All language subtitles for Pretty Hard Cases 2x05 - Rubber Lining (English)

We got a 10-33 in Marshall
court, shots fired,

officer down. I need an ambulance now!

I think I know where the gun is.

No serial, untraceable.

Perfect thing to use if
you want to kill a cop.

Hey! What are you doing?!

You're a liar! You said you
wouldn't tell! I didn't do anything!

His fingerprints were all over the gun,

and now, maybe Sergeant
Beauchamps can get some justice?

Listen, this kid didn't do it.

Good, prove it.

That was like old times.

- You are not working with Len.
- I can work with Len.

Have you forgotten how
much he messed you up?

Sam was right to call me.

Friends respect boundaries.

I'm gonna go home.

'Cause at least I've got
a family to go home to.

No wonder you need a vision
board to connect with people.

Their drug runner's mother
is Deputy Mayor Marley Briggs?

Your daughter is smuggling
drugs for the Pandilla Quince.

- She stays in our custody.
- She is not a criminal.

- You have to let her go.
- They will kill me.

Who will? The Sons of
Jupiter? The Pandilla Quince?

All of them. The coyotes.

I've got something in the works.

What?

You got another man I should know about?

Dozens.

It's three o'clock!

And you didn't tell anyone
that you were moving him?

Nobody. I don't know what happened.

Adam must've tipped someone off.

- Oh, sorry.
- My bad.

- Sorry, go, uh...
- Uh, I just wanted to say...

Please.

I just wanted to say that I
think it's really important

- that we talk about...
- Wazowski...

This is not the time to discuss
our personal stuff, okay?

This debrief is about to start.

I'm really glad to hear you say that.

- I agree.
- You agree?

I do. We need to focus.

We can't let Michaels
beaver-dam us out of this case,

especially now that
Adam Gentle got killed.

Right? I mean, clearly,

this is the coyotes that
Adam was talking about,

and if they're behind his shooting,

then they probably could be behind...

Gabrielle's shooting,
and if we can prove that,

then we can prove that...

... Richie Clarke is innocent.

Huh. So, we are on the same page.

- After you.
- No, no, go ahead.

I wouldn't dream of it.

As we all now know,

Adam Gentle was murdered
last night in our custody.

Survived by one very hairless dog.

An embezzler's best friend.

We know Adam Gentle laundered money

for a number of different
criminal enterprises.

And we're narrowing in on the mob.

The last call Adam made before
his arrest: Niccolo Carbone.

Excuse me, sir. We have reason to
believe it isn't just the mafia.

- Uh, not following.
- Before he was killed, sir,

Adam implied that there
was a new alliance.

Yeah, so the mafia, bikers,

and Pandilla Quince out of
Mexico, and who knows who else.

He called them the coyotes, sir.

This was obviously a mafia execution.

No, it was a real thing, they
have their own hand signal.

Look at this. That's a coyote.

- What's that?
- It's got the ears,

and that could be the... ah!
Like the jaws of it, so...

If we could just look
into this new syndicate...

This sounds more like
a conspiracy theory,

unless I missed something.
Do you have anything concrete?

Not like concrete, but more
like mushy granite. We have...

Okay, let's leave this to homicide,

they'll be taking over
Adam's case from here.

And as your new unit commander,

I'll remind you to stay out of their way

- and offer your full cooperation.
- Which is it?

Stay out of their way
or fully cooperate?

Whichever they need.

Well, that didn't work.

Shanks would not have dismissed
our theory about Adam's ambush.

Mm-mm.

Ugh, can you believe that guy?

I bet her seat is still warm.

"Do you have anything concrete?"

- Michaels is right.
- Excuse me?

Listen, we need something concrete,

prove that the coyotes are real,

figure out who the other players are.

Adam can't be the only weak link.

But figuring out this coyote alliance

could take weeks, months.

There's gotta be something
else in Richie's file.

Duff, we have read that
file like 100 times,

there is nothing in
there! There's nothing.

Look, all you have is the word "coyote".

- There's nothing there either.
- Really?

'Cause words are things.
You wanna know who said that?

- Maya Angelou.
- Are you serious...

Coyote is the closest thing we have

to a suspect in Gabrielle's shooting.

Even if it takes us a little
bit longer to get there,

that thing is the best shot
we have at clearing Richie.

Well, that thing might as
well be a half-court shot.

Well, I guess you better do your thing.

And you'll do yours.

Just...

Okay.

Kelly.

- Let me help you with that.
- No, I got it.

Wait a minute...

Really?

Now I'm starting to forget
why I ever liked you.

Hey, hey, hey. I'm trying
to respect your space.

I don't know how you're
feeling after last night.

Oh, looks like it's a little too late

for you to be worried
about being in my space.

Well, fine by me.

I'll be right over once I'm
done debriefing your homicide.

Oh, oh, no, wait. Actually,
you're right, um...

Maybe it's a good idea
that we keep our distance.

Last thing I need is
Wazowski seeing us together.

Ahh... that explains the stress face.

I do not have stress face.

But if I did, it's not about Wazowski.

- Mmm.
- Look...

I've been over Richie Clarke's
files a dozen times, and...

I've got nothing.

When it feels like you got
nothing, start at the beginning.

Something my sponsor used to
say when I started getting clean.

Pretty sure he got it from a meme.

"Mr. Clarke has not
been able to provide... "

"... a solid alibi."

I knew I liked you for a reason.

Thank you.

Th-that's...

Oh my gosh.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm just great.

I'm really good, it's just
that oatmeal raisin cookies

that look like chocolate chip cookies

are the reason that I have trust issues.

Do I have anything on
my... am I... that good?

- No, you're good.
- Okay, great.

Are you ready to hear
my crazy coyote theory?

- Oh yeah, I am indeed.
- Okay, good,

because I have been doing some
digging since the debrief this morning,

and bam! Okay, wow, I
don't mean "bam" like a gun,

because that's too soon.
I'm just gonna put that away.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Gentle, apologies.

Yeah, sure. Wait, where's Kelly?

Isn't she working this with you?

She's working on a different lead.

- Okay.
- Okay. So...

So, what are we looking at, here?

Um, okay...

We are looking at a mosaic
of miscellaneous malefactors.

- Say that five times fast.
- Sure, okay.

No, stop. Okay... we've got
Airplane Antonio, pink cocaine.

Marc Tremblay of the Sons of
Jupiter, also pink cocaine.

Marc Tremblay and new wave
mafioso Niccolo Carbone

shared Adam as accountant,
so I'm betting that Niccolo

was also dealing, what? Pink cocaine.

- Yes!
- I... okay, maybe.

It doesn't make them an alliance.

They could all have been
buying separately from Mexico.

Yeah, but remember what Adam said?

He said there's coyotes
members everywhere.

Okay, I want you to check
this out, look at this.

This is text messages
that he sent to Marc,

note the emoji on the bottom,
and this is text messages

that he sent to Niccolo.
Look at that! Look at that!

What's on the bottom?
Let me hear you say it!

Oh, it's the same emoji! Yes!

Okay, so this emoji is this alliance's
version of an email signature?

Ding, ding, ding, ding! Yes!

Yes, you're smelling what I'm cooking!

Look, it is the same
emoji as the hand gesture.

- Do they touch it, or...
- Ow. That hurt my...

- Sorry, you okay?
- Yeah, they shouldn't bite.

Okay, so if this is an alliance,

and if this is their signature,

Sam, this could identify
every player in their network.

Okay.

Hey, Richie. I brought
you something. Boom.

Remember when we used to play horse?

We bet a bag of these every time,

and somehow, you always
ended up going home with them,

even when you lost.

Look, how you holding up, huh?

Any problems... on the range?

Question.

You ever seen either
one of these guys before?

Okay, how about the
coyotes? Ever heard of them?

It's some new gang alliance.

- Is it my turn?
- Yeah.

- Are you dumb?
- Well, that's debatable. Why?

You're the reason I'm in here.

And now, you're trying
to get me to snitch

on some randoms I've
never seen, to help you.

Richie, I'm trying to help you.

Okay, look, you know what?

Forget about those guys.

Listen, where were you
the night of the shooting?

Your file says you don't have an alibi,

but you had to be somewhere.

You know, when you first walked
into the community centre...

... you talked a big game
about building bridges

between Marshall Court and the cops.

Me, Dane, everybody, we just laughed.

We thought you were crazy.

And then you started
coaching the ball team.

I don't know, for some reason...

... for a second, I
thought I could trust you.

You can trust me.

And Richie, listen, you have to.

'Cause if you don't talk to me,

you're gonna spend the next
ten years in a jail cell

for a crime that we both
know you didn't commit.

So now, I'm just
supposed to trust you...

Because you say I can?

I did.

Look where that got me.

Hey! You!

Visit's over.

- Wait, wait, go easy, please.
- Let's go.

Richie, I'm gonna get
you out of here, okay?

Buddy!

Okay, Bingo Ramirez, known
associate of the Uptown Killerz,

used the same emoji to end off a
text thread with Adam on May 5th.

Looks like I'm in the lead.

No, you're not, you're not. Stop, wait.

I just... I found
something in Adam's file.

Okay, can you look up
Will French, please?

Why do I know that name?

Oh-la-la! Look at
that. Will French, ah...

I wonder what else he will do.
Do you hear what I did with...

- Very cute.
- Yeah.

That is right, he is that
park bench real estate agent.

He didn't just sell the
properties, he flips them.

And it looks like he is having
an open house today... in Mimico!

So, why's this guy
using the coyote emoji?

Hmm, don't know.

Home purchases, renovation costs...

Maybe he's a surrogate?

Maybe squeaky clean will
is buying and selling

properties for the coyotes to
clean their dirty, dirty money.

What won't will do? Again,
I did the... did you see?

- Yes, very clever.
- Why don't we look into him

and see if we can find something on him?

Check out his properties,
see if he's involved.

- Okay.
- Okay, what are we thinking here?

Like, an intel gathering op? A bump?

Oh, are we talking about UC?

Maybe we should wait for
Duff, you know, the Nicholson.

No! We should go with
Scarborough STU! He's got this!

Besides, Bingo put me
in the lead, all right?

I found the most coyote affiliates.

I don't think that you did!
Did you look at my list?

- I don't remember you going...
- My list was huge!

Actually... I did.

- Wow.
- He's in the lead.

- That's a lot.
- Nineteen.

And Bingo was his name-o.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Where is everybody?

I think Barb took the
kids out for ice cream.

Okay. So, do you want to go out and eat,

or you're just gonna lie around
moping about purse boy all day?

I'm not moping, I'm broke as a joke.

And plus, Barbara said she was gonna

make her secret pasta
sauce later tonight.

No. The secret is barbeque
sauce, you'd rather starve.

- Trust me.
- Okay.

But luckily, you don't have to. Money!

Man, how did you get that?!

Probably the same way
you got your savings

- to pay for your mom's lawyer.
- Okay.

I know hustlers. Dude, I am one.

You are not! You are smart,
you are an honour student!

Yeah, well, honour roll
doesn't pay the bills.

I'm on my own in two months.

Hey, it's fine.

It's just until I save
enough for rent and school.

All right, well, what's the hustle?

Pretty easy, actually.

This guy I know, Tobin, he
just gets me to move stuff like,

pick up and deliver stuff.

- Deliver what?
- I don't know what's inside.

Hey, Tobin said not to open that.

Well, I think, personally,

that Tobin should try
using reverse psychology.

Jackie, Jackie, don't!

Huh.

I picked it up, and I brought...

I brought it straight here.

Where's whatever's
supposed to be inside?

Oh, man, I think Tobin got played.

What are you gonna do now, hustler?

Drop off tomorrow.

It's fine! Tobin knows I
would never rip him off.

I'm gonna handle it.

I'm gonna handle it.

Listen, I'm here 'cause
I want to help Richie,

and I know you can help.

I know you can help us
if you just trust me.

- Nah.
- Dane, Dane.

Listen, Richie is not doing well.

If you saw something the night
of that shooting, you can tell me.

Please! Please.

- Are you dumb?
- Apparently, yes!

I'm still asking.

You ever heard of a
gang called the coyotes?

Yo, why you riding me?

Think I want to end up like Richie?

Da...

Hey, Crystal, thanks for meeting me.

- What's this about?
- I need your help...

... with Richie.

He won't talk to me!

Come on.

We're friends! At least we used to be!

Look, we both want the same thing here.

Don't. Don't try to make us the same.

I work with these kids every day.

I do anything for any one of these kids.

Oh yeah?

'Cause if you were really
looking out for these kids,

you wouldn't be hanging out with
Keegan if you knew what he did!

I do know! He told me!

After you came back around,

he knew it'd only be a matter
of time before I found out.

- Okay.
- Keegan's out of the picture.

And yeah, he made a terrible mistake.

But at least he never
stopped showing up.

After Keegan and I fell out,

I started avoiding everything
that we did together.

Poker night, food truck...

Even our work here.

And that was wrong,
Crystal, I know that.

Crystal.

I am sorry.

You know, I miss this place.

Richie, Dane, the others,

I mean, they used to
practically live in there.

Yeah. The city shut it down
about a month after you left.

The kids were so crushed when we
had to cancel the basketball program.

It's too bad.

- It was a good team.
- Mmm.

- Mad skills, mad skills.
- Oh, my God...

We got mad skills...

? We stay undefeated
because we do our drills ?

? If you try to play us
you better have a will ?

? Mad skills, mad skills
we got mad skills ?

Look...

I made a few calls about this place.

There's somebody I want you to meet.

Testing, testing. Red
leather, yellow leather.

- Red leather, yellow leather.
- Coming in loud and clear.

Okay, remember, just be
yourself, lean into what's real.

Three years of improv I
took in the city. I got this.

Eyes on the target.

Hello!

Okay, Nathan, show me
what you got. Move in.

You must be Will French.

Seen your face on a
few bus stops lately.

I know, it's horrifying.
I hate myself, but...

- Business is business.
- Hey!

Everybody's gotta have a gimmick, right?

Absolutely.

You know what mine is?

Total discretion.

That's a great suit.

Plastic surgeon, comes
with the territory.

I could have given you
a nose job yesterday.

Never let on.

That is good to know.

But... what about genioplasty?

Not saying I'm thinking about it,

except maybe I'm thinking about it.

Yes, and...

Okay, that's a signal.
Our boy needs backup.

Okay, just wait, no... I
need to focus. Genioplasty.

Hang in there, Dr. Griffon.

Pretty sure I don't need my knees done.

Okay, but my approach is holistic.

Chin implants!

Chin, chin, chin implants!

It's a chin implant used
to achieve facial harmony!

What the hell is facial harmony?

Listen, I'd love to take your money,

but I have to say, your
chin is pretty solid.

If you came here looking for a deal...

... you just might find one.

- Is that a birthmark?
- What's your name?

- Charlie Griffon.
- Charlie Griffon.

- I just might call you Doc.
- Suits me fine.

Let me show you the house.

Let's go, Dr. Griffon!

That's my boy right there. Sorry.

Thank you so much,
Ms. Briggs, for coming.

Detective Duff...

It's nice to put a face to the voice,

and a rather persuasive voice at that.

I would like for you
to meet Crystal Smith,

former director of programming
and community services

here at the centre.

It's nice to meet you, Ms. Smith.

I'm glad you made the
time, deputy mayor.

Well, Detective Duff
here was very convincing.

So... this is the place that's
going to save my reputation?

Yeah, this is it.

It's not exactly as I imagined, but...

I'm here now, so let's hear the pitch.

Do you know where you're
standing, Deputy Mayor?

It's Marshall Court.

One of the city's most
publicized neighbourhoods

when it comes to gun
violence... and drug abuse.

But there is so much
more to this community.

With over 50 ethnicities
reported on our local census,

it's one of the most diverse communities

and voter demographics in the city.

We look out for each other,

and we take notice when
people look out for us too.

A little help from city
hall could go a long way.

It'll help shift the focus
of the press in your favour

since Lorraine's arrest.

Your daughter may have
been a part of the problem,

but you could be part of the solution.

Fine.

Show me.

Right this way.

- It's a great house.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm just not sold on the neighbourhood.

It's pretty dull.

Do you have any listings anywhere else?

Forrest Hill, uh...

Lawrence Park North, Bridal Path.

I've got an all-glass place out
on The Bluffs. I mean, you...

This guy's got places all over the city.

Yeah, tell me about it. He
even has a place up north.

You know what? Will has
mentioned every place

in the GTA except for one.

Nathan, ask him about Port Credit.

And Bridal Path, I mean,

you're living on the
same street with Drake.

What about Port Credit?

Further west. Anything over there?

Easy, Dr. Griffon...

Come on, come on, come on,
Nathan, lean into what's real.

Why Port Credit?

It's... just my dad.

He's 64.

Still works over at the
Ford plant near Burlington.

Used to drive me through that area...

After work, as a kid.

We'd pick out our favourite houses,

talk about med school.

Dream big, you know.

I guess I've always wanted something

in that area ever since.

I know you.

You're a dreamer.

And I know that feeling.

That's a $215 pocket square.
These are $1,800 shoes.

And if you saw where I grew up...

Look, I haven't moved my
business that far west yet.

But if I come across something,

I'm gonna holler at you, Doc.

Do I got your number?

You can certainly have it.

All right, let me grab
you a card. All right?

Thank you.

This just doesn't make sense.

This title list from the
land registry is up to date.

I mean, it says right here,

he owns 2621 Stadner
Street, in Port Credit.

Yeah, it's not listed
on his site either.

So, what's will hiding in Port Credit?

- Deputy Mayor, but...
- It's perfect.

I'll support the funding.

I'll run it through my emergency fund

and I'll have workers here
as early as next month.

Thank you, Ms. Briggs.

I'll have my publicist, Patty

give you a call to set up a photo-op.

Monday, okay? You can
round up a few kids.

Actually, one last thing.

We want to rename the centre.

It's named after a former slave owner,

and the city turned down
our last petition. So...

I think that's a fantastic idea.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay!

We were thinking the Donald
Moore Recreation Centre.

- Or Chantal Dunn...
- Yeah.

Maybe Jean Augustine?

The Briggs Legacy Centre
has a really nice ring to it,

don't you think?

Float it by your
people, see how it fares.

- Thank you.
- Detective, pleasure.

Ms. Smith, I'll be in touch.

Sure will.

- Thank you so much.
- Hmm!

The Briggs Legacy Centre?

That's better than no
community centre. Okay?

Point taken.

Yeah, okay, listen.

You were good, okay?

Dr. Griffon, great.

But I mean, he's no
Scarborough STU, fam!

I'll bet you a roti and a patty.

How about that? Yeah!

Anyway, I should go. Okay, peace.

Nathan's got eyes on will still.

At least someone's
got eyes on something,

'cause this property is vacant.

Nada, nista, nic, niets, nimic.

Intet... That's Hungarian.
No, is that Swedish?

- I don't know. Rien. That's...
- French.

- Yes. Great.
- Yeah. Yeah, that's good.

Well, listen, good news
is that if it is vacant,

we can get in there to check
it out without a warrant.

Better news is surrogates
sometimes buy houses

for underground
criminals to hide out in.

So, if will is a coyote surrogate

and he's lying about owning a house...

This could be a coyote hideout.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, I got you something.

No oatmeal, no raisins.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Um...

Could I ask you a question?

I just like, noticed
that you and Nathan like,

have gotten close these past few months.

I'm just wondering, it's
no big deal, but like,

do you guys ever, just
a thought, go from...

Like, bromance to no-mance?

Wow, uh...

You know, come to think of it...

No.

- No. Of course.
- Doesn't happen.

Yeah. What's the...

Like, if you had a secret, what would...

What would that be
like to your bro-bond?

What do you guys...

Is it like, do you go to a hot tub?

'Cause they're nice. Or hot
yoga, that's a good thing

to do together. Could probably do that.

Or maybe hot tub yoga,
'cause that's a really

wonderful thing to try.

What is it? That's not a thing.

- It's a real thing.
- I don't think so.

It's a really excellent thing.

No, listen...

Truth is, we show up at work,

we have each other's back,
and we get the job done.

Yeah, of course, you keep it "profesh".

Like, no axe throwing... no sleepovers.

Why would we ever do that?
So that's... that's great.

- Right.
- Good.

Is this really about me and Nathan?

Oh.

Oh, my God.

What's he doing?

Is he fumigating?

I don't know, but we
gotta get in that house.

I mean, is it safe?

I've got just the thing.

I wasn't even out there
when that cop got shot.

I still need more than that, Richie.

Look, even if you don't
trust me after today,

you trust Crystal, right?

- So where were you?
- I was at the community centre.

With who?

By myself.

Really?

Okay, believe what you want.

It doesn't matter. I can't prove it.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I believe you.

I believe you. Okay?

What were you doing there by yourself?

I was shooting around.

Poor choice of words.

Just saying.

You still trash at horse, though?

Okay.

Okay, trash is an overstatement.
I'm better than you.

I still got mad skills

- even at my age. Okay?
- Right, right.

I was gonna...

Try out for the ball team
when I got to college.

I guess it's not happening now.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey,
look at me. Look at me.

We're getting you out of here, okay?

We're gonna get you cleared.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Um...

I was at the community centre today.

I thought only Crystal
had keys to get in?

- So how did you?
- My grandfather used to be the custodian.

I still have his keys.

Did you ask him for the keys
the night of the shooting?

Maybe... he's your alibi.

No. You think I haven't thought of that?

He left his keys behind

when he moved to a nursing home.

So...

What now?

Are we gonna talk about
the fact that you just

- had these on hand?
- No thank you.

GTPD! We're coming in!

Upstairs is clear.

Yeah, down here too.

- What's back there?
- Ah, it's just an empty pantry.

Yeah, it's a pantry, but
with another door inside.

I know. I checked it
already. It's locked.

I figured it connects to the garage.

I was gonna check on our way out.

I don't... I don't think it's locked,

I think it's just stuck.
You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna start back here, yeah.

I'll give myself like a
running start, like that.

Then, I'm gonna come at
it, I'm gonna be like "bam"

and I'm gonna kick it like...

Ya!

What?

You're just really cute.

It's funny, I have never
been more attracted to you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Is it the whole full-body condom suit

- that's doing it for you?
- It definitely is.

- Protection's like, super hot.
- It is, right?

- Ah!
- Sam!

I'm okay. Oh, God.

Jeez.

Come on.

Ah. I guess it wasn't
just an empty pantry.

I know a lot of this stuff.

That's a separatory funnel,

that's a rovotap vacuum,

these are TLC plates. I can keep going.

Okay. Acetone. This,
ladies and gentlemen,

and our non-binary friends,
was indeed a drug lab.

Was?

Well, yeah. I mean,

the tools are all here.
But there's no drugs.

And the acetone was probably
used to clean it all up.

- Find anything?
- Uh, I don't know,

just like, a bunch of
really ugly lady suitcases

obviously designed by men, but...

I don't know, do you think...

They were used to transport drugs?

It's possible.

Maybe the lab can tell us.

Yeah, we should call
this in with Nathan.

Come on. Let's get the hell out of here.

Yeah.

Okay.

So, you haven't been
back in Marshall Court

in the past six months?

All right, thank you for
your time, Mr. Clarke.

Yes, I'm doing everything
I can to help your grandson.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Take care.

Oh, my gosh.

So, your mom finally drive
you out your own house?

Almost. But this doesn't belong to me.

Whose is it then?

Uh, possibly the coyotes.

- Who's that guy?
- Uh, this is Will French,

park-bench real estate
mogul. He owns an empty house

in Port Credit where
we found the remnants

of a possible coyote drug lab.

Okay, so did you bring him in?

Maybe he knows something
about Gabrielle's shooting?

Well, the property was vacant
and the drugs were gone.

So he has plausible deniability.

So...

- So you have nothing.
- Except for that.

Hoping the lab will be able to tell us

if there were drugs inside.

What's that?

Could be nothing.

But you should get your
guys at the lab to test it

while you're down there.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

So, um, what happened
with Richie Clarke?

You know, I realized...

He never disclosed his alibi,
so I went to go see him.

Says he was playing basketball

at that run-down community centre.

But... he was alone, so...

- No street cams?
- No, I checked.

I checked everything.

You know what, "sometimes,
two nothings make a something."

That sounds like a meme.

No. It's third-year criminology class,

Professor Graham, he looked
a lot like Tom Selleck,

so I paid close attention.

What?

Let's go do what we do.

Go where?

Marshall Court.

In the meantime, I'm gonna get Naz

to drop this down at the lab.

Let's go!

Ah, no, the gym lights
aren't working either.

Are you really practising
your jump shot right now?

Read the room, Wazowski.

Technically, that doesn't make sense,

given there's only
two people in the room.

Well, technically,
your form is ridiculous.

We don't have time for this right now.

Take a shot. Trust me.

All right.

You know...

I haven't missed a free
throw in this gym since 2018.

Pop!

Oh.

That doesn't count. It
was too dark in here.

Exactly. There's no light.

And Richie says he was here at night.

So, Richie was lying, or...

There's still electricity in this place.

Mm-hmm.

It's gotta be one of these.

The smaller one.

It's the smaller one.
It's the smaller one.

Fine. I'm gonna use this one.

I think this might be... voil�!

Right. It's the small one.

And...

On the first day...

Oh, yes!

... there was light. Yes!

Yeah, it's on out here too.

All right, let's go to the gym.
Maybe there's something there.

Or maybe there's something right here.

If Richie had to turn the
breakers on to use the gym...

He probably switched the
security system on too.

- Yeah.
- All right, let's go.

Do not open it.

Shanika. You got something for me?

Hey, Tobin, look. This
is exactly how I got it.

I didn't open it and I
didn't take anything, I swear.

Good job.

Be in touch soon.

So what time was the shooting?

Um, at 10:05 pm.

You really think he spent three
hours in the gym by himself?

I don't know.

He was planning on trying
out for a college team.

Oh... oh-ho.

He did get better.

- Oh, wow.
- Duff.

Come on, come on, come on...

Just a few more minutes.

10:05!

- He's innocent!
- He's innocent!

- Yes! Yeah!
- Ahh!

Yeah!

- What, what, what, what?
- Go, go, go!

Hello.

Oh.

- We got something.
- Yep.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Yep...
- We're gonna...

So this little piece of
pink rubber that you found,

- lab results came back.
- Let me guess...

- Cocaine?
- How d'you know?

Ah, I've seen this stuff before.

They turn the coke solid
so it's hard to spot

and easy to smuggle in. I
mean, it's been disguised

as printer toner, metal mouldings...

Suitcase lining. It's suitcase lining.

Exactly.

And that equipment that we
found in that basement lab

is what Hazmat, presumably
the coyote chemist,

was using to turn it back
into its powdered form.

Same cocaine as Anthony,
same cocaine as the bikers.

Adam, Marc, Niccolo, Bingo Ramirez,

they're all working as
part of the same network.

All signing their texts
with that same coyote emoji.

All moving that same
pink cartel cocaine.

Yeah, sounds right. This is huge.

Well, partially right.

I had my friends in fraud
spend the day going through

Will French's finances.

All his home purchases
are with clean money,

renovations too. He is
not a coyote surrogate.

So, they're using this guy's properties

as a pink coke lab for
the Pandilla Quince?

Exactly. It doesn't make any sense.

Why risk all that clean money
to align with these guys?

So we have to keep tabs on Will French.

He may not be our surrogate,
but he is definitely our way in.

Richie Clark is getting out.

Ah-ha.

What?

I thought you wanted
us to keep our distance.

I have ceased to care

- about that. Look, I'm happy...
- Mm-hmm.

... you're happy, so
let's just try being happy.

I'm a grown-ass woman, I
don't need to sneak around.

Good.

I'll see you at your place later?

Sounds good.

Sounds real good.

Okay.

All right.

- Hey, Duff.
- Ready?

Yeah, uh... Duff, I...

I've been thinking and
I... I just wanted to say...

Okay, Sam. Please, I already told you,

I don't wanna talk about
what happened with us.

Neither do I.

Listen, I've been thinking and...

I try so hard to be your friend.

Really hard.

And I really just keep
messing up the one thing

that we do well together.

Work.

So... what?

I was thinking maybe
we just keep it profesh.

What do you think?

I think, uh, the word...

"Profesh" is the very
antithesis of professionalism.

But I think maybe you're right.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Okay.

And we are ready.

So? What's the word?

Richie will be fully exonerated.

Now, it'll take a few
days, but it's a sure thing.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm
gonna call his grandfather.

Of course.

Hey, how's that for building a bridge?

A tenuous bridge, but
a bridge nonetheless.

Yo, Detective Duff.

Can I talk to you right quick?

Off the books?

If I share something with you,

this better not be
another Richie situation.

I get it. Understood.

I wasn't completely
honest with you earlier.

- About what?
- That night that cop got shot.

Some guy paid me $200
to set off some fireworks

by that shottipper thingy.

Wait, wait. You have a friend in jail.

You have information that could
help, you don't come forward?

In this neighbourhood, we
know better than to trust cops.

Richie knew the risk he was
taking talking to you guys.

He gets that.

But what you did for
Marshall Court today,

Richie and the community centre?

You're all right.

The guy who paid you off.
You see what he looked like?

Nah. It was dark.

This guy had to be white.

He had this massive
red hickey on his neck.

Like, the thing was huge, fam.

Thanks, appreciate it. Okay.

Hey, hey. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

The guy you saw looked like him?

Yeah, that's the hickey, still.

- Hmm...
- Y'all know where to find me.

Duff. Do you know what this means?

Will French probably lured us here.

Will French could be
Gabrielle's shooter.

Yes.

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