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This thing I'm doing, I hope
it's going to help... us.

- I like the sound of that.
- I got word from Daniella.

- She's not coming back.
- Detective Aidan Black,

Dr. Clara Malone.
You think she'll take the job?

- Yeah. I need to trust you.
- You can.

(indie rock music)

(police sirens)

♪ Whoa ohhh

Ma'am?

♪ Whoa ohhh ohhh

(car horn)

♪ You can break me all up,
go ahead now ♪

Anika Marnay.
♪ They all be watching

Yup.
♪ They all be

♪ Waiting for a chance now

♪ Whoa ohhh ohhh

♪ To break me down

♪ I like it
when you're selfish ♪

♪ It saves me from the fire

♪ You're the chosen one

Anika!
So cool that you made it.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Good to see you. (Sigh)

You OK? C'mon,
we'll find a safe spot for you.

- You good here?
- I'll be fine.

Courtney! Courtney.
C'mon, let's go, babe.

- Gotta go.
- OK, you look great!

♪ This is my game,
so you know you better ♪

♪ Hold me down

(man):Ladies and gentlemen:
The Balconies!

(rock music)

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♪ Hear me out and loud

♪ I could only know this

♪ I won't tell

♪ I won't tell... anyone

♪ You've been cheating hearts

♪ Well, I've got
all your baggage ♪

♪ Forcing me to fly away
(sounds becoming faint)

(indistinct singing)

(gunshot)

(screams)
(gunshots)

(long scream)

♪ I got out of bed today

♪ Swear to God
I couldn't see my face ♪

♪ I got out of bed today

♪ Staring at a ghost

♪ Oh, have you seen my ghost?

♪ Seen my ghost?
Seen my ghost? ♪

♪ Oh, have you seen my ghost

♪ Staring at the ground?

♪ Na na na na na na na

(police sirens)

Just show your ID to the
sergeant and duck under.

Black, Malone, Psych Crimes.

I've seen it
a thousand times on TV.

You'd think I know.

Welcome, Dr. Malone.

First official call
as the unit's new psychiatrist.

- Kiss your Saturday nights goodbye.
- Here you go.

Right in the deep end.
Excuse me.

(camera clicks)
Person or persons unknown

open fire right
on the dance floor.

Looks like he was shooting
at the band.

Hospital confirmed:
2 dead, 5 wounded,

a couple in critical.
Building's secure,

no sign of the shooters.

Psych Crimes is here
because...?

Clara, I need you and Leo
to deal with a witness,

Anika Marnay.
She's very distraught,

her niece was wounded.
Detectives,

- they can't get through to her.
- Shock?

She claims to have some sort
of anxiety disorder.

- Please, let me see my niece.
- See if you can get her

- calm enough to at least talk.
- Yeah.

- What's so special about this witness?
- Come with me.

This is the only security video
that gives us anything.

That's Anika Marnay,

that's the shooter.

And this is the blow up.

She's looking
right into his face.

Mm-hmm.
It's all we've got.

He never turned to the camera,
he disappeared in the chaos.

We've got no other witnesses
so far. She's it.

Obviously Homicide will take
point on the case,

but that woman
belongs to Psych Crimes.

I'll be right back.

This is a bit complicated.
Anika Marnay does have

anxiety issues.
Fairly severe.

She's on a high dose
of antidepressants.

Barely holding it together.

- Why do I recognize her?
- She used to be a model.

Fairly famous.

Did she give you
a description of the shooter?

- She can't remember.
- She can't remember?

Well this is not exactly
the right environment

to get her settled down.

Excuse me, Ms. Marnay?

I'm Detective Black.
I'm going to need you

- to come with us.
- Are we going to the hospital?

- Yeah, all in good time.
- No, I need to be with Courtney.

We just need to ask you
a few questions first.

It's not going to take long.
We'll give you a report

on your niece's condition.

How is Courtney?

Her vital signs are stable.
She's in surgery now.

(sigh)

There was just so much blood.

I didn't know what to do.

Courtney lives with you?

Yes. For the past...

five months.
She and my sister...

her mother, they don't talk.

Look, I really need
to go see her.

Anika, you were standing
right beside the man

who fired the shots.
You looked right into his face.

No.

No, I don't remember that.

Does this help?

That's you. That's the shooter.

That's the gun.

You're looking right at him.

I don't...

No. I don't remember.

You don't remember
the shots being fired, or...?

I... I remember Courtney...

singing, the band playing,

the strobes...

people were pushing me...

...and then the next thing
I remember,

I was holding her
trying to stop the bleeding.

So you don't remember
any of this?

No, I don't.
It's just a blank.

Have you ever had a time
before when you couldn't

remember something
that happened to you?

Yes, in my twenties.

I had a substance abuse problem.

There were... blackouts.

Is that when you were diagnosed
with an anxiety disorder?

Yes. And agoraphobia.

You're an agoraphobic
and you went to a nightclub?

For Courtney.

Trust me, I nearly had the driver
turn around and take me home.

Can you think of anyone
who would want

to do harm to your niece?

A band member,
an ex-boyfriend maybe?

No, nothing like that.

She was doing really well.
She was happy.

They were going on tour...

Why can't I remember?

Can you help me?

Can you maybe give me something?

First thing you need to do
is get some sleep.

It could be as simple as that.

No, I can't. I can't sleep.
I want to go to the hospital

- and see her.
- I know.

Courtney's in surgery now.
We are going to get somebody

- to take you home.
- Yes, as soon as we're done here.

And we'll give you some reports
from the hospital, OK?

OK.

We'll be right back.

Is she telling us
the truth here?

- You don't believe her?
- She only forgets the moment

she saw the guy?
It's convenient for him.

No, Aidan, she forgets
the minutes where she saw

her niece get shot.

I can't give you a diagnosis
off one meeting, but everything

she's saying makes sense.
This is a traumatized woman

with short term
memory loss. At best.

Alright, so how do we fix it?

Depends. She could be in shock

and it'll come back to her.
Or it's possible

that she was so inwardly
focused that she simply

didn't encode the moment
in the first place.

What, like she forgot
to hit 'save'?

Not exactly the terminology
we'd use, but yes.

It's possible there is
no memory there to recover.

Be easier if
she was lying to us.

No, it wouldn't.

Aidan, this is a woman who's
barely making it through the day

as it is. You really think
she's going to lie to protect

a man who shot her niece?

Is that really how cops think?

Yeah.

- Let it all out.
- Yeah, exactly.

- Brauer.
- Black.

Homicide wants to see what we've
got on Anika Marnay so far.

I'm more interested
in the band. Have we established

- they were the target?
- Looks like. Three dancers

were wounded, but indications
are it was collateral,

two from ricochets,
one in the line of fire.

- How many shooters?
- Forensics is thinking just the one.

- Is that her?
- Modelling at 17,

major covers at 19.

Fast lane for another 8-9 years,

A-list stuff. Then she just
drops off the radar.

- Why? - My guess is cocaine.
She was charged four times.

Convicted once.
She never had to serve any time.

- Recent?
- No. Ten years ago.

Cocaine could have contributed
to her anxiety disorder.

Could also have laid the groundwork for
a reluctance to deal with the police.

- You get a description from her yet?
- We're working on it.

- How hard can that be? - The witness
is suffering from some kind of trauma-induced

memory loss. Clara Malone.

- Unit Psychiatrist.
- Brauer. Homicide. So, do you think

- she's going to remember?
- Too soon to say.

Well it would be nice to know.
Because all I've got now

is a hundred people who all
claim they were in the washroom.

Uh? Seven people get shot and
nobody talks. It's unbelievable.

This thing
was pretty well executed.

Killer slips through
a dark room, everyone's focused

on the stage, and he uses
the chaos to slip away.

- Yeah, I agree. This is a pro.
- Drummer died on the operating table.

The body count's climbing. What
have you got from the witness?

Nothing yet.
She's drawing a blank.

- Maybe you should spend more time with her.
- We're on it, Brauer.

Sure, you are.
Was nice meeting you.

Black...

stay in touch.

Okay, we got a problem.

Anika Marnay may not remember
the shooter,

but odds are good
that he remembers her.

Put a watch on her house.

That's not going to help her
frame of mind.

You think she could be a target?

Well this guy's killed
three people already.

Yeah, I think she could be a target.

Courtney Travers. She's stable
but they're keeping her under.

They're watching her
for subdural hemorrhaging.

Anyone talking
neurological damage?

Not at the moment.
They'll run a scan

when the swelling subsides.

- When can we talk with her?
- 24 to 48 hour minimum.

Alright, get the docs to make
it sooner rather than later.

- It doesn't work that way, Aidan.
- Just do your best, Leo.

How about we take
another crack at Ms. Marnay?

We need to take her home.
I told you.

I think I can get
something out of her.

She needs rest. She needs
to be someplace she feels safe.

Look, Clara,
she's not your patient.

She's our key witness.
We're not here for her,

she's here for us.

OK.

I get it.

Where you going?

Home. If you're going to ignore my
medical advice, I don't need to be here.

You want that woman to help you, you're going to need me.
Call me when you figure that out.

Alright, we'll take her home.

I'm sorry.

It's all clear.
The alarm's good.

You'll be safe here.

Then why are you leaving
police outside my house?

- It's standard procedure.
- For what?

Am I in danger somehow?
(Aidan clearing his throat)

Of course. I saw him,
so he saw me.

You have nothing to fear,
Anika. You're safe.

You have a lovely home.

I can't really
afford it anymore.

But it's all I have left.

Get some sleep.

It would help
if I could see Courtney.

We'll let you know
when you can.

I'm bumping on the agoraphobic

that decides to go dancing.

- She loves her niece.
- So she's as sick as she wants to be?

Social anxiety, panic
disorder, agoraphobia,

- it's a smear.
- Smear?

It's all part
of the same package.

The outside world
becomes a hostile environment.

Sometimes you can face it,
sometimes you can't.

Well if you're gonna be
stuck in a house,

this is a pretty nice house.

No matter how gilded,
a cage is still a cage.

You know technically I could describe
this woman as non-cooperative.

- She wants to cooperate.
- So she says.

You're really not
a very trusting person, are you?

I'm a very trusting person.
I trust people to act

in their own self-interest.
(engine start)

What if we take her back
to the club? Do a walk-through?

You want her
to re-experience the trauma?

Push her too hard
and we could make it worse.

It'll be daytime, no noise,
no crowd, you'll be there.

Leo could hypnotize her.
That might work.

- Our nurse is a hypnotist?
- Our nurse is a lot of things.

It's too risky.
This is a blank in her memory.

Hypnosis could lead
to false memories,

- and then we're nowhere.
- Alright so no hypnosis,

we'll just walk her
through the club.

- Is this how it's always going
to be with you? - What?

You just do whatever you want,
despite my professional opinion.

I'm going to do what
I think is necessary

after considering
your professional opinion.

You're talking about an issue
of therapy. That's my call.

- So make it.
- I'll consider it.

You do that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Can I buy you a coffee?
- Sure. Where are we going?

It's a new place.
Called Chez Nous.

Fancy. Next thing
you'll have cappuccino

like Sex Crimes does.
(chuckles)

Well I'm hoping for real china.

Then we can have dates in here.

You really know how to sweep
a lady off her feet, Black.

So, is this personal

- or do you want something?
- Can't it be both?

Strictly either-or.
Which is it?

You're working
the nightclub shooting?

OK. Got it.
No, we're not on it.

You know anything
about the nightclub?

- Fed everything to Homicide.
- Feed it to me.

(toilet flushing)

We got a C.I. in the club. Brauer
asked us to follow up with him.

- And?
- I'm going to meet with him this afternoon.

Why does Intelligence have
someone at the club?

We heard there's a new supplier in the district.
Someone looking to move

a quantity of coke. Trying
to get a fix on who it is.

- A new dealer could mean a turf war.
- Yeah. People could get shot.

OK if I come to the meet?

That is gonna cost you more

- than a bad cup of coffee.
- Full deal.

Appetizers, sparkling wine.

Maybe even a dessert table.

Such a romantic.

OK, you're on.

Remember you talked about doing some work on yourself?
You ever get around to that?

- Little bit.
- Good.

(Clara clears her throat.)
Hey there.

Hi. Clara Malone.
I'm the new unit psychiatrist.

Rachel.

- She's cute for a shrink.
- I hadn't noticed.

Don't mean to interrupt.
Just getting a coffee.

You know, there's a pot
in Psych Crimes.

- Yeah, Leo says not to drink that.
- I'll meet you downstairs.

She's cute for a cop.

He must have snuck
in the back way.

Nobody with a gun got by me.

You see anybody who looked
like they didn't belong?

A few older guys,
you know, pushing 40.

What about drugs? You hear
anything about the new talent?

- Policy is no drugs.
- We're not asking about policy.

Of course there's drugs.

Anything new recently?
Better product? Cheaper prices?

- Maybe.
- Answer the question.

Seven people
got shot in a place

- you're paid to keep safe.
- Shit was going on.

Regular dealers were griping
about someone looking to unload

a big score.
High quality.

Maybe someone decided
to send a message.

- Was the band connected to any of this?
- The band? They're just kids.

Two of them are dead, eh?

Three. The drummer died
earlier this morning.

Really? Ain't that
the worst luck.

It was his first gig
with the band, he was a sub.

I helped him load in his kit.

Life's a bitch, eh?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Guess we know who the luckiest
guy in the world is.

- The drummer who booked off.
- I'll find him.

(smooth music)

(doorbell)

Take a moment.

Try to visualize
where you were last night.

I thought... I thought the
place would be cleaned up.

Are you sure
you're ready to do this?

(Anika sighs.)

The music was very loud.

There were too many people.

I was trying to find Courtney.

The band was setting up
on stage...

There were coloured lights,
people shoving me.

I try to breathe...

...but everything
is closing in on me.

You're doing great, Anika.

Courtney. Courtney,

she rescues me.

She hugs me.

She's so happy.

And then what happened?

She takes me closer.

She has to sing.

She looks so beautiful.

That's...

that's all...

Is that Courtney's blood?

No no, don't think about that.

Just try to think back

to what you saw that night.

You were watching Courtney.

That's all I remember.

- Can we just go?
- You were standing here.

Courtney's on stage.

Then you felt a shove.

No. I don't remember.

No! NO! NO!

It's OK, it's OK.
Right here.

- What did you see, Anika? What did you see?
- I didn't...

- You reached for the gun.
- No. I just saw a gun.

- Who was holding the gun?
- Aidan.

- You saw him, Anika, I could
read it on your face. - Just stop it, OK?

Just stop it! I just saw a gun.
Can you take me home please?

Please, I'm going to be sick.

You're safe, OK?
It's alright.

C'mon, just breathe,
in... and out...

in... and out.

- Please.
- It's OK.

It's OK.
We'll take you home.

I just took a risk for you.
If I'm going to do

something like that
you can't come barging in.

- She saw him.
- You're not listening to me.

I am trying to conduct
a therapeutic process.

No you're not listening to me. She
recognized the shooter. She's lying to us.

How can you be so sure Anika is lying?

'Cause I've been there.
When it comes back,

it's the faces you see.
You don't forget them.

You don't.
Everyone's different.

Aidan, guess who booked
the band into the club.

Same guy was all over Anika
10, 15 years ago.

- Jonas Boyar.
- You know him?

- From another life. You got an address?
- Better.

Unis are bringing him in.

- Who's Jonas Boyar?
- Used to be a major

- record producer in town.
- Who were you in another life?

I took a year off
to manage a rock band.

Boyar was the one guy
everybody wanted

- to get their demos to.
- What happened?

I couldn't get past
his receptionist.

So you gave up and came back
to the brotherhood.

Band imploded.
Musical beds.

Just the musicians,
or did the manager play, too?

Put Boyar in the box
when he arrives, Poppy.

(chuckles)

Hi.

I'm Detective Aidan Black.
Thanks for coming in.

Yeah, no problem.

How's Courtney?

Hospital said she was in ICU.

Yeah, it's too soon to know.

Ah, that's a terrible thing.

Have you got
any suspects, any leads?

Do you know anyone
who might want to harm

- members of the band?
- I never even really knew them.

- Don't you rep them?
- God, no.

No I'm not even really
in the music biz anymore.

Courtney looked me up,
I gave her some advice,

- made a call.
- Were you at the club

- last night?
- No.

No, I did Anika's niece
a favour,

that doesn't mean I have to be
there to listen to the music.

Right, right.

You and Anika
are old friends, right?

Yeah, we had five great years.

Unfortunately,
we were together for eight.

I know Anika went through
a difficult time,

were you around for that?

Some of it.

Beautiful as she was,

Anika was never really
comfortable in her own skin.

At first it was just
a little something

to get her through the day,

- here and there. And then...
- And then?

And then it got very ugly.

Fast.

I did the best I could.

I paid for lawyers,
I paid for rehab

in California, but...
it was the same time

the biz was circling
the drain, you know?

So the truth is
she pretty much cleaned me out.

You think Anika could
still be involved in drugs?

I have no idea.

She cut me off long ago.

- But didn't she send her niece to you?
- No.

Courtney came to me on her own.
She didn't want Anika to know.

(Boyar sighs.)

Look, how is Anika?
She must be torn up over this.

Well, yeah, you can imagine,

you know, seeing
your niece get shot.

Anika was there?

What was she doing at the club?

I thought she didn't
leave her house.

Well she did that night.

(sigh)

Christ. Now
she's going to blame me.

I mean if she finds out
I did the booking, you know,

everything was always my fault.

(sigh)
That's just how she is.

(Boyar sighs.)

Three dead kids and yet somehow

- it's all about Jonas Boyar?
- Record producer.

Centre of his own universe.
I'm gonna have Poppy take a look

at his financials. So if Anika
was deep into the drug scene

then, and this is
a drug-related shooting now,

maybe the shooter
is some lowlife from her past.

He tried to kill her niece.

If she recognized him,
why wouldn't she tell us?

Because he knows her. She's terrified
he'll come looking for her.

(Cell phone vibrates.)
Or Courtney.

Hey.

Meet you downstairs in five.

Fenton found the drummer.

- I thought the drummer died?
- No, he was a replacement.

The original drummer ducked out
right before the gig.

- Fenton tracked him down.
- Should I come?

No, I'll take it with her.

This is all my stuff, I didn't
take anything that wasn't mine.

Understood.

How is it you missed the gig?

- I quit the band.
- Lucky for you.

- Why?
- Artistic differences.

Could you expand on that?

- I'd rather not.
- Hey, Derek,

this is a homicide
investigation,

expand!

Jarett...

agreed to mule
some coke to Chicago.

We had a date there. But then
the guys decided to sell it

after the gig last night...
and take off to Berlin.

- Berlin? - Yeah, to record a CD.
Jarett... knew some guy.

- Not your idea of a sound business plan?
- The more they dipped

into the stash, the better
they liked the idea.

- I thought it was stupid.
- How much are we talking about?

Maybe two keys.

That's serious stuff.
Who supplied?

Don't know his name.
Very scary dude.

- Which is another thing.
- What's that?

Not the kind of guy
you'd want to stiff.

Jarett was like...

saying we'd tour in Europe
and then we'll pay the guy back.

I'm sure the dealer
wouldn't mind waiting.

Exactly. No way
I want that guy on my ass.

Where was Courtney in all this?

She'd do anything

and everything Jarett
wanted her to do.

We're going to need you
to come in and have a look

- at some mugshots.
- Do I have to?

Hey hey, Derek. Your bandmates
just got shot to pieces,

you're more worried
about packing up your drum kit

than stepping forward?

Yeah, man, you have to.

♪

(sigh)

(doorbell)

What kills me
is how well we were doing.

I mean, I've had problems...

and Courtney and her mom...

but... she was here

and she was happy.

You weren't alone.
(Anika sighs.)

Courtney makes me feel...

needed.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

I feel awful.

What do you want, Anika?

What do you mean?

What is the most important
thing in all of this for you?

Courtney.
I want Courtney to get better

and... to be safe.

How can Courtney be safe if you
won't tell us what you saw?

- I told you...
- Detective Black is convinced

that you remembered seeing
the man who shot Courtney.

- No, I didn't.
- I think he's right.

So what I don't understand

is how you can care
about Courtney

- and not want to help her.
- I'm not lying.

- It wasn't real!
- What wasn't?

What I remember.
I hallucinated.

What did you see?

It must have been the drugs,
you know. What I'm taking now

- or what I took then.
- No, antidepressants

don't cause you to hallucinate.
Just tell me what you saw.

A man I knew a long time ago...

when I was using.

He was a dealer.

When I didn't have
any more money,

he took sex. He made me...

- That was the face you saw?
- I was having some kind

of panic attack.

- Must have been a flashback.
- Were you somewhere else

or was he there with you
in the club?

He was...

he was in the club. But...

- Why couldn't it have been him?
- I haven't seen him for ten years.

And he went to jail!

Why would he shoot Courtney?

What was his name?

It's Tyrelle.

That's the name he used.

Tyrelle.

Oh, hey, I need
to change her bedclothes.

I'll have to ask you
to step outside.

You just come on shift?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Forgot your ID.

Oh, uh, must've left it
in my locker.

I'll go get it, OK?

(grunting)

(moaning)

I was just reviewing

your past
accomplishments, Tommy.

Possession, Trafficking...

Weapons, Assault Bodily Harm,

Attempt Murder.

But you've never tried
to kill one of ours before.

You have no idea how hard
we're coming down on you.

Did he die?

No. He's fine.
You barely scratched him.

Lucky me.

Plea to Assault.

Does he remind you
of Bobby Frat?

Yeah, he does.

Who's Bobby Frat?

A guy like you.

Hired muscle,
kept his mouth shut,

took the full sentence
for whoever hired him.

Smart guy. Something
could've happened to him.

Something did.
Somehow word got out

that he liked
to rape little girls.

And there he was
in general population.

That's a threat.

My lawyer's going
to like this tape.

You know we got you
for three counts

of First Degree Murder, Tommy.
I think you're way past

where a lawyer can help you.

Yeah?

Well how about
I talk to her anyway?

(Aidan): OK, we'll send you back
to holding 'til she shows up.

(sigh)
How's Leo doing?

He got lucky.
Trying to get our new doc

to sign him out early.

(Aidan): I can't see why you
would take this all on yourself.

Got the shooter?

Name's Tommy Etrille.
Guy's a hired gun.

He pulled the trigger,
but he didn't pick the target.

He doesn't seem
inclined to say who did.

You don't get anything
from pros. It's a good bust,

but the case isn't closed.
You got time to go over

some files with me?

Uh... Yeah, sure.

(Aidan): Sounds like
you're being suckered, Tommy.

I figured you'd be smarter
than that.

(sigh)

(number dialing)

It's Anika.
I need to ask you something.

- I got something from Homicide.
- You might want to see a doctor about that.

Lay off. I went through all
the records on Tommy Etrille.

I found a reference.
From 1999.

"Tommy Etrille sometimes goes
by street name Tyrelle."

Anika did see him.
So she can identify him.

Alright, bring her in.
He's not going anywhere.

On it.

And don't bring Brauer along.
She's our witness.

- I wasn't going to.
- Sure, you weren't.

What's your beef with Brauer?

- He's Homicide. They get enough.
- So that's how justice works?

That's how everything works.

(dog barking)

Aidan, Anika's not here.

Uniform out front
didn't see anything.

No sign of forced entry,
no sign of struggle,

but one of the rooms
has been ripped apart.

- Which room? - The niece's. Looks like
a tornado went through it.

The rest of the house
is spotless.

OK, it's all about Courtney.
She hid something,

- Anika's looking for it.
- How do you know Anika did it?

Someone could've come in
from the back.

- A stranger would've searched
the whole house. - It's the drugs.

It ain't the music.
Did you find her phone?

- Nope. - [Alright I'll ping it.
You put a bulletin out on her.]

Leaving the house
is an ordeal for this woman.

To run away from the police?

- She'd have to be desperate.
- She is.

The band was planning on selling
two kilos of coke after the gig.

They never got the chance.
That's what Anika's looking for.

How would she
even know about it?

She has a history.
Maybe she's involved.

Maybe she only put it together

after she saw the shooter.
Either way...

She's in trouble.

(bottle hitting the ground)

(number dialing)

I found it.

So this is the band's
rehearsal space?

Yeah.

So she recognized Etrille,
her old dealer.

Maybe she knows
who he works for.

If she can find the coke,

maybe she thinks she can deal.

Why wouldn't she come to us?

'Cause her niece goes down
for trafficking if she does.

So she's gonna try and cut a
deal with the guy who shot her?

I think she's just trying
to make it all go away.

Does that fit?

It could.

Take it.

We won't tell anyone.

Just leave Courtney alone.

You know, I stuck with you.

I paid for your insanity

and then I paid
to get you sane.

I wasn't insane,
I was an addict.

Come on, you were expensive.

And then you get better
and what do you do?

You just take off.

No, Jonas, I ran.

And don't pretend
you don't know why.

You paid for my rehab?

You gave me my habit.

I gave you everything
you ever had.

And all you did was take.

And then your niece...

waltzes in here,

flashing her pearly whites
and her baby blues and,

"Hey, can you help me out?"

They're just kids, OK?

- They didn't know any better.
- Yeah.

Well those kids...

stole from me.

Just like you did.

You know what,
and screw you, Anika.

This isn't about you.

This is about me launching
a business. This is about

me establishing a reputation.

You killed three people
because they, what,

they didn't show you respect?

(Boyar): This isn't
a record launch, Anika.

You don't rent a billboard,

you hire a gun.
If you want to establish...

your territory,
you need to mark it.

(loud hit)
Police! Don't move!

(Anika): AH! AH!

You should've stuck
to music, Boyar.

(Boyar moaning)

Courtney?

Courtney?

They're dead?

Everyone?

Everyone but you.

Oh, my God.

It should have been me.

No.

It shouldn't have been anyone.

Am I...

Am I going to jail?

Courtney, I'm going to need
you to testify against whoever

fronted you these drugs.
Are you prepared to do that?

You mean Jonas?

You tell me.

Jonas told us what to do.

And that creepy guy
who works for him,

Tyrelle.

I'll do whatever you say.

I'm so sorry.

I know a little bit about
getting people killed.

And the truth is...

you're going to beat yourself up
over it for the rest

of your life,
and you probably should...

But you got a life, Courtney,
and you got a chance

to make something of it.

And you're not alone.

You've got an aunt who cares

a hell of a lot for you.

- How is Courtney? Is she awake?
- She's doing well.

Detective Black's with her.
He'll just be a minute.

Did you hear about charges?

Jonas Boyar and Etrille
are the big fish here.

These two cooperate
and they'll probably walk.

Courtney asked me
to call Jonas for her.

He was connected. He could
help her get where she wanted,

just like me. But I said no.

- You tried to protect her.
- But I didn't warn her,

I just said no.
If I had told her...

- You tried.
- Can I see her now?

She should give
a statement first.

She's waited long enough.

They won't talk about the case.
Boyar, Etrille... OK?

I promise.

They got lucky, those two.

They paid for it.

♪ Let it go

♪ It's pulling me down

- What? No cake?
- Leo!

(Leo laughing)
Hey, Poppy.

- ♪ I want you
- Show it to me.

Come on, war wounds!

- ♪ Let me go
- Oof!

- Yeah...
- What, that's it?

Hey, he missed
the major organs.

Maybe you need
to start wearing a vest.

And maybe I should
stop playing with knives.

Or both (cell phone ringing)

Hey.

No, I'm done. OK.

Have a wonderful night, y'all.

Welcome to psych crimes. Good work.

- Alright.
- OK.

- I'll see you on the next one.
- On the next one.

♪ Ohhh ohhhhhh

♪ The way down

I thought you were kidding
about the dessert table.

(Aidan chuckling)

Did you get this bruise

bringing dangerous
criminals to justice?

I don't want
to talk about work.

OK.

I just want
to be here. Now.

- Suits me.
- ♪ Don't let go

♪ Don't let go ♪

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