Flashpoint

Where is Michelle Dalton?!

Michelle!!!

Ed: Team One, James is headed to the banquet kitchen.

Jules: Come on, let's go. Raf: Excuse me.

Where is she?!

Wh-what's he doing?

Ed?

Ed: Seconds away.

Michelle?!!

Michelle: James?

Mom...

We carry machine guns;

nine millimeters, cornershots.

And we are trained to fire those guns...

And then we are trained not to fire them.

Now, this job isn't about firing guns,

this job is about getting into the subject's head.

Ed: It's about listening to what they have to say.

Raf: I'm gonna holster my gun...

Ed: You gotta connect...

Respect and protect.

Keep the peace.

That's right.

Okay. (Claps)

You guys,

who here has thought about being a cop?

Good. Good, good.

My son, Clark, he's got other plans;

I can respect that.

Anybody else?

Now, in my case, my dad was a cop,

my brother's a cop,

and I started out walking the beat.

And it was actually this guy's dad

who convinced me to join this new unit --

the SRU.

Wasn't easy -- not for any of us.

Hundreds apply, few make it in.

First you take a psych test,

multiple choice --

what kind of cop are you? What kind of human being? --

1600 questions.

And you get through that, then it's fitness tests and drills.

We specialize in marksmanship...

Bombs, tech, psychology, negotiations.

Every day, you push yourself to your limit...

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Ed: Physically, mentally...

So that you can handle the job when the job gets tough.

Because the job does get tough.

But you work hard,

you do your best.

You do what you think is right

and you'll find peace in whatever you choose to do.

Aghhh!

Woman: Watch the corner.

We're almost there.

We are getting way too good at this.

Younger woman: Seriously.

- Oh, my God. - Okay.

Woman: So I'll tell you what I'm thinking.

After work, I'll buy a bottle of bubbly,

bring it back here, and we'll crack it open

and celebrate your show tonight.

Just the two of us.

Well, maybe not the first time.

Second maybe? I could suck.

Shut up! You shut up.

You are May Dalton.

You're smart, talented.

Wise beyond your years,

and you are the bravest person

that I have ever known.

And who do you think I got all that from?

I gotta go. Bye.

Hey.

Tobias: Hey, goddess.

Shouldn't you be working?

I've got eleven posters left,

and I do not plan on letting them go to waste.

Tobias, you're already late, and your boss is gonna--

It's whatever.

You're worth it.

You know, it's killing me that you can't be there tonight.

So sing for me now.

What?

Tobias: Please? - I can't just--

Just sing it like you're up there

and I'm the only one watching you.

Okay, just hang on a second.

Hang on. Call waiting.

It's him. Not taking it.

Uh, that's good. That's good, that's good.

You know what? I'm gonna um... I'm gonna come see you.

I need my good luck kiss.

Hi, this is May, leave a message.

Hey... it's me.

Um... I just I wanted to call

and give you this cell phone number.

I had to get a new cell phone because the phone company's...

All right, I just...

I just want you to know that I'm thinking about you

and...

and happy birthday.

And uh...

I would really like to hear your voice, okay?

Dammit!

The couple moving in's been more than patient.

I told you, I can pay.

You were supposed to be out a week ago.

Look, the new job, it's as good as mine.

No way.

Two weeks -- first paycheck, it's all yours. Come on.

I've heard it before.

Okay, look, take my watch.

It's worth $300 bucks, all right?

- I don't want your damn watch-- - $300 bucks, all right?

You can have the ring as well. It's white gold, all right?

I sure as hell don't need it anymore. Take it.

James...

Come on.

All right, look...

Here. Take this.

It's real crystal.

It's real.

You gotta be able to get something for this.

Come on, take it. Take it!

You're gone by tonight.

Don't make me call the cops.

You will show me some respect!

- How was class, Ed? - It was good.

Your kid's school, right?

Yeah. Boss's kid goes there too.

Dean seemed pretty into it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, more than Clark did.

That's because your boy's had seventeen years living with a cop.

Mine's just getting started.

Yeah, we'll see.

Spike: What's not to love about being a cop?

The hours, the glamour, the girls...

Jules: The girls?

Spike: King Street, Saturday night?

I'm just saying, I saw you.

Hey, I was just making sure the ladies got home safe.

Both ladies.

Raf.

Raf: Yeah, boss.

So, uh, coming up on a year next week.

Yeah, I know.

So how is it goin'?

You tell me.

I think you're doing great.

But it's a two-way relationship, you and the job.

You know what I'm saying?

I think so.

After a year,

you get a taste of how the job's doing for you.

I hear you, boss. It's all good.

Good. Okay.

So two girls, huh?

Raf: Actually, it was three, but who's countin'?

David: Yo! Tobias!

The new graphics look good.

Just finished programming.

David: Sweet! How's May? Big night.

She's gonna be awesome!

Won't be long till she's playing here.

Tobias: You know it!

Can I help you?

Hey, we're not open yet!

James: I'm here for him.

Hey!

We need to talk.

- What're you doing here? - I need some information.

I'm not gonna talk to you.

Yes, you are gonna talk to me.

Winnie, go for the 911...

David?

David, this is Sergeant Greg Parker,

I'm with the Strategic Response Unit.

Can you identify the gunman?

No idea.

He came in, went straight for my friend.

Parker: Okay. Does he know him?

I don't know. He's shouting at him--

James: Tell me where she is!