Nisam ubila muža.
My husband conducted all his business in Serbia.
I know nothing about it or about the fire.
Hey... Adina.
We're trying to help you here.
Please, my head... Just get them to stop pounding!
Yeah, I'm sorry. What are you gonna do, right?
Some idiot downtown read this study from Scandinavia
saying an open workspace is supposed to promote maximum efficiency.
Then... What about privacy?
Privacy is the...
the bedrock of American exceptionalism, am I right?
So, anyway, now they're fucking tearing down cubicles.
I'm out of an office, my partner, Det. Pici here, is out of an office.
Even the Lieutenant's out of an office.
And I'll be frank with you.
It's turned him into a grumpy motherfucker.
Now, it's my job... Shit, it's our job, to cheer him up.
And I know we can. All we have to do, Adina, we...
You gotta solve your husband's murder.
Then why are you still questioning me?
-Why not my sister, Zoe? -Yeah...
She's always been jealous of me. I swear she set the fire.
Right. We gotta start somewhere. I'd love to cross you off our list.
I forgot to ask. Do you speak Serbian?
What's that have to do with my husband's murder?
Maybe nothing.
-Maybe everything. -You gotta help us out here.
-We're running out... -No, I don't speak Serbian.
It's not like... Italian. It's got 12 dialects, it's hard on the ear.
Good. Yeah, right. No, I hear you. I hear you. Hey...
-They broke for lunch. -Maybe it's a sign. Are we done?
Yeah... Yeah.
I love your polish.
-Excuse me? -Your nails.
I love that red. What's it called?
"Roses in the Snow."
I love that name.
All right. So, we've got that.
"Roses in the Snow." I think we're done here.
Do you get the gel or the regular polish?
I don't know, Detective.
I get 'em done at the shop.
Yeah.
Of course you do.
-Can I go? -No, I need...
Just ten more minutes, please. Have a seat.
Yeah.
I hear it took you three times to pass the NDIT exam.
Actually, Lieutenant, it was more like four.
Four... It's not in the file.
I got cold feet the first time, and never made it into the exam.
Do I look like someone you'd share this with?
Right. I was just trying to be honest, Lieutenant...
Honest? Don't you ever blow smoke up my ass...
-Afraid there ain't nothing there. -Why'd you let her off so easy?
Goddammit! Just get me a collar.
-All right... -It's not that hard, is it?
Put this honest rookie to work.
-That man needs to find some love. -He just needs his office back.
I do not know why we fought so hard for gay marriage.
Don't know why you thought you'd have it any easier.
Seven years in, they all end in divorce... or murder.
Something to look forward to. I just got assigned the Ilić case.
Are we pressing charges against the missus?
Doesn't look like it.
I'm not so sure. We need to take another pass at her.
Oh, come on, Pici. I mean, look at her. She's got...
She's got an alibi, no motive...
Look at... the fucking wig and the nails. She's a trophy wife.
Fabulous manicure.
"Roses in the Snow." I'll get you a bottle.
What does nail polish have to do with anything?
Maybe nothing, maybe...
Maybe everything.
Can I have you for a minute, Detective?
She wants you there "a minute," Detective. I smell trouble.
You in trouble!
Trouble.
Did you teach Jonah to slam his palm into other kids' faces?
Yeah, but only for when he's being mercilessly bullied.
-Yeah, 'cause he's six years old. -It's not like I handed him a Glock.
Thank God for that. He broke some kid's nose.
-Oh, shit. -Yeah, exactly.
You know how many strings I had to pull to get him into that school.
Well, you know that I'm fine if he transfers to public.
Transfers? No.
He's...
He's gonna get kicked out.
Do you wanna explain to Principal Lepalurma,
because she's expecting one of us in her office at noon.
Yeah, I would, but principals creep me out worse than clowns.
Okay, I'll go. Can you help Jonah with his Mandarin flash cards?
And, please, can you skip the martial arts moves?
Mandarin, Mandarin, no martial arts.
It's called Krav Maga by the way.
-No. And no more toxic creamers. -Yes, dear.
But only if you promise that he's gonna be allowed to...
I'll allow Jonah to do contact sports.
You will? Thank you.
It's our seven-year anniversary coming up...
You wanna render a pact?
No divorce.
No murder...
-Okay, I love you. -I love you.
-I'll see you later. -See you later.
You got a name, rookie?
Jenny Block.
Trying to be funny?
No. My mom danced with J-Lo on In Living Color.
Oh.
Well, shit.
All right. We appreciate your time, Adina.
We gotta wait for the fire department's report and then...
-Then we'll be in touch. -Okay. Can I leave?
Yeah, you're free to go.
-Hang on. -No, don't!
Don't you know? Red spiders are sacred.
Embrace them and they'll lead you to the truth.
No, I did not know that.
Okay, hang tight for just a sec and I'll walk you out.
Did you know Scandinavia isn't a country?
Yes.
Right over my head.
Dobre nokte.
You wanna take off your coat, tell me what else you're lying about?
Um...
I have a migraine.
Can I have an aspirin, please?
So...
Adina understands Serbian.
Yep. Told you she was hiding something, Tom.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, this is Detective Jenny Block.
-You're kidding, right? -No, no.
-Hi. -Hi.
Yeah... So, Detective Block.
The way I see it... Well, there's two types of detectives, right?
First, you got your "9-to-5"-er, and that's me.
I'll do my absolute best while I'm on the clock,
but I also just wanna get home safe,
I wanna cash out on my pension the first fucking day I can.
But then...
Then you got your Detective Sharon Pici. Hm?
She's a woman who just has it all.
She's got the wife, the kid, and the career.
Shows no sign of slowing down.
She lives, she breathes this job.
A real closer, which is why we call her The Queen of The Box.
Now, Detective...
You're at a real crossroads.
You get to pick which one of us you want as your training officer.
You want the "9-to-5"-er?
Or The Queen?
-Right? -Um, well...
You don't have to answer me.
Just mull it over, yeah?
Will you cut open some boxes over there?
Yeah, all of 'em. Just... There, there, there. A few in the back.
-Okay. Sure. -Mm-hmm.
-It was nice to meet you. -You too.
Detective Jenny Block.
Fucking A.
I made it, Pops.
Forget it. I'm not holding some rookie's hand.
Then you shouldn't have made such a strong first impression.
Okay. Let's get back in there, grill her hard this time.
-All right. -I'll go get her some aspirin.
Yeah, all right. Just give me a beat.
Julie's ovulating. I need to come up with a good excuse.
Ow!
Help!
Nisam ubila muža.
Hey. My... my bad.
Just gotta start packing up.
-Yeah. -You ready for the big move?
-Yep. -Cool.
Oh... Shit.
Jesus have mercy on me.
A sinner.
Hey. Um...
-I didn't miss an appointment, did I? -You haven't missed one all year.
Good. I'm committed to beating this, Doctor.
I know you are.
But as we've discussed, PTSD, it's... precarious.
All right.
I have to write your one-year evaluation.
I know.
And it's been slow. But I'm making progress, right?
Yes, but...
I feel the deeper we go...
It's my opinion that your obsession with the Adina Ilić case, it's...
proving prohibitive to your recovery.
Can we do this later? The last thing I need is for Jed to think
that my mental health is interfering with my work,
which, we both know it's not. So...
I'm not cherry picking. I'm taking all my meds.
Good, that's good to know, but...
Last week...
Did you try to hang yourself?
I got word you were seen standing on that chair,
testing that copper pipe for weight. Why?
Why do you think? It was part of the case.
Pici, you assured me you simply had a hypothetical preoccupation...
Jenny? What's your ETA on Joey?
That's something this department simply can't ignore.
I understand that. I accept that.
Hey. What's up, Doc?
We'll need this room for a Murder One grilling.
Okay. Can we take this to my office, Sharon?
No. No can do.
Pici and I have to tag team this one, yeah?
-Yep. -Good.
-Thank you. -Here to serve.
Oh, my God.
Pici...
-I'm worried about you. -Well, there's no need.
-Really? -Yes, really.
There's two things that make me happiest in this world.
One is grilling a perp in this room
and the second is my visitation with Jonah.
And today is a special day, 'cause I get to do both.
I'm not here to undermine your happiness.
Nail the bad guy.
Enjoy time with your boy.
But look me in the eye.
Tell me, Sharon...
Tell me that you're not suicidal.
We're picking this up later on.
It's... It's been a fucking year, right?
You can't get her better?
Maybe if you hadn't interrupted me, I'd be a bit further down the line.
If you want to talk about this, make an appointment.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing dumping me in this shit hole?
I'm not good enough for your fancy new office?
My taxes pay for that shit.
Oh, Joey, Joey, Joey...
We're trying to preserve our new offices.
Keep 'em asshole free. Right?
We're trying to preserve some of that new smell, kind of like a new car?
No, fuck this new bitch.
I'm only talking to Detective Pici.
Hey, Joey.
Hey.
You slammed my rookie in the face
and that's got me in a foul fucking mood.
But now, your resumé includes killing Rosario.
I mean, shit, Joey. Huh?
Not even Detective Pici's gonna be able to get you out of this one. Huh?
Hey, you. Go take care of that and fill out a report, yeah?
I can't do that right now.
Hey!
I'm so fucked.
Yep.
I need your help here, Detective.
You heard him. I can't help you with murder.
Wrong, wrong, wrong fucking answer, Sharon!
What? Asthma?
No! He hit me! I have to go see a doctor.
Wha... Wait, wait, wait. It's a bloody nose.
-He hit me in the stomach. -All right.
Oh, shit...
No. No, no. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey!
There's no fucking crying in the box, all right?
Look, why don't you...
There's some Tums in my drawer.
Oh, fuck this shit.
All right. Joey, Joey, Joey!
Didn't you get the word?
My Julie's ovulating again.
Means I should be at home. I should be servicing her right now!
I shouldn't be here trying to figure out a way to toss you a fucking bone.
I didn't kill Rosario.
She loved her meth. She was feeding her pigeon.
Maybe the bitch thought she could fly.
Hey, harassment! Harassment!
You raped her, didn't you?
What? It's a ketchup stain.
Maybe you didn't kill Rosario, but rape makes it a very bad day for you.
Well, maybe both of us.
Tom?
-Tom? -Yeah?
Um...
I gotta...
What the fuck is wrong with this guy?
You okay?
Are you okay? What's wrong?
What?
Who sent you this?
I don't know.
-This isn't real. This isn't Julie. -No, it's very real. It's very...
It's very Julie.
She's fucking her boss. What a cliché.
So sorry, Tom.
Look, go home.
-I'll wrap it up here. -Thanks.
Um, yeah... I'll be back in a few hours.
No, take the whole day.
One of us has to save our marriage, right?
You know, if it was a boy, we would've named him Mason.
That's nice.
Fucking hated that name.
Yeah...
All right. I'm gonna take off.
Listen...
-Did you do what she said? -Who?
Snow. She's...
Snow said that you...
tried to hang yourself.
Should I be worried?
No more than usual.
Huh. Listen, we...
We never lie to each other. Right?
-Right? -Mm-hmm.
Let's not start now.
I wasn't really gonna hurt myself. I got Jonah to...
Jonah to think of.
Okay. So what were you gonna do, exactly?
I don't know, it's...
It's the pills. They're numbing me out.
Bullshit. No. That's not gonna do it.
-You gotta give me more. -Okay, I tried it...
I tried it once. I just...
I stood on the chair and I looked at the pipe, but that's all I did.
I just... I can't stop looking at the pipe.
It's...
I wanted to...
understand what she was feeling before she...
Before she did it.
Hm.
That's...
That's fucked up.
It's really bad.
-Pretty fucked up. -Yeah.
All right. Hey, listen.
I'm gonna lose Julie.
-I'm not gonna lose you. -Yeah.
-Okay? -Yeah.
Good.
No one loves you like your partner, right?
Me, too.
All right.
You got yourself into...
one fucking mess.
Not as bad as your partner.
I mean, what man wants to see his wife getting banged
by the boss on a conference table?
You sent him that photo?
I got people.
How else was I gonna get alone time with my favorite detective?
April 5th, 1900 hours,
Detective Sharon Pici interviewing
Joey Cox on the suspicion of murder.
Trust me, you don't wanna record this part.
You wanna cut me a deal.
No, not today, Joey. So...
You and Rosario were dealing meth.
You're gonna provide me with an alibi...
Let me walk outta here a free man.
-All right. And how's that? -How?
Rosario.
She told me she'd been hustling for you this past year on the side...
Nisam ubila muža.
You told me the meds would work.
No, I told you I was hopeful they would, and they're not.
I mean, word on the street is Det. Pici is getting fucking loco.
You got nothing.
Rosario is dead.
Yeah, that bitch be very dead.
She's suicidal, Jed.
Suicidal...
I want you to listen to her just for minute
and then tell me if she's fit for duty or not. All right?
But you know I got all her chat right here on my phone?
Here.
You can have that, too.
I got it all stored up in that cloud and shit.
Now...
We gonna deal, Sharon, or do I gotta jizz all over your fancy record?
Can we just up her meds?
She should be way past the impact stage, but she's still stuck there.
She can experience a moment of clarity,
followed by suicidal thoughts,
hallucinations, and then another moment of clarity.
It's a vicious cycle. Think of your promotion.
She's self destructing, and I won't let her take you down with her.
Okay, okay... What the hell are you doing here?
We're moving...? You told me to start packing up the place, so...
Now you get maintenance down here and fix this damn intercom.
All right.
You seem to have it all worked out. How do you see this playing out?
I keep all this tea to my lonesome.
And in exchange?
Besides letting me go?
You... Detective...
You blow me.
Right here's fine with me.
You all right?
Um...
Yeah. I'm fine. Um...
I thought we agreed we don't bring...
Jonah up here.
I didn't bring him, Sharon.
-So, what? He's waiting in the car? -No, I actually...
-I actually don't have him with me. -But it's my day.
I know it is.
Fuck... I can't believe I'm actually saying this.
What can't you believe you're actually saying?
I'm suing...
for sole custody.
No.
-You can't take Jonah from me. -I heard...
Dr. Snow's filing a report tomorrow, saying...
you're unfit for duty.
-Please don't give up on me. -I'm not.
-Please. -But...
Just until you get better, I just...
I don't think you're fit to be a mother, either.
-That is not for you to decide. -No.
But the judge will ask to see all your personal files
and that includes Dr. Snow's report.
Yo, Pici! Clock's ticking, bitch.
Yo! We doing this or what?
Get me the fuck outta here!
Uh, no. No. I'm not getting my dick sucked in no fucking toilet.
No cameras.
Yeah...
Right... You.
You stand right there. Right there.
So I can watch you blow me.
Come on, let's put this hair back. I wanna see your eyes, I wanna see...
You know, you're kinda pretty for a dyke. Look at us. Look at us.
We make a great fucking couple.
And you know something?
I did kill that bitch Rosario.
I know you did.
I figured you would.
But you know what's really fucked up, Sharon?
You're still gonna go down on me.
Just like the bitch you are.
You're hurting me.
Blow me, bitch, or I screw you dirty.
You really gotta stop doing that.
Stop what?
You gotta stop
calling women bitches.
Ah! No!
Oh, Jesus, have mercy on me!
Nisam ubila muža.
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