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The gunfire
detection software, ShotTipper,

is saving time and money.

Yeah, but ShotTipper registers
every loud noise as gunfire.

- Keegan?
- I ain't got nothing to say to you.

You're not loyal to him.
You're not loyal to us.

Who are you loyal to, Kelly?

- No! Oh, my God! Mom?

Put your clothes on,
you dirty dogs.

The curtains aren't even closed.

I know. I'm bad at relationships.

Len Grierson?

There was the one good one...

- Nathan.
- Mmm, and where he at...

- Nathan?
- I want to end it with Gabrielle.

She's great,

but it's never going anywhere
as long as you're in the picture.

You dated DS Michaels?

I still haven't told Nathan.

Honestly, it's the first time
I felt hopeful about...

Duff?

Duff?

Hey...

are you okay?

You couldn't take two minutes
to put some pants on?

You're okay.

Gabrielle.

She was right in the middle
of telling me something.

I don't think we have spoken
that much in our lives.

Wait, does Nathan know?
Someone needs to call Nathan.

He's on his way to the hospital.

Okay, but did you tell him I tried
to go with her?

Yes, and I also told him
that we needed to get you

to the station to do a full interview.

Okay, but I didn't see anything.

We came into the courtyard, it was empty.
There was no kids, nothing.

I saw the casings from the fireworks,

assumed that's what set off
the ShotTipper,

same as yesterday,
same as the day before.

You didn't have your gun drawn?

No. I don't go into neighborhoods

with my gun drawn unless I have to.

It was my third time there in two days.

And afterwards, you saw nothing?

I was focused on Sergeant Beauchamp,

as you can see.

Sam, can you please drive Kelly
back to the station

so we can take her clothes
and get her statement?

And I will let you know as soon
as Gabrielle is out of surgery, okay?

Kelly...

this is not your fault.

I know.

Stealing chips
from convenience stores now?

No, dummy.
What do you take me for, Ma Barker?

I don't even know who that is.

She's like a ruthless
criminal mastermind from the 1930s.

Actually, you know what,
there's a debate about...

You're okay.

You're okay.

Morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?

No. I heard you coming and going.

What's a grown woman doing up at one a.m.?

Oh, one of my colleagues
got shot last night.

- Dead?
- No.

Okay, sorry to disappoint you.

That bed is like sleeping on rocks.

I'll adjust, I suppose.
It's only for two months...

maybe three.

Okay, well, listen...

I've got to get to work.
There's a ton of food in the fridge.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I can look after myself.

Wait, do you have rubber gloves?

I have to give this kitchen
a proper scrub.

- There's grit around the sink.
- Okay, no.

There's not, Mom,
because I keep my house spotless.

You keep it Samantha spotless.

I like things Judy-spotless.

- What time will you be home?
- I will be home as soon as I can.

All right.

But when you get home, I want to talk
to you about this Naz character.

Well, I'd rather not.

No, I don't want to see you get hurt.

He's too young.

He's never gonna stick around
during menopause.

Oh, jeez, well, I...

- I'm like years away from menopause.
- Oh...

you think you are, but you're not.

You should have stuck with Steve.

He's tall and just the right amount
of handsome.

You don't think that Naz is too handsome?

- Is there such a thing?
- I mean for you.

It's fine.

I don't mean to put doubts in your mind.

- You go, you go, it's okay.
- Okay.

But if you're gonna keep a younger man,
know this,

it is a bad idea to go around
with your hair looking like that.

Thank you. Thanks.

Okay, have a great day.

You too, sweetie.

Hey, could you give these
to Officer Gabrielle Beauchamp?

Room 311.

Hey.

Hey. How is she?

She's, stable.

Yeah, but she's not awake yet. But...

looks like she's gonna be okay.

Good. That's really good.

I just... wanted to drop these off.

Thanks. Hey, hey,

- what I was saying before...
- I'm glad she has you.

She's gonna need you.

Yeah, I gotta go.

I'm... yeah.

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!

I need you to fill out this IOD
for Sergeant Beauchamp.

Injured on Duty report. And...

I want you to go see the therapist.

I don't need to see that doc again, boss.
I'm good.

You are no good to me
if you're all in your head about this.

- I'm fine.
- Mm-hmm.

Can't you see that I'm all good?

I mean, I'm going to throw myself
into my work like I always do.

No. You know that you can't
investigate this shooting, right?

I know.

I know.

Kelly, your colleague was shot
right next to you last night,

and you're gonna have
some feelings about that.

So, go see the shrink or don't.

But just don't hide from those feelings.

Who said anything about hiding?

Work, fine. Talk it out, good.

Scream and yell, that's okay, too.

Just do it in your car.

I never pegged you for a car screamer.

Oh, every lunch hour. Where'd
you think I was going, the spa?

This is pointless.

- Hey, partner.
- Have I got something for you.

Look, I've got this map of Marshall Court.

All these tabs?

Where the security cameras are.

No, we're not allowed to investigate,
remember?

I wish I could, but I was a witness.

True. But you know what?
We are Guns and Gangs,

so we're allowed to investigate guns.

- Also true.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, so what you got?
Did the gun turn up?

No, but in order to find the gun, we've
got to look into the shooting, right?

So, I asked Naz
to get ballistics on the bullet,

and I looked at the security footage
from the courtyard.

And judging from the angle
where bullet struck Gabrielle,

we have a pretty good idea
of where the shooter was standing.

It is the only place on that block

that isn't visible
by these security cameras.

So, it's making me think the shooter
knew exactly where those cameras were.

Yeah, I've got to talk to Keegan.

What? Why?

'Cause him and Crystal
were giving me grief

about the ShotTipper the other day,
said I was beggin' for trouble.

You don't actually think
that Keegan shot Gabrielle?

Look, all right,
it wasn't Keegan, all right?

But if someone in Marshall Court
has a hate-on for cops,

he'll know about it.

- Do you think it was targeted?
- Well...

I feel like we were lured there.

And that someone set off fireworks,
got all the kids to clear out,

and... waited for us to show up.

- Is that crazy?
- No, not really.

Hey. I got the forensics report
in the case

and retrieved from the scene.

There's no prints on it.

Ballistics came in on the bullet
that hit Gabrielle. It's a 9-millimeter,

so we're probably looking
for a semi-automatic.

Girl, what is wrong with you,
what are you doin'?

Oh, nothing. I just...

It's a ponytail headache.

- Ponytail headache?
- Yeah.

It's like when your hair is too tight.

And it's fine now.

- Okay. Well, keep me posted.
- Okay.

I mean-- I mean, not about the hair--

you can keep me posted
about the hair thing too, if you want to,

but I meant about the... well, the gun.

- So...
- Yeah.

Okay...

- Bye, Sam.
- Bye. This is great.

So, what's up between you two?

Did you guys finally do the...

You did, didn't you?

You finally dusted off
that beaver tail, huh?

- Let me see it. Let me see it.
- Nothing--it's not--

It's well dusted, okay?
It's a well-oiled pelt.

Girl, please, that thing is dry as hell.
How many cobwebs you got?

- None! I have no cobwebs.
- Let me count 'em.

- One, two...
- Stop counting my vagina!

Don't count my vagina, please.

I'm just sayin', you've probably
got a volleyball shoved in there

with a face painted on it,
and, like Tom Hanks,

you're so happy to have
a human interaction again.

Okay, first of all,
my vagina is not a desert island,

and also nothing happened.

- Why not?
- Because...

my mother walked in.

- Don't... don't, don't...
- I thought you just said

your mother walked in,
like you're in high school

- or something like that.
- Yeah. Did you see him?

So awkward.

God, he's probably like,
turned off of me for, like, ever.

Okay, so, back it up for a second.

Why was your mother there
in the first place?

Surprise bunionectomy.
It's really great.

I'm super excited to have a roommate
for the next eight weeks.

- Eight weeks?
- Eight weeks.

Oh, your thing
is definitely gonna dry up now.

Keegan's not answering.

Hey.

Ritchie, what's up?

You're gonna stay outta trouble, right?

Yeah, you?

Ah, I wish.

But, as you know,
a friend of ours got shot last night.

So, if any of y'all saw anything
or heard anything,

- we could really use your help.
- Okay, guys, move it along.

Ritchie, Dane, let's go.

Now! Come on!

Hey, Crystal, c'mon.

- I was talking to them.
- Well, they're not talking to you.

Okay, then, has anyone asked you
about your whereabouts last night?

So, now you think I shot that cop?

No, I'm just asking.

I've been trying to reach Keegan.
Were you with him?

I was.

And my sister
and her husband out to dinner,

with many witnesses who could verify.

Is there anything else
you want to try to pin on us?

You drank Keegan's Kool-Aid. I get it.

But if you really want to know the facts,
just give me a call, okay?

In the meantime, can you tell the kids
who live around here

to be a little bit more cooperative?

Why would I do that?

'Cause I don't think last night's
shooting was random.

I think we were targeted, and these kids,

Crystal, might have seen something.

Okay, well, you know what,
I don't have to drink anyone's Kool-Aid

to know that cooperating
with the cops leads to trouble.

Oh, and Keegan

doesn't want to talk to you.

Stop calling.

Hey, you okay?

Hey...

Gimme a minute.

Hey.

If I tell you something,
can you keep me out of it?

And Crystal, too.
She don't got nothin' to do with this.

Yeah, of course.
Hey, I'm not gonna let anything

happen to you, okay? What is it?

I think I know where the gun is,

the one that shot your friend.

Okay.

Are you sure he said it was this Dumpster?

Yes.

Ugh!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

I swear to God--
I swear to God, if this is a prank...

Ugh!

Fart!

- Got it!
- What?

Got it!

Oh, my God.

That's a ghost gun.

Duff, that's 3D-printed.

I know.

No serial, untraceable.

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

and get away with it.

Looks like a toy, but, as you know,

it fires like a gun
and inflicts damage like a real gun.

We discussed this. You're not supposed
to be looking into this shooting.

- She's not, I am.
- It's just me. I found the gun,

all alone, knee-deep in garbage.

Can you smell me?
Can you smell this?

That is bad. That's like egg salad.

- Oh, my gosh, that's the diaper...
- Get your hand outta my face.

How'd you know the gun was in the trash?

My source disposed of it
after finding it in the alley.

- Why?
- So it wouldn't be used again.

What a Good Samaritan.
Who's your source?

She would rather not say.
Isn't that right, Wazowski?

That's exactly right.
But what I can tell you

is that forensics
found two sets of prints.

One on the outside of the gun
belongs to the source,

- on the inside to an unknown person.
- No AFIS matches?

No, nothing in the system.
But we think they belong

to the manufacturer,
which is why I'm gonna find out

who the manufacturer is
and find out who they sold the gun to.

And voilà,
we have Gabrielle's shooter.

And "we," she means me.
Two peas in a pod, so...

Or you could just
pull in your source and ask them.

Pull in anyone who was
in the area for questioning.

And fingerprint an entire neighborhood
until we find a match?

No!

Shanks...

Guys, we're already treating
this community

like they're a bunch of criminals.
If we start accusing them,

it's only gonna make our
relationship with them worse.

This is a cop shooting.

We have a job to do.
We can't be afraid to step on toes.

I agree with Kelly.
We shouldn't cast a net.

We should be more targeted.
Give Wazowski, and only Wazowski,

a beat to find the gunmaker.

She's right. We find them,
we find the shooter.

I'm sorry, you hired me
to get this department in shape

and you're trusting this to someone
who smells like sweaty cold cuts.

Brad.

Here's a beat,

but in 24 hours
I'm doing this my way, okay?

That does smell like salami.
It does, really bad.

You need to change.

Okay, great.

And you're sure that's what he ordered?

Right. Okay, thank you.

Thank you very much.

I got something! I got something.

Okay. Okay, do you remember how
the forensics report said that

the gun barrel and the butt were made
with the same heat-resistant ABS plastic?

- Like Legos.
- Yeah.

Well, it turns out that the trigger
assembly is made with something else,

a biocompatible polyurethane resin.

In specific, a proprietary brand
called Actinite by Sendyne Polymers.

- So?
- Okay. Okay.

So, Actinite is used
to make dental aligners.

And it turns out that Sendyne

only sells that specific polymer
to three orthodontists in the city,

and one of them, Dr. John Bockner,
of Blueline Orthodontics,

was buying an excess amount
considering the number of clients he has.

I wonder what he's using
all that plastic for.

Yeah.

All right, looks like
one of us is going for a consult.

Yeah, I wonder who?

Not "it"! That's you.

I said I wasn't "it."

I did, 'cause I said "not it."

How does that make me "it"?

Oh, God. Ugh.
I hate the orthodontist.

Didn't you already have braces?

This should be a cinch.

"The Girl from Ipanema"]

Hey...

What's up?

- Can I ask you something?
- Shoot.

Do you think Naz is, like,
too hot for me?

Like he's too cool?

Cool is not how I'd describe Naz.

How would you describe him?
Would you describe him as...

- Samantha!
- Yeah, that-that's me.

Uh... John...

what-what do you think?

Well, you had braces as a kid.

A retainer didn't work.

So we'd just be correcting some drift.

Some rotation, angulation.

You want to see how you'd look?

I can take a few pictures and show you.

- Yeah, sure.
- I'll just grab the camera...

Oh, wow... wa...

This thing is obtrusive.

Ask about his colleagues.

You orthodontists
must be really busy-- just, like,

running a practice,
and then all the administrative stuff.

My daughter handles
the administrative stuff.

Oh. What does she do?

Eh, schedules appointments,

orders supplies, that sort of thing.

- Supplies, like for the printers?
- Mm-hmm.

I saw them out there...
I thought all aligners were factory-made.

- You do it all in house?
- We do now.

Actually, my daughter Vicky
set up the 3D printer for us.

It's so much faster.

Oh, wow, that's fantastic.

All that tech stuff's
really just such a mystery to me.

How does she know so much about it?

She went to engineering school,
for a while.

Oh, right.

What... not anymore?

You know, I... I'm...
I'm so sorry.

- I didn't mean to pry.
- It's okay.

Um, she had to leave.

Ran into some problems.

I'm trying to get her
interested in dentistry.

Find out more about Miss Vicky.
I think I see her coming in right now.

God, I know all about problems.
I have a teenage son.

He can be a handful.
Girls are so much easier.

I mean, not to diminish, like, what's
happening between you and your daughter.

Anyway, enough about me.
This is the new you in 20 weeks.

- Oh, wow!
- I can even accelerate

the transformation if you use
this device to help the circulation.

You just stick it in your mouth
twice a day while you're watching TV.

Right. Okay. That's... that's fine.

Let me know what you decide.
You can book your impressions with Vicky.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, um, could I have a toothbrush,
one of those?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Gotcha, Vicky.

You devious little turd.

I can't believe your dad gives you
a second chance and you make guns?

Well, at least we know
she didn't pull the trigger,

unless she can eat ribs across town
and shoot cops at the same time.

All right, then,

why don't we pick her up
and find out who did.

- No, let's wait.
- Why?

One fingerprint isn't gonna prove that
she's manufacturing these things.

Hmm.

Between her alibi and a good lawyer,
she's gonna be out in an hour

and we're never gonna find out
who the shooter is.

All right, so we'll get
a tracking warrant for her phone.

Get solid proof that she's been
manufacturing and selling.

Yes! And then we pull out
our patented Skelly one-two punch.

And then we're gonna get her
to roll over on whoever bought it.

- Yes!
- Excuse me-- Skelly?

Skelly!

Well, we could say Kam,
but I really don't feel it has a zing.

Yeah, I'll be there in five.

Okay, I've got
her location tracking up.

So far she's been to a gym,
a nail salon, and a tanning salon.

It's like Jersey Shore over here.

Marc, hey.

Hey. I need 10 of your best.
Can you make that happen?

Ten?

Fine.

I can do 10, but it's gonna be 2K each.

She's making a deal.

20K? Nah. How about 10?

- Shark.
- Who the hell is Shark?

- The price is 20.
- Can you get the number?

- Uh, no, it must be a sat phone.
- Switch. Just wait...

Meet me
at your Wednesday spot, 10 a.m.

Marc, right?

Marc "The Shark" Tremblay?
One of the Sons of Jupiter.

So, Vicky's selling guns
to bikers now.

I know that guy.

One of his biker boys
got popped on Cherry Beach.

- Marc was the prime suspect.
- Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Guess which Homicide detectives
investigated him?

So, to what do we owe

this very impromptu, disruptive visit?

It's about Gabrielle's shooter.

Sergeant Gabrielle Beauchamp.

- She works in 44. She was shot.
- Dead?

- No, not-not dead.
- Then it's not our problem.

- Jeez, c'mon...
- Okay...

Um...

Okay. What do you know
about Marc "The Shark" Tremblay?

He's a dangerous guy,
not to mention a beast.

Like, physically.

Are you sure that we're talking
about the same guy, 'cause...

He was puny when we first looked at him,

but then, as our investigation progressed,

so did his mass.

He gained 10 pounds
of lean muscle every month.

It was incredible.

Yeah, now even
his hands have muscles.

- All hands have muscles.
- Not Chase's.

Look. See? No muscle.

That is actually, that's a bit...

Okay.
Can we get back to Marc, please?

Yes. We just need to know
what he does on a Wednesday morning.

If I'm reading you right, he's a...

he's a gym rat,
probably hangs out there a lot.

Maybe he goes there on Wednesdays?

I don't think we know, do we?

No, we definitely don't know
anything about his schedule.

Or his work,
or his favorite food.

It's boiled chicken.

- I tried his diet. It was crazy.
- He got protein poisoning.

- That's not a thing.
- It's a thing. He was very sick.

You try his workouts?

I bet he didn't.
Couldn't hack it.

Chase definitely tried his workouts.

Uh, yeah. I even spent $500

on four personal training sessions
at Marc's gym.

Wow! That was overpriced.
Someone ripped you off.

It's standard.

Nope. My gym charges
sixty bucks a session.

Well, you obviously
don't work out at Cyrus Gym.

- Oh...
- Wazowski, wadda ya know?

Looks like we're going
to Cyrus Gym tomorrow.

I would like to thank you both
very much for your cooperation.

It's lovely chatting with you.

Hey.
Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.

'Cause my mom,
you won't believe it...

- What are you wearing?
- Workout clothes.

My God, you look like a popsicle.

- I do?
- Yes!

- Stay back, stay back.
- I'm stayin' back.

- I don't want to be seen with you.
- Like, a grape one, or...?

You go that way,
I'm gonna go this way.

- I hope it's strawberry.
- Ugh.

Hey, I don't see him, do you?

No, he's not here.

You think I can do more squats than her?
Check this out.

- Hey, do you mind if I, uh...
- No, go ahead.

Yeah, only 'cause your outfit
scared her away from the equipment.

Seriously, I can't believe
you spent money on that thing.

Yes, I did. I paid a lot
of money for it, like...

$200.

How's my form?

Duff!

Is that him?

I don't know.

Let me get a closer look.

All right, I'm confirming that it's him.

It's 10 a.m.,
so one of them's gotta be him.

But if you see Vicky,
do not let her see you.

I won't.

Yeah, Marc, looking good.

Yep, that's him.

All right, I'm going in.

Hey, do you mind if I
work in with you while you rest?

Sure...

if I can spot you.

Be my guest.

I'm Kelly, by the way.

Marc. Friends call me Shark.

Oh, wow, you're really strong.

Never seen you around the gym before.

Huh?

I'm looking for a new gym.

Well, if you need a trainer,
I've got the best one in the city.

Nah. No way.

Kelly Marie?

Come here, girl.

Gimme a hug.

Uh-huh. Hey.

Hey, I'm undercover. Do not blow this.

Ditto, and he's my mark.

God, you look good.

Wow.

Guessing you two
know each other?

Yeah, he used to train me.

Took a lot of years
to undo his bad habits,

but, you know, maybe he's changed.

Ask this guy. All good habits now.

I gotta go and handle something.

Hey.

Uh, Shark, we gotta leave, now!

Something doesn't feel right.

Duff, who's that guy?

He's my ex-boyfriend, Len.

Len? Like, Beretta Len, Len?

- What's he doing with Marc?
- I don't know.

If he's working an undercover case,
he shouldn't.

Last time he went UC, it was disastrous.

God, that guy's easy to spook.

Makes my job easier.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like I'm doing?
Told Marc I had to change.

So, we got two minutes to talk about
why you trying to bust up my op.

- Your op?
- Hey, hey, wow.

No thanks-- Okay, that's gonna happen!

Hey, listen, I draw the line at the shoes.
The shoes stay on!

The shoes stay on.
No bare feet in the car!

You ever tried
taking shorts off over kicks?

Doesn't work.

I'm Len, by the way.

Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs. Please exit the vehicle.

Nice to meet you. Do you always talk
like you're at a stop-and-frisk?

Why are you looking into Marc Tremblay?

'Cause he's
at the center of my case.

Big one.

My turn.

Why you block my number?

You know why.

Tell me about your investigation.

All I can say is
I'm working with RCMP.

Project Voltage.

Been embedded for two months.
The rest is classified.

You're investigating Sons of Jupiter?

Are you?

We want Vicky.

A gun she made nearly killed a cop.

I heard about that.
You were there, right?

You okay?

- You haven't slept.
- I'm fine.

I just need to find Vicky
and find out who she sold to.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

How about...

I step in for Marc, meet Vicky,
finish the deal?

You make your arrest,
and I keep Marc in the clear.

And why would we trust you with this?

Do you have another option?

Look, Marc's spooked.

Do this with me or don't do it at all.

So, get the cash,
call me and we'll get this done today.

Okay?

But you're gonna have to unblock me
if you want me to call you back.

Duff... we can't.

- I know.
- We can't.

There's no way I'm working with him.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

- Unblock me.

We may have lost Marc,
but Vicky will sell again.

- We'll just keep monitoring her phone...
- Duff, that's going to take a while.

Whoa, whoa, what the hell?

Hey! Hey!

- What are you doing?
- Sorry, Duff, DS orders.

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

I know, wait!
I'm ahead of this, Ritchie, I promise!

What is this?

You said that we had time.

Well, your time is up,
so I'm going to question your source.

How did you even find out about him?

You're not the only person
in this office who has access

to Marshall Court security footage.

And I saw you talking to him yesterday
before you and Wazowski

went headfirst into a Dumpster.

Oh, so now you're spying on us.

Okay, can you not make me
the bad guy here?

You're holding back
an important piece of the puzzle.

I had to get it myself.

Thankfully, I didn't have to roll
around in the garbage to do so.

Oh, God forbid,
you wouldn't want to ruin your outfit.

What makes you
even think Richie did this?

His fingerprints are all over the gun.

You can't be so naive to assume
he had nothing to do with it.

Naive? We're actually doing the work.

We're on the brink of finding out
who bought the gun.

I only care about the shooter,
and now I have him.

And now maybe Sergeant Beauchamp
can get some justice. Remember her?

Listen, this kid didn't do it.

Good. Prove it.

Remember what I said
about not using Len?

- No take-backs, no...
- Yes!

Take-backs.

It's the only way to catch Vicky
before this asshat ruins Richie's life.

Is that why you shot...

I get it. I got your prints...

I just wrote a very short description
of what we're going to ask for in there.

- It's a quick read.
- Listen, just take my lead, all right?

She listens to me
better than you, all right?

...yes, I will...

- I will keep you posted.
- Let's go.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Superintendent is having a conniption
over this shooting.

Please tell me you have some answers.

We might, but it'll take
a little investment from our part.

Mm-hmm.

Twenty thousand dollars
from the flash fund.

Twenty thousand dollars! For what?

That's how much Vicky Bockner
needs for 10 of her ghost guns.

And you can't push for a smaller buy?

No. We have to match the deal
with the original buyer.

It'll look weird if we reduce the order.

But, look, she's ready to move on this
today with an... associate of ours.

Associate.

Len Grierson.

Len, Len? Are you sure about this?

Well, he knows Vicky through Marc,
who he's investigating.

Something about a Project Voltage.
It's a RCMP thing.

Okay.

We already checked into it, and I...
you know, I just took the liberty

of filling out the, um,
the flash fund form.

Give it to her.

Yeah, and, um,
I took the liberty of providing a pen.

- Like, she's ready to go.
- Wait.

But she's waiting now.

Time's running out.

Thank you.

Okay.

Target's here.

Here you go.

Testing.

All right, I got you.

I know you do.

Meet me in the alley after the buy.

So, Marc couldn't be here.

Don't care.

You got the cash?

- Hand it over.

Not until I see you assemble
one of these guns.

Why? Marc has the instructions.

What is he doing?

Well, I want to make sure that
everything's there, not ripping us off.

Put it together, load it, or I walk.

Should we go over? I can't see a thing.
Len, Len, you gotta move over.

Will you stop bugging him?
He'll move, all right?

Just let him do his thing.

What are you looking at?

- That's what I'd like to know.
- Can never be too careful.

Yeah, whatever you say. Here.

Give me the money.

I'll give you 10 grand, no more.

But that wasn't the deal.

Well, that was the deal
you had with Marc this morning.

- Now he wants you to reconsider.
- Whoa!

Hey, man, take it easy.

Take it or leave it.

Fine!

Len, what are you doing?

You had your chance.

- No! Hey! Hey!
- What the hell is he doing?

Don't do this to me again!

No! Stop!

Len, stop!

No...

I got her! Duff, get the buyer!

Len, stop!

Oh!

So, you don't have the guns
you think my client manufactured,

you don't have the money you said
she received for these guns...

It's only a matter of time before
we apprehend the buyer who has both.

And your client here, we arrested
for manufacturing 10 prohibited firearms.

It's 11, actually.

Another gun you made
shot a cop in Marshall Court.

Your fingerprints are on it.

Listen, Vicky,

we know you tried to sell to Marc
and to his associate,

but I'm not interested in those guns.

We can work out a deal
if you tell us

who you sold this gun to.

I didn't sell it...

Tell us, Vicky.

You'll be charged as an accessory
in the attempted murder of a cop.

I didn't sell a gun
to anyone in Marshall Court.

I only ever sold to Marc, I swear.

If a gun got into Marshall Court,
it was through Marc Tremblay.

He must have brokered the deal.

Len, where are you?

I need you to call me back right now.

Kelly, Len's gone, he played us.

No, he didn't!

He's an ass and he plays by his own rules,
but he's a good cop.

Are you sure about that?

I decided to look a little further
into this Project Voltage

that your boy Len is involved with,
and guess what?

It is an RCMP investigation...

into stolen copper wire
with a connection to the Russian Mafia

that was wrapped up five years ago!

How did you find that out?
The project is classified.

What can I say?
I have friends in high places.

Unfortunately,
I can't say the same thing for Len

because it turns out
he's not even on the force right now!

Yeah, because he's working for the RCMP.

No, because he's registered
at a rehab in Burlington!

You two had better find that money,
or you will never work undercover again.

It's okay. We're on it!

We swabbed Richie's hoodie for GSR.
It came back positive.

It's a misunderstanding.

Listen, those kids over there,
they play this stupid game with fireworks,

probably covered in residue.

It can look exactly the same
as gunshot particles.

He doesn't have an alibi,

and he knew exactly
where the weapon was hidden.

Then why would he tell us about it, huh?

His prints are all over that gun.
He's not that stupid.

Lots of people are that stupid.

You're a cop, you should know that by now.

Or maybe he's not stupid at all...

and he just grew a conscience.

I hear that happens.

Duff?

Hey, Duff, you wanna talk about this?

No, I don't wanna talk.

Goodnight, Sam.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, you've been avoiding me today.

Oh, no. Oh, gosh, no.
I thought that you were avoiding me.

Come here.

It's quiet in here.

Yeah, yeah, it's kinda nice, right?

Yeah.

Uh, no, I'm not avoiding you.

Good.

I was just giving you some space.
I thought that maybe...

My mother says that, um...

you're too young for me.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Like, you're too young, too handsome,
basically kind of too everything...

- Do you always listen to your mother?
- Yes, I do.

Oh, well, you shouldn't
'cause she's wrong!

Also, you look... great today.

Really?

Thanks.

I didn't do anything different. Oh, I did.

Um, I went to the gym,
did a bit of work, like, workout.

- Okay.
- Was doing some squats.

Like, intense... really low.

Call... you could call me, like,
Queen Squat, if you-- Maybe not.

How low, Queen Squat?

Pretty...

- Come here.

Need a minute?

No, no, we were just, uh...

Saying good night.

Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Cool.

Excuse me, Gabrielle, you awake?

Great, um...

okay, um...

I don't know if you can hear me,
but I need to get something off my chest.

I don't know why you were being so open
with me the other night,

you know, sharing those secrets.

And-and I know I didn't take
the ShotTipper call seriously.

And I know you were
following my lead and...

See, now I'm worrying
that all of this is my fault.

That should be me laying there.

Okay,

so... you told me your secret
about DS Michaels, all right,

so how about I give you one back? Right?

Okay?

My sisters are having babies.

Uh... and I'm not a jealous person.

Like, I'm so not a jealous person,
but I am burning.

I am green.

Babies. My gosh...

I would love to have some babies...
of my own,

and I want 'em so bad.

I can't swallow right now.

I'm worried that...

what if it doesn't happen for me?

What if I waited too long?

What am I waiting for, right?
I don't know.

I'm waiting to get my life together!

I don't know why...

that happens for some people

and it doesn't happen for others.

I'm not just talking about babies, right?

I'm talking about life--
like, the life stuff.

You know, staying on top of your bills,

knowing when
to change dead batteries.

Having healthy relationships
which...

Mnh-mnh.

I don't even think I deserve Nathan.

I think you deserve him more than me,
and I don't even know anything about you.

But, I promise, if you pull through this--

and I need you to pull through this,
Gabrielle--

I think I would like to take you
out to dinner

and, I don't know, we could talk
about all that... life stuff.

And maybe if we become friends, then...

I'll forget about him.

Okay?

So, dinner on me, all right?

Excuse me. Did you follow me?

No, I didn't. I was just on my way home,
and then I was thinking about my mother,

and then I was thinking about running
away, and I just found myself here.

Liar. You came looking for me,
but I don't wanna talk.

Well, to me,

because you were just chopping it up
to Gabrielle two seconds ago.

Yeah, yeah, until you rudely interrupted.

Oh, I don't know, Wazowski.

I got a bad feeling about this one.

And I don't know
if it's because I'm tired,

- or hungry...
- Want to grab a bite to eat?

The cafeteria's right there.

You eat hospital food?

The rice pudding is very nice.

I developed a taste for it
when I had my appendix out.

Oh, my God, that's disgusting.

We're going to get some drive-thru,
so then I can eat and yell in my car.

That's a very good idea.