JAKE: You think that disapproving glare works on me after all the times I've seen it? Step it up, find something new. Holt turns towards Jake, giving a disapproving glare. JAKE: Wait, who's this guy? Flaco must've sent someone to get the backpack, and they just waltzed right in and took it out of the precinct. I mean, right? Holt switches back to the office security camera and we see a shady man with his identity hidden walk in and steal the rucksack. C.J.: You have the right to remain silent. sitting on the back of a sofa with an acoustic guitar and other police officers around him. during all this? Holt switches to the security camera for the break room, we see C.J. JAKE: Wait, that was two hours? Where's C.J. Now let's fast forward and see what happened to it. HOLT: This is security footage from the day the backpack went missing. Jake walks around Holt's desk to see his laptop where they view the security cameras from his office room. HOLT: Well, if I'm so boring, how come I have a lead? Come take a look at this. And you know what he did? JAKE: He discovered zinc, because you've used that one on me before because, uh, ya boring. HOLT: You know who else was called "boring"? Andreas Marggraf. Well, I've got news for you: Jake points at Holt. JAKE: You think you're so great just 'cause you always do what's good and right. HOLT: Well, he's not our best, but I won't be part of any sneaky subterfuge designed to undermine him. turns towards Jake who is standing to the side. is eating soup at a table and leans back. BROOKLYN NINE-NINE PRECINCT, BREAK ROOM C.J. His favorite expression is "that's gonna leave a mark." And he doesn't even use it right. JAKE: Why are you helping this guy, sir? He's the opposite of everything you stand for. I'm assuming he doesn't know they're missing. HOLT: Any luck finding the missing backpack? JAKE: No, but I did find C.J.'s wallet, badge, and gun on top of the toilet paper dispenser. Raymond is sitting at his desk using a laptop. BROOKLYN NINE-NINE PRECINCT, CAPTAIN HOLT'S OFFICE Jake walks into Holt's office, knocking on the door as he enters. Not to brag, but I was name-checked in my kindergarten teacher's suicide note. GINA: Yeah, well, you don't wanna start a battle of the wills with Gina Linetti because you will emerge from that battle a broken man. TERRY: Seriously, turn off the space heater. Gina leans towards the heater, whispering. Gina picks up a heater from behind her desk and places it on top. GINA: Space heater? Excuse me, this is a Fornax Radiant Comfort System, and her name is Jacinta. TERRY: And, Gina, you can't run that space heater 24/7 anymore. Scully passes Hitchcock a strawberry and he proceeds to dip it in the cheese fountain and eat it. The camera pans to reveal a cheese fountain next to the chocolate fountain.
SCULLY: What are we supposed to dip our strawberries in? Our nacho cheese fountain? That's crazy. TERRY: Scully, Hitchcock, lose the chocolate fountain. Scully has a chocolate fountain on his desk with a plate of strawberries beneath it. Terry turns towards Norm Scully and Michael Hitchcock. Interacting with other people, that's what gets me going. It's not the thing that gives me the most pleasure in life.
TERRY: Hey, guys, department has a new green initiative. We see Amy Santiago laminating some document, Gina Linetti on her phone at her desk.
BROOKLYN NINE-NINE PRECINCT, BULL PEN Sergeant Terry Jeffords addresses the precinct. Jake trails off, murmuring indistinct words. JAKE: Okay, you know, you're trying to say it's whatever because you just.
What if those drugs end up on the street or a dangerous criminal is set free because of missing evidence? Jake sighs. JAKE: What? No, this is our chance to undermine him. Captain Stentley is going to find that evidence because we're gonna help him. Jake then sings C.J.'s song, imitating him. This could be our way back onto the day shift. can't find that evidence, he could be fired. Jake pretends to laugh before turning towards Holt, suddenly serious. C.J.turns back towards them, making a laser firing noise as he makes finger guns in their direction. C.J.: If you see somethin', say somethin', come on and party tonight. C.J.dances out of the room, clicking his fingers to an imaginary beat, singing his own made-up song. JAKE: Nope, very common police expression. C.J.: Oh, that is catchy, huh? It's like, I just made up a hit song.