Doakes and LaGuerta have their coffee for the evening. "Just like old times," says Doakes sarcastically. "You live for this, and you know it," she says. "We could always...get in the back of the car, and pass the time like we used to." What? Scandalous! They laugh for a second, and LaGuerta says no: "Not going down that road again." Doakes's radio squeaks, and an officer says the suspect's vehicle has been spotted, and it's headed their way. "I'll take lead," says LaGuerta. "I got it," says Doakes. "We don't want this guy to do anything stupid in a crowd of people," she says. "Goddamn, that's what you out here for? To baby-sit me?" LaGuerta says she's worried about him, that's why she's there. He tells her he's fine, and doesn't know how else to say it. "That's what worries me. You're fine? With killing two men, you're fine?" He says he's killed more than two men in his life. "This isn't the Army, James. This is my department. I need to know that you're fit for duty. That's my job as Lieutenant!" He says all she cares about is her job, "even if it meant doing Pascal's man to get it back." Oh, snap! That was cold as ice, son! The gloves are off now. LaGuerta, shocked, asks, "How did you know about Bertrand?" "I didn't for sure until just now. I know you, Maria. We rode together for two years. When you want something, you get it! Pascal was in your way..." LaGuerta doesn't want to talk about it, and Doakes says, "Oh, I see. You're all up in everybody's shit as long as it's not yours." The conversation is cut short when the suspect rolls up in his truck. I think they said all they needed to, don't you?