saw a man put something in your drink.
- Is he hot?
- No, no, no. It’s not a joke, OK?
He’s obviously trying to plan something.
I’m serious.
- Yeah, well, I’m serious.
Stop staring at me. It’s fucking weird.
- Excuse me.
Can I get an Angelo with lime for my friend?
The one with the red hair?
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
- Can you take the bar?
(♪ Hip-hop blaring on PA ♪)
(Talking, indistinct)
- I figured one of us should come say hi.
- Uh, just browsing.
- David.
OK, so, uh, just browsing.
See anything you like?
- Actually, no.
Uh, you know, I see a lot of young women
trying to impress men
who will screw anything with a pulse.
- Wow! That’s, uh, that’s crude.
- Ah... ’Cause you’re not here for that, right?
- Do I look like the jackrabbit type to you?
OK, so what--what are you doing here, then?
- To take you to the station with me
and answer a few questions.
- It’s him. - What?
- You serious? - Yeah.
- What? - Come here.
- Wait. What did I do?
What did I do, man? - Get out.
- What did I do? What the hell?
She’s lying, OK?
I didn’t do anything, OK? I swear.
- Yeah? Well, a lab analysis of your shooter ought to clear you.
- I didn’t do it!
(Exhaling slowly)
(Phone chiming)
(Sighing)
- Come on!
Look. See?
He would have hit you if you didn’t stop at the sign.
That’s why we’re out here, prevention.
- I always stop at stop signs.
- Uh-huh. - Have a nice day, sir.
Hey, you all right?
- Yeah, just tired.
- What, insomnia?
- I was up all night
putting furniture together for Jared’s room.
- Ah, I see.
- Welfare check requested for a disoriented female in her 20s.
Spotted by business owner, Ferris Street, corner Langfield.
- 28-6, we’ll take it. - OK, 28-6.
(Siren wailing)
(Phone ringing)
(Phone chiming)
(Doorbell ringing)
- Mia Coleman? - Yes.
- Hey, Tyler, um, do you want to meet me for a beer?
Yeah? Uh, OK.
I’m at a bar called Pier 39.
(♪ Electronic blaring on PA ♪)
♪ You look like you need it ♪
- For you...
- Hey. - Hey.
- So, uh, why’d you pick this place?
- I was having dinner down the street,
and they had a two-for-one sign for drinks.
So I thought about you.
Um, anyway, when I was waiting here for you,
I saw a guy put something in a woman’s drink.
- What? What guy?
- Uh, I--I lost sight of him.
- OK, then what girl?
- It’s either that one...
or that one.
- You’re not sure?
- I’m 100%, actually.
In fact, it’s entirely possible
that he could have spiked both of their drinks.
- OK, then let’s go tell them.
- No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- For what? One of them to pass out?
- No, for him to leave with one of them.
I want to catch him in the act.
- Isn’t that a little risky for one of the girls?
- Right, but how many women are in this place right now?
I mean, sure, we can get one or two of them out of here,
but then the rest of them are in danger,
and I don’t want to miss it this time.
- You know, when you asked me out for a drink,
I didn’t think I’d be signing up for a stakeout.
- That’s not why I invited you.
- OK, then why?
- Uh, just, like, beer between partners?
Like friends?
- Friends...
- Look, when I joined the force,
a trusted mentor told me to never date another cop.
Not unless I want to get roasted for the rest of my life.
(Chuckling)
- He, uh, has a point.
- That’s him.
That’s him. Let’s go! - Oh, shit.
- Excuse me, excuse me. - Hey!
- This is Officer Rhodes. I’m off duty.
I just saw two suspects drug a woman at Bar Pier 39.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Where do you think you’re going with the lady?
- Uh, take a wild guess.
Sorry, no room for a third, bro.
- She’s in no shape to be going anywhere with you guys.
- Yeah, we’re taking her home. Mind your own business.
- We’re police officers. - Of course you are.
- Put your hands on the wheel!
- Don’t touch me!
- Do not move! - Get out of the car!
- I suggest you stop resisting!
- Stop! - Get on the hood now!
- Don’t touch me! - Get on the hood now!
Give me your arms! Stop resisting!
- We’re gonna get you to the hospital,
pump that shit right out of your system.
- What?
- You’re OK.
(Woman talking on police radio, indistinct)
(Talking, indistinct)
(Phone chiming)
(Sighing)
Fuck me!
(Sighing)
- Right place, right time, yet again?
Just how many commendations
should I be submitting you for, Coleman?
- You know, you should put Tyler’s name down.
He, um, he really saved my ass at that depanneur.
And he was the one who did the arrest last night.
I--I was just following his lead.
- Do you two often hook up for drinks like that?
- Well, a trusted mentor once told me
never date a fellow officer
unless I wanted to get royally roasted.
(Chuckling)
- Well, with the information from your report,
these two may still walk.
We need admissions of guilt.
Detective’s waiting for you.
- Officer Coleman saw you pour liquid into the victim’s drink.
What do you think we’ll find
when the toxicology report comes back?
- Your buddy said that you put the GHB in the drink,
and he was totally against it.
- He’s lying. He’s the one who did it.
- So he did do it?
- He said it would help.
- Help with what exactly?
- To hook up with hot girls.
- So you make them unconscious?
That’s nice.
- If Eric says he put something in her drink,
that’s--that’s news to me.
She basically begged me to take her back to our place.
You know, some girls, um,
they actually like to have sex with men.
You know?
- Is that what you tell yourself when you rape a woman?
(Chuckling)
You know she could barely walk herself out of that bar?
When you assault a woman,
it doesn’t just ruin their weekend,
you piece of shit.
It ruins her fucking life.
It makes her scared and feel broken.
And it’s never too far from her mind
when a real man wants to actually talk to her
or make love to her.
Do you have any idea what kind of irreversible damage
that does to a person?
No, you don’t.
Because you only think about yourself
and your little prick.
- Fuck you, fucking bitch!
- Fuck you! - Coleman, a word?
Listen, you’re done in there.
We’ve got the other guy’s confession.
And no matter what these assholes do,
we can’t talk to them however we want.
This guy could make life really hard for you.
And I want to keep you around, you know?
You’re a good cop.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey. - Hey!
What are you doing here?
- Nothing.
Just wanted to see you, blow off some steam.
- OK. Well, Cassie’s trying on some dresses.
Oh, Cass!
It looks stunning.
- Thanks. It’s for prom.
What do you think?
- It’s nice.
What are the other contenders?
It’s a bit short, don’t you think?
- That’s just how they’re wearing them these days.
Oh, OK.
I--I think I like that colour better,
but that one’s more chic.
- Well, I have to return one of them by Friday, so this one?
- You’ll be careful, right, at the after parties?
You know, everybody’s wasted, hormones are raging.
- Of course, Auntie Mia.
- And you’ll bring your own booze.
Make sure nobody spikes it.
- OK. What do you think of the dress?
- Look, I’m sorry to be a pain in the ass,
but I’ve seen the worst, and so has your mother.
You know, I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.
So, you know, you don’t have to do anything
that you’re not comfortable with just for some guy.
I mean, don’t--don’t let him pressure you, OK?
- OK, Auntie Mia, I get it. The dress?
- Just promise me that you-- you’ll be careful,
and I will get off my soapbox.
- You’re not gonna tell me if you like it, are you?
- What the fuck?
Cassie doesn’t know what happened to me,
and I don’t want her to know.
I have moved on with my life.
- OK...
- I swear to God.
Your job just bleeds into every other part of your life.
(Sighing)
- I’m sorry. You’re right.
- Go.
Go tell Cassie which dress you like better, you narc.
(Knocking on door)
- Show me again?
I’m sorry. I’m just really tired.
I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous in both of them, sweetie.
- Really?
- Yes.
(Birds chirping)
(Phone ringing)
(Phone chiming)
(Line ringing)
- Ms. Whitman.
Hi, it’s Officer Coleman.
I think I just missed your call.
- I’m so sorry to bother you.
It’s just... Paul still hasn’t turned up.
And I was hoping you could help me
file a missing persons report.
- Yes. Of course I can help you.
- The hardest thing is not knowing what happened to him.
I don’t know what to tell the girls.
They keep asking me questions, and...
I don’t have any answers.
- You know, uh, what happened to him isn’t your fault.
I mean, um, if something did happen to him,
you--you can’t blame yourself.
He’s an adult.
- Since he disappeared,
I only keep thinking about how good things were.
When they were good.
I do love him.
And the girls love him so much.
I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.
- Um, OK.
Let’s fill out a missing persons report.
- OK.
- Notary got you all stressed out?
- Huh?
(Chuckling)
Just, uh, one of my cases.
- So what are you gonna do with the money?
Down payment on a new house?
(Chuckling)
- Not exactly. I...
I’ve had a number of unforeseen expenses recently.
Anyways, why do you care?
- We’ve been getting along lately.
The hearing was really hard on me.
Yeah, I was so pissed at you.
I’m pissed at myself for putting Jared through all that.
- Yeah.
Me too.
I was just punishing you.
I feel so ashamed.
(Chuckling softly)
Well, that’s great.
Now when I pick up Jared,
he’s gonna think that we’re fighting again.
(Both chuckling)
- Wait. I have something for you.
Ms. Eagle said that we could draw anything we wanted,
so I decided to draw this.
So this is you, who’s a police, and this is the robber.
You’re, like, arresting him.
You don’t like it?
- No, I--I think it’s...
I think it’s really beautiful.
Screw it in really tight.
- I’m glad I have a room here, too.
A lot of my friends at school have two houses.
Like Alice.
- Alice? Is that your girlfriend?
- No.
- Well, when you do get one...
it’s important that you listen to her.
And if she doesn’t want to do something that you want to do,
then you have to respect that.
Suppose you want to hold Alice’s hand.
You have to be sure that she wants to hold your hand too.
And so you ask her.
And if she says yes, then... then you can hold her hand.
Same thing if you want to hug her,
if you want to kiss her.
And sometimes, she might say yes,
and then change her mind.
Then you have to stop.
You understand?
- Hmm. Doesn’t make me want to have a girlfriend.
- But being in love is pretty great.
(Jared scoffing)
- Doesn’t sound like it.
(Chuckling softly)
(Knocking on door)
Police! Open up, please.
There’s been a complaint
about your dog attacking the neighbour’s child.
(Dog barking)
- No, you got it all wrong.
Junior here’s got a loud bark,
but he doesn’t attack anyone unless I say so.
- You’re under arrest
for criminal negligence causing injury.
- 28-6, we need backup. - Easy, Junior.
I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of her myself.
- Tie up your dog and come with us right now.
- It’s like I said, my dog’s not the problem.
That kid provoked him.
- Third and final warning. Tie the dog...
- Junior, no!
Junior! Junior, no!
(Gunshot)
(Screaming)
(Shouting, indistinct)
- Stop resisting! Stop resisting!
- Let go of him! Let go of him or I’ll fucking kill you!
- You fucking killed my dog!
Fuck!
- Turn around! - Fuck you!
- Arms behind your back. - Fucking bitch!
- What are you still doing here?
I don’t remember signing off on any overtime.
- Uh, I’m not on the clock.
I’m just, um...
I’m just taking notes for today to get prepared for tomorrow.
- You know that the briefing I do every morning is for that.
What are you trying to prove, Mia?
That you’re a superwoman, the best cop in the city?
You’re doing too much already.
- Right, but if I could be better equipped, I can...
- Mia, go home.
I mean it.
Get some rest.
You need it after today.
- "Prevent" and "crime" has been accepted.
(Grunting)
(Phone chiming)
(Doorbell ringing)
(Knocking on door)
(Doorbell ringing)
(Knocking on door)
- Mia?
Mia.
You didn’t come in for work. I was getting worried.
Are you OK?
- I can’t take it anymore, Tyler.
- Can’t take what anymore?
- I don’t know that there’s anything else I could have done.
He wouldn’t have changed.
Even if I went back in time...
I couldn’t have done anything different.
- I’m sorry, Mia. I’m not following.
- I abducted Paul Whitman.
And then he hung himself.
And then I covered it up.
And I can’t live with this anymore.
Closed Captions: MELS