[Cleaning up his workstation, handing the snack wrappers to Sanchez] Guys, this is a surveillance center, not a concession stand. And I'm not your maid, ok?!
Why don't you calm down, Buzz?
S2 E1Blue Blood
I can manage this. You look tired. Why don't you head on home?
[Rolls eyes] Please don't use the techniques you employ in there [pointing to the Interrogation Room] on me. Something you'd like to know, ask me.
Well, I didn't think it was any of my business. I just...I heard you were getting a divorce, that's all.
I'm not getting a divorce. Estelle's getting a divorce. The job, the hours. She's seeing someone else. They're getting married. So no alimony. She doesn't want our kids because he doesn't want them. So there's that. And y'know, at some point it will...stop hurting and I'll just...hate her and go on with my life.
[to Fritz, on the subject of their moving in together] There are all these problems that would have to be worked out.
Like ... like what?
Like gettin' a new phone, for one thing, because you couldn't answer mine when my parents called.
That really isn't a ... problem ...
And I can be just impossible.
I like that you're impossible sometimes.
Well, what if you stopped? Stopped liking me?
If I was gonna stop liking you, I would have done it already.
Good. Well, look, I haven't had a lot of success living with guys, and it could just ruin everything.
Yes, but if, uh, we're trying to sort of become closer, more like full partners, living together would give us a chance to see what that would be like.
Lt. Provenza, are you eatin' chocolate in here?
[With a guilty look] Sorry.
I thought we'd agreed to keep snacks with processed sugar out of the murder room. If y'all have to have candy please do so in the hallways or the electronics room. Or you could try givin' it up. Since I stopped eatin' all that crap I have more energy. And I'm sleepin' better too.
What about nuts?
Excuse me?
Are my nuts allowed in here?
Do they have sugar on them, Lieutenant?
No, they're salty.
Well, there's your answer, then.
[into cellphone, presumably with Estelle] You could've told me about it in person. In advance. Yeah, I can't talk about this now, I'm sorry you feel that way, but we've just lost a 15-year veteran in a shootout and that's actually more important than you are at the moment. [clicks off] Leahy, is it true your men were circulating 100 flyers of some guy who was not connected to the crime?
I got 98 of them back, sir.
And where is Det. Martin's partner?
Det. Xavier is waiting in Cmdr. Taylor's officer with the murder book and the informant packet.
So unless you'd like to start collecting your pension tomorrow, Central had better back off and allow Priority Homicide do its job. You're dismissed.
Captain, I'm so sorry, but we're gonna need all of these flyers, because otherwise ...
That's good enough for me. Ninety-eight percent is fine. Go on Captain. (Leahy leaves)
You understand that this is not a picture of the informant Det. Martin was working with.
I don't want to talk about this anymore. [closes door] You left a police officer lying next to the man who shot him, and that is never done.
The reason I left Det. Martin lying there is that police officers are trained to fire in bursts. And Martin only put one shot into Barak. One. And the bodies were lying close together. Too close. And what was Martin doing there in the first place? Now, he and Det. Xavier were working with an undercover informant and I need to question him.
You can't release the informant's name to law enforcement.
Well, how am I supposed to talk to him, Will? What if he's not just ... just waitin' by the phone?
Why is it you can never do your job without constantly complaining about everything? The informant was guaranteed anonymity. [calms down] You can release his name to one other member of your squad and that's it. Now I've upheld your authority with the entire department looking on. But when a police officer is killed, we expect closure quickly and completely. Is that clear?
Yes it is. Your attitude, however, is a complete mystery.
So Lt. Provenza, summin' up what we know so far. Alone and on his day off, Detective Tim Martin enters an abandoned warehouse in downtown Los Angeles 30 miles from his home in Long Beach. By coincidence, Mr. Barak, a murder suspect in a double homicide Martin is working happens to enter the same warehouse. They both draw their weapons and fire at the exact same time. Fatally wounded they instantly drop dead where they stand. What would you say the chances are it happened like that?
Apparently, 100 percent.
S2 E2Mom Duty
What are you doing?
Being nice.
You're not nice. And you're on duty.
Well, give me the afternoon off.
My mother is married. To my father.
Relax, Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh. I don't date women over 35. 40 if I'm drinking.
Alright, then. You can have her back by 7:00, because I have a dinner I cannot miss.
I brought this back from the funeral for you. Since you're off sweets. It's a...cake-like object made with some sort of...prune crap substitute for sugar.
[Tastes it, then throws it away] There is no substitute for sugar.
Congratulations, Chief. You got your mistrial.
It's not my mistrial; it's my arrest. You'd think people would be happy to put a genuine killer behind bars.
Aram Asourian is the leader of a mob family.
Well, maybe next time you can pair him up with a crime he's actually committed. Personally, I always feel better about the justice system when it matches up murder charges with the right person.
Then it's too bad Vahan didn't confess to killing the juror, too.
Well, maybe he didn't. But Bela Rose didn't die a natural death. And thanks to Lt. Flynn's determination, which I know you in the L.A.P.D. are desperate to acknowledge, I now can talk to the jurors who actually saw her die.
[Staking out Vahan's apartment] He's been in there all day.
If you had his girlfriend, you'd be in there all day, too.
Mr. Millbrook. Thank you so much for stopping by. How goes your motion for a mistrial?
MMillbrook
It doesn't.
I expected better of you. All right then. I have been reviewing the transcripts of this trial and in presenting your client's defense, you never once brought up his son, Vahan. And it looks like he's the one who set the fire.
MMillbrook
Asourian won't let me mention the boy. And Vahan's vanished. Nobody's seen him in years.
I keep wondering how wonderful it would be if Vahan were suddenly just to turn up. You'd get your mistrial and preserve your sterling reputation. More billable hours. All sorts of good things could happen.
MMillbrook
Yes, well, Asourien won't let me mention the boy, though. He's very serious about that.
Well, maybe we'll get lucky and someone'll just turn up with an untraceable tip that'll lead us to Vahan. And this can all end.
MMillbrook
How untraceable?
They'll find weapons of mass destruction in Baghdad first.
Mama, I'm so sorry, but I'm not gonna be able to take you to this funeral after all.
What?
I wish I could but I have this murder I have to investigate.
Oh for heaven's sake, there are murders every day of the week. And your Aunt Floetta will only have one funeral.
[To Fritz, regarding Brenda] I get that look, too, sometimes. That is not a good look.
What are you doing?
Being nice.
You're not nice. And you're on duty.
Well, give me the afternoon off.
My mother is married. To my father.
Relax, Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh. I don't date women over 35. 40 if I'm drinking.
Alright, then. You can have her back by 7:00, because I have a dinner I cannot miss.
I brought this back from the funeral for you. Since you're off sweets. It's a...cake-like object made with some sort of...prune crap substitute for sugar.
[Tastes it, then throws it away] There is no substitute for sugar.
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