"You're being paranoid." "Am I?" "He hasn't looked at me the entire week." "He's acting strange around me." "No, stranger than normal." "Probably has something on his mind." "Yeah, how to sink my career with a bad Performance Evaluation." "Oh, come on, you're doing just fine." "Did he say that?" "No, but you're still here." "His last partner didn't even make it a week." "Don't write that down, I stumbled." "Listen to me, Riley, everything is going to be fine." "Okay?" "I promise." "Yes, I got the money." "Okay, look, just stop worrying, all right?" "I'll be home soon." "Ariana, can we talk about this, please?" "There's nothing to talk about." "Look, I know it's a problem." "I don't know what I'm supposed to do." "What?" "That your junkie ex-girlfriend is staying at your place indefinitely?" "She's gonna leave soon." "It's not my business, John." "Yeah, yeah, I'm happy for you." "Okay." "I'll talk to you soon." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Just Celeste." "Your daughter?" "Is she okay?" "She just got engaged." "Congratulations!" "Or not." "Bummer." "My condolences." "Folks, sorry to thwart any plans, but we've got a co-ed murdered in her dorm room." "All hands on deck." "Put this one in a separate bag." "So, looks like we got trauma to the side of the head." "Lacerations on her cheeks, split lip, 19, maybe 20." "Vic's name is Dawn Cofield." "She was a senior." "Found an hour ago by the roommate." "Stone and Sanchez are in the hall talking to her now." "Pretty violent trashing." "Credit cards and money are still in here." "Dried blood." "There's a struggle." "She falls, hits her head." "Or somebody slammed her down." "No sign of forced entry." "Most students don't lock their doors." "Always got on my own daughters for that." "Jealous boyfriend?" "Got a cell phone." "Last five calls were to a Quentin." "She's been dating this guy, Quentin, for the past six months." "Did they ever argue or fight?" "Maybe a little." "About?" "Keeping secrets." "She didn't think he was straight about what he's into." "Do you know how we can contact Quentin?" "Lindsay?" "What the hell's going on?" "Where's Dawn?" "That's him, Quentin." "Pup Clemmons?" "Isn't that your connect that leaded us to Luther Daniels?" "Yeah." "Pup." "Where's Dawn?" "Hey, what's up, man, what are you doing here?" "Lindsay, where's Dawn?" "Whoa, hey!" "Whoa!" "Dawn!" "You can't go in there." "Let go, man!" "Hey!" "Dawn!" "Dawn!" "Dawn!" "Dawn!" "Let me go!" "MRS. COFIELD:" "Sorry." "I just..." "She was our only child." "Never once gave us trouble." "She confide in any problems at school?" "Or with a boyfriend?" "There was this one boy we met." "She really liked him." "But..." "MR. COFIELD:" "He looked like a banger." "He was a bad kid, anyone could see it." "But Dawn only saw the good in people." "Is there a restroom?" "Yeah, just go out the door, hang a left, and then go right." "He lived for her." "Whoa, whoa!" "What the hell?" "Stay here, ma'am." "Stay here." "Get this man!" "You killed my little girl!" "My baby." "It's okay." "These are from the victim's laptop." "A middle-class student at Newhouse College and a street thug." "That's a bit of an odd couple, no?" "Not really." "From my experience, chicks dig bad boys." "My cousin had a motorcycle." "We'll know soon enough." "Stone's got Pup in the room now." "What else do we know about Dawn's social life?" "Her roommate mention any other potential suspects?" "Old boyfriends who might be jealous?" "Yeah, she said that Dawn spent most of her time either at the dance studio or online." "Yeah." "We should definitely check out her social media contacts." "Excuse me." "Riley, are you looking for John?" "Yeah." "Ariella, right?" "Ariana." "Is he here?" "I got worried." "Why?" "He was supposed to call and check in, and he didn't, so..." "He's in an interview." "I'll tell him you stopped by." "I can wait." "I'm just curious." "So, how does a guy like you get a girl like that?" "How does that happen?" "To you I'm some killer, right?" "Putting drugs on the street, taking brothers out?" "She never saw me like that." "It was true love, huh?" "You say it like you don't believe it." "See, that's your thing, Stone." "Hey, I know what I know." "Dawn called you five times last night." "Five times." "You didn't answer once." "I had business." "Just got the M.E.'s report." "And?" "Take a look for yourself." "Look." "I'm trying to help you here, Pup." "Why?" "Why's that?" "What, we friends now?" "You helped us take down Luther Daniels." "Yeah, now I got people on the street thinking I'm a snitch!" "No offense, man, you are a snitch." "Look, I helped you out the last time, but this ain't like that, okay?" "It's not like that now." "Look, I mean, I don't know what happened here." "No fooling, man." "I loved that girl." "Hey, Stone." "Just got the coroner's report." "Come on, seriously." "What is that supposed to do?" "Am I supposed to get all nervous?" "Am I supposed to fall for that?" "What?" "Dawn was raped." "Fools talk, but you think it's just that." "What fools?" "Who are you talking about?" "Players that I could step on, they wanna step on me." "You think this could've been one of them?" "I hope they hugged their mothers the last time they saw them, because they have no idea who they're messing with." "I need to speak to Pup Clemmons." "He's a little busy right now." "I'm taking him into federal custody." "On what grounds?" "My friends in the Department of Justice believe he may have information crucial to a much larger-scale operation." "Here's the clearance." "He is a person of interest in a homicide investigation." "Sorry." "We were interested first." "This is a list of Dawn's friends." "Well, if it was really her friends, they'd go visit her, instead of writing on some imaginary wall." "Now we can follow her threads here, and see who friended her, who communicated with her and when." ""Friended?" Is that even a word?" "We can create a timeline of who she was in contact with on the day she died." "Would you like me to put that together for you?" "Hey, Vik." "Call Ripley's." "We've actually discovered something useful about social networking." "What do you mean?" "It brings people from all over the world together." "I even know a couple that..." "Wendy." "...got married because they met online." "Wendy, no, ix-nay on..." "No, no, no." "See, that is what's wrong with the Internet." "People have gotten so used to getting anything they want with the click of a mouse, choosing a mate is just another transaction." "Wendy, don't mind him." "His youngest daughter just got engaged." "Congratulations!" "No "aw."" "They've known each other less than six months." "Folks have got to log some serious hours together before deciding to jump the broom." "It might be too late when you figure out you don't like the way a person snores in your ear at night or how he chews with his mouth open." "I'm just gonna go get that list of names together for you." "How are you feeling?" "You got mugged, right?" "Oh, yeah." "Much better, thanks." "John takes good care of me." "I'm sure." "Find those guys yet?" "Not much hope of that." "I never really got a good look at them." "Riley?" "What are you doing here?" "You say you're coming home, and then I don't see or hear from you for hours." "I got scared." "I mean, those guys are still out there looking for you." "If something had happened..." "I apologize." "I..." "You know, I got really busy." "I got dragged into a case." "I should've called." "I'm sorry." "Crazy Riley." "Your girlfriend must think I'm a psycho." "No, no." "It's fine." "It's fine." "This is for your car." "The guy said he'd fix it for eight." "This is too much." "Just put that away." "Put it away." "You know, I was thinking maybe you should get out of town for a while." "You know, maybe just go see your sister." "Get out of town?" "Yeah, just for a while." "Just till things blow over." "But you're the one they're after." "I'm gonna be fine." "I just want to make sure that you are fine, too." "That you're safe." "I didn't ask for this." "It's best for right now." "Okay?" "Okay." "Pup Clemmons runs the Rich Boyz crime operation." "And last year, he gave us the tip that connected Luther Daniels to that homicide we were working." "I understand Daniels was killed in a confrontation with police." "Yeah, I shot him." "With Luther dead, the field is wide open." "Pup began to expand his operation." "His main competition was Alex Caldwell." "He took over Luther Daniels' crew." "No doubt each of them would like to see the other one out of the picture, so they can take over." "And we're thinking Alex killed Pup's girlfriend to send a message?" "A shot across the bow, back off or else." "Well, if that's the case, then war's about to break out." "Pup's not one to be pushed around." "Except the Feds have him in custody." "Not as of two hours ago." "What?" "What are you talking about?" "You released him?" "You guys cleared him as a suspect." "Did you not hear what he was saying?" "He was in here, he was talking about revenge." "You can't hold a guy for something he hasn't done yet." "Besides, my intel doesn't make Pup Clemmons nearly as rash as you seem to." "Really?" "Where did you get that information?" "From the official profile of Pup you downloaded from behind your desk?" "Something like that." "Yeah, well, I've seen this guy operate." "Up close." "And if you saw Pup cut off one of his own guy's fingers, you might not be so quick to dismiss what he's capable of." "All right." "Let's go get Alex Caldwell." "We find our guy?" "Looks like Pup found him first." "FBI sources indicate" "Pup was over on the East Side at the time Alex Caldwell was murdered." "Do these sources have any other theories on who might have killed him?" "Amir Sakhani, from Pakistan." "Moved from Karachi." "Rumored to have set up shop near Toronto." "He's been funneling drugs across the border into Detroit." "I haven't heard anything about that from my contacts." "Well, that's because your contacts are all lowlife druggies and skels." "Whereas my information comes from a network of high-level consultants and state-of-the-art surveillance technology." "What does Amir have to do with a dead coed?" "Maybe sending messages that he's moving in." "Dawn's death was a message to Pup." "Killing Caldwell is a message to the Daniels crew." "Or maybe the two crimes aren't related at all." "There's always that." "Nothing about that girl's death says it had to have been a gang murder." "Agent Harkins, the DEA is on line two." "Oh." "Excuse me." "I'll be quick." "DEA." "That's very exciting." "What else do we have?" "I reached out to an old informant, Chito Suarez." "He helped with the Luther Daniels case." "Be careful." "You know there's still a target on your back." "Yeah." "Riley Sullivan." "Can you look her up for me?" "No, her case hasn't hit the system yet." "Give me a second." "Really?" "Thanks, Rick." "I owe you one." "How's that evaluation going?" "Almost done." "Do you know another word for immature?" ""Green," maybe?" "There's an online thesaurus for that." "No, green works." "That's good." "Okay." "We are headed out with Longford and Mahajan to follow up on Dawn Cofield's campus connections." "See if someone can shed some light on what happened last night." "Good, let's keep working every angle." "You know, there are plenty of antonyms for immature." "Skilled, well prepared, battle-tested." "All of which I am." "You wanna sit here playing word games or you wanna go solve a case?" "When was the last time you saw Dawn?" "After lunch." "We talked about this debate for Poli Sci." "I IM'd her later, but she never hit me back." ""I IM'd her"?" ""IM'd." Instant messaged." "Okay." "That boyfriend?" "He worried us." "You know, she just seemed lost sometimes." "Dawn was really into Poli Sci." "She loved Professor Samford." "I think she had a crush on him." "She even blogged and tweeted about him." "I'll explain later." "Well, usually, Quentin would pick her up." "But yesterday, she left early." "Alone." "She said she had a study group to go to for Poli Sci." "What do you know about Professor Samford?" "Total rock star." "Girls love him." "It's kind of annoying." "Wait, why?" "'Cause he eats it up." "Takes advantage of it." "He got in trouble a couple times for hooking up with students, but all they ever do is slap him on the wrist." "You ran Riley's name?" "I had a friend in Vice do it, yes." "You are unbelievable." "Well, do you know she has a court date coming up?" "She got popped for heroin three weeks ago." "She told you she was clean for six months." "How much money have you given her?" "How is this any of your business?" "Because I care about you." "Really?" "Because you were pretty clear when you said you didn't want to see me anymore." "I'm talking to you as a friend, John." "This girl's running a game." "I appreciate your concern, but this has got nothing to do with you." "Leave it alone." "Checking your stock quotes?" "Really?" "You know what?" "The last time I talked to y'all, folks started dying." "Well, there's an innocent girl dead." "So just help us out." "Listen, innocent girls die, too." "Okay?" "Circle of life." "Okay, why don't you take off these glasses there, Simba?" "Okay?" "Now, I know you heard something." "What is it?" "I heard something, all right?" "I heard the bounty on your head has doubled since y'all popped Luther Daniels at that diner." "Luther brought that on himself going after that girl and her family like he did." "What can I say, all right?" "People are haters." "All right." "And they're hating on you." "So..." "What about Pup?" "Pup?" "Pup ain't right." "Everybody in the D says something's wrong with that kid." "I don't know." "Maybe it's got something to do with everything that's going on." "All right?" "Maybe it's because Osama bin Drug Dealer done come to the D." "You talking about Amir Sakhani?" "Hey." "I said too much already." "Y'all are gonna get me knocked off." "Okay?" "I am done." "I am done being a rat for you and your little Juliet J-Lo over here." "I'm hopping on a bus." "This is the last that D done seen of my skinny ass for a minute." "Come on, come on." "Look, could either of ya'll lend me $20?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "I'll pay you back." "I promise." "I mean, that is if you live long enough." "Maybe you wanna get that." "Hey, baby, I ordered one of those omelets that you like..." "Who were the guys that beat you up?" "Describe them for me." "They jumped me, I couldn't see, like..." "That's 'cause you've been lying." "You weren't attacked because of me." "You got busted with almost a kilo of heroin." "That's like $30,000 worth of smack that I'm just guessing was what, fronted to you by the guys that assaulted you?" "Close?" "Nice." "You're investigating me now." "Well, I don't have much of a choice." "You never give me a straight answer about anything." "You're gonna lecture me about honesty?" "You know what?" "Really?" "Go back to my place, pack your stuff and leave." "John..." "Keep the money, but I want you out." "Wait." "Come with me." "What if you came with me?" "We could start fresh." "There's no future in Detroit." "John!" "I want you gone before I get home." "What about those guys?" "How am I gonna pay them back?" "The cops took the heroin." "I just gave you money!" "That's not enough!" "You're more messed up than I ever knew." "I always had your back!" "I could have given you up!" "Collected the money myself!" "But, no, I thought what we had was more than that!" "I don't want to see you again." "I can't help you anymore." "Where are we on Dawn's teacher?" "You mean Professor Grab-ass?" "His story checks out." "No extra-curricular activity with Dawn that night." "What about the party he said she went to?" "In Grosse Pointe, thrown by some rich kid, Brett McCord." "Maybe her assailant comes onto her at the party, she gives him the old Heisman," "he gets frustrated, follows her home." "McCord." "Why do I know that name?" "Black family with serious political clout." "You know Bonnie McCord?" "That's this kid Brett's mother." "The constitutionalist nut who's always going on hunting parties in the Upper Peninsula?" "Yeah." "The right to bear arms and shoot unarmed bears." "You know." "Nice of you to join us." "Oh, I was just on with the M.E.'s office." "Autopsy's not ready yet, is it?" "I heard they were backed up." "Yeah." "You know Stan, the tech?" "Got him to rush the rape kit for me." "What do you and Stan got going on?" "He's a huge Lions fan." "I got him a Calvin Johnson jersey." "Look at you, working the system." "What did Stan have to say?" "You know the bruising caused by the rape?" "Inflicted approximately four hours before the time of death." "Hmm." "Sounds like the rape might have happened at that party." "We're going to have to search that place for evidence." "Great." "Toss the house of one of the most prominent families in Detroit." "This is a mess." "We're gonna need a warrant." "Who wants..." "I'll write the affidavit." "You still working on his evaluation?" "I handed it in this morning." "Of course, he doesn't know that." "Mr. McCord?" "Yes." "Detroit PD." "I have a warrant to search the premises." "What's this all about?" "How many people were at this party?" "Twenty, twenty-five." "Mostly friends from my fraternity and their girlfriends." "How well did you know Dawn?" "We had a Poli Sci class together." "Yeah, she spoke a lot, impressed me with what she had to say." "Was that all you were impressed with?" "I thought she was cute." "That's kind of why I invited her to the party." "Yeah, I really didn't get to spend much time with her, though." "Who did she hang out with?" "Well, I kind of lost track." "I mean, in case you haven't noticed, it's a pretty big house, so..." "Look, we're gonna need a list of everybody who was at the party." "I want your badge numbers, both of you." "And I want to see that search warrant." "I already gave it to your husband." "That's all we are required to do, Mrs. McCord." "I don't care, you show it to me." "A young woman is dead." "We're just trying to get to the bottom of it." "What is going on here?" "I said, what's going on?" "We're taking your son down to the station for further questioning." "No, no." " Mom." "Like hell you are!" "You have no idea who you're dealing with." "Spoke to some of the guests at your party, Brett." "A few recall you heading off with Dawn, alone." "Call me crazy, but drunk college kids do not make good witnesses." "She wanted the tour, I obliged her." "That's what a good host does, right?" "And naturally the tour wound up at your bedroom." "I didn't take her to my bedroom." "Gentlemen, if you have any evidence, present it." "Otherwise, I'm taking my client home." "We found this under your bed." "Dawn was raped at your party." "The blouse she was wearing was missing a button." "Guess what?" "It was this button." "My client already stated that he did not take her into his bedroom." "How or with whom she lost a button is not relevant to our being detained." "Well, we got the rapist's DNA from Dawn's body." "Think that'll be relevant?" "If you would like to obtain a DNA sample from Brett, feel free to contact us when you have obtained the proper warrant." "Now I believe we're done here." "Hey." "Dawn's boyfriend, Quentin Clemmons." "Street name Pup, drug dealer and wanted felon." "He kills guys just for looking at his girl." "And right now?" "He's out there trying to find out who did this to Dawn." "I really think this has gone far..." "Now, you see, Brett, we can protect you in here." "But once you leave, you're on your own." "And if Pup Clemmons finds you, you think he's gonna care about your family's money or your momma's political connections or whatever Roger here has to say?" "How much you think Pup is gonna care about that stuff, Brett?" "Drop it!" "You got it all wrong, man." "Stone!" "Drop the damn gun, Pup!" "I didn't kill Alex Caldwell, I'm on the job." "I'm DEA." "Yeah." "All right." "No, there's no problem." "Yeah." "Harkins confirmed your story." "I tried to tell you..." "Yeah, well, I don't hear so good with a gun in my face, all right?" "All these years, I'm trying to put you away, and you're a Fed." "A Fed!" "Awesome." "Yeah, yeah." "But I messed up, man." "I met a girl." "I tried to keep both worlds going." "Now she's gone." "I'm sorry about that, Pup." "I gotta ask you about Alex Caldwell." "He was dead when I got there." "Amir off'd him." "Why?" "Alex wouldn't bow down to him." "Amir put a price on his head." "Just like me." "Yeah." "But see, that's why I'm here." "I talked Amir out of that." "He wants you and me to come work for him." "Who'd give him that idea?" "I put the idea in his head." "See, I told him that you were a crooked cop." "Okay?" "I told him it would cost him more to kill you than to put you in his pocket." "He wants a man on the inside who can tell him what the cops know." "So he wants to meet me?" "Us." "Doesn't get any bigger than this, Stone." "This is our chance to take him down." "You in?" "So, Brett admits to having coerced and forcible sexual intercourse with Dawn..." "Rape." "Well, not according to his definition." "But, yeah." "Most importantly, he couldn't have killed Dawn." "Every kid at that party testified that he was there all night." "Woke up in a pool of his own vomit at 11:00 a.m." "So, Dawn takes a cab home..." "Yeah, goes back to her dorm room." "All she wants to do is take a shower." "She's getting out of her clothes, she hears a knock at the door." "Thinking it's either her roommate or Pup, she answers it." "So, who's standing on the other side?" "Who would have the most to lose if it got out that Brett McCord, scion of a powerful family, raped a girl who was dating a drug dealer?" "Mother." "Bonnie McCord, rising political star." "According to Brett's phone records, there were a couple of calls made to her last night." "Let's bring in Mama McCord." "You scared?" "Why, do I look like it?" "Well, a little bit whiter than usual." "Okay." "I just..." "I don't wanna mess around with this guy." "Do you understand?" "Let's just get him here to implicate himself and take him down." "Yeah, quick and easy, bro." "Quick and easy." "Yeah." "All right." "I'm rusty." "Okay?" "It's been a while since I've done this kind of thing." "You'll be fine, man." "Just let me do all the talking." "Yeah, you love to talk, don't you, Pup?" "You know I do." "You know I do." "As a matter of fact, when we're done with Amir," "I'm gonna sit you down and tell you about all the times" "I saved your ass out here on these streets." "What?" "Yeah, that's right." "I was your guardian angel, buddy." "Right." "Yeah, I was." "Okay." "Okay." "Before we go further, let's be clear on one thing, yes?" "I did not kill your lady friend." "And I'm supposed to take your word for it, right?" "Well, if I wanted to send you a message," "I would have cut her up and left her pieces on your doorstep." "Oh." "Deepest condolences, by the way." "Detective Stone." "I heard a lot about you." "Likewise." "Look, I brought you the cop." "Okay?" "Are we gonna do business, or what?" "First, I have to know what I'm dealing with." "I cut you in, what do I get?" "You get an inside man." "I keep you one step ahead of the Feds." "They think I'm DEA." "Wait..." "What?" "How do I know you're not?" "Guess you're just gonna have to take my word for it." "Oh." "Or you could prove it to me." "Kill him." "Pup." "Come on, man." "What are we doing here?" "Sorry, man." "So, now can we do business?" "I have an Israeli connection." "Military grade materials, we bring it in through Canada." "I guess you're not talking about maple syrup." "C4, automatic weapons, you name it." "We'll own the drug trade, outgun anyone who stands in our way." "Like Alex Caldwell." "I had to send the message." "If you don't play nice, I have to hang you from the ceiling." "It's all about consolidation." "You make it sound like a corporate takeover." "A monopoly means order." "And order means prosperity." "We start in Detroit, and we'll go everywhere, like R and B." "When do we start?" "Stone!" "Are you all right, Detective?" "A little cold." "Oh, God." "My blood pack's worse than bullets on these things." "Get him checked out." "That's gonna leave a mark." "Good work, Agent Clemmons." "Thank you, ma'am." "Did we get him?" "We got him." "You will rot in hell!" "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah!" "Two weeks in a Detroit penitentiary, you're gonna wish you were in Abu Ghraib." "Believe it." "This could've gone really sideways." "It could've." "But it didn't." "You should've just told us Pup was DEA from the start." "And jeopardize his cover?" "I gotta protect my people." "And I gotta protect mine." "Mrs. McCord." "I have to say this is quite unexpected." "You're right, Detective." "This is a real abuse of power." "On our end or on yours?" "My attorney will be able to answer any and all questions you might have." "Unfortunately, I'm 20 minutes late for a fund-raiser, so if you gentlemen will excuse..." "Have seat, Mrs. McCord." "Did you not hear what I just said?" "Last person Brett called the night of Dawn's murder, was you." "Not once, not twice, but three times." "Brett is my son." "So, what is so unusual about that?" "The calls happened less than an hour after Brett sexually assaulted the victim." "You mean, allegedly." "No, it was rape." "Brett all but admitted to it." "This is absurd." "Not according to his statement." "What about her drug dealer boyfriend?" "I mean, are you looking into him?" "I mean, far be it from me to speak ill of the dead, but if you lie down with dogs..." "Dawn's drug dealer boyfriend is an undercover DEA agent." "Which leaves only you, Mrs. McCord." "Have a seat." "What are you implying?" "That your son contacted you when he realized Dawn could talk, damaging the McCord family name, and more importantly, your chances for a Senate seat." "Do you really think I would take it upon myself to get involved?" "I don't think you went to that dorm to kill Dawn." "I think you went to throw money at her." "Whatever it took to shut her up and keep this thing from going Chappaquiddick on you." "But she didn't want your money." "She tried pushing past you, you pushed back, causing her to hit her head on the edge of the desk on the way down." "When Dawn wouldn't wake up, you panicked." "Now, your son told you she was involved with a drug dealer, so you trashed the room to make it look like he did it." "Are we getting any warmer, Mrs. McCord?" "I believe Mrs. McCord has answered your questions." "So, thank you very much for your time, Detectives." "All right, then." "Best of luck in the Senate race." "It's a real honor." "My, that is a beautiful ring you have." "Thanks, my husband designed it." "I can't help but notice, though, one of your stones is missing." "Well, you know, that happens." "These settings are very delicate." "Yeah, well, this is your lucky day, then." "Looks like a perfect fit." "Marquise, about a karat, I'm guessing." "I found it amongst Dawn's things." "It's odd, a college student with a loose diamond dumped in with cheap costume jewelry." "Do you think the DPD has enough manpower to take on this family?" "Well, you know what they say," ""If the diamond fits, you can't acquit."" "What, he's allergic to seafood?" "No, that's not a problem, I'll make pasta." "Yeah, okay." "I'll see you Friday night at 7:00." "Yeah, I love you, too, baby." "Extending an olive branch?" "Pasta." "I figured I'd give him the benefit of the doubt." "You're gonna run him, aren't you?" "Logging in as we speak." "The power of the Internet." "Yeah, well, you better not let Celeste find out." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Good night." "Night." "This..." "This is pretty decent." "Why wouldn't it be?" "Because, man." "All week you've been treating me like I've got the plague." "What were you, pulling my leg?" "You're capable of that?" "How's Stone?" "The hospital released him." "Other than bruised ribs, he's fine." "Sanchez took him home to rest up." "Good work today." ""Leads with his heart, not his head sometimes." "Not always good."" "Always room for improvement." "I'll work on it." "How are you feeling?" "Alive." "Listen." "That whole thing with Riley." "I should have been straight with you." "Yeah, you should have." "I don't know..." "I don't know why I wasn't." "I just..." "Just don't do it again." "Yeah." "Anyway..." "It's over now." "Okay?" "Okay." "Are you going somewhere?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I was thinking of heading to the bedroom." "You wanna come?" "Oh, I forgot my purse." "You want me to come up?" "Help you look?" "You've helped enough." "Go warm up the car." "Yeah." "What are you doing here?" "These guys want their money, John." "I know you love me." "I know you wanna help me." "Listen to me." "I already told you." "I can't help you anymore." "You can." "Remember?" "There's a bounty on your head." "Put the gun down, Riley." "Put it down, now!" "Officer down!" "Officer down!" "Shots fired at 378 Iron." "Officer down!" "Come on, John!" "Come on, John." "Come on, John." "They're coming." "Come on, come on." "Stay with us, John."