CCaller
[In a deep-sounding, disguised voice] Jake Peralta? This is Jimmy Figgis.
Jake
Oh! Uh... hey... dog!
CCaller
You and Ray Holt took down my operation. Now, I'm gonna kill you both. Later, dog. [Hangs up.]
Jake
Uh- Captain Holt?
[Cut to Jake coming out of a house in a South Florida suburb. Next door, Holt is out watering his lawn.]
Jake
Morning, Greg.
Jake
Well, frankly, I pity the lot of you. You look out there and see a problem, I look out there and see an opportunity. I'm gonna slide on that slippery floor all the way from Holt's office to the elevator.
You're gonna do the F.B.P.!
Jake
That's right, Rosa. I'm doing the Full Bullpen!
[Jake prepares by stretching. Terry puts on Jake's helmet and Amy kisses Jake before strapping him on.]
Jake
Here we go.
[When Gina waves the starting flag, Jake slides across the floor to the tune of Starship's "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now". Everyone cheers him on.]
[Everyone continues to root for Jake until he arrives at the elevator, which opens. Holt is inside to everyone's horror.]
BTBoyle, Terry and Diaz
[in slow motion] Nooooo!!!!
Jake
[in slow motion] OOOOHHH!!!
Jake
Hold on, I can't stop!
[Jake collides with Holt and the elevator closes. Everybody cringes. The elevator opens again and Holt and Jake exit. Holt grabs Jake's hand and raises it up.]
Jake
Hey there, Boyle. How's your weekend?
Well, actually, I got a little sick.
Jake
Oh, really? I'm sorry to hear that, man.
Yeah, well, Bullets Over Broadway was on TV. I came down with a big old Dianne Wiest infection.
Jake
[stares impassively]
Jake
[stares impassively]
[continues to smile] ...Like YEAST!
DCDeputy Commissioner Ultrecht
Hello. We're here to honor Captain Jason Stentley, who single-handedly brought down a major drug ring. So it is my pleasure to bestow upon him the Medal of Honor. Captain Stentley.
SStentley
Bestow me, baby! Oh, wow. That's a lotta people. Uh... Baba-booie! Cornholio! That's it for my prepared remarks. Any questions?
R1Reporter 1
Will taking down one drug dealer make a big difference in the overall level of drugs moving into the city?
R2Reporter 2
What's your philosophy for dealing with international narcotics supply chains?
SStentley
Didn't understand the question. Next!
R1Reporter 1
Why was Flaco targeted for this operation?
SStentley
Okay, there's a question I can answer. Uh, uh- well, it all started because I lost a huge bag of cocaine, so I totally biffed it. Uh-
[Deputy Commissioner Ultrecht commandeers the podium.]
UUltrecht
Thank you, Captain. That is- that's plenty.
Jake
That was a train wreck.
Yes, he never should've been put in that position. Whoever recommended him for the medal and called all those reporters really messed up. [Smiles]
Jake
Wait, what are you saying?
Oh, nothing. It just seems as if CJ has been... overmined.
Jake
And you used my made-up word!
I did. I hated it, "overmined!" [Sighs] What have I become? Was this whole thing even worth it?
Jake
It was no snacksident.
[Doug Judy, the Pontiac Bandit, and his foster brother George have Jake and Holt at gunpoint.]
Jake
What the hell, Judy? I thought we were friends!
I don't know why you thought that.
Jake
Because you kept saying we were! We had hard plans to go to Niagara Falls!
GJGeorge Judy
So bro, you friends with this cop?
No. This thirsty-ass bitch just desperate for attention.
Jake
"Thirsty-ass bitch"? Okay, Captain, now I know you're gonna step in to defend me.
Well, you were begging me to compliment you earlier.
Jake
Oh, my God, this is the worst day of my life! Where's Charles?
GJGeorge Judy
So if you're not friends, you won't mind if I waste 'im, right?
Jake
Of course he minds! I mean, sure, we're enemies, but in a playful way. Like Tom and Jerry. Oh, my God, was Tom trying to eat Jerry? My whole life is a lie!
Jake
No, no, no! Those can't be my last words! Uh, ¡ay, caramba!
[George Judy pulls the trigger, but his pistol dry-fires.]
[Doug Judy slams his pistol into his foster brother's head, knocking him out.]
Whoops. Looks like someone forgot to put bullets in his brother's gun.
I just got off the phone with the D.A. And for aiding in the capture of George Judy, you have officially been granted immunity from all your past crimes.
[Doug Judy leans back and takes in his first breath as a free man.]
Nope. Still smells the same.
Jake
I'm sorry that I doubted you. But you did drive off with the guy we were chasing.
Had to. I saw he was about to get away, so I tricked him into thinking I was on his side. It's crazy how good I am at your job.
Look, I owe you both an apology. Doug Judy, I underestimated your honesty. And Peralta, I underestimated your instincts.
Jake
Yeah, I'm gonna need a lot more from you than that.
Fine. You're a good cop, even if you are a thirsty-ass bitch.
Jake
Wow. Solve a pretty intense murder and just crap all over me.
Hey, Cap'n, got you a little somethin'-somethin'. [Pulls the cover off a nearby car, revealing a red 1963 Chevrolet Corvair Monza Spyder convertible.]
Nope. But she is the same make, model, and color.
Oh, my God, you stole this! I can't be seen driving a stolen-
Relax, man. I bought this at a used car lot for, like, $600. This is not a nice vehicle.
Jake
Yeah, it's not.
And by the way, her name's not Gertie. It's Sexarella.
Jake
So, what's next for you, Doug Judy?
Turning over a new leaf. I'm gonna live that honest life. Maybe open up a bakery, buy a little house, invest in my retirement.
Jake
You're gonna go back to stealing cars immediately, aren't you?
That's very much on the table, yeah.
Jake
And when you do, I'm gonna be there to stop you.
Jake
Yes, I will.
Jake
Yes, I will.
Jake
So what was it like getting hit by a bus?
Jake
I knew it! I always wanted to get hit by a bus.
Yeah, I mean, I was legally dead for two full minutes. And I met God.
Tight. What does She look like?
VVeronica
All right, everyone. As you know, the NYPD intends to shutter one precinct in Brooklyn. I'll be evaluating the 9-9 and sending my findings to the Deputy Commissioner. Any questions?
Yeah. Veronica, are you sure you're the best person for the job, given your and my...
[visibly annoyed] Thank you, Detective Boyle.
VVeronica
Sergeant Jeffords, don't be silly. I won't let our past interfere with my assessment in any way, whatsoever.
Well, that's certainly good to hear.
VVeronica
I mean, sure, it took me years of intense therapy to get over, and it's given me a fear of intimacy that has affected every subsequent relationship. But that does not mean that I cannot remain unbiased.
Jake
The way you say that, it kind of makes it sound like you actually are biased.
VVeronica
[Menacingly] I have no idea what you mean. That is all.
[The detectives are meeting at a bar after the 99th Precinct was saved at the last minute]
Apparently the community came to our aid. There was a swell of online support orchestrated by an organization called "Ginazone".
I think you mean "Ginazon". I was behind the bar the whole time. Another great Gina Linetti entrance.
BBartender
I told you- you can't be back here.
And I told you- I already am!
Jake
What did you do?
I was live-streaming a prank when Captain Holt made his big speech about how you did the right thing for the city. I guess people were moved, they were like, "What can we do to help?" and I said "Call the Commissioner's office."
Jake
The G-Hive is real! I can't believe you did it! Gina, you're a legend! To the Nine-Nine!
HTHolt, Terry, Scully, Hitchcock, Amy, Diaz, Boyle
To the Nine-Nine!
[Everyone drinks the toast but immediately spits out the beer bottles' contents.]
[live-streaming the prank with her phone] Y'ALL JUST DRANK CEMEEEEENT!
Holt': I want to show you a picture from last night that really upset me.
Jake
Okay, but in my defense Rosa bet me fifty cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo.
That's not what I want- you drank shampoo?
Jake
What? No. You're the one farting bubbles.
Do you know what disappoints me most about this picture? That I'm not in it. I can't remember the last time I saw the 9-9 so happy. And I wasn't there.
Jake
Because you were working on the presentation, to get us a win.
Yeah, well, it wasn't a real win. I wish I'd been in that photo.
Jake
I know. And I'm sorry you didn't have more fun this weekend. But it's not over. And we are still in Rochester.
Jake
I think you know what I'm saying.
So she's stress-braiding. Big deal. That's like a one on the Santiago panic scale.
Jake
Yeah, but we've also jumped up to level two: creepily singing songs from The Great American Songbook. [In a flashback, Amy sits up creepily singing "You're a Grand Old Flag" while Jake lies awake listening.] So, yeah, it's a little tough right now, but I think the worst is behind us.
WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG TO COOK MY FRICKIN' OATMEAL?!
[Amy picks up the microwave, throws it on the floor, pulls out her collapsible baton, and starts beating and stomping the microwave.]
Jake
She'll be okay.