All language subtitles for Pretty Hard Cases s03e03 Red Velvet Durag.eng

And your name is...?
- Uh, I go by Switch.

Get in, plant the devices,

we’ll let you know
when they’re engaged.

(screaming)

Sweet baby Jesus!

Switch 89.
Restocking the sand bags.

He’s using the video game
to sell drugs!

You’re under arrest.

Hey! GTPD, stop!

(crying)
- No, no, no, no, no!

Don’t cry!

If I can’t even babysit,

what am I gonna do
if we have our own family?

He who never showers
never shines.

You’re right.
Okay, I’ll shower.

Thanks, sweetie.
- Okay.

Prove me wrong.
Prove yourselves.

But until then, neither of you
are part of the A-team.

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

(panting)

(sighs)

Morning, babe.
- Morning.

(sighs)

(playful music)

Gotta get to work!

So this is my life now?

Aw...
(chuckling)

He didn’t mean it.
Did you, Brixy?

Yeah, this is the third
morning in a row

little Brixy’s peed on me.

Starting to take it
personal, bro.

Catch. Nice!

(chuckling)

Oh, shoot, did you put the, um,
teething rings in the--

Freezer? Already done.

Oh, yes, nice!

(exclaiming)

We getting the hang of this,
aren’t we?

Yeah, just a little bit.
We in charge, bro.

(baby squealing)

(phone chimes)

Oh.

(knocking)

(baby fussing)

(whispering): Who is that?

Who’s at the door?

Karina!

What are you doing here?

Well, top of the morning
to you too.

(gasps)

Karina...

Aren’t you supposed
to be at the hospital?

Damn, does anybody
say "hi" around here?

Hi!

Okay, okay...

The doctor came by this morning

and gave me a clean
bill of health.

Okay, wait...
I’m sorry, I’m confused.

Um, I thought you had
physical therapy

for at least another week.

I excel at everything,
why not rehabilitation?

(scoffs)
- Humility becomes you.

Doesn’t it?
Uh, where’s Brix’s bag?

Uh, upstairs, I’ll get it.
- Thank you. Hi!

Wait, why do you need his bag?

Are you leaving? Like, now?

(baby fussing)

Well, not unless
you’re making breakfast.

But Karina,
what are you talking about?

You didn’t call,
you didn’t send a text.

And we know how much
you love a strongly worded

yet concise email.

- Mm.
- Come on, man,

we’re just getting
into a routine.

Look, I am so grateful

that you were there for Brix
when I couldn’t be.

But we need to get back
to our life, Kelly.

And you and Nathan
need to do the same.

(sighs)

As much as I hate to admit it.

I know you’re right.
- I know.

And remember,
we’re only two hours away

and we will visit all the time.

So...

come on, give me back
my baby, Kel.

Kelly.

Ke... Kel.

Give me back my baby.
Give me back my baby!

What do you...
- Come on, man,

give me back my baby.

♪ Baby love, my baby love ♪

♪ I need you,
oh how I need you ♪

♪ But all you do
is treat me bad ♪

Sam Wazowski.

Looking good.

Thanks. You’re here early.

I’ve been burning
the midnight oil

tracking this
purple crystal stuff.

You know, I could use
your eyes on something.

Yeah, sure.
- Yeah.

You see--
- Oh f--!

Geez, I’m sorry, my bad.
- No, no.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I’m good.

I didn’t mean to hit you...
- Yeah.

...in your head.

(sighs)

Good morning!

What are you doing?
- Nothin’.

Alright, people,
let’s look alive.

Here we go.

What is this?

A pop quiz?

What’s an IPR?

I got this.
Intellectual property rights.

Hey, how do you know that?

Oh, I invented
Finger Stickies, yeah.

I was actually gonna
call them Finger Lickies--

Yeah, no, you know what?

Fascinating, but in this case,

it stands for
individual progress report,

emphasis on "individual".
These are necessary metrics

I apparently need to support
my decision-making around here.

Question, do we get
to fill these out ourselves?

Yeah. But it’s not
an opportunity

to toot your own horns, right?
This is a practical form.

Just lays out the case
progress, right?

Impact of your bust,
number of guns you apprehend,

street value of the drugs,
that sort of thing.

Uh, respectfully, commander,

is this the best use
of our time?

If it wasn’t, would I
be giving them to you,

Detective Sergeant Greene?

Uh... I think
it’s a great idea.

I think it’s a fantastic idea.

Like, such a good idea like
the um, you know the...

The... The Finger Stickies.
- Oh, thank you, Samantha--

- No--
- Thank you, Sam. Okay, people.

Come on, let’s get busy.

There’s been a 30% increase
in 911 calls

from university campuses
over the past couple of weeks,

students having
violent outbursts,

students having seizures,

students walking around so high,
they’re like zombies.

Zombies who lick?
- What?

It sounds like those
purple crystals.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you know what?

There were four kids
admitted last night

to St. Mikes.

Nobody knows anything
about this drug,

where it’s coming from,
who’s selling it,

so we’re really gonna
roll up our sleeves here,

this is high priority. Go.

We can talk to Switch,

see if we can figure out
where his supplier is.

- Good!
- We could head down

to St. Mikes and interview
these kids.

- Yes.
- Maybe Sam and I

can go to U of T,
ask around, get some intel.

Yeah.
- No.

I’ve got some
black-market pistols

I want you to look into.
Not much to go on,

just some debriefing notes.
Okay everybody,

IPRs due the end of each day,
please, and thank you!

Okay, I’m sorry,
what does this mean?

You got benched. Again.

(laughing)

Well, I’m not just
going to sit by.

(angry muttering)

(Kelly growls)

I have about ten minutes
before I have to be

Okay, you need to speak
to the unit commander.

Yeah, because she keeps
putting us

on these random ass cases.

You doing a good job
with them?

- Of course we are.
- So what’s the problem?

That’s what we want to know,

’cause it feels like
she’s targeting us.

Yeah, when we should be
targeting this deadly new drug,

but she keeps beaver-damming us.

Boss, maybe we’re reading
all this wrong,

but just in case,
can you talk to her?

Please?
- Okay, I’ll feel her out,

but in the meantime,
keep your noses down,

do the work.
- Work?

You mean homework.
Like, in the form of these IPRs.

I-P what now?
- Exactly.

Oh... I think I know
what this is about.

Okay, um...

Gloria and I, we have
our firearm requalification

together later today. Ju...

Give me some time,
I’ll deal with it.

Thank you.

By the way, you look amazing.

Everyone is gonna be saying,
"Who is the hottie

on the steps
of the police station?"

Yep.

I still got it.

So, um...

You and Naz looked
a little cozy this morning.

What was that about?
- Nothing, it was work.

We’re... Work.
- Oh, I see,

you were just looking
for your next lead

in each other’s eyes?

We’re, uh...
(clears throat)

...colleagues.
We’re colleagues and...

I chose Steve, remember? So...

Wow, check this out.

These three black-market pistols

were all picked up
in the Grasslands.

That’s weird.
It was like six months ago,

and I was in uniform,
and we conducted a very

successful clean-up initiative
in that very neighbourhood.

- Huh...
- Wait a second,

look at these guns,
they’re identical.

- Yeah.
- Check out the marks on them.

These are all crosses,
which is the signature

for the Crosses gang
in the Grassland.

(inhales deeply)

Okay, I really think
you should rethink

calling that neighbourhood
clean-up a success.

Look, just what I thought.

The Crosses were all arrested

in a big bust last year.

Wait, so they’re all in jail?

Except for one.
Percival "Trigger" Simmons.

Head of the gang, released early
for good behaviour.

About two months ago
around the same time

the first gun was apprehended.
- Trigger.

Now that doesn’t scream

"illegal firearms dealer"
at all.

Let’s start making some calls

and see if we can track
Trigger down.

(distant gate buzzing)

So, how’s the Lakeshore
treating you, Switch?

Like a king.

What do you think?
- Well, help us help you.

Tell us who your supplier is.

I don’t know.

I only sold Purple Rain
the one time, barely a player.

Is that what
they’re calling it?

That’s very interesting.

Because the inventory list
on your laptop

suggests you’ve been
bathing in Purple Rain.

Come on, man! You gotta
help me get outta here.

Why are you so eager
to get out of here, anyway?

So you can go back
to your fantasy life online?

Meanwhile, you’re out here
hurting real people

with this Purple Rain garbage.

Like those two who attacked
my colleagues in your house.

Man, you don’t know me.
- True.

But then there’s something
you don’t know about us.

We found your stash.

(suspenseful music)

Switch, I’m gonna put this
in terms

that maybe you’ll appreciate...

It’s game over.

(scoffs)
- Unless...

you’re willing to play.

I wasn’t lying, I don’t know
who the supplier is.

I picked up the drugs
from a lock box.

I only communicated with them
through BattleBender.

- Which has just been shut down.
- Thanks to you.

And you have no idea how
the drugs are being sold now?

Nope.

You know who’s great
at finding drug dealers?

Drug addicts.

Let’s go talk
to one of those zombies.

Name’s Goldy Bouchard.

And you’re not the first cops

to ever call looking
for my grandson.

So what do you want
with him this time?

We’d rather speak
directly with him.

What about?

With all due respect,
I don’t think you’d know

anything about this.

Try me.

See the marks
on these handles?

These guns have been turning up
a lot in the Grasslands lately.

Trigger hasn’t been
in the Grasslands

since he got out.

Not even to visit me.

He moved to Oakville
with his girlfriend, got a job,

the little one on the way...

He’s really turned things
around this time, finally.

Besides...

Trigger wouldn’t go near
these shoddy pieces of crap.

What do you know about guns?

I’m a retired gunsmith.

When it comes to guns,
I know a lot.

Listen, I think it’s great
that you think Trigger

has really turned things around.
Unfortunately, we have no reason

to feel the same.

Wazowski, looks like
we’re going to Oakville.

No, no, wait.

Yuppies may be taking
over the Grassland,

but I’m part of the foundation.

No one minds much
what they say around me.

What if I knew where
the guns were being sold?

Then we might not need
to go to Oakville.

(upbeat reggae music)

So Goldy says that
whoever’s selling the guns

are working out of this plaza.

We just have to sniff out
the dealer.

Finally!

Officers.

Uh, Detective
Samantha Wazowski,

Detective Kelly Duff.

Detectives! This is good.

You should be able to help me.
Osmund Omiri.

Uh, my uncle left this plaza
to me in his will last year.

Friends call me Oz.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Amiri.

I’m sorry, what, uh,
seems to be the problem?

So, this woman emails me
about leasing that space.

Says she rented it
for years from my uncle

for a summer church camp.

So we finalized the seasonal
contract over email.

Next thing I know,
I’m getting complaints

from other leasers
about the noise.

And I’m on the next flight
out of San Diego

on day two of Comicon.

And what exactly, uh,
do you want us to do?

I need action!
Charge them so I can get out

of this fraudulent agreement.

Yeah, we’re not here
for petty noise complaints,

Mr. Amiri.

We’re looking into real
criminal activity

in your plaza.

Have you seen any guns
in your premises?

I’ve never seen a gun
in my life.

Are you telling me
I could get shot?

Please, please, calm down.

We’re just here
to ask you a few questions.

Well, if you’re looking
for law breakers,

I’d start there.
And if I were you,

I would do it soon.
I have your names,

I will call your superior
officer person, so...

- Okay.
- Wow.

Point taken.

- Wow.
- Um, I would rather write

reports for Ballard all day
than ever help that guy.

Right?

- So where do you want to start?
- Uh...

Church camp?
- Okay.

But I prefer to go in alone,

let the people warm up to me

before I start asking them
about guns,

I’ll start at the other
end of the plaza.

(upbeat reggae music)

Welcome to Preppy Carnival.

I’m the owner, Anne-Marie.

Have you ever been
in Caribana before?

No. I’ve always
wanted to though.

(chuckling)

I’m always working that weekend.

Let’s change that.

- Mm-hmm!
- Where have you been?

(chuckling)
Don’t fret.

I have the perfect
costume for you.

- Yes? Yes!
- Yes! Follow me.

So I can go chippin’
down the road!

Now the wings are an extra
hundred dollars,

but trust me, frontline
is the only way to go.

You’re paying
for the experience.

Oh, it’s looking real good.

I just wanted you to get a feel.

Oh, I am feeling
myself in this.

Alright. Hold on...

Your necklace is just
getting in the way.

(tense music)

You’re a cop?

(sighs)

(door buzzing)

(popping chewing gum)

Wow, you’re really
good at that.

Gum-cracking.

Oh, I’m good at everything.

(chuckling)

What’s this about?

Purple Rain,

the stuff we found
by your shirt

when you were dancing topless
in Trinity Bellwoods.

I mean, hey,
that’s legal in Ontario!

Not like I remember it, though.

I was riding a real high.

Well, I-I know you guys
are cops,

but like, you should try it.

It’s not for amateurs.

But when your body
gets used to it, wow.

Yeah, that’s a great
sales pitch.

But people are actually
overdosing.

They’re dying.

The amateurs.
- Right.

So, now that we’ve established
you’re a pro at taking drugs,

maybe you can help us figure out
where they’re getting ’em from.

Come on, why would I do that?

I mean, you guys got me on what,
a dime bag?

It’s not my first drug charge.

I guess, what, you’d rather us
tail you everywhere you go

to find out who
you’re buying from? That way?

Good luck.

Switch was my connect.

Not for lack of trying,
but Purple Rain is tough

to come by on a corner.

The people dealing it
are outcasts.

Nerds. Gamers.

Nobodies.

And the thing about nobodies,

they aren’t on anyone’s radar.

They’re practically invisible.

Can I go now?

Actually yeah, sure.

Can I get my baggie back?
(chuckling)

Not a chance.

So how long
have you been open for?

About three months.

It’s only a matter of time

before we open
a second location.

Especially with Spencer
in my corner.

Hi, uh, Detective Wazowski.

Spencer Taylor.

What can I help you with,
Detective?

We’ve just been noticing some
guns popping up in the area,

I’m wondering if you’ve noticed
any criminal activity

in and around the plaza?

(chuckling)

Well, the only crime
I’ve witnessed

is the non-stop noise
coming from over there.

It’s bad for business.
- Love the culture.

It’s just so noisy.

(phone vibrating)

(sighs)
- It was, uh,

nice to meet you, Detective.

- What’s his deal?
- He’s a visionary entrepreneur

with radical ideas.

Like, okay, right now,
he’s supplying my juice bar

with discarded fruits
from his brother’s farm

in Central Valley.

(gags)
Get it?

Junk Juice.

Juice...

(gags)
- I get it. So...

I was gonna tell you
when I came in,

but then you started talking
about the costumes and...

I didn’t mean for you
to find out like that.

And I’m not here
about the music,

although Mr. Amiri did think
this was a church camp.

That boy is nothing
like his uncle.

Rest his soul.

No appreciation for culture.

I said I was running a mas camp

where masqueraders come
and buy their costumes for mas,

aka Carnival, aka Caribana.

It was a misunderstanding.

I’ve been running my operation
out of this plaza

from April to August for years.

And this is the first time
I’m getting a noise complaint.

(kissing teeth)

Did you say you’ve been open
around two months?

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Move! Move!

Call an ambulance!

You okay?

I’m shot, what do you think?

- He’s okay.
- Oh my God, Spencer.

(suspenseful music)

Stop!

(panting)

(crowd muttering angrily)

Move! Move, move!

Hey, hey, officer,
he’s in the trunk.

Show me your hands.

The doctor said
it was a clean hit.

Straight through and through.

Can’t say you’re not lucky.

Can’t say that I am.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Oh, it’s evidence.

Do you want to tell us
what happened?

One moment I’m upright,
heading to my car.

The next, I’m on my ass.

We’ve gathered as much,
but anything else?

Was there anyone around you?

Obviously there was.
But I didn’t see them.

Okay, um...

Do you know why anyone
would target you?

Like, did you have any words
with anyone at Junk Juice?

Or anyone else from another
business at the plaza?

Sure, I-I carped about
the music

at the church camp sometimes
but mostly to Oz.

(grunts)
Wait, are you...

Are you victim blaming?
- No, what?

We’re just trying to establish
motive, like gather facts.

Look, I appreciate it.
I wish I could help you,

but I’ve told you
everything I know.

Now, if you don’t mind,
I’d like to get some rest.

(groans)

Okay.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Ugh, firearm requalification
always kind of creeps up on you,

doesn’t it? But I’m so glad
that I get to do it with you.

In 25 years,

have I ever missed
the opportunity

to beat you at anything?

Not everything
is a competition, Gloria.

But isn’t it so much
more fun when it is?

- Oh!
- Yes!

Be my guest.
- Thank you.

Oh, you win some, I win some.

(chuckling)

The line is no longer safe.

(buzzing)

(gunshots)

Hm, not bad for someone
who hasn’t been

on the beat for 15 years.

Okay, I’d like to see
you do better.

(snaps fingers)

Oof!

I didn’t have lunch.

That’s not all you missed.

The line is safe,
moving forward to check targets.

Wow.

Look at you doing so well

just soaring above it all.

- Does that bug you?
- No, of course not.

Rising tides raise all boats
for us gals, remember?

Mm-hmm, so then why
are you trying to sink

some of the boats on your team?

What? What the hell
are you talking about?

Sam and Kelly...
- Oh, my God.

You keep sending them
on scavenger hunts.

Not scavenger hunts.

I have a pile of
unsolved cases on my desk,

many of which were there
when it was your desk,

I might add.
They’re doing good work.

Yeah, but it’s not the work
they should be doing.

Look, I think I know
what this is about.

I reinstated Sam and Kelly
without consulting you first.

And I know that you’re also up
for the Superintendent job,

so I get it, I-I get it.

When we were coming up,

we could not make a call
without some man stepping in,

telling us how to do our job.

You know what? I’m... I am fine

with you getting
the position over me,

I can deal with that,

especially with the way
things are now.

I mean, this is your time...
I get that.

What I can’t deal with

is you using that position
to minimize mine.

Just like the guys used to do.

I’m not sure why you’re trying
to equate our struggles

when it’s crystal clear to me

that you haven’t forgotten
that I’m a Black woman.

(door opens)

Oh...

This one’s mine.

It’s my time now.

(laughing)

Oh, Gloria.

You know what?

We could compare
resumes all day.

I think we both know

that it would take a lot
longer to read mine.

(sighs)

Okay, Leandre Sealy, 23.

He moved from Saint Lucia
to Canada three years ago...

to study visual arts,
is that right?

You became a permanent
resident not too long ago?

Unfortunately, it makes things
a lot harder for you.

PR status means you’re not
just looking at time,

but also deportation.

Did you ever see that man?

Yeah, I did... I did see
him around the plaza.

Have you ever spoken to him?
(scoffs)

No, that man seems
like an idiot.

Is that why you shot him?
- Eh, eh?

So what, do you just go around
shooting idiots?

Listen, I’m not the one
that fled the scene of a crime.

And I doesn’t walk around
with a gun, officer.

Okay. Okay.

We’re just trying
to figure out what happened.

What were you doing
back there anyway?

I was organizing
mas camp supplies.

I take a break from it
to go and pee.

As I’m fixing my pants,
I hear that idiot on the phone.

Next thing you know,
I hear a bang.

So like any normal person,
I go and duck behind a car.

You know, I may have only
been here a few years,

but it didn’t take me long
to see how you officers

look at me.

Guilty until proven innocent.

That true, officers?

I ain’t saying another word
until my lawyer reach there.

You think he’s telling
the truth?

I don’t know.

I can’t figure out his motive.

And for someone in the hot seat,
he’s playing it really cool.

Agreed.
(sighs)

But there’s one way to be sure.

We follow the evidence.
We have the bullet.

Gotta find the gun.
The team’s searching right now.

Hm.

So let’s retrace his steps.

Did you get anything
out of that chat with Lynn?

Ugh, not really, no.

Except, we need to think
like a nerd

to figure out where
we should be looking.

(indistinct chatter)

(Chase): My lord, you have
left me no choice

for your disgrace of the king,
I will maim you with my lance.

(Watts): Thine chivalry
knows no boundaries.

What the hell
are they talking about?

That, my friend,
is nerd speak.

(Chase): I want your blood,
Sir Watts.

(both grunting)

Ah! No!

(shouting)

(choking)

You guys, uh...

having some fun
with your food there?

Just clowning around.
- Yeah.

Uh, how’d it go
at the hospital?

Did you find out anything?

Not much, no,

Students did find their drugs
through BattleBender

until it got shut down,

but they didn’t meet up to pay.

Instead,
they e-transferred money

through to weird
email addresses.

And get this,
contactless pick-ups.

Nobody seems to know
who they’re buying from.

Yeah, and they say
post-secondary education

is a scam.
(chuckles)

Cool, cool.

Well, we just wanted to, um...

pick your brain about something.

Same, we actually wanted

to ask you guys for some advice

because most of these kids
seem to be dorks like you.

Yeah.

Excuse me?
- You know,

do-gooders, brown-nosers,

bootlickers, cow towers,
suck-ups.

Yeah, the opposite of us.
More in line with... dorks.

Dorks.

You think we’re dorks?

Mm... yeah.
- Yeah.

(scoffs)
- Wha...

Who here is a larper?

My point exactly.

No, no, that’s my point
exactly.

You seriously think
we’re the bigger nerds here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yes! Of course!

Just looking at you.
Obviously, yeah.

Absolutely.
You’re so serious.

- Yeah.
- You never laugh.

We make jokes.

Yeah, dorky jokes!

Pfft! You think you can
do any better?

Time for a joke-off.
- Yeah, lay one on us, dorks.

You think you can make us laugh?
’Cause I bet you can’t.

Ain’t gonna happen, watch.
- Oh, God...

- Alright, geeks!
- No, no, don’t, please.

Knock, knock.
(both): Who’s there?

Okay, stop.

Please, a riveting debate

that could go on endlessly,
I’m sure,

Lynn. We didn’t get
very much workable intel,

but we’re working on putting
something together--

She was just found dead.

She overdosed on those
purple crystals.

So...

How about we just accept
that we’re all nerds,

equal but different,
and figure out

where this stuff is coming from?

Alright?

Commander.

If it’s becoming that serious,
maybe we should...

let Sam and Kelly join us
on this investigation.

We need ’em.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Kelly!

I mean, Detective.

She’s good, let her through.

What?

A white boy takes a bullet
behind my mas camp

and I have to shut down?

I can understand
your frustration,

but Leeandre
fled the scene through here,

we have to search it.

The only way
this mas camp functions

is with the help of volunteers
like Leeandre,

who’s been helping me
with my supplies

since he came to Canada.
He ain’t no criminal!

Just because he’s a Black man--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You don’t think I get that?

Look, if he’s innocent,
the evidence should prove it.

But I cannot afford
to stop production

for your investigation.

I need to grab a few things.

(sighs)

Anne-Marie, I just gotta check
that before you take it out.

Why, the other officers

already tore my supply
space apart.

Please, don’t make
this difficult.

It will just take a few seconds.

(sighs)

Thank you.

See? Nothing except a few
costume supplies and so.

Sam.

(scoffs)

Is that an actual gun?

Was that in your church camp?

I swear, that was not
here this afternoon.

(sighs)
Ask the other officers.

Check out the cross
on the grip.

This came from our dealer.

Yup.

(sighs)

Can I have a word?

You’ll probably need several.

(sighs)

Superintendent
is my dream job.

And what I said yesterday was...

a Band-Aid for a bruised ego.

Anyone looking at the evidence

can see the most qualified cop
got the job.

I was wrong.

And I’m sorry.

Thank you for owning that.

And it’s not all you,

I undermined your position
when I reinstated Sam and Kelly.

It was unfair and this is me
officially backing off.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

And Gloria...

If you mess up,
I am the one

who has to wear it
in front of the cameras.

So don’t make
this hottie look bad.

(scoffs)

Mm.

Just looking at this
ballistics report

for the mas camp gun.

- Mm-hmm.
- Larry tested it,

almost shot his foot off.

Says it’s got a faulty
trigger pull,

under one pound,
highly sensitive.

Sounds like a typical
Saturday Night Special to me.

Available, cheap,
and unreliable.

It’s right here
in black and white.

This was the gun
to shoot Spencer.

I mean, partial prints,
but too small for any hits.

Okay, what do we know,
what do we know?

Uh, we know that...

Spencer was shot with the same
type of gun that’s been

showing up in the Grasslands
for the past two months.

Within that timeframe,
mas camp opens up,

Leeandre volunteers there
ordering supplies.

And the gun was found
in a supply box.

So maybe Leeandre
was using the supply orders

to import the guns. I mean,

Anne-Marie did say
majority of the materials

came from south of the border.

You know, and he did
live there for a while,

so he’d know about the crosses.
Maybe he was branding the gun

strategically, but Kel,
I don’t know.

I mean, come on, what’s his
motive for shooting Spencer?

(sighs)
- Larry says

it’s a defective gun.

Maybe Leeandre set it off
by accident?

Anne-Marie was so sure
he was innocent, though.

(chuckles)

Maybe Anne-Marie was right.

- What?
- Come on!

I’m gonna tell you on the way.

(sighs, groans)

Follow me!

Like I said,
I didn’t see the shooter.

(sighs)
- You know, your story

remains consistent,
I’ll give you that.

But... there’s one hole in it.

(chuckling)
Literally one hole in it.

You mind explaining
why there’s no hole

in the front of your blazer?

See, there’s one there.
- Mm-hmm.

But not one there,
now why is that?

The shooter
got me from behind?

(both): Oh.

Really?

Mm. Yes. Okay.

You see, the thing is, that...

is not really
how that would work.

Either the shooter’s
close enough to aim the gun

into the jacket,

or you were carrying the gun
inside the jacket

and you shot yourself.

(laughing)

You think I shot myself?
- Mm-hmm.

Connect those dots.

Wait, oh, you can’t,
because it’s absurd.

I actually think
it’s forensics, hm?

Check out those powder burns.

Now, my theory is...

when I asked you about
the guns, I spooked you,

so you decided to leave
with the gun you had on you

and you pulled that faulty
trigger by mistake.

So what...

You’re gonna charge me
with possession

of one barely functioning gun?

Oh no, see you’re not
just connected to one gun.

We have three
identical firearms

that were used
in very serious crimes.

And you, my friend,

you own a food-importing
business,

which is a really convenient way

to smuggle guns across
the border. Oh yeah, yeah.

See those dots connecting?

You know, I gotta say,
burning those guns

with a known Grasslands
gang insignia,

ugh, that was really clever.
- Oh, my God.

You’re truly a brilliant
entrepreneur, really.

Yeah, yeah. So you know,
the smartest thing

you can do right now
is cooperate

and tell us where
the rest of the guns are,

and maybe we’ll discuss a deal.

(bells on door chiming)

Welcome to Junk Juice b--

It’s over, Ash.

Listen, we know about
the gun stash

and you helping Spencer
sell them.

So come on,
just give us the guns.

You don’t understand,
I was just trying to bring

sustainable options
to the masses.

Okay. Ah!

(grunts)

(groans)

(suspenseful music)

Freeze!

We know you planted that gun

and set up an innocent Black man
to take the fall.

I panicked!

Now turn around!

Turn around! Slowly.

Ash, you are under arrest...

(grunts)

Like I said...

you’re under arrest. Move!

(suspenseful music)

This... This whole thing,
it’s unbelievable.

Which part?

Your presumed innocence
of the young white entrepreneurs

who sell garbage in a cup?

Or your blatant prejudice
towards a Caribbean community

just trying to celebrate
their culture?

I get it, I was wrong.
I’m embarrassed.

What can I do?

Discuss reparations
in the form

of a revised lease rate.

In this market? That’s...

I’m not that embarrassed.

I am sorry.

And, uh, I’ll shut up
about the noise.

Your hands
are not clean either.

I told you Leeandre
was innocent

and that the mas camp
had nothing to do

with any of this.
- And the evidence proved that.

He’s being released right now.

(sighs)

Hey.

We got two dozen illegal guns
out of the Grasslands.

You were a great cop today.
- Thanks.

You too.

Just doesn’t feel that way.

Hey, happy with your IPR?

If this doesn’t get us back
into Purple Rain,

I’ll start my own juice empire.
(chuckling)

Night.

Enjoy that bath.

You too.

(sighs)

Oh, hi, Commander, I was just
about to submit my IPR.

Duff, I just got
commendations from upstairs

on that impressive gun bust
in the Grasslands.

Care to pass them on?

I just did.

You know, I was wondering...

why you don’t want us in here,
me and Sam.

I think it’s because you
wanted your own team,

your own people,
and we were forced on you.

But I promise you, we’re good.

And we’re gonna make you
look good.

Because honestly...

(sighs)

...we really care.

But don’t take my word for it.

Look at the evidence.

Kelly.

Noted.

Thanks.

(soft music)

- Hey.
- Hey.

Something smells good.

Yeah, I showered. Finally.
(chuckling)

Well, you know what,
I guess there’s an upside

to being jobless. I mean,
you’re home all the time.

Oh, yeah. Well, to be fair,

I still cooked
when I was working.

Yeah. But you smell better.
- Exactly.

And I wasn’t the same
financial burden.

Stop.

Here, try this.
- Okay.

Oh, wow.
- Right?

Yeah, that’s really good.

I’m just gonna say this, um...

Lately, I can feel...
you pulling away.

What do you mean?

Ever since I took
a leave of work...

You’ve been distant.

Oh, no, no, no, I’m sorry.

It’s not work, it’s...

I don’t know.

Steve, last year
was a really big year.

Like, Elliot left...

I got demoted, that sucked.

Then Kelly was gone
and you were there.

You’re amazing.

You’re like this rock.
And then you introduced me

to Ro, and that was,
it was perfect.

So what’s changed?

I don’t know.

Nothing? I don’t know, maybe...

something? It’s just,
do you ever feel

like maybe it could be just...

Did you move in...
Did we do this too soon?

Even if we did,
that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

Things are still settling.

You said when you needed me,
I was your rock.

You might not always need a rock
every second of the day.

And when you don’t need a rock,

a rock can be
pretty boring, yeah?

(chuckles)

Life is hard, Sam.

Maybe knowing the rock
is here...

can be a good thing.

It’s a good thing.

It’s a great thing.

I just don’t feel like...

I’m that good
of a rock for you.

Baby, I don’t need a rock.

I need a wedge.

(laughing)
Something that can get

this rock to roll.

(snorting)

Was that good
or was that cheesy?

I feel like it was good.

It was cheesy good,
it was pretty...

You were good, cheesy good.
- Alright, well this cheesy rock

is thinking about going back
to work tomorrow.

- What?
- How’s that sound? Yeah.

- Really?
- Back to work.

I’m so proud of you.

Oh, you smell that?
- Yeah.

It’s a... it’s like a celery
smoothie on my...

- Oh...
- But I didn’t...

It was poured onto the...
- Right.

But I should probably...
- Yeah, sure.

Gonna...
- Yeah.

It didn’t come from them,
it was poured on...

I’m gonna change.
- Okay, cool.

I’ll get the stuff on the table.

Second night without Brix.

Hm.

How you feeling?

I really do miss him,
you know?

We were starting to get into
a groove there for a minute.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we were.

I’m gonna tell you what,
though.

Last night’s sleep, best ever.

Mm...
(chuckling)

Hm?

Hm...

It did get me thinking,
though.

You know, me being
gone for eight months

and with Brix around...

You and I never really
got a chance to talk about us.

Well, let’s
make up for it now.

We can play a game
of 21 questions.

No limits.

I’ll even let you go first.

Why do I feel like I’m gonna
regret this later?

(chuckling)

Okay. Ooh.

Have you ever had
your heart broken?

No.

- Oh.
- Except by you.

Oh.

It’s my turn.

Move in with me.

Question mark.

Are you playing?

You know I was always planning
on buying my own place.

I know.
But you said it yourself,

we got a good thing going,
let’s keep it going.

And then,
if and when we’re ready,

we can go in on
a bigger place together.

Hm.

I’m intrigued.

I’m intriguing.

Yeah.
(knocking)

Oh, my God,

that’s probably Karina
coming back already.

See. I tried to tell her
it was too soon

to be going back to work.

- Okay.
- Nathan!

Oh, Tueli!

Oh, Tueli.
- Hi.

Oh, hi, yeah.
I’m his step-daughter.

- Step-daughter?
- Well, uh, rewind on that...

Tueli, her mother and I
lived together for seven years,

but it was more
of a big brother situation.

Child has a mind of her own.

Never listened to me.

Tueli, this is Kelly.
- Hey, Kelly.

Nathan told me if I ever needed
anything I could come over.

So, pipe burst
in my residence room.

(chuckling nervously)

Can I stay for a few days?

Is that cool?

You said you had a big
loft by yourself.

Yes, I did say that,
but Kelly--

Kelly doesn’t mind.

What you gonna do,
leave a university student

to sleep on a park bench?

- No. No.
- Of course you can stay.

Mm-hmm.
- Give me your bag!

Let me show you your room.
- Thank you.

It’s heavy.
- I got it.

You got it?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

(chuckling)

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