- [Karen Sisco is having drinks with her date, Carl, at a bar by the harbor]
- Carl Lokens: Let me guess. Schoolteacher.
- Karen Sisco: No.
- [takes a sip of her drink]
- Carl Lokens: Social worker?
- Karen Sisco: [smiles, shakes head no] Mm-mm.
- Carl Lokens: Lawyer?
- Karen Sisco: What kind of lawyer?
- Carl Lokens: Contracts.
- Karen Sisco: [smiling, shakes head] Not a lawyer.
- Carl Lokens: [pauses for a moment, thinking] Um, art dealer? Stolen paintings? Right? Shipped in from New York?
- Karen Sisco: [chuckles softly] Want me to tell you?
- Carl Lokens: [smiling back at her] No.
- [Karen notices Carl twirling an unlit cigarette with one hand as they have drinks]
- Karen Sisco: What's with the cigarette?
- Carl Lokens: I quit. It's just to remind me.
- Karen Sisco: Of what?
- Carl Lokens: That I can. Give me a hint.
- Karen Sisco: [chuckles softly, shaking her head] Play the game, play the rules.
- [while having drinks, Carl notices the bruise on Karen's chest that she got three days earlier in pursuit of a fugitive who shot her bulletproof vest]
- Carl Lokens: Is that a birthmark?
- Karen Sisco: Something like that.
- Carl Lokens: [trying to guess what Karen does for a living] Yoga instructor?
- Karen Sisco: Give up?
- Carl Lokens: [smiles, shakes his head] Never.
- Karen Sisco: We'll see.
- [Karen gets a call from her father, Marshall, as she's driving to work]
- Karen Sisco: Hi, Daddy.
- Marshall Sisco: Listen to this: guy goes in to rob a bank, tells his partner to circle the block; he comes running out, gets hit by a car. Who do you think's driving?
- Karen Sisco: The partner.
- Marshall Sisco: [laughs] They say irony's dead.
- Karen Sisco: You working today?
- Marshall Sisco: Yeah. Guy in a wheelchair. Insurance scam.
- Karen Sisco: How'd he get in the chair?
- Marshall Sisco: Fell off his desk.
- Karen Sisco: They'll do that on you.
- Marshall Sisco: Every damn time.
- Marshall Sisco: So, this new guy you're seeing, you tell him what you do yet?
- Karen Sisco: He still wants to guess.
- Marshall Sisco: Huh, sounds like an insurance agent.
- Karen Sisco: [laughs] He's a charter fisherman. He owns a boat.
- Marshall Sisco: I always wanted a boat.
- Karen Sisco: Dad, you get seasick.
- Marshall Sisco: What's that got to do with the price of eggs? Live by the ocean, man ought to have a boat.
- Karen Sisco: I got to run.
- Marshall Sisco: Why, you got something to do?
- Karen Sisco: Yeah, I'm back at work.
- Marshall Sisco: [pauses] How you feeling?
- Karen Sisco: Not you too.
- Marshall Sisco: I'll see you tomorrow night at poker.
- Karen Sisco: Bye, Daddy.
- Marshall Sisco: Bye, honey.
- Danny Quintero: Did you get my report?
- Karen Sisco: I did.
- Danny Quintero: Did you read it?
- Karen Sisco: Not 'til I finish mine.
- Danny Quintero: Still fuzzy on the details?
- Karen Sisco: Bits and pieces.
- Danny Quintero: Well, you know, if you need any help...
- Karen Sisco: I'll let you know.
- Danny Quintero: It was good, though. Textbook.
- Karen Sisco: If it was textbook, how come the guy's dead?
- Konner: [standing nearby] Good point.
- Karen Sisco: Who's the new guy?
- Danny Quintero: Konner, transfer from D.C. Brought in Hector Marcante, solo. Dad told me all about him.
- Amos Andrews: I'd say welcome back, but you're not. I gave you a week off.
- Karen Sisco: [holds up APB sheet] This guy, Washman? I know his M.O. If you want, I can pick him up.
- Anya Devlin: [sitting in Amos' office] Hello, Karen?
- Amos Andrews: [to Karen, softly] Devlin, Internal Affairs, shrink.
- [Karen meets with Devlin, the department psychologist, in Amos' office]
- Anya Devlin: Just dropped by to check on your progress. Standard procedure after a fatal. See if we can arrange a time to talk?
- Karen Sisco: Thanks, I'm not really a talker.
- Anya Devlin: Well, the wrinkle here is you haven't filed a report.
- Karen Sisco: Oh, I'll file it.
- Anya Devlin: Great. When?
- Karen Sisco: When I'm clear on what happened.
- Anya Devlin: So you still don't remember.
- Karen Sisco: It'll come to me.
- Anya Devlin: Your partner's report says that you were primary through the door, that the shooter was...
- Karen Sisco: Are you asking or telling me?
- Anya Devlin: Why don't you remember?
- Amos Andrews: Oh, let me? Girl takes a .45 slug to the chest, enough to knock out a rhino. Wakes up with every bone in her body bruised, and a Tijuana-sized headache, something like that? I'm sure you've had nights like that. Do you remember the details?
- Anya Devlin: [gives Amos a sour look, turns to Karen] Make an appointment, okay? Goodbye, Amos.
- [Devlin leaves Amos' office]
- Amos Andrews: Goodbye.
- Karen Sisco: "Girl?"
- Amos Andrews: A figure of speech. File the report. 'Til then, you're off warrants. Courthouse duty tomorrow. Today: take the rest of it off.
- [Karen turns and walks away]
- Amos Andrews: Off!
- Karen Sisco: I heard you.
- [Karen is in her parked car trying to remember details of a shooting when her cell phone rings]
- Karen Sisco: Sisco.
- Marshall Sisco: You in the neighborhood?
- Karen Sisco: Uh, not exactly.
- Marshall Sisco: Great, come on by.
- [Karen meets with her father Marshall at his favorite bar & restaurant]
- Marshall Sisco: Ah, courthouse duty, that's exciting.
- Mordecai Jones: [walks up and hands Marshall a manila envelope] Not too big on courthouses myself.
- Karen Sisco: Mordecai, I thought you were doing time up at Glades?
- Mordecai Jones: [smiling] Good behavior. Now I'm workin' for your dad.
- [Marshall shows Karen photos of his insurance scam case]
- Marshall Sisco: How do you get a guy to jump out of his wheelchair?
- Karen Sisco: Set fire to his pants?
- Marshall Sisco: His pants are already on fire.
- Karen Sisco: She the physical therapist?
- Mordecai Jones: How'd you guess?
- Karen Sisco: The lipstick.
- Marshall Sisco: [to Mordecai] I told you she was good.
- Mordecai Jones: [to Karen] You tell that guy what you do yet?
- [Karen looks at her father]
- Marshall Sisco: We were talkin' boats. The subject ceme up.
- Karen Sisco: Naturally.
- Mordecai Jones: Man ought to have a boat.
- Marshall Sisco: Hemingway had a boat.
- Karen Sisco: Hemingway knew how to swim.
- Marshall Sisco: Details. Amos called.
- Karen Sisco: Ah.
- Marshall Sisco: He asked me to talk to you.
- [Karen gives her father a look]
- Marshall Sisco: So we talked. You look great. Don't stay out too late.