01x04 - Strangers on a Wave

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(NARRATOR): 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.

(g*nshots)

Out of the water! Now! Go!

(MAX): Just when you thought it

was safe to go back in the water.

(ELLIS SIGHS)

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?

(CLEARS THROAT)

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?

- (ROBIN): Two g*nsh*t wounds to the chest.

No contact wounds, no exit wounds.

How long has he been in the water?

(ROBIN): 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 g*nshots

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.

- (POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

- (GRUNTS)

(MAX): 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.

(BOTH): He was probably a surfer.

See? We're already finishing

each other's sentences.

The mind meld has begun.

Oh yeah?

(DOGS BARKING)

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 k*ll 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?

(SURF ROCK MUSIC)

(BOTH): Oh my God!

(CHIEF LI): 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.

(UP TEMPO MUSIC)

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?

(WHISPERS): Grab my

arm. Grab my arm, hard.

- What?

- Hey, get the hell off me, man!

What're you doing?

(WHISPERS): Hit me. Come on.

- You're going crazy, you know that?

- (SURFERS): Whoa!

(CHIEF LI): What the hell is he doing?

There's that element of surprise.

(ELLIS): Back off, man, I

don't know anything, okay?

(WHISPERS): Arrest me. Come on.

Yeah. I'm going to enjoy this.

(GRUNTS)

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 k*lled.

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.

(MAX): 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.

(SCOFFS)

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.

(SURF GUITAR)

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 dr*gs

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 dr*gs 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. (WHISTLES)

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.

(BOTH SIGH)

Cheers!

(ALL): 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.

(LAUGHS)

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 k*lled 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 k*ller.

All right. I'm going to go see

what they're doing. Stay here.

(DISTANT SAW BUZZING)

You're adorable.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- 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!

(LAUGHTER)

All good.

And those aren't your regular

surfer babes with six packs.

They're drug smugglers.

- (MAX): Are we gonna arrest them?

- (ELLIS): 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 k*lled Koa, all right?

But maybe whoever they're

selling dr*gs to did.

(MAX): So if we call in narcotics now,

our m*rder investigation

goes out with the tide.

Bingo.

Maybe you do have a

badge in your future.

- Really?

- No.

(ELLIS): 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 dr*gs.

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?

(TRAFFIC HONKS)

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 dr*gs 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.

(ELLIS): 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?

(PHONE BUZZES)

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.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS OUTSIDE)

Max, get out of there.

Max? Max!

I know where the dr*gs went.

(CHIEF LI): 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 m*rder.

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.

(JAUNTY PIANO MUSIC)

(SOUTHERN ACCENT): 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?

(WHISPERING): Well, I

hate to gossip, but

I think he does dr*gs.

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?

(MAX): Scott Trip was definitely

driving the van last night.

Oh, and my new best friend

tells me that he does dr*gs.

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 dr*gs.

I don't want to let these

guys out of my sight.

- (MAX): Maybe I can help

- No, you stay put this time, okay? I mean it.

I'll take care of it.

(PHONE RINGS)

- What's up, Ellis?

- I got something.

- (SIMMONS): On the m*rder?

- On the dr*gs.

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!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS)

(SIMMONS): We all here?

(ELLIS): Yep. (MAX): Yep.

He was sh*t in the head. Point blank.

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

to see if they can sniff out

some dr*gs, but, I doubt it.

Did you find the casing?

Yeah. It's not the same

b*llet that k*lled the surfer.

So, two g*ns, two K*llers.

Yeah. And you still

think they're related.

So the surfers were smuggling

dr*gs, Koa, their leader

is k*lled, and then

Chilly, the number two,

takes over the drug drop.

Chilly drops off the dr*gs at a motel.

Then a Cranway van sent out

by Trip picks the dr*gs up.

Yeah, and then Chilly

takes out Trip. Why?

Maybe Koa pissed off Trip, got greedy.

Made things difficult

so Trip k*lled him.

Then Chilly kills Trip

to avenge Koa's m*rder.

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.

(SIMMONS): 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.

(SIMMONS): 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, okay? The

cops just picked me up again.

They think one of us

k*lled some guy named Trip.

- Who's Trip?

- I don't know.

Why are they trying to pin it on us?

Something about dr*gs. 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!

(KATHY): 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.

(WHIRRING)

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 dr*gs.

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. (SCOFFS)

Okay, I gotta go. Let

me know what you find.

(DIALS PHONE)

Hey bruh, you still tailing Chilly?

Yeah.

So you're seeing what I'm seeing?

(ELLIS): 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.

- (ELLIS): Max, don't.

- Later!

Dammit.

(VENT GRATE SLIDES)

(MAX GRUNTING)

Come out to the coast,

we'll get together, have a few laughs

(PHONE BUZZES)

(ELLIS): 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.

- (MOANING)

(ELLIS): 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.

- (FUNK MUSIC)

- Uhh Yeah, don't bother.

(CHILLY SIGHS)

They seem to be doing

just fine on their own.

(SLOW FUNK MUSIC)

(MAX): 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.

- (ELLIS): Max, get out, now!

- Shhhh.

(KATHY AND CHILLY MOANING)

I'm gonna miss that.

But now we both got what we want,

and we'll see each other in a year?

(CHILLY): 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 sh*t Koa,

and I was at karaoke with

the office when you sh*t Trip!

Chilly k*lled Trip and Kathy k*lled Koa!

They did each other's murders.

Never done anything like that before.

You know? I mean, smuggling

dr*gs is one thing, but,

you know, one second

Trip's there in his car.

Then he's dead and I'm holding the g*n?

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 g*ng 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 m*rder part.

Did you record that?

No, of course not! I'm

on the phone with you!

(PHONE BUZZES)

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

- No, Max, don't!

- (MAX): 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.

- (PHONE BEEPS)

- 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 k*lled Trip.

This kid? This kid

couldn't k*ll 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 b*at.

- He tried to hug me.

- So, what about the dr*gs?

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 g*ng 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!

- (BEEPS)

All right, Max. We

got everything we need.

Just get out of there safely, okay?

Yippee-ki-yay, moth

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Max?

I don't believe we've met!

Marcy, efficiency expert.

I was just checking the

vents. Great circulation.

(g*n COCKS)

- 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?

(PHONE BUZZES)

(PHONE DIALLING)

- Where do I go?

- Same place we took care of Koa.

(PHONE BEEPS)

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.

(PHONE RINGING)

- (SIMMONS): What now, Ellis?

- Hey! I need your help.

- Untie her.

- Why?

Just do it. Now.

- (SIGHS)

- Thank you.

Walk with me, Marcy.

Now, since this has

to look like a su1c1de,

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 b*llet 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 su1c1de,

you're going to need a su1c1de 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!

(GROANS)

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 d*ed.

Speaking of which, I got

a report I need to finish.

Hey boss, can we talk?

Are we not knocking anymore?

(KNOCKS)

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

dr*gs 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 m*rder.

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.

(DOOR SHUTS)

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 d*ed 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?

- (DISCO MUSIC)

- Okay? Here we go.

It's like this.

Marc likes it.

- (PURRING)

- Easy.

This one's really trendy too right now.

- (MAX HUMMING)

- 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 ♪♪

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)