All language subtitles for Pretty Hard Cases - 01x02 - Dealz.NTb+ION10.

You want to sit here?
You gotta pay the price.

Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs!

Detective Kelly Duff, Drug Squad!

I think it's really weird
that we haven't met yet.

Do you mind if I get back
to arresting this guy?!

Are you aware that you
left your son alone

in the residence of a known drug dealer?

Of course not. I left him
with my stepdaughter.

Your daughter was on the scene
and she didn't identify herself.

It's hard to wrangle an 18-year-old.

I have a 17-year-old son so...

Elliot! Would you like me to
bring down the capital G?

- Your gun?
- No! Oh, my gosh, no!

I mean grounded!

You left a 9-year-old boy alone
in Rafi's house with a gun.

Are you saying that we
should cut her a deal?

You know, if she cooperated
and helped us find Rafi.

Rick! What are you doing with Rafi?

Rafi works for me.

Rick was bringing in goddamn drugs,

and we were getting a cut.

Otherwise, my company
would be tits up by now!

- Hands on your head!
- Someone's gonna take Rick's place.

These people, they're scary.

Oh, no, baby.

The scariest bear in the
woods is the mama bear.

Testing, testing.

Donut holes in the house!

Three-pointer coming at
you, boo! You're driving.

Hey! Maybe don't throw
things at me, okay?

'Cause I don't like it,
I never played ball,

- and I hate Frisbee.
- Dang!

- Your childhood must have been bleak.
- It was.

Oh, here's the captain
of the green team!

Smile for the camera.
Hey, tell me something, Jimmy,

why do you boys even need guns?

People don't care about weed anymore.

- People still care about weed.
- Haha! Joking, joking!

Sorensen, get your ass
back to Guns and Gangs.

I'm going! I'm going!

Oh, my God! You look ridiculous.

I look ridiculous? Have you
seen yourself in the mirror?

Hey, listen, I got coffee on my pants;

you, in the other hand, are
dressed in a fast-food uniform.

- The job suits you by the way.
- Policing undercover, it does.

Bank tellering suits you
very well, Granny Panties.

Teller, it's not a word.

Well, you know what is a word? Cocaine.

And here's another word: Burger Bucket.

That's two words.

You know what? Let me string those
two thoughts together for you.

Someone is trafficking cocaine
out of a Burger Bucket

next to a high school,

- so I'm going deep.
- Okay, in my world,

undercover is just a
fancy word for dress-up.

Yeah, well, in my world,

only little girls wear flowers
on their underpants.

Well, is it granny panties
or little girl panties?

Why don't you make up your mind, Duff?

I don't know, how about an overall

people-who-aren't-getting-any
kind of panties?

Hoohoo! Hahaha! Yes!

I gotta show the guys this

and see what kind of insults
they come up with. Haha!

Got it on camera.

Now, I gotta be honest,
you look like a fool.

♪ Nothin' for nothin' leaves nothin' ♪

♪ You gotta have something ♪

♪ if you wanna be with me ♪

♪ Yeah, nothin' from nothin' ♪

- ♪ Leaves nothin' ♪
- What do you want me to do, T?

Hmm?

I don't know, but thanks to you,

Jackie's all tangled up with the police.

Is she gonna have a record?

You better hope not.

And Sol pulled a gun on a cop.

See. Now, you can wash your hands of me

because who knows when
the hell I'll get out of here.

I'll just go back to scrambling to
keep my dad's company afloat.

Kids will never have anything.
No money for college, nothing.

(SIGHING)

Have the Bowens taken over your route?

They're still gonna cut me in?

Buffalo won't work with those guys.

The Bowens are flexing way too
much, plus they're hard-headed.

That's why I import,
and they distribute.

How about I keep it running for you?

(CHUCKLING)

Just tell the guys in
Buffalo it's status quo.

Hey, I got the cube trucks.

I can bring it across myself.

Better for Buffalo if I'm taking
the border risk, right?

You set this up for me,

I'll cut you in.

You want in the game?

Same old Tig, always wanting
what somebody else ordered.

No, Rick. I just want a roof
over our son's head.

And I don't see anyone else
in your visitor log, alright?

Right now, I'm all you got.

Covert Unit's gonna ask
you a few questions,

and then you'll be officially
carded as an informant.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Oh! Just a second.

Uh...

Hey, Elli, what's up?

Your birthday is not
for another six months;

I am not giving you $500.

Well, if he is so great,

then why is he selling his
clothes out of a parking lot?

- I am working, goodbye.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Is that your son?

Hi. I'm Detective...

Detective Braith from Covert Unit.

She's gonna be conducting
your interview.

Nice to meet you.

It's pretty painless.
Just a few questions...

You know, what your involvement
is, all that good stuff.

- I don't know anything.
- Really?

Because your boyfriend is Rafi Bowen

from the Stockwood Crew,

and he is brother to Randy
and Steph Bowen,

and your stepdad is their back end,

so you know a few people,
I am sure. Okay.

I don't know anything else
about the Stockwoods.

I gave you guys everything that I had.

You're so convinced that the only people

who are committing crimes
are from my neighbourhood,

but criminals are all over the place.

Okay, you know what?
I'll take whatever you got.

You know, doesn't have to
be the Stockwood Crew.

Okay. I was at a party in
Rosedale the other day,

and some random girl
shot up the pool house.

But that has nothing to
do with the Stockwoods.

Sounds like a good tip.

Oh, yeah, okay. You know what?

I'm happy to look into
this random chick.

It's Brandy Lynch.
She lives in Summerhill.

Okay, great. I am on
it, unless, of course,

- Detective Braith, if you...
- Not even a little bit.

- If...
- No.

- So...
- No.

Okay, so...

Hey, Detective Nathan Green!

How's Drug Squad treating you?

Uh, it's alright. I'm good.

Are you sure? You don't
need that to keep awake?

- Ha ha.
- 'Cause you know, it's so zzz!

- Hahaha! I'm joking.
- I know.

I'm just having a joke!
You're great at your job!

Okay, I'm just getting a cof... Okay.

Detective Wazowski! Tiggy Sullivan.

- We met last week.
- Oh, yeah, I remember you. Hi.

Yeah. I'm just here waiting for Jackie.

Do you know how long you
guys are gonna be, like,

talking to her for or... ?

I don't know, just like...
as long as it takes.

I get it. I-I would just...

I'd hate for it to get out
that she's helping the cops

take down the Bowens, you know?

I mean, I'm assuming that's
who you're going after.

Which is... good.

- Teenagers, am I right?
- Yeah...

- You have a son?
- Yeah.

Does he get into trouble a lot or... ?

Listen, you just have a great day, okay?

- Okay. Nice seeing you.
- Bye!

WOMAN: You made me get rid of the cat;

- I don't even believe in allergies!
- Angie!

- What?
- OMG.

- "You know, duvets, I'm allergic."
- The burger face side down...

Oh, no flowers, no kittens
or peanuts or joy

or happiness.

That's why we're divorcing!

Now remember, it's one sheet per burger.

No more, alright?
These things cost money.

Saving money,

that's the name of the game
here at Burger Bucket.

- Kelly, meet Chester.
- Hey.

- Call me Kickstart.
- Kickstart, huh?

That's a fun name.

Yeah, I keep telling him he's not
gonna climb the corporate ladder

with a name like that.

But you, you might have a chance.

I'm thinking you might be connected.

Boss usually lets me do the hiring.

Anyway... Chester, you are in charge.

Show Kelly here the ropes, okay?

I'm off to my physio appointment.

I have a repetitive stress injury.

Carpal tunnel. Ah.

Alright, I'll be back in an hour, okay?

I'm leaving my keys.

All righty! Let's talk
deep fryer, shall we?

Ever work one of these babies?

No.

Brandy Lynch.

Brandy, Brandy... You know what?

My grandmother now, she
had a dog named Brandy.

It was a nasty thing. It was smelly.

It got muddy paws on you.
It even ate its own poo.

But even that Brandy would
never endanger innocent lives.

Oh, okay.

Really? It's all on social.
The whole thing's recorded.

I was protecting myself.

Oh, right! By brandishing
a loaded weapon

and just shooting it into a pool house.

- That's protecting yourself?
- But it is if you've met Andy.

- Andy's your boyfriend?
- One of them.

I'm sorry...

... but from where I'm standing,

getting a boyfriend is a challenge,

but, oh, what, you've
managed to get several?

I'm part of a "throuple."

Yeah. Okay, it's me, Andy and Brad.

I tried to end it,

and Andy started stalking me.

What? So you bought yourself a gun?

I... borrowed it to scare him off.

What type of gun is it? Where is it now?

It's a Smith & Wesson.

I dumped it in the lake.

- I got spooked.
- Who loaned it to you?

- A friend of a friend.
- Is she part of the throuple?

A "throuple" is three, so no.

Where did she get the gun?!

I think maybe she mentioned a
dollar store in the West End.

- I really can't remember.
- Okay.

You know what? That's totally fine.
Guess what we're gonna do.

We're gonna pull all
the security footage

from every dollar store
west of Dufferin.

You and I, we're gonna get together,
we're gonna sit down,

we're gonna watch all that footage.

Should only take about... two months.

What? Okay, I have a job.

It's fine. We'll just call
your boss and tell them

it's about an investigation
into a gun that you fired off.

What's her number? Or is it a he?

Okay, I got it from my friend Tabitha.

- Mm-hmm.
- She's actually in Barcelona right now,

and I don't know when
she's gonna be back.

She bought it from... the man in charge

at Dealz Dealz Dealz.

With a Z.

So that's like Dealz Dealz Dealz?

That's... That's a "throuple" of dealz.

Sorry. Ahem! Sorry.

Hi there.

I'm Wayne. Anything
I can assist you with?

Wearables? Sundries? Electronics?

Hi, Wayne. I'm Bianca.

Okay. Uh...

Well, if you need anything,
I'm the man in charge.

Well, okay.

I was just wondering if
you could... hook me up.

With who?

Oh, no. I mean, I'm looking for
what one may call a fire stick.

Oh! So electronics?

No, no. It's more like a... a heater.

Aaah...

- Okay.

Yeah, we don't sell heaters.
We do have fans, though.

We also have special
prices on flip phones

for law enforcement
if... that's of interest.

Oh, well, that doesn't... I'm a teacher.

So that's what I do. It's not...
So... It doesn't work.

- Have a great day. Bye.
- Okay.

And none of my friends like you.

They say you're too nice.

And that just gives me a guilt complex.

- Guilt is not a good feeling, Naz.
- Angie, honey, I gotta go.

- I love you. Okay?
- But we haven't even...

Welcome to Burger Bucket.
How can I help you?

- Hey, yo, Kickstart! What's up?
- Yo! Kelly, break time.

Oh, I don't really need
a break right now.

It's been slow all day. I just...

No, it's policy, you gotta take a break.

Look, I'll even let you take a
good half hour instead of 15.

Deb doesn't need to know.

How does that sound?

Sounds like I'm missing the party.

Hahaha! I'm joking. I'm joking.

- 30-minute break sounds great!
- Cool.

- Yeah.
- Tommy! Cash.

Oh, oh.

Yeah, just...

See you.

Mm-hmm. Come on.

I'm telling you guys;
this stuff's half-price,

you can't get it cheaper.

It's good stuff.

- What's in the bag?
- What? Uh...

Look, they just... they throw
them out anyway, alright?

It's a waste, bad for the planet.

Look, I'm trying to get my
grandmother a new set of teeth.

A few extra bucks on the side.
Please, please don't tell Deb.

Are they fresh?

You can't be selling nasty
old burgers gone bad.

They're not bad, they're not bad.

Just a little stale.

Then I got nothing to say.

Thank you. Yep.

Have a good day. Hi.

Hey. I need your help with something.

You're gonna have to order something;

otherwise, I can't help you.

Okay. I'll have fries.

- One large fry!
- Can I actually have a small fry?

No, it doesn't matter.

How much longer you're gonna be?

It's hard to say.

- This is slow moving.
- Let me help you out with it.

Detective Wazowski!

How are you?

I'm...

- Um, what?
- "Thomas"?

You see anything weird
going on here lately?

- Hmm?
- Uh...

No. It's been pretty normal.

What the hell are the cops
doing here talking to Thomas?

Okay. I'll see you later, Thomas.

Okay, everybody, back to work.

I'm dumping it now.

Okay, so there was just a cop in
here waving her badge around.

Police! Hands in the air.

I'm Detective Kelly Duff,
and you're under arrest.

No, stop that! Don't do that!
No! Stop! Stop! Stop!

No, stop! Naz! Naz!

Call the ambulance,
this idiot's gonna need a doctor!

Why do you put the ketchup on
the side instead of on the fries?

Just 'cause I dip, that's how I do it.

Um, you do that at
fancy restaurants too?

Well, I don't think I would be eating
ketchup at a fancy restaurant.

Okay, Lady Di. Alright,
so what's this about?

Hmm... Schenks wants to
talk to us about a case

- that I'm working on.
- Mhm.

I confiscated a gun
from one Brandy Lynch

who used it to scare off her stalker
boyfriend earlier this week.

The gun was purchased at a
place called Dealz Dealz Dealz.

Why are you saying deals like that?

'Cause it ends with a Z.
It's like dealz times three.

It's owned by Ed O'Farrell
who's turning 80.

And two years ago,

- he hired one Wayne Revenzo.
- Ah, let me guess.

- Wayne has a rap sheet.
- Mm-hmm.

A "throuple" of frauds

- and one theft by conversion.
- Okay, so?

Well, okay. I went in there,

I was trying to seize
him up, and then...

- You reeked cop.
- Yes, which is why

I need you to go in there
reeking like anything else,

which I feel really won't
be that hard for you.

So please...

Okay. Let me call you back.

Tell me this Wayne guy doesn't have
a police officer in his family.

Not that I'm aware of. Why?

The bullet that Brandy
shot into the pool house,

turns out it is a match
for a test bullet

that was used in a crime two years ago.

I'm sorry, I'm confused.

The gun was confiscated
by the Islington Police

who sent it off to be destroyed,

but somehow it made its way
back out and onto the streets.

So now I am worried that we
are dealing with a dirty cop

who is stealing confiscated
guns and selling them.

Duff, get in there and confirm

- that Wayne Revenzo is selling guns.
- Yeah, absolutely.

And then we'll shake him down
for his back end. Really?

We need to tie this up fast.
And keep it to yourselves.

Now, here is everything that I
collected on Tabitha Parnell.

She's your way in.

And, thank black baby Jesus,

- she is indeed in Barcelona.

Kevin's sick. I need to get home

and see what's up!

Keep me posted.

Oh, Kevin, my baby.

- Isn't she a lesbian?
- Yeah.

- Who's Kevin?
- I don't know.

You know what?
This makes me really sick:

Wayne Revenzo selling guns

under O'Farrell's old blind nose.

Noses aren't blind,
though mouths can smell.

Mouths can't smell.

They can taste.

You ever sniff your own breath?

Do you have like...
like any breath mints

or gum or anything?

Sorry, no.

Okay, kids, I'm going in.

- How you doing?
- Hi there.

I'm Wayne. Anything I can help you with?

Wearables? Sundries?

- Electronics?
- Yeah, maybe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Not too fast. Dad, you're okay?

Yeah, terrific.

If you get dizzy again, give me a call.

It could be your, uh... your
blood sugar or something, right?

Not dizzy!

Jesus, you're dizzy.

Just let me do my work, please.

Hey, Wayne.
Keep an eye on him, okay?

Yeah, I got him.

Sayonara, you useless tit.

Where's my, uh... ? Oh.

Why is she not following Wayne?

I said Wayne is the target.

- How are you doing?
- Hey, fine. How are you?

Good. I think you know
my friend Tabitha.

Tabitha?

I told her I had something to trade,

and she told me to come here

- and talk to the man in charge.
- Hey!

You need help, you talk to me.

Ed's the owner, but
I'm the man in charge.

- Right.

Whatever.

We need a plan B.

We need a plan B!

Plus, I need a piece of that gum.

Relax. She got this.

- It's why they call her the Nicholson.
- What?

Jack Nicholson.
Come on, the guy is a genius.

- Hardly.
- Yeah!

No, come on. He has a lot of
charisma, a lot of like gaaah,

but, you know, he plays the
same character all the time.

Plus, why isn't she the "Viola Davis"

or the "Meryl Streep"?

Now, if you told me
this is the Meryl Streep,

I would feel way more confident.

Because she likes the Nicholson.

Haven't you noticed when she says goes?

I know. I've been feeling,
like, really bad for you.

Having to work with her all the time,

you must feel like really
downtrodden, really useless.

It's not how I would describe it,

- but thank you.
- You're welcome.

- I need your popcorn.
- That's...

She's just leaning on the wall.

She's just leaning on
the wall like a... Oh!

Could you just let her do what she does?

Is there any particular reason
why you won't do business

with my employee?

Tabitha told me to come here,

- speak to the man in charge.
- Tabitha?

Yeah. That guy may think that's him,

but I've been around long enough to know

that man is trying way too hard
to be in charge of anything.

Oh, he's young, give him a break.

He is a good kid,
he's got a heart of gold,

which is more than I can
say about my own son.

- So you know Tabitha?
- Yep.

Well. How is it you know Tabitha?

Are you friends with her husband?

What's the story there?

Husband? Nah.

She dated my sister.

- So we keep in touch.
- Oh, you keep in touch, huh?

Yeah. Wishing I was stretched out

on Playa del Bogatell
with her right now.

That's right. Lucky little girl.

Uh-huh.

What can I do for you?

- 9 millimetres, some .50 cal.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, close it up.

- What's your name, dear?
- Kelly.

Why don't you follow me.

There you go.
What did I tell you? Huh?

It's why we call her the Nicholson.

So, Kelly...

... what do you want?

I need a 96 Beretta.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Okay. Pat her down.

Bag. Hands up. I'm gonna
pat you down real quick.

Thank you.

What's a nice lady like
yourself need a semi for, huh?

Who said I was nice?

Okay.

I need it to scare my man, alright?

He won't leave.

I've been with him for 10 years.

I was with my wife for 50 years.

Yeah, but I bet your wife was nice.

No. Fiona was a right bitch.

Did Fiona put a 96 Beretta on you

when she wanted beer from the fridge?

No. She wasn't that bad.

Well, when I needed money for groceries,

a 96 Beretta in my face.

Home late? A 96 Beretta in my face.

I tried to go to the cops,
but they're useless.

Yeah. Ain't that the truth.

Yeah, Wayne, he don't like cops much.

- Do you, Wayne?
- I don't.

Well, this is what you do.

We're gonna hold your ammo as a deposit.

Near 5 o'clock, show up
at this backdoor back here

with an extra grand
in your pocket for me,

and then we can do this.

- Okay?
- Can I trust this guy?

Yeah, you can.

I trust him more than my own son.

As a matter of fact, when I die,

I'm gonna leave him the store.
Isn't that right, Wayne?

I'll call it Wayne's Dollarama.

- Okay, thank you.
- No. Thank you.

I'm the goddamn Nicholson.

I need to figure out how close the
cops are to busting the Bowens.

They say anything to you?

No, they just asked me what I knew.

That Wazowski one's got a son
she can't control around your age.

Name's Elliot, look him up.

Maybe you make friends.

Maybe she talks to him. Who knows?

What the? I can't just randomly
make friends with somebody, Mom.

Unless you cough up some cash.

Okay, come on, Mom, let's get real here.

He's into clothing, right?
Like fashion, hmm?

You want me to link up
with this guy or not?

Detective Tara Swallows, Homicide.

Who found the body?

That'd be me.

Chase, you wanna grab the bio packages?

You were looking to buy drugs?

Guns.

He wasn't selling drugs.

Kelly Duff. We've met before.

- No? Okay.
- Detective Tara Swallows.

This is Detective
Dustin Chase, Homicide.

Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs.

We've also met before.

Detective Ty Nazir.

- We too have met before.

Okay. Um, Kelly was helping us
out on a covert UC operation

- when she found the body.
- Was he dead when you got here?

Did you call an ambulance?

We're gonna have to ask you
to head back to the OCE,

wait for us there. And we're
going to need to seize your gun.

Excuse me?

Curious to know how your investigation

may have led to this guy's death.

I didn't have one on me.
I went undercover to buy...

Happy to cooperate however we can.

Sounds like a random B&E.

- I don't know, might not be...
- We'll get your statement later.

- Okay.
- Now, we're gonna have to ask you

to vacate the scene.

Until we know who's
providing these guns,

we might want to say
as little as possible

- about what we're doing.
- Swallows and Chase,

it's a cheap-ass porno
if I ever heard it.

Hmm...

You don't got much of a life, huh?

You just sit around here all night?

I don't see you going anywhere.

Plus, my son probably has friends over,

and they just really ignore me.

Oh. Just like high school, huh?

Yeah. No.

Oh!

Good. Look,

I was on my way to the
emergency vet with Kevin

when I get a call from Homicide

saying that they've taken over
the Dealz case, B&E gone wrong.

Tell me this isn't a dirty cop.

Oh. We don't know what it is,

but it's definitely not a B&E

because there was no
sign of forced entry.

And if it was a B&E,

it's probably because Ed
O'Farrell is a gun dealer.

Yeah. A gun dealer who
was apparently killed

by a .40-caliber bullet.

Oh, Christ! It's standard police round.

But it's also the same
bullet used in a 96 Beretta,

so... I live in hope.

Okay, I'll get Ballistics
to call when they hear.

Yeah. And we'll pull in
Wayne Revenzo tomorrow.

Maybe he got tired of
waiting to inherit the store

and decided to speed up the process.

No! Leave it. Officially,
Homicide takes precedence,

so stay low, stay quiet
and stay out of their way.

I gotta get Kevin to the
vet. You two, go home!

Come here, Bibi. Come here.

Let's go take care of you.

- Your tummy doesn't feel good.

I'm glad to tell you
that your father's death was quick,

though admittedly brutal.

Any idea who did this?

We're still investigating,
Mr. O'Farrell,

but it appears to be
a robbery gone wrong.

Hi.

Do the robbery ever go right?

It can go a lot "righter"
than it did today.

It's actually "more right."

I mean, it's still an awkward
thing to say, but...

My dad owns a dollar
store for God's sake!

We need to ask him of
his dad's side business.

What is his side business?

We can't say, it's part
of our covert operation,

but we will need a few minutes
alone with Mr. O'Farrell.

I need your help.
- ( Yeah.

I'll do whatever you need.

Are you gonna relay
that information or... ?

No.

Uh, someone
stole a recycling bin, so...

Sorry, where were we?

You're too soft.

Watch me chase this.

This is a matter...

Excuse me. Need a few minutes
to interview Mr. O'Farrell.

- In private.
- I'm Detective Tara Swallows.

I'm in the middle of a
homicide investigation.

Yeah, I know that. We've met.

- I just need a few minutes...
- I don't care what you need.

I need you to leave, I need you
to respect my investigation,

and I need you to turn around
and leave my interview.

Yeah, I respect. I just
need a few minutes...

- Yeah. "I just, I just... "
- Oh!

Do I need to have a firm chat
with Inspector Schenks?

- No, no, no.
- No? No.

- No.
- No.

- Yes. No.
- No.

I didn't think so. I didn't think so.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Why don't you just...

- Can I just ask him one question?
- Absolutely not. Not even one.

Out.

Now where we were?

- So this recycling bin,

what dimensions are we talking?

Oh, it must have been like
really hard to swallow.

Yo! Elliot!

Come play, man. She's not gonna show.

She is. I need the money, yo.

You should just mail her that crap.

- It's not crap.
- I hope not.

- Hey. Are you J?
- Yeah.

Alright.

So this is Highland Collegiate, eh?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Where all the pretty girls go.

Well, not all of 'em.

Here.

Okay. Alright.

Alright, alright. Two bills.

No, 250. I waited in line all day.

Oh, okay, so you like wasting time then?

Yeah. So you don't have to.

Sweet.

Who designed that?

It's... it's nothing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Cool. Well...

Now it's something.

You?!

- You're a cop?!
- Surprise.

The same one you made a
deal with for a 96 Beretta,

and I got it all on tape.

Fine. What? You... you...
you're gonna charge me?

Depends. What can you tell me about Ed?

What about him?

He's dead.

- No, he's not.
- Yes, he is.

I just saw him yesterday.
You were with me,

- what are you talking about?
- Yeah, well, we found his body

in your shop at 5 p.m.
after you closed up

and conveniently took off!

- He's dead?
- He's dead.

Oh, my God.

You're lying.

- Oh, my God! Oh!
- Okay, okay. Alright, alright.

Oh, my God!

Alright, Mr. Revenzo,
I'm sorry to have to do this,

but, um... I need to test your
hand for gunshot residue.

It wasn't Wayne.

GSR's clear, and he has an alibi.

Schenks got the ballistic report
back from Ed's murder.

The bullet wasn't from a police gun;

it was from a 96 Beretta that
was used in a drive-by in 2016,

confiscated by the cops.
Supposedly destroyed last year.

Okay, so what are you looking for?

Just seeing where the guns get destroyed

- once they've left the police.
- Oh, it's Empire Steel on Hamilton.

That's a new contract. Six months ago,

it was Eastern Steel and year
before that, it was King City.

Oh, my God! Okay, pull up...

pull up your bodycam footage.
Do it. From yesterday.

The stuff from Dealz.

It's the stuff from Dealz!
The stuff from Dealz!

- Go into network. Go into network.
- We're networked.

- What are you talking about?
- No, no. Press enter. Press enter.

- Go to... I'm just gonna do it.
- Go right ahead. Yeah, okay.

- Thank you.
- Wayne, keep an eye on him, okay?

Yeah, I got him.

Sayonara, you useless tit.

Paul O'Farrell: sad eyes, sweet face,

you know, really not unpleasant looking.

Jesus, woman, how desperate are you?

Luckily for you I am very desperate

'cause I "zazzed" him
that pretty good look.

Look at his jacket.

Ohhh...

Ahhh...

So your boyfriend here works
for the same steel company

where the police sent the confiscated
weapons for meltdown.

It wasn't a dirty cop.

Ed was getting the guns from his son.

Okay, wait. You don't think
that Paul killed his own dad?

I don't know.

But you're gonna find out.

We'll cut Wayne a deal,

have him call Paul,
tell him that the Beretta buyer

still wants to finish the deal.
You're gonna go in,

buy the gun from him, and maybe
we'll find our murder weapon.

Oh, no. I'm not going undercover.

No, absolutely not. That's not my...

I've been compromised, dummy.

Paul saw me in the interview
room. He knows I'm a cop.

Yeah, but you're the Streep.
You look really good.

- You're the Streep. I'm not the Streep.
- No.

No. I'm the Nicholson.

You know, you're more
like the Pamela Anderson.

But even Pamela can get
the job done in a pinch.

Tits up. (GRUNTING)

This'll be good.

Testing, testing, testing.

Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm Bianca.
What? No, I'm just...

Oh, I'm Bianca. What?
No, I'm... It's no big...

- My name is Bianca.
- Wow.

I'm... It's...

I'm Bianca; how... how does it sound?

- Fake as hell.
- Oh, yeah, yeah?

Look, I'ma say this one time, okay?

If you don't believe what's
coming out your own mouth,

no one else is going to either.

Alright, just be yourself.

- Lean in to what's real.
- Oh, yeah.

Like Len and the Beretta were real.

Yeah, actually, they were.

You had a boyfriend
point a gun in your face?

(SIGHING)

Let's just say there was
enough truth in my story

that the lie was bulletproof.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Here's the money. Let's go.

(WAYNE): Okay, he's not here. He's late.

I cannot wait to turn
you over to Homicide

because they are gonna shred you.

I told him what you wanted.

He said that she was supposed
to pick it up yesterday.

And I can't control what he does.

He said he was...

Hi. I'm Samantha. You must be Paul.

Paul, uh, I told you about Samantha.

Um, I'll let you guys go
ahead and talk it out.

You two, talk.

- Hi.
- Yeah, if you don't mind,

I'm just trying to gather
my father's effects.

Yeah.

Listen... Listen, I'm really
sorry for your loss.

I only met your dad the other day,

but he seems like a
real... like a force.

- (PAUL, SCOFFING): "Force."
- Yeah, so,

well, your dad promised
that he'd help me out,

and I guess that's why
I'm here with the money.

Hey. Wayne said that you'd be cool.

You're too thirsty, Waz.
You're too thirsty. Ease up.

I am offering you a decent
price for this particular item,

and if you're not willing
to make me a deal,

then you're a useless tit.

I should be dealing
with Wayne after all!

What the hell did you call me?

Oh, snap. Nice pull-up, Waz.

(GRUNTING)

I called you a useless tit.

And you're clearly not the
brains of this operation,

which is obviously why
Wayne's taken over.

You have no idea who
does what around here.

Yeah? And what do you do,

except impale potential
customers on what?

A bunch of kitten toys?
Why don't you get off me?!

What do you want exactly?

A 96 Beretta like your dad promised me!

- I don't have one!
- Yeah, well, that's the only one

I know how to shoot because
that's the one my husband had

and that's the one I learned on.

And now my husband's gone,

so is the gun and so is my son.

And I'm alone and I hate it.

Like, I really, really hate it.
But that is life, right?

You work like a dog to provide
everything for your family,

and then what?

Because who says that that
family is gonna stick around.

Because husbands leave and kids
grow up, oh, and then what?

You're left without hobbies
or friends or interests

except in the family that
just left and the job

that you're eventually
gonna retire from.

No, I don't want to be alone,
but if I have to be,

well, I need a gun for protection,

and I need a gun that
I am familiar with.

Everything I have is in my car.

(NAZIR EXHALING)

Let's go.

Got the money?

Here. You can count if you like.

Something's off here.

How did you know that I wasn't
getting the store from my dad?

What?

Yeah. And inside, remember,
you said you knew

that Wayne was taking over.

How did you know?

Your dad told me.

Really?

- Huh!
- (COCKING THE GUN)

In a business meeting about guns,

my son-of-a-bitch father told you

that he was giving the store to Wayne?

'Cause he only told me yesterday.

Hey, I get it.

I mean, if my dad was giving away
my inheritance to some loser,

I would be like way pissed.

You're wired? Trying to get
a confession or something?

Nah. I think I'm just gonna
leave that to Homicide.

Because you see, Paul,

you might have one gun on me,

- but there are two on you.
- What?

I said, "You might have one gun on me,

but two on you!"

- (DUFF): Police!
- (GRUNTING)

Ugh! Aaargh!

Stay down.

Paul O'Farrell, you are under
arrest for selling illegal weapons.

I am pretty sure this is the same gun

that you used to kill your father with.

We're just gonna let ballistics
be the judge of that!

I got him. Come on!

Okay, okay. The Streep, not bad.

I don't know. I think I'm more
like the Daniel Day Lewis

where like, I know, like the
Daniel Double D Lewis!

- No.
- Wooo!

- Okay, okay.
- Did you see that?!

I saw it, it was good,

- but this moment, this moment...
- Yes!

- Yeah!
- Calm down.

- Undercover!
- Just calm down. Deep breath.

Deep breath. Yep.

Undercover!

Woohoo!

Yeah.

(DOG BARKING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

MAN: This is the Lakeshore
Detention Centre.

- Do you accept the charges?
- Yes, I'll accept the damn charges.

- You're connected.
- What did they say?

You're in.

Messiano's intrigued.

He says he likes working with women.

Buffalo is gonna give you a try,

but you've got to keep the status quo.

You just need to keep
the same distributors.

You talked to the Bones yet?

No, but I will. Don't worry.

Seriously, thank you.

Hey, Tig, these Buffalo
dudes, they, um...

(BUZZING)

Just... just don't thank
me yet, alright?

(SIGHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

♪ I don't wanna listen too closely ♪

♪ To a single word you told me ♪

- ♪ Every time you approach me ♪
- Hmm...

What are you doing here?

Well, it's not Friday, yet you texted.

Ah...

Must have been a moment
of weakness, I guess.

Which is why I ran over.

Alright.

You're a Friday-night thing,
Nathan, don't get any...

Okay, but it's Thursday.

What's up?

(EXHALING) I don't know. I don't know.

♪ I'm so afraid of intimacy ♪

I need to shake some things off.

Hold up. I'm gonna keep my shoes on

'cause it's my house, it's my rules.

You're just gonna take
my shoes off in my house?

Yeah, okay, but it's hard for me

to love up your feet
with these things on.

Well, nobody asked you
to love up my feet.

- They probably stink.
- (NATHAN SNIFFING)

Nah. Smell good to me.

Come on now, why are you lying?

Babe, I'm not lying.

I said they smell good... (SNIFFING)

- ... to me.
- ♪ All real enough to know ♪

- ♪ That you won't understand me ♪
- (DUFF CHUCKLING)

(DUFF SIGHING CONTENTEDLY)

- Oh.
- How's that?

Oh, my God! I feel so good.

♪ 'Cause I'm dead set,
don't trust in me ♪

♪ Honesty is better
when it's practised ♪

♪ 'Cause no love is perfect for me ♪

♪ Don't stress your
confidence in subtleties ♪

♪ 'Cause no better half can satisfy ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

I thought you were in bed.

Nah, I was just working late.

Went undercover, and
I got a guy for murder.

You know, I don't think that's
too bad for a nerdy old lady.

Bet you wish I was like a cool mom,

one of those hippie artist types.

Nah, you would be a terrible artist.

Yeah, but all you kids, you hate cops.

I mean, it's still badass.

At least, you're one of
the good ones, right?

Yeah.

- Night, Mom.
- Night.

♪

Hi.

Hey.

Is your mom gonna come in?

- Nah. Nah, we're good.
- Good.

She's gonna be asleep
in like five minutes.

Good.

'Cause I wanna know
everything about you.

(ELLIOT CHUCKLING)

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