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Just grab it. Come on, what are you doing?

Come on, you can do it. Just grab it!

Look at this guy.

Here.

You knew.

You knew!

It is right here.

Come on, man, class is gonna be over?

Do you want it or not?

- Hey! - Jerk.

You just assaulted me.

You slipped, Brett.

Gotta work on that agility.

Losers.

See you around.

Let's get outta here.

No friends around this time.

Let's just get this over with.

Oh, it's not happening now.

You'll never know when it's happening.

But trust me.

There's nothing you can do to stop it.

How about this?

We fill all the basketballs with cement.

When someone throws one to Brett,

he'll drop it and crush his foot.

Yeah, that's... that's a great plan.

Where are you going?

You're grounded, remember?

Nancy will kill you if you don't come straight home.

She's not gonna do anything.

You know, she just needs that foster care money too much.

Want me to tell her you got detention?

Okay! I'll tell her you got detention.

Whoa!

Thanks, jerk!

Hey, are you okay?!

Hey! Hey!

- Chad. - What?

Chad. Monsoon.

Mon- Monsoon.

Hey! Hey!

See if you can find anyone in Porpoise Bay to cover.

Try Larkin.

Oh, no.

Well then bring in- bring in Gainer.

Okay. I'll be there in 15, 20 minutes.

I hate this.

Coffee with me?

Feeling so damn helpless.

I'm sorry.

More staffing issues.

Well, uh, we were already short-handed.

Now we're down an arm, too.

Well, if you stop being so heroic.

That was all the help we had.

Yeah, hugely expanded policing district

and no money to pay the officers needed to cover it.

Karl, the new budget will pass.

Oh, my god, what happened to you?

Uh, Karl's been up in Pender smashing down doors.

Hmm. Don't you have minions to do that for you?

Yeah, I wish.

That's every police chief's dream.

Spare minions.

Oh!

Oh... it's the mayor.

And it was shaping up to be such a lovely afternoon.

Cassandra Lee.

Ah, Cassandra. It's Christie.

I was just talking about you.

Listen, I need a volunteer.

The committee safety meeting.

Something came up. I'm at the hospital now.

One of my long-time patients isn't doing so well,

but somebody has to--

I'd be happy to.

You would?

Oh, well...

Excellent.

No small jobs.

Uh, town hall, boardroom...

presentation by the Gibsons Safety Society.

And knowing the GSS, I'm assuming that it will be

separated bike lanes and handrails down School Road.

That's not a bad idea.

Well, it's an expensive idea, so don't make any promises.

Uh-huh. Uh... what time?

4:00.

Oh, okay.

Well, that sounded promising.

Uh, yeah. I have, uh...

two hours of work at the library, so I gotta go.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

I'll ask Phyllis when I need help with the bathroom.

Hmm.

I'll be fine. Just go.

Okay.

- Love you. - I love you too.

Alberg.

Where?

Hey, Corp?

You have plans this weekend?

What's up?

Cameron called in sick, I need to replace his shift.

You have plans. Okay. Never mind.

Sarge, you can't keep covering for everyone.

I'll take the shift.

What have we got?

Uh, looks like a body dump gone wrong.

The vic wasn't as dead as his assailant thought.

Jack Coutts, 42, gunshot wound to the chest.

Paramedics are trying to stabilize him for transport.

He gonna make it?

50-50.

Who's the kid?

He's the one that found him.

Yeah. Elliot Gifford, 16, foster kid,

lives with Nancy Hopkins, 1750 Gibbs.

It's just up the road there.

So, the kid's walking down the road.

He almost gets run over.

He describes the vehicle as a blue pickup truck with...

What does that say?

Err... that's your handwriting.

Uh... Coutts--

Coutts Landscaping on the side. We put out a BOLO.

Kid continues on, he finds Coutts in the ditch.

Coutts grabs him and mutters... "Chad Monsoon"

and then passes out.

Kid thought he was dead.

Chad Monsoon?

I already checked the computer.

There's no one in the area with that name.

I don't think there's anyone on the planet with that name.

Take Elliot to the station. Do a gun residue test on him.

We're not gonna find anything.

He's got blood all over his hands.

He doesn't know that. Let's see how he reacts.

After, I want you to go to the Coutts' place.

That could be our crime scene.

On it.

He's stable! We gotta roll.

I'll follow them to the hospital.

No, no, no, no.

You've been there enough with that wing.

I got it. I'll go.

The bullet ripped him up pretty bad.

We're taking him into surgery.

When can I talk to him?

Not for a few days, at least.

I need you to get me that bullet.

I'll do my best.

Excuse me. Hi.

I'm Ryan Coogan. Jack Coutts' emergency contact.

You called me?

Mr. Coogan, I'm Sergeant Sokolowski.

Is Jack all right? What happened?

He's been shot.

Oh, my god!

H-how bad?

Doctors are doing everything they can.

Mr. Coogan, I need you to come down to the station with me.

Chief Alberg will want to talk to you.

Yeah, of course. Anything to help.

This way, please.

How do you know Jack, Mr. Coogan?

We met in bereavement group, me and Jack.

We've been friends ever since.

Bereavement group?

My best friend died... Jordan.

And Jack's daughter, Anya.

She was hit by a jet ski...

five years ago.

Jack's had trouble letting go.

Can you think of anyone who might've wanted to hurt him?

Jack?

No.

I mean, if anything, people feel sorry for him.

We were supposed to meet for lunch today,

but he canceled last minute.

And then the hospital called.

Did he ever mention a Chad Monsoon to you?

Never heard of him.

Excuse me a sec.

- Alberg. - Chief...

I'm at the vic's place.

The truck is here, and there's movement inside the house.

Wait for backup.

We don't have the officers.

I got this. - Be careful.

I'll keep you posted.

Afternoon.

Why don't you tell me who you are

and what you're doing?

I wasn't robbing Jack. I was looking for my paycheck.

I work for him.

This is Sergeant Sokolowski.

Apparently, I am your backup.

A witness spotted your truck speeding away

from an incident earlier.

It wasn't me.

If it was speeding, it wasn't Jack, either.

There's more than one truck?

Shouldn't that be on your computer?

I'll check it out.

What time did you start work today?

Oh, my god.

I arrived at 8:00.

I got the keys and my assignments from Jack.

He asked if I could handle a couple extra jobs.

He said he needed to run a personal errand.

Did he say what that errand was?

Jack keeps to himself.

Anyone else we can talk to? Girlfriend? Wife?

No. He's single.

I suppose you could talk to Ryan.

Ryan Coogan?

I take it you two don't get along.

His hippie Zen BS gets a bit annoying.

He hides rose quartz around Jack's place

to absorb and redirect his rage.

Coutts Landscaping has two trucks.

We could've cleared this all up by now

if you'd just talk to Jack.

Jack Coutts was shot this afternoon.

He's in hospital.

He was shot?

Doctors are doing everything they can.

Oh, my god.

Jackson, bring her in.

That's Chad Monsoon?

Thought she'd be a dude.

Is she the driver of the truck that almost hit you?

If I say yes, can I just go home?

This isn't a joke, kid. I'm not laughing.

Like I said six times...

I was walking down Gibbs, truck whipped around the corner.

I jumped out of the way and I never saw the driver.

And... and that's when I found the guy.

He said Chad Monsoon and passed out.

I called 911. You guys showed up.

The end.

That's everything that happened?

Yes!

Look, I really need to get home.

I'm gonna catch hell from Nancy for being so late.

- Your mom's on her way-- - She's not my mother.

Mine's dead.

So is my dad.

Car accident, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Thoughts and prayers.

A patrol car found Jack Coutts' stolen truck

parked behind the grocery store.

Coutts' wallet and cell phone were on the front seat.

Wiped clean of prints.

We're working on a warrant for the phone records.

Security cameras?

Nothing useful.

Nicole sees Jack at 8:00 AM.

He tells her he's taking a personal day.

All three of her job sites confirmed her presence.

She tested negative for gunshot residue.

Elliot tested positive.

Oh, but it could be secondary transfer.

He did provide first aid.

It'd be easier if we had a weapon.

Yeah.

Jack texts Ryan at noon, tells him he's canceling lunch.

Then just after 4:00 PM, Elliot finds Jack shot

on the side of Gibbs Road.

Chief Alberg.

Oh, that's good to hear, doc.

I'll send someone over. You too.

Jack Coutts survived surgery.

They retrieved the bullet.

I'll make sure forensics gets it.

And, uh, park a uniform outside Jack's room.

We don't want his shooter coming for round two.

Chief...

Elliot Gifford's foster mom, Nancy Hopkins, is here for him.

Had any luck with Chad Monsoon?

Surprisingly, that Internet search resulted

in zero pornography.

But also zero leads.

Unless your victim was referring to extreme weather

in Central Africa.

Let's bring Nancy Hopkins in.

Cut Nicole loose.

And as we can see on slide 82,

the safety enhancements are cost effective,

attractive and a small price to pay to ensure

that tragedies like Donald Truscott's recent fall

are a thing of the past on Gospel Rock.

Are we done?

Unless anyone has a question.

Great presentation, Miranda.

Even better than last year's.

But what do you think about my proposal?

Food for thought.

Councillors.

I have a couple questions if you have a few minutes.

Yes.

I've been doing some research

uh... on that stretch of highway out to the ferry.

Where Lauren Park died.

Yes.

I went to high school with her.

I've been...

I've been thinking about Lauren a lot lately.

Lauren's death was a tragedy,

and one that could've been avoided.

Well, maybe we could compare notes sometime.

Tomorrow afternoon, 1:00 PM?

Okay, thanks.

See you tomorrow.

Okay.

How much trouble is he in?

Well, actually, he may have saved a life.

He called 911, he performed first aid.

When did you start fostering Elliot?

A year ago.

But he's been in the system just over six.

His behavior, ever show signs of violence?

Absolutely not.

Elliot's quiet.

He prefers to be alone. He doesn't have many friends.

Avoids attachments.

Actively sabotages them.

We do our best.

I'm sure you do.

Thanks for your time.

Isabella, can you track down the contact info

for Jack Coutts' ex-wife?

Of course.

I wasn't shoplifting, I was using my pockets

'cause there weren't any baskets in the store.

Shoplifting?

Laila?

You're a cop?

You two know each other?

Sort of.

Apparently not.

Can we just get this over with, please?

Friend of yours?

Ouch!

Cruiser's outside.

Miss Coutts, when did you last see Jack?

It's Parkinson now.

I remarried.

After the accident, I couldn't stay in Gibsons anymore.

Jack couldn't stand to leave.

He said it was abandoning Anya.

I hadn't heard from him in four years,

till the other night.

He called you?

He left a message.

I can play it for you.

Please.

Shelley, I found him.

I finally found him.

Him?

I think he meant the man who killed our daughter.

Okay, uh... so, I talked to the store owner,

and he agreed not to press charges on one condition.

Press charges for what?

You stay away from his store.

I should be the one pressing charges,

starting with unlawful confinement.

You know he locked me in his bathroom?

I did you a favor.

Vanessa, can you just...

Can you please go?

Don't you get how embarrassing this is?

I walk in and my friend is in handcuffs.

Girlfriend, actually.

I work here.

I didn't do anything!

That's your version.

You really are a cop, aren't you?

Yes.

Uh, Nicole can't stand him.

- Who? - Ryan Coogan.

Hippie BS.

Uh, that's what she told the Sarge.

You okay?

Yeah.

Is that a gun?

What the hell are you doing here?

I saw you sneak out.

- That gun is so cool. - Stay away!

Where'd you get it?

You didn't shoot that guy?

Don't be stupid.

I found it when I found him.

I stashed it before the cops got there.

And you didn't tell them?

What do you think?

Look, I'm leaving, okay?

I got cousins in New Hampshire.

Sweet! Can I--

No, you can't come.

I'll think about it.

I could be like your wingman.

I said I'll think about it.

Come on.

Let's get back before Nancy notices we're gone.

Can I hold it?

It's not a toy, Greg.

And you can't tell anyone about this.

Got me?

Promise.

All right.

Come on.

I can hear you breathing.

Your brush strokes are keeping me awake.

I couldn't sleep so...

You have painkillers.

Yeah, but then I can't think.

I'm halfway useless with this arm.

At least from the neck up, I can still do my job.

The case?

A man obsessed.

Huh?

Yeah, him too.

Who is he?

You should let people see these.

They're really good.

And...

he's gone.

Yep. Same place.

Look again. Anything different?

What exactly am I looking for?

Uh, something that should be here, but isn't.

Something that shouldn't be, but is.

Whatever.

What? It's something I learned from my boss.

That.

Jack's corkboard, it's usually covered in classified ads.

Classified ads for...?

Jet skis. They're all gone.

Used jet skis. It's kind of--

He's got this obsession.

Because his daughter died in a jet ski accident.

His daughter was run over.

You never caught the guy.

Messed up the investigation.

I wasn't here five years ago, so...

I can't comment.

Some weekends, that's all he does.

He just drives up and down the coast,

looking at used jet skis.

Forensics got back to me.

The bullet they pulled out of Jack Coutts is a 38-caliber.

The slug is intact.

They say if we can find the gun, they can prove a match.

Given Jack's obsession with jet skis,

I decided to check the online marketplaces.

I found three listings, all listed before the shooting.

You gonna answer?

Uh, no. Just...

just personal.

Um, one is in Earl's Cove.

The next is in Pender and... and the closest in Garden Bay.

Go shopping.

All right.

I always wanted a jet ski.

I know this place.

The summers, we're out here every weekend

'cause of the parties this jackass throws.

Chad Wilkinson.

Chad... any chance he's related to Chad Monsoon?

Brand new.

You here about the jet ski?

It's not this one.

I'm selling the old one out back.

Hello, Chad.

I know you, you're the fun police.

Sergeant Sokolowski, Corporal Jackson.

Anyone come by to have a look?

There was a guy a few days ago.

Said he'd be back with the cash yesterday,

but then he ghosted me.

That's the guy.

So, do you guys want to see the jet ski?

That baby is why I'm selling this old one.

Don't let the size fool you, she's got it where it counts.

Bored the cylinders for more horsepower.

Custom paint.

Custom decals.

This baby's blessed.

Yeah, it's a real killer.

I'd like to have somebody come down and take a look at it.

A mechanic? Sure.

Forensic tech.

Get a CSI unit down here.

I'll tell Chief that we found Chad Monsoon.

Hey, we need a forensic tech...

Forensics asked me to thank you, Mr. Wilkinson.

That custom paint job made it easy to match your jet ski

to transfer evidence collected during Anya Coutts' autopsy.

You mean the girl that was killed in the water

five years ago?

The weekend that you're talking about was the Fourth of July.

I had hundreds of guests at that bash.

Any one of them could've hit that kid.

So, unless you have a photo of me

on my jet ski at the time of the accident,

I think we're done here.

Sit.

Jack Coutts, the father of the girl,

The guy you identified as a potential buyer

was shot yesterday with a 38-caliber pistol.

Our records show you have a 38 special.

That gun was stolen.

Stolen?

Four years ago, at least.

Now, you didn't think to report that?

I know.

I was an idiot not to.

But that's all this is, is a case of negligence.

Actually, it's a case of manslaughter

involving Anya Coutts.

And attempted murder for her father.

I never left my house.

And we're supposed to take your word for that?

Yeah.

I mean, I'd like you to.

Let's start with names.

All the guests at your party.

That was... five years ago.

And you're willing to help and assist in any way possible.

Write up.

Fun police.

To date, I have identified five critical risk areas.

School Road.

Crescent Beach undertow.

The cliff diving site at Eagle Falls.

The backcountry skiing at Dakota Ridge,

and of course, Gospel Rock.

This is certainly comprehensive.

Did you take this photo?

Uh... yes.

Shortly after Don Truscott's tragic passing.

And this bouquet?

They were already there.

I assumed they were there in Mr. Truscott's memory.

There was a bouquet like this at Lauren Park's shrine.

Um, these...

little white flowers.

Do you know what they're called?

I can't say that I do.

Hmm.

Can I take a copy of this?

My research?

Absolutely! I... I also have it on digital.

No, actually, just a copy of this photo.

Thank you.

Have a great day.

What's wrong?

All good, sir.

Personal stuff?

It's nothing.

Uh, personal stuff is never nothing.

Trust me.

Hey, boss.

Check this out.

- Ryan Coogan? - Yeah.

Photos from that Fourth of July party.

See?

Told you he was there.

And how long have you and Ryan been friends?

Ryan and I were friendly, not friends.

His buddy, Jordan Fitzsimmons and I... uh...

You and Jordan Fitzsimmons what?

We did business sometimes.

What kind of business, Chad?

How does that Fifth Amendment line go?

I'm only interested in finding Jack's assailant.

If you weren't the one who pulled the trigger.

Okay.

Well...

so long as I have immunity.

Yeah?

Jordan supplied...

substances for my parties.

And once, I couldn't cover my bill,

so he traded me my gun for it.

I thought you said the gun was stolen.

I wonder what else he's been lying to us about.

- Hmm. - Stand up.

Get up!

I am booking you for manslaughter

and attempted murder.

You said I had immunity!

I said no such thing. Did you say anything like that?

No.

I want my lawyer!

Okay, you'll get your lawyer. Let's go find him.

Hey, girls! Check him out!

Are you gonna do something about it?

Come on, do something.

What?

Ugh!

Let's go.

You gonna do something?

Come on!

Do something, come on.

What?

Hit him, Elliot!

He deserves it!

Hit him!

Elliot! Get him!

Elliot.

Come on.

Elliot.

Chad's in booking screaming about his rights.

You think he's our guy?

A gun.

What about it?

Hold the fort.

Oh, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Greg!

Hi, Cassandra.

I got your text.

Here's that photo you asked for.

Amazing. Thank you.

Ah, yeah.

Do these flowers look the same to you?

What are they?

Enchanter's Nightshade.

I've never heard of it.

Yeah, I looked it up.

It symbolizes revenge.

- Revenge? - Yeah.

In The Odyssey,

Cersei uses Enchanter's Nightshade

to turn Odysseus's crew into pigs.

They disrespected her hospitality.

That's a weird flower to leave in a bouquet.

A-ha!

Well, whoever did,

do you suppose they knew what they were saying?

Who would wanna get revenge on Lauren?

She never hurt anybody.

And anyway, her death was an accident.

- Right. - Same as the Truscott guy.

And plus they were 25 years apart.

It is a coincidence.

It has to be.

Right?

I stopped by the school to talk to you.

They said you left early.

Yeah. No, I just...

...wasn't feeling well.

Get in.

Get in.

They told me you had a mix-up with Brett Holman.

That... that never happened.

You're lying to me.

You know what a tell is?

You rub your forehead every time you lie.

It's fascinating.

The body can't help but want to tell the truth.

What happened the day of the shooting?

We can do this here or at the station.

Please. I... I really need to find Greg.

There was a gun at the scene, wasn't there?

By the road when you found Jack Coutts?

Look at me.

There was a gun.

I never saw a gun.

Where's the gun now?

I never saw a gun!

Okay. Well, we're going to the station, kid.

Greg has it!

Greg?

Look, I was just walking along, okay?

All right, first I saw the guy, and then I saw the gun.

Hey! Hey, you okay?

Hey.

Chad.

- What? - Monsoon.

It was in the ditch next to him.

And I tried to help him, I called 911, but...

All right, yeah. I stashed the gun, okay?

But I went back later to get it, and Greg knows.

I think he stole it from my locker.

You brought a gun to school?!

This is Alberg.

I need you to put a BOLO out on Greg-

What's his last name?

Hoyseth. He's 13.

Greg Hoyseth, 13 years old.

Approach with caution, he may be armed.

Wait, don't say that! They might hurt him!

Okay.

You bring a gun to school, and now you're worried

about people getting hurt?

I need to protect my officers. You're coming with me, kid.

Chief Alberg said that I could bring this by.

And when I hear that from the Chief, I'll let you in.

Uh...

Thanks.

Just came by to check on our boy.

He's better, I think.

I heard the doctors saying they may actually wake him up

from his coma next day or two.

That's so great.

So, you just... hanging around?

That's what most people do when someone they care about

is in the hospital.

But I guess a rock works.

Take him to holding.

Wait, please, Chief!

You have the right to remain silent, use it!

Okay, so the Hoyseth kid, spotted here, here, here,

in that order, and then... poof.

Another possible sighting near Labonte Park.

Mayor Holman's house is on Bay Road?

Yes, it is.

Her son, Brett, bullies Elliot.

Go.

Okay, you're with me.

Hey!

Leave Elliot alone!

Is that, uh, cap gun supposed to scare me?

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Oh, my god!

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no! No.

Put that down! Put that down!

Oh, put that down!

Thank God!

Hey! Right... right here.

Point it at me. Point it at me.

Go inside!

Attaboy.

I... I was only trying to scare him.

You did a hell of a job, son. A lotta people are scared.

No, no, no! Stay with me. Stay with me.

Put it down.

Put it down!

I can't.

My finger's caught.

Okay, put your hands above your head.

Really, really high. Spread your fingers.

There you go. Stay just like that.

Go get it.

Go get it!

This is gonna hurt, kid. Don't move.

- Ow! Ah! - Clear!

Sergeant.

Thank you.

- Thank you, thank you. - Okay. Okay. Okay.

If anything had happened to Brett...

Yeah. All due respect, Mayor...

there's reports your son is a bit...

Trust me, I know.

The principal has me on speed dial.

But... he's my son.

Thank you.

Kid's gonna peak in high school.

Damn it.

But what Jack's been through,

I mean, my heart goes out to him.

I had a hard enough time when Jordan died,

but I... I don't think I could survive if I...

lost my daughter and... and my marriage.

You know what?

I'm gonna get myself a coffee.

I need to get to work.

Can I leave this with you?

I'll make sure he gets it.

I appreciate it.

Everyone out!

Officer, I'll need your help.

Please, right now. We have to evacuate.

Okay. Exit that way. Go, go!

Registration matches. It is Chad Wilkinson's 38.

This is a prelim report from forensics.

They only found two sets of prints.

Greg Hoyseth and Elliot Gifford.

Ah, it's a dead end.

Yeah.

Chad Wilkinson trades his gun to Jordan Fitzgerald.

So he claims.

Jordan's dead.

Yeah.

Ryan Coogan,

he told me his friend passed away.

Jordan.

Forensics, they dust the bullets for prints?

No, not yet.

Chief, dispatch is reporting a fire alarm at the hospital.

Who's guarding Jack's room?

The picture I just texted you, that's Ryan Coogan.

The rock guy.

You see him, you bring him into custody.

He was here, but he left just...

before the fire alarm.

I'm sorry.

Hey!

Hands up!

You hit Jack's daughter with a jet ski

and took off.

No! He was my friend. I'm not a bad person!

No, I would...

There were so many people at that party.

He found that jet ski.

He drove out to your house.

He put it up for sale last week!

Jack, you... you can't know.

It's the one. I found the guy!

Then go to the cops.

Let them deal with Chad Wilkinson.

Chad?

I never said his name.

You knew!

It never happened.

The gun was Chad's. Then it was Jordan's.

It was never mine. I hate guns.

Forensics dusted the bullets inside the chamber.

They found your prints.

You befriended Jack to stay close to him, didn't you?

You wanted to make sure he'd never find out the truth,

and in case he did, you'd be the first to know.

Was it a thrill to pretend you were his friend?

I want a lawyer.

Oh, you're gonna need one.

You're damn lucky no one got killed.

Why don't you just lock me up, then?

Throw away the key.

Sounds like everyone would be a lot happier.

Yeah, that is one road.

You brought a gun to school.

You're gonna be charged. Okay?

What happens after that is out of my hands.

Isabella has a cousin who works in Child Services.

He might be able to steer Elliot back to you once he's released

if you're open to it.

Thank you, both.

Of course.

What about Greg?

You know, it's my fault he's in trouble.

He's a... he's a good kid.

He was...

He was just trying to stand up for me.

I wish this had a happy ending, son, I really do.

Hey, boss.

About time.

I wasn't sure you'd be here.

Well you texted, so I answered.

I'm glad.

And I'm sorry I wasn't upfront about being a cop.

You're right. I should've told you.

I didn't shoplift.

I believe you.

Um...

Hi.

I am Laila Jackson, and...

I'm a cop.

Vanessa O'Keefe.

I fix bikes.

So, how the hell did you become a cop?

My dad was a cop.

Oh.

Did... did you get along?

Yeah, I loved him.

Past tense.

Huh.

Mine's... alive. He's okay.

My mom, I could take or leave.

Dating a cop?

Well, there's a first for everything.

Yeah, well...

You have your good points.

You know, for a stormtrooper.

Okay.

So, um...

How was your day...

Officer?

Honestly? Uh...

not great.

Um, something bad...

happened to, uh, my partner a few years back, and...

... and I got reminded.

He...

...he got shot.

Oh, my god.

How was your day?

Your project, roadside memorials,

are you still working on it?

Oh, totally.

There's more of them than I expected.

You're wondering if there's others

with the Enchanter's Nightshade.

I would love to see what you have.

Well, there's a bunch more photos in my room.

If you can stand the squalor.

Dad?

Aye aye.

Do you need help with...

Taking them off is easy.

Putting them back on again.

You know what, next time, use a battering ram.

Or better yet, use Sid.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm just grabbing her photos.

- Thank you. - I'll be right back. Yeah.

We ordered pizza. Decided we couldn't wait.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

Uh, mostly my idea.

You are a great artist, Karl. People should know that.

I don't paint for anybody but me.

Listen, I appreciate that you like it.

I... I do this to...

process my days.

I do it to see, you know, not to be seen.

And anyway, I'm the Chief of Police.

What if you weren't?

I don't know, figure skater.

Seriously.

Uh...

Well, if I was smarter, I'd probably be a doctor.

Better with my hands, a mechanic.

I'd wanna fix things.

If I wasn't a detective, I'm not sure I'd exist.

I mean, I could be a dog walker. I'm pretty good at walking.

Karl, you're an artist.

And you're a good one.

It's one of the things I love about you.

I love that we're saying that.

Hm? That you're an artist?

No, the other thing.

You want me to take it down?

Nah, maybe I'll get used to it.

I love you, too.