Mac: Lets get you wired up, Oscar you'll be monitoring.
Angie: Is that necessary? The wire.
Mac: Course, he might let something drop.
Oscar: Yeah, like his pants.
Angie is at Jimmy Mercer’s place; a rock star and they have just been singing a duet together.
Angie: Everyday I wake up, and I know what I’ve got to do.
Jimmy: Yeah, I don't.
Angie: Jimmy, I don't like it, because it’s all I know, and it’s consuming me. And everything I wanted to do with my life, everything I could have done just doesn’t mean anything.
Jimmy: Don't cry (They begin to kiss, then sleep together).
-Angie gets in her car after staying the night at Jimmy Mercer’s place and Mac comes up to her car window.
Mac: We need to talk.
Angie: Don't tell me I’m under surveillance.
Mac: Look, of course not, I went to your place, you didn’t show up, I figured you’d be here.
Angie: I think we’ve talked enough, Mac.
Mac: Don't brush me off Ange, I think we owe each other more than that.
Angie: OK, get in.
Mac: How can I convince you to stay Ange? You’re angry, and perhaps justifiably, but this isn't something you need to resign over. Take the paid leave; go on a break…
Angie: Mac…
Mac: There’s some paperwork that needs to be done, I can arrange that. Umm you need to put it in writing, your resignation. Address it to Bernie. What about your locker? Do you want me to fix that up?
Angie: Yeah, just a pair of runners I wouldn’t mind keeping, the rest you can throw.
Mac: Oh well, you know you can come and do it yourself when it’s convenient, just come in. Are you sure you’ve thought this through? Look, cause I was thinking, seeing that girl shoot herself, the way she did had to have some effect, I know it would affect me. You’re still eligible for counseling sessions, if that’s the road you want to go…
Angie: I’m coping OK.
Mac: If you find differently, they’re there for you. Well what do you reckon? Do you reckon it had a lot to do with this girl? Honestly Ange…
Angie: There’s just some stuff I need to sort out I don't know. I think maybe I might like to do something different with my life.
Mac: You’re a good operative Ange you know, and you’ve ah, been a good friend.
Angie: You too.
Mac: You’ve got my number.