Karen Sisco

[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.

Marshall Sisco:
[taking a photo of an insurance scammer] Smile, platehead.

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.

[in custody, Pell talks to Karen through an open panel of a prisoner transport vehicle.]

Nicholas Pell:
A woman like you, I could have loved.

Karen Sisco:
And there's my luck. [slides the panel shut]