(Shower running)
(Water draining)
(Latch clicks)
- Aah! - I... I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, my God.
You nearly gave me a heart attack.
I hate that. I hate it!
I... I... I panicked.
I just... I wanted to put this in your locker,
and then you...
(Crumbs clatter)
Never do that again!
Oh, God, I now know what my heart tastes like.
I just wanted to do something nice
to make up for the bipolar accusation.
I... I can't keep up with you, okay?
You... you push me away forever,
and then when I finally take a hint,
you show up at my locker with a cookie?
Who are you?
This is me. What you see is what you get.
Well, then, we are very different.
Maybe too different.
I think you're wrong.
Get out. I'm naked.
(Exhales)
- synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
- (Man) Here you go. - (Andy) Thank you.
(Sam) Hey.
Mm. Hey.
Oh, you gotta get the pumpkin smoothie.
Oh, yeah?
On the way to work?
Yeah. First I need a bowl of healthy soup.
♪
- (Smacks lips) And apparently, a smoothie. - It's good, huh?
Yeah.
So how are you?
Uh... been fighting off a cold, actually.
And I think I'm allergic to citrus.
- I get all, like, itchy and stuff. - Right.
It's really disappointing.
Oh. Don't eat citrus.
Well, that's the obvious solution. Yeah.
How are you?
You know me.
Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
Well, if you don't know me, I don't know who does.
Oh. Well, maybe your girlfriend.
See ya.
♪
Why so restless?
I don't know. Just in a great mood.
Marlo, come and settle in the room for a bit.
Take a seat.
Okay.
Just take a deep breath.
(Exhales) Okay.
Oh, here I am. I am... I'm here.
Good.
How are things with Sam?
They're great... considering.
Considering what?
Well, it's not easy to throw yourself in a relationship
when you're keeping a secret.
What secret?
That I'm on medication?
Is that the secret?
- The medication? - (Sighs)
Or why you're taking the medication?
Is the secret that you have bipolar disorder?
Is that it?
(Exhales)
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
Yeah, well, Audrey, that's just so easy to say
when you don't have it.
You sleeping?
Mm-hmm.
Are you still taking your meds?
You know, it's so funny how you see me.
I have a little bit of energy, and I'm manic.
If I'm tired, I'm depressed. (Laughs)
I am just remembering what happened
the last time you started a relationship.
It's different. That was weird.
I was off balance. Things with Sam are great.
You know, we keep a healthy distance,
he doesn't ask too much of me.
It's great.
(Sighs)
(Slurps)
Missed you last night.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
What'd you do this morning?
I ate my lunch alone like a loser.
(Laughs) I never knew you as a smoothie guy.
Hey, guys.
McNally.
(Clears throat)
It's Friday the 13th.
Does anybody know what that means?
We're all gonna die.
(Officers murmur)
It means that people get weird.
Now remember the guy last year who we caught running around
with a mask and a plastic machete,
who forced that old lady into cardiac arrest?
Or that lady who refused to leave her house
even though it was burning to the ground
'cause she had that, uh, Friday the 13th phobia,
- paraskata... - Paraskav...
Paraskavedekatriaphobia.
Mm, no.
All right, thank you, folks. Have a great shift.
Hey, Nick...
I need to... I need to talk to you.
(Radio chatter)
Hey.
You all right?
I'm fine.
You sure?
I have a cramp, McNally.
It's in my foot.
I think you should go.
I think Nick is waiting for you.
Okay.
Peck, you ready? Let's go.
Hey, do you want to, uh, drive today?
Really?
Yeah, come on. It'll be fun.
- (Seagull calling) - Okay.
(Car alarm chirps)
Oh, come on.
(Laughs) Oh.
Hey, it's lucky.
(Car door opens)
(Engine starts)
(Brakes squeal)
- Whoa! - Hey!
What's with this one?
Can we help you?
Yeah, I was robbed.
I want to press charges.
Well, you're going about it the right way.
(Radio chatter)
Thanks.
I mean, I normally never tell anyone where I live,
but there was something about Trina,
I just kept thinking,
"Celery, this woman is in pain.
You know, she deserves a personal touch."
Anyways, seven days later,
she shows up like a lunatic.
Um, she leaves, and I realize all my jewelry's gone.
What services do you provide, exactly?
Love spells, money spells,
cleansing, hex removal.
- It's Wicca stuff. - You're a witch?
Yeah. I'm a witch.
Seriously?
Wait. Do you have a spell
that would make my hair grow back?
Your head is perfect the way it is.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back it up.
Your name's Celery, and you're a... a... a witch?
Yep.
Are you hearing what I'm hearing here?
Yes, I am.
You know, I think, uh, I think that's really cool.
Um, how exactly does one become a witch?
Are you born into it,
or is there an accreditization process?
- Or how... - How 'bout this...
You two track down this Trina woman,
get an address, find out what she knows.
- Sure. - And I will take Celery's statement.
- Thank you, officers. - (Chloe) Good luck.
Thanks.
- Hi. - Hi.
Uh, I'm O... O... Oliver.
Uh, I'm Oliver Shaw. Celery?
- Yes. - Celery?
- Celery. - That's a great name.
(Radio chatter)
Gail seems upset.
Do you actually believe that Friday the 13th is bad luck?
You know, how high-rise buildings
never have a 13th floor,
and a house is harder to sell if it's 13 on the street?
The whole 13 thing seems kind of weird.
Yeah, it is really weird. What's wrong with Gail?
I was hoping you'd get that I don't wanna talk about it.
I did.
We broke up. All right?
Why?
I don't wanna talk about it.
Okay, honestly, speaking from experience,
I think it's way healthier to actually...
Okay, honestly?
Speaking from this side of the squad car,
I don't wanna talk about it.
(Girl) I need to get this stuff off me.
It's all over me.
(Boy) We're gonna go home soon, I promise.
What's going on here?
- Sorry to bring you guys down here. - We were running...
- What happened? - Kenzie's a little freaked out.
- I'm a lot freaked out. - We were just joking around.
She was running away from me,
- and I chased her down here, and... - We were running, and I tripped...
- And she tripped, and she fell into that. - And I fell into the puddle...
And I landed on top of it.
- And it was in my hair, and... - Landed on top of what?
- It was all... - Landed on top of what?
Cruz?
What is it?
Someone who's been here for a while.
(radio chatter, indistinct conversations)
(Camera beeps, shutter clicks)
Hey. Lunchbox. You're not allowed down there.
Thanks. Appreciate it.
No, I said you're not allowed down there.
Me?
Oh.
No, I am. I need to get some samples.
Who are you?
The forensic pathologist.
Oh.
Well, you should have told me that before.
Sorry, I thought it was obvious.
Only to nerds. Can you come back later?
You're not up on your medical jurisprudence.
We need to determine the cause of death.
I test the water for diatoms,
and if we find diatoms in the bone marrow...
Oh, did you notice if the femur is still intact?
I'll check later.
If the diatoms match, we know the person drowned.
If there aren't any diatoms,
then we know the cause of death was something else.
I'll need to consult with the forensic anthropologist,
I'll grab some leaves, bugs, dirt
so they don't have to come back.
It helps in identifying the postmortem interval.
Why are you saying all these words?
All right. Um, I need somebody to stay here,
and, uh, someone to go along to the morgue.
I'll stick around.
All right. I'll go to the morgue.
Great.
It's never too late to learn about medical jurisprudence.
(Shutters click)
(Machine beeps)
So what are you doing over there, anyway?
Putting together a puzzle.
What can you tell about the person?
He's a full-grown male. Probably early 20s.
Not archaeological.
His bones are still greasy.
And a bit smelly, you find?
I just thought that was you.
We'll need to carbon date it,
but I'd say he's been dead ten years.
Any chance you got an I.D.?
Normally, it takes longer,
but in this case,
buddy here has a metal plate in his humerus.
All metal plates have a serial number.
Yeah, his name is Robert Robbins.
He was born in 1979.
Robert Robbins?
Uh, been there for, say, about ten years?
That's my estimate.
How did he die?
Don't know yet.
Ha. Robbie Robbins.
I worked this case ten years ago
when he went missing. Nash, let's go.
- Where are we going? - I got a debt to collect.
You know what it's like, right? (Gears shift, engine turns off)
Rookie, early in your career, you got lots to prove.
You're taught to follow your instincts,
and when you do, you get a feeling, right?
Nobody believes you.
Somewhere inside, you hope one day,
- you might be proven right. - Okay.
(Knocks on door) This is my day.
Robbie Robbins in a pond. That was my gut.
And this was my T.O.
Whoa! Whoa, look who it is!
- Samantha Swarek. - (Laughs) How's it going, coach?
Well, the fact that I'm standing here in my underwear
and covered with lobster juice, I'm good.
Come in. Come in.
And who is your beautiful sidekick?
Traci Nash. Nice to meet... you. (Laughs)
- Nice to meet you, too. - Detective Charlie, uh, Fitzgerald,
25 division.
Give me a hug, kid. Come here. Come here.
- How have you been? - You know.
What... what, since you left my division, I'm dead to you?
Oh, yeah...
Oh, I know, you're too good to drink with us at The Shamrock.
- Only The Penny is good enough for you, right? - Yeah.
So what, are you eating lobster in your boxer shorts?
Is that what you're up to?
- It's my day off. - Yeah, I figured.
Come in. Come in. Come on. I'll get you some coffee or something.
I'm here to collect 50 bucks.
(Door closes) Yeah? 50 bucks for what?
- Ten years ago, I was right. - (Refrigerator opens, bottles clink)
Robbie Robbins did not go to Texas.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Who the hell's Robbie Robbins? - (Clatter)
Robbie Robbins. The young kid from Riverdale.
He was 18. He went missing.
His girlfriend was hysterical.
Ella... Eloise... somethin'.
Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I remember. I remember.
We looked for him for two days,
and then we traced his credit card to, um...
- To Dallas. - Dallas.
That's right.
And I was convinced he was dead somewhere.
No, no. You were determined
to turn it into your first homicide case.
That's what really happened. (Chuckles)
Well, it turns out he was hiding underwater
- in the Rosedale ravine. - Really?
How did he die? Still have to confirm that.
Well, how do you think he died? Well, we're working on it.
- Then it wasn't a homicide. - I didn't say that. It could be.
Well, don't spend your money yet, kid. (Mug clatters)
Hey, um, I'm sorry to interrupt your lobster dinner,
but, uh, he disappeared from your division.
Technically, you're still the detective of record,
so you might wanna put on some pants.
Come on. Look, that witch ripped me off for 400 bucks.
What are you gonna do about that?
Why am I the one being arrested?
She provided a service. You stole her property.
It's different.
Though I wouldn't exactly call a love spell a service.
- Exactly. Not if it doesn't work. - (Handcuffs click)
Empty your pockets.
No one forced her to buy it.
Well, she was grasping at straws.
That's what people do
when other people don't give them a second chance.
They try love spells. They buy big cookies.
(Radio chatter)
(Telephone ringing in distance)
Hey. Is this... is this it?
Is this what you're looking for?
Oh, my God, yes.
Thank you. Ohh.
Thank you so much.
We are gonna throw the book at that witch Trina.
I mean "witch" in the insulting way.
No...
Uh, not... not that it should be an insult...
It's okay. I get it.
Though I missed most of what happened today.
What... what's the deal with Trina?
Her fiancé left her.
She wanted him back.
She tried everything. Nothing worked,
and so she came to me.
- And did that work? - If you want it to work,
yes, but you have to believe.
What about you, officer? Are you a believer?
I believe in coffee.
Would you... would you like a cup of coffee?
I'll have a chamomile tea.
(Laughs)
Okay, yeah. Okay.
(Laughs)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
Hey, I changed my mind. I should go home.
It's Friday night. It's a busy night for me.
- You know? - How did you do that?
Do what?
How'd you get here? You were just...
Oh, I... I just came out behind you.
You... didn't see that?
Mm, no.
Oh.
Could we do tea next time?
- Next time? - Yeah.
Yes. Yeah. We'll... tea.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Thank you. I'm sorry. I changed my mind. - Okay. Bye.
She promised me that my love would return
by the time I hit 30.
- Well, today is 30. - (Camera beeps, shutter clicks)
Hey, Happy Birthday.
Oh, thanks. But it didn't work.
It's really hot in here.
Even if she did sell you a faulty product,
- you can't steal her property. - (Computer beeping)
Left hand on the plate, please.
Can I lie down for a second?
I don't... feel so...
(Radio chatter)
(Gags)
- (Vomits) - Oh, come on!
- O... kay. - (Coughing)
Oh. Okay.
She... poisoned me. That... witch.
She must have put...
Something is...
It's really hot.
(Thuds) Oh, my God.
- Uh, Trina? - This is Epstein. We need a medic in booking.
(Static crackles) Oh... um...
Trina? Trina?
(Engine turns off, dog barking in distance)
Hey. We're here about the noise complaint/
possible intruder.
We're, uh, turning this building into condos.
I'm the architect. I came here to take some pictures.
I went inside. I heard somebody screaming.
Thought I was imagining things. I kept going.
- Then I heard it again. - Okay, that's fine. We'll check it out.
(Water dripping)
What, are you scared?
I'm assessing the situation.
What a baby.
See? It's not that scary.
Of course it's not.
It's just an abandoned building.
But you gotta admit
you're a little creeped out by this place.
I'm really not.
Uh-oh. Crappy handwriting.
Must be you.
Are you kiddin' me? That's yours.
- No. - Look at the spelling.
You ever hear of "I" before "E" except after "C"?
Ever hear of respecting your elders?
Yeah, you were a great teacher. You could not spell.
(Chuckles)
Video tape statements you asked for.
Thank you.
Constantly on my ass,
gettin' after me for, uh, breaking the rules,
- disobeying your orders... - Acting like a cop.
(Laughs) (Static crackling)
(VCR whirs) Oh, here we go.
Oh, my God, you were so cute.
- You look like one of the Beatles. - Shut up.
I talked to a whole bunch of people that were at the party.
They all said that, uh,
you left around the same time Robbie did.
Well, yeah. Well, I went home.
Okay. Would anyone be able to confirm that?
I still think he was hiding something.
Look. Look, you were messy. You were all over the place.
Charlie Fitz, interrogation 101...
- You look him in the eye... - And tell him he did it.
I thought I was doing that.
We had a fight, okay?
You had a fight? What was the fight about?
- He owed me money. - He owed you money?
Huh. You're right.
I think old Craig here might have more to tell us.
Yeah. Nash, would you, uh, see if you can track him down?
Yeah. You know, why don't you stay here with the tapes,
I'll go, uh, give the parents the news.
Oh, no. I'll go. I'll go. You stay here.
I'll... I'll talk to 'em.
Hey. Go easy on 'em.
Whatever you say, coach.
(Door buzzes)
I've known him since he was a teenager.
(P.A. tone chimes, woman speaking indistinctly)
I caught him selling stolen car parts.
- What? - And I brought him in,
and for every question I asked him,
he had three for me, right?
(Laughs) So I figure a kid this nosy, he'd make a good copper.
So I make a deal with him.
I tell him I'll sweep the charges under the rug
if he goes back to school.
Next thing I hear, he's in the academy.
Huh. You think you know a man.
Kitten, you never know a man.
(Nick) I don't think there's anyone in here.
(Andy) How do you know? This place is huge.
We haven't even been downstairs yet.
- I don't wanna go downstairs. - Why not?
You just said you didn't think anyone was in here.
I know, but we don't know what's down there.
If we go downstairs, I think we should call for backup.
(Laughs) We're not calling for backup.
Look, the building is probably empty, all right?
You're just afraid of... emptiness.
I'm not.
All right. What is your deal? Really?
I don't wanna talk about it.
Fine. I'm afraid of everything.
All right? I'm afraid of drowning
and I'm afraid of bears...
I'm afraid of making a mistake, you know?
(Groans)
Ooh. (Laughs)
You're such a loser.
And you're a grown-up.
And I'm not really sure if you got the memo,
but you're currently carrying a firearm.
(Metal creaks and clanks)
(Woman) Aah!
Very funny, Andy.
(Doorbell rings)
Yes?
- Hi. Merle Robbins? - Yeah.
I'm Detective Swarek.
I'm sorry to bother you so late.
Um, I'm here to talk to you about your son Robert.
He's not living here.
Sir, I'm very sorry to inform you that your son is dead.
We found his body today.
(Door closes)
Uh, if you want to come any further,
I'd ask that you take off your boots.
Uh, I... I can stay here if that's better.
I thought he ran away to Texas.
That's what you people told me.
Uh, well, we... we don't have all the details yet,
but it looks as if he died ten years ago,
around the time he went missing.
Drove around everywhere that night,
looking for Robbie.
He was supposed to be home before 11:00.
Sir, when we originally interviewed you,
you strongly encouraged us
to talk to Robbie's friend Craig Francis.
Yes.
Oh, I'm sure I used the term "friend" loosely.
Robbie had two jobs.
He was a responsible boy.
Always had money.
Craig was always borrowing from him.
Racked up quite a hefty debt.
If that wasn't enough, then he stole his girlfriend.
You're saying you think Craig was seeing Robbie's girlfriend?
I know he was.
I went over to Craig's...
(Exhales)
- (Pen clicks) Listen, I... I... - Your shoes!
Like to go over the details of your statement
from ten years ago.
Why?
We need to verify the cause of Robbie's death.
(Scoffs) I don't know anything about that.
You owed Robbie a lot of money. Is that correct?
Yeah, but...
How much money?
$4,000 or $5,000.
What does that... $4,000 or $5,000?
You pay him back?
Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?
What was your relationship with Robbie's girlfriend,
Eloise Varner?
We started dating right after Robbie went missing.
But we were together eight years. I mean...
Okay, okay. I see what this is about.
Yeah? You wanna fill us in?
Look, you wanna know what happened that night?
Talk to Robbie's dad.
What do you mean?
Mr. Robbins was our high school principal.
And at work, he was strict,
but at home...
He beat the crap out of Robbie on a regular basis.
(Door buzzes in distance)
(Radio chatter)
- (Sam) Hey. - (Marlo) Hey.
What's happening down at the ravine?
Forensics recovered an empty bottle
of codeine in his pocket.
- Really? - Yeah.
Okay. Thanks.
- How you doing? - Good. You?
Yeah, good.
So what do you think of that?
I think she's really cute.
No, what do you think of the pills?
I think the kid realized his girlfriend
was sleeping with his best friend,
and it was the final straw, and that's it.
Right.
(Clicking)
Yeah.
Why'd we think this kid was in Dallas?
His credit card was traced to a motel down there.
That's right. Yeah.
I guess they got it wrong.
They had to have.
- Yeah. - Look, I'm really tired.
Do me a favor, make that tea to go, okay?
- (Pats shoulder) - All right. Thanks, coach.
(P.A. tone chimes, woman speaking indistinctly)
"Coronary atherosclerosis: An analysis of an autopsy."
Do you really read this stuff?
I wrote that stuff.
Oh. Whoa, Nelly.
What?
His left pelvic bones,
his left femur, his left ribcage.
This isn't deterioration.
He suffered a major impact trauma. Look here.
Yeah. No, I just see bones.
Well, this guy was hit by a vehicle.
You can tell by the consistency of the breaks. (Velcro rips)
(Hangs up receiver)
Robbie Robbins was hit by a car that night.
You're kidding me.
Major blunt force trauma to the left side of his body.
Hit by a car?
We found him in the woods a quarter-mile from any road.
(Radio chatter)
Maybe he didn't kill himself.
Maybe somebody ran him over and dragged him into the ravine.
And I got my homicide.
You find any traces of codeine in his remains?
We're doing a limited screening on some strands of hair.
Okay. Good. Um, anything else?
This guy has had a lifetime of broken bones.
Look at the skull...
an improperly healed orbital bone.
His clavicle was broken,
his humerus, both his scaphoid bones.
These are from before he was fully grown.
All at the hand of his father, by the sound of things.
Any chance you can tell us what kind of car hit him?
You can tell from the impact here along the pelvic bone
and left rib cage
that the driver was in a larger vehicle.
- What, like a bus? - More like a truck.
I'll see if I can narrow it down.
Find some paint particles somewhere.
Thanks. Call me with anything else.
You havin' fun, Peck?
You told me to be here.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(Typing)
Where's the witch?
Uh, Celery is at home.
We gotta find her.
Why?
That, uh, love spell she sold put Trina in the hospital.
Um, are you looking for me?
How do you do that?
I... I changed my mind.
I thought I'd bring you tea before I left.
You know administering a toxic substance
is a criminal offense?
It's chamomile tea.
It's Trina. She's in the hospital,
and she's claiming that you poisoned her.
(Scoffs) I told you everything.
I sold her a spell.
She was supposed to sprinkle it in her bath
every day for a week,
and on the seventh day, love would find her.
So when was the... day seven?
Yesterday. That's when she started calling me non-stop.
Okay. What was in the potion?
It was... lavender, uh, yellow Jasmine, primrose...
Anything poisonous?
The yellow Jasmine, if you eat it.
She was supposed to take a bath in it.
- Did Trina know that? - Yeah.
- I even wrote it on the bottle. - All right.
You two go to the hospital,
tell the docs that.
I'll stay here with Celery. Come. Have a seat.
And we'll get this figured.
Thank you for the tea.
Oh. You're welcome.
(Water dripping)
(Loud bang in distance)
See? You're scared?
No. I wasn't scared. I was startled.
There's a difference.
Same thing. Just semantics.
(Boom and screeching in distance)
Okay. Maybe now I am.
(Static crackles) This is unit 15-05
requesting backup to 232 Symes Avenue.
Something weird is going on here.
We're hearing screams. (Static crackles)
(Female dispatcher speaking indistinctly)
(Clatter)
Andy. Andy.
There's someone in there.
Police!
Put your hands on the back of your head
and step out of the room.
(Clatter)
Come out now!
We are armed!
Hands on the back of your head!
Slowly step out of the room!
(Rodents squeak, wings flap)
What...
(Holsters gun)
What?
- A Judy? - A who?
A mannequin.
(Sirens wailing in distance)
15-05, call off the backup.
(Sirens wailing)
(Tires screech) Great.
Oh. (Sirens whoop)
- (Merle) Who did this? - (Sam) I don't know.
But I was just at the morgue,
and I do know that your boy
appears to have been severely abused
over a long period of time.
You said, uh, you went looking for Robbie
the night he disappeared.
What kind of vehicle were you driving?
Guess my old 4x4.
So a truck?
No, S.U.V. Why are you asking?
Right. Sir, I'm gonna bring you down to the station.
- Why? - 'Cause if I can't get you for murder,
- I'm gonna get you for somethin'. - (Gasps)
Oh. Okay. Fine.
Robbie had some problems.
I had to discipline him from time to time,
but I had nothing to do with his death.
All right. Well, thank God the statute of limitations
never runs out on child abuse.
Look, I made a deal with you people years ago.
You wouldn't pursue these... these...
Child abuse charges if I promised to leave Robbie alone,
not go looking for him in Dallas.
I never said that.
Not you.
The detective.
(Indistinct conversations)
What evidence did we have that Robbie Robbins was in Texas?
Uh, it's a letter from the Dallas P.D.
Confirming Robbie's whereabouts
at some motel in Dallas. I made you a copy.
Okay, do me a favor.
Call Dallas P.D. and verify this letter.
Sure.
"We've received confirmation
that Robert Robbins is in Dallas
seeking refuge from an abusive domestic situation."
What? What is it?
Uh, "I" before "E."
I gotta talk to Charlie.
(Dog barking in distance)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring, beep)
Yeah?
Hey, I just got off the phone with the Dallas P.D.
There's no record of that letter being written or sent.
All right. Thanks.
And Gail just called from the morgue.
They found diatoms in the bones.
The kid drowned.
He was alive when he was tossed into the ravine.
You still there?
Yeah. Yeah.
All right. Thanks.
(Beep)
(Rustles papers)
(Latch clicks)
(Coughs) (Door squeaks)
What... what time is it?
I don't know. I can't sleep.
(Sighs) Come on. You want some tea?
- Yeah. - Come in.
(Closes door)
Not many men could get away with those slippers.
(Chuckles) Yeah.
They have sentimental value.
They were my grandmother's. (Water running)
She had really big feet.
(Faucet shuts off) Talk about a woman who wasn't afraid to shovel snow.
(Teakettle clanks)
I always loved your stories, you know that?
Uh-oh. What's the matter, Sam?
(Clicks teeth) The letter from Dallas was fake.
Dallas never heard of Robbie Robbins.
That doesn't make any sense.
(Dog barking in distance)
Where's your gun?
- What? - Where's your gun?
What are you talking about?
My gun's in the car, okay?
I don't want us to do anything stupid.
Whatever you're thinking right now,
- I want you to stop thinking it. - I remember that day.
You took me off traffic.
It was a little missing persons case,
so I figured there had to be more to it, right?
And I kept digging, but you didn't want me to dig.
You wanted to wrap it up.
- No. - You were all over me.
You know, making sure I did every little thing
exactly the way you needed it done.
I was teaching you, remember?
You were a sloppy cop. I had to go over your notes,
I had to double-check everything you did.
- That's true. - Yeah.
We were at The Shamrock the night he went missing.
Yeah.
Heading home from The Shamrock, you'd take Bayview.
That was the last place the kid was seen walking.
So what?
So what happens when they match
a little of the paint on the bones
to your old pickup?
You kidding me? What the hell are you talking about?
You were drunk and you killed that kid.
That is ridiculous. I did not kill that kid,
I had nothing to do with this,
and wh... where would you get these ideas?
You know what? You shouldn't even talk to me this way.
Okay.
All right. Uh,
I... I'm gonna turn in the file.
Let the evidence speak for itself.
- Um, let somebody else take it over. - No, you're not.
- Yeah. - Sam,
no, you're not.
Sam. Hold on. Sam!
Okay. Okay, look. Here. Fine. Fine.
Here's my gun. Okay?
Here's my gun. I'm putting it on the counter,
okay?
(Closes door)
Now just listen to me.
That idiot was walking in the middle of the highway
in dark clothes.
I went around a corner.
There was zero reaction time.
Sober, not sober... there was nothing I could have done.
It was a simple accident!
When there's an accident, you call an ambulance, right?
You don't
plant a bottle of pills in the kid's pocket
- and forge a letter from the Dallas P.D. - Yes, you do.
When there's a half a bottle of scotch involved, you do.
You know what they would have done to me?
- Yeah. - Look, the... the kid was dead already anyway.
Why ruin two lives?
I got out of the car. There was hardly any damage to my car,
there wasn't a soul around! It was a gift!
It was a get-out-of-jail-free card!
What's the difference?
- He was already dead. - No, he was alive.
When you tossed him into the ravine,
he was still alive.
You're wrong. I swear to God, I checked!
- He was dead, Sam. - No, the lab confirmed it.
He was alive.
The kid drowned.
(Sighs)
So what are you gonna do?
I'll take care of it. I'll... I'll handle it.
I'm taking your gun.
You're not taking my gun.
- Charlie... - No.
Give me your gun.
No. You're not taking my gun.
Please, just go home.
- Charlie... - (Cries) Leave me alone.
Give me... Give me your gun.
Kid, I know what you're trying. Just go home, okay?
Just go... no.
- Give me your... give me your gun. - I can't.
I'll let it go. I'll walk away, all right?
You won't do that. I know you, kid.
You'll never live with yourself.
I'll burn the file. I will burn it,
okay? I will walk away.
Okay?
Sam, it was one mistake.
It was just one mistake.
I never crossed the line after that, okay?
This is what we do, right?
This is what we do. We've got each other's backs, right?
Okay, coach.
(P.A. Tone chimes, woman speaking indistinctly)
(Indistinct conversations)
We're gonna wrap this up, all right?
(Door buzzes in distance)
What's wrong?
What are we gonna put down in the file?
No conclusive leads. Investigation suspended.
Are you all right with that?
Look, I know he's your mentor,
and I know how important he is to you.
So you tell me. Are you all right with this?
No.
- But that's what we're gonna do. - Mm-hmm.
Something tells me you like it here.
I could live here.
Holly...
(Sighs) I'm like a cat.
I'm very good at climbing trees.
And then the minute that I get up there,
I don't... I have no idea what to do.
I wanna get down, but I don't know how to do that.
So I create an emergency situation to get out of it.
Out of the tree?
Of relationships.
Ah.
Yeah. I used to be like that.
But it turned out I didn't like men.
Oh, I don't think I like men, either.
I mean, I'm a lesbian.
Oh. I mean I hate people.
So what are we gonna put in our notes?
Nothing. We responded to a noise complaint.
There was nothing there.
Okay.
Hi, guys.
- (Andy) Hey. - How was your night?
- It was good. - Good.
- Cool. - Quiet.
(Telephone rings)
(Wheels rolling)
(Andy laughs)
That's... hilarious.
Right over here, please.
(Laughter)
Get a little mug shot, fingerprints.
Trina, you were very lucky.
The love spell contained yellow Jasmine,
which, uh, is indeed poisonous.
- You weren't supposed to eat it. - Yeah. Look, I know.
It wasn't working. I had to do something.
I was desperate. I...
I believed it was gonna work,
and then when it didn't, I...
Trina. Oh, my God, what the hell happened?
- Are you okay? - Philip?
I tried to call you all last night.
- I... I've been sitting by the phone all night. - (Crying) You came.
- Yeah. - I can't believe you came. (Crying)
We'll give you guys a... a minute.
(Trina continues crying)
That's kind of romantic, don't you think?
Hey, Celery. Celery.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hey. Let me get that for you. (Door buzzes)
Thank you.
Uh, I just spoke with officer Epstein.
He says that your spell may have worked after all.
So... whew. I thought you should know that.
My spells always work.
- Ah. Sometimes they just take time. - Yeah.
Um, oh!
I drank your tea.
So... was there a spell in there for me?
Well, I don't know.
We're just gonna have to wait and see, right?
(Chuckles) Yeah.
Okay, well...
- Bye. - Bye.
(Clears throat)
Happy Friday the 13th.
- (Celery) Thank you. - (Chuckles)
(Radio chatter)
Hey.
Here's $50.
(Bill rustles)
Come here, man.
Well, now I have to spend some time in interview
with your friend Detective Nash.
(Traci) Come on. It's down this way.
You really need to learn how to knock.
I don't wanna knock.
I wanna catch you off guard, because
that's what you've done to me.
Okay, I'm listening.
I want another chance.
- At what? - At this.
At judging me because I'm not like you?
You're hot and cold.
Dov, you need to tell me what "this" is.
This is me saying I wanna hang out with you, tonight.
Tomorrow night.
You know, the night after that, if... if it goes well,
and you want to. We'll see. But that would be nice.
So you're saying that you want to date me on the regular?
Yes.
Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.
Chloe, you're...
(Sighs)
You're a game changer.
It freaked me out before. I'm sorry.
But I'm here now.
And I'm not going anywhere
unless you're coming with me.
(Sighs)
Took you long enough.
Okay. You realize we're never gonna live this down, right?
Today that's the least of my worries.
Okay, come on, Nick. What's going on?
- Still don't want to talk about it. - I know, but, you know,
I thought you and Gail were really good.
♪
- Honestly? - Yeah.
Andy...
(Grunts) Ooh!
(Laughs)
Wow. Really?
Really?
(Andy laughs)
♪
Rough night?
Oh, I'm fine.
You?
It was all right.
♪
That's our conversation. Right there.
Always the same every time.
(Scoffs) Wow. Maybe it's just easier that way.
You know, I don't wanna wake up one day
and realize nobody knows me.
Well, I wanna know you.
Okay.
♪
Uh, I like tool sheds.
Why?
Well, when I was 6,
my dad locked me in the tool shed overnight
because I broke his hockey stick.
And when I was around 10,
he made me sleep in there for a week
'cause I didn't mow the lawn, I forgot.
And by the time I was 16, uh...
I was screwing up just so I wouldn't have to sleep
under the same roof as that guy.
♪
That was around the same time I met Charlie.
♪
And, uh...
♪
Saw that a man could be kind...
and fair...
And good.
♪
So today was an awful day?
It was an awful day. How 'bout you?
♪
What?
It's good. It's great. Come here. Give me a hug.
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