Twisted

I can hear your heart beating.

Sounds like a little animal in your chest trying to get out.

Sounds like blood.

Sounds like flesh.

No.

Most of all, it sounds like love.

- What's this? - Well...

What is this?

- It's my gun. - Your gun?

Don't hurt me.

Give me your hand, Cutter.

- Get on your knees. Get up, Cutter. - I'm trying to.

- Jess, I'm here. - I've got Cutter.

Wilson, I need backup. 23 Ralston, the old Battery.

10-4. Backup units rolling. I got your back, Jess.

- Get on your knees. - I'm on my fucking knees.

- Get up. - I'm up. I'm up.

- Hold him there, Jessica. - Come on.

Come on.

Oh, yeah. One more thing.

- Hey, Shepard. - What?

Do that thing again.

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it! Do it...

Inspector Shepard, Homicide.

Yes.

Who wants a beer?

- I do. - I second that.

- Another round, Peter. - You got it.

- All right, big guys. - Pass them down, boys.

Thanks for being on the phone, Wilson.

You and me? You and me are like this.

You're drunk.

No, seriously, serious, serious, serious.

Look, just because you're moving up to Homicide,

don't take me off your speed dial, OK?

No, no, no. I mean, any time you press that button,

any time you push that button, I'll be there to pick up.

OK?

- I'm gonna miss you. - Here's to you.

OK. Don't forget about me.

Give me some.

I'll miss you too, Wilson.

Look, I'm telling you, these Homicide guys, they're mental.

And they get turned on by fucking corpses, remember that.

Now, that's interesting.

What the fuck is this, the peanut gallery?

Shot of rye, please.

I was just wondering, do you mean they're turned on by fucking corpses,

- or by fucking corpses? - God.

- Mind your business. - A lot of beers here.

Let's spread them around.

Another shot of Jack, please, Pete.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, I was just thinking how awkward you look...

even though you are a cop.

What precinct?

Have it your way, stranger.

- Congratulations, Inspector. - Hey.

Hey, sexy. Come on, let's dance.

- You wanna dance? - You gonna be cool, Jimmy?

What do you mean, am I gonna be cool?

Like I'm here to fight with you or something?

Hey, he made it!

- Hello, Commissioner. - Hi.

- How you doing? - Hey, how you doing?

Back up, boys, you're breathing my air.

- Hey, look who showed up. - Good to see you.

- What's up, Commissioner? - Hey.

Leo, how you doing?

If my mentor were police commissioner,

I think I'd be getting a promotion too. You know what I mean?

- Yeah, is that right? - Yeah.

I got ears like a cat, son.

So let's see what we can do about getting you that promotion.

Test. There's a man sitting at the end of the bar,

looks like he's been sitting there for a while.

I want you to describe him. And I want details.

Well, you know what? I'm just here to have a good time, man. That's it.

Oh, so talking to me is not your idea of a good time?

Or is it that you just can't do it?

- I could do it. - OK, so go ahead,

get yourself a promotion.

Look at me.

He's a white guy.

And...

He's got, I don't know, a dark sports jacket. I don't know.

- You know what? I'm off duty, man. - Yeah, I know.

Shepard?

Go.

White male, late 403, 6 foot, 200 pounds, thinning gray hair, glasses.

He's wearing two gold chains with some sort of medallion.

He's drinking shots and paying cash.

And that's why she's an inspector, and you're not.

The good inspector's never off duty.

My office.

Inspector Shepard.

Making an old man proud.

So...

- You pass the written? - Yeah, of course. How could I not?

- Trained by the master. - Really, Grasshopper?

Well, the master is amazed at how badly you almost fucked it up.

- What? - Well, a moment ago,

you demonstrated you still know how to process a room.

So tell me this,

how did that psycho get a knife to your throat?

No. Let me tell you.

You went there alone without backup. And you didn't tell anybody.

You didn't follow procedure and you almost got yourself killed.

You know, you're lucky you're not being brought up in front of

a disciplinary committee instead of being promoted.

You're right. I fucked up.

Listen, it was an honour for me to raise you,

to raise my partner's child.

I'm just glad you made it through.

But you're Homicide now.

There's no more room for mistakes.

Copy that?

Copy.

Nice kick.

I mean, what kind of moron tries to flush body parts down a toilet,

especially when he's got a perfectly good furnace out back?

- I'm gonna head out. - Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Where you been hiding? This is your night.

Hey, the first female chief of police of San Francisco right here.

- Mark my words. - Oh, yeah.

- To the chief. - To the chief.

You remind me so much of your father.

God, he would've been proud of you.

All right. I want you to go straight home

- and get some rest. - I will.

- Everything all right? - Yeah. Everything's all right.

Knob Creek, neat.

Do you live around here?

What?

Any nightmares?

Insomnia?

Anxiety? Panic attacks?

Nothing.

OK, here's the deal. This session is mandated.

It's standard procedure for any cop

who's been through a traumatic experience.

Plus, in this instance, the suspect got a little roughed up.

Really?

Let's get something straight. I do not have a dog in this fight.

I am not the enemy. Anything you tell me goes right into the vault.

OK?

Unless I'm convinced a crime is about to be committed

or you are a danger to yourself.

Also, you being here does not jeopardize your promotion.

Good to know.

Anything else?

You're hoping I have some big problems.

Frankly, I prefer to find people in perfect mental health.

Well, then say hello to perfect mental health, Doc.

OK, then. Hello, perfect mental health.

So you did kick Cutter?

Hands break, feet don't.

You gotta get physical every once in a while.

What's once in a while?

Yawara to the rib break. Yawara to the groin.

Remember your distractors.

Yawara to the sternum. Yawara to the clavicle.

Yawara to the rib break. Yawara to the groin.

Good. Let me see how you're holding your Yawara stick.

OK, put your thumb over here a little bit.

OK, perfect. Let's do it again.

Yawara to the sternum. Distractor.

Yawara to the clavicle. Yawara to the rib break.

Yawara to the groin.

Hi. I'm looking for Inspector Delmarco.

Delmarco!

Where the hell is Delmarco?

- Oh, you've got to be kidding me. - Do I look like the kidding type?

- Delmarco. - Shepard.

Follow me. Boys, meet Inspector...

- Shepard. - Shepard.

- Flanagan. Dale Becker. - Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

Shepard, here's a tip for you.

Stumbling on a suspect does not an inspector make. Good luck, honey.

Thanks so much.

Dale was primary on the Gutter thing.

Then you waltzed in with the suspect. Congratulations.

You've made enemies already.

This job is about the fucking work.

So how come you didn't say anything in the bar last night?

I couldn't. I was following someone.

- Oh, yeah? Who? - You.

Ask her. She knows what she did.

She picked me up and she lured me to that place, sir.

And then she got rough.

That's it. That's the simple truth of it, Mr. Porter.

I had no idea she was a police officer.

I mean, isn't that some form of entrapment?

Then she handcuffs me, I'm down on my knees.

She kicks me in the face, knocks me out cold.

Come on, isn't there some law against police brutality, sir?

I'm going through a lot of pain and suffering, Mr. Porter.

Yeah. Well, I'm very sorry about that, Edmund.