The Silent Hour

You can see the temperatures

are chilly this morning, a lot of twenties...

Hey, you!

Of course I'm gonna be there.

Have I ever missed one before?

Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise,

now would it? Hey, Sam, ask your mother

if she needs me to bring anything

wine, beer, whatever.

Yeah, just... make sure she knows I asked.

A hint?

You want a hint?

All right, here's a hint.

You ready?

It has a neck, but no arms or legs.

Yeah, I got you a snake. Highly venomous, too.

You crazy?

But you're gonna be happy, I promise.

You're gonna need to slow down, Shaw.

You're gonna get us in trouble again.

You got Barnett, right?

Didn't even need a warrant for him.

He's off the streets.

Yeah, he is, but so were we, almost.

For doing our job. Fuck IA.

Hey, a job I can't afford to lose

'cause you wanna go play fucking cowboy again.

Think it's up there.

- I got the boat to pay off. - Yeah.

I got the twins in BU this fall.

You got any idea how much that cost?

No, I do. I know. I hear you.

- Do you? - Yeah.

- I don't know that you do. - No, I do. I just...

I hope Dent's still there, that's all.

He'll be here. Christ!

Didn't the foreman just tell us that?

- Stop being Super Cop. - Super Cop?

Fuck me, 58 grand. That's just for tuition.

What? They don't have, like,

a two-for-one deal or something?

That's funny.

Just send them to the academy.

It's like three grand total.

So they can have a glorious career,

chasing down the bad guys,

while serving a community that hates their guts?

Yeah, don't forget that gold watch.

Forgot about the gold watch.

Hey, if you need help, dude, you know I got your back.

You're drowning in alimony, pal. What are you gonna do,

sell your precious record collection?

Fuck you. I'm serious, though, you know?

I know you are.

Thanks, but we're good.

Foreman didn't say anything about him being on a break.

Could've taken him alone at his spot,

if that fucking warrant came in sooner.

Should have brought back-up.

Let's, uh... let's just take it easy.

Jimmy!

There he is.

Hey, I'm Frank Shaw. This is Dougie Slater.

We're from Homicide. How are you?

You mind taking a break from that ham sandwich

and stepping over here for a sec?

Sorry to interrupt your break, fellas.

This will just take a minute.

I'm eating my lunch.

Come on Jimmy, jump to it. Let's go. Step over here.

Weapon!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get back! Move. - Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey!

I said put the gun down and get the fuck back!

Glock 42, six rounds.

- Just take a breath! - Shut up! Put it down!

- Just do it, Frank, put it down. - I said put the gun down!

- Put it down. - Get the fuck back!

Let me take the shot.

Frank...

Watch out!

- Frank! - Move!

Frank!

That's four, Jimmy!

Fuck. That'd be five.

Hey, Jimmy!

Nice shooting, Jimmy.

But you're out, so get on your fucking knees.

Frank!

Frank!

Hey, you!

Hi, Dad.

Sam... what are you doing?

Hey, listen, you don't need to...

Okay, all right, I'm reading. Yeah.

Eat my...

shorts. Oh, okay.

Ha-ha, Dad, very funny.

- I asked if you were... - Yeah, I know,

coming to the recital. Yeah, I got it, I got it.

I got one for you. You ready? Okay.

"Please, bear with me."

"I'm an old dog learning new tricks."

That was good, Dad.

Yeah, you like that? I learned that one just for you.

I'm happy you're practicing. It's good. You need to.

So?

You are coming, right? Next Friday.

Come on, Dad. You never missed one before.

So, Sam...

You don't need to sit with Mom.

Um... It's fine. I don't care anymore.

- I'm so over that. - No, no. It's... it's...

it's not about that. You know, I'm not...

I'm not good in... in crowds, and... and...

I just don't know how much

I'd be able to really appreciate...

The school can arrange for a hearing assistant,

it's not a problem.

I... I'm not...

- I would not want that. - Dad!

This is important to me.

You gave me that guitar. I want you to see how good I am.

Fuck!

Wait, wait, wait. I...

I... I can't hear you.

There was a Wi-Fi connector loose

in this one. I fixed it.

I knew something was wrong.

Yeah, but it's not just the hearing aids, Frank.

The damage to your cochlea, it's becoming more progressive.

Back in July, you got 50 percent,

and now you're down to 30 percent.

- Thirty? - It's been, what?

Ten months since your accident?

- Eleven. - Eleven.

Well, in another eleven, I can't say with any certainty

how much ability you'll have left.

How are you doing with your homework?

Your ASL lessons?

My name is

F-R-A-N-K S-H-A-W.

I'm a detective in Homicide Division.

Very good.

I have a very...

...insistent daughter.

You should listen to her. She's smart.

I don't see much point myself.

Look, this isn't the first time I'm saying this,

but because of the nature of your injury,

implants may not be an option.

And more exposure to loud noises

could lead to even further damage.

You need to start preparing yourself

for the possibility of a more profound loss in the future.

Yeah. I hear you.

"Hear you." Means I'm not deaf.

All right, thank you.

Frank!

Frank!

Hey, good to see you back, my man.

- Been too long. - Yeah.

What do we got?

Uh, two mid-level dealers, uh...

You don't need to shout, all right?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, we got two mid-level dealers,

late twenties,

single shots to the head, execution style.

Probably a hit.

This guy stumbled upon 'em about an hour ago,

but the medical examiner thinks that the hit happened

sometime last night.

Excuse me, sir. I got this.

Sure.

Frank Shaw. Homicide. How you doing?

- Okay. Good. - Can you tell me what happened here?

I was going, looking for a place to sleep

and I... I came across this guy.

Uh, sorry, sir, can you, um, speak up a little bit?

They were in my spot, these guys were...

I... What?

They're there, they shouldn't be there.

This isn't... It's my spot. That's where I have to be.

Frank! Frank?

You okay, buddy?

Hey.

Hey.

This your new office?

How did you find me?

Well, I'm a detective.

What?

I'm a detective. I detect. Can I get a beer?

So, how's the new beat with the narc squad?

I don't know. Uh...

Less bodies, more drugs.

Can't complain.

Kind of miss the view from the sixth floor, though.

Come on up anytime.