- And your name is...? - Uh, I go by Switch.
Get in, plant the devices,
we'll let you know when they're engaged.
(SCREAMING)
Sweet baby Jesus!
Switch 89. Restocking the sand bags.
He's using the video game to sell drugs!
You're under arrest.
Hey! GTPD, stop!
- (CRYING) - No, no, no, no, no!
Don't cry!
If I can't even babysit,
what am I gonna do if we have our own family?
He who never showers never shines.
You're right. Okay, I'll shower.
- Thanks, sweetie. - Okay.
Prove me wrong. Prove yourselves.
But until then, neither of you are part of the A-Team.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(SIGHS)
- Morning, babe. - Morning.
(SIGHS)
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
Gotta get to work!
So this is my life now?
Aw... (CHUCKLING)
He didn't mean it. Did you, Brixy?
Yeah, this is the third morning in a row
little Brixy's peed on me.
Starting to take it personal, bro.
Catch. Nice!
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, shoot, did you put the, um, teething rings in the...
Freezer? Already done.
Oh, yes, nice!
(EXCLAIMING)
We getting the hang of this, aren't we?
- Yeah, just a little bit. - We in charge, bro.
- (BABY SQUEALING) - (PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh. - (KNOCKING)
(BABY FUSSING)
(WHISPERING): Who is that?
Who's at the door?
Karina!
What are you doing here?
Well, top of the morning to you too.
(GASPS)
Karina...
Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?
Damn, does anybody say "Hi" around here?
Hi!
Okay, okay...
The doctor came by this morning
and gave me a clean bill of health.
Okay, wait... I'm sorry, I'm confused.
Um, I thought you had physical therapy
for at least another week.
I excel at everything, why not rehabilitation?
- (SCOFFS) - Humility becomes you.
Doesn't it? Uh, where's Brix's bag?
- Uh, upstairs, I'll get it. - Thank you. Hi!
Wait, why do you need his bag?
Are you leaving? Like, now?
(BABY FUSSING)
Well, not unless you're making breakfast.
But Karina, what are you talking about?
You didn't call, you didn't send a text.
And we know how much you love a strongly worded
yet concise email.
- Mm. - Come on, man,
we're just getting into a routine.
Look, I am so grateful
that you were there for Brix when I couldn't be.
But we need to get back to our life, Kelly.
And you and Nathan need to do the same.
(SIGHS)
As much as I hate to admit it.
- I know you're right. - I know.
And remember, we're only two hours away
and we will visit all the time.
So...
Come on, give me back my baby, Kel.
Kelly.
Ke... Kel.
Give me back my baby. Give me back my baby!
- What do you... - Come on, man,
give me back my baby.
♪ Baby love, my baby love ♪
♪ I need you, oh how I need you ♪
♪ But all you do is treat me bad ♪
Sam Wazowski.
Looking good.
Thanks. You're here early.
I've been burning the midnight oil
tracking this purple crystal stuff.
You know, I could use your eyes on something.
- Yeah, sure. - Yeah.
- You see... - Oh f...!
- Geez, I'm sorry, my bad. - No, no.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm good.
- I didn't mean to hit you... - Yeah.
...in your head.
(SIGHS)
Good morning!
- What are you doing? - Nothin'.
Alright, people, let's look alive.
Here we go.
What is this?
A pop quiz?
What's an IPR?
I got this. Intellectual Property Rights.
Hey, how do you know that?
Oh, I invented finger stickies, yeah.
I was actually gonna call them finger lickies...
Yeah, no, you know what?
Fascinating, but in this case,
it stands for individual progress report,
emphasis on "individual". These are necessary metrics
I apparently need to support my decision-making around here.
Question, do we get to fill these out ourselves?
Yeah. But it's not an opportunity
to toot your own horns, right? This is a practical form.
Just lays out the case progress, right?
Impact of your bust, number of guns you apprehend,
street value of the drugs, that sort of thing.
Uh, respectfully, Commander,
is this the best use of our time?
If it wasn't, would I be giving them to you,
Detective Sergeant Greene?
Uh... I think it's a great idea.
I think it's a fantastic idea.
Like, such a good idea like the um, you know the...
- The... the finger stickies. - Oh, thank you, Samantha...
- No... - Thank you, Sam. Okay, people.
Come on, let's get busy.
There's been a 30% increase in 911 calls
from university campuses over the past couple of weeks,
students having violent outbursts,
students having seizures,
students walking around so high, they're like zombies.
- Zombies who lick? - What?
It sounds like those purple crystals.
- Yeah. - Yeah, you know what?
There were four kids admitted last night
to St. Mikes.
Nobody knows anything about this drug,
where it's coming from, who's selling it,
so we're really gonna roll up our sleeves here,
this is high priority. Go.
We can talk to Switch,
see if we can figure out where his supplier is.
- Good! - We could head down
to St. Mikes and interview these kids.
- Yes. - Maybe Sam and I
can go to u of t, ask around, get some intel.
- Yeah. - No.
I've got some black-market pistols
I want you to look into. Not much to go on,
just some debriefing notes. Okay everybody,
IPRS due the end of each day, please, and thank you!
Okay, I'm sorry, what does this mean?
You got benched. Again.
(LAUGHING)
Well, I'm not just going to sit by.
(ANGRY MUTTERING)
(KELLY GROWLS)
I have about ten minutes before I have to be
on the front steps for a press conference.
What do you want?
Okay, you need to speak to the Unit Commander.
Yeah, because she keeps putting us
on these random ass cases.
You doing a good job with them?
- Of course we are. - So what's the problem?
That's what we want to know,
'cause it feels like she's targeting us.
Yeah, when we should be targeting this deadly new drug,
but she keeps beaver-damming us.
Boss, maybe we're reading all this wrong,
but just in case, can you talk to her?
- Please? - Okay, I'll feel her out,
but in the meantime, keep your noses down,
- do the work. - Work?
You mean homework. Like, in the form of these IPRS.
- I-P what now? - Exactly.
Oh... I think I know what this is about.
Okay, um...
Gloria and I, we have our firearm requalification
together later today. Ju...
Give me some time, I'll deal with it.
Thank you.
By the way, you look amazing.
Everyone is gonna be saying, "Who is the hottie
on the steps of the Police Station?"
Yep.
I still got it.
So, um...
You and naz looked a little cozy this morning.
- What was that about? - Nothing, it was work.
- We're... work. - Oh, I see,
you were just looking for your next lead
in each other's eyes?
We're, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
...colleagues. We're colleagues and...
I chose Steve, remember? So...
Wow, check this out.
These three black-market pistols
were all picked up in the Grasslands.
That's weird. It was like six months ago,
and I was in uniform, and we conducted a very
successful clean-up initiative in that very neighbourhood.
- Huh... - Wait a second,
look at these guns, they're identical.
- Yeah. - Check out the marks on them.
These are all crosses, which is the signature
for the crosses gang in the Grassland.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Okay, I really think you should rethink
calling that neighbourhood clean-up a success.
Look, just what I thought.
The crosses were all arrested
in a big bust last year.
Wait, so they're all in jail?
- Except for one. - Percival "Trigger" Simmons.
Head of the gang, released early for good behaviour.
About two months ago around the same time
- the first gun was apprehended. - Trigger.
Now that doesn't scream
"illegal firearms dealer" at all.
Let's start making some calls
and see if we can track Trigger down.
(DISTANT GATE BUZZING)
So, how's the Lake Shore treating you, Switch?
Like a king.
- What do you think? - Well, help us help you.
Tell us who your supplier is.
I don't know.
I only sold purple rain the one time, barely a player.
Is that what they're calling it?
That's very interesting.
Because the inventory list on your laptop
suggests you've been bathing in purple rain.
Come on, man! You gotta help me get outta here.
Why are you so eager to get out of here, anyway?
So you can go back to your fantasy life online?
Meanwhile, you're out here hurting real people
with this purple rain garbage.
Like those two who attacked my colleagues in your house.
- Man, you don't know me. - True.
But then there's something you don't know about us.
We found your stash.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Switch, I'm gonna put this in terms
that maybe you'll appreciate...
It's game over.
- (SCOFFS) - Unless...
You're willing to play.
I wasn't lying, I don't know who the supplier is.
I picked up the drugs from a lock box.
I only communicated with them through Battle Bender.
- Which has just been shut down. - Thanks to you.
And you have no idea how the drugs are being sold now?
Nope.
You know who's great at finding drug dealers?
Drug addicts.
Let's go talk to one of those zombies.
Name's Goldy Bouchard
And you're not the first cops
to ever call looking for my grandson.
So what do you want with him this time?
We'd rather speak directly with him.
What about?
With all due respect, I don't think you'd know
anything about this.
Try me.
See the marks on these handles?
These guns have been turning up a lot in the Grasslands lately.
Trigger hasn't been in the Grasslands
since he got out.
Not even to visit me.
He moved to Oakville with his girlfriend, got a job,
the little one on the way...
He's really turned things around this time, finally.
Besides...
Trigger wouldn't go near these shoddy pieces of crap.
What do you know about guns?
I'm a retired gunsmith.
When it comes to guns, I know a lot.
Listen, I think it's great that you think Trigger
has really turned things around. Unfortunately, we have no reason
to feel the same.
Wazowski, looks like we're going to Oakville.
No, no, wait.
Yuppies may be taking over the Grassland,
but I'm part of the foundation.
No one minds much what they say around me.
What if I knew where the guns were being sold?
Then we might not need to go to Oakville.
So Goldy says that whoever's selling the guns
are working out of this Plaza.
We just have to sniff out the dealer.
Finally!
Officers.
Uh, Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Detective Kelly Duff.
Detectives! This is good.
You should be able to help me. Osmund Omiri.
Uh, my uncle left this Plaza to me in his will last year.
Friends call me Oz.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Amiri.
I'm sorry, what, uh, seems to be the problem?
So, this woman emails me about leasing that space.
Says she rented it for years from my uncle
for a summer Church Camp.
So we finalized the seasonal contract over email.
Next thing I know, I'm getting complaints
from other leasers about the noise.
And I'm on the next flight out of San Diego
on day two of comic on.
And what exactly, uh, do you want us to do?
- I need action! - Charge them so I can get out
of this fraudulent agreement.
Yeah, we're not here for petty noise complaints,
Mr. Amiri.
We're looking into real criminal activity
in your Plaza.
Have you seen any guns in your premises?
I've never seen a gun in my life.
Are you telling me I could get shot?
Please, please, calm down.
We're just here to ask you a few questions.
Well, if you're looking for law breakers,
I'd start there. And if I were you,
I would do it soon. I have your names,
I will call your superior Officer person, so...
- Okay. - Wow.
Point taken.
- Wow. - Um, I would rather write
reports for Ballard all day than ever help that guy.
Right?
- So where do you want to start? - Uh...
- Church Camp? - Okay.
But I prefer to go in alone,
let the people warm up to me
before I start asking them about guns,
- know what I'm saying? - I get you.
I got you.
I'll start at the other end of the Plaza.
(UPBEAT REGGAE MUSIC)
Welcome to Preppy Carnival.
I'm the owner, Anne-Marie.
Have you ever been in Caribana before?
No. I've always wanted to though.
(CHUCKLING)
I'm always working that weekend.
Let's change that.
- Mm-hmm! - Where have you been?
(CHUCKLING) Don't fret.
I have the perfect costume for you.
- Yes? Yes! - Yes! Follow me.
So I can go chippin' down the road!
Now the wings are an extra hundred dollars,
but trust me, front line is the only way to go.
You're paying for the experience.
Oh, it's looking real good.
I just wanted you to get a feel.
Oh, I am feeling myself in this.
Alright. Hold on...
Your necklace is just getting in the way.
(TENSE MUSIC)
You're a cop?
(SIGHS)
(DOOR BUZZING)
(POPPING CHEWING GUM)
Wow, you're really good at that.
Gum-cracking.
Oh, I'm good at everything.
(CHUCKLING)
What's this about?
Purple rain,
the stuff we found by your shirt
when you were dancing topless in Trinity Bell Woods.
I mean, hey, that's legal in Ontario!
Not like I remember it, though.
I was riding a real high.
Well, I-I know you guys are cops,
but like, you should try it.
It's not for amateurs.
But when your body gets used to it, wow.
Yeah, that's a great sales pitch.
But people are actually overdosing.
They're dying.
- The amateurs. - Right.
So, now that we've established you're a pro at taking drugs,
maybe you can help us figure out where they're getting 'em from.
Come on, why would I do that?
I mean, you guys got me on what, a dime bag?
It's not my first drug charge.
I guess, what, you'd rather us tail you everywhere you go
to find out who you're buying from? That way?
Good luck.
Switch was my connect.
Not for lack of trying, but purple rain is tough
to come by on a corner.
The people dealing it are outcasts.
Nerds. Gamers.
Nobodies.
And the thing about nobodies,
they aren't on anyone's radar.
They're practically invisible.
Can I go now?
Actually yeah, sure.
Can I get my baggie back? (CHUCKLING)
Not a chance.
So how long have you been open for?
About three months.
It's only a matter of time
before we open a second location.
Especially with Spencer in my corner.
Hi, uh, Detective Wazowski.
Spencer Taylor.
What can I help you with, Detective?
We've just been noticing some guns popping up in the area,
I'm wondering if you've noticed any criminal activity
in and around the Plaza?
(CHUCKLING)
Well, the only crime I've witnessed
is the non-stop noise coming from over there.
- It's bad for business. - Love the culture.
It's just so noisy.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
- (SIGHS) - It was, uh,
nice to meet you, Detective.
- What's his deal? - He's a visionary entrepreneur
with radical ideas.
Like, okay, right now, he's supplying my juice bar
with discarded fruits from his brother's farm
in Central Valley.
(GAGS) Get it?
Junk Juice.
Juice...
- (GAGS) - I get it. So...
I was gonna tell you when I came in,
but then you started talking about the costumes and...
I didn't mean for you to find out like that.
And I'm not here about the music,
although Mr. Amiri did think this was a Church Camp.
That boy is nothing like his uncle.
Rest his soul.
No appreciation for culture.
I said I was running a MAS Camp
where masqueraders come and buy their costumes for MAS,
AKA Carnival, AKA Caribana.
It was a misunderstanding.
I've been running my operation out of this Plaza
from April to August for years.
And this is the first time I'm getting a noise complaint.
(KISSING TEETH)
Did you say you've been open around two months?
(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMING)
Move! Move!
Call an ambulance!
You okay?
I'm shot, what do you think?
- He's okay. - Oh my God, Spencer.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Stop!
(PANTING)
(CROWD MUTTERING ANGRILY)
Move! Move, move!
Hey, hey, Officer, he's in the trunk.
Show me your hands.
The doctor said it was a clean hit.
Straight through and through.
Can't say you're not lucky.
Can't say that I am.
Hey, hey, what are you doing?
Oh, it's evidence.
Do you want to tell us what happened?
One moment I'm upright, heading to my car.
The next, I'm on my ass.
We've gathered as much, but anything else?
Was there anyone around you?
Obviously there was. But I didn't see them.
Okay, um...
Do you know why anyone would target you?
Like, did you have any words with anyone at Junk Juice?
Or anyone else from another business at the Plaza?
Sure, I-I carped about the music
at the Church Camp sometimes but mostly to Oz.
(GRUNTS) Wait, are you...
- Are you victim blaming? - No, what?
We're just trying to establish motive, like gather facts.
- Look, I appreciate it. - I wish I could help you,
but I've told you everything I know.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some rest.
(GROANS)
Okay.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
Ugh, firearm requalification always kind of creeps up on you,
doesn't it? But I'm so glad that I get to do it with you.
In 25 years,
have I ever missed the opportunity
to beat you at anything?
Not everything is a competition, Gloria.
But isn't it so much more fun when it is?
- Oh! - Yes!
- Be my guest. - Thank you.
Oh, you win some, I win some.
(CHUCKLING)
The line is no longer safe.
(BUZZING)
(GUNSHOTS)
Hm, not bad for someone who hasn't been
on the beat for 15 years.
Okay, I'd like to see you do better.
(SNAPS FINGERS)
Oof!
I didn't have lunch.
That's not all you missed.
Four in the black.
(BUZZING)
The line is safe, moving forward to check targets.
Wow.
Look at you doing so well
just soaring above it all.
- Does that bug you? - No, of course not.
Rising tides raise all boats for us gals, remember?
Mm-hmm, so then why are you trying to sink
some of the boats on your team?
What? What the hell are you talking about?
- Sam and Kelly... - Oh, my God.
You keep sending them on scavenger hunts.
Not scavenger hunts.
I have a pile of unsolved cases on my desk,
many of which were there when it was your desk,
I might add. They're doing good work.
Yeah, but it's not the work they should be doing.
Look, I think I know what this is about.
I reinstated Sam and Kelly without consulting you first.
And I know that you're also up for the Superintendent job,
so I get it, I-I get it.
When we were coming up,
we could not make a call without some man stepping in,
telling us how to do our job.
You know what? I'm... I am fine
with you getting the position over me,
I can deal with that,
especially with the way things are now.
I mean, this is your time... I get that.
What I can't deal with
is you using that position to minimize mine.
Just like the guys used to do.
I'm not sure why you're trying to equate our struggles
when it's crystal clear to me
that you haven't forgotten that I'm a black woman.
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh...
This one's mine.
It's my time now.
(LAUGHING)
Oh, Gloria.
You know what?
We could compare resumes all day.
I think we both know
that it would take a lot longer to read mine.
(SIGHS)
Okay, Leandre Sealy, 23.
He moved from Saint Lucia to Canada three years ago...
To study visual arts, is that right?
You became a permanent resident not too long ago?
Unfortunately, it makes things a lot harder for you.
PR status means you're not just looking at time,
but also deportation.
Did you ever see that man?
Yeah, I did... I did see him around the Plaza.
- Have you ever spoken to him? - (SCOFFS)
No, that man seems like an idiot.
- Is that why you shot him? - Eh, eh?
So what, do you just go around shooting idiots?
Listen, I'm not the one that fled the scene of a crime.
And I doesn't walk around with a gun, Officer.
Okay. Okay.
We're just trying to figure out what happened.
What were you doing back there anyway?
I was organizing MAS Camp supplies.
I take a break from it to go and pee.
Did you see anything?
As I'm fixing my pants, I hear that idiot on the phone.
Next thing you know, I hear a bang.
So like any normal person, I go and duck behind a car.
Why did you run?
You know, I may have only been here a few years,
but it didn't take me long to see how you Officers
look at me.
Guilty until proven innocent.
That true, Officers?
I ain't saying another word until my lawyer reach there.
You think he's telling the truth?
I don't know.
I can't figure out his motive.
And for someone in the hot seat, he's playing it really cool.
Agreed. (SIGHS)
But there's one way to be sure.
We follow the evidence. We have the bullet.
- Gotta find the gun. - The team's searching right now.
Hm.
So let's retrace his steps.
Did you get anything out of that chat with Lynn?
Ugh, not really, no.
Except, we need to think like a nerd
to figure out where we should be looking.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHASE): My Lord, you have left me no choice
for your disgrace of the King, I will maim you with my Lance.
(WATTS): Thine chivalry knows no boundaries.
What the hell are they talking about?
That, my friend, is nerd speak.
(CHASE): I want your blood, Sir Watts.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Ah! No!
(SHOUTING)
(CHOKING)
You guys, uh...
Having some fun with your food there?
- Just clowning around. - Yeah.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Uh, how'd it go at the hospital?
Did you find out anything?
Not much, no,
although whoever's dealing to those kids
is smarter than Switch.
Students did find their drugs through Battle Bender
until it got shut down,
but they didn't meet up to pay.
Instead, they e-transferred money
through to weird email addresses.
And get this, contact less pick-ups.
Nobody seems to know who they're buying from.
Yeah, and they say post-secondary education
is a scam. (CHUCKLES)
Cool, cool.
Well, we just wanted to, um...
Pick your brain about something.
Same, we actually wanted
to ask you guys for some advice
because most of these kids seem to be dorks like you.
Yeah.
- Excuse me? - You know,
do-gooders, brown-nosers,
bootlickers, cow towers, suck-ups.
- Yeah, the opposite of us. - More in line with... dorks.
Dorks.
You think we're dorks?
- Mm... yeah. - Yeah.
- (SCOFFS) - What?
Who here is a larper?
My point exactly.
No, no, that's my point exactly.
You seriously think we're the bigger nerds here?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yes! Of course!
Just looking at you. Obviously, yeah.
Absolutely. You're so serious.
- Yeah. - You never laugh.
We make jokes.
Yeah, dorky jokes!
Pfft! You think you can do any better?
- Time for a joke-off. - Yeah, lay one on us, dorks.
You think you can make us laugh? 'Cause I bet you can't.
- Ain't gonna happen, watch. - Oh, God...
- Alright, geeks! - No, no, don't, please.
- Knock, knock. - (BOTH): Who's there?
Okay, stop.
Please, a riveting debate
that could go on endlessly, I'm sure,
but I have some news about that woman you two interviewed
a couple of hours ago.
Lynn. We didn't get very much workable intel,
but we're working on putting something together...
She was just found dead.
She overdosed on those purple crystals.
So...
How about we just accept that we're all nerds,
equal but different, and figure out
where this stuff is coming from?
Alright?
Commander.
If it's becoming that serious, maybe we should...
Let Sam and Kelly join us on this investigation.
We need 'em.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, Kelly!
I mean, Detective.
She's good, let her through.
What?
A white boy takes a bullet behind my MAS Camp
and I have to shut down?
I can understand your frustration,
but Leeandre fled the scene through here,
we have to search it.
The only way this MAS Camp functions
is with the help of volunteers like Leeandre,
who's been helping me with my supplies
since he came to Canada. He ain't no criminal!
- Just because he's a black man... - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You don't think I get that?
Look, if he's innocent, the evidence should prove it.
But I cannot afford to stop production
for your investigation.
I need to grab a few things.
(SIGHS)
Anne-Marie, I just gotta check that before you take it out.
Why, the other Officers
already tore my supply space apart.
Please, don't make this difficult.
It will just take a few seconds.
(SIGHS)
Thank you.
See? Nothing except a few costume supplies and so.
Sam.
(SCOFFS)
Is that an actual gun?
Was that in your Church Camp?
I swear, that was not here this afternoon.
(SIGHS) Ask the other Officers.
Check out the cross on the grip.
This came from our dealer.
Yup. (SIGHS)
Can I have a word?
You'll probably need several.
(SIGHS)
Superintendent is my dream job.
And what I said yesterday was...
A band-aid for a bruised ego.
Anyone looking at the evidence
can see the most qualified cop got the job.
I was wrong.
And I'm sorry.
Thank you for owning that.
And it's not all you,
I undermined your position when I reinstated Sam and Kelly.
It was unfair and this is me officially backing off.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
And Gloria...
If you mess up, I am the one
who has to wear it in front of the cameras.
So don't make this hottie look bad.
(SCOFFS)
Mm.
Just looking at this ballistics report
for the MAS Camp gun.
- Mm-hmm. - Larry tested it,
almost shot his foot off.
Says it's got a faulty Trigger pull,
under one pound, highly sensitive.
Sounds like a typical Saturday night special to me.
Available, cheap, and unreliable.
It's right here in black and white.
This was the gun to shoot Spencer.
I mean, partial prints, but too small for any hits.
Okay, what do we know, what do we know?
Uh, we know that...
Spencer was shot with the same type of gun that's been
showing up in the Grasslands for the past two months.
Within that time frame, MAS Camp opens up,
Leeandre volunteers there ordering supplies.
And the gun was found in a supply box.
So maybe Leeandre was using the supply orders
to import the guns. I mean,
Anne-Marie did say majority of the materials
came from South of the border.
You know, and he did live there for a while,
so he'd know about the crosses. Maybe he was branding the gun
strategically, but kel, I don't know.
I mean, come on, what's his motive for shooting Spencer?
- (SIGHS) - Larry says
it's a defective gun.
Maybe Leeandre set it off by accident?
Anne-Marie was so sure he was innocent, though.
(CHUCKLES)
Maybe Anne-Marie was right.
- What? - Come on!
I'm gonna tell you on the way.
(SIGHS, GROANS)
Follow me!
Like I said, I didn't see the shooter.
- (SIGHS) - You know, your story
remains consistent, I'll give you that.
But... there's one hole in it.
(CHUCKLING) Literally one hole in it.
You mind explaining why there's no hole
in the front of your blazer?
- See, there's one there. - Mm-hmm.
But not one there, now why is that?
The shooter got me from behind?
(BOTH): Oh.
Really?
- Mm. - Yes. Okay.
You see, the thing is, that...
Is not really how that would work.
Either the shooter's close enough to aim the gun
into the jacket,
or you were carrying the gun inside the jacket
and you shot yourself.
(LAUGHING)
- You think I shot myself? - Mm-hmm.
Connect those dots.
Wait, oh, you can't, because it's absurd.
I actually think it's forensics, hm?
Check out those powder burns.
Now, my theory is...
When I asked you about the guns, I spooked you,
so you decided to leave with the gun you had on you
and you pulled that faulty trigger by mistake.
So what...
You're gonna charge me with possession
of one barely functioning gun?
Oh no, see you're not just connected to one gun.
We have three identical firearms
that were used in very serious crimes.
And you, my friend,
you own a food-importing business,
which is a really convenient way
- to smuggle guns across the border. - Oh yeah, yeah.
See those dots connecting?
You know, I gotta say, burning those guns
with a known Grasslands gang insignia,
- ugh, that was really clever. - Oh, my God.
You're truly a brilliant entrepreneur, really.
Yeah, yeah. So you know, the smartest thing
you can do right now is cooperate
and tell us where the rest of the guns are,
and maybe we'll discuss a deal.
(BELLS ON DOOR CHIMING)
Welcome to Junk Juice B...
It's over, ash.
Listen, we know about the gun stash
and you helping Spencer sell them.
So come on, just give us the guns.
You don't understand, I was just trying to bring
sustainable options to the masses.
- Okay. - Ah!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Freeze!
We know you planted that gun
and set up an innocent black man to take the fall.
I panicked!
Now turn around!
Turn around! Slowly.
Ash, you are under arrest...
(GRUNTS)
Like I said...
You're under arrest. Move!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
This... this whole thing, it's unbelievable.
Which part?
Your presumed innocence of the young white entrepreneurs
who sell garbage in a cup?
Or your blatant prejudice towards a Caribbean community
just trying to celebrate their culture?
I get it, I was wrong. I'm embarrassed.
What can I do?
Discuss reparations in the form
of a revised lease rate.
In this market? That's...
I'm not that embarrassed.
I am sorry.
And, uh, I'll shut up about the noise.
Your hands are not clean either.
I told you Leeandre was innocent
and that the MAS Camp had nothing to do
- with any of this. - And the evidence proved that.
He's being released right now.
(SIGHS)
Hey.
We got two dozen illegal guns out of the Grasslands.
- You were a great cop today. - Thanks.
You too.
Just doesn't feel that way.
Hey, happy with your IPR?
If this doesn't get us back into purple rain,
- I'll start my own juice empire. - (CHUCKLING)
Night.
Enjoy that bath.
You too.
(SIGHS)
Oh, hi, Commander, I was just about to submit my IPR.
Duff, I just got commendations from upstairs
on that impressive gun bust in the Grasslands.
Care to pass them on?
I just did.
You know, I was wondering...
Why you don't want us in here, me and Sam.
I think it's because you wanted your own team,
your own people, and we were forced on you.
But I promise you, we're good.
And we're gonna make you look good.
Because honestly...
(SIGHS)
...we really care.
But don't take my word for it.
Look at the evidence.
Kelly.
Noted.
Thanks.
(SOFT MUSIC)
- Hey. - Hey.
Something smells good.
Yeah, I showered. Finally. (CHUCKLING)
Well, you know what, I guess there's an upside
to being jobless. I mean, you're home all the time.
Oh, yeah. Well, to be fair,
I still cooked when I was working.
- Yeah. But you smell better. - Exactly.
And I wasn't the same financial burden.
Stop.
- Here, try this. - Okay.
- Oh, wow. - Right?
Yeah, that's really good.
I'm just gonna say this, um...
Lately, I can feel... you pulling away.
What do you mean?
Ever since I took a leave of work...
You've been distant.
Oh, no, no, no, I'm sorry.
It's not work, it's...
I don't know.
Steve, last year was a really big year.
Like, Elliot left...
I got demoted, that sucked.
Then Kelly was gone and you were there.
You're amazing.
You're like this rock. And then you introduced me
to Ro, and that was, it was perfect.
So what's changed?
I don't know.
Nothing? I don't know, maybe...
Something? It's just, do you ever feel
like maybe it could be just...
Did you move in... did we do this too soon?
Even if we did, that doesn't mean it's wrong.
Things are still settling.
You said when you needed me, I was your rock.
You might not always need a rock every second of the day.
And when you don't need a rock,
a rock can be pretty boring, yeah?
(CHUCKLES)
Life is hard, Sam.
Maybe knowing the rock is here...
Can be a good thing.
It's a good thing.
It's a great thing.
I just don't feel like...
I'm that good of a rock for you.
Baby, I don't need a rock.
I need a wedge.
- (LAUGHING) - Something that can get
this rock to roll.
(SNORTING)
Was that good or was that cheesy?
I feel like it was good.
It was cheesy good, it was pretty...
- You were good, cheesy good. - Alright, well this cheesy rock
is thinking about going back to work tomorrow.
- What? - How's that sound? Yeah.
- Really? - Back to work.
I'm so proud of you.
- Oh, you smell that? - Yeah.
It's a... it's like a celery smoothie on my...
- Oh... - But I didn't...
- It was poured onto the... - Right.
- But I should probably... - Yeah, sure.
- Gonna... - Yeah.
It didn't come from them, it was poured on...
- I'm gonna change. - Okay, cool.
I'll get the stuff on the table.
Second night without Brix.
Hm.
How you feeling?
I really do miss him, you know?
We were starting to get into a groove there for a minute.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, we were.
I'm gonna tell you what, though.
Last night's sleep, best ever.
Mm... (CHUCKLING)
Hm?
Hm...
It did get me thinking, though.
You know, me being gone for eight months
and with Brix around...
You and I never really got a chance to talk about us.
Well, let's make up for it now.
We can play a game of 21 questions.
No limits.
I'll even let you go first.
Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret this later?
(CHUCKLING)
Okay. Ooh.
Have you ever had your heart broken?
No.
- Oh. - Except by you.
Oh.
It's my turn.
Move in with me.
Question Mark.
Are you playing?
You know I was always planning on buying my own place.
I know. But you said it yourself,
we got a good thing going, let's keep it going.
And then, if and when we're ready,
we can go in on a bigger place together.
Hm.
I'm intrigued.
I'm intriguing.
- Yeah. - (KNOCKING)
Oh, my God,
that's probably Karina coming back already.
See. I tried to tell her it was too soon
to be going back to work.
- Okay. - Nathan!
Oh, Tueli!
- Oh, Tueli. - Hi.
Oh, hi, yeah. I'm his step-daughter.
- Step-daughter? - Well, uh, rewind on that...
Tueli, her mother and I lived together for seven years,
but it was more of a big brother situation.
Child has a mind of her own.
Never listened to me.
- Tueli, this is Kelly. - Hey, Kelly.
Nathan told me if I ever needed anything I could come over.
So, pipe burst in my residence room.
(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Can I stay for a few days?
Is that cool?
You said you had a big loft by yourself.
Yes, I did say that, but Kelly...
Kelly doesn't mind.
What you gonna do, leave a university student
to sleep on a park bench?
- No. No. - Of course you can stay.
- Mm-hmm. - Give me your bag!
- Let me show you your room. - Thank you.
- It's heavy. - I got it.
You got it?
- Yeah. - Okay.
(CHUCKLING)
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