Ruzek: Okay, what am I meant to get off my chest?
Burgess: Your feelings, your anger.
Ruzek: What do you mean?
Burgess: Adam, I can tell, I can feel it. You blame me for losing the baby.
Ruzek: Blame you?
Burgess: Yeah.
Ruzek: I don't blame you. What are you talking about?
Burgess: Cause I wasn't supposed to be in the field. I wasn't supposed to be in the motel.
Ruzek: And you were, and because you were, you saved a kid's life.
Burgess: Yeah, but I could've waited three minutes.
Ruzek: No, you couldn't have. That man would have beaten that girl to death had you waited outside. Kim, you were doing your job, you're a cop. You were at a scene...
Burgess: I wasn't supposed to be on the scene! I wasn't supposed to be in the motel! I wasn't supposed to lose the baby! Don't you get that? I don't want pity... and I don't want support.
Ruzek: What do you want?
Burgess: I want you to be angry with me. As angry with me as I am.
Ruzek: I can't do that.