Lucy and Tim | Their Full Story

How's it going, Sarge? Fine. Get this over with. How come Smitty's not doing the paperwork? He claims to be allergic to paper. A little too high. I know what I'm doing. That's not funny. You should have just asked me. You okay? No. I was doing you a favor. It was protecting her. You never did anything to protect us. Look, some would see it as a demotion for you. Back with your training officer. Others might read... They picked her up. She's being processed right now. I don't think the DA is going to prosecute your dad on his deathbed. Something else can do it. Why? Because I'm a girl and you're a boy? A very handsome boy. Oh, gag. Look... You're a good cop. I really appreciate the intention, but screw what anyone else thinks. Maybe even one of the top five I've ever trained. I cracked the top five, huh? Being a sergeant's aide would... Go for it. Look, I want you to have a successful career. I have decided to list you as the arresting officer on all future reports. So you're saying you want the job? If you're saying you want me to do it. But you're senior officer. I know. But you deserve to be recognized. Tim, listen. Your sister needs you. What the hell? Let's do it. You get here an hour before roll call tomorrow, and I'll get you up to speed on all the new protocols. Will do. And you're so concerned about my love life because... Because I don't want to drive around on patrol with you moping about screwing this up. Lucy... I realize that I'm overstepping here, but just hear me out. Look, if you like this girl, you should listen to her. Thank you. You're welcome. Good luck with your paperwork. Those don't make me like him. When have I ever moped? I don't even know how. I just wanted to say... I can't go back to the apartment with this empty room. Go to the morgue. Look, it's Bradford Mew. Yeah. Wait, I thought you were setting that up for me. I'm not gonna have a guest sleep on the couch. And I'm not gonna kick you out of your own bed. Come on, get up. You don't have to. You can stay with me. Anything. It's 24 hours back. Hug. Thanks. You have to admit that what happened with Isabel was deeply traumatic for you. I've never not admitted it. Then what are you doing here? I admitted it the first day we met, okay? So the only thing I did today was have your back. But if you can't see that, then... I came to see you. And what? Do you love me? You know what? I'm tired. You've got studying to do, so let's just... Yes. Order taken? Watch TV? Pretend like nothing's going on? No, I... Take the night off, all right? I'll see you tomorrow. If you were not here to tell me the truth... I love you. True. Are you okay? I'm great. Maybe tomorrow you'll be the big hero. This is cute. I did a good job. Yeah, you did. I would just settle for not having to deal with any bodily fluids. You really want to pretend like nothing is going on right now? Have you ever thought that maybe I have something I want to say to you? You were so concerned about what I deserve. How about a real adult conversation, Tim? And I can't... I can't just go back. I can't give you what you're looking for. Then you clearly have more to figure out than I realized. I need you to leave. You don't... You don't do that. You don't get to lie to me. What happened? Your buddy Ray stopped by. Are you okay? Do I look okay? Let's get on with it. What if Tamara had been there by herself when that creep showed up? I'm sorry, I have no idea. No, no more excuses, Tim. You have to tell me what's going on with you. Right now. Now. I lied. None of that. None of it explains why you cut me off. No. Trying to protect me, Tim. I'm sorry, I can't. And then use that as an excuse to leave me. So thank you. Okay? That's not okay. That's not okay. I know. What you're doing is not okay. I know. And you need somebody else besides me to help you with that, so good luck. You are an incredible person. No. No, you're incredible, okay? I know I ruined everything. You deserve so much better. Oh my God. Just steer clear of this from me, okay? I can't. I won't. You will never know how much I appreciate the kindness you've shown me. You clearly need help, and I am done being the good girlfriend, okay? You don't have to tell me everything, but you are going to let me in. How are you? There's a way I'm walking away. Don't do this. Why are you doing this? That's such a boring guess. Are you breaking up with me? Why are you doing this? I'm sorry. It's not enough to win. I have to crush Tim in this competition. Okay, so the contest is just about T.O. styles? I mean, what else would it be about? Nothing. She thinks it's about the breakup. Would you have told me about your breakup with Tim? I don't know. I am so over the breakup. We had friendly, professional competition long before we dated, and this is just that. Look, I know it's late, and I don't have much in the way of food, but I can order something. Hey, are you going to that thing tonight? No. No, I should, um... I'm going to go, and so have a good night. Are you going? Yeah, I got tickets. I didn't get a room. I mean, that's just an excuse to drink too much and make a ass out of themselves in front of the bosses. Right. You look amazing. So do you. Doesn't she? She always does. It's not a competition, but I am winning. I'm not sorry about last night. Me neither. I'll come up and help you. I'll manage. What? No, it's on the back of your neck. You can't even see it. Okay. Take your shirt off so I can see if the glass cut you anywhere else. We should have. I know. So you want to talk now, or order coffee? We need to talk. This just feels like a classic case of Valentine's Day ex-sex, right? But it can never happen again. Plus, I'm hashtag grumpy cock. I don't understand why men take everything so seriously. Me too. I wasn't grumpy last night. Lucy. No. You definitely were not. See you at the station.