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(kelly): Sorry I wasn't
the greatest company.

I'll make it up to you Friday.

- Actually can't do Friday.
- You have a date.

- If you're ready to be real
with me,

I will cancel those plans.

- I feel like a real gangster,

talking business with
the infamous randy bowen.

- But I am gonna have to have
a couple of my guys

thrown in the mix.

So I want jackie and shaggy here
to be my point people.

- You got the money out, right?
- No. Cops got everything.

- What are you doing here?

- You said you'd have my money
by Friday.

(gunshot)
(tiggy, gasping): Please!

Best mdma money can buy.

- Randy bowen,
you're under arrest!

- I don't even know who the hell
this nelson guy is.

- We do.

- I saw the surveillance
footage.

- The guy was guilty.

- But you beat up a kid!

You might want
to take a look at this.

You went out for the ds job,

you didn't think
to mention it to me?

- We can talk about it
over dinner.

- Why don't you save it
for your new Friday night?

- I didn't get it.

- Want to get drunk?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Okay. Okay.

(soft music)

(kelly groans)
(sam gasps)

(kelly): Mm-mm-mm.

- What'd we do?

- I don't know.
I'm still putting it together.

I hurt my lip.

- My head is so... So bad.

- Oh, I remember now.

(sam sighs)

I bought this ugly-ass pantsuit
from insta-cart.

- Okay.
(kelly chuckles)

- duff, what a...
What am I doing in your clothes?

- Well, at least you look cool.

- I remember now.
We went to a pub, and then,

we got into a fight with
two girls in the washroom.

Oh my god. We got into a fight
with two girls in the washroom.

- Hm. Served them right.

Telling us we too old to do
a toosie slide. Pfft.

- I'm so old I don't know
what the toosie slide is.

- You remembered it
last night.

- Wha--
- remember, we did this?

And then, you just, like,
hit it like that, one time.

(kelly groans)
- I don't remember.

- Pfft! I could go for
some ketchup chips.

- Oh god!

I'm gonna be late!

- No!
- I'm gonna be late!

I'm gonna be, like, yeah,

this is a great first impression
on the ds, thank you very much.

(kelly gasping loudly)

what?
- Oh my god.

- What?!

- I think we did some
drunk dialling last night.

- What?
- I think we called naz...

And asked him if he had
robin hood by the bag.

- Oh god!

You bring out the worst in me.

- No, you do that
to yourself.

But one thing's for sure,

if we were 10 years old,
our parents would never...

Let us hang out together.

- Your parents would love me.
- They wouldn't.

(gasping): Duff, I remember!

Gimme a beat!

- Bing, bong, bing, bong,
bing, bong.

Bing, bong, bing,
goodni--

you're already not on beat.

(retching)
ugh!

- Oh god!
(retching)

- I can smell your breath.

Ugh! I can taste it!

(♪ I will survive ♪ playing)

- anyways, I don't want
to come in, step on any toes,

rearrange the furniture,
but... As an outside eye,

I do see room for improvements
in guns and gangs.

- Excuse me.
Uh, so sorry to interrupt.

Where is there room
for improvement?

- We could start
by not being late.

- Unavoidable. I do apologize.

- Long coffee lineup,
huh, wazowski?

- Uh...

I would really like to say
that I am so happy

that you do not want
to rearrange the furniture.

If that's the case,
what I'm wondering is,

why did you actually rearrange
the furniture?

- I was speaking metaphorically.

I did move my desk to a spot

that I thought was
more accessible.

- Uh, I like the new spot,
personally.

- Speaking in metaphor,

well, that risks
misinterpretation.

You may feel that your desk
is more accessible,

I feel - and
she definitely feels -

that it's a little bit
"micromanagy."

- alright. Well...

If we're gonna get this
stockwood crew wrapped up,

let's get this show
on the road.

- Okay, more figurative
language.

To be clear, he means let's--
- sam.

- Yeah?
- Let's get to work.

- Yes.

(indistinct office chatter)

(kelly): Hey, gabrielle.

- Oh, hey.

(coins clicking)

- I'm dying for ketchup chips.

- Weird.

Me too.

- Tsk! Ugh! Damn it.

(tara): Homicide,
coming through.

(door buzzing)

(soft music)

(tara): Ms. Marks, you spent
the last couple of years

working for randy bowen
at his glass factory,

did he make any enemies?

(danica): I mean,
nobody liked randy.

(tara): I already know that.
(kelly): Danica marks.

Now, how are you
out on bail again?

- We found drugs on the body
of randy bowen.

Forensics confirmed it was mdma

this particular mdma
contains spores

from one
protea grandicolour.

- Who?

(chase): Proteas are
a tropical flower.

Quite uncommon
north of the border.

- If you don't want to talk,
that's fine.

I've already given
this information

to my colleagues in drug squad

who are following up on it
as we speak.

- That's bad.

- Very bad.
We haven't released you,

in any way, shape or form.
You're staying in here.

(office chatter,
telephone ringing)

- hey.

Did homicide call you about
the mdma capsules they found

on randy bowen's body?

- No, why?

(mcconnell): Uh, yeah,
jimmy took that one.

Your cocaine.

- And jimmy's weed.

Come on, you knew I found
randy bowen's body.

You didn't think to hand over
the file to me?

- Nope. I didn't.

- Well, maybe you should have.
(davidson): Fine.

Take it.

- W--
(scoffing)

where's the file, davidson?

- It's on my desk.

(sighing)

- hey, davidson, you didn't get
too far on this, did you?

- Okay, that's...
I keep hearing that.

That's a...
You hear that squeaking sound?

(mcconnell):
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Are we gonna have
to get pest control?

Is that what we need to do?

We might need to get
pest control.

(davidson): Are you serious?
(mcconnell): Ah, squeakers.

(kelly exhales loudly)

(naz exhales):
You need help?

- Yeah. Maybe you can pull up
all the flower shops in town

that sell proteas?

Some kind of tropical flower.

They found pollen
on the mdma capsules.

So we need to start
by finding a connection

between the flower shops
and randy bowen.

Maybe even pull in hamm...
Ah!

(davidson): Whoa.
Where'd that come from?

(mcconnell): No idea.

- Naz!
- You think this is funny?

Why don't you be funny
with me, huh?!

- It's fine, it's fine!
(officers chuckling)

it doesn't bother me.
Here, give it to me.

(scoffing)

it's not 1982.
This isn't serpico.

I will not be bullied.

(davidson): Go on... Snitch.

(mcconnell): Ooh-ah!

- Absolutely.

And you know what else,
davidson?

When you act like a child,

I won't have to tell
the teacher.

- Ooh...
- Asshole.

(kelly sighs)
- ah!

- Yep.

- Do we know who did it?

- I can't say for sure.
Mcconnell, davidson.

Both of 'em!

- I'll open an investigation.
- Sorry.

I just can't believe that
there are cops out there

who think we should still be
covering up for each other.

- I know, kelly, I know.
(kelly exhales)

you know, maybe you need
a change?

Get out of drug squad.

There are other departments
you can do good work in.

- Oh, no, no!
It's not drug squad,

it's the entire mentality
of this place!

(softly): Sorry.

(sighs)

drug squad is my home.

You know, me and naz,

we bring a lot of integrity
to that team.

I just can't bail on him.

- Fifteen years ago,
I worked vice,

and my partner
was a racist prick.

He was a real bully.

He made me want to quit
the force.

- Right. So what'd you do
about it?

- I became his boss.

(chuckling)

- and you still have
to clean up his messes.

- But now, they pay me
a lot of money to do it.

(laughter)
(door opens)

(sam moans and groans)

- a: Why didn't anybody
tell me

that a hangover
feels this way?

B: Hamm is eating garlic bread
at his desk,

and it's just making me feel
really...

Like, not good, like, really,
really nauseous.

And c:
Detective sergeant greene

really seems to think
that he is my boss.

- He is your boss.

- Yeah, but he doesn't need
to flaunt it.

Sorensen, he just, like,
left me alone

and he kind of just, like,
let me do my thing.

- Which you complained about
ad nauseam.

- I cannot believe I'm gonna
say this, but I was wrong.

- Look, nathan's a good guy.
He'll run a tight ship.

- Perfect. That's great.
You take him.

(scoffing): Anybody better
than mcconnell.

Sitting around,
playing cards all day,

hiding rats in people's desks.

- He put a rat in your desk?

'cause of keegan?

I f... And I came in here
with a...

Duff, I'm s...
I'm so sorry.

- That's alright.

We used to it.
- Hm.

(duff): Anyway, I gotta
get back to work.

Look, I found a lead
on those mdma pills

found on randy bowen's body.

Want to come?

- I have to clear it with
my overbearing boss first,

but yeah.

- Hey, kel?

I'll handle this, okay?

- Thank you.
(softly): Uh-huh.

- So, there are not many
flower shops in town

that carry proteas,
especially this time of year.

But we did find
an interesting connection

between one flower shop
and your boy, randy bowen.

- What's that?

- When we were canvassing
the area

after we found
randy bowen's body,

I talked to a woman who actually
stayed at that motel

and... She took a picture
of her fiancé...

In the parking lot.

Why you would take a picture
in the parking lot is beyond me.

I mean, you could see
the ac unit...

Look at his complexion, like,

she needs to learn about filt--
(kelly clears her throat)

u-uh, anyhoo,
this is randy's room.

And this car was parked outside
for a few hours

three days
before he was killed.

(sighing): Okay.

Get over here.

I can't... I can't see
the license plate.

What does the sign thingy say?
- Ah!

(naz): That's...
Cortina couriers.

And they have an account
with gaia flowers.

It's over on wilson.

- And gaia flowers
carries proteas.

Pro-te-as?

Proteas.

- One of the only shops
in town that does.

- Okay. So, who's dealing
the drugs?

Is it couriers,
is it the flower shop?

- Either, or.

And they could be
in it together.

- Okay, let's do this.

Let's go... Pay a visit
to gaia flowers.

Naz, would you like
to come along?

- No, I can't, I, uh...
I gotta go talk to shanks.

She's investigating
the department.

- Investigating what department?

- All departments.

Trying to root out this, uh,
old-boys' club

that seems to be rampant
around here.

- What old-boys' club?

- It's not really a club,

it's more of a mentality, barry.

People who ostracize and
intimidate anyone

who speaks out against a cop
that breaks the law.

Do you know any guys
like that?

- Hm. No...
I... Hate those guys.

- Really?

- We... I mean... Don't we?
(chuckles)

or-or do we like them?
(naz): Anyway...

When I'm done, backbone barry
and I over here will check out

cortina couriers.
(sam): Okay.

(overlapping conversation)

ouch!

- I'm just saying.

(sam): Naz has done a lot
of work on the case,

so I thought
that maybe... Oh!

Hey, ds greene, we have a break
in the stockwood case.

It involves recon
at gaia flowers,

so we were just gonna head out.
- Good. That's fine.

Just before you go,

I was wondering if I could
get your help solving a case.

I'm trying to identify...

These late-night callers.

(kelly, loudly): Hey, you!

Greene! Greeney-bean!

(sam): Bicycle shorts are dorky
and even I know that,

and I'm the biggest dork
in town!

(kelly): Bicycle shorts
are so dorky,

plus you snore in your sleep!

(sam): Of course,
he snores in his sleep,

'cause you can't snore
when you're awake.

(kelly): Yes, you can!
(sam): No, you can't!

(kelly): I've seen it.
So, anyway,

you have good luck with whoever
your new Friday night is,

'cause whatever she is, she
can't hold a candle to the duff

okay, okay, funny.
(greene laughs)

ha, ha.

- At least I was on your mind
last night.

- Okay, maybe. A little bit.
(sam): Duff...

- What?

- I sounded really loose, like,
really relaxed.

- Maybe you should drink more.
- Maybe I should.

(kelly): Uh-huh.

Alright, let's head
to gaia flowers.

(jackie): You don't have
to do this, you know.

It's not your mom's life
being threatened by the mafia.

- Yeah. I know. But...

We're in this together,
right?

- You know, when my mom
does this mdma deal,

she can get buffalo
off her back,

and then we can
get out of this,

start fresh.
Get our cut.

- I think I gotta go to work,
or they're gonna kill me.

- I gotta go hang out with
some really boring girls

and bag mdma capsules,
otherwise...

(sighing)

...I'm pretty sure
they're gonna kill me too.

(rhythmic music)

- hey.
- Hello.

- I'm, uh, here to pick up
a sunshine special for...

A. Conda.

- A sunshine special...

Yeah. There you go.

One sunshine special.

- Cool.

Thank you.
- De nada.

(hip-hop music)

- hi! Yeah, those are for me.

I've been waiting out here
for over an hour already.

- Anna conda. Nice.

- Your car is fire.

(girls giggling)

- oh, hilarious.

(girl): Loser, right?

- I friggin' hate
this town, man.

(exhales loudly)

- it's like a colonic,
without having to pay for it.

(cellphone ringing)
- oh, god.

Oh, it's elliot.
Hold on.

Shh, shh, shh.

(elliot): Hey, mom.
- Hey, elliot, how are you?

- I'm driving your car...

A lot.

It's cool.
- Oh yeah, really...

It's not that bad, is it?

How are you?
Are you doing okay?

Everything's alright?
How's living with your dad?

- He's never around, so...

I kinda have the place
to myself. So...

Uh, I got a job too.
- What?

Elliot, you got a job?

That's so good! Where?

- Uh...

You know, I'll tell you
about it later, mom.

I gotta go, but...
I love you, okay?

- Okay. I love you so much.
I miss you.

Okay, did I sound like
I care?

'cause I want to be cool,
like I don't care.

- Yup. You sound like
you cared a little bit.

- It's more believable, anyway.

He said my car was cool.

- What? Pfft!
Girl, he was lying to you.

There's nothing cool
about that car,

which is why it suits you
so well.

Although...

Last night, you were...
Kinda cool.

- Really?

I was cool?

Like how? Like, how was I...

What'd I do? Like, what'd I say?
- W-w... Not cool.

Not cool. You were...

You were fun.

We had a good laugh.

- That's great! Oh, god,
I wish I could remember it.

Duff.
- Hm?

- I think somebody
has to go in there.

Can it be you?

Because I really
don't want to move.

(annoyed): Fine.
(sam): Thank you.

- Be right back.

- I owe you.

(exhaling loudly)

(hip-hop music)

(man): Hola!

Welcome to gaia flowers,

where every bloom
is a symbol of love.

How can I help you today?
- Uh, I need some flowers

for a funeral.

- Oh, I am so sorry.
Who did you lose?

- My third cousin.
On my granddad's side.

- Okay, well, uh, no matter
how distant, death stings.

Did you have anything in mind?

- Pfft. I don't know. Uh...

My cousin... Liked...
Proteas.

You got any of those?

- I certainly do.

Very rare. Very beautiful.

Your cousin had
excellent taste.

Ah!

- Great. I'll take six.

(glass shatters)

(sighing)

- bodhi, it's okay.

Just grab a broom
from the closet.

The vase was old, baby,
I was due to replace it.

It's not a problem.

Ay, ay, ay.
It's the third one this month.

He's not the sharpest
tool in the shed.

But he's loyal.

He comes to work every day,
on time,

and stays until the last order
is filled.

Very hard to find workers
like this.

- And, uh... Who's delivering
these?

- Oh! We have a courier service.

Very reliable.
Excellent drivers.

You're in good hands.

- Okay.

I bet you some ketchup chips

it's that sketchy dude
he got working in the back.

Man, owner says he works
almost every day.

Bodhi something.

I think we should run his name.
(sam): Okay.

Wai-wait, is that him?
(kelly): Uh, yep.

Well, well, well,
will you look at that.

You were right! Okay.

Let's go arrest him, get him
to flip on the owner.

- No, I don't think
it's the owner.

I didn't catch that vibe
from him.

- Really? Is that what
your crystal ball says?

(kelly sighs)

- we don't have enough
for an arrest.

- W-we just witnessed
a drug transaction.

- No, we just witnessed bodhi

put some... "plant food"
into a bouquet of flowers.

- Oh, I see, and he keeps
the plant food fresh

in his crotch. Great...

- Can we just do it my way?

I already got enough trouble
without you adding to it

'cause you gotta prove that
they should've made you the ds.

- That is only a tiny bit
what this is about.

- Look, how 'bout
we just make it

about finding the drugs,
okay?

How 'bout that?

And my crystal ball tells me

that that mdma is connected to
randy's murder.

(sam): Fine.

Let's follow that courier and
see where he's taking the drugs.

(rap music playing)

(nelson): I saw your car
out front.

(elliot): Ah, yeah,
it was a gift.

I was gonna trade it in.
- Nice.

I think it's genius.

No one's ever gonna
pull you over in that thing.

- Yeah, that's why I...
Kept it.

Hey, uh...

Randy's partner, tiggy,
needs to...

You know, talk to you.

- I don't know a tiggy.

- Uh, yeah, she's cool.
She's, like... The brains.

Randy's just the muscle.

- So who has the connection
to buffalo?

- That's tiggy.

She wanted to fill you in
on a few things and...

She told me to give you this.

- Okay.

Thank you.

(dog barks in the distance)

(soft knocking on door)

- wait. Where you going?

Duff, where are you going?!

- Hey. Were you just trying
to deliver those to my address?

- 28? You... Finley silva?

- Yeah, that's me.
Thank you.

(kelly, muffled): Thank you
so much. Oh my god!

Who are these from?

Beautiful!

(door opens)
(television playing)

- layna! Come on!

Get up!
- No.

- Come on.

(television turns off)

you're forgetting that randy was
a horrible human being.

(slurred): Well, I was sleeping
with that horrible human being

for a month, so...

I might've gotten
a little attached.

- Okay, well, he might've got
a little killed,

and now I gotta fix it, okay?

So pick up that snotty tissue

and take the ugly snake
back to your room.

(knocking)

that's probably nelson.
Come on.

Hi, you must be nelson.
Come on in.

(television playing)

- I gotta be somewhere
in a half-hour.

- Okay. We'll make this quick.

This is my sister.

She's a little down because...
You know, randy...

Fell off his perch,
as they say.

But he brought me up to speed
on your business deal.

I know he fronted you
50,000.

I will be filling
randy's shoes.

- I'm sorry.
I... Don't understand.

- Oh...

I thought you'd have heard.

Randy's... Dead.

It's very sad.

But before that happened,

he said that you would be
upping your volume

and we will be bringing
your mdma across the border.

See, randy made this deal
on my behalf.

- Bill misiano gave me
the impression

that he was running things.

- How do you know about
bill misiano?

- I didn't.

Until he reached out to me.

Said that he was randy's
primary investor and...

And that the 50 grand
was his.

- What?!

(sighs)

- misiano wants to work
with me.

Direct.

And I checked him out.
He's legit. So...

I'm not sure what you have
to offer me.

I'm thinking the less people
involved, the better.

(sighing)

but my condolences.

- Aw. Thanks.

I appreciate it.

(door closes)

- what kind of person
leaves drugs on their doorstep

for an hour?

(woman speaking indistinctly)

(kelly): My guess is
that kind of person.

- Oh, girl, we are gonna...
Rave tonight!

- Good thing no one stole
your merchandise.

- Tonight is your lucky night.

'cause you, my friend,
are getting

a personal tour
of where we work.

- Women are supposed
to stick together.

- I don't think that blanket
statement always applies.

- Well, this place is sexist.

And I'm filing a lawsuit.

- So you think we wouldn't have
arrested you for drugs

if you were a man?

- I think a man wouldn't have
spent a night in jail

with nary a tampon to be found.

- I don't think a man would be
able to find a tampon either.

- There you go.

- I was being metaphorical.

- That's probably why
I didn't follow.

- A man wouldn't need
a tampon, would he?

- Gender is more complicated
than that, finley.

You should know better,
you're a nurse.

(kelly): I wonder what your
bosses will think

when they find out you were
skipping work to attend a rave

wearing the worst outfit
in the history of the planet.

And now you've got
a drug charge.

- Okay. This is vintage.
(sam): Is it?

- Yeah. And you're
blackmailing me.

- We're not blackmailing you,
we're offering you a deal.

- Okay. Demanding a benefit
in exchange for

not revealing compromising
information about me,

that... Is blackmail.

- God...

Oh.

Check it out.
It kinda is blackmail.

(kelly): Oh. I don't feel good
about that.

- I don't feel good about that.

Maybe we should...

Yeah.
- Just leave. Yeah.

A criminal record is a bitch,

but I'm sure your job
will be fine with it.

- Wait!

Where you going?

- You don't want to tell us
who the drugs are from,

we got better things to do.

So, we're gonna do it.

- 'kay. I don't know who
the drugs are from.

But I can show you
how I get them.

Phone!

It's all done through an app.

My friend told me about it.

(beeping)

you just order
the sunshine special,

capitalize the es,
like this,

pay through the app,

drugs show up at your house.
Just like that.

(softly): Just like that.

- Just like that.
- No, I hear what you're saying.

- That was a good little
tag-team.

- It was a good little tag-team,
but duff,

I gotta be straight with you.
- What?

- There is no way lorenzo day
doesn't know that his shop is

running drugs if people are
ordering them through his app.

We should've grabbed him and
bodhi while we had the chance.

- Apparently, you're dying
to say, "I told you so."

so just say it.

- I am not a gloater--
- hm.

- And if I was a gloater,
I'd be gloating all the time,

because even though people
doubt me, I am usually right
about everything.

- Oh my god.

You're gloating about
not gloating.

- Huh. That's weird.

Looks like an outside site
has gained unauthorized access

to gaia flowers' app.
- What does that mean?

- Means the app's been
compromised.

It's called
a blunt-force attack.

Someone exploits a loophole
in the app's configuration

so they can manipulate it
to do what they want.

- So... Lorenzo could be
innocent.

Hm. How interesting.

- Okay, well...
Who's doing it, then?

- That's what I'm going
to find out.

(kelly): They deliver
for gaia.

- Yeah, well, they also hacked
gaia's app using an onion site.

(kelly): I'm sorry,
can you translate that for us?

- It means it's fake.

The top layer of the courier
site presents legit,

but underneath, it's linked
to the dark web.

When someone places an order
for a sunshine special

using the flower shop's app,

it alerts the cortina website.

- Okay, well, what about gaia?

- Nah, it just looks like
a regular order to them.

Except the es are capitalized.

(kelly): Oh my gosh!
(sam): Yeah, to tip off bodhi

that it's a drug order.

We saw him put the drugs

in the bouquet
that we took off finley.

- Oh, so he's cortina's
inside man.

Oh, someone just logged on.

(kelly): Wait,
from the courier's?

Well, shut it down,

they'll know we're cops.
- I know.

My ip's routed to look like
it's coming from copenhagen.

They'll think I'm a hacker.
- No, no, don't engage. Don't!

Stop. Don't engage.
Do-don't engage!

- It's the only way to download
what they have on their server.

(beeping)

(chiming)

ah. They're hitting me
with malware.

- Hit 'em back!
(goats bleating)

- they're trying to intercept
the download.

- Oh! Press "escape"! Escape!
- They're trying to kick me out.

- Hit "escape" again!
- Okay.

(kelly): What? They want
to play, I like to play.

(exclamations)
(greene): Okay, okay, okay,

can you all stop pressing
"escape"? Please!

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

(greene): Come on, almost there.
(kelly): You can do this.

(greene): Oh, come on
don't do this to me!

- Whoo!

(chuckling): Now that, that is
a sport that I could watch.

I mean, what a rush, huh?
Am I right or am I right?

- It's not a sport, ding-dong.

If it was, we just lost.

- Not necessarily.

- Did we get what we needed?

- We sure did.

- Boom!
(kelly, softly): Nice.

- I want you to go through this
with a fine-tooth comb.

Owner, employees, everything.

I want everyone affiliated
with cortina couriers.

- Yes. On it.

Wait, wait, why does it feel
like we're just, like,

following orders?

- 'cause he just did
his computer magic.

And he's your boss.
- Yeah, but I...

(whispering): It-it's
still annoying.

- What are you going through?

- I am going through cortina's
transaction history. You?

- Uh, the employee list.

- Well, that's gonna be easy.

Bunch of delinquents
and degenerates.

- Generalize much?

- Reprobates, rapscallions,
hooligans, ne'er-do-wells,

layabouts, scallywags,

all great words,
d'you notice that?

- Sam...

- I was joking.

I'm having some fun.

Remember, it's me,
it's cool, fun sam.

- I don't care about that.

Where did you say your son
got a job?

- I don't know.
He didn't say. Why?

- Because he's on this list.

- That's a mistake.

- I don't know.

How many elliot wazowskis
are out there?

- This is a mistake.
Uh... So...

What are we gonna do?

- No.

You aren't gonna do anything.

- Maybe we could just
take his name off the list.

- Are you really asking me...
To do that?

(softly): No.

- Sam.

- I have to...
- Wait. Wher-where you going?

- I just have to have a minute.
- Sam.

- I just need a minute, please.

I... Will you tell shanks
for me?

And just be the...
W... And because I-I...

Can I...?
I have to have a minute.

(soft music)

- mm!
(cellphone vibrating)

- yeah?
(sam): Steve?

Steve, where did elliot
get his job?

(muffled):
Some courier place, why?

(sam, mouth full):
I can't understand you.

What did you say?
What'd you say?

(steve, mouth full): I'm eating

- listen. Listen to me
right now.

Elliot might be
dealing drugs.

Okay?

So I need you to roll up
your lawyer sleeves

and actually defend someone.

(muffled): What are you
talking about?

- Oh my god, steve, please!

(muffled): I can't
understand one word

that you are saying
right now!

- Hey, did you leave me
weird phone messages last night?

- We need to bring in
wazowski's son.

- Why?

- We're chasing the mdma found
on randy bowen's body.

It led us to...
A courier company,

and elliot's name
is on the employee list.

- M'kay. This... Is fine.

This is gonna be fine.

You keep her away from this.

I'll send hamm out
to pick him up,

bring him down here.

- I don't think this is
gonna be fine.

- It's always fine.
Till it's not fine.

(shanks): Hamm! Where are ya?

(jackie sighs): You don't have
anything in the car, do you?

- Nah. It should be fine.

I think I know this guy.

Hey, uh...

Was I speeding or something?

- No, no.

God, this thing is
really small, huh?

- Yeah...

- Uh...

You're gonna have
to exit the car, son.

You don't have to do that.
Come on back.

- Hey, I'll call you
in a bit, okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, go.

I hope everything's okay.

- Yeah...

- Hey, sam.
- Hey.

We found your name on the...

Uh... Cortina courier
employee list.

- Yeah, I told you I got a job.

- How do you do it?

How do you mess up
every little thing

I have bent over
backwards on?

I work my ass off.

(door closes)
I have given you

every opportunity.

You take it all for granted.
(shanks): Wazowski.

Wazowski!
- What do you do?

(shanks): Wazowski.
Get your ass back in oc!

I'm gonna be taking him
in interview,

and you are not going anywhere

until we find out exactly
how you're involved.

(elliot): Involved with what?
- Go!

(elliot): This is whack!
I need to make a call.

- No, you don't. Give me that.

Hamm, get her out of here.
And you, come with me.

(softly): Come on, sam.
Please.

(shanks): We're gonna have
a little talk.

(door opens)

(woman): Businesses tend to
criticize their competitors.

This is bad form.

Instead, we should praise
our competitors.

Learn from them.
(jackie, muffled): Mom!

(woman): Cooperate with them
to their advantage.

(jackie): Mom!
(woman): It will help you

in the long run.

- Jesus, jackie!

Give me a heart attack,
why don't you?

- The cops just picked up
elliot.

Okay? I don't know what
this is about.

They said they needed
to talk to him.

(exhaling)
(softly): This is about his job.

I bet you anything
it's about his job

with the cortina couriers.

Bet the cops are onto them.

- Okay. Whatever this is about,

this is not good.
We cannot catch a break.

- No, baby.

This is our break.

(shanks): You don't seem
to be the least bit worried.

- Well, I don't really know
why I'm here.

- Listen, you might
pull the wool

over your mother's eyes
on the regular,

but you're not gonna
do that with me.

We're gonna get real.
Right now.

- Okay.
- Okay!

Are you still going out
with that jackie sullivan?

- Is this about her?

'cause she... Has nothing to do
with this.

Jackie's a good person.

I mean... She's amazing,
actually.

- Wazowski!

I know you're not watching.

I know you're not in there,
watching.

Because I distinctly told you
to stay away from this.

- Told you.

(shanks): What's your job--
- come on. Let's go.

- I can't.
(kelly sighs)

- what's the worst
that can happen?

- He can be involved.
- Okay.

(shanks, indistinctly)

so, say that he is.

Does it mean that
you can't love him anymore?

Does it mean that you're
a bad mom?

No.

We can love people who...
Do bad things.

We just...
Can't save them, sam.

Come on, let's go.

(naz): Hey, uh, I found
something on gaia flowers.

It's a... Bill of lading.

A shipment of flowers is slated
to go to buffalo today.

The truck'll be stateside
by sundown.

Question is, are they delivering
drugs hidden in flowers,

or are they just
delivering flowers?

- Look, bodhi malvo took
the shipment order,

so my guess is they're exporting
across the border.

- Uh-huh.

- Randy bowen was probably
the connect.

- Yep.

- So, should we call it in
to fbs?

- No, I want to catch the driver

before he leaves
the flower shop.

- Okay. Let's get these guys.

- Yep.
- I'm gonna go with duff.

- Wazowski, look, I don't think
you should go.

- Please.

Duff, please, I can't stay here.

Hey, look, it's me,
operating in the grey zone.

I'll follow your lead.

I promise.

I promise.
(kelly): Okay.

My lead.
(sam): Yes.

(shanks): ...Blind eye
to anything.

(elliot): Nope.

(shanks): Sit up straight,
for god's sakes.

This is serious.

(knocking)
(door opens)

(nelson): Tiggy?

Wh-what are you doing here?

What do you want?

- It's more about
what you want right now.

Or should I say... Need.

Bet you think you're clever,
side-stepping me,

making a direct deal
with buffalo.

But I happen to know...

The police are onto you.

Your business is busted.

- It was probably the cops
hacking the system this morning.

(nelson, grunts): Goddammit!

- Buffalo's expecting
a shipment, right?

So when that doesn't show up,
misiano's not going to be happy.

Have you seen misiano not happy?

It's not pretty.

But now, your business
is on the cops' radar.

One wrong move, and you all
go down in flames.

You make excellent product.

And I admire that. I do.

And in turn,

I hope you'll respect what
I bring to the table.

Importing,

exporting,

and information.

In the spirit of collaboration,

I'm willing to save your ass.
Of course...

I'm gonna have to renegotiate
my cut. But...

Those are just details.
Right?

(soft, funky music)

- hey!

(kelly): Gtpd!

We have a warrant to search
your van.

- What's going on?

What's going on?!

Hey, careful with that!
(kelly sighs)

- you got anything?

- Not yet. Anything up there?
- Nothing.

- Who's gonna pay for this?

(banging on door)

- bodhi malvo, open up.

- Gtpd. We've got a warrant
for your arrest.

(kelly): There's nothing here.

(sam): This doesn't make
any sense.

Where are the drugs?

(sam): Argh!
- No!

- Great. Hm.

- Must be hiding.

My favourite place to hide
is the dryer.

(cellphone ringing)

- or somebody tipped him off.

(sam): Naz?

- Yeah. Somebody tipped
him off.

- Yeah. I bet I know who.

- Hey, don't go there.

It wasn't elliot, right?

He's been with shanks all day.

And didn't you tell me
shanks took his phone?

It's okay.

Come on.

(city soundscape)

(man): But I wiped it
down clean.

If any mud gets on 'em,
I take 'em off right away.

Because, you know,

there's nothing like clean
running shoes, right?

Ladybug, is that you?

Welcome to buffalo.

- Yeah, it's me!

Disappointed it's not your
new best friend, nelson lam?

- What, are you kidding me?
I'm always rooting for you!

- You should be
thanking me.

If it wasn't for your little
"ladybug,"

nelson would be in cuffs.

The cops are onto his route.

Push came to shove,

nelson would've turned you in.

- Boys, see that? You see?
Are you listening to this?

This is what I'm talking about.
This, right here.

They're so sick and tired of me
going on about

"women this, women that."

none of them voted for hillary.

How'd that work out for you?

- I don't give a damn
who they voted for.

I care that you tried
to double-cross me.

I don't want to work with men
I can't trust.

- Well... Tiggy...

I'm a snake.

It's a fact.

Everybody knows that
about me.

I will take your ear off,

I will take your neck off,

unless you do things for me.

So, the question is,

are you gonna be
my feast,

or are you gonna be
my nest?

Nelson would've
screwed the pooch

if it wasn't for you,

so now, he's my... Feast.

You saved the day, so now,
you're... Gonna be my nest.

(softly): That's it.

It's that simple.

Come on.
Let's go have some fun.

Let's have a good time.
You-you deserve it. Come on.

Come on.

- I needed that.

- You know,
as far as burritos go,

it's, like, it's not bad.

You know?
- Mm.

Your child was hungry.
- Uh-huh.

- I drilled him for hours,
he never cracked.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking
that if he's lying,

he's pretty damn good at it.
- I already know that.

(sighing): Let's just...
Keep an eye on him, okay?

- Okay.

- Eat all of it.

I spent money on that.
(elliot): Yes, ma'am.

(door buzzing)

(cellphone vibrating)
oh, I think that's dad.

He's probably outside. I'll...

Yeah.
- Elliot.

If you have gotten yourself
into something

that you can't get out of,

I can get you out.

(cellphone buzzing)

- I love you, mom.

Okay? I really do.

I'll see you soon.

- Yeah...

(door closes)

- third cousin on your
grandfather's side.

I have to admit,

your commitment to grief
was exceptional.

- I'm detective kelly duff.

- Hello, kelly.

- We're investigating
a courier company

that we suspect is trafficking
illegal narcotics

using your floral arrangements.

- What?

I'm sorry. Am I in some sort
of trouble?

Do I need a lawyer here?
- No. But...

We need to know
everything you know

about the courier that picked up
your latest shipment to buffalo.

- Of course. I'll tell you
everything.

But I was only there
for the second pick-up.

- There were two pick-ups?
- Yes!

Cortina, they called
last minute,

they made special arrangements
to have

the first half of the shipment
picked up an hour earlier.

Look, you see?

My employee, bodhi malvo.

He took care of everything.

- Bodhi...

Give me one second.

Can I borrow this?
- Uh, of course. Yes.

Uh, just...
- Be right back.

- Uh, okay. Uh...

Don't check the messages.

(greene): Did you?

(gabrielle): Do what?
(greene): Did you go?

Mm. On occasion.

- Okay, well,
I better get going.

- So...

That's your new Friday night?

- She could be.

She's not limiting things
to one night a week.

So I snore in my sleep?

You've been listening.

- Oh, I listen.

There's just an awful lot
you haven't been saying.

I didn't know about
your promotion.

You didn't tell me
about your new Friday night.

Anything else
you want to share?

- Honestly,
I didn't know you cared.

- Nice flowers.

Sorry for your loss.

(soft music)

- yeah. So am I.

(sighing)

(exhaling loudly)

(sam): Do you see something?

- Y... I-I'm looking for the
other half of that shipment

lorenzo was talking about.
- Uh-huh.

- Cortina's.

They didn't cross the border,
but look...

There was another shipment
of flowers

that went to buffalo
tonight.

- It was another courier truck?
- Nope.

Sullivan logistics.

Tiggy sullivan's company,

mother of jackie sullivan,

our key informant
on the stockwood case,

and your son's girlfriend.

I knew something was up
with that girl.

I knew it. I knew it!
- No, no, no, no.

'cause... We looked into tiggy.

She was clean.
She was spotless.

- Now, she's about to be
the stain

on both of our
reputations.

(sighing): Tiggy sullivan.
- Tiggy sullivan.