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[blowing whistle]

[dog barking]

[blowing whistle insistently]

Keep it steppin'
with that big-headed buffalo.

[growling lightly]

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

sitting 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.

[engine rumbling loudly,
car stereo blasting]

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

Excuse me, Harold.

All right.

[music from van stereo]
♪ ...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... ♪

[Ms. Patty] Oh, hell no!

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

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

[knocking]

[water running]

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Come on in.
- Oh, is this a, um...

good time or a bad time?

[Wayne] 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.

[explosion roars]

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

Please.

Okay. Great.

You gonna let go?

Okay. Thanks.

Thank you!

[elevator dings]

What up, y'all?

- Hey.
- [Nikki] Buenos dias.

Just--

Hey, hey. Your mug.

Thanks.

[Kemi] 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.

[both, snapping]
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.

[Nikki] 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.

[Harold]
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?

[Harold sighs anxiously]

Thank you.

[Harold] Thank you.

Notify hospitals, precincts...

and put a trace on her phone.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

[thug]
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.

[loads chamber]

You think I'm playing?

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

[phone line ringing]

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

- [smack]
- 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.

- [knocking]
- [overlapping] Yes?

- Uh, is...
- [Nikki] 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.

[overlapping alerts blaring]

[Tony] 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 try to do my job everyday,
but 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."

[Mike]
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.

[Jason] 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--

- [whack]
- [thud]

There's my theory.

[sighs]
It's actually not that bad.

Thanks.

[blows whistle]

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?

[Patty] 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?

[gasps] 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.

[Mike]
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?

[Nikki]
Hey, uh, you guys?

So, Ms. Patty filed complaints

with parking, housing,
animal control,

but one of them paid off.

- Get Jason.
- Yeah.

[Mike]
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.

[Jason]
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.

[indistinct exchange]

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.
- [sighs]

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.

- [thudding and shattering]
- [crying out] 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.

[Julian Meeks]
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.

[snaps] 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!

Lookit. Lookit. Lookit.
Lookit. Lookit.

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.

[crashing]

Hands behind your back.

- Don't move.
- Oh...

[Julian] 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.

[Mike, on speaker]
We know you had a run-in

with Ms. Patty,
which gives you a motive.

[Julian]
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.

[Mike]
Okay. You see their faces?

[Julian]
Nah. They were wearing masks.

[Mike] 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.

[snaps]
I'm not pissed off.

Oh, okay. It's that bad?

- [Julian] I'm innocent!
- [Mike] 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."

- [sighing]
- Yeah. It's bad.

Okay. All right.

What do you want?

I want names. All right?
Numbers, addresses.

- [thump]
- 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.

[snapping]
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!
- [Ms. Patty sobs]

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.

[door opens]

Put that down.

- [grunting]
- 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.

[clicking]

- [shot firing]
- [screaming]

What are you doing?

[Patty wailing in pain]

Plenty more bullets
where that came from.

[wailing]

Blues!

The name is under "Blues."

[chuckles]
"Mo Betta Blues."

Clever.

[sobbing]

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
I heard of her going 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.

[laughing]

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.

[like Patty]
"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?

[laughing]

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.

[Nikki]
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.

[Jason] 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

explaining 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.

[gasps playfully] Ouch!

You should buy flowers.

- Enough. All right?
- Gotcha.

[bass thumping from nightclub]

There's Mo
and his bodyguard.

Something going down
at this nightclub?

[fans cheering]

[♪]

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

♪ I got enough to go around ♪

♪ I got enough
to go around... ♪

[Kemi] 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.

[key clicks]

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

This stuff gets ugly.

[Kemi] Yeah. So far,
it's complainers and haters,

but no active threats.

- [ding]
- 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.

[keys clacking]

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!

- Yessir!
- ♪ 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!

[cheering]

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

♪ Thought of quitting
every week ♪

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

[Maurice]
Yo. Where the hell is Kevin?

Where is Kevin?

I haven't seen him today, bro.

[cellphone buzzing]

Hey, Philly!
How y'all feelin'?

[music throbbing]

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... ♪

[phone ringing]

- Yeah, hello?
- [Jason] Wayne.

- Hello?
- Wayne! Can you hear me?

- [music throbbing] 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?

[sighs]

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!

[sobbing]

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.

[Kemi]
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.

[Nikki] 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.

[Kemi] 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.

[ringing]

Uh, MPU Volunteer Hotline.
How can I help you?

[Jason] 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.
[chuckles]

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.

- [Nikki] 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.

[Nikki] I don't hear anything.

Exactly.
The room is soundproof.

Find out if Kevin Dixon
has a recording studio.

- Yeah.
- Good job!

[Kemi] 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.
- [engine revving]

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!

[muffled by glass]

[Kevin whistles,
gun chamber clicks]

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!

[click]

The party's over.

Imma need that.

[siren wailing]

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!

[gun clicks]

It's business!

The label wanted me
to use their own producers.

[snickering]

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.

[chuckles bitterly]

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...

[click]

...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.

[zap]

Go see what's up.

You!

You stay right there.

I'm going left.

[whimpers]

Hey!

[calmly] 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!

- [gun hits ground]
- Kick it away.

Kick it!

Okay. All good. Now what?

- [crunch]
- [crying out]

- Ah!
- [thud]

[grunting]

[crashing]

- [grunting]
- Oh!

[fires]

[firing]

[whack]

Hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

[Maurice] 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.

[Ms. Patty laughs] Oh!

[Ms. Patty gasps]

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-- [words catch]

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.

[chortling] 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... ♪

- [knocking on door]
- ♪ 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--

[clacking]

...this?

Wow!

[laughing] No.

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

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

Interesting.

- Yeah. [chuckling]
- 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?
- Yeah.

- Fire?
- 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.

- Yeah?
- Back then.

But now? Just-- just...
dead on it, yeah?

- 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 Northside ♪

♪ 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?

[chuckles to self]

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!

[snickers]

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!

[Jason] 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.