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Keep it steppin' with that big-headed buffalo.

Hush! My bark is bigger than yours.

Good morning to you, too, Ms. Patty.

Hmph.

How many times have I told this child...

you cannot leave your bike sit in the middle of the road!

Hmph.

You're right.

Uh-huh.

That's right.

Don't mess with Ms. Patty. I told you!

- Good. - _

Mornin', patty.

Excuse me?

- I mean, Ms. Patty. - Mm-hmm!

Did you see, I'm repainting my window frames?

I made sure it's up to snuff this time.

Mm-hmm.

I went with the avocado green...

The color that you recommended.

It's a distinguished color.

I think so, too.

Uh, I'll see you tonight at the block contest.

Excuse me, Harold.

All right.

♪ ... Draw for the tat tat tat ♪

♪ All erratic when I clap clap back ♪

♪ Kill 'em on the riddim like pap pap pap ♪

♪ Head shot, yeah double tap that strap ♪

♪ I'm warning you ♪

♪ Bullets like bees they're swarming you... ♪

Oh, hell no!

♪ ... Better watch who you talking to... ♪

Get out here and pick up this mess, you he...

- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -

- Oh, hey. Come on in. - Hey.

Oh, is this a, um...

Good time or a bad time?

Uh, neither. Actually, it's my spa time.

- So, if can you make it quick? - "Spa time."

I didn't realize the four seasons came through

and installed spas here.

Hilarious. No, I was serious.

The water at this dump hits peak heat

between exactly 9:15 and 9:23,

and I just lost a minute of that to answer the door for you,

so, whatever you're doing here better be worth it.

Uh, I brought you a laptop?

Yeah, that's a decent start.

I need you to look into... something.

What, another work favor?

MPU should really just consider adding me to the payroll at this point.

This is not MPU.

Uh, Nikki thinks our new boss is clean.

I think he is, um, dirty.

- Hmm! - Have a look.

Oh. That's the car bomb

that killed John Maritz and his lawyer?

Correct. And this is the guy

that just confessed to the crime. All right?

His name is Logan Barlowe.

Um, he's got priors that fit,

he's been dormant for the last three years, so, I ask you, why?

Well, you know that could be a million reasons.

Right... Braun, he takes this guy right to the D.A.

and confesses... all tied up in a bow.

- That's not goofy to you? - No. That... that is weird.

Right. I don't care what Nikki says,

um, this guy Braun is involved in this,

and I need you to find a connection

between Braun and Logan. Okay?

Yes.

Yes. Uh, no, no eBay, no Amazon, no DoorDash.

- Please. - Okay. Great.

You gonna let go?

Okay. Thanks.

Thank you!

What up, y'all?

Hey.

Buenos dias.

Just...

Hey, hey. Your mug.

Thanks.

Oh, God.

Please tell me it's nothing that can't be ironed out.

What are you talking about?

Whatever fight y'all had, are having, or want to be having,

and instead,

you're dancing around like very polite strangers.

I don't know what that means, but we're not fighting.

Okay, I am thrilled to officiate your wedding,

but not until you two figure out whatever this is.

We're fine.

Okay, I hear it. I receive it, uh...

but come find me

when you're ready to be honest about what's going on,

because it's giving "we need an inter-friend-tion."

Mm-hmm.

Captain Batista? We have a walk-in.

Thank you.

I need a few more details, Harold.

- Does Patty have any... - She prefers "Ms. Patty."

Does Ms. Patty have any health issues?

Uh, any... any signs of dementia?

No! She's as sharp as a tack,

and the finest block captain in Philly.

Gotta be healthy, what, with all the cleanups

and the fundraisers.

And you're sure she didn't just slip away for a few days?

6,000 captains in Philly,

and Ms. Patty's won the "cleanest block" contest

five years running.

Today was the reception announcing this year's winner,

and she was a no-show!

She'd never miss that...

- not in a million years. - Right.

I looked for her at her house,

checked her favorite office supply store,

her favorite cafes.

Plus, she isn't answering her phone,

and she always answers her phone!

I mean, maybe she had a family emergency?

Do you know any of her relatives that we can reach out to?

Not as far as I know.

Truth is, we haven't really talked about much, other than the block.

Harold, thank you so much for coming in.

Let us look into it, okay?

Ms. Patty's special.

Smart and feisty,

and her heart...

well, it's solid gold.

Ever since I moved to Philly last year,

seeing Ms. Patty's the brightest moment of my day.

You have to find her.

- Please. - Harold, you have my word.

We'll do everything we can. Okay?

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Notify hospitals, precincts...

and put a trace on her phone.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Make the damn call, lady.

That gun supposed to scare me?

Go ahead! Do it.

- Kill an old lady. - Keep running your mouth, and I will.

We know you got Maurice's number in your contacts

under a different name.

Call him, now!

You got the wrong idea, if you think I'm giving him up.

You think I'm playing?

Fine! All right! All right. O-okay, fine. Fine.

- 911, what's your... - Help! Help! I've been taken!

Oh!

- Hey! - You better go ahead and kill me,

'cause I'm not telling you a damn thing.

Hey.

Checked with all the hospitals.

None of them have an elderly woman

that matches the description of Ms. Patty.

And nothing from the precincts. You better try the coroner.

Yep.

We just gonna keep pretending nothing's wrong?

We are not "pretending."

I-I just don't want to bring our issues into work, honey.

Okay, then let's resolve it.

You and Jason are keeping something from me and I don't like it.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

All the looks, all the sidebar...

Nikki, we're getting married, okay?

You can't do this.

But we have an endangered woman out there

and right now is just not the time.

Yes?

- Uh, is... - You can come in.

Okay. Uh, I got Ms. Patty's cellphone records.

The phone is off, so I can't trace the location,

but the last call she made was to 911.

The dispatcher said that she yelled for help

and then the call was shut down.

Put out the alert.

I found her binder in the alley.

How well you know Ms. Patty?

I avoid her at all costs.

Oh, why's that?

She filed a complaint with the restaurant.

Said I was careless with the trash cans.

You believe it? I'm just doing my job.

I get it, man. I am trying to do my job every day. With my boss

you catch her on a bad day, she's a real tyrant. Right?

Oddly, today, I'm not in the mood to disagree.

You see anything that might suggest Patty was targeted?

"Ms. Patty."

And sure. Take your pick.

Not a single person on this block who hasn't seen

the wrath of "Sgt. Block captain Ms. Patty."

All right. You know what?

I think, for once, gentrification might help.

Saw a bunch of fancy doorbell cameras on those houses.

Where exactly did you find the binder?

- Right there. - Right here?

Uh... sorry if something happened to her,

but the way she goes around henpecking,

maybe she finally pecked the wrong cock.

Good luck, boys.

Thanks.

So, Harold worships her,

Tony says she's a pain in the ass.

Who is this woman?

I'm guessing it's someone

who wouldn't get a cheese stain on her binder...

or litter, or eat Cheetos, for that matter.

Someone pick that up. We should have Helen run a print.

Well, maybe, uh,

random Cheeto-guy walks through the alleyway,

finds it after she was taken.

- Maybe. Hey, Tony! - Yeah?

You get a lot of traffic through this alleyway?

Nope. Used to be the occasional druggie,

but ever since Ms. Patty took over,

it's easier to go a few blocks down than deal with her.

Yeah, all right, thanks.

Hey, I got a theory. Can I run it by you?

- Yeah, what do ya got? - 'Kay.

Move over to your left a little bit.

Right there. Good.

What are you doi... ?

You mind telling me why the hell you just assaulted me?

Drop down a little bit.

There it is! Perfect.

That's blood from a head blow,

and I'm guessing that it belongs to Ms. Patty.

And then...

There's my theory.

It's actually not that bad.

Thanks.

I love a good party!

- Just not one I can hear after... - Oh, girl.

We confirmed the blood in the alleyway was Ms. Patty's.

- Please tell me you got something. - Okay. It's a strong maybe.

So the neighbors, uh,

provided doorbell camera and security footage,

which I was able to reconstruct Ms. Patty's, uh, route,

and it did not disappoint.

You want some popcorn?

Uh-uh. No thanks.

Okay. So, Ms. Patty's first stop

is Mr. Henderson, who lives across from her.

Seems like you forgot the lawn maintenance rules,

so I called a landscaper.

The bill's in your mailbox.

Don't forget to tip.

Is she serious?

Oh... it gets better.

Uh, after Mr. Henderson,

she goes to Mrs. Jacobs' house...

But you know that's my car.

And I live on this street!

Do you know how much that's gonna cost me?

No permit, no parking, Mrs. Jacobs.

If I let you park without a permit,

it wouldn't be fair to the others.

Here's the number for the tow truck company.

And it goes on and on, until she sees Harold,

- and then we lose sight of her. - So we went from no motives at all

to too many to count?

I mean, the question is,

is who was provoked enough to harm her?

Harm who?

Not Ms. Patty, I hope.

Did you see her binder?

This woman is an organization queen!

Yeah, well, she's also a maniac.

Maybe she's just misunderstood,

like my two most-favorite musical-theater villainesses.

Can you guess which ones?

Ms. Hannigan from "Annie"

and Evillene from "The Wiz"! Duh.

Something you need, Helen?

Yes! Yes. Ease on down the road...

to my office.

I couldn't pull a print from the binder

other than Ms. Patty's,

but I know why someone might've had the munchies.

There's cannabis resin in the cheese dust.

Wait. How's that possible?

Weed crystals.

They linger on surfaces longer than you can feel or smell them.

Isn't that... dope?

Please don't start with the puns.

If weed puns are a sin, I'll see you all... inhale.

I'm guessing Ms. Patty is the opposite of baked.

Okay? Which means the trace is likely from whoever grabbed her.

I'll identify the strain, see if that gets us anywhere.

I'll follow up with the neighbors. Yeah?

Hey, uh, you guys?

So, Ms. Patty filed complaints

with parking, housing, animal control,

but one of them paid off.

- Get Jason. - Yeah.

His name is Julian Meeks.

He owns an auto repair shop.

He's got a full jacket...

assault, burglary, you name it.

Right, so kidnapping's an escalation... not a surprise.

Yeah. Ms. Patty filed multiple complaints against him,

said he was casing cars, but she called

so many times that they stopped following...

What are you doing?

I got a feeling this is the type of guy that doesn't like cops.

Hey, hey, hey. Let's not jump to conclusions, all right?

Oh, right, because you think badging a guy like Meeks

is the way to go?

"Hey! You got any victims in here?"

"Sure, this way... since you badged me.

She's tied up, right in the back.

See her? Right there."

All right. Hey, hey. Enough.

We're here. It's Meeks' place.

Is that your boy Harold?

Maybe loverboy's not telling us something.

Or he's the one behind it

and he's paying this creep for kidnapping Ms. Patty.

Julian Meeks is top of Ms. Patty's you-know-what list.

I think maybe he grabbed her.

I put a down payment on a car

so I could, you know, case the joint.

- "Case the joint." - That's right!

No disrespect, Harold, but that was a really dumb idea.

This is my chance to be her hero.

You know, she picked Lonnie Jones up at school

every day for two months because his mother was sick?

She organized a food drive for Mr. Klein,

'cause he couldn't afford groceries.

Now, she may be prickly,

but this is a woman

- worth fighting for. - Harold, Harold.

Listen, we don't need you to be a knight in shining armor.

All right? We need you to be safe,

so that Ms. Patty has someone to come home to.

But I can help!

- I can do something! - You've already helped. All right?

You did something. You gave me an idea.

I appreciate it, but now I need you to go home.

Please.

Thank you, Harold.

Um, w-w-what's in your trunk?

My basketball kids' trophies. Why?

No reason.

What're you doing? What're you doing?

Hey, hey, hey.

No!

- Sorry. - Why? Why, why? Why?

- What are you doing? - Will you relax?

I know a place we can get it fixed.

Don't tell Nikki, please.

I wasn't planning on it.

What the heck happened here?

Something stupid hit it.

Will you go for a walk, please?

He's very upset. He thinks it's my fault.

Anyway, what he meant to say was unfortunate things happen.

We appreciate you fitting us in.

I assume you've got a busy schedule,

- so thank you very much. - I just got to the shop.

- Just now? - Yeah.

I mean, it's a little late in the day.

What, you, uh... busy morning, or...

I'm just curious for the future.

Um, you know, if I've got any repairs that...

Oh, I keep a flexible schedule.

- You do? - Yeah.

That's good!

Why you keep looking over there? What's over there?

I'm talking to you here.

Hey, Donny?

- Donny! - Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey! Ain't nothing for you back there.

No, I just... I gotta use the bathroom.

Bathroom's out of order.

Hey!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Look it. Look it. Look it. Look it. Look it.

Relax. You sit down. Sit down.

- Don't move. - Sit down.

That means you relax.

Chill out. Okay?

Okay. Good.

This is what you idiots are doing?

Huh? Car parts?

What do you got?

Sending catalytic converters to China? It's a felony.

- We're cops, by the way. - Oh!

Philly PD.

Hands behind your back.

- Don't move. - Oh...

Oh!

Whoo.

That looked like it hurt.

No. No, Harold, they didn't find her.

We followed up with your neighbors.

We'll keep you posted, okay?

Absolutely. Absolutely. Okay.

That man is in love.

Hey, what's going on with you and Mike?

Nothing.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

- Okay. - Nothing's going on.

We know you had a run-in

with Ms. Patty, which gives you a motive.

I didn't touch her.

I'm gonna ask you this one time... where is she?

I don't know.

I mean, I'd happily kill her,

but actually spending time with her? No way!

You're like the neighborhood rodent, Julian.

All right? Under every damn car.

Look, I'm gonna make you a deal. Okay?

You tell me something that matters,

and I'll forget about the stolen converters.

Or I put you in jail,

and let the other rodents freakin' eat you.

- You got me? - Fine.

I was checking out a car,

and I saw Ms. Patty, so I...

I hid,

and these two guys jumped out of a van.

They roughed her up,

and then they, uh, they just grabbed her

and they drove off.

Okay. You see their faces?

Nah. They were wearing masks.

You didn't think to say anything...

You're doing that thing with your neck.

I don't know what you're talking about.

When y-you're pissed off, you rub your neck in a certain way,

and you're clearly pissed off.

I'm not pissed off.

Oh, okay. It's that bad?

I'm innocent!

I don't know what your definition of innocent...

- You know what's bad? - Huh?

An elderly woman missing for eight hours.

That's what's bad.

- That's... I agree. - Por favor.

All right, what about the van?

Make, model, license plate?

Well, I-I didn't catch the plate.

Listen, listen, I don't have time for this. All right?

And I'm letting you know right now,

those rodents inside of prison... very, very hungry. You got it?

It was a blue Chevy Astro. All right?

Now, that's all I know!

Yeah. No, I doubt that.

Hey, man, my thing is cars, okay?

Not old ladies!

And even if she wasn't nuts...

which she is...

I would not mess with Ms. Patty.

Her son has a bodyguard with a bad side

- I do not want to get on. - What are you talking about?

Well, Ms. Patty doesn't have any children.

- No, she does not. - Ms. Patty,

she's not a mother.

Well, not biological.

Hey, you know what, that's it.

You wanna know more? You deal me outta here.

Hey, hey. No, you don't get it. All right?

No, you don't get a deal.

You just tried to assault an officer.

- You know what that... - Hey, um...

I just spoke to his buddy from the garage.

Um, apparently, you don't pay him very well,

'cause he just ratted you out crazy.

Ah, I don't believe that.

All right, I don't care what you believe or not.

Um, I mean, I-I thought we only had him on the converters,

but now your file just went from "really big"

to "never see the light of day, ever again."

Yeah. It's bad.

Okay. All right.

What do you want?

I want names. All right? Numbers, addresses.

Right now.

Last March,

I was casing a BMW out front of Ms. Patty's house,

and, uh, next thing you know,

I'm surrounded by "Mo Betta" and his entourage of d-bags.

Yeah, well, it turns out that was his car.

- Mo Betta, the rapper? Huh? - Yeah.

Wow. He's an MC.

He's, um, kinda nice with it.

He just put out a record... a new record.

Last record... I mean, he's gonna blow up.

Do you mind?

Yeah. I'm just a fan, that's all.

Word on the street...

she practically raised him.

Who the hell raised you?

I eat punks like you for breakfast.

Shut up!

Stop it, man! She's hurt.

I know that voice.

Kevin?

Kevin Darnell Dixon! Is that you?

Y-you don't think I'd recognize that lisp,

or that chipped front tooth?

Are you crazy?

I've known you since you was a little boy!

What's wrong with you?

I know your mama!

- Wha... - Come on!

You just had to open your big mouth, didn't you?

We're not trying kill the lady.

We're just trying to use her to get to Mo!

She I.D.ed you, you moron.

You want your respect and due from mo, fine,

but it ain't gonna mean a damn thing if they live to turn us in.

I hired you, you get me?

Remember that.

Put that down.

Put that down!

Final warning.

Our beef is with Mo

and it ain't with you.

Tell us what contact he's under!

I would protect that boy with my life.

The answer was no then, and it's no now!

Yeah? Aight.

We gonna do this a different way.

What are you doing?

Plenty more bullets where that came from.

Blues!

The name is under "Blues."

"Mo Betta Blues."

Clever.

Why don't you take a seat, Maurice?

Thank you.

So you had no idea Ms. Patty was in trouble?

You calling me was the first time I heard her had gone missing.

Well, we're trying to find her,

so, anything... anything that you could tell us may help.

Why, uh...

Why don't you take me back to the beginning?

When my real mom died, I, uh...

I had no one.

Bounced around from couch to couch,

only eight years old.

Starving. Lonely.

But the day I met Ms. Patty was...

the day I learned people could be kind in this world.

"Kind" is not a word

a lot of people have used to describe her.

Don't get me wrong.

She still terrifies me.

I bet!

But she saw I was in need,

and took in a kid everyone else had already written off.

Ms. Patty sees people's potential.

How so?

When she noticed my interest in music,

she forced me to learn the piano.

"If you're gonna do it,

- do it right." - Oh!

That's her motto.

Made me practice!

Even helped me come up with my stage name.

"Mo Betta" was her idea?

She'd go around telling people

I had "Mo Betta" style, looks and lyrics

than any Philly rapper.

Let me ask you something.

Do you think that maybe

someone might be using her to get to you?

Hmm?

Hard to say.

Lotta haters, you know?

Occupational hazard.

But Ms. Patty doesn't deserve this.

No, I agree with you. She doesn't deserve it.

So if there's anything else you want to tell me,

now would be the time.

I got nothing.

We'll be in touch.

He's hiding something.

I want to know what it is.

I'll look for his online presence,

see if there are any red flags.

I want him followed.

Whatever mess he's in,

it's blowing back on that poor old woman.

I got you.

Hate to admit it, but Nikki was right.

This dude's not telling us something.

Yeah, there's a lot of that going on lately.

Okay, that's enough.

You've officially just surpassed

your daily quota for passive-aggressive comments.

What's the matter with you?

Why don't you ask your ex-wife?

I did ask her. Now I'm asking you.

I don't need relationship advice right now, all right?

You want to help me out? You can do the paperwork

еxplaining why I need a new side mirror.

- How about that? - Okay.

You eat her leftovers? She hates that.

We're not doing this. We're not doing this!

You forgot to put the toilet seat back down, what?

I don't do any of those things. That's why she's marrying me.

Оuch!

You should buy flowers.

- Enough. All right? - Gotcha.

There's mo and his bodyguard.

Something going down at this nightclub?

♪ I got enough to go around who wants some? ♪

♪ I got enough to go around ♪

♪ I got enough to go around... ♪

Let's see...

I made a promise to myself and my people...

Hey! You know that cannabis I found on Ms. Patty's binder?

- Yeah? - It's a strain called "evergreen bliss."

Okay. Find out who grows it and where they sell it.

- Already on it. - Oh. Thank you.

Whoa... Mo Betta's bodyguard was right.

This stuff gets ugly.

Yeah. So far, it's complainers and haters,

but no active threats.

Ooh! This is it!

"Evergreen bliss" is produced exclusively

by one grower in the greater Philly area.

Okay, find out which dispensaries they sell to.

If we can get a customer list,

maybe it gives us who took Ms. Patty.

- On it! - Thank you.

When you on the grind,

you bound to have some haters!

Excuse me one second.

Philly PD. We need to get inside.

Yeah.

I just need to see a warrant.

- A warrant? - Mm-hmm.

Or a $100 bill.

This Miami?

Look, we got an old lady missing.

Well, she isn't in here!

Yeah, no. Probably not,

but, you know, this is, um... this is kind of a fire hazard.

And if we wanted to,

we could probably just shut the place down.

It's a safety hazard, you know?

♪ ... They could find at home ♪

♪ Tape recorders, amps vinyl, and microphones... ♪

We're feeling good! Philadelphia!

- Yes sir! - ♪ It wasn't long ♪

♪ Before they became the main attraction ♪

We in the house! Where you at, Philly?

♪ ... Put a mixtape together and sold it at recess ♪

Hey. Hey! Let's get it!

♪ ... Put a mixtape together but knew it wouldn't last... ♪

- Let's get it, y'all. - ♪ ... And after high school ♪

- ♪ The real world it hits fast... ♪ - Hey, yo! Everybody, make noise

for Philly's very own Mo Betta!

♪ Trying to bee gee's but that wasn't making ends ♪

♪ Thought of quitting every week ♪

♪ 'Cause it just wasn't making sense... ♪

Yo. Where the hell is Kevin? Where is Kevin?

- I haven't seen him today, bro. - Shit.

_

Hey, Philly! How y'all feelin'?

How're we gonna find him in this?

I don't know. I'll go up, you go down.

♪ I'm always on my way up ♪

♪ I never sit on sofas ♪

♪ I take your two cents ♪

♪ And you give me them penny loafers ♪

♪ I got dreams to be the top ♪

♪ That means I think it over... ♪

- 'Scuse me. Sorry. - ♪ ... Say I just might ♪

♪ Show you what my hit like ♪

♪ A hit like ♪

♪ When I'm working on it every day ♪

♪ A hit like ♪

♪ When I'm doing everything it takes ♪

♪ A hit like ♪

♪ When I'm moving every second I wake ♪

♪ A hit like ♪

♪ Say I just might ♪

♪ Show you what my hit like... ♪

- Yeah, hello? - Wayne.

- Hello? - Wayne! Can you hear me?

- Hello? - Jay?

Jay, I can barely hear you. Are you at a concert?

No, I'm at a nightclub!

Oh, but a nightclub! I wanna be at a nightclub.

No, no, you don't.

It's crowded in here.

I'm having trouble finding this guy.

I need you to track Mo Betta's phone.

How fast can you do that?

Uh, five minutes.

That's not gonna be fast enough.

♪ ... That means I think it over... ♪

Never mind. I'll call you back.

♪ ... Say I just might show you what my hit like... ♪

Hey! Is your boss back there?

- Who wants to know? - I need to speak to him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, my man. You feel that? That's a gun in your back.

Let my partner go.

Very good. Now, where's Mo?

- Where's he going? - I don't know!

Why did he come to this club tonight?

He's got beef with an old friend.

- Mo thought he'd be here. - All right. What's the guy's name?

I don't get paid to ask questions.

No, no, no, no. You get paid to protect him,

and you are doing a terrible job.

Get him on the phone right now.

- I can't. - Why not?

Mo gave me his phone.

Didn't want anybody tracing it.

Anything happens to him, it's on you.

You know that, right?

Jay! Jay, you gotta see this.

You shot me.

Maurice, don't listen to them, baby.

Don't come! Ah!

Yeah. He got a text message, too.

"Ditch your phone.

Come alone, or she dies."

No location, right?

- No. - Mo must've known where to go.

- We're screwed. - So is Ms. Patty.

Traffic cam picked up Mo's SUV

when he got on the northbound expressway.

No idea where he's going, but we're working on it.

Keep moving north.

You got anything from that video?

Just confirmation that society has reached a new level of crazy

if they're shooting women in the legs.

- Ridiculous. - Yeah.

Tell me about it.

Metadata is disabled, so I can't pull a location.

What about background sounds?

I couldn't dig anything out, but I'll keep trying.

Mo thinks that he can save Ms. Patty

on his own. If we don't get there in enough time,

we might have two victims.

I may have something.

Remember that cannabis strain on Ms. Patty's binder?

It's sold at a dispensary called "Philly Weedsteaks."

And that is a medical dispensary. Okay?

The customer info is protected by HIPAA...

I mean, I can get a warrant, but...

We don't have time for a warrant.

- Exactly. - And that's why

I called a friend.

Not actually my friend, but you know,

"your friends are my friends," so... heh.

- Wayne? - Yeah, Wayne.

Uh, MPU volunteer hotline. How can I help you?

All right, tell me you got something.

Working on it. Almost there.

Okay. No pressure.

Just that customer list is the only thing

that's gonna help us find Ms. Patty at this point.

Huh! There, I'm in.

Searching for customers who've bought evergreen bliss.

All right. Which ones live on her block?

Just give me their names.

Noah Avery, Gabriel Cartwright,

Kevin Dixon.

Kevin Dixon? Uh... Tch.

That's "No-Phi Deluxe."

- Who? - Sorry, who?

He's a... he's a producer.

Him and Mo Betta been working together for years.

He did a bunch of mixed tapes.

He just blew up. He's, like, on the source's

"top 50 producers to watch" list.

He's also gotta be the dude

that the bodyguard was talking about.

That is a deep cut.

How is it that you know so much about hip-hop?

'Cause I'm a "G." I'll tell you about it later.

Long story.

"Long story," he says.

- A "G"? - Yeah.

Kemi, I need you to tell Nikki

that we need everything that you got on Kevin Dixon.

All right? He's a producer.

He's probably the one that took Ms. Patty.

- Talk to me. - That's him, Kevin Dixon.

I did a records search and found a court filing.

It's still pending, but Kevin sued Mo about a year ago.

Sued him for what?

Mo dropped him as producer,

right before he signed his new record deal.

I mean, it has "betrayed friend" written all over it.

Okay, so we have a motive. Do we have a location?

Oh! Um, the lack of ambient sound

was bothering me,

so I stripped the voices.

Take a listen to that.

I don't hear anything.

Exactly. The room is soundproof.

Find out if Kevin Dixon has a recording studio.

- Yeah. - Good job!

The studio is called "Boogie Beats."

On north broad.

Alright, that's Hunting Park. We're ten minutes out.

It's the vertical pedal on the right.

Make it five. Come on.

Where you at, Kevin?

Oh, you scared now?

Stop hiding!

I kept the cops out of it.

Now show yourself!

- Mama Patty! - Baby! No, be careful! Be careful!

Ooh, I guess one of us finally grew a pair.

One of us still got a chip on his shoulder

and in his big mouth.

Maurice, there's two of them! Maurice! Maurice!

The party's over.

Imma need that.

That's the van Ms. Patty was taken in.

You don't think we need backup?

We don't have time for that.

Why do I spend half my life

thinking you're gonna get us killed?

Focus on the other half.

Hold up.

Oh, baby!

It's business!

The label wanted me to use their own producers.

You think this is about the music?

I've lived in your shadow, since we was kids...

and you had her greasing the way every step.

You got the scholarship I wanted.

You got the girl I wanted.

You became the hometown hero!

"Mo Betta."

And I stood by you.

Every step.

I know you did.

That's why I let you produce my last album.

So that you could go and re-record our tracks, Mo?

And cut me out of the profits?

That's the last straw, Mo,

you phony piece of...

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

I get that you're angry, but...

why mess with Ms. Patty?

You could've just talked to me.

I couldn't!

You changed your damn phone!

You think my first option was kidnapping an old lady?

You got one more time to call me "old lady,"

Checker-Tooth!

Thing is, Maurice...

as long as you're alive,

Kev's gonna have to keep living in your shadow.

But if you gone,

- well... - They're gonna kill you.

Kevin still has a cut of the last album.

Sales'll skyrocket!

It didn't have to be this way, Mo.

Go see what's up.

You!

You stay right there.

I'm going left.

Hey!

Hey.

Philadelphia Police Department. Put your gun down.

Drop the gun. I'll shoot.

'Kay.

I swear to God. On the ground!

Toss it!

On the ground!

Kick it away.

Kick it!

Okay. All good. Now what?

Ah!

Oh!

Hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

Everything you done for me, Mama Patty...

I'm sorry my music put you in harm's way.

As long as you are safe, that's all I care about.

I was never blessed with children,

but filling that hole in your life

means the world to me.

I love you.

Yeah. Does that world have room for one more?

Harold! What are you doing here?

Helping the MPU find you, of course.

They said I was a big help.

Oh!

Oh!

I got everyone on the block to sign it,

even stuffy Mrs. Jacobs,

who forgives you for getting her car towed.

I also got you new page protectors

and some sticky tabs.

Ohh!

Oh, this is so sweet of you.

Ms. Patty,

I've been in love with you

from the moment you welcomed me to the neighborhood.

I hate that I wasn't brave enough to tell you,

but the thought of not getting that chance

scared me even more.

I'm the luckiest man on earth

that, out of all the blocks in Philly,

I ended up on yours.

Oh...

Why, Harold.

Um... ahem.

You might be the first person to ever make me speechless.

I'll gladly accept that honor.

One more thing...

your reign continues.

Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Ooh! Could this night get any sweeter?

How about we celebrate?

With a date?

First the hospital, then dinner?

Well... ahem.

I already told the paramedics, I don't need the hospital.

But a date, I would welcome.

And Harold?

Just call me Patty.

♪ Yo, I'm from another planet ♪

♪ Though currently I'm stranded here... ♪

♪ Where I see people ♪

♪ Clearly taking everything for granted... ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

I know that you've gotta take the laptop back,

but, uh, before you do...

would you care to explain...

this?

Wow!

No. No. No, I'm not gonna explain anything.

- I'm gonna... I'm gonna plead the fifth. - Interesting.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So, this is how you know so much about hip-hop?

You were a child rap star?

Mm. Prodigy, really,

is the... term that they used, but whatever you want to say.

Well, you're a man of hidden talents, Jason Grant.

"Local rap artist, Jason Grant,

takes the scene by storm with his song, 'Put Your Handz Up'... "

It is very interesting that you chose to spell "hands"

with a "Z."

Yeah. I know... I know you're being a little shady,

but that song was actually fire.

- Yeah? Fire? - Yeah.

- It's a jam. Yeah. - Mm-hmm? Can I download it online,

or do I have to special order some cassette tapes?

Oh, you're being funny! You got jokes!

- I like that. That's cute. - Yeah, you know what's not a joke?

If I had known you back then, you would've been exactly my type.

"Back then"?

- Yeah. Back then. - Yeah?

But now I'm just... you know...

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Just... - Not... not your thing anymore?

- Just disgusting. - ♪ ... To make such major orphans ♪

♪ And get yours and mine in portions ♪

♪ And I'm one of the corpses inside a designer coffin ♪

♪ We find more Philly's north side ♪

♪ At Susquehanna sometime ♪

♪ They try to soften the blow... ♪

- Just hold that thought for one second. - Mm-hmm?

I wasn't expecting this, and I have news.

Oh, um...

you found a connection

between Braun and the car bomber, or... ?

- No. - No?

No, but, um, I looked into Barlowe and, uh...

none of his prior bombings have anything but property damage,

and so, two people killed doesn't really fit.

Okay, um...

so then why-why... why did he flip? Do you think?

- Honestly, I'm not sure. - Uh-huh?

But our HIPAA problem earlier gave me an idea.

I did check his medical records, and...

Mm-hmm?

I don't know why he flipped

or why he took the fall,

but he he's not gonna be doing a lot of time.

- Why's that? - Well, he's got stage-four carcinoma, so...

Um...

he has stage-four carcinoma?

- Yep. - Um...

I gotta go tell Nikki.

You gotta go tell Nikki... n-now?

I do.

- The man is in lock-up. - Mm-hmm.

You know, he's gonna... stay there until tomorrow.

I gotta go tell her.

I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I gotta... I gotta.

This proves I'm right.

At least he left you.

Where were we?

Hey, I'm sorry, I need the, um...

Really? You're gonna take my dignity and my happiness?

Oh, shoes? Really? What did I say? What did I say?

See? Ya see?

Uh-uh!

Hey.

Um...

listen.

Jay and I have a shorthand.

Okay? And sometimes, I forget to fill you in.

Yeah, which is weird, considering I'm marrying you,

but somehow I'm still second on the notifications list.

I get it, okay?

You want me to share things with you,

and I will.

All right. You want to share things with me?

When I asked you if Jason was up to something,

did you lie to me?

Hey.

Jay, this really isn't a good time.

No, I got to talk to you right now, in private.

Guess I got my answer.

Mike! Mike...

Is that about me?

Isn't it always? What are you doing back here?

Okay, listen.

Barlowe. The car bomb.

I just talked to Wayne. I had her look into it.

Jay, I told you...

I know what you told me! You told me "case closed."

- Case closed. - But it is not. It is not.

That confession is convenient crap.

You understand me? Convenient crap.

I'm telling you, Braun is behind this.

He is using that guy to cover something up.

Based on what?

You're angry because he's trying to control you,

and I am starting to think he's right!

He's playing you.

Oh.

- Playing me? - Mm.

No, you have a vendetta against my boss

and it is going to kill us, Jay!

Why would you even say that?

No. Wha... of course not.

- You're gonna cost me my job. - Braun is in this.

Okay? Look at me. I feel it in my gut.

When has that ever been wrong?

You think I want to hurt you.

What, are you crazy? Of course not!

I just want the truth. That's it!

About a man who could break us?

He's not gonna break us and I'll tell you why.

Because you're not gonna to let that happen

and I'm not gonna let that happen.

Okay? We have been through worse.

Do you trust me? Yes or no?

I always do, Jay.

Just don't make me regret it.