All language subtitles for Good Cop Bad Cop 2025 S01E05 Family Trees 720p STAN WEB-DL DDP5 1 Atmos H 264-RAWR

Hmm. Somebody's in a good mood.

Thank you, Gladys.

Sorry. I just... can't
believe we're a thing.

Well... Not sure I'd
really call it a thing...

Hey, I get it. I'm like you.
Things are not my thing.

But... here we are,

eating breakfast together again.

You know my middle name.

Kinda sounds like a thing to me.

Look... Bobby Jeff...

Uh... the last few
nights have been...

So incredible, I know.

No, that isn't
what I was gonna...

I've never smiled this much.
Okay? And I smile all the time.

Um... Just give me a second.

Yeah, sunshine, take
all the time you need.

And the next thing I know,

the outboard motor's on fire

and I'm yelling at Gary to
stop, but he can't hear me.

So I go to grab the
fire extinguisher...

Hey! Are you even listening?

Absolutely. You were on a
flaming boat. Keep going.

This is new territory
for both of us.

So I'm happy to
take this as slow,

or as fast, as you want.

And I'm not just talking
about the bedroom stuff.

Right.

Lou.

What the...? You
just came from...

Shane! What are the chances?

A town this size? Pretty high.

Right. Yeah.

- Oh, uh...
- Bobby.

We're a thing.

Oh! Nice!

- No. It's not...
- Good for you.

It... Th... He's just Bobby.

She sometimes calls
me Bobby Jeff.

- I think it's kinda cute.
- Yeah, that is cute.

I like that.

Bobby Jeff. That's good.

Well... I'll leave you to it.
And I'll see you... around.

And I forgot to grab my coffee.

Which is why I came!

Hi again.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

Okay. Don't come back!

Cool dude.

See? I'm smiling again!

It's almost scary!

Love that.

Hey! Um...

You know what I was thinking?

Sure would be great if we went
fishing together, you know?

I would, but the world

is headed for a total
collapse of ocean life by 2048

because of overfishing.

You know you could always
just say, "No, thanks."?

No, thanks.

Hey! Sorry I'm late.

I stopped to get spark
plugs for the Mustang.

- Aw, you got that for me?
- Yeah.

Was that before or after

you had a romantic
breakfast with Bobby Dougan?

Bobby? Bobby Dougan?

Like, the lawnmower
kid Bobby...?

- 'The Doogs'?
- It wasn't romantic.

What happened to
Detective Carson?

I always thought you two
would be perfect together.

- No. That isn't happening.
- Why not? I like that guy.

So does she. Hence the problem.

You didn't kiss a
girl till you were 20.

That's not true.

20?

That's not true.

- It's just not a good fit.
- No, they fit fine. Look.

- No, I mean you and Bobby.
- Oh, for the love of...

I don't know why you
would choose 'The Doogs'

over Detective Carson.

I haven't chosen anyone.

It's because she
has intimacy issues.

I do not have intimacy issues!

I'm just a busy woman!

Like girl in rom-com. Always
finding excuse to push men away.

We're not discussing this.

Can you please try
the engine now?

What the hell? It
has to be the plugs!

Henry, you know
what the problem is?

With the car or my sister?

He knows nothing about either.

Szczepkowski and Ray are
over at Culver Orchard.

An apple tree's been stolen.
They need a detective on site.

Me!

No. No. No. I'll go.

I know how boring

cases like that could
be to a big city cop.

Exactly.

You can help us work on
the car a little longer.

There is a fruit tree missing.

We don't have a second
to lose! Come on.

I'm just saying intimacy issues
are nothing to be ashamed of.

Stop saying "intimacy
issues". It's creepy.

Okay, an inability to allow
people to get close to you

socially or romantically
for fear of being hurt.

- Is that better?
- No, obviously it's worse.

And I told you, I'm just busy.

And your intimacy issues with
Dad will be studied by science.

Obviously, we have different
versions of the same issues.

That's genetics.

Genetics don't really
determine who we are.

I listened to a
podcast about it.

Oh, that's never led you
wrong in the past, has it?

I mean, how else would you
explain 'we're so similar'?

Similar? You and I?
That's offensive.

No offence.

Morning detectives. Sorry.

The incredible case of
the stolen apple tree.

Yeah, just the kind of dangerous
crime I signed up to fight.

This one's worth a
lot of money, though.

- How much?
- Could be millions.

It's called a, uh... cultivar.

A patented selectively
bred apple tree.

Like Honey Crisp, or
Sugarbee, or Jazz apples.

This was the only survivor

of a crop from a 10-year project
to grow this new variety.

Designer apple tree.

So, technically,
this is IP theft.

Yeah, just like any other
valuable invention, I guess.

The tree was removed
with its roots intact.

Yeah.

We spotted what appear to be
red carpet fibres in the hole.

Nice.

Probably came off the bottom
of the shoe of whoever took it.

- We'll take it to my guy.
- Who discovered the theft?

A night shift security
guard, but he's gone home.

We're getting the CCTV
footage from last night.

Who's that?

That is the botanist and
designer of the tree,

Miles Borman.

Mr Borman? We're
detectives from the EVPD.

I was so close.

After all these years,

I thought I had
finally perfected it.

And now my life's work just
gone in the blink of an eye.

I'm so sorry.

How long have you
been in Eden Vale?

About five years. I
moved here from Appleton.

You literally uprooted
your life's work

halfway through the
breeding process?

I had no choice.

My old business partner Bruce
and I had a falling out.

Over what? If you
don't mind me asking.

His lackadaisical attitude
toward fruitlegging.

'Fruitlegging'?

The trafficking of narcotics
hidden within crates of fruit.

That's pretty exciting, right?

What was it about fruitlegging

that came between you and
your former partner, Bruce?

There are thousands of
seasonal fruit workers

who come to the Central
Valley each year

and a lot of them are...
unsavoury characters.

Bruce took any warm body
who came through the door.

Do you think any
of these workers

would've known how
valuable your tree was?

Of course. Everyone knew.

She was my pride and joy. I
talked about her all the time.

We're gonna need to get in
touch with your former partner

and get a list of all his
employees from that time.

Yes, I will do anything I can
to help you catch this monster.

This tree was my baby.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

We will find the monster

who ripped your baby
out of the ground, sir.

You can count on that.

Thank you.

It says here they
actually breed apples

to have a higher number of cells

because they rupture when
you bite into the flesh,

releasing more juice
into the mouth.

Gah. You literally make
everything sound gross.

You know what's gross?

Flouting of child labor laws.

Hey, good news, everybody!

We are less than
eight hours away from

beating this year's projection
for reducing juvenile crime.

And, if we do, we are promised
a modest budget increase

by the City Council.

Ooh, can I get a new computer?

Mine is a knock-off iMac made
by a company called Arple.

How about a new
coffee maker, sir?

Yeah, I repaired a crack
in the pot with duct tape

and now our coffee tastes
like burning tires.

Okay, well, let's just
get through the day first.

Until the clock runs out, I
want zero juvenile arrests.

Yes?

What about murder?

Well, obviously,
there are exceptions.

But, in general,

why don't we try to
think of other ways

of deterring youth crime.

Like that kid in
the parking lot?

There! Great example!

Caught shoplifting a video game.

But instead of having
a criminal record,

now he is under
the wing of Bradley

and learning valuable lessons.

- In how to detail your car?
- Exactly.

Or manipulate statistics?

Thank you very much, everybody,
and good luck to you.

Let's go talk to my guy
about those carpet fibres.

And then bring in the
night security guard

to talk about the tree.

Could be a suspect.

Let's just hope he's
not a 12-year-old boy.

Or we won't be
able to arrest him.

We were just driving it!

Pop the hood.

Okay, what are you going to do?

Give it a stern talking to?

Maybe you should
threaten to explain

how the root systems
of apple trees work.

See if that convinces
her to start.

Try it now.

I didn't know you
knew about cars.

So much about me you don't know.

This is your classic
70s shag pile carpet.

Synthetic polypropylene
fibres, braided together.

The Ancient Greeks invented
shag carpet, of course.

But did you know they
made it out of goat hair?

Everyone knows that.

They don't even
make this anymore.

It's very rough
and cheaply made.

You'd have to pay extra to
order original 70s stock online.

Did you know that?

Why would anyone order
cheap old scratchy carpet?

Hipsters like to put
this stuff wall to wall

in those old 70s vans.

You know, "You see this van a
rockin', don't come knockin'."

That sort of deal.

A van?

I'd never carry it here.

I'd rather be dead
than sell this.

- That seems extreme.
- Hey.

That's why he's the King.

You don't talk much, do you?

It's alright, I get it.
I'm an authority figure.

Pretty intimidating.

But, guess what?

I bet we have a lot in common.

You like trucks?

Or football?

What about TikTok?

I know a lot of cool
dance trends from TikTok.

No?

Right, I guess we're
totally different.

What are you into?

- I like video games.
- Right.

'Cause you stole one of those.
I should've guessed that.

Well, you know who knows
a lot about video games?

This guy.

Officer Szczepkowski here.

This is the guy you
should be talking to.

Why don't you go
pull up a chair.

See if you can get him talking.

I'm trying to get him on
the straight and narrow

but he won't open up.

Okay, sure thing.

Uh... Okay, take a seat.

Um...

Are you interested in being a
police officer when you grow up?

What do you actually do?

Well, the bulk of my duties
involve filing and data entry...

But that is a backbone
of any investigation.

So you sit at your desk all day?

Okay.

You wanna see what's dangerous
and exciting about policing?

Follow me.

Okay, so... This is
the evidence room.

Been working on a top-secret
case with one of the detectives.

It's very hush-hush.

So if anyone asks,
we were never here.

This might be a little scary.

So, if you feel faint,
or need to sit down

we should probably have a
safe word, like 'mango',

or try to find...

That's... That is freaky, right?

I've seen way worse
playing Resident Evil.

You're looking at
real-life human remains.

This was a living person.

Yeah, but in Resident
Evil they're zombies,

so it's scarier.

- But that's just a video game...
- Where's Szczepkowski?

Sorry, sir!

I was just showing Xavier
around the station.

Alright, well, I still need

those property loss reports I
asked for by this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Don't excite him too much.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Thanks again, Bill,
for coming in.

Like I said, my grandson
likes to get out first thing.

And the police station's
a novelty for him.

How long you been working
security at the orchard?

15 years.

Ever since I moved
here with Jenna.

That's my daughter.

This little guy's mum.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey... would you mind?

I gotta fix his formula.

And it's so much
easier with two hands.

Here.

Don't look at me.

Please, remain calm.
Nourishment is on the way.

Where's Jenna now?

Oh. Out of town.

She's visiting friends, so
I'm taking care of Guthrie.

Come on, little fella.

She must miss that little guy.

How long has she gone?

Oh, a couple of weeks.

He has a night nurse
while I'm at work.

But otherwise,
it's the two of us.

Wow. Must be expensive to have
a night nurse for all that time.

I guess that's where a
grandparent comes in handy.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
gotta give him his bottle.

If I think of anything
else I'll be sure to call.

Come on, little fella.

There we go.

Kinda strange.

Leaving a newborn for two
weeks to go visit friends?

If I had a baby I would never
leave its field of vision.

Wow. Somebody's biological
clock is ticking.

If only there was a woman
you were still in love with

who already had a
baby you could dote on

if you weren't a
total baby yourself.

Marci doesn't want me anymore.

Hey.

So, we tried to get a complete
list of the orchard's employees

whose time overlapped
with Mr. Borman's.

But the seasonal ones
were payed in cash.

No full names, no socials.

Well, look into the
ones you do have info on

and see if any of
them drove an old van.

Copy that.

That's a longshot.

- I wanna know more about Jenna.
- Agreed.

- Let's go talk to my source.
- Wait, wait, wait.

We can't afford a
new coffee machine,

but we have paid informants now?

Pssh. This isn't Seattle. We
don't need paid informants.

The girl was on drugs,
I can promise you that.

Mm-hm.

Kathy thinks
everyone is on drugs.

That's true too.

Pick a side, Curtis,
for once in your life.

And I know she was on
drugs for two reasons.

One, she came into my store

asking for a gallon of
flat ceiling white paint

to retouch her doorframes.

When everyone knows you need
a high-gloss Swiss coffee.

I'm sorry. Back to
Jenna. You said...

And also Walt Hasbrow told me

she was mixed up
with some lowlife

seasonal apple worker
at that orchard.

Walt's pretty sharp.

I heard Walt
Hasbrow was a drunk.

Yes, he is.

Curtis, I swear to God.

Sorry, can we just...

Maree Coleman's cousin,
who isn't a drunk,

used to work there.

And she told Maree
he knocked her up

and left her high and dry.

Did Maree Coleman's cousin
give a name for this guy?

Not that I know of.

Does anyone or their cousin
know where Jenna is now?

Last I heard she was at Mercy
Hospital in Green River.

An inpatient in
their rehab wing.

Ooh.

Her dad lied to us.

Of course, that came
from Diana Crosby.

And she bounced a
two-dollar check on me once

over a bag of
three-quarter screws.

- Yes, she did.
- Oh, right!

Mm-hm.

I'm starting to like this
baby's father as our thief.

He's ticking all the boxes -

into drugs, worked
at an orchard.

Plus he's got a
new mouth to feed.

Motive, means, opportunity.

Now we just need a
name and whereabouts.

Which means we need
to talk to Jenna.

Still looking for that van,

but also, you're needed
in the interview room.

- Me? What for?
- I'm not at liberty to say.

Hmm. Intriguing. I'll
catch Dad up on the case.

Pretty sure you're not
supposed to be in here.

What's this about?

Cars.

You know more than you say.

Why hide it from your father?

I don't know what you mean.

Ever since you come home,

your father has been
moody and irritational,

like small baby.

All he wants is
connection with his boy.

Yet... you refuse.

Is affecting our relationship.

- Especially in the bedroom.
- Okay!

I'm... just gonna
stop you there.

In this country
torture is illegal.

Henry, why not help
him fix his car?

You would make him so happy.

He's been fixing that car
since I was small baby.

It's a never-ending project.

I can't afford that
kind of father-son time.

Then find some other way.

And since the father wasn't
listed on the birth certificate,

we have to find another
way to track this guy down.

Wow. Good work, sweetheart.

Well, as soon I saw that baby

and heard the mum
was out of town

I knew something was up.

What single mother
leaves her baby

for weeks with its grandfather?

You sure wouldn't.

You would be a great mum,

if you ever stopped
playing games

and would settle with somebody.

- And I don't mean Bobby Dougan.
- Dad.

We are talking about
grand larceny here,

not me and babies.

Yeah, I know. I'm just saying.

Well, you've been "just
saying" all morning.

- Can we please talk about work?
- Okay.

Why doesn't your brother
wanna spend any time with me?

- Dad!
- What? That's work.

You work with him,
he works for me.

Work talk.

Okay, fine.

I agree that getting this
Jenna girl to talk is key.

But it's gonna be tough.
Baby daddy situation.

Nine times out of ten

the woman doesn't
wanna talk to the cops

'cause she doesn't wanna
incriminate her lover, so...

So...

...I go undercover.

As a patient at rehab.

I get close to Jenna, get
her to open up that way.

Wouldn't you be recognised?

The hospital's all the
away in Green River

and there's nobody there from
Eden Vale there, I checked.

Think you can pull it off?

You saw me play Abigail
Williams in The Crucible

in seventh grade so you tell me.

You were so good, honey.

I've always wanted to do this.

I can't believe it - my
first undercover assignment!

What?

She gets to go undercover?
What about me? I should...

- I mean, I could go...
- No, no, no. No.

That's not necessary.

Besides, it would
look suspicious.

How? No-one could
know we're related.

Pfft! But what about genetics?

According to you
we're so similar.

Actually, you can't go.
Because you'll be with me.

- At the gun range.
- The gun... What? Why?

Because... you need to...

get your county
firearm certificate.

You've been gone
so long it's lapsed

and it needs to be renewed.

Nobody told me that.

Well, I'm telling you
now. And it's urgent.

It'll give you two a chance
to spend some time together.

I'm really busy.

No, it's non-negotiable,
Detective.

Guess we're hitting
the gun range.

Attaboy.

Shoplifting.

Probably looking for an
adrenaline fix. Am I right?

But you know what the greatest
rush of all is, Xavier?

Being of service.

Working toward a common goal to
make the world a better place.

You go chasing that high
without purpose and discipline

you could find yourself
in a world of trouble

in the blink of an eye.

Same thing I drilled
into all of my troops.

You were a drill Sergeant?

I'm talking about my
Junior Mountaineers.

But I've seen things
you wouldn't believe.

Okay, Claire.

This all looks in order.

I just need to do a final
verbal check of why you're here.

- Opiates.
- I'm sorry?

Pain pills. Got hooked on
'em after my back surgery.

My life's been a train
wreck ever since.

- Lost my job...
- That's not what I meant.

Started stealing from my mum.

Finally hit rock bottom

when they found me passed
out on an airport runway.

Airplane almost landed on me.

Flights had to be diverted,
the whole place shut down.

I'm asking you to verify

if you're here for
outpatient or inpatient care?

Oh.

Inpatient care.

Thank you.

Hello, inpatient care.

Sir, I know you're
her boyfriend,

but calls to patients

are permitted between
4 and 5pm only.

I'll give Jenna your
message. Goodbye.

OK, I just need
you to sign here.

You know, I could give that
patient the message for you

if you just give me her
boyfriend's name and number.

Why would she need her own
boyfriend's name and number?

Right.

Right.

Sorry. It's the pills, man.

I don't even know
what I'm saying.

Your treatment navigator
will come find you soon.

...counselling, Jenna...

Hey, newbie!

I'm busting out tonight
and you're coming with.

What? What?

There's a space
under the back gate.

We just gotta steal
some sleeping pills,

put them in the nurse's
yogurt, and we're home free.

Code red! Lock down Ward Two!

I need you to sit down with
your back against the wall.

Oh, damn!

New girl's got stones!

Eh. Barrel must be
out of alignment.

That's one explanation.

Hey. You know, this
could be our thing.

Father and son,
gun range practice.

We could use the time

to spitball ideas
about better policing.

Like not arresting juveniles

to fix your stats to win cash
prizes from the City Council?

Just not my day.

You know what the 'p'
in the EVPD means to me?

I wanna say 'police'

but I feel like you're
gonna say something else.

- People.
- Okay.

You might think it's
all about stats,

but people's perception of
Eden Vale is just as important.

You take this guy Gary. My
friend with the motor boat.

He was having a hell of a time

with this moose that
kept wandering on...

Why are you never here?

I've located Jenna, but...

I'm doin' the best I can, man!

You better have my money
when I get outta here!

I swear to God!

I'm going to go ahead and assume

your first undercover
job is not going great.

Okay, for your information,
I am killing it.

The receptionist took a
call from Jenna's boyfriend

but she wouldn't
give me his name.

I know the time of the call

and that she typed his name
and number into the system...

You can't access their system
without blowing your cover.

Exactly.

But I can.

- No, that's not why I'm calling.
- I'm on my way.

Wait, wait. You
can't just leave.

You have to pass
your certification.

Think I just did.

You were saying?

We don't have time for
you to get a warrant.

Doctors don't need warrants.

No. No. Henry.

You can't just
throw on a lab coat

and pretend to be a doctor.

Pretty sure I can.

7B has presence of
occult blood in his stool

confirming my
original diagnosis.

No surprise his wife's
demanding additional scans

that are costly and irrelevant.

Ten seconds on Google

and they all think they
can accurately diagnose

intestinal ischemia or
choledocholithiasis.

Moriarty. Gastroenterology.

Tanner. Also Gastroenterology.

Well... it's nice to meet
a fellow stomach man.

Choledocholithiasis.

Nailed it!

Once you've got the
cross and the corners

you're on easy street.

Yeah?

C'mon, man. You're
not timing me.

Why are you showing me this?

I'm supposed to be
teaching you stuff.

I thought you could
show your friends.

Oh. Right. My, um...

...my friends.

What, you don't
have any friends?

No, not here.

My mum got a stupid new job
and we had to leave Arizona.

Ah. Arizona. Land
of Enchantment.

That's New Mexico.

Well.

Wait, so is that
why you shoplifted?

Trying to make friends
in a new place?

I know that's why I did it.

You shoplifted?

Yeah. Once.

I wasn't much older than you.

Transferred schools midyear.
I didn't know anybody.

What did you steal?

A bunch of refrigerator magnets
from the museum gift shop.

I was on a field trip

and I was trying to
impress these older kids.

And they dared me to eat a
bunch of them, and I did.

But the magnets got stuck
together in my intestines

and I had to go to the hospital.

But here's the thing, the
doctor never called the police,

because she knew I
wasn't a bad kid.

I was just lonely.

I just had to figure out

how to connect with people
without perforating my insides.

Well, I don't know what
'perforating' means,

but it sounds bad.

Oh. It's really bad, Xavier.

So, how did you make friends?

By being a people person.

Seeing what's good in people.

Finding something
you both like to do

and doing it together.

Think you can do that next time
instead of breaking the law?

Mm-hmm.

Shake on it?

Oof!

Great!

Alright, now go empty
everyone's trash can.

Mum, Mum, Mum.

First of all, it's not my fault
that Zac was watching Saw IV.

I specifically told him

that one was one of the
worst ones in the franchise.

Second of all,

even if we could
arrest a 13-year-old

for watching an R-rated movie,

we're not allowed to arrest
any juvenile offenders

until six PM tonight,
by order of the Chief.

You can't ground me.

Mum!

I thought things might change
when I had the baby, but...

they got worse.

That loser doesn't
deserve to be a father.

Not to my little boy.

Thank you, Jenna.

Anyone else have something
that they'd like to share?

Claire?

Oh, well...

I think maybe Jenna
should continue.

She seemed to be
getting somewhere.

Sharing our trauma is
key to our recovery.

This is a safe space.

Well...

My parents split up
when I was a kid.

Aw. Mummy and daddy
got a divorce.

Is that what made
you a drug addict?

I didn't said that, exactly.

Did your dad ever
sever your ulnar artery

with a Chinese throwing star

when he was wasted
with his buddies?

Did your mum ever try
to give you a bath

in a front-loading washing
machine when she was high?

Wow, that's...

Shannon.

I'm sorry, that's awful.

But I didn't tell
you the best part.

How I found out they
were splitting up.

My mum went on a ski trip

with some girlfriends
to Lake Tahoe.

And then she called me
from a chalet pay phone.

And she told me she
was never coming back.

She was divorcing my dad.

And because I was home
alone when she called...

...she said I had
to break it to him.

And to my little brother.

She said it was gonna
be too hard for her

to have that conversation
two more times.

I was 11.

I was so nervous to
tell my dad that...

...I threw up first.

I remember telling myself...

..."You better toughen up, girl.

You can't let anybody hurt
you like that ever again."

And I never have.

Wow.

What an amazing breakthrough.

Claire, I'd really like to
punch your mum in the face.

Thank you.

Lola, is it?

Dr. Moriarty, Gastroenterology.

You're needed in Ward 7.

In 12 years, never once have
I been summoned to a ward.

Well, medicine, it is a
wild frontier. Isn't it?

There's a first
time for everything.

What are you doing?

Just...

checking if the diagnosis
for one of my patients

is correct.

In the phone log?

Yes. One of the contacts
from her file was missing.

We've been discussing
Mr. Sanchez in room 5A.

I trust you're familiar
with his condition?

Yes. Sanchez, 5A.

Of course. It's an
interesting case.

I'd like to continue
administering warfarin

during his treatment for DVT.

However, I am concerned
about his history of Afib

and am considering rivaroxaban

as a more appropriate
anti-coagulation prophylaxis.

What do you think we should do?

Well, warfarin
administration has its risks.

And since I'm not the
lead doctor on the case...

I know you're not,

but I'd like to hear the
opinion of a fellow expert.

What do you propose?

I...

propose we avoid the dangers
of a malpractice suit

by bringing in an
outside professional

and washing our hands
of any potential blame.

That's what I was thinking too.

Whatever gets us back
on the golf course.

What you said in the session,

that was really brave.

Thanks. You too.

Tears a hole, doesn't it?

When someone you
thought loved you

just treats you
like you're nothing.

Your baby's father... Who is he?

I don't mean to pry.

I'm just trying to understand
what you've been through.

He's the kinda guy that only
cares about getting rich quick.

And me having his kid kinda
got in the way of that.

So, screw him.

- You know?
- Yeah.

And where is...

There you are!

Sorry about before,
but we need to talk.

Figure out the plan for tonight.

The crow flies at sunset.

Uh... no.

Hi, EVPD. Would
you mind holding?

- Hi. How can I help you?
- It's our automatic gate.

Some kids jammed a bunch
of rocks into its track

and derailed it.

So now it's stuck in
the open position.

Okay, so, another
report of vandalism.

They're very expensive gates

made from ethically
sourced timber.

To be clear,

that is not the main reason
we're reporting this.

Oh, no, we're just concerned

about our town's young
people going the wrong path.

You young people
are so important.

You're our most vital
natural resource.

Okay, if you go sit down

someone will be
with you shortly.

Sit down?

Hi, ma'am, you wanna
report a robbery? Mm-hm.

- Do you mind holding again?
- What the hell is going on?

Kids are on a mini crime spree.

Statues are being vandalised,
dumpsters are on fire,

kids stealing candy
from the gas station!

It's the juvie 'Purge'!

It's like they know
they can't be arrested.

Wait a minute.

Where's Xavier?

Hey! I've been
looking for you.

Hey.

You look ridiculous.

So, I got through to Jenna.

She said her baby's
father abandoned them

because, quote, "all he cares
about is getting rich quick."

How'd you get her to open up?

I... made up some sob story in
group therapy that won her over.

Anyway, all the pieces fit but
we still don't have a name.

Yes, we do.

Dave Schneider, he
lives in Birch Creek,

and Ray just called to say
she found a van on CCTV.

- Guess who it's registered to?
- Dave Schneider?

I'm guessing it's got carpet.

Uh... Just give
me the pills, doc!

Please calm down

or I'll place you
in the safety room.

- Being undercover is super fun.
- I kinda don't wanna go back.

- See you later.
- Okay.

David Schneider?

Detectives Hickman and
Hickman, Eden Vale PD.

Nice carpet. For a van.

Extra padding so the
apples don't bruise?

David Schneider, you are under
arrest for drug trafficking

and theft of
intellectual property.

Theft of what?

Miles Borman's Golden
Zest apple tree.

What did you do? Sell
it to a competitor?

Someone stole Miles' tree?

Last night you broke
in and you took it.

We have footage of
your van at the scene

and we found its carpet
fibres in the cage.

Last night I was in Vancouver!

I have been all
week. I have proof.

Then why was your van there?
Did you lend it to somebody?

- Who'd you lend it to, Dave?
- Wait a minute.

He's not our guy. He's not
the baby's father, anyway.

He has blue eyes
and so does Jenna.

And that's a big
deal because...?

Our old friend genetics.

The baby has brown eyes.

The chances of two
blue-eyed parents

producing a brown-eyed baby are
statistically insignificant.

Well, who's the baby's father?

And who stole the tree?

You know who has brown eyes?

Miles Borman is your
baby's father, isn't he?

That's why they both
have brown eyes.

Dave and I broke up.

I finally saw him for
who he really was.

Miles found me upset,
and he took care of me.

He invited me over,
he listened...

and then...

- We're not judging you at all.
- Not for that, anyway.

So... wait.

You made up all that stuff
about your mum in group therapy?

No.

What stuff?

Uh... please, go on, Jenna.

Miles had always
been nice to me.

Even when I was
messed up on drugs.

I thought maybe he
really did like me.

But I was an idiot

to think he'd care
about our baby.

He already had one.

That stupid tree.

It's all he talked about, how
it was gonna make him millions.

So, you stole it as revenge?

When I told him I was pregnant

he gave me a measly three grand,

then made me sign an agreement

saying that we had no
claim to his estate.

He made it sound
like I'd tricked him

into getting me pregnant
so I could trap him.

I told you, he doesn't
deserve to be a father.

Not even to a tree.

How did you do it?

I called Dave

and I asked if I could borrow
his van while he was away.

But he didn't know
what I was going to do.

And I snuck out of here.

I know I did the wrong thing.

But how could Miles treat
his own child that way?

You could spend your whole life
trying to figure that one out.

Am I going to jail?

For what?

Sounds to me like the work
of anonymous fruitleggers.

- What?
- What?

Probably working
for a rival company,

wanted to destroy
the competition,

keep a tree off the market.

Case closed, as far
as I'm concerned.

Only question is...

what happened to the tree?

Any ideas?

I think they
probably planted it.

Somewhere where people who
are having a rough time

could enjoy the apples for free.

You really surprised me today.

I told you I'd easily
pass for a doctor.

People naturally trust me.

I mean letting
Jenna off the hook.

- You disapprove?
- No.

I'm just curious as to why.

Well, babies need as much
love and care as they can get.

So what's worse?

Bending the rules to cut
a young mum some slack?

Or giving her a criminal record

that jeopardises
her son's future?

Oh, the greater good?

That sounds a like a move
from the Big Hank playbook.

What? No, that's not...

I'm not saying you
two are exactly alike,

but, you know, genetics.

Me turning a blind eye because
it's the right thing to do

and Dad gaming the system
to make himself look better

are two very different things.

Okay. If you say so.

You were right about us, though.

Yeah, I think in some
ways maybe we are alike.

Maybe I need to work on letting
people in a little more.

Maybe?

So do you. With Dad.

What's going on around here?

You go to rehab for five minutes
and all hell breaks loose!

You go ahead, I've
gotta make a quick call.

Okay.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Hey, Mum, it's Lou
Hickman, your first child.

We last spoke the day
after my birthday.

Um... It's 5:30 my time.

I have some things
I need to say.

Bradley, do you copy?

Copy, Ray, I'm here.

Good news.

Time is officially up

so we can start arresting
these little sons of...

these juveniles again.

Over.

Copy, Ray. Stand by.

This is Bradley, I'm pursuing
two juvenile taggers.

Offenders are on foot,
and appear to be friends.

Repeat, friends. Over.

It was the alternator.

What did you do?

Fixed it, is all
you need to know.

So, the job's done.

No, wait. It's not done.

I mean... gotta have new paint

and the bumpers, right?

The brand-new stereo?

Huh?

We'll get to all that.

Yeah.