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-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm good.

Richie what's up?

If I tell you something,

can you keep me out of it?

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?

I think I know where the gun is.

-What are you doing? -Sorry, Duff, DS orders.

Where'd that come from?

Union argued that we didn't have enough evidence to let them go,

but that everyone would be better served

if we moved them to B and A.

All right, just be yourself.

Lean into what's real.

Like Len and the Beretta were real.

Yeah, actually they were.

-Kelly Marie? -Len Grierson. I almost died.

Ditto.

-You're investigating Sons of Jupiter? -Project Voltage.

We want Vicky. A gun she made nearly killed a cop.

It'll take a little investment from our part.

$20,000 from the flash fund.

Marc couldn't be here?

-I can't see a thing. -You had your chance.

-What are you doing? -Len's gone. He played us.

I was thinking about going to Florida, to stay with grandma a little bit.

And get a fresh start.

I love you.

Obviously her invisibility cloak was a metaphor.

-Right. -Yeah.

Hiding her powers. She's concealing herself.

- I see where you're going. -Yeah, you know what I'm saying.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Then the sky,

-his big long sword. -For sure.

-We obviously know what that means. -Well, yeah, it's the whole, it's the...

Well I mean, look at this Sam.

You, look what you going on in your little...

-area there. -What?

-Oh my God. -Yeah.

Oh, that always happens.

When I have double butter. These are new jeans.

Well, not anymore.

And that's what you get for hogging all the popcorn

and keeping it nestled all up in that area.

-That's what's gonna to happen. -Hey

I was clear from the start. I do not share my popcorn.

That's true. That's true.

You've been very clear. Always.

Yeah.

I'm an open book. That's part of my charm.

You know what? Go ahead.

Ask me anything. I dare you.

-Really? -I dare you. Go.

Okay. I know, I got ya.

Guilty musical pleasure.

Uh easy, Styx, Come sail away.

-I love that song. -Really?

-Yeah. -Okay.

-Classic, you know? -Yeah.

-Dream date? -Ooh.

I know, oh, the immersive Van Gogh exhibit

followed by dinner at Canoe.

Oh, okay.

Weirdest place you've ever had sex?

Canoe. The boat, not the restaurant.

I am sensing a theme here. Okay.

Fair enough.

Sam. Look.

-No, no. Look Sam. Look. -What?

What is that?

My mother's in there by herself.

Okay, hang on. Let me get my gun.

Mom

Are you okay?

No, you got your gun?

Oh my God.

-Get down, get down. -What are you doing?

This is the police, and for the record I am armed.

I'm also the police and I am also armed.

Wait, wait, wait mom, don't shoot.

Elliot! Oh my god.

-Jesus. -What are you doing here?

Sorry. I didn't have my keys.

I, I just didn't want to wake you up.

What so you breaking in through my window?

Technically. It's our window. Right?

Oh, kid. You are so lucky that this ridiculous socialist state,

won't let me carry a gun.

It's the same socialist state that pays for your bunionectomy.

Just to be clear.

-Judy. You got your operation! -I did.

-You locked up my condo right? -I almost shot your kid.

I almost shot my kid.

She's going to be dead before the plant.

Seriously.

Len.

Call me. Asshole.

Hey.

We need to get a swear jar for the office?

Look at you all freshly pressed.

Aren't you the perfect picture of calm.

Honestly, I've had enough adrenaline coursing through my finely-tuned

machine of a body after nearly killing my son last night.

But thank you so much for the compliment.

Hey, you haven't heard anything from Len yet?

Nope. Two days, nothing.

And until we get those 3D guns,

Richie Clark stays in jail for shooting a cop

and I still don't think he did it.

-You been to see Richie? -I tried, but he didn't wanna talk to me.

And why would he? So far, I have no good news.

That'll make him change his mind.

I need to talk about the hiccups.

They are a sign of stress,

what you can do...

Hello. Good morning... Boss.

Do not good morning me, detective,

not unless you've magically discovered $20,000

and 10 3D guns in your purse.

Sadly, we have not.

Duff, get up.

Thanks to you.

Our one lead on the gun that shot Officer Beauchamp

is drifting in the wind with a rogue agent.

Along with all the evidence in the case and our flash fund.

You know what, Kim looks really upset.

So you might just want to take it down a notch.

Find Grierson, bring him in from the cold.

Save this case. Save your ass.

Asses, plural, both ya asses.

Hello?

-Wazowski, Duff, follow me. -Yup.

Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Look what the cat dragged in.

What a cute...

That is a dog, right?

I'm Len's handler, Sergeant Melissa Jordan,

RCMP, but you can call me Mel or Liss.

I'm not calling you anything until I understand

how you allowed your agent to abscond with our guns,

our money, and our one decent lead

in the shooting of a police officer.

-Leonard. You want to take this? -Certainly.

I agreed to help out Detectives Duff and Wazowski

on their gun buy, but two minutes in,

I saw my target Marc Trembley in a car, 30 feet away.

-The guy followed me. He's paranoid. -He's a biker.

Comes with the territory.

So I threw the deal, two months in on this play.

I'm almost in with these sons of Jupiter guys,

no easy feat for a black dude.

I needed to look legit.

So...

You handed over 3D guns to a biker

because that's who you want going

through a metal detector.

I took out the firing pins, guns didn't work.

So I figured he might be running counter surveillance on me.

So I laid low for a few days.

And Project Voltage.

Why use an old name?

I told Len to use it in case anyone was asking around.

We want to stay completely under the radar,

even within our own ranks.

And you took off with our money. Why?

Oh, that was just to look tough.

It's all there. You can make your arrest.

What I really care about right now is finding

that last piece of evidence against our shooter.

Maybe it was Marc Tremblay.

I was with him on that night.

Correct. All night I was listening.

Well, maybe he gave them or sold them to someone else.

You try holding your breath yet?

Biting on a lemon?

Go to hell, Len.

Want me to fix it? Because I will.

This is a huge case for me.

And you offered to help and I vouched for you like a fool.

And then you go and disappear on me for three days.

You know, all I know about you is that your file says

that you were in rehab,

and that this Project Voltage don't even exist.

I'm sorry.

I, I am...

I should have found a way to call.

Yeah. So if you're so sorry, find out who Marc sold those guns to.

I'm meeting up with him now.

I'll see what I could do.

Good.

That's very cool of you, detective.

Hey, Duff?

Are you in here?

Duff.

I know you're in here.

Duff.

-I know. I know you don't like talking.

I know that, and I know that you don't like sharing.

I know you find that hard.

Listen...

um...

I can only imagine how weird it is to see Len after all this time.

It's like all the little things that you know about him

and all the secrets that he knows about you.

I bet you guys even have like nicknames for each other.

Like Len the hen, or I mean, not that he's like a chicken, or...

That's was not very good.

So sorry... but like maybe an album.

Do you guys got an album, or a song?

For me, I cannot hear Maroon Five's

She Will Be Loved without thinking about Steve.

We were at this criminology conference in Thunder Bay

and then the power went out

and he's like, where's the fuse box?

I was like, oh, who cares about the fuse box,

look at you in those jeans.

I mean, I didn't say that, but I wish I did.

-Because I think would be really. -Really?

Maroon Five?

I know it's terrible, but you know what? Sometimes the song picks you.

-You don't pick the song. -I'm having a really, really bad day.

And it's not about boys.

It's about a boy.

I know.

It's about Richie Clark.

Listen...

I promise you.

Duff, I promise we're going to get there.

You know,

in this job you shouldn't make promises, Wazowski.

Hey, can I get those Richie Clark notes that you have?

I just want to go over his files again tonight.

Yeah, for sure.

But, listen, you know what,

I really think that you need to take the night off.

Yeah, no. Look at me.

Look at me. Beer, bath bomb, bed.

-Come on.

Do this for me. Open your mouth.

Pull your tongue out and pull it hard. Give it a try.

-I'm not gonna. -Just try.

What have you got to lose?

Go.

Just do what I say, go on.

Okay.

-There ya go. -Ow.

-It hurts.

I come in peace.

Marc Tremblay's satellite phone.

He was in my car, his buzzer was on the dash,

I grabbed it for you.

He thinks he lost it. He's freaking out.

You got three days with it before I need to find it for him.

-Deal? -Deal.

The tongue thing was pretty cute.

You're welcome.

Oh my God.

Oh my God. That is Marc the Shark's sat phone.

Okay give it here. I mean, please can I have it.

Okay no. Stand down this is my intel.

Take the night off and just let me take it home tonight.

I'm going to be up late anyway.

I'm having lobster. I can't sleep on seafood.

It's just a thing. Come on.

Okay. Listen, come over after dinner.

We can crack it together.

Pass. But if you find anything, call me.

Pinky swear. I promise, so many promises. Look at me.

Yes. Up top.

-Yeah. -Call me!

By myself. Yes.

Samantha, can you please tell me the need for gloves?

If the food isn't safe for your hands.

How is it safe inside your body?

It is a mystery and even bigger mystery is when did you guys

leave Florida and why? I thought you liked it there.

Yeah, we did.

We liked it a lot.

I think we just kind of started getting--

Getting homesick.

Homesick, and then we just wanted to like, I dunno,

-take a road trip. -Road trip.

That's what my dude, nothing like cranking the tunes on the open road.

Oh God.

Life is a highway.

No, no, you don't have to do that.

-Sing the whole song? -You can probably stop.

Here's a another mystery.

Why were you with that detective last night?

Oh, well.

That's because, because we were working on a case,

a big case and there's just no rest.

Just no rest for the wicked.

Samantha, please.

-Please don't. -You always share about everything.

-Why not tell the kid the truth? -Okay.

Detective Nazeer and I have been going to the occasional movie.

That's a nice euphemism.

Caught them the other night, with their pants down.

-Literally.

Oh my God. That's okay.

She just came in and that was her interpretation of it.

No, I love that. I love when older women explore their sexuality.

-That's dope. -Ah.

Great. Okay. That made it worse.

That's great, you should see this kid she's shtoopin'.

It's ridiculous.

Judy, Judy, leave her alone.

I think we need a night cap, that's what I think we need.

Oh, are you okay?

Sweet ride.

Hey, neighborhood's looking up.

Okay, Mom.

Yeah.

I really think you should get a cane. Okay.

I do not need a cane.

Judy, you'd rock a cane.

I have to admit that food was delicious.

Samantha. I'm so sorry I ever doubted you.

Grappa, anyone?

Are you sure, Mom? Drinking on meds?

You're not ready for bed.

Oh please. I'm having fun.

Sure. I'll take a grappa.

You know what? I'm going to take myself off to bed for a long night

of lobster nightmares.

Oh, lobsters don't give you nightmares.

That's practically ridiculous.

Well, they do to her, lobsters and nacho cheese,

have her climbin' the walls.

Hey, did you guys hear something?

How did I birth such a paranoid soul?

I didn't hear a thing.

I'm sure it's just the kids.

Elliot.

It's fine. They're still out for ice cream.

Elliot, why don't you use the front door for once?

Hey!

Get back here.

-Yeah.

-Oh!

Oh, they told me I need to keep it elevated above my heart.

I should've never walked on it tonight.

Oh, Judy. Since when did you ever follow the rules?

If they stole my diamond tennis bracelet

there will be hell to pay.

Okay.

People we're here from BNE.

We will be taking this over.

Two uh break-ins in a row, it's got to be some kind of a record.

You okay?

I'm fine.

-Hey. -Hey.

I just heard, I just figured you could use some moral support.

Especially with those two bozos running things.

It's nice, it's serene.

-Thanks. -Wait.

You haven't been in here yet?

Have you? Has he?

No, I don't think that he had, can we just stop?

We need to focus up here. Okay.

So we're not...

Oh, well, okay. Great.

Look at this, a-all my jewelry is gone.

Oh, I've seen your jewelry. I think you'll live.

Anything else of uh value in here?

No, that's nothing in there.

-Found something. -What?

They were in the basement near the window.

-Oh God. -Maybe the subject dropped them.

I'm going to go get them printed now.

I think it's fine. You don't have to do that.

-That's good. -So what, your kid smokes?

-No, God, no. -Well then, I'll go get them printed.

Okay. Fine.

What?

Uh.

They're mine. They're mine.

-You smoke? -I'm not usually...

That's not something that I do.

It's just that I'm very stressed out at the minute because my mother came over

and there's like stuff going on.

I found myself in a Shorty's Variety,

So I was like, "Oh my God, what do I do?"

I was like, oh Sam. And then I bought some cigarettes.

-And that's just what happened. -Okay.

-Okay. I'll go tell them. -Okay. That's great. Thank you very much.

What the hell?

Oh my God. No.

-No. -Kelly Marie Duff,

I do not like that picture of me.

Tough Duff duffinitely, the Duffinator.

-No, No. -Taai Nazeer

- gets three hearts. -Oh my God, no.

-That's so cute! -No.

Oh the shipper name is Snazzy Naz.

-Please, don't. -What is this,

like a five point plan for making friends.

No it is not. Okay. It is not that.

It's a vision board for people that I like.

And you should probably take it as a compliment.

So it's like an OCD thing.

Listen, I've never actually been diagnosed with OCD,

but it has crossed my mind.

That was hilarious.

Please... listen to me. Please do not tell my mother.

That what, her bracelet was stolen?

No, you can tell about that.

-Just don't talk about, you know. -The smoking?

Honestly, you know, I'm pretty impressed that you still have any secrets.

Please. Duff.

Actually, I prefer the Duffinator.

Someone broke into the house.

Did they take anything?

I don't know yet.

-Mom are you okay? -Yeah. I'm okay.

Well the good thing is there really wasn't much to take.

Not even a low level thief would take that stereo.

Okay. Thank you.

Whoever it was took all of my jewelry and all of my mother's jewelry.

Okay well that's something, I suppose.

Son, we're gonna have to make sure nothing of yours is missing.

Let's go.

And just confirming the gun box is still in the closet.

You got your cell phone, wallet, laptop?

Yes. Cell wallet check.

And the laptops in the ergo SAC. 3000.

That's a computer bag. It's on the table.

Yeah. Nothing in here.

-Yes, it is. -Nope.

Yes, it is. It was in here.

It was in here before I left.

Was that police laptop or personal?

It's police.

It's all right. I'll call a tech right now.

I'll get them to shut it down, remotely.

Sam, Marc Tremblay's phone. That was in that bag.

You put it upstairs or in some little hidey hole of yours, put in a safe maybe?

No.

No, it was in the bag.

It was in the bag and now it's gone.

Hey, no, it's okay. It's fine.

We just got to focus and figure out who broke in.

And find that phone.

Oh God. Duff why? Why did you let me take that phone home?

That is what I would like to know.

That phone should have been kept here.

How do we know that its owner didn't track it?

Because I checked before dinner, the phone was dead. No one can track it.

Can they though, or can we, is there any way we can follow that phone?

Not unless someone uses it.

Great, so now we are back to looking for a random burglar.

You two aren't looking for anyone.

Someone took a criminal's phone and a cop's laptop from this one's house.

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I think McConnell and Davidson

are going to have to take the lead on this one.

I think I might have an idea.

Elliot, what are you doing here?

Detectives. Let me be clear.

My clients are here voluntarily on the understanding

that anything they do say will not be used against them.

Yeah we know.

So Elliot, what's your theory here?

My theory is that I may have left the United States

with something that someone may have thought was theirs

and they may have come looking for it.

Okay. So you ripped someone off. They came back at you.

It's a classic thug circle of life. Am I right?

Ms Sullivan. I understand your mom is a drug kingpin currently in prison.

I'm not sure what Ms. Sullivan's mother

has to do with last night's burglary.

Karma. Speaks to character.

-Karma. Good one. -Thank you.

Either way.

What do you think they may have been looking for here, son?

Uh, oh. Look what we have here.

There it is.

Jackpot.

Now tell me, how did you earn this?

Does it matter?

Well, it does if it's retribution,

What were you two into down there huh, drugs?

Prostitution? Human trafficking?

Okay. That's enough.

You guys pimps?

-Or maybe you're-- -Boss.

Okay.

Fine. I'll find somebody else to do it, but you two out.

Okay. This is clearly harassment, sexual harassment at that.

I'll ask the questions. That's all.

No you're not just asking a questions anymore.

-Thank you, detectives. -We will speak to the adults.

We're just talking.

You know, it's so weird.

How you can be so angry at someone

and then have the urge to protect them at the exact same time.

Mm hm.

What?

Go ahead. You want to say something?

How many times do you want to see your son

behind that window before you actually do something?

Because you know, if that had been any other kid.

Hey, what's up, Len?

Any luck opening that gift?

No, we're still working on it.

Cool, I'm seeing Marc day after tomorrow.

Long as I get it back by then.

Yeah, sure.

You got it.

Let me get this straight.

So you left Toronto with a bag full of MDMA

and started selling it in a club in Miami.

Yeah, but we just wanted to get rid of it,

make some money and start fresh.

And I told the club owner that I'd cut a deal with him.

But then we took all the money and left

in the middle of the night.

The guy was harassing his staff.

He was assaulting women, date rape drugs, the whole deal.

And then one night he went after one of my friends.

So I just told Elliot that we had to leave that night.

Okay. This club owner.

Does he know anyone up here?

-Does he have any Toronto connections? -Not that I know.

Yeah, but he might know people everywhere.

Well, good news is doesn't look like you were targeted as a cop.

Bad news is your son was selling MDMA,

out of Crimson Castle. It's a club in Miami.

He also ripped off the owner. Guy's name is Vince Choudhry.

Does Vince Choudhry have any connections up here?

Yeah. Brio Del Marco, 32 years old. Works security over at Wavelength.

It's a club over on Islington.

He and Vince were cell mates in 2016.

Still in contact, over social,

but they're like teenage girls.

It's all shorthand and emojis.

Go back, go back, go back, go back.

That car last night after dinner,

that was parked outside my house.

Okay. Well we will keep uniforms at your house,

put a team on this Brio guy now and pick him up soon as we find him.

-Hey, Sam. -Hey.

-You're all right? -Yep.

-Can I do anything for you? -No, I'm good.

Come on, you sure?

Yep.

Have a good day.

Hey. Will you let me just talk to you for one second.

No you can't. No more words. I want you guys to go inside.

I want you to make coffee for PJ and Rachel.

-Who? -Who?

PJ and Rachel. Over there.

See them, those two cops over there sitting around like assholes guarding us

because yet again, you have endangered our lives.

Listen, you know, I love you, PJ.

You know, I love you. I don't think you're an asshole.

-Yeah, no. I know. It's fine. -Do you want milk?

Do you want sugar?

-Do you have oat? -Are you kidding me?

-Yup. I definitely-- -If it's not a problem.

-Not a problem at all. -Be right there. Okay.

I need you to go get the oat milk in the small cupboard,

near the dry lentils and the cane sugar that we never use,

doesn't matter, just go in and get it.

-Hell of a day. -Yeah.

Sam it's fine. I know you want it.

-Better? -Better.

Would be better if I had a light. Do you got a light?

Of course you don't, you know what would be better?

If I had light and I could light it

and then I would be one step closer to death

that would actually really be better.

-Sam. -Our son's a criminal.

Do you actually get that? Because I do.

'Cause I'm a terrible mother and I'm really pathetic.

And the one goddamn time I let my guard down,

I lose key evidence in a case and all my colleagues,

they just... all through my house.

And then they saw my stupid...

stupid...

It was so stupid.

I'm so stupid.

Hey, you're not.

No stop, my stupid personal crappy life. They saw my friend board.

You know how hard it is for me to make friends.

Well I don't know,

they all seem to like you, especially that Nazeer fellow.

Oh yeah, not anymore.

Not after he finds I'm a secret smoker,

like a lying piece of crap.

Sam, you're human.

You are adorably human.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

-Hey. -Hey, whatever.

Says Mr. Perfect.

Oh yeah. I'm really perfect. I've got a son who's always in jail.

Really? Me too.

I highly recommend not putting that on like your dating profile.

It's a serious red flag.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

You really think this was just Elliot

the selling drugs, ripping people off?

No, I don't.

I think it was Jackie,

but I'll tell you what, if Elliot wants to take the blame.

That's on him.

I want that girl out of my house.

Oh God, I wish he, I just wish he'd never met her.

-Elliot's going to be fine. -Hey, you want me to take those?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, you know that you don't gotta to do this. Right?

You know, this was my problem and my hustle.

Hey, your hustle is my hustle.

It's not like, I didn't know. Anyways.

You've got all of these people

who care about you and want to see you succeed.

Hey, it's going to be okay.

You just gotta trust me a little bit. Okay.

We've had a team on Brio since last night.

He hasn't gone anywhere. Not even at the club.

Anyone find the sat phone. Turn it on.

Is there another way to track it?

Not yet, I think this Brio guy is operating on the dark web.

It's all private rooms. Need a code or an intro.

Can't y'all just DM him, or something.

Nah, this guy's for real.

He's not gonna bite over social,

but we do need your help making contact with him.

Maybe call Vince in Miami.

Get an introduction.

Jackie...

Hey, Vince.

Hey. Yeah, this is, this is Melody's friend.

Yeah, I don't know you.

Yeah you do.

Look I want your bro, from the six off of my ass.

Okay. You're pissed at me now.

Just wait and see how pissed you're going to be

when I call the cops on your little GHB seduction ring.

Because dude, I got it all on video.

Kids these days always recording things.

So if you want your cut, I want you to link me with Brio,

get me to meet him today, you bring my laptop and my buzzer.

You can get your cut of the money and we won't go to the police.

I got to go.

You have a video of this Vince guy committing a crime?

No, but how's he gonna know that.

Here you go.

Oh, okay.

-We're in. -Nice.

That's not how I'd start that.

Should I give him my name?

No, he knows your name.

Let's try--

Laptop, plus satellite, plus phone, equals bag of money.

No prince, no dice.

Oh yeah. He's trying to say that he wants to hear from Vince first.

Prince Vince. He's owner of the Crimson Castle.

It's a power play essentially.

He is doing this for Vince.

He wants me to be in the know.

Where do you guys want this meet to be?

How about the Van Gogh exhibit?

What, no, because I was looking it up online.

It's big, it's dark, it's contained.

We could hide our people there easily.

-It sounds like fun to me. -Okay.

Best part is he doesn't seem to know you're a cop.

Which bodes well for getting the sat phone back.

That's not how you spell Van Gogh.

We're on.

You good? Everything in place?

Yep. All systems go.

-You ready? We're 10 minutes out. -Yeah, I'm ready.

Money's in the bag, you make contact with Brio.

Get the laptop and the satellite phone.

You give him the bag.

And leave the rest to us. Okay.

All right, turn around.

You ever tried drinking through a paper towel?

Yes. Can you move your hair please?

Oh yeah.

It's funny. I'm actually kind of starting to like this little thing.

Yeah, well you should start needing it less.

Excuse me?

Jackie. Kids from your neighborhood don't get a second chance.

So let's be real clear.

You're getting this pass because of Elliot.

So don't screw it up.

You know what,

I think I'm just going to go to the washroom really quickly.

-What? -No, I have to pee.

-Not now. -Will take like two seconds. It's fine.

Are you kidding me?

I love you.

What?

Yeah. Elliot's here.

No. There's no sign of Jackie.

Wow. Oh my God.

Any sign of Brio?

Hey, look. Look.

-What? -Look.

Why would someone this magnificent cut off his own ear.

Well, we all have our problems.

I'm bringing you back here this weekend.

We have reservations at Canoe.

If that's all right.

Hey Sam, I have a single bed in my apartment.

Angie took off with the queen and I never bothered to replace it.

That's why I haven't invited you over.

Cause it's awful.

And um, I'm embarrassed.

Look, we all have our stuff. Okay?

Single bed guy, secret smoker.

But maybe we're a match made in neurotic heaven.

The exhibits in town for a few more months,

-Sam. -What?

-Can you check on Elliot and Jackie? -Yeah.

I'm going to check it out.

-We're gonna... -Yep.

Elliot's here. Where's Jackie.

It's a quarter past, what is happening?

No, they should both be there by now.

Our target just walked in.

Let's call it, abort.

Hey. Prince sent me.

Who are you?

Elliot, Jackie bailed.

She had some side hustle going on. She didn't even tell me.

The money's in my van. Okay.

So let's just get this over with all right?

I don't know what's happening. We're coming to you.

You do security, right?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Vince told me.

Hey, if you ever have any work lined up for me,

I'd be all over it.

Come on man, I'm not giving you 90k out here.

Police! Put your hands up.

Step back, drop it, turn around.

Hand's on your head. Interlock your fingers.

I got it.

Elliot?

Just need a minute, okay?

So you'll call us when you hear from Jackie.

Ideally she shows up soon with that money.

What about Elliot here?

Oh, we don't have anything to charge him with.

Without involving the US, there was no criminal offense tied

to the possession of that money.

Elliot's free to go.

Thank you, detective.

So, you're not a big fan of cops.

I get it. Is that why you shot her?

I take it Elliot walked.

Did you know Sergeant Beauchamp?

Charmed life, that kid.

Richie sure could have used a lawyer dad or, you know,

half the unit looking out for them.

He should be so lucky.

You think he did it?

Doesn't matter what I think. The evidence says what it says.

At Marshall court,

a few years ago, Keegan and I ran that basketball program.

Richie was always the first one in the gym, and the last one out.

Not only you, all right?

Sometimes you just gotta be a cop.

Got it.

Yes.

Marc The Shark doesn't have a lot of friends.

He only called one number from this phone.

Eight, eight, nine something. Looks like another sat phone.

So Marc was using his phone to make gun deals with one person?

And this one person could be Gabrielle's shooter?

Anything else? You got anything else?

We have a warrant for this number?

-Yeah.

Hi, Hannah, D.S. green.

I'm looking for information on a satellite phone number.

Yup.

Sending it to you... now.

Write this down.

GPS location.

Yep. Latitude...

43.69

5486.

Longitude...

79.33

4477.

Amazing, Hannah. Thank you.

Okay, thank you.

Durren Drive, Etobicoke.

-Who lives there? -Searching.

-A guy named Adam Gentle. -Okay, let's go.

-You want to drive? -Definitely.

You know what? I can't take it anymore. Hold on, hold on.

Okay. Hiccups. Two Ronies left.

Orgasm or a rectal massage.

Hmm... neither.

Okay. You have had those hiccups since Len walked back into your life.

-Are you telling me it's a non issue? -No, I'm not.

We were together for three years.

Was the best three years of my life,

but then it went bad, really fast.

All right, we were doing this UC job.

And we were living together and I was part of his cover,

but then he got way too caught up in it.

But then I realized he was using and I didn't know what to do.

Hey, Duff.

On top of all that.

Did he start hitting?

No... he-he shoved me around.

Okay...

and locked me in the closet.

And he put a gun to your head.

I don't know, it was all part of the play.

Right, but...

Yeah, sure did scare the hell out of me.

-What are you doing? Oh my God. -I'm gonna hug now.

-Oh, I think someone's home. -Okay.

God, let's get a look at our gun buyer.

Good girl, come on. Onto the middle.

Here we go. Here we go.

No. That is not our target.

Okay. Let's not stereotype.

He could be very, very scary.

Poopy. Poopy.

Thatta girl.

Let's see this guy.

-Hang on. -What?

-The dog is doing his business. -It's already ringing.

Oh, oh.

For a guy who's a gun buyer, he's not too nimble on the draw.

Indeed.

I highly doubt he shot anyone.

Especially Gabrielle.

What does he have to do with Marc the biker?

Kelly.

Oh God, Len.

I can see why Marc lost his phone in this mess.

Thanks by the way, the phone really helped.

Of course. Hey, let me walk you in.

-Kelly Marie Duff. -What?

I will give you $100 if you hiccup again.

Oh, well get your money out 'cause it's going to happen again.

Wow, Len.

Some things really haven't changed.

-That's not mine. -Come on.

Kelly, it's not mine. All right.

Marc gave it to me to sell.

Hey, for real, I've been sober two years now.

It's pink, same color we've been seeing, coming out of Mexico.

Take it. Get a test to see if it's the same stuff.

Have you heard who Adam Gentle is?

An accountant.

A real nerd, he lives on Durren Drive?

No. Is that who Marc's been calling?

Yeah, but I still can't find out what the connection is.

Accountants, bikers, 3D guns, Mexico.

I have no clue what is going on.

Want to walk it through together?

Yeah. No, it's cool.

-Let's leave it. -Yeah.

At least I took care of those hiccups.

Hey, do you still eat pizza?

Or are you one of those gluten-free nerds now?

Oh hell no.

I mean, figure we could go to Garducci's on Third.

Talk it out.

After you.

So, okay. This is what I figured out so far.

It's three main gangs.

Did you get what you needed out of that phone?

Not sure yet.

It's pretty good we got it back though. Right?

It's better than some random criminal having it.

You know what would've been better?

Not having had it stolen in the first place

as retribution for you dealing drugs. That, Elliot.

That would have been better.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Can I make you dinner or something?

Or, I could run you a bath.

You could stop dealing drugs, get a job, go to university.

Really so much that you could do and not,

not really for me, but for you Elliot.

You look like an idiot when you smoke.

Doesn't everyone?

Elliot tell you what happened?

Yeah, he did.

How do I teach him about consequences?

They never seem to find him.

Maybe he never had a mother who let him land on his ass.

You got it all figured out, huh?

Don't be stupid. Samantha.

Nobody has it all figured out.

Got another one of those?

Light?