Ally starts packing her things at her apartment and comes across the Red Falls Killer case files and start going through them. She was now doubting if the killer she caught was guilty. She then visits Levy at his office.
"Hi." She said.
"Hey." Levy said.
"I'm gonna give these back to you." She hands over the case files he'd given her. "Thank you so much for your help."
"Anytime." Ally turns to leave. "Hey, we're gonna miss you around here."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"I might." Ally smiles and holds up her fingers, indicating a little bit, Levy agrees and laughs. "You did a good job out there. Just keep your fingers out of guys necks. It's nasty."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Ally is walking out of the FBI office, she hears Trish holding a meeting with some agents regarding the Spencer case.
"Alright, send out alerts to airports, train stations." Trish pointing to Rosie and Dez. "DEA is going to take the lead on this one, alright? Now, although this is a joint task force, we're also working with the Miami PD.
"Alright, Rosie and I are gonna be hand picking all the officers, so we don't wind up with this." Dez points to a mugshot of Austin on the TV monitor, everyone in the room laughs. "Alright, any questions?"
Ally enters the room. "Hey. Hey, that's not right."
"No, it's not."
"No, that officer that you're making fun of. The one that you're all laughing at, has more integrity, more commitment, more courage and more guts than anybody in this room."
"Yeah, but less mental stability." Everyone laughs again, except Trish.
"Ha...ha. Okay. Okay, so uh, just...just to be clear. What does mental instability look like? Keeping people safe? Protecting the community? Getting the job done? Is that what it looks like? Then great! If that's what mental instability look like, sign me up for the crazy house. That officer right there, is a better law enforcement officer than anybody in this room. Myself included. He is better than you, she's better than you. And he's definitely better than you." She yells at one of the agents who's looking at his phone. "What are you doing? Are you texting? Are you playing a game? What is it? Put it away. Put it away. God, you guys are just...what is the matter with you? You're such...you're just such jerks! You're just such...you're just shit jerk! You're just a shit jerk dick fucker! You're a shit jerk dick fucker assholer! And you all can just go fuck yourselves!
Before she leaves, she tells Trish, "Not...sorry, Trish. Not you. Pardon, please. Just all you fuckers." She steps out of the room, slides shut the glass door and slides two finger to everyone in the room across the glass door.
Working on his own to hunt down Spencer, he breaks into a drug dealers apartment pointing his gun at the man in the room.
"Get on the ground!" Austin yelled. "You are under arrest! Put your hands where I can see! Tell me where the fuck Spencer is?"
Suddenly another man comes up behind Austin and point a gun at her head. "Hey, I think it'd be much more better if you put your hands up."
Austin puts his hand up and as he goes to grab her gun. When he does, Ally turns up behind him.
"Much more better?" She points her gun at the back of his head. "Drop the gun and take a grammar course, you idiot."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Me and him? We're the fucking heat." Austin and Ally smile at each other as they handcuff the drug dealers. "Alright. We've got some scum bags to visit, huh?"
"Yeah, we do. Get up, asshole."
"Let's go."
Ally and Austin are at a warehouse arresting more drug dealers.
"Where's Spencer?" Austin asked a drug dealer.
"What? I don't even know who that is!"
"Where is he?!"
"I told you, I don't know who the fuck that is!"
"Really?" Ally asked the guard dog. "Okay. So, clean? Clean? You're not finding anything? Nothing in here? Really, you...? Okay, hold on a second. How about this?" She turns and rips off the poster on the wall, revealing a large hole in the wall with drugs stashes inside it. "Right there! Right there!"
Next, they are knocking on the door of another drug dealer.
"Got your pizza!" yelled Austin. "Got your pizza, mister."
"Just a minute." The drug dealer opens the door and Austin is holding up a large pizza box.
"Fresh hot pizza." He lowers the box and both Austin and Ally are pointing their guns at him.
"Get on your knees!" commanded Ally.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Get on the ground!"
"Where's your stash?" asked Austin.
"I don't have anything yet." answered the dealer. "I'm going to get some from a new distributer."
"Who's your new distributer?"
There's a knock on Chuck's apartment door, he opens the door. "Oh, shit, man!"
Austin and Ally pointed their guns at Chuck.
"Guess who." joked Ally.
"Surprise!" Austin pushes past him and enters into his apartment along with Ally.
"Come on, man!" yelled Chuck. "Listen, I don't know what you all doin' here, I'm out of the know what I hate? Drugs! I'm a different man."
Ally opens his refrigerator door takes out a package from the freezer and throws it at Chuck.
"This is not mine." Chuck lied. "I just bought that refrigerator the other day, this must have been in there."
Austin grabs the package of drugs from Chuck. "We want to know where all this new shit is coming from! Where is Spencer?"
"Bitch, which part of "I'm out" do you not understand? I'm out!"
Austin and Ally look at each other.
"Do you want to interview him, Alls?" Austin asked her.
"Mm...no. No, I think I have something better in mind." Ally smiled.
Ally and Austin dangle Chuck by his feet over his apartments fire escape.
"Aahh!" screamed Chuck. "Oh, shit! I don't know shit! Come on!"
"I don't know, it'a awfully heavy, Chuck." said Austin.
"Lie to me again!" yelled Ally. "I wanna feel your body sliding through my delicate hands."
"I don't know shit!" Chuck screamed.
"Woh! I can't...I can't hold you!" laughed Austin.
"I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die! Okay, okay! It's at a warehouse, Osama Street."
"I'm almost disappointed." said Ally.
"Get me up!"
"Alright, let's pull him up."
"No, wait. I'm not kidding anymore!" said Austin.
"What?"
"I can't lift him up!"
"What?!"
"I can't lift him! Shit. I've only done this one other time and it was a really tiny hooker."
"Lift my ass up!" screamed Chuck. "You fucking put nobody over no ground you can't fucking lift 'em out!"
"Okay, okay. Uh...just tuck your head and relax your body." Ally calmly said.
"Lady, what the fuck?! Get me up! Get me up!"
They strugle to hold onto Chuck's legs. Suddenly they drop him and he lands on top of a car. Ally and Austin looked down
"Thank...thank you again. Thank you." said Ally.
"That was on me. I take that." said Austin.
"I hope this ain't my car. This is my car. This is my car." said Chuck. He looks down at the car. "Oh, shit! My 2003!"
Ally and Austin head over to Austin's apartment. They opens the refrigerator stocked full of weapons
"Load up." said Austin.
They start equipping themselves with Austin's personal arsenal. Austin picks up the grenade he'd showed Ally when she had visited his apartment before.
"No, no, no, no. No." said Ally.
"Yes, yes."
"No, you said that thing ticks."
"Yeah, but not for days." Finally they are fully arm themselves. "You hungry? I got a sandwich I didn't finish."
"Is it the same sandwich you offered me a week ago?"
"It's cheese. Cheese doesn't go bad."