- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Richie, what's up?
- If I tell you something, can you keep me out of it?
- I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?
- I think I know where the gun is. - What're you doing?!
- Sorry, duff. Ds orders. - Ah!
- Oh. Where'd that come from?
- Union argued that we didn't have enough
Evidence to let them go, but that everyone
Would be better served if we moved them to b&e.
- Alright, just be yourself. Lean into what's real.
- Like len and the beretta were real.
- Yeah, actually, they were.
- Kelly marie? - Len grierson.
- I'm undercover, alright? - Ditto.
- You're investigating sons of jupiter?
- Project voltage. - We want vicky.
A gun she made nearly killed a cop.
It'll take a little investment from our part:
$20,000 from the flash fund.
- Marc couldn't be here? - I can't see a thing.
- You had your chance. - What are you doing?
- Len's gone. He played us.
- I was thinking about going to florida
To stay with grandma for a little bit.
I need a fresh start. - I love you.
- Obviously, her invisibility cloak was a metaphor.
- Right. - Yeah.
Um, hiding her power, she's concealing herself--
- I see where you're going.
- Yeah? You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - And then this guy,
His big, long sword-- - for sure!
- We obviously know what that means.
- Well, yeah, it's the whole... It's the...
Well, I mean, look at this, sam. You got...
Look what you got going on in your little area there.
- What? Oh, my god! - Yeah.
(distant barking)
- Oh, that always happens
When I have double butter. These are new jeans.
- Well, not anymore. That's what you get
For hogging all the popcorn, and keeping it nestled
All up in that area. That's what's gonna happen.
- Hey, I was clear from the start.
I do not share my popcorn.
- That's true, that's true. You've been very clear always.
- Yeah, I'm an open book. That's part of my charm.
You know what? Go ahead, ask me anything.
I dare you. I dare you.
- Really? Okay. No, I got ya. - Okay.
- Uh, guilty musical pleasure?
- Uh... Easy. Styx. Come sail away.
- I love that song. - Really?
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Classic, you know? - Yeah.
- Dream date. - Ooh, I know.
The immersive van gogh exhibit followed by dinner at canoe.
- Oh. Okay.
Um...
Weirdest place you've ever had sex.
- Canoe. The boat, not the restaurant.
- I am sensing a theme here.
- It's a bit of one. - Okay, fair enough.
(rustling)
Sam, look. No, no. Look, sam, look.
- What? - What is that?
(whispering): My mother's in there by herself.
- Okay, hang on. Let me get my gun.
(distant barking)
(whispering): Mom! - Quick!
- Are you okay? (whispering): Oh, you got...
You got your gun. Oh, my god, - get down, get down, get down!
- Get him, get him! - What are you doing?
(naz): This is the police! And for the record, I am armed!
- I'm also the police and I am also armed!
- Wait, wait, wait! Mom, don't shoot!
- Elliot! Oh, my god!
- Jesus! - What are you doing here?
- Sorry. I didn't have my keys.
I-I just didn't want to wake you up.
- What, so you break in through my window?!
- Technically, it's our window, right?
- Oh, kid, you are so lucky
That this ridiculous socialist state won't let me carry a gun!
- Ow. - It's the same socialist state
That pays for your bunionectomy, just to be clear.
- Judy, you got your operation! - I did, my love!
(laughter) - you locked up my condo?
- I almost shot your kid. - I almost shot my kid.
- She's gonna be dead before the plant.
Seriously.
♪ I hate myself for loving you ♪
♪ can't break free from the things that you do ♪
♪ I wanna walk but I run back to you ♪
- Len, call me. Asshole!
(hiccupping) - hey.
We need to get a swear jar for the office?
- Look at you, all freshly pressed.
Aren't you the perfect picture of calm.
- Honestly, I've had enough adrenaline
Coursing through my finely tuned machine of a body
After nearly killing my son last night,
But thank you so much for the compliment.
Hey. (phone ringing)
You haven't heard anything from len yet?
- Nope. Two days, nothing.
And until we get those 3d guns,
Richie clarke stays in jail for shooting a cop. And...
I still don't think he did it.
- You've been to see richie?
- I tried, but he didn't want to talk to me.
And why would he? So far, I have no good news
That'll make him change his mind.
(hiccupping) - duff, I need to talk about the hiccups.
They are a sign of stress. What you can do--
Hello. Good morning, uh, boss.
- Do not "good morning" me, detective.
Not unless you've magically discovered $20,000
And 10 3d guns in your purse!
- Sadly, we have not. - Duff, get up.
Thanks to you,
Our one lead on the gun that shot officer beauchamp
Is drifting in the wind with a rogue agent.
Along with all the evidence in the case and our flash fund!
- You know what? Kevin looks really upset, so you might
Want to take it down a notch. - Ahem!
Find grierson, bring him in from the cold,
Save this case, save your ass. (phone vibrating)
Asses. Plural. Both your asses.
So many asses. Hello?
(knocking)
Wazowski, duff, follow me! - Yep.
- Oh, jesus, mary and joseph. Look what the cat dragged in.
- What a cute... That is a dog, right?
I'm len's handler, sergeant melissa jordan, rcmp.
But you call me mel, or liss--
- I'm not calling you anything until I understand
How you allowed your agent
To abscond with our guns, our money,
And our one decent lead in the shooting
Of a police officer.
- Leonard, you wanna take this? - Certainly.
I agreed to help out detectives duff and wazowski
On their gun buy, but two minutes in,
I saw my target, marc tremblay, in a car 30 feet away.
Guy followed me. He's paranoid.
- He's a biker. Comes with the territory.
(hiccupping) - so I threw the deal.
Two months in on this play,
I'm almost in with these sons of jupiter guys,
No easy feat for a black dude.
I needed to look legit.
- So... You handed over 3d guns to a biker,
Because that's who you want going through a metal detector?
- I took out the firing pins. Guns didn't work.
So I figured he might be running counter-surveillance on me,
So I laid low for a few days.
- And project voltage? Why use an old name?
- I told len to use it in case anyone was asking around.
We want to stay completely under the radar,
Even within our own ranks.
- And you took off with our money, why?
- Oh, that was just to look tough.
It's all there. You can make your arrest.
- What I really care about right now is finding
That last piece of evidence against our shooter.
- Maybe it was marc tremblay. - Mm-mm-mm-mm.
I was with him all that night.
- Correct. All night. I was listening.
- Well, maybe he gave them or sold them to someone else.
(hiccupping) - ahem. Hmm.
Did you try holding your breath yet?
Biting on a lemon?
- Go to hell, len.
- Want me to fix it? 'cause I will.
- This... Is a huge case for me.
And you offered to help,
And I vouch for you like a fool!
And then you go and disappear on me for three days?
You know, all I know about you
Is that your file says that you were in rehab,
And that... And that this project voltage
Doesn't even exist.
- I'm sorry. (hiccupping)
I... I am...
I should've found a way to call.
- Yeah. So if you're so sorry,
Find out who marc sold those guns to.
- I'm meeting up with him now. I'll see what I can do.
- Good.
It's very cool of you... Detective.
- Hey, duff, are you in here?
Duff?
(singsong): I know you're in here!
Duff? Duff...?
(hiccupping)
I know. I know you don't like talking.
I know that. And I know that you don't like sharing,
I know you find that hard.
Listen.
Um...
I can only imagine
How weird it is to see len after all this time.
It's like all the little things that you know about him,
And all the secrets that he knows about you.
I bet you guys even have, like, nicknames for each other,
Like "len the hen" or...
I mean, not that he's like a chicken.
That one's not right, I'm so sorry.
But, like, maybe an album. Like, do you guys got an album
Or a song?
For me, I cannot hear maroon 5's
She will be loved without thinking about steve.
We were at this criminology conference in thunder bay,
And then the power went out. And he was like,
"where's the fuse box?" I was like, "oh, who cares
About the fuse box? Look at you in those jeans."
I didn't say that, but I wish I did, 'cause--
- Really? Maroon 5?
- I know, it's terrible. But you know what?
Sometimes a song picks you, you don't pick the song.
- I'm having a really... Really bad day.
And it's not about boys. It's about a boy.
- I know.
It's about richard clarke.
Listen.
I promise you. Duff...
I promise we're gonna get there.
- You know... In this job,
You shouldn't make promises, wazowski.
(siren wailing)
Hey, can I get those, uh,
Richie clarke notes that you have?
I just want to go over his files again tonight.
- Yeah, for sure. But, listen. You know what?
I really think that you need to take the night off.
Yeah? No, look at me, look at me.
Beer, bath foam, bed? Come on. (hiccupping)
Do this for me. Open your mouth,
Pull your tongue out. Pull it hard.
Give it a try. - I'm not gonna--
- Just try. What do you got to lose? Go.
Just do what I say for once.
- Okay. - There you go.
- Ow. It hurts, though. (indistinct chattering)
- I come in peace.
Marc tremblay's satellite phone.
He was in my car, his buzzer was on the dash,
I grabbed it for you.
He thinks he lost it, he's... Freaking out.
You got three days with it
Before I need to "find" it for him.
Deal?
- Deal.
- The tongue thing was pretty cute.
(engine starting, len chuckling)
You're welcome.
- Oh, my god! Oh, my god,
That is marc the shark's sat phone. Give it here.
I mean please, can I have it?
- Okay, no, stand down. This is my intel.
- Take the night off and just let me take it home tonight.
I'm gonna be up late anyway. I'm having lobster.
I can't sleep on seafood.
It's just a thing. Come on.
Okay, listen. Come over after dinner,
We can crack it together.
- Pass. But if you find anything, call me.
- Pinky swear. I promise. So many promises.
Look at me. Yes!
Up top. Yeah.
- Call me. - Poof!
By myself. Yes!
(gulls squawking)
- Samantha, can you please tell me the need for gloves?
If the food isn't safe for your hands,
How is it safe inside your body?
- It is a mystery.
An even bigger mystery
Is when did you guys leave florida and why?
I thought you liked it there.
- Yeah, we did. - We liked it a lot.
Um, I think we just kind of started--
- It was, like, we were getting homesick. - ...Getting homesick.
And we just wanted to, like, I dunno, take a road trip.
- Road trip. Nice one, my dude.
Nothing like cranking the tunes on the open road.
- Oh, god. - Life is a highway!
- Highway! - Okay...
- No, no, you don't have to do that.
- Sing the whole song? - No, you can probably stop.
- Yeah, well, uh... Here's another mystery.
Why were you with that detective last night?
- Oh, well, that's, um...
Really, it's because...
Because we were working on a case, a big case,
And there's just no rest... Just no rest for the wicked.
- Ha! Samantha, please. - Please don't.
- You overshare about everything.
Why not tell the kid the truth?
- Okay. Detective nazeer and I...
...Have been going to the occasional movie.
- Oh, that's a nice euphemism. Caught them the other night...
- Please don't. - ...With their pants down,
Literally! - Oh, my god.
That's not... That's okay. She just came in,
And that's her interpretation of it.
- No, I love that! I love it when older women
Explore their sexuality. - Ah!
- That's dope! - Great.
Okay, that made it... That made it worse.
- Older is right! You should see this kid,
She's shtupping! It's ridiculous!
- Judy, judy, leave her alone. (judy laughing)
- What? - Leave her alone.
(judy laughing)
I think we need a nightcap. That's what I think.
- Oh! - Are you okay?
- Sweet ride. Neighbourhood's looking up.
- Okay. Mom? - Yeah.
- I really think you should get a cane, okay?
- I do not need a cane.
- Judy, you'd rock a cane. (judy laughing)
(laughter) - yeah...
I have to admit that food was delicious.
Samantha, I'm so sorry I ever doubted you.
(laughing)
Grappa, anyone?
- Are you sure, mom? Drinking on meds?
You're not ready for bed?
- Oh, please. I'm having fun. - Sure.
I'll take a grappa. (funky music playing)
♪ shake it shake it shake your groove thing ♪
♪ shake your groove thing yeah yeah ♪
♪ show 'em how we do it now ♪ - uh, you know what?
I'm gonna take myself off to bed
For a long night of lobster nightmares.
- Lobsters don't give you nightmares.
That's patently ridiculous. - Well, they do to her.
Lobsters and nacho cheese have her climbing the walls.
(judy laughing)
(clattering, music volume lowers)
- Did you guys hear something? (judy sighing)
- How could I have birthed such a paranoid soul?
I didn't hear a thing.
- I'm sure it's just the kids. Elliot?
(steve): Sam, it's fine. They're still out for ice cream.
♪ or heart-to-heart ♪
♪ we put in motion every single part ♪
- Elliot, why don't you use the front door for once?
♪ we're bumpin' booties ♪ hey!
Hey, come back here! ♪ havin' us a ball y'all ♪
♪ shake your groove thing shake your groove thing ♪
♪ yeah yeah ♪ (grunting)
Ah! (groaning)
♪ shake it shake it ♪
Evated...
Above my heart.
Oh, I should've never walked on it tonight.
- Oh, judy, since when did you ever follow the rules? Hmm?
- If they stole my diamond tennis bracelet,
There will be hell to pay.
(siren blipping)
(indistinct chattering)
- Okay, people, we're here from b&e.
We will be taking this over.
- Uh, two, uh, break-ins in a row.
That's gotta be some kind of a record. You okay?
- Yeah, I-I'm fine. - Hey.
- I just heard.
I just figured you could use some moral support,
Especially with those two bozos running things.
- It's nice. It's, uh, serene. - Thanks.
- Wait. You haven't been in here yet?
- Uh, have you? Has he? No, I don't think that he...
Can we just stop? We need to focus up here, okay?
So we're not... Uh... (nazeer sighing)
Oh, well... Okay, great. Look at this.
All... All my jewellery's gone.
- Oh, I've seen your jewellery. I think you'll live.
- Anything else of value in here?
- No! That's nothing in there!
- Found something. They were in the basement near the window.
- Oh, god. - Maybe the subject dropped them.
I'm gonna get them printed now. - I think it's fine.
You don't have to do that.
- So, what, your kid smokes? - No. God, no.
- Then I'll go get them printed. - Okay, okay, f-fine.
- What? - Uh...
Uh... They're mine, they're mine.
- You smoke? - Not usually.
That's not something that I do. It's just that I'm very
Stressed out at the minute, 'cause my mother came over,
There's stuff going on, I found myself in a shorty's variety,
I was, like: Oh, my god... Oh, sam!
And then I bought some cigarettes. And that's just what happened.
- Okay. - Okay.
- I'll go tell 'em. - That's great.
Thank you very much.
- What the hell?!
- Oh, my god, no!
- Kelly marie duff. Do not like that picture of me.
- Please don't. - "tough duff. Duff-initely.
The duffinator." - oh, my god, no. No!
- Oh! Taai nazeer gets three hearts!
- No! My god, no! No! - That's so cute!
Oh, the shipper name is snazzy naz--
- Okay, no! Please don't. - What is this?
Like, a five-point plan for making friends?
- No, it is not, okay? It is not that. It's, uh, a...
It's a vision board for people that I like,
And you should probably take it as a compliment.
- Oh, so it's like a ocd thing.
- Listen, I have never officially been diagnosed with ocd,
But it has crossed my mind.
- That was hilarious. - Please. Listen to me.
- Oh. - Please do not tell my mother.
- That what? Her bracelet was stolen?
- Oh, no, you can tell her about that. Just don't tell her about--
- The smoking? Honestly, I'm pretty impressed
That you still have any secrets.
- Please, duff-- - actually,
I prefer the duffinator.
- Oh, my god. - Someone broke into the house.
- Did they take anything?
- We don't know yet. - Mom, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay. - Well, the good thing is
There really wasn't much to take.
Not even a low-level thief would take that stereo.
- Uh, okay, thank you.
Whoever it was took all of my jewellery,
And all of my mother's jewellery.
- Okay, well, that's something, I suppose.
Son, we're gonna have to make sure
Nothing of yours is missing. Let's go.
- And just confirming the gun box
Is still in the closet?
You got your cellphone, wallet, laptop?
- Yeah, cell, wallet, tech.
And the laptop's in the ergosack 3000.
It's a computer bag. It's on the table.
- Yeah, nothing in here. - Yes, it is.
- Nope. - Yes, it is.
It was in here. It... It was in here before I left.
- Was that police laptop, or personal?
- Police. (chuckling)
- It's alright. I'm calling tech right now.
I'll get them to shut it down remotely.
- Sam, marc tremblay's phone that was in that bag,
You put it upstairs or in some little hidey-hole
Of yours, put it in a safe maybe?
- No.
No, it was in the bag, it was in the bag.
And now it's gone.
- Hey, no, it's okay. It's fine.
We just gotta focus. Alright, figure out who broke in--
- And find that phone.
- Oh, god, duff. Why?
Why'd you let me take that phone home?
(hiccupping) - that is what I would like to know.
That phone should've been kept here.
How do we know that its owner didn't track it?
- Because I checked before dinner. The phone was dead.
No one can track it. - Can they, though? Or can we?
Is there any way we can follow that phone?
- Not unless someone uses it.
- Great. So now we're back to looking for a random burglar.
- You two aren't looking for anyone.
Someone took a criminal's phone and a cop's laptop
From this one's house.
I can't believe I'm gonna say this,
But I think mcconnell and davidson
Are gonna have to take the lead on this one.
- I think I might have an idea.
- Elliot, what are you doing here?
(buzzing, sniffing) - detectives,
Let me be clear. My clients are here voluntarily,
On the understanding that anything they do say
Will not be used against them. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. We know.
- So, elliot,
What's your theory here? Hmm?
- My theory is that I...
May have left the united states with something that...
Someone may have thought was theirs, and, um...
...They may have come looking for it.
- Okay, so you ripped someone off,
They came back at you.
It's a classic thug circle of life, am I right?
Ms. Sullivan, I understand your mom
Is a drug kingpin currently in prison?
- I'm not sure what ms. Sullivan's mother has to do
With last night's burglary. - Karma. Speaks to character.
- Karma. Good one. - Thank you.
- Either way, what do you think they may have been looking for here, son?
- Uh-oh. What do we have here? (chuckling)
(whistling) there it is.
- Jackpot.
Now, tell me. How did you earn this?
- Does it matter?
- Well, it does if it's retribution.
What were you two into down there, huh?
Drugs? Prostitution? Human trafficking?
- Okay, that's enough.
- You guys pimps? Or maybe...
- Boss. - Okay, fine.
I'll find somebody else to do it,
But you two, out. Just leave.
(steve): Okay, this is clearly harassment.
Sexual harassment, in fact. - Asking questions, that's all.
- No, you're not just asking questions anymore.
Thank you, detectives. We will speak to the adults.
- We're just talking. (sighing)
(hiccupping) - you know, it's so weird
How you can be so angry at someone
And then have the urge to protect them
At the exact same time.
- Mm-hmm.
- What?
Go ahead. You want to say something?
- How many times do you want to see your son
Behind that window before you actually do something?
(phone vibrating) 'cause you know, if that
Had been any other kid...
Hey, what's up, len?
- Any luck opening that gift?
- Um, no, we're still working on it.
- Cool. I'm seeing marc day after tomorrow.
As long as I get back by then.
- Yeah, sure. You got it.
Straight.
So, you left toronto with a bagful of mdma,
And started selling it in a club in miami.
- Yeah, but we just wanted to get rid of it,
Make some money and start fresh.
And I told the club owner that I'd cut a deal with him,
But then we took all the money and left
In the middle of the night.
- The guy was harassing his staff.
He was assaulting women,
Date-rape drugs, the whole deal. And then, one night,
He went after one of my friends,
So I just told elliot that we had to leave that night.
- Okay, this club owner, does he know anyone up here?
Does he have any toronto connections?
- Not that I know of.
- Yeah, but he might know people everywhere.
- Well, good news is, doesn't look like
You were targeted as a cop.
Bad news is, your son was selling mdma
Out of crimson castle. It's a club in miami.
He also ripped off the owner. Guy's name is vince choudry.
- Does vince choudry have any connections up here?
- Yeah. Brio del marco, 32 years old.
Works security over at wavelength.
It's a club over on islington.
He and vince were cellmates in 2016.
Still in contact over social.
But they're like teenage girls. It's all shorthand and emojis.
- Go back.
Go back, go back, go back.
That car, last night after dinner,
That was parked outside my house.
- Okay. Well, we will keep uniforms at your house,
Put a team on this brio guy now
And pick him up soon as we find him.
(hiccupping)
- Hey, sam. - Hey.
- You alright? - Yeah.
- Can I do anything for ya? - No, I'm good.
- Come on. You sure?
- Yeah. Have a good... Day.
- Hey, will you let me just talk to you for one--
- No, you can't. No more words. I want you guys to go inside.
I want you to make coffee for pj and rachel.
(both): Who? - Pj and rachel. Over there.
See them? Those two cops over there
Sitting around like assholes guarding us,
Because yet again, you have endangered our lives.
Listen. You know I love you.
Pj, you know I love you. I don't think you're an asshole.
- Yeah, no, I know. It's...
- It's fine. Do you want milk? You want sugar?
- Uh, do you have oat? - Are you kidding? Yep, I definitely--
- If it's not a problem. - Not a problem at all. Be right there.
Okay, need you to get the oat milk in the small cupboard near the dryer
With that cane sugar we never use. Doesn't matter,
Go in and get it. - Okay.
(sighing)
- Hell of a day. - Yeah.
- Sam, it's fine. I know you want it.
Better? - Better. Be better if I had a light.
You got a light? 'course you don't.
Know what'd be better? If I had a light, then I could light it,
Then I would be one step closer to death. That would actually really be better.
- Sam... - Our son's a criminal. Do you actually get that?
Because I do. 'cause I'm a terrible mother.
I'm really pathetic. And the one goddamn time
I let my guard down, I lose key evidence in a case,
And all my colleagues, they just...
...They just tromped all through my house.
And then they saw... My stupid, stupid...
It's so stupid.
I'm so stupid.
- You're, you're not... - No, no, stop it. Stop.
My stupid personal crappy life. They saw my friend board.
You know how hard it is for me to make friends.
- I don't know. They all seem to like you.
(sniffling)
Especially that nazeer fellow. - Yeah, not anymore.
Not after he finds out I'm a secret smoker
And, like, a lying piece of crap.
- Sam, you're human.
You're adorably human.
And that's nothing to be ashamed of.
Hey. - Yeah, whatever.
Says mr. Perfect. - Oh, yeah, I'm really perfect.
I've got a son who's always in jail.
- Really? Me, too. I highly recommend
Not putting it on your dating profile.
It's a serious red flag.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- You really think this was just elliot?
Selling drugs? Ripping people off?
- No, I don't.
I think it was jackie, but I'll tell you what.
If elliot wants to take the blame... That's on him.
But I want that girl out of my house.
I kind of wish he... I just wish he'd never met her.
- Elliot's gonna be fine. - Hey.
You want me to take this? - Yeah, sure.
Um... Hey, you know that you don't gotta do this.
Right? You know, this was my problem and my hustle.
- Hey, your hustle is my hustle.
It's... It's not like I didn't know anyways.
- You've got all of these...
...People who care about you and want to see you succeed--
- Hey, it's gonna be okay. You just...
Gotta trust me a little bit, okay?
(soft music)
Io since last night.
He hasn't gone anywhere, not even to the club.
- Anyone find the sat phone? Turned it on?
Is there another way to track it?
- Not yet. I think this brio guy's operating
On the dark web, and it's all private rooms.
We need a code or an intro.
- Can't y'all just dm him or something?
- No, this guy's for real. He's not gonna bite over social.
But we do need your help making contact with him.
Maybe call vince in miami, get an introduction?
- Jackie... (sighing)
(line ringing)
- Hey. Vince?
- ¿qué bola? - Hey. Yeah, this is, um...
This is melody's friend.
- Yeah, I don't know you.
(jackie laughing) - yeah, you do.
Look, I want your bro from the six off of my ass.
Okay? You're pissed at me now.
Just wait and see how pissed you're gonna be
When I call the cops on your little ghb
Seduction ring, because, dude,
I got it all on video.
Kids these days, always recording things.
So if you want your cut, I want you to link me with brio.
I meet him later today, you bring my laptop
And my buzzer, you can get your cut of the money,
And we won't go to the police.
- I gotta go.
- You have a video
Of this vince guy committing a crime?
- No, but how's he gonna know that?
(phone chiming) here you go.
- Oh, okay. Uh...
(beeping) we're in.
- Nice. (nathan chuckling)
- That's not how I'd start that.
Should I give him my name?
- Nah, he knows your name. Let's try--
- Laptop plus satellite plus phone equals bag of money.
(chiming) - no... No prince, no dice?
- Oh, yeah, he's trying to say
That he wants to hear from vince first.
"prince" vince. He's the owner of the...
Crimson castle. It's a power play, essentially.
He, uh... He's doing this for vince.
He wants him to be in the know.
Where do you guys want this meet to be?
- How about the van gogh exhibit?
Wh... No, 'cause I was... I was looking it up online.
It's big, it's dark, it's contained.
We could hide our people there easily.
- Sounds like fun to me.
Best part is, he doesn't seem to know you're a cop,
Which bodes well for getting the sat phone back.
- Ugh. That's not how you spell van gogh.
(chiming)
- We're on.
(kelly): We good? Everything in place?
- Yep. All systems go.
You ready? We're ten minutes out.
- Yeah, I'm ready. - Money's in the bag.
You make contact with brio, get the laptop
And the satellite phone, you give him the bag.
- And leave the rest to us, okay? Alright, turn around.
(hiccupping, chuckling)
- You ever try drinking through a paper towel?
- Yes. Can you move your hair, please?
- Oh, yeah.
- Alright. - Jesus.
It's funny. I'm actually kinda starting to like this little thing.
- Yeah, well, you should start needing it less.
- Excuse me? - Jackie,
Kids from your neighbourhood don't get a second chance,
So let's be real clear.
You're getting this pass
'cause of elliot, so don't screw it up.
(soft classical music, indistinct chattering)
- Um... You know what?
I think I'm just gonna go to the washroom really quickly.
- What? - No, I have to pee.
- Right now? - It'll take, like, two seconds.
It's fine. - Are you kidding me?
- I love you.
- What...?
- Yeah, elliot's here. There's-- no, there's no sign of jackie.
- Whoa. My god. - Well, any sign of brio?
- Hey, look, look. - What? What?
- Look.
- Why would someone this magnificent
Cut off his own ear?
- Well, we all have our problems.
I'm bringing you back here this weekend.
I got reservations at canoe.
If that's alright.
Hey, sam.
I have a single bed...
(chuckling) ...In my apartment.
Angie took off with the queen, I never bothered to replace it.
That's why I haven't invited you over.
'cause it's awful, and, um...
...I'm embarrassed.
Look. We all have our stuff. Okay?
Single-bed guy, secret smoker.
But maybe we're a match made in neurotic heaven.
The exhibit's in town for a few more months.
(kelly): Sam? - What?
- Can you check on elliot and jackie?
- Yeah. I'm gonna check it out.
- Sure. - We're gonna--
- Yeah.
(pounding music)
(phone chiming)
- Elliot's here. Where's jackie?
It's a quarter past. What is happening?
- No, they should both be there by now.
- Our target just walked in.
- No, let's call it. Abort.
- Hey. Prince sent me.
- Who are you? - Elliot. Jackie bailed.
She had some side hustle going on.
She didn't even tell me. The money's in my van, okay?
So let's just this over with, alright?
- I don't know what's happening. We're coming to you.
(sniffling) - you do security, right?
- Yeah. How'd you know? - Yeah, um, vince told me.
But, uh, hey, if you ever have any work lined up for me,
I'd be all over it.
Come on, man. I'm not giving you 90k out here.
- Police! Get your hands up. Step back.
Drop it. Turn around.
- Hands on your head! Interlock your fingers!
(sighing)
- I got it.
- Elliot. - Just need a minute, okay?
Fuck.
(sighing)
(sniffling)
Fuck!
- So, you'll call us when you hear from jackie.
And ideally, she shows up soon with that money.
- What about elliot here?
- We don't have anything to charge him with.
And without involving the us,
There's no criminal offence tied to the possession of that money.
Elliot's free to go. (elliot sighing)
- Thank you, detective.
(michaels): So you're not a big fan of cops. I get it.
Is that why you shot her?
- I take it elliot walked.
- Did you know sergeant beauchamp?
(sighing) - charmed life, that kid.
- Richie sure could've used a lawyer dad or, you know,
Half the unit looking out for him.
- He should be so lucky. - Mm-hmm.
(sighing)
You think he did it?
- Doesn't matter what I think. The evidence says what it says.
- Marshall court...
A few years ago, keegan and I ran that basketball program.
Richie was always the first one in the gym and the last one out.
- Not on you, alright?
(sighing)
Sometimes, you just gotta be a cop.
(beeping)
- Got it. - Yes!
- Marc the shark doesn't have a lot of friends.
He only called one number from this phone.
889-something? Looks like another sat phone.
- So, marc is using his phone to make gun deals with one person?
- And this one person could be gabrielle's shooter?
Anything else? You got anything else?
- We have a warrant for this number?
- Yeah. (hiccupping)
- Hi. Anna? Ds greene.
I'm looking for information on a satellite-phone number.
Yeah. Sending it to you now.
Write this down?
Gps location.
Yep, latitude:
43.695486.
Longitude:
79.334477.
Amazing, anna. Thank you.
What is it? Okay, thank you.
Derwyn drive, etobicoke.
- Who lives there? - Searching.
A guy named adam gentle.
- Okay, let's go. You want to drive?
- Definitely.
(tense music)
(hiccupping) - you know what?
I can't take it anymore. Hold on, hold on.
Okay, hiccups. Two remedies left.
(kelly sighing) orgasm or a rectal massage.
- Mm... Neither. (hiccupping)
- Okay, you have had those hiccups
Since len walked back into your life.
Are you telling me that's non-issue?
- No, I'm not.
We were together for three years.
(scoffing) the best three years of my life.
But then it went bad really fast.
Right, we were doing this uc job,
And we were living together, and I was part of his cover.
But then he got way too caught up in it.
Then I realized he was using and... I didn't know what to do.
- Hey, duff.
On top of all that... Did he start hitting?
- No. He-he'd shove me around. Okay? And...
(sighing)
Locked me in a closet. - He put a gun to your head.
- It was all part of the play, right? But...
Yeah, it sure did scare the hell outta me.
What are you doing? - We're gonna hug now.
- Oh, my god, I think someone's... Home.
- Oh, okay. God, let's get a look at our gun buyer.
- Good girl...
Come on, hey. (indistinct chattering)
There we go. Here we go.
- No, that is not our target. Are you kidding me?
- Okay, let's not stereotype. He could very, very scary.
- Poopy. Poopy.
(dog whimpering) thatta girl.
- See this guy is-- - hang on!
- What? - The dog is doing his business!
Don't you... - It's already ringing.
(phone ringing) - oh, freak. Um...
Oh, gosh.
Uh... How does it work again?
- Oh! - Ah.
- Oh.
- God, for a guy who's a gun buyer,
He's not too nimble on the draw.
- Indeed.
I highly doubt he shot anyone, especially gabrielle.
- Okay, so what does he have to do with marc the biker?
(distant siren wailing)
- Kelly.
- Oh, god, len.
I see why marc lost his phone in this mess.
Thanks, by the way. The phone really helped.
- Of course. Hey, let me walk you in.
(car alarm chirping, kelly hiccupping)
Tsk. Kelly marie duff.
- What? - I will give you $100
If you hiccup again. - Oh, well, get your money out,
'cause it's gonna happen again.
Wow, len. Some things really haven't changed.
- That's not mine. - Come on.
- Kelly, it's not mine.
Alright? Marc gave it to me to sell.
Hey, for real.
I've been sober two years now.
- It's pink.
The same colour we've been seeing coming out of mexico.
- Take it. Get it tested to see if it's the same stuff.
- Um, have you heard who adam gentle is?
An accountant. Real nerd. Lives on derwyn drive.
- No. Is that who marc's been calling?
- Yeah, but I still can't find out what the connection is.
Accountants, bikers, 3d guns, mexico.
I have no clue what is going on.
- Want to walk it through together?
(sighing)
Ah, yes. Nah, it's cool. Let's leave it.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- At least I took care of those hiccups.
Oh. (laughing)
- Uh, hey. Do you still eat pizza?
Or are you one of those gluten-free nerds now?
- Oh, hell, no. (car horn honking)
- I mean, I figure we could go to guarducci's on 3rd,
Talk it out.
- After you.
- So, okay, this is what I figured out so far.
It's three main gangs that are in this.
We've got sons of jupiter...
- Did you... Get what you needed outta that phone, or...?
I'm sorry... It's pretty good we got it back, though. Right?
It's, like, better than some random criminal having it--
- You know what would've been better?
Not having had it stolen in the first place,
As retribution for you dealing drugs.
That, elliot,
That would've been better.
- I'm sorry. I'm... I'm really sorry.
Can I make you dinner or something? Or...
Like, run you a bath?
(sam chuckling) - uh, you could...
Stop dealing drugs.
Get a job. Go to university.
There's really so much that you could do. Not...
Not really for me, but for you, elliot.
(soft piano music)
♪ rain pouring down my head pounds from the sound ♪
♪ I'm stuck to the bed with brain zaps... ♪
- You look like an idiot when you smoke.
- Doesn't everyone? ♪ I'm trying hard to change ♪
♪ I wish I knew why ♪
♪ I always stay the same ♪
♪ this is not who I want... ♪
♪ to be... ♪ - elliot tell you what happened?
- Yeah, he did. He did.
- How do I teach him about consequences...
...When they never seem to find him?
- Maybe he never had a mother who...
Let him land on his ass.
- You got it all figured out, huh?
- Don't be stupid, samantha.
Nobody has it all figured out.
(judy sighing)
Got another one of those?
Light?
(soft music continues)
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