Rookie Blue

Previously on "Rookie Blue"...

Officer down!

- We've got an officer down. - Heard she got shot.

Is she okay? - We don't know yet.

You guys must have been pretty close.

- You could say that. She's my wife.

- Whatever this is, I don't totally hate it.

Me neither.

- So let's just keep open with each other.

That's perfect.

Collins.

Ford, no!

Sam, I love you.

- Let's go, let's go! - Step aside please.

Is everything okay?

- I don't know. There's no time for imaging.

We need to get the bleeding under control first.

It's major surgery.

We're doing our best, but he's lost a lot of blood,

and we haven't had any luck tracking down his next of kin.

How much do you want?

- Just anything with blood on it.

- I'm keeping my bra, I don't care.

- I am prepared to defend that decision.

Chris just grabbed whatever was in your locker

so I'm not sure any of it matches.

- Well, I'm not sure any of me cares.

That's fine.

- This morning I was thinking, you know, my life's pretty good.

You know, nice boyfriend, no drama,

just chugging along, no big deal.

A walk in the park. Literally.

I was walking in the park with Chloe.

And I blinked.

- Hey, one more time, let's walk it through.

- Okay. - Collins?

In the Parade Room with Officer Cruz.

- I come to the door. You don't see me.

- I'm Kevin Ford. And then I say?

- "Collins." - "Collins."

And Swarek. Where was Officer Swarek?

- "Ford, stop." - I swivel.

One shot, bang.

Bang.

I fall back into the glass.

Give me a second, will ya?

Detective Peck.

Hey.

Into evidence please.

You look terrible.

- Ah, thank you, Inspector. That's a nice tie.

- Eh, got dressed in the dark, you know.

Didn't want to wake Jamie.

- Inspector John Jarvis, this is Detective Tracy Nash.

It's nice to meet you.

I wish the circumstances were different.

- Were you guys around for this circus?

- No. - No.

- Good. You can work it.

Where's Officer Collins?

He should be here any minute.

- Good, 'cause SIU needs a statement.

- Okay. - All right.

I wonder how he's feeling?

- It... it was a clean shoot, John.

No, I mean about Swarek.

You know, balloons, bottle of whiskey.

It's hard to know what to get a guy who took a bullet for you.

Chloe, this is...

This is good. This is good.

Hey, the surgery went better than they hoped.

- Except for the fact that I now have a blood clot

that could kill me.

- Just rest. Okay?

Doc says it might go away on its own.

Why didn't they take it out?

- It would have involved another surgery.

You know, your parents are not back yet,

someone had to make the call.

And that's what you decided?

To leave it in there,

inside of me like some sort of

ticking time-bomb, Frank? - I didn't decide.

Your husband did.

- Sorry. - Yeah.

Wes is here.

- But where... Where's Dov?

He's here too.

They're both waiting outside.

Ripped By mstoll

- Just so you know, Chloe hates roses.

Just saying, she thinks they're predictable.

- Oh, yeah? Does she like bears?

Cheap little bears made in China,

"Get well soon."

She like that?

- It's 3:00 a.m., man, not a whole lot of choice.

- Hence the roses. - Fair enough.

Any news?

- Oliver's sleeping. Sam just went into surgery.

What about Chloe?

She's awake.

Can I see her?

Dov, she's asked for her...

spend a little time with Wes.

Dov, I don't know what's going on with that girl.

I love her like my own daughter, but why she ever married

that man is beyond my comprehension.

And if you ever quote me on that,

you'll be working a desk until I retire.

- You know, I gotta get outta here, just for a few minutes.

I need some air. - Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Go get something to eat, both of you.

- I'm not hungry. - It's an order, McNally.

There's a diner down the street. Be back in 20.

Anything happens, they will call you.

Trust me, grilled cheese, a couple of Irish floats,

it'll save your life.

All right.

- Irish float, I don't even know what that is.

It sounds disgusting.

I don't care though.

I'm too tired to make a decision.

- Well, at least you've got a decision to make.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

Andy, she's married.

My amazing, beautiful, hilarious girlfriend just got shot,

and she's married to another man.

- I know. It doesn't make any sense.

Which means you have to hear her out.

There's got to be an explanation.

Either way, I mean, there's no contest,

the guy was holding a stupid bear.

- Yeah, which she probably likes.

Chloe Price, open book.

Enjoys, you know, long walks on the beach, cheap toys,

and getting married and not telling anybody about it.

Can I help you?

- Yeah, we'll get two grilled cheese, side of fries,

and two Irish floats.

Thanks.

Okay, man, we've been up for 22 hours.

Okay, let's just get something to eat,

and we'll go back and figure it out.

Hey.

You hungry? - No.

I only want alcohol.

Oh, it's...

It's up there.

But why don't you eat something first?

- Yeah, okay, if it's got alcohol in it.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

It's not like I'm the one who got shot.

- Maybe we shouldn't have left the hospital.

- Holly, there are 30 other cops waiting around.

There's really no point in me being there.

No one's looking for my shoulder to cry on.

- Gail... - Mm.

You know what, though?

We could go back as the big gay distraction.

Yeah, let's... let's give people something to talk about.

I mean, now that I've come out to my brother,

that juicy bit of news is just gonna spread like herpes.

There is no going back now, girlfriend.

There ain't no going back.

- Could we get a couple of glasses for these, please?

Nope.

Will wonders never cease?

What is that, scotch?

- Irish whiskey, vanilla ice cream.

Strangely, an elegant combination.

Rough night? - Not as rough as ours.

Not that I'm comparing.

- It's okay. You can compare.

- It's fine. I'm fine.

Four ginger ales.

- You catch that? - Uh-huh.

Pancakes, macaroni and cheese balls,

three eggs, and four ginger ales. So?

- How high do you gotta be to wanna eat that?

Uh-huh.

You need to let this go right now.

Dov, I'm serious.

I don't feel like being a cop tonight.

Let it go.

You got an ETA on Collins?

- Haven't been able to reach him.

Find him.

Last thing this division needs tonight is another problem.

- Inspector, there is no problem.

Collins will be here. - Good.

'Cause SIU's waiting to clear him.

It's protocol, it's very simple.

You don't shoot a guy, leave, and then not come back, right?

And if I were your boss, I'd tell you that

you have half an hour to get him in here.

- And, are you? - Am I what?

- My boss. - Huh.

That's a funny question.

Right.