Against the Wall s01e08 Episode Script

Against The Wall 1x08 Memories We Fear Yeah, I don't know about coral for the countertops.
Well, how aboutpeach? One more.
Keep smiling.
Ugh.
You said that five photos ago.
This is a momentous occasion.
Honey, I'm opening a bake shop.
I'm not building the Sears Tower.
You guys are no fun.
How about mint? It's kind of sweet and subtle.
What about orange and blue? Does everything in your life revolve around the Bears? What's your point? Hey, Dad.
Hey, Mr.
Kowalski.
Hi.
- How was your day? - Fine.
We're looking over the color palettes for the interior of my bakery.
That's nice.
Would you care to weigh in? No.
I'll leave that to the experts.
Thanks for refilling the ice trays.
Okay.
What was that? Oh, just a bad day at work.
Did something happen? Honey, he just got home.
Give him a few minutes.
He'll be fine.
- What are you doing? - What? We're not here to investigate the homicide.
I know.
Well, what's with the gloves? In case I stumble across a clue.
No stumbling, please.
Just focus on our case, okay? - Got it.
- One question.
What? Do you want to be Cagney or Lacey? I'm kidding.
You know, I always prefer Starsky and Hutch.
Me too.
The way Starsky would slide across the hood of the car.
So sexy.
Yeah, right? Stabbed in the back.
Looks like betrayal if you ask me.
Who the hell are you two? Flores and Kowalski.
Internal affairs? You have a problem with a crime scene photographer? Detective.
Find Davies.
Tell him the rat squad's here.
Now, before you talk to this yahoo criminalist who filed this complaint, I just want to go on record as saying that we have never had a problem with Lucas in the past.
Are we talking about Lucas "Flash" Givens? - Yeah.
- You know him? Yeah, I used to run into him on crime scenes all the time when I worked patrol.
He's like a walking Bears encyclopedia.
You're wearing gloves.
Precaution.
No, it's good.
Your partner should be wearing them too.
See, any delinquent skin or hair fibers-- Can contaminate an entire crime scene.
Homicide Detection 101.
Now did you learn that on Nancy Drew, or you just angling for a spot on homicide? Both.
It's about time you people showed up.
You the complainant? That's right, and you guys are late.
That whacko already split.
Okay, calm down.
Just tell us what happened.
I was minding my own business, doing my job.
That photographer hauls off and hits me.
He just hit you out of the blue for no reason? Said I stepped into his light.
I was like ten feet away.
Do you have a history with Lucas Givens? No, we never worked together before.
But he was acting erratic from the moment he arrived, and I smelled alcohol on his breath.
Would you excuse us? Look, I don't want to color your investigation here, but this criminalist Davies is a new guy.
He's a transfer from Orlando who's having a little trouble fitting in with the team.
What does this have to do with the complaint? He doesn't quite get the collegial atmosphere that we like to cultivate here in homicide.
You're saying he should have turned the other cheek? I'm saying he should have kept it in the family, handled it like a man.
I sent a car to Lucas' house to try locate him.
In the meantime, we should split up and talk to the other workers, see if anyone witnessed the assault.
Don't bother.
Nobody saw a thing.
Then it'll be quick, won't it? How about I save you the trouble? Rat squad wants to know did anyone see anything? What'd I tell ya? Never had a problem with Lucas.
He's fast and good.
And in 30 years, he's never had a case or any piece of evidence thrown out of court because of a bad photo.
Lucas sounds like a perfectionist.
Maybe the kind that would slug a guy for ruining his shot? No.
Besides being a consummate professional, the guy's a Teddy Bear.
The only time I've ever seen him upset was when I tried to get him to switch to digital photography.
He wouldn't comply? Well, he argued that digital photography can be manipulated, and, according to him, shouldn't even be allowed in court.
What defense attorney can refute a negative? True.
You can't argue with logic.
Watch your step.
You okay? Yeah.
It's just, uh, it's really small.
And there are no windows.
You want to wait outside? No.
I'm okay.
Go.
This is definitely not like Lucas.
He's what you would call a clean freak.
How do you put up with this all day long? It's not easy.
Crime scene photographers take it in.
Close up.
The job has a pretty high turnover rate, actually.
What about alcohol abuse? It's not uncommon.
There were over 400 homicides in Chicago last year.
It's a miracle anyone on this job can stay sober.
What about Lucas? Ever suspect him of being under the influence at work? Never.
Better get used to it if you want to be in homicide.
Who's this? Uh, it's Matthew, Lucas' son.
Yeah.
Okay.
Be right there.
They need me upstairs.
You two all right here by yourselves? We'll manage.
Oh, leave the door open.
Please.
Thank you.
Kid looks sad.
Must have wanted a truck instead of a sweater.
I remember one Christmas when we didn't get any toys.
You must have been bad that year.
Hey.
Hey.
Why didn't you call me? I didn't know you were still here.
Everything okay? - Yeah.
- No, it isn't.
Do you want to talk about it? What would you think about me retiring? You ask me that every other month.
Well, this time I'm serious.
Oh, and you weren't the last 20 times? What are you gonna do with yourself all day? Lots of things.
Fish, hunt, golf.
You don't golf.
Well, then it's time I learn.
Did something happen? Honey, I'm a cop.
Something happens every day.
Look, you know I'd back you 100% no matter what you decide to do, but I wish you told me before I decided to open up a business.
Yeah.
Well, timing was never my strong suit.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
Patrol officers went by Lucas' house.
He's not there.
What'd you find out? Lucas' supervisor and Detective Rosene were both covering for him.
According to his file, this isn't his first complaint.
He's had two arrests for public intoxication in the past 18 months.
30 years on the job, seeing what he sees, uh, he might need a drink or two to unwind at the end of the day.
If cops do it, why not crime scene photographers? He can unwind all he wants off-duty, but it's our job to make sure he's not doing it at work.
Okay, fine.
If he's drinking at work, he'd have a bottle lying around somewhere.
We should go search his locker.
Would you say that's half empty or half full? - Oh, my God.
- What is it? It's the victim from the alley.
We need to call homicide.
These photos prove a definite link between Lucas and the murder victim.
Lucas moonlights for extra money.
It's not against the law or department policy.
That doesn't explain these photos turning up in his locker.
True.
I've known Lucas for years.
I can't believe that he's a murderer.
I'll look into his alibi, but you should know we have another suspect.
- Who? - It's confidential.
Let me remind you, Detective, Internal Affairs has authority over every department in this agency.
That includes Homicide.
Sorry, Lieutenant.
We're looking for a boyfriend who neighbors witnessed having a heated argument with the victim the night before she was murdered.
We don't have a name yet, but we have a description, and it ain't Lucas.
Then how do you explain his behavior at the crime scene? He's an alcoholic.
I've run into him at A.
A.
meetings in the past.
My guess is he was intoxicated.
Why didn't you tell that to my detectives at the crime scene? I wasn't asked.
I could charge you with impeding an I.
A.
investigation for withholding that information.
You want to charge me, go ahead.
But being an alcoholic doesn't make Lucas a murderer.
Hell, if that were the case, half the C.
P.
D.
should be under an investigation.
Detective, you gonna look at Lucas for this murder, or not? Definitely.
I'm gonna get on that ASAP.
He's not gonna follow through.
We'll make sure he does.
Stay on Lucas.
See what else you can find.
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing over here? Have to file some paperwork with H.
R.
SWAT looks good on you.
Thanks.
You liking it? Yeah.
Love it.
You okay? Seem a little off.
It's this case.
I saw these photos, and I cannot get them out of my head.
Crime scene photos.
Yeah.
There's this one Do you remember that Christmas where we didn't get any toys? We always got toys.
No, there was one Christmas where all we got was clothes.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
That was the Christmas that you cried because you couldn't get some stupid football.
It wasn't just any football.
It was a 1985 Bears NFC Champions commemorative football.
I still can't believe I didn't get it.
Yeah, well, no one got toys.
I got to go.
Lucas.
Heard you were looking for me.
Are you okay? Yeah Detective, I'm Lucas' union rep, Oscar Phelps.
And you came prepared.
I moonlight for extra money.
Took these photographs for Brenda's portfolio.
So you admit you knew her? Yeah.
I freaked out when I saw her at the crime scene.
It was so It was so surreal seeing her like that.
Take your time, Lucas.
I have to disassociate myself from the victims in order to do my job.
I can't think of them as people who were living and breathing a few hours prior.
When was the last time you saw her? I can't remember.
Do you remember when you took these photos? I can't say.
You can't say, or you won't? My memory isn't what it used to be.
Do you recall where you were last night between 10:00 p.
m.
and midnight? Don't answer that.
I'm confused, Detective.
We came here to discuss the altercation between Mr.
Givens and his colleague at the crime scene.
Why are you asking my client about a murder? He knew the victim.
In a professional manner.
Now, if Mr.
Givens is a suspect in her homicide, I'll advise him not to answer any more questions until a lawyer's present.
So how would you like to proceed? Lucas, why did you assault the criminalist? He made a joke about Brenda.
It was inappropriate.
I got angry.
Why did you flee the crime scene after the altercation? I'd been drinking before I arrived.
I I have a problem.
Which Mr.
Givens is addressing by voluntarily admitting himself into a 30-day rehab program.
His health is our main priority, so unless you have reason to hold him, he'll be available post-treatment.
I want to see the photos he took of Brenda Ortiz's crime scene pre-treatment.
I don't have 'em.
I lost the camera.
When? Don't know.
I think I might have left it at the crime scene.
I wa--I wasn't thinking.
Did you file a property loss report with the department? It was my personal camera.
If there's nothing else Homicide's gonna want to talk to him.
We'll head there now.
Rehab? I've seen this bullshit tactic a dozen times.
You know Lucas has a drinking problem.
We found a bottle in his locker.
We can connect him to a homicide, and now he decides to come clean about his drinking problem? You don't find that convenient? You saw the look in his eyes.
The guy's a wounded animal.
He might be telling the truth about the alcohol, but he is definitely hiding something.
We need to find that camera.
Fine.
We'll get a warrant and search his house.
See, I can't even grow a fern.
He's raising an orchid.
This place is definitely not what I expected.
That's some storm.
That's some rainbow.
Yeah, it's a lovely photo.
Shall we? Oh, my God.
Abby.
What's up? You find something? This.
Shit.
You still think he's harmless? Where's Kowalski? Trying to track down Lucas' ex-wife.
What have we got? Our victim's wedding dress matches the dress all four brides are wearing in the crime scene photos, and, like Brenda, they're all stabbed in the back.
Not only that, they're all photographed at the same altar in the exact same church.
You think we're dealing with a serial killer? Checked ViCAP.
No matches.
Do we know what church these photos were taken at? We're waiting to hear back.
What do we know about the other victims? We haven't been able to match any of the brides to actual murder victims yet.
But missing persons is running a nationwide search for any women matching their descriptions.
These women all look alike.
They're all young and beautiful.
I'm thinking they're all models like Brenda.
And if we can track down her modeling agency, it might give us some clues as to who these other women are.
Flores.
When? Okay.
Thanks.
- Lucas is on the run.
- What? His union rep checked him into rehab this afternoon.
He disappeared shortly afterward.
I got to get on the horn.
He could be in friggin' Canada by now.
We better track down that modeling agency before Lucas finds himself another bride.
Abby and I'll talk to the ex-wife.
She might know where he would run.
I'm heading home for the night.
You two should knock off.
We tracked down the modeling agency, left word for the manager.
Just waiting to hear back.
What about the ex-wife? Abby? Sorry.
What? Lucas' ex-wife.
Did you get ahold of her? Uh, yeah.
She's coming in first thing in the morning.
Okay.
Have a good night.
You okay? Yeah.
Just a bit tired.
I'll see you tomorrow? Wait, you called me all the way over here just to talk about Christmas '85? Steve, you live three blocks away.
Yeah, with two kids and a wife I'd like to spend some time with.
This will take five minutes if you just focus and tell me what you remember.
When is Richie coming back? I already talked to Richie.
He doesn't remember anything.
Neither do I.
Steve.
Come on.
All we got was clothes, no toys.
Wait, okay.
Was that the year that Santa pinned all those dollar bills to the tree? I think that was mom, actually.
Duh.
Come on.
Do you know why we didn't get any toys? Probably 'cause dad was sick.
I mean, he was the one who always got all the toys.
Dad was sick? Yeah, he, uh-- I think he had the flu.
It wasn't the flu.
What was it? He was depressed.
Why didn't anyone ever say anything? Well, it was 25 years ago, honey.
What happened? All I know is your father went Christmas shopping after work, but he came home empty-handed.
And he crawled into bed, and he stayed there for three days.
I could barely get him to eat or drink anything, let alone talk.
He never told you what happened? No, he never did.
And I asked him several times.
In the beginning.
But he said he just couldn't talk about it.
So I--I felt the best thing to do is just to back off and wait until he could.
But he never did.
When my son Matthew was six, Lucas disappeared with him for two days.
When they came back, Lucas couldn't remember where they'd been or what they'd done.
And that's when we left.
Did Lucas ever abuse you or your son? No.
He wasn't that kind of drunk.
He wasn't angry.
He was despondent.
He'd disappear into the bottle.
It was scary, but he never hurt us.
Why did you return all his letters? 'Cause I love Lucas.
And I knew if I didn't cut him off completely, we'd end up back together, and that's not the kind of life I wanted for my son.
Did your son know Lucas was trying to get in touch with him? He thought his father was dead.
So you lied to him.
I protected him.
And if what you're saying about Lucas is true, then I was right in what I did.
We're gonna need to speak with your son right away.
I told you everything you wanted to know.
Why drag him into this? Lucas is on the run.
There's a chance he may reach out to your son.
That's impossible.
Matthew's in Afghanistan with the army.
The army.
How old is Matthew? So Lucas hasn't seen his son in 15 years? Um, hi.
Is Abby working tonight? Is she here? Uh, excuse me.
Could you tell me why you called me down here? You're freaking me out.
What? You took your dad's file? I know.
I didn't mean to.
It was just there.
In the women's bathroom? No, in the file cabinet.
- Under "K.
" - Abby.
Well, I--I was looking through the cabinet for a suspect's file, and I realized I have access to my entire family.
Uh-oh.
I don't like where this is going.
Neither do I, which is why I haven't opened it yet.
Wait, is this because you didn't get toys on Christmas? No.
Well, yeah, kind of.
You don't understand my dad.
He loves Christmas.
He's a bigger kid than we are.
And for him to lie in bed for three days and miss it, something had to happen to him.
Okay, but, Abby, you and your dad are finally speaking again.
If he finds out you took his file I know.
I know.
I just--the answers to my questions are in here.
Yeah, and ones that you don't want to know.
Abby, you coming? Yeah, I'll just be a sec.
Hey.
Hey.
Are you home for lunch? I've been craving your chicken salad.
How's your day going? What are you working on? Loan application for my bake shop.
It's, uh, so overwhelming, all this little detail.
You have to have a degree in marketing just to get through it.
Yeah, paperwork is never fun.
How do you handle it? I make a rookie do it.
Well, seeing as I don't have a rookie, you have any other brilliant ideas? What if I help you? - Really? - Sure.
Just as soon as I make myself a sandwich.
You want one? Sure.
So how is your day going? You really want to know? Only if you want to tell me.
Still thinking about retiring? Me? Are you crazy? I'd go nuts sitting around this house all day.
They're gonna have to drag me off the street.
All right, ladies, let's get up on stage, please.
Do you sexually harass all your models, or just the underage ones? She's 18, and "harass" isn't the word she just whispered into my ear, but it's not that I have to explain-- Detective Flores and Kowalski.
Oh.
Well, how can I help you stunning ladies? Are you, uh, thinking of a career change? We have some questions about Brenda Ortiz.
Oh.
What, is she in some kind of trouble or something? She was found dead yesterday.
How? She was murdered.
Oh, my God.
I just saw her.
I just spoke to her two days ago.
She was on her way to a photo shoot.
Was this the photo shoot with a photographer named Lucas Givens? Yeah.
Did he do this? You know, I knew she shouldn't have taken that job.
Why do you say that? 'Cause the guy was cagey.
I mean, I didn't like him the moment he stepped into the agency.
He made Brenda sign this confidentiality agreement telling her not to discuss any of the details of the photo shoot.
Is that normal in your business? Some high-end designers do it when they're trying to keep a new label under wraps.
I just assumed that's what the job was.
So you have no idea what was supposed to happen on this photo shoot? No, I wasn't even allowed on the set.
I mean, hell, I--I didn't even know where it was.
I recognize her.
Who, Tanya? Yeah, her face is everywhere.
She's one of the dead brides.
Lucas is recreating a crime scene he photographed in Saint Oswald's several years ago.
So the brides in the photos are models? Tanya identified several of them.
We confirmed they're alive.
We're waiting to hear back about the others.
So if the models in the photos are all alive, how'd she end up dead? Maybe Lucas' obsession about the crime scene escalated into actually carrying out the crime, or our victim did something to upset him.
Maybe she refused to go through with the photo shoot.
Well, that would explain why we didn't find photos of her in the church.
Abby's gone to the church to talk to the priest.
You think the priest knows what Lucas is up to? Someone had to give him access to the sanctuary.
I've been ministering to Lucas for 15 years.
I can assure you he's no killer.
Well, there's an entire police department hunting him down as though he is.
If what you're saying is true, I need your help, because Lucas' life may depend on it.
Lucas struggles with pretty severe demons.
Alcohol being one of them.
What's another? Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Brought on by photographing the crime scene in your parish.
That's correct.
I know about the crime scene.
What I don't know is why he's recreating it.
The memories we fear are the ones that haunt us.
By reliving the crime scene, he's facing his fear head on? It's a therapy of sorts.
It seemed to be helping him.
And when it didn't, what would he do? He would pray.
Is your church open now? Our doors are always open.
Thank you, father.
Lucas? Are you okay? Do you believe the saying that a bullet never lies? What are you talking about? They say that a bullet never lies.
Lucas, what are you doing with that gun? They say if you load a single bullet into the chamber, spin the cylinder, put the gun to your head, pull the trigger, the bullet won't judge you.
If you're guilty, bang.
What if you're innocent? Click.
You live another day.
Like Russian Roulette.
One bullet One chance for the truth.
What truth are you looking for? I need to know if I killed Brenda.
Lucas, put the gun down.
I need to know the truth.
She was such a sweet girl.
Whatever happened to Brenda, it wasn't your fault.
How do you know that? I know you didn't kill the other brides.
But you don't know if I killed Brenda.
I don't know what happened to Brenda, but I don't think you did it.
You have too much of a big heart, Lucas.
You feel too much for life.
And, more importantly, a Bears fan could never do something like that, right? So much pain, so much ugliness inside my brain.
I just want to pull it all out, end it.
God.
No more nightmares, no more sleepless nights, no more death.
You can do that, Lucas.
You can take your life.
But then the storm wins.
What are you talking about? I saw your photograph in your apartment.
The rainbow surrounded by storm clouds? That's what it's like, isn't it? A war in your mind? Stood on the roof of the old Porter building for three hours during a thunderstorm waiting to take that shot.
I was sure I was gonna get struck by lightning.
What happened? The rain stopped, the clouds parted, and that rainbow appeared.
I know my job.
This won't cloud my judgment.
I can't take that risk.
There's a civilian in there.
Along with my sister.
Which is exactly why I'm ordering you to stand down.
This is bullshit.
She's my sister.
I should have her back.
No one else.
You can either sit this one out like a professional, or do it in the back of a squad car.
You're up.
If he makes one threatening move, pull.
Sir.
Sergeant.
Take it easy.
I know your daughter's in there.
Sending in the TAC team? I haven't determined that yet.
What the hell are you waiting for? Look, I've already ordered your boy to stand down.
Now you're welcome to observe, but if you don't stay out of my way, you'll be doing it behind the yellow tape.
That's my daughter in there.
We're going to get her out.
Will you give me the gun, Lucas? No.
I still don't know the truth.
I still don't know if I killed Brenda.
What do you remember from that night? Last thing I remember, she was lying on the altar in the wedding dress.
I was taking photos.
I woke up in the morning, I got called to the job, and there she was in the alley.
Why weren't her photos in the portfolio with the others? They're still in my camera.
Well, the answers may be in those photos, Lucas.
If you put the gun down, we can figure it out together.
Hello.
Sheila.
What's wrong? It's Abby.
What happened? Well, I need you to stay calm.
Tell me what happened.
Well, we don't know what's going on, but it looks like she's in the middle of a hostage situation at a church.
What is she doing in there? I don't know, but I promise you we're gonna get her out.
What church? - Sheila.
- What church? I need you to promise me you won't come down here.
What church? Saint Oswald's.
What happened? Your mother's on her way.
I care because someone I love went through what you're going through now.
P.
T.
S.
D.
? I don't know.
He wasn't affected the way you are, but something definitely happened.
Will you help me, Lucas? How? Well, you can start by telling me why that crime scene affected you the way it did.
It wasn't the crime.
It was the place.
The church? When I was a boy, I was usually left alone.
Sometimes I'd wake up from a nightmare.
I'd get so scared.
I'd sneak out of the house, slip into the church down the street, curl up under one of the pews and fall asleep.
It was the only place in my world that felt safe.
Until that day.
When you saw the dead bride at the original crime scene? She looked so beautiful.
Like an angel asleep at the altar.
I didn't even see the knife sticking out of her back.
Why do you care what happens to me? Hey.
That was Richard.
He's trying to get the next flight back home.
Have you talked to mom? Something's happening.
What's going on? Your daughter is standing in the line of fire.
She's purposely blocking the sniper shot.
You got to send in the TAC team.
Sergeant, get these men out of my A.
O.
You can't do that.
Watch me.
Dad, dad, dad, no.
Hey.
Hey.
Back off.
Back off.
Take it easy.
You still have a son, Lucas.
He doesn't want anything to do with me.
That's because up until a few hours ago he thought you were dead.
What are you talking about? Your ex-wife lied to him.
Matthew didn't know anything about your letters.
All these years she kept him away from me? She lied to you.
She lied to me.
Matthew is in the army.
She said he was off serving in Afghanistan.
He's been back for a week.
He's a soldier? And he's your son.
He wants to see you.
Maybe Irene was right.
He's a grown man, Lucas.
He can make that decision on his own.
Please, give your son a chance to know you.
Sorry! I'm so sorry! Abby.
You all right? I'm okay.
What are you thinking, tackling a guy with a gun? You ever try something like that again, I'll shoot you myself.
Thank God that bullet went through a window and not your head.
Do you think they'll make me pay for the window? Well, couple of "our fathers" should do it.
Sorry to interrupt.
We need that camera.
Uh, yeah.
I'll meet you back at the office.
Where's dad? He, uh, he went inside.
Okay.
Dad.
I was just thanking St.
Michael for protecting you.
Oh.
Which is no easy task.
What were you thinking? He needed help.
He was hurting, and I was there.
Heard you were asking about Christmas '85.
Did St.
Michael tell you that? No.
Heard it from another Saint.
Mom.
Why didn't you just ask me? Would you have told me? Depends on the reason for wanting to know.
I guess I was worried about you.
Well, that's not your job.
That's mine.
Where does it say a daughter can't worry about her father? It doesn't.
It's just an unwritten rule.
Fathers do all the worrying.
Then tell me.
So I'll stop.
It was Christmas Eve.
I was picking up your gifts after work, and I came upon an accident.
There was a little girl not much older than you pinned under a car.
I tried, but I--I couldn't get her out.
I wanted to run and get help, but she was so scared that I couldn't leave her.
So I stayed, and I held her hand, and I told her it was gonna be okay.
But I was lying.
It wasn't gonna be okay, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
It wasn't your fault.
I know.
But I realized at that moment how helpless I was.
That all of my training, all of my strength couldn't save that little girl.
It shook me up for a long time.
And now? Are you okay? Honey, we're cops.
We see things every day that most people never see in a lifetime.
We all have our vices.
Mine are your mother and you kids.
If anything ever happened to one of you Abby? Sorry.
They need to debrief you.
I have to go.
Your mother's on her way.
She'll be upset if she doesn't see you.
Tell her I'm okay.
I'll stop by the house later.
These are the photos from Lucas' camera.
You recognize him? It's Brenda's manager, Rick Rose.
He was there at the church the night she was murdered.
But he claimed he didn't even know where the photo shoot was.
Well, it turns out he was the boyfriend we were looking for.
And he killed her? Confessed an hour ago.
Said it was a lover's quarrel.
Apparently he followed her home after the photo shoot, and they got into a real knock-down, drag-out.
That was the fight the neighbors overheard.
He started threatening her.
He grabbed the knife from the kitchen.
She tried to run.
Caught her outside, stabbed her, and dumped her body in the alley.
So Lucas is innocent after all.
Your instincts were correct.
Does this mean we'll get treated better when we show up to one of your crime scenes again? Not likely.
But I look forward to working with you in homicide someday.
I need that report.
What? You really gonna leave me for homicide? Well, you could come with me.
You know, keep the partnership going? What good is Starsky without Hutch? Wait, I'm starsky and you're hutch.
Oh, come on.
There is no way you could slide across the hood of a car with that bump.
For your information, sliding across the hood of a car is exactly how I got this bump.
What? Yeah, car wash day at the Flores house.
Squirt guns, wet T-shirts, hot wax.
It's, you know, how we keep the fun in the marriage.
Someday you'll understand.
Okay.
Can I help you? Yes, ma'am.
I'm looking for Detective Kowalski.
I'm Detective Kowalski.
Did you just call me "Ma'am"? - Hi.
- Hi.
I'm Matthew Givens.
I'm, uh, Lucas' son.
Oh, Matthew.
I'm so happy to meet you.
I'm glad you're here.
Your father has a tough road ahead of him.
Well, he won't be doing it alone.
I'll be with him every step of the way.
I'm glad.
Actually came here to, uh, to thank you for saving his life and giving me a chance to have my father back.
I was just doing my job.
I heard what you did.
I heard that you put yourself in the line of fire.
Where I come from, that makes you a hero.
No.
You guys are the heroes.
Out there every day, risking your lives to keep us safe? Thank you.
I appreciate that.
Thank you.
Ma'am.
"Ma'am.
" I hate that.
You okay? Tough day.
Mom? You here? Abby.
I went to the church.
You weren't there.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Didn't dad tell you? Yes, but it's not the same.
I needed to see you for myself to see you're okay.
I'm okay.
When you joined I.
A.
, I told myself I had one less kid to worry about.
And then to get this call-- Abby, promise me you will never do anything like this again.
Mom, I can't.
I'm a cop.
I took an oath.
Why didn't I marry a plumber?