Saving Grace

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

- Hey. -

Sorry, man.

I'm sorry. What?

- I'm, like, 10 minutes late. - Why have you been avoiding me?

I'm sitting right next to you. How am I avoiding you?

Three days ago, I tell you Father Patrick "Satan" Murphy is alive and well...

and retired in Tulsa, and you disappear...

- off the face of the earth- that's how. - Just been busy.

- This morning you called in sick to work. To stay home and drink? -

I had a couple beers. So what?

Grace, I know you went to see him. What happened?

- What are you talking about? - What happened when you went to see Murphy?

- I didn't go see him. - Well, are you investigating him?

Have you found other victims?

- What are you looking at? - This guy. I don't like him.

Nice try. Will you please talk to me?

Shit. Hey!

Call 911. He's got a gun.

- Grace, no! Wait for backup! -

Police!

Drop the gun!

- - Shots fired. Two down.

An off-duty female officer is in foot pursuit of a carjacking suspect.

Hey!

Shit.

Hey!

- We need to set up a perimeter on this block. - Right away.

And get the air unit headed this way.

Shooter's a male, white, 35 to 40 years old...

6'2", 210, short blond hair...

dark blue jeans, hole in left knee, green plaid shirt...

over a long-sleeve white T-shirt, black tennis shoes.

- He's got a silver.38 snub nose, and he runs like a deer. -

- Get him. -

Freeze!

Drop your weapon and put your hands in the air.

- - Yeah.

I don't give a shit about him. Get a bus. We got an officer down.

So pretty and, oh, so bold

Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road

- She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me

Am I gaining ground Am I losing face

Have I lost and found my saving grace

Thankful for the gift my angels gave me

We're awfully busy today.

I'm wondering if I might be able to put you in tomorrow?

Right. It's good to meet you too, Joe.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

How's Riley?

- It's bad. - Hey, he survived the fall, right?

- That's one tough dog. He's gonna make it. - The kid's gonna be okay.

- The bullet grazed his shoulder. - The shooter's dead.

The old guy he pistol-whipped got some stitches, but he's gonna be fine.

- We got an I.D. On the shooter? - Ah-

F.B.I. Tagged the case. Basically said, "Thanks. See ya."

Guy was hinky as hell.

- Yeah. - How you feelin'?

I should've reacted sooner.

No. I mean, you called in sick. Are you okay?

- Yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine. - Yeah? All right.

Congratulations. You just knocked off number six on the F.B.I. Most Wanted list.

Way to go, "Hero-darko"!

Rusty Pratt. Raped and murdered nine women in Washington and Oregon.

- Chief sends his attagirl. - Excuse me.

- Mayor called too. - What was Pratt doing here?

He's got family in Bethany. F.B.I.'s waiting to debrief you down at the Federal Building.

- Then you and I have some questions to answer. - No.

- Yes. - Please. Come on, man.

You may want to put on some lipstick.

Chief Henderson's attending a conference in Denver...

but he is very proud of the actions taken here today...

by Detective Grace Hanadarko.

The F.B.I. Worked for two years tirelessly on this case.

They identified the killer, and they had him on the run.

Today, nine families have closure because of their hard work...

and the watchful eye of one of Oklahoma City's finest.

Now, she's gonna tell you that she was just doing her job...

but Chief Henderson and I want to say it was a mighty fine job.

- Detective. - How does it feel to be a hero?

I lost the suspect.

Riley was the one who found him, flushed him out, sent him over that bridge.

And right now he's fighting for his life.

You guys should be at Oak Hill Animal Hospital, you want to see a real hero.

Get her upl Get her upl

Faster than a speeding serial killer.

More powerful than bullets!

- - Able to leap city curbs in a single bound!

Whool

Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Next thing she's gonna want is a paradel

- Whoo! -

Wants a street named after her in Bricktown is what I heard.

- National holiday is what I heard. - Hey, you seen the news?

One of those restaurants had a camera, caught you running straight into gunfire.

- Man, you don't even flinch. - Whool

- - Oh, yeahl Whool

Torol

- Hey, Brad. - Bull. Come on, bull!

- Come in here to talk about your sorry-ass Trojans? - Ole!

I need to speak with Detective Hanadarko.

- - What's this about?

It's about two injured civilians, gunshots in the middle of Bricktown...

and your detective performing job-related duties while intoxicated.

- This is a formal I.A. Investigation? - Yes.

Were you drinking this morning?

- No. - Hold on. You want a union rep in here, Grace?

- Don't need one. - Were you at a bar called J.K.'s?

- No. - We have an eyewitness...

puts you atJ.K.'s drinking shots of tequila.

- That's bullshit. - You were drinking bourbon, not tequila?

- Which part is bullshit? - All of it.

- Sounds like we're done. - Will you submit...

- to a blood alcohol test? - How do you do your job without throwing up?

You know she was off duty. You know she just risked her life to chase down an armed killer.

The F.B.I. Wants to give her a medal. So, seriously, man...

how do you do your job without throwing up?

It's a simple question. Will you submit a blood sample?

- She didn't do anything wrong. - If she isn't drinking...

maybe she does things differently...

maybe an innocent kid isn't spending the night in the hospital.

- Kiss my ass, Brad. - You're suspended pending this investigation.

You might want to hold off on accepting that medal.

- You guys used to date? - Nah.

We worked Dope together. After the third time he almost got me killed...

- I told him to get off the streets and get behind a desk. - Well, he listened to you.

I wouldn't have handled it differently.

I saw you, Grace. I know.

Big jolt of adrenaline takes care of one and a half beers, right?

It's been six hours. You're fine.

I don't know who the hell thought they saw me atJ.K.'s. Car-car.

- Where were you? - Home.

- Doing what? - Cleaning.

So you're not gonna tell me about Father Murphy.

Under Oklahoma state law, you can still prosecute him, you know.

Grace, he raped you and who knows how many other children.

Did he at least admit to you what he did to you?

- I gotta go. - Okay. Up till now, I've been worried. Now I'm scared.

- Grace, what have you done? -

- - Your Honor.

Your Honor.

Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus.

The post office has delivered them.

Therefore, the Post Office Department, a branch of the federal government-

Didn't mean to be gone that long.

How you doing, Father Murphy?

- Straighten her out. - Be glad to.

Would you please tell her that you're not really Santa Claus...

that there actually is no such person?

- Well, I'm sorry- - I don't want to watch this again.

- Uh-huh. -

Please. You said you wanted to talk. We've talked.

- I've confessed to everything. - Appreciate it.

- - If I say I want a lawyer...

- you have to take me in, right? - Sure.

Remember this?

- Do you remember what happened that day? -

Leo dared you to ride the roller coaster...

start to finish, with both hands in the air.

It took us seven times, but you finally did it.

You don't want your supper?

I can't eat another ice cream sundae.

- You want a beer? - No.

- Glass of wine? - Grace...

God brought us back together.

God brought us back together, through Earl, for a reason.

Earl- that shittin' shit angel.

Ooh! Where is he?

I know he's been in Baltimore a lot lately.

How long have you known Earl?

- Nine years. - Nine years?

Shit, man.

Mind sitting in this chair, Father?

Are you going to kill me?

Is that what this has all been about?

Kinda.

Appreciate you coming in and talking to us, Ms. Wells.

Deanne.

Deanne.

We just need you to tell us what happened.

Well, I had an appointment with J.K. At 10:30 and he never showed up.

- Appointment for what? - I want him to expand his menu.

The mayor's got the city on a diet, and J.K. Offers 14 fried appetizers.

- Not exactly a fat-free zone. - Tell us what you saw.

I saw your cop sitting at the bar drinking shots of tequila.

You talk to the bartender?

I asked aboutJ.K. Other than that, no. I was working on my pitch.

'Cause we did. Detective Dewey...

what was it the bartender said?

He said he didn't serve anyone shots of tequila this morning.

How many bartenders do you know pour on the side?

I mean, come on. The guy tossed back a couple himself.

- How long were you there? - I waited until about 11:00.

- Yeah? - And then I figured I was stood up, so I left.

This afternoon, I'm at Macaroni Grill on another sales call...

and I look up at the TV and see tequila girl...

only now she's being called a hero.

That upset you, Deanne?