"[phone ringing]" "Honey." "Hmm?" "Honey, honey, honey." "McQuade." "Yeah." "Put him on." "Not tonight." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Slow down." "[dramatic music]" "He's what?" "Sweet mother of God." "His name is Josh Greenberg." "Last week, he tried to kiss a girl he works with named Rosa." "She turned him down." "Now he wants to text her." "What does the text say?" ""You up?" "Wanna hang?"" "I know." "His finger's on the button." "Christ." "Is he drunk?" "They always are." "Your show, McQuade." "Josh!" "My name is Lieutenant McQuade." "I just want to talk." "Well, I'm all done talking, man!" "I know you're in a bad spot." "But use your head." "It's 2:00 a.m. on a Saturday." "How do you think this is gonna play out?" "Rosa's gonna read that text as a booty call and think you're creepy." "Hey!" "Don't come any closer!" "I'll send it." "I swear to God I'll send it." "Okay, okay, okay!" "You're in control, brother." "You're in control." "Snipers in position." "[suspenseful music]" "We got a clear shot." "No." "Hold your fire." "Let me try something." "I put down mine." "You want to put down yours?" "No way, man!" "That's--that's fine." "That's okay." "I'm just gonna come a little bit closer so we can talk." "I think you and me might have got off on the wrong foot." "How 'bout we start over, huh?" "You went to North Evanston High, right?" "Yeah." "I've got a couple buddies from there." "Go, Wolverines!" "Yeah, go, Wolverines."