All language subtitles for Pretty.Hard.Cases.S01E07.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-NTb_Track04

- I saw the
surveillance footage.

The de angelis case...

(man): Okay, okay, not moving.
Not fighting.

(kelly): The 10 seconds before
I came in...

(keegan): He was guilty
and he's in jail

because of us.
- But you beat up a kid!

And then, you lied about it
and you put me in a position

where I can't protect you.

- Okay, just because there's
a job opening up,

it doesn't mean that you need
to get into your head

that you don't deserve
the promotion.

- You actually think
you have a chance.

It's still a man's world,
sammy.

- You belong on a street team.

- Hey, if I'm old enough
to spend the night in jail,

I can make my own decisions
about where I want to live

and who I want to date, right?

- He'll be back.
This'll blow over.

- Your boy isn't gonna
become trouble,

is he?
- No. He won't.

- You brought a cop's kid here?
Now, I'm gonna need

some assurances.

Now, your fingerprints
are all over that thing,

and that burner is so dirty

you're gonna be attached

to everything that it's done.
(laughs)

- what is wrong with you two?

(layna): We're on molly.
You want some?

(randy): We need to go
into business with this guy.

- Buffalo just fronted us
10 keys.

I want to move more,
I want to play it safer.

We need a better
distribution plan too.

(randy): Yeah. I know a guy.

His car wash could use
a cash injection.

- Okay, you trust him?

- I don't trust anybody.

(kelly sighing)

- ah! You slept out here
rather than come to bed.

What's that about?
(sighing): I didn't sleep.

- You still stewing
about keegan?

- I don't know why
I didn't see it.

- You did see it.

You just learned to ignore it.

Yeah, we normalize things
so we don't...

Spend all our time in a rage.

- I keep going through it all
in my head.

Every case we worked together.

What did I miss?
What did I... Ignore?

What did I let happen?
- Oh, come on now,

none of this
is your fault.

- You can't know that.

- But what I do know is you did
the right thing last week.

Not everybody
would've done that.

I gotta go, I got a meeting.

- Alright. Sorry I wasn't
the greatest company.

I'll make it up to you Friday.

- I... Actually can't do Friday.

- Why not?

- I have plans.

- What sort of plans
do you have?

You got a software convention
or something?

A board game night?

- I have a "none of your
business" sort of plans.

- Okay, so that's how
we're doing it?

- That's how you doin' it.

You're the one who insists
we are not a thing,

we are not exclusive.

(scoffing): I gave you a key.

- A key is not a commitment.

(sighing): So...
You have a date?

On our Friday?
- Listen...

If you ready
to be real with me,

I will cancel those plans
right now

and it will be our Friday.

But if you want status quo,
my fridays are mine.

(sam): I am possibly
the hardest working person

in this building.

I have an excellent
track record.

I am organized, some people
actually call me meticulous.

I'm sure you're aware
that I led the team

that took down the saints,

and I am almost there
with the stockwood crew.

We actually just took down
stef bowen.

- And what about his brother,
randy?

- Randy bowen, well, I would
like you to know that

we have a lot just of...

Very huge amount of evidence
against him.

Plethora... Of evidence.

We have a warrant out
for his arrest.

- But you don't have him.

- That's correct.
We don't have him yet, sir,

but we will have him
so very, very, very soon.

And we will probably
have him by the time

that you make
the decision about the job.

Which is when, by the way?

- Friday.

- If you could get him
by Friday,

probably deserve the job.
(shanks and sam chuckle)

- you're right, I would.

Guess who's bringing him in
by Friday?

This lady.
You want to know why?

'cause I love bags and
putting men in them.

I'm gonna have randy in a bag
by Friday.

I'm gonna hand him right to you.
And you'll be like,

"thank you for that bag."
and I'll be like, "no problem."

love it. Thank you.

(uptempo music)

thank you.

(cell phone ringing)

- hi, bill.

(bill): I'm sitting here,

staring out at the falls,

I gotta say, it is still
something else.

Next time you cross over,
you come see my pad.

It's got a great view.

- I bet it does, bill.

- That said, the one thing
canada's got over the us,

you got a view of the
american side of the falls.

Now, I might be
the minority,

but I think it's much more
spectacular.

(splashing)
business coming along?

Must be if you've got time
for a bath.

- Yeah. It's terrific.

Shop's up and running,
everything's going great.

- Ah! Then I assume I'll be
seeing repayment any day then?

- We should be able to pay you,
in full, 200,000, next week.

Bill?

I-I mean, next week
the latest.

Could be as early as Friday.
- Friday's great.

No, Friday is great.

- Okay.

Friday it is.

(sighing)

(music continues)

- mm! Wazowski!
- Hi.

- How that ds talent show go?
- Don't. Please, don't.

- What?
- Shh.

- Why you whispering?
- Because it's...

(muttering): ...Private!

It went really well.

Super. Excellent.
Two thumbs up.

I just have to prove myself
by Friday,

so I need to... Or we need
to get randy bowen.

- That's a pretty tall order.

There's been no sign of him
for weeks,

how the hell we gon' find him
in two days?

- 'cause nothing motivates me
like a deadline.

- Not me. Deadlines
are like ultimatums.

And I hate ultimatums.

Alright, naz,
what'd you find us?

- Okay!

(beep!)

- alright. Looks like some
auntie's banged-up hooptie.

- Sure, if your auntie's
a coke dealer.

(sam gasps): Wow!

Check it out...
(kelly): Oh, yeah!

I've seen those before.

Audio guys put those in
with the speakers.

Take your custom-built key fob

- boop boop - pops right open.
(naz): Yeah.

Uniforms found the vehicle on
the side of the road last week.

Impound guys found the soft
this morning

when they were taking out
the stereo for resale.

- Who owns the vehicle?

(naz): That, detective,
is why you're here.

Ah. It's registered
to gertrude bruce.

She died last year.
She was 85. No next of kin.

- I thought you said that you
found it last week.

- We did. Here's the thing:

She just so happened to live
on the same street

as your boy randy bowen.

- Yowza! Really?! Are you...?

Okay, you see, you want it,
you will it.

It's from the secret,
you should read it.

Was there any prints?
- Wiped clean,

but we are trying. Now,
we can trace the serial number

of the stereo to find out
at least where it was installed.

We found this,
under the seat.

I think it's antibiotics.

- Can't lie, bacterial infection
says "bowen" to me.

(chuckling)
(naz): Label's faded,

must've gone through the wash.

But forensics is trying
to crack it now.

One last thing...

You're gonna love this.

One black bandana.

- Oh... Yes, please.
(kelly inhales)

who's disgusting little hairs
are these?

Huh?
- Ew.

- Yeah. Randy bowen.

One more point there.
- Yeah?

- What was that about
a tall order?

- Fine. Don't get too cocky,
waze.

A lot can happen between
today and Friday.

(sam): Okay.

We have surveillance footage
on randy's home,

randy's place of business...

- Every hooters in
a five-mile radius.

- All his local hangouts.

There is no sign of him
anywhere,

but my theory is

he is using his minions
to keep the business running

and then, he stole poor
gertrude's car to get around.

- So bowen crashes his ride,

then skedaddles before someone
can call it in.

- Hey, sam, I found
that stereo guy.

Sounds like he's in demand.
No record.

But the guy's tricked out half
the sports cars in this city.

- Lemme see that.

- Pretty sure I said sam.

- What? Are we in grade 2?

Oh... Or is this
about keegan?

- I'm sorry, is somebody
speaking?

'cause I hear something...
Annoying.

(sam): Hamm!
- Fine, go ahead, be that guy.

- Or you could be the guy
who finds out

who prescribed the antibiotics.
Thank you.

- What? So everybody knows
I reported keegan?

- Hey, let's just give them
something else to talk about.

(softly): Duff!

So, hey, our stereo guy?
It's one jean-michel navarro.

- Oh, man.
Are you kidding me?

- You okay to go to
your grandma's for a few days?

- Can I bring my video games?

- No!
- Yes!

- You've got better things to do

than sit around playing
video games.

- Take it.
I know you both love chinese!

- We don't need your money,
thank you.

I'm gonna teach you
how to bake lasagna,

and then, you're gonna help me
clean out my storage room.

Okay?
(whispering): Sorry.

(sol sighs)

are you ever gonna give me
a chance?

- Probably not.

The more he's with me,
the better.

(cell phone ringing)
(tiggy sighs)

- bye, baby!
(door closes)

(randy): Hey.
- Hey.

We need to pull
a payment to misiano.

- Well, why?
- Because he's getting antsy.

What? We don't have
enough money?

- We got enough money.

- Then we're paying it back.

Tell all your guys to settle up
before Friday,

I don't want to
drain the cash flow.

- Yeah, yeah.

I got it.

- Was that tiggy?

Randy, I don't feel good
about this.

- What's the combination?
(sighs)

come on, babe!
Don't make me wait.

- It's probably 10-31-01.

(clicking)

(sighs)

- why do you have a snake
in here?

- Oh, we just brought her
to the vet.

The poor little thing is sick.

- Does tiggy know you're digging
around in the safe?

Huh?
(randy sighs)

- what do you think?
- I mean...

You're her partner, right?
So, I'm sure it's totally...

Yeah, it's totally--
- yeah!

(all laugh)

- it's totally fine, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Listen, ernie,

I need to bring a couple guys
over on our new project.

So where's snug?
Is he around?

- Uh, sure, if you want your
crew unsupervised all night.

- Right. What about danica
or maybe dean?

- Dean's in charge
of operations

I mean, danica's
your best runner, I--

(randy groans softly)

I mean, I could give
you guys leon.

- Leon?
- Yeah.

- I don't know leon.

No. I don't want him.

Let's roll, baby.

Take her easy, ernie.

(door slamming)

- randy!

Tig doesn't want to sell
mdma, okay?

She doesn't want to go into
business with another stranger,

she's gonna to kill us
if she finds out.

- She's not gonna kill us,
okay?

She's gonna want to kiss
my balls

when she sees
how good of a deal it is.

- Well, let's just
explain it to her.

- Well, you might be her bitch,
but I'm not.

- I'm not her bitch.

- Are you my bitch?
- Oh, shut up!

- Are you?

Say it.

- I'm your bitch.

- Good.

Now let's get mercedes back

'cause I got some business
to do.

- Navarro!

- Hey! Hey!

So...

- 'sup!

You a cop now, huh?
(kelly chuckles)

I don't get it,
you were always so cool.

What happened?
- Hey. Should I lead this one?

- No. Navarro used to date
my little sister

when she'd visit from new york
in the summers.

- Adriana duff.
- Uh-huh.

- Everybody wanted
to get with her,

but I was the lucky one, right?

- Yeah. You had a car
and no record,

you were a catch,
my friend.

(navarro): Hm!

- Mr. Navarro, did you install
a stereo into this vehicle?

- Look, I can't remember
every ride I've worked on.

- Do you remember randy bowen?

Because we have reason
to believe

that he drove
this vehicle.

Very, very recently.

No?
- I don't...

- Okay. How about this?

You and I, we just peruse
your files together,

see if that doesn't
jog your memory?

- Look, I work freelance.

This might've come to me
through ritz motors.

I sometimes get referrals
from there.

- Okay. Does the secret
drug-trafficking compartment,

does that come with the stereo,
or is that just an add-on?

- Hold up. That's what
you all here for?

You've gotta be kidding me.
Look, I swear to god,

I would never install something
if I knew it was for drugs.

- Really? Okay. So you do
install the compartments,

what I'm wondering is, what
did you think they were for?

- I don't know.
Computers, laptops, cell phones.

Stuff you don't want
your girl to find.

Look, lady,
I don't ask questions

and I can't afford
to turn down work.

I got two daughters,
single dad.

C'mon duff, you know
I'm not the type.

You would've never let me
date adey

if you thought I was
too street.

- You were okay.
- Yeah, well...

Probably helped that you
threatened to smash my head in

if I broke
your sister's heart.

You know, come to think of it,

this whole cop thing's not
too much of a stretch after all.

- Alright.
Good to see you, jean-michel.

Thanks.
- Yeah. Good to see you too.

- Duff.

You know your friend back there
is lying his butt off, right?

- What are you talking about?

He just gave us the lead
for ritz motors.

- How many drugs have been
hidden in those compartments?

How many guns?

Duff, how many lives
could we save

if we take down a guy like that?
- Yeah,

but we can't prove that he knew
it was to store drugs and guns.

All kind of reasons
people hide things.

- Oh!
- Especially in neighbourhoods

you've never even been to,
except to wear a vest.

- Yeah? If he does know,
guess what?

We can charge him
with conspiracy to traffic.

- Just because he doesn't
trust cops,

doesn't mean he's a criminal.
- Yeah?

And just because
he's your homeboy,

doesn't mean he's not one.

- Really?

- Wo-- okay, I would
very much like

to retract the word
"homeboy".

- Yeah. Consider it retracted.

- Thank you.

- Hey, snug, randy was by
looking for you.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

- Is he coming back?
- Probably.

- Oh, then I'm getting
outta here.

(both laugh)

I'm not, you know...

Alright...
- Snug, you little bastard.

(ernie): Welcome to
ritz motors.

How can I help you?
- Hey. Uh...

I... Have a dent in my car.

- Okay. Bring it in Thursday.
- It's... Well, I'm here now.

- Yeah, sorry,
we're swamped today.

- You're swamped?
- Uh-huh.

- Wow. This is swamped
for you?

And you didn't even check
your computer screen

or your schedule...

Make more of an effort
if you want my business.

- I guess I don't want
your business.

- Well, uh, I think I need
to talk to the manager.

- Lady, I am the manager.

(classic rock playing
in the shop)

- you gave the man an ultimatum.
- Uh-huh.

- He didn't bite.
- No. Guess what? I don't care.

Because someone named
randy bowen is showing up

and we're gonna be here
to catch him.

Yes!

- You realize there's

a gazillion randys
in this city, right?

I mean, I've booked
four this year.

- I know. But realistically,
snug only knows one, maybe two.

- Okay, well, say it is bowen,

he could pop up between
now and never.

We could be here all night.
- Exactly!

And that is why
I brought us some lovely snacks.

Would you like a beer?
- No. I'm working.

- It's non-alcoholic.
Come on!

- Ugh. All the calories without
the pesky buzz, huh?

No thank you.
- You want a finger sandwich?

I got cucumber and...
And cream cheese.

- No, I cannot eat cream cheese.

(loud crunching)

let me ask you something.
- Sure.

- Why did you wanna be a cop?

- Do you know how much
law school is?

- No.

- It's a lot.
It's a lot, a lot.

Also, I think...

I really just wanted to help
keep people safe.

You are looking at
riverside prep's

longest-serving hall monitor.
(kelly chuckles)

I know. I loved it so much.
I still have the sash.

- Of course, you do.

Do you feel like you're
doing that, helping people?

- Yeah. I do.

Like, every gun we get
off the street,

every asshole
that we put away.

I believe people should pay
for their bad choices.

- Yeah, but some people, that's
the only option they have.

Not everyone gets a buffet of...
All-you-can-eat choices.

- That's fair.

How 'bout you?

Why'd you want
to become a cop?

- Would you believe it?
Knight rider.

(laughing): 'cause you wanted to
have a magic car for a partner?

- Yeah. You can program
a magic car to be quiet.

Plus, rocket boosters, baby.

(sam): Oh...
Duff, check it out.

Look at that red beater,
look familiar?

(camera clicking)

- oh, yes, it does.

Hello, dean.
Welcome back, danica.

Wow. Out on bail a week, and
she's already back in the game.

- Yeah. Still no randy.

- Yeah, but it's a helluva lot
of stockwoods.

Nice!

(suspenseful music)

(sam sighs)

(kelly grunts)

- if you want to nap,
you just go ahead.

- No, no, nope.
I'm good. I'm good.

You look tired, though.
Why don't you go ahead and...

Close them for a minute?
I got this.

- It's okay. Four eyes
are better than two.

Except if you're a kid

and you wear aviator glasses
and headgear,

and some really mean, mean,
mean girl called

maxine blanchard calls you
terrible names

like four-eyes
and head gear.

- Oh my god, that's terrible.
- I know!

- I could've come up with
much better names than that.

Like zippy lips, speccysam,
white urkel.

- Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.
- Ugh. "did I do that?"

(both chuckling)

- I wasn't, like, really popular
with the boys back then.

- Oh yeah? How different
is that from now?

- Yeah, it's not...
Very different.

Ugh...

How 'bout you and nathan,
what's going on?

(exasperated exhale)

come on, give me some of that
sugar, spill the tea...

(sing-songy): Give me some sugar
and spill the tea. Duff!

I'm gonna be straight
with you.

If I had someone like that,

that was really nice, and like,
reliable and handsome,

if I had that, I wouldn't be
hemming and hawing.

(sam exhaling loudly)

- cheese grater. Magnet mouth.

Ooh! Ooh! Wirezowski.

- Okay! That's...

(kelly): Your new name.
(sam): It's not. Please.

(soft indie music)

- how many breakfast sandwiches
are you gonna eat?

(song continues on car radio)

- I only have, like,
two left.

- Do you always eat
when you're stressed?

- I've never been...
This stressed before.

(sighing)

it's kind of my first time
having my fingerprints

on a murder weapon.
- Elliot...

I got you into this,
I'm gonna get you out. Okay?

Okay?

I promise.

(kelly sighs)

- you two get any sleep
last night?

- Oh my god, no, we've been
chatting like two best friends.

First, I started with
my teen years...

Then I moved into my twenties,
which was, like,

a super, super
fun decade,

and then, into my thirties
which is, like, a little bit
more tragic.

- Oh, hey.

What's up? I didn't
hear you come in.

- Any sign of randy
overnight?

- Nah, just his crew.

- Yeah, but that's no problem.

Because we-we have one more day.

Guys? Guys, we have
one more day...

Wait a se--
duff?

Check this out,
the red junker's back.

- Danica needs her car washed
after one night?

Either she lives a dirty,
dirty life, or--

- there's something going on
in that car wash.

- This must be how stockwood's
pushing their product.

- Yeah. The runners, they go in
for a scrub, and then they...

Pack as much cocaine as
they can into their hidey-holes!

- You are a lawsuit
waiting to happen.

- What?
- How fast can we set up

an undercover job
to prove this theory?

- I don't know.
Depends how dirty your car is.

- As dirty as you want it to be.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. We get
10 bucks an hour, plus tips?

- Yup.

- Looks like we score, huh?

(sam, over earpiece): Sure did.

Okay. We just have to catch them
handing off the product,

and then, we can take down
this whole operation.

- Yo, lady!

Put some elbow grease into it.

Listen, if you wanna play,
you don't get the pay.

Capisce?

(ernie, over radio):
You no speaky no english?

- Oh god...
(ernie): Huh?

Hello!

- I don't think
she speak asshole.

- What did you say to me?

Yeah, well, whatever.

Just shut your pie holes,
and scrub-a-dub... Beavers.

- That guy's a dick.

- Uh-huh.

(suspenseful music)

(coughing): Danica's back again.

(sam): How many times can
she wash that thing?

- Alright, we're going in,
keep your eyes on dean.

(engine turns)
(kelly): I'm on it.

I knew you were in on it, creep.

Alright, dean's got the soft.

(sam): Copy that. We're inside
and right behind danica.

(sighing)

this is nice!

- What?
- Like, I love a car wash!

- Me too, actually.

I brought my first girlfriend
through one

so I could kiss her
with nobody seeing!

- Oh my god!
Okay, wow!

That's really...
Is that, like, because...

You were embarrassed by her
or it's...

Because like, oh, you're like,

"oh my god,
this is so romantic."

- I was just shy.

- Yeah, like, I don't think
it's romantic, either,

I was just saying that...

- Jeez!
(imitating a horn blaring)

hey!
(danica): Long time.

You look good, bro!
- Thank you.

I'm feeling fresh out here,
you know what I'm saying?

(danica): Yeah.
(sam): Duff?!

Do you have eyes on the coke?
(ernie): Hey, cutie pies!

Bathroom floor needs a mop.
Right now.

- Oh my god!

- Come on! That guy again?

- Hey, and just so you know,
boys around here,

they shoot sideways.

Inside! Now!
(kelly): Yeah, yeah.

No, I'm sorry. Oh,
whoa, whoa, whoa, look! Look.

Two dudes just went in there,
they looked real sketchy.

They looked like they foreign.

They foreign!

- Yo, some sketched up shit
going on here.

Just take the thing.
(danica): Alright.

- I'll catch you on the flip
side, alright?

- I got you.
- See you later.

(sam): Did you see it?
Did you see it?!

Duff!

- Alright. Tell breann
I saw the handoff.

Danica is headed her way.

- Hey, lady, what was
that about?

Where the hell you going?

- I'm gonna enjoy taking down
your racist, misogynistic,

power-tripping, stupid ass.

- Licence and registration,
please.

- Yo, I didn't do anything.
You're wasting your time.

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

- okay. One moment.

Hey. Wha-what am I
holding her on?

I can't search her
without an arrest.

- Oh, right, uh...

Danica's conditions for release,
they include a red zone,

a restricted area or something?
- Yes, they sure do. Nice!

Stockwood central.

- Oh, yes, thank you.

Okay. Step out of the vehicle.
(clears throat): Please.

- Are you serious right now?

- Come on.

You broke bail, kiddo.

- Ugh!

- Okay, will you quit waving
that fob around

like you're casting a spell?
- Oh!

(grunting and sighing)

- duff, are you sure,

like, really sure that you
saw dean hand off to danica?

- You've asked me that question
five times now

and my answer is still
yes, I am sure.

- Hey. Would you two quit it?

As soon as ritz finds out that
danica's in custody,

the whole operation's blown.

- You have to trust me, alright?
There's coke in there,

we just have to find it.

What--

just give me this!
- What?!

Where are you going?

- I'm gonna talk
to jean-michel alone.

- Why?

Because you think
he doesn't want me there?

- No. I don't.

- Well, that's rude!

- Hey, uh...
What if he's home?

- This is gonna be
a whole lot harder if he's not.

- What is?

- I'm going to remove
the muffler from my car.

- Why?

- Because there's nothing
that randy loves more

than explaining to somebody
how to fix a car.

You are going to ask him to
help you tie up the muffler

while I hang back,
say I have to pee,

and hopefully, the gun is still
in the drawer

so I can wipe it off...

And we're golden.
- Okay. Uh...

- So, if you double production,

we'll take care
of any extra costs

and exporting to the us.

Then, we'll just split
everything fifty-fifty, clean.

- I gotta say, I feel like
a real gangster,

talking business with
the infamous randy bowen.

- As I say, I have sampled
your product,

and it is pretty solid.

- You should come see
my warehouse.

I've got a sweet set-up.

I got two of my engineering
buddies

to come set up special
voltage stations, generators,

air circulation--
- but I am gonna have to have

a couple of my guys thrown
in the mix, of course,

you know, just to keep
eyes on the prize.

- Who did you have in mind?
- I don't know.

Still working on that.
(knocking on door)

one minute.

(randy exhales slowly)

hey.
- Hey, randy.

- 'sup?

- Oh, sorry to interrupt,
we just--

I got uh,

my muffler on my car is--
- come on in.

Come on!

Here they are now,
two of my finest minions.

This is nelson lam.

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

You want to do the deal,

these two are going in
as my eyes and ears.

I got reason to believe that
they'll never double-cross me.

- Uh...

What am I supposed to do
with them?

- I don't know.
Make 'em your guards.

They can shoot people
when they get out of line.

- Whoa!
- What?

- We're not being your guards.

- You'll do what I tell you.
- Or...

I can use more drivers,

but they have to be able
to get around undetected.

- No, I like my idea better.
- Yeah, you don't look like

you know downtown well enough
to be a driver.

N-no--
- hey, man.

- No--
- the fastest way downtown

from here isn't kipling,
it's dale avenue,

at... Glen road.
There's a little alleyway there,

it gets you right there.

And... Uh,

everyone thinks islington's
the best road to take

during rush hour,
but it's actually royal york,

'cause everyone thinks
it's gonna be so packed.

- How do you even know this?

- Yeah, I-I stole my dad's car
when I was 16

and he just... Made me work it
off delivering law contracts.

I know the city like
the back of my hand now, so...

If you need a driver,
I-I can drive.

(clears his throat)

- okay?

Okay!

We got ourselves a deal.

Put her there, partner.

(chuckling)

(navarro sighs)

- listen, I gotta take the girls
to soccer tonight, uh...

And I'm "snack dad", so--
- alright, well, help me out,

make this real quick.

- You gotta be kidding me.

(exhaling loudly):
What, you think every car

with a compartment in it
is mine?

- Come on, navarro,

don't make me pull
your client list, man.

We both know what trouble
that could spell for you

if word got out.

- It's why I know
you wouldn't do it.

You might be with the feds now,

but you're still kelly duff.
- I'm detective duff.

And right now,
you're under suspicion

for conspiracy to traffic.

- I don't get how you can
wear that badge

after everything the cops
did to our neighbourhood.

How many kids from school
are behind bars

or never made it
to graduation?

Not to mention your brother!

- No, those kids are why
I wear my badge.

There was nobody
protecting them.

Nobody protecting us!

At least I can try.

So... Are you gonna make
this easy for yourself or not?

- Come on, you know
it doesn't work like that.

It's hard either way.

- I'll go get started
on that warrant then.

(soft music)

- wait.

Gimme the keys.

(sighs)

under the front seat's
a pressure sensor.

The door's gotta be closed
for it to work.

Then, you turn on the defrost.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Swipe the fob key
across the air vent,

and press this button
right here.

That opens the stereo.

Compartment's in there.

Here. Hold on.

- That's one helluva gizmo.

- Oh, hell yeah.
Check it out.

It's got insulation,
waterproof lining, the works.

- Alright, so how much
volume we talking?

Could it fit my glock?

- Ten of them if you wanted.

These babies can hold six keys
if you pack 'em in it ri--

- six keys, huh?

- Nah, what I meant
to say was...

That's just what I heard...

- You should've stuck
to stereos.

Wazowski.

I know how to get at the drugs.

- Okay! Clock's ticking
on this one, people, so...

Who are our targets?
(kelly): This is dean.

He's the point man,
passes out the product.

This guy runs the place. Ernie.

Saw him hand the soft to dean.
- Who's the guy in the middle?

- Navarro, our compartment whiz.
(shanks): So, he's involved.

- Well, it's not really illegal

to install a compartment
in a car.

- Unless he had
knowledge of usage.

Are you saying he didn't?

- I me--
there's no proof he did.

- Okay. For those of you

who do not know this charming
fellow, this is randy bowen.

If you come across him
during these raids,

you're to report directly to me

or to detective duff.
- Or me!

- Never to him.
- What?

- No, thank you.
Just... Right here.

(woman): Okay.

(uptempo music)

(tires screeching)

(horn blaring)

- oh! Hey!
Oh, hey.

(naz): Police!
(sam): Nobody move!

Detective wazowski,
you're all under arrest!

(kelly): Hands where
I can see 'em!

(sam): I said, "nobody move!"
(naz): Don't you move!

- Don't move!
- Hey! You heard her!

(man): Get your hands up!
(naz): Don't you move!

- I said, "nobody move!"
(man): I got a runner!

- Turn around! Turn around now!
(man): I'm not moving!

(man): Go get him! Go get him!
(siren wailing)

(grunting)

(dean): Argh!
(hamm grunting)

- nice move.
- Thanks.

I call it the hood slide.

- Everybody calls it
the hood slide.

- You thought I was great
with a rag, huh?

Well, guess what?

You gonna love how I handle
a pair of cuffs.

(sam): Okay, everybody,
bring it in!

That's right, listen up,
you are all up poop creek,

however, if you want to talk
to me about randy bowen

or tell me where he is,

I can say that you
were cooperative.

So, if you would like
to just give me--

oh yeah, you can't because

you're all in front of
your colleagues, so could y--

just give m-- give me a sign!

Something really subtle.
No one will know.

Maybe one of these.

If you do that, I will know.

Anyone?

Anyone?
Anyone know anything?

Would you or you?

Were you crossing your--

anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone...

Please tell me someone...

- No.
- Anyone?

- Nope.
- Uh!

- And one guy sobbed
like a little baby.

Ah. I hate when they do that.

Look, we blew up stockwood's
main distro system.

We just gotta bide our time.
Someone will eventually crack.

- Yeah and then,
randy bowen will be gone.

- Well...
- Happy Friday, wazowski.

Oh, hey!

Wasn't today the day that you
said you were gonna find bowen?

That's a tough break, kid.
(clears throat): Well,

thank you for
the fake support, hamm.

- Oh, I believe you mean to say,
"thanks for the fake support,

detective sergeant hamm."

search and seizure,
ritz motors.

This reptile crate.

Close to three hundred grand
in the safe,

and our runner...
(snaps fingers)

...Had a half-key on him.

- Wait. Please tell me
that it's empty.

- No. It's not.

Actually, what we, uh,
have here...

Is, uh... An incomplete shed.

Uh, the poor thing
must've been sick.

- What makes you say that?

- I've been trying to get over
my ophidiophobia,

so I've been doing a ton
of research on snakes.

- Duff! Randy bowen had a snake.

The amoxicillin
in the car...

Yes! Okay, that is why

hamm couldn't find the doctor
that prescribed it.

- 'cause maybe it was a vet.

- How could you let this happen?

The ritz was clean,
it was working!

You got the money out, right?
- No!

The cops got everything.

- What are you saying?

- Everything gonna be fine,
alright?

We just need a few days,
that's it.

- A few days to get
two hundred grand?

How you planning
on pulling that off?

- Look, I diversified,
alright?

I invested in the molly.

I told you, synthetics
are the way of the future.

And this nelson lam guy's
stuff is grade-a.

Here. You should try some.

Just to loosen up a little bit.
You're stressing me out.

And tell layna, mercedes needs
to have plenty of fluids.

- Where the hell are you going?

- What do you mean?

I'm going underground
for a few days

until we get
misiano's money sorted out.

- Don't you dare leave me
with this mess on my hands.

Hey! Goddammit,
turn around right now!

- What am I gonna do
sitting here, tig?

I need to go on the streets.

- Nice day, huh?

- Bill.
What are you doing here?

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

It's Friday!

Thought I'd save you the trouble
of... Bringing it to me.

(bill): Huh.

- Nope.

- Hey.
- Huh?

- This clinic filled
a prescription for amoxicillin

last week, for one
antonio montana!

(sighing): So randy
likes scarface.

(chuckling)

guess we all have
our aspirations.

- Yeah, and ours
is about to be realized.

Mouth rot. Oh my gosh!

Poor little thing, did he happen
to leave an address?

Yes! Thank you so much,

you're so wonderful!
- Yes!

- You're like,
the best vet ever!

- So, I dropped by
ritz motors today.

I wanted to see with my own eyes
tiggy's "brand-new system."

going gangbusters, right?
That's what you told me.

Thing is...

The place...
Was just crawling with cops.

Yeah, like...

...Cockroaches.

(exhaling abruptly)

this is...
This is awkward, right?

- Alright, look, bill... Okay...

This is just a minor setback,
we'll recover everything.

And you're gonna get
your money,

you just gotta chill out--

- you know what I like
about women

is they don't have machismo.

Women have marianismo.

Sounds italian, right?

I think it's actually spanish,
I'm not sure.

Either way,
it's the opposite.

"purity and moral strength."

moral strength. Now, we know
most women... Ain't pure,

we know the majority of women
don't have moral strength,

but at least
you don't have machismo.

(whispering): That's why

I was rooting for you.

I usually have good instincts.

My grandmother was psychic.
(randy): Really?

That's actually cool.

I mean, I-I think I'm psychic
sometimes, to be honest.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean... It's like I can
see things comin--

(gunshot)
(grunting)

(tiggy gasps and screams,
loud sob)

- did you see that coming?

Could you feel that coming?

(sobbing): Bill, please!
Please, you don't wanna do this!

- Technically,
this isn't my job.

It's beneath me now.

But my ma,

she always said, my ma,

"you've gotta clean up
after your messes."

I mean, not literally.
Just an expression, you know?

I mean, I got people
for this.

- It was randy.

Randy is the one who left
the money at ritz, okay?

Not me, I was good,
we were good, I had a plan...

- Ah, yeah!
(whimpering)

ah yeah, that's machismo.

All day long.
(tiggy sobs): Don't.

- I kinda like this one.

It's nice.
(tig): Please, please,

I'm begging you!
(sobbing)

please!

- Don't make me out to be
the bad guy, tiggy.

Don't do it.

I took a chance on you.

I thought you were
something.

I'm sorry, kid.

I really am.
- Just wait.

You want your money, right?

Best mdma money can buy.

Complete grade-a,
that's all I'm hearing.

Synthetics is the future, right?

I just made
a brand-new connection.

- Who?

- It's this nelson lam guy.

Listen...

We start running drugs
both ways,

coke coming in,

this stuff going out,

I can get you your money
and double it by next month.

Just please...

Let me finish... The deal.

(over police radio): Deceased
male identified as randy bowen.

Caucasian, 39 years old.

Known member of th--
- detective tara swallows,

homicide.
Who found the body?

- That'd be me, detective
wazowski, guns and gangs,

we've met a few times before.

- How many times
we gonna do this?

Detective kelly duff,
drug squad.

- Forgive me, I've got
a lot on my mind,

my job's... Kind of
important.

- Right. Whereas our jobs
aren't important at all.

- Well, at least you know.

- That was sarcasm.

It's called sarcasm!
- You know what?

(cell phone vibrating)
(sighing): Those two...

- Duff?
- What's up?

- They made the decision
about the ds job.

- Oh! Right.
Today is Friday. Yeah.

Decision day all around.

Well, hey, look,
good thing is...

You can tell 'em
you found randy.

Thanks, guys, I appreciate it.
Have a good night.

(bottles clinking)

(jackie sighs)

- hi.
- Aunt layna?

We kinda have a...
A favour to ask you.

- What?

- I really need you to wipe
elliot's fingerprints

off of that gun.
- Aw, sweetie,

I did that already.

The minute he wasn't looking.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah. Randy's a bully,

but it's 'cause
he can't trust anybody.

(jackie, relieved): Oh.
- So... It's fine. You're fine.

(elliot sighs)

(door opening)

(jackie): Oh!
(door closes)

(blowing)

- my god, tiggy!

What happened to you?

Was it randy?

Where is he?

- Randy's dead.

- Randy's what?

- Bill killed him.

And he'll kill me too,

he'll kill all of us.

I promised bill
if he didn't kill me,

I'd deliver on that
stupid mdma deal randy made.

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

Uh...

That's okay.

We do.

(hip-hop music)

(door opens)

(hamm exhales loudly)

- he looks unhappy.

Am I bad for hoping
that he's unhappy?

- I don't know, but you can
let go of my finger.

Just get in there already.
- Yeah.

How does she look?

- Like she's waiting for you.
- Okay.

- You got it.
- Yeah.

(whispering): You got this.

- Kelly duff. This night
gets better and better.

- Well, well, well.

Ditched your
Friday night, huh?

Yeah, it looks a
little desperate, but...

Lucky for you, you...
Wear it well.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- And actually,
I didn't... Ditch her.

But I can,
if you're saying that...

(kelly sighs)
(sam, muffled): What?

(shanks, muffled): Okay, good.
(kelly): Ah, damn!

She didn't get it.

- Detective green.
- Do you know how annoying

she's about to be?
- You can come on in.

- I was gonna tell you,

but I didn't want to jinx it.
- Hold on! Wait.

You went out for the ds job?

Wazowski's job? And you didn't
think to mention it to me?

- We can talk about it
over dinner...

- No. Why don't you save it
for your new Friday night?

(r&b music)

- I didn't get it.
- Yeah, I gathered.

Wanna get drunk?

- Yeah.
(softly): Come on. Okay.

Oh, let's go get drunk, okay?
- Okay, I have to get my coat.

- Okay, we can go get it.

(sam sighs)

(kelly): Think about it
this way,

you get one more day
with me.

- Yeah, 'cause we're
friends now.

- Nah. No, we're not, really.
- Okay.

- Just for today.