Wetlands Page #2
The Cadillac of heart bypasses.
Better watch what you eat.
Won't be the pork.
The football maybe.
What is the countdown?
[Sheehan]
Three weeks.
The most epic game of my life.
[Babs chuckles]
[Babel]
How epic?
75k epic, baby.
- Are you kidding me?
- Go big or go home, right?
[chuckles]
You should come by,
we'll watch it together.
I don't wanna be a nuisance.
Well, now you're just
avoiding us.
What have you got going
with the little guy?
Ah, nothin' major.
I've been paying
that little snitch for years.
So don't try to fool me.
Have you seen 'em?
Your family?
You can't just
roll up on 'em like that.
They served some official notice
on me up in Philly.
Dude, what the f***
happened in Philly?
I don't wanna talk about it.
A prodigy of a narc comes
down here out of the blue,
demotes himself to this dump.
For what?
I mean, I understand
the kid and everything, but...
how the hell
did you pull that off?
Told them the ocean breeze
was good for my lungs.
[chuckles]
Yeah, you got some sh*t
on the captain, don't ya?
No. I don't know that fool.
Yeah, we all got some sh*t
going on down here.
Yeah? Really?
Goes with the landscape.
The loneliness.
Melancholy.
Fucks with your moral compass.
Listen to Joyce.
Here comes a fat C-note.
[Informant] This is personal. You
can make it up to me next time.
[Babel]
Fair enough.
You clean?
[Informant]
Squeaky.
[Babel]
Look me in the eye.
OK. Go.
She's a dispatcher
for Coconuts.
Fat dude with
the tropical shirts.
No sh*t.
[Informant] Simple stuff.
Pick up at the docks.
Bus to Atlantic City.
Repeat.
- But?
- [Informant] But?
She's a little thief.
A few baggies here and there,
downscale clientele,
pocket-money stuff.
What's the big deal?
[Informant] The big deal is
he found out in no time.
You sell in f***in'
Cape Atlantic,
what do you expect?
So he takes her
to his basement...
ties her to a dog cage...
keeps her there two days.
I'll spare you the details.
Goddamn.
He's an animal.
- And he skims as well.
- What else?
[Informant]
She hasn't learned her lesson.
She sold to a buddy of mine
in Delaware last week.
Not a bright future
ahead of her.
[lighter clicks]
- I owe ya.
- [Informant, straining] Don't mention it.
There's another boat
coming up in a few days.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
People make choices.
[R&B playing on headset]
[Savannah moaning]
[telephone rings]
Stop. Stop, I said.
[ringing continues]
[Savannah sighs]
Who is this?
[Babel] That's no way
to answer the phone.
We need to talk.
- Listening.
- [Babel] In person.
- Phone is just fine.
- [Babel] I'll see you in ten minutes.
What the hell? You're not
authorized, and you know that.
[Babel] It's important.
I'll see you in ten.
Sh*t.
[hangs up phone]
- Hubby?
- Maniac.
Marry a cop,
that's what you get.
You want me to bounce,
just say it.
I think it's
a perfect time to meet.
I don't know, what would you be,
my stepdaughter?
Amy's tutor?
F*** you, Sav.
I can run.
Been doing it all my life.
I'm good at it.
Tonight I want you to tell me
about the surf shop, all right?
The logo, everything, OK?
But now I need you
to clean up.
'Cause I don't want him to throw
a fit when he sees Amy.
[gulls calling]
[rock music pounding]
- [doorbell jangles]
- [sander whirring]
[hard rock playing]
[sander powers down]
Where is she?
I dressed up
the horses set them loose
Something real deep
and took in every drop...
[door slams]
[man strumming ukulele]
We need to talk.
Guys, this is
my ex-husband.
He used to be the police,
the po-po. Say hi.
Hello, Police.
Come on, get up.
I'm not here on a social visit.
Hey, Babs.
What's it been, a year?
Look, I don't care
about your life.
You like young girls now, fine.
You turn into a hipster,
all good,
but don't mess
with my daughter's life.
For the record, my daughter's
better off with me
than with a deranged addict.
Your lover friend's been
f***ing with the wrong people.
How long have you been
stalking us?
She's stealing
from a bunch of animals.
She sells a few bags on the side
so she can raise money
for a surf company, a blog;
what's the big deal?
Big deal is that next time
she gets beaten, raped,
our daughter might be around.
You make your lady friend
stop now.
- Roger that.
- Do it for our daughter.
F*** you. I have always
been there for her.
Unlike some people.
Those days are part of the past.
Good. We might even see
each other once in a while then.
I moved here.
What?
Two towns north.
Are you f***ing with me?
Are you delusional? Like,
what are you gonna do here?
Landscaping?
I'm back on the force.
They took you back?
You're a cop again?
I wanna see her.
Well, no contact
until further consideration,
as per the judge.
- I deserve to see her.
- Do you?
[Babel]
Yeah.
I'll give it some thought.
[Babel]
Family Court say it's your call.
[lighter clicks]
All these papers
mean nothing to me.
It's the eyes of the man
that tell the story.
Yours are beautiful.
Clear.
Thank you.
- Means a lot.
- Now...
What you told me doesn't
surprise me one bit.
They aren't fooling me.
I understand trouble.
And is that young lady
a mess, huh?
All those tats, those rings.
Jesus, Lord!
Listen, if I was back
in Amy's life, I'd...
Let's not jump the gun.
A court order
is serious business.
And you still have
a lot to prove.
I'll watch 'em like a hawk.
In these situations, tragedy
can strike at any moment.
In my line of work, I've seen
it happen every time.
Anything else, Detective?
[Katherine on TV] After
these weeks of sunshine,
I don't know how to break
this to you.
This crazy Suzy
is slamming Jamaica
and is coming our way.
A hurricane after Thanksgiving!
Sunny side up as usual, hon.
Don't you get bored?
[Katherine] ...I had seen it all.
Let's not pack up quite yet.
Boring is good.
- We still have a few days left.
- [theme song plays]
- [knock on window]
- That's all from Katherine Buchanan...
- Oh, not that thing again.
- He's quite a charmer when he wants to be.
[Schmidt] The latest forecast is
up on the board, check it out.
Does not look good.
All right, and we're gonna post
any updates as they come along.
[Sheehan] My bad, chief. Sorry,
I had to stop for a latte.
[officers chuckle]
Oh, no coffee
for your new homeboys?
[Schmidt]
All right, as I was saying,
we have never, ever been hit by a
storm this late in the season.
They have no idea
what to expect.
Alright, so learn the drill,
hear me?
- Double down on the Patriots.
- Patriots, you f***in' traitor.
Am I missing something here? We got a
natural disaster bearing down on us.
Deal with the football nonsense
later, come on.
- Calls it nonsense.
- Children and the elderly.
We gotta get 'em out of Dodge
ahead of time, alright?
And the evacuation routes, we gotta
keep them open and fluid at all times.
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