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I give up.

With you.

These houses are practically identical.

There's rules for the paint and rules for the plants.

It's a domestic prison.

You've never been in prison, have you?

Whoa, I missed the memo on the new dress code.

I was at the gym when the pager went.

What do you do for those triceps? Not as much as they're doing for him today.

Y 'all finished?

Not really, but what you got?

Anna Bailey, 17.

Went to the mall before dinner, came back at 10 .15. Parents and brother

They leave a note?

No, they left everything else.

Wallets, passports, jewelry, keys, two family cars.

What's the good news?

Well, we can search this place for a month.

We never have to order out.

They're into bulk shopping in a big way.

Any sign of a struggle?

No, just a tipped over chair, broken glass.

Could have been a struggle.

Could have been clumsy.

Prince? Just the families.

If it's in the suburbs, it's going to be weird.

I think it's kind of nice around here.

I know, it's like they've scrubbed the sidewalks or something, right?

And that seems nice to you?

Trust me, if it's in suburbia, it's not going to be what it seems.

Me, I'm here holding it down, connecting the dots, got no delusions.

When my options are searching through every shroud of truth, it's my con -

Who'd want to hurt my dad? He crunches numbers for a mortgage company.

Maybe somebody he turned down for a loan.

People get pretty emotional.

Well, my dad doesn't believe in emotions.

That's why they keep him locked up in the back, you know, with a calculator

away from the customers.

And what about your mother?

Queen of the PTA.

God Empress of the Homeowners Association.

No one has the guts to vote against her, let alone hurt her.

So what happened to your family?

And your dog?

Yeah, um, that'd be the rat poison.

I'm waiting.

He ate half a box last week before I figured out there's a reason my dad

it on the top shelf.

Well, if my father left out poison and my dog ate it, I'd be furious.

Sympathy.

That'll make me like you.

You know what?

Why don't you go to your job and find my family?

You may have something.

Like what?

You know that broken glass from the Bailey house?

Mm -hmm.

Put it back together.

You know how to have fun, don't you?

It's like doing a big jigsaw puzzle.

Just a much bigger pain in the ass. Anyway, I was able to lift a latent

off of it. Whose?

That's the thing. The computer found a match, but there's no info on the file.

It may be a system glitch.

Or maybe somebody's trying to keep a secret.

All right, get back to me.

I don't know. Of course not.

Never too busy to talk to the chief inspector of the DEA.

So tell me, how's that war on drugs going? You got that just about wrapped

Boyd, you know, I pride myself on my awareness, but I can hardly be

for all Bureau access to fingerprint information.

My department?

No chance we steer clear of local drug cases. Below my radar, really.

I find it's an area that seldom yields a satisfactory result, not that I have to

tell you.

Anytime, Boyd.

Screw you, Boyd.

How's the girl?

Smart.

Suspicious, defensive.

Either she's hiding something or she's 17.

How many 17 -year -olds do you know that are not hiding something?

Anna, there's rubber on your driveway.

Forensics says that it was laid there last night from that car you were

So? Jess, you ever peeled out of your folks' driveway like that?

Only when I was really mad and wanted them to know about it. Right.

I had an argument.

My parents.

Okay, I need a detail for a bit.

What about?

They don't like Marco.

Who's Marco?

My boyfriend.

Marco can't. Why don't they like him?

They can't see past our own prejudices.

Marco's an artist.

A sculptor. He's sweet and gentle and he's the only one who understands

anything. So if you had to choose between Marco and your family... I

And he didn't do anything to them.

I love Marco.

And I love my family. And I just want them back.

Poor girl.

Desperate to rebel.

She just wants something to rebel against.

What are you thinking?

The dog.

Not much of a suspect considering he's dead.

It was poisoned just before the family disappeared.

It could be a coincidence.

No such thing.

Let's start with the neighbors.

Can I help you, officers?

Actually, we're FBI special agents.

Really? What makes you special? She has psychic visions. I'm bionic.

We're investigating the disappearance of your neighbors, the Baileys.

Can I take down your name? Phyllis Burdett. Two Ts?

Yes. Thank you.

Did you see or hear anything unusual last night, Mrs. Burdett?

Well, nothing unusual, just another argument between Anna and her parents.

What was the fight about?

I could only make out a word or two, then Anna stormed out.

Her boyfriend showed up about 20 minutes later, screaming for her.

I'm sure he had something to do with it.

Why do you say that?

Marco Gant is a nightmare.

And it's no wonder, because look at his mother.

We'd like to.

You can't miss them. The front yard is a scrap piece.

Her so -called art.

Every time the association cites her, she pays a fine and does nothing about

Maybe you could have a word with her about it.

Perhaps you should call Homeland Security about that mail.

Thank you, Mrs. Burdett. We will contact you if we have any more questions.

Thank you for all your help. You're welcome.

What's on pay -per -view?

Marilyn Bailey was baking cookies for her family.

They were shaped like rats.

The dog was there, stuffed.

And the refrigerator was covered in photos of gunshot victims.

Can you describe any of them?

One, maybe.

All right, I'll go interview Marco's mom. You go back to the office. See if

can get a sketch of the face in your vision, okay?

Okay, all right.

Ah, I just found it. It's in the backyard.

Okay.

Mrs. Dance!

I'm speculating Nicole Scott. I'm with the FBI.

Excuse me?

I'm speculating Nicole Scott. I'm with the FBI.

I'm looking for your son, Marco.

He went out around dinner last night. He didn't come home.

Do you know where he was going?

He went down the street to see his girlfriend, Anna Bailey.

Why does the FBI want to know?

Because the Baileys have disappeared.

Marco was seen at their house last night arguing with Anna's parents.

Well, good for him.

At least he's not intimidated by that bitch.

Do you have a problem with the Bailey's? No, only Marilyn.

She's president of the Homeowners Association.

What's that?

The landscaping gestapo.

Oh.

She harasses anyone who deviates from the official color palette and the

approved plantings.

God help you if you don't buy cookies when the camper girl comes to your door.

She's their den mother, too.

It's okay? Your son's dating her daughter?

It's not the girl's fault that her mother is a dictator.

Mrs. Gant, your son was arrested three times for assault.

He's in anger management counseling.

He is not like that anymore.

Now that things have settled down, so is he.

And I sat the Bailey's if they feel the same way.

They're gone and so is your son.

Got a match on that sketch already.

That's fast.

Yeah, well, he was already in the current file.

Roscoe Hughes.

A .K .A.

Ant Dog.

He was shot to death last night with four of the members of a D .C. street

Shooters put him against the wall, then they burned down the house. He was ID'd

off his dental records.

He wasn't burned in my vision.

Lucky for you.

Do the cops have any ideas?

Gang war would be the big one.

Okay, so what does an urban gang death have to do with a missing family in the

suburb? I don't know.

I'm gonna run in on his boyfriend, though.

See what I come up with.

Look, I'm all for interagency cooperation, but do I really need to

DEA twice in one day?

And Doug.

Never heard of him.

Is he your new administrator over there?

Oh, deceased.

Last night.

Should I send flowers, Lloyd?

Look, if one of my people access the photo files, I'm sure they had a good

reason. Goodbye, Lloyd.

Agent.

Sir? Did you by chance research somebody or something called Ant Dog?

Yes, sir. A D .C. gangster killed last night. So they keep telling me. Yeah, I

stumbled onto it as part of the Bailey disappearance.

What's the connection?

Unknown, if any. It's one of Jesse's visions.

I think it's time I heard a little bit more about this Bailey investigation.

That's him.

Marco Gant.

And his boyfriend has a history of violent assault. He was outside the

house shortly after she left. And the dog that died from rat poison didn't.

I spoke to the vet. The dog OD'd on sinus tablets.

Why would the father lie to his kids about what happened? And how did the dog

find that many sinus tablets?

Can somebody say something that isn't a question?

I checked out Anna's computer, found emails to her boyfriend full of hate and

death wishes for all figures of authority, including her parents.

The boyfriend agreed.

What about the parents?

Mom's a homemaker. Dad runs a mortgage company. These two put the norm in

normal.

Younger brother, can you be the target?

Oh, he's 13. I don't think he... I've got people I pay to think. What I need

from you are your astonishing superpowers.

Any word from the spirit realm?

Marilyn Bailey was baking cookies for her family.

But the cookies were dead rats.

And there were photos of corpses on the refrigerator.

Victims of a gang execution in D .C. last night.

I doubt that's linked to our case.

They were in the vision.

I see. So, halftime. The score is optimism. 40 results, nothing.

Hey, you guys want to know what I see?

Hmm.

I see a nasty little girl who talks to her psycho boyfriend into killing her

family.

Forget the drug angle.

Concentrate on the girl.

You said in an email that you wanted your parents to die.

You got all these agents, more money than Microsoft, and all you found was an

email?

Give me half your salary, I'll show you a hundred more.

You're not helping us or yourself.

My little brother's gone, too. You think I want to hurt him.

Maybe you were protecting him from this fountainhead of phoniness.

This screaming well of despair that makes death seem like relief.

Remember that?

You wrote that three weeks ago.

You know, this first grader in Florida was arrested for drawing a picture of

teacher with her head cut off.

And maybe he was in on this, too.

I wouldn't talk to Nicole.

Okay, look, I'm not the captain of the cheerleaders, okay? And I have dark

thoughts.

My folks are freaks, but they're my freaks.

And I love them.

Jess, tell me you didn't pull me out of interrogation because you dreamed of

cookies. Bailey's were hanging on meat hook.

Dead? Alive.

On the floor in the meat locker with grass.

Marco was there. He was holding a musket and wearing a Civil War uniform.

That was the key.

Marco enlisted?

The grass might suggest a park.

And the uniform must mean that it had something to do with the Civil War. And

the Bailey's on meat hooks?

Wheat gets butchered.

So, Butcher Park.

What you got?

Butcher's Creek Park National Heritage Site.

Nicole.

Marco Gant.

Well, it goes to show.

I know.

Daughter's violent boyfriend turns up yelling and screaming when the family

disappears. I thought Marco was looking real good for this.

Maybe the Bailey's let him in just before the kidnappers arrived.

Then the kidnappers thought he was one of the family.

Then when they found out he wasn't, they talked to Dad.

Who took him?

I mean, they aren't rich.

They're not a threat to anybody.

I think we got something here.

Dad's company outsourced their mortgage servicing to India six months ago. Stan

Bailey's job was cut. But there's been a deposit of $4 ,892 .30 into their bank

account every other week for the past two years, including the last six

Cortez. So where do you think the money's coming from?

A new job that pays exactly the same as the old one to the penny? And he didn't

tell the daughter about it.

All right.

Thank you.

Something wrong?

Some cooperation would be nice.

What's up?

This is what killed the boyfriend.

It's from a .357 Desert Eagle.

Wow, that's a cannon. Uh -huh. I ran it through the ballistics database.

And? And it was flagged by the DEA. Oh, damn.

What, your partner's getting lost here, what?

Certain evidence gets marked in the system.

If this bullet's part of another investigation, we can't go any further

Well, whose case is it? Drug Enforcement Administration.

Do drugs have something to do with Bailey's disappearance?

The DA won't say. They just want us to drop the bullet and walk away.

We can't do that.

No, we can't.

I'll take care of it.

No. All I'm asking you to do is pick up the phone. No, that's not all you're

asking me to do. What you're asking me to do is to spend my hard -earned jam to

ask the DA to do something they don't want to do.

We're trying to find a missing family.

You ever see a game of lacrosse, Agent Scott?

Pardon me?

Lacrosse. It's a sport. Yes, I know what it is. It just wasn't very popular

where I grew up. It can be very violent.

The Native Americans who invented it used to call it the little brother of

That's fascinating.

But, sir, what I'm trying to... It's easy to play, Benoit Exeter.

Lloyd Traynor, the current chief inspector of the DEA. He was on the

team. I remember during one game, he blindsided me and broke three of my

Are you telling me this is about revenge for some old sports injury?

No, no, no. Of course not.

You know, the next year I broke his humor, he was out for the whole season.

point is, I never want to be blindsided by him again.

I don't have enough information on this thing. I've already misled him.

Since when did that bother you? I don't mind doing it. I just like to be aware

of it when I am.

Sir, a whole family is missing.

And? And this is not the time to let personal vendettas get in your way. Is

what you think this is?

Yes.

I'm not going to make any calls for your agent, Scott, but you're free to pursue

this matter on your own. However, I will give you one bit of information.

The DEA agent on this case?

Dominique Sharp.

Are you kidding me? I believe the two of you have some personal history, but

please, don't let personal vendettas get in your way.

Dominique Sharp.

That can't be you. The devil must have taken you by now.

And you don't look any more French than you ever did, Miss Dominique.

Just Mastriani, her partner.

How'd you get past security?

I left your photo and told them to shoot you on sight.

Listen, a family has been kidnapped.

If it's not drugs, I don't care.

Whoever took them also shot a teenager who was at their house.

Oh, and the only reason you're here is you ran right into a DEA case.

The bullet was flagged in the database. We got a call from the AD in charge of

this office.

So you've come to handle it over?

No.

I've come to make a trade.

Mike, I'm going to make a deal with you.

Dominique, I need you to tell me about the gun it came from.

Get out. Wait.

Whoever shot this kid is on your radar. We can help each other out here.

I don't need to trade, but you got to follow the law and give me that bullet.

And I don't have to give you nothing.

Nicole, we can't make her helpless if she doesn't want to.

Excuse me?

I need to listen to that girl.

Might lengthen your career.

Thank you.

Wow, she would have shot you if she had a gun. Some people can't let nothing go.

It didn't sound like nothing. Believe me, it was a whole lot of nothing.

How'd you do with the board?

I got it all.

You got the whole case?

I know all 50 state birds. Memorizing an analog board is easy.

So what's the update?

The DEA is closing in on a citywide meth operation in D .C., again called the

Ice Hounds. Ice being smokeable methadrine? Mm -hmm.

Their board says a bunch of dealers who compete with the hounds have been shot,

all using the same gun that killed Marco.

The dealers' faces match the ones in my vision.

Oh, and they know the location of one of the Ice Hounds meth labs.

You have a photographic memory you haven't told me about?

Kind of. I know all 50 state birds. As well as the meth lab location?

Yep. Louisiana?

The ground pelican. Close.

Now that we know where the meth lab is, how does it connect to the Bailey's?

Well, not soon. No, now. Get going.

It is the Brown Pelican. It's the Eastern Brown Pelican, Agent.

Sam.

I need to get my girls on.

Take the bottle of perfume or something?

How does this smell?

Look it up.

There's the man.

Got a little something for you.

Can you crank me up, baby?

How about you crank me first?

Okay.

You know the manufacturer in Christian Matthews' intent to sell is 20 years in

federal prison? Huh? Nicole, I got this, Jeff.

So what you gonna do?

Gun you 20?

Or I can smoke you?

Or option number three, you can talk to me. What you gonna do?

Talk?

Yeah. Good choice.

Who carries the .357 Desert Eagle?

Gunner. Gunner! What's he do with it? He collects money for it.

Why'd he kill Mark again?

I don't know who that is. I'm lying!

I'm not!

Nicole, that's enough.

Go check the evidence, Jess.

Now, I can gut you, too.

But just right to left.

And I'm hitting every single thing you've got inside of you.

I don't remember anybody named Marco.

I swear.

What about the Bailey's? Who? The people you made disappear. I don't know what

you're talking about.

Do you know this is going poorly?

So I'm going to ask you one more question.

Where's Gunner right now?

Nicole. What? I know what the Bailey's were doing.

Okay, so what you got?

Wait. Hold that thought just a minute.

Scott, are you dressing more conservative these days?

So what brings you here?

You do.

DEA's been watching this place for months, and you just stepped all over

Just doing my job.

We're just doing it. Uh -uh. You don't want a piece of me fly weight.

Don't forget you're talking to my partner. All right, Cagney and Lacey.

This is our operation.

But we don't have any way of knowing that since you wouldn't share anything

us. So if you'll excuse us, we have a big case to break here.

This ain't over.

You're going to regret the day you met me.

I already do, John Monique.

We need this to be good, Jess.

The Baileys are making crystal meth.

What, because of those ingredients?

Yeah, a lot of people have that stuff playing around.

In my vision, Marilyn Bailey is baking cookies that are dead rats.

Well, Stan Bailey told his kids that the dog died from eating rat poison, but he

lied. The dog rodeed on sinus medication, which the Baileys have in

And that is the central ingredient in crystal meth.

Stan hasn't worked in six months, but he's making a lot of money we can't

account for. And Marco was killed with the same gun that that drug gang used to

kill the competition.

Well, Marco was an accident. They weren't after him at all. He just

be there when they showed up. And they showed up because the Baileys were their

competitors. We're not looking for the Bailey's anymore.

We're looking for their grave sites.

They're alive.

I can feel it.

This just came in from an intersection camera in Manassas, Virginia.

Takes pictures of cars who run red lights. The offense occurred an hour

Last time I checked, running a red light wasn't a federal offense.

It is this time.

Well, what do you know?

There's the missing mother, Marilyn Bailey.

No one's seen her in date.

Wait till you hear who owns that car.

That's odd.

Yeah, it is.

Maybe she's in the house.

Do you remember us?

It's hard to forget the FBI.

Where are you coming from? The store.

We needed balsamic vinegar for the salad.

That's what the bottle is.

I wasn't drinking and driving, if that's what you're thinking.

I was just wondering why you left the lawnmower running.

I was cutting the lawn, and then I remembered the balsamic vinegar, only

sometimes it's hard to get the mower started, and I didn't want to waste time

because I have a pie in the oven, so I just left it running.

Miss Burdett, I thought you drove a Mercedes.

Um, it's in the shop. This one's the loaner. So you see, I... Why do you ask?

Well, this is a picture of your car running a red light.

Wait, uh, what car are you talking about?

It's the other car that's in the shop. My husband is driving the Mercedes.

Your husband?

Yes. Oh, your husband bears a striking resemblance to Marilyn Bailey.

You want to try that again?

Try what again?

I don't know who faked this picture, but with a home computer and some photo

software... You were taken by a traffic camera. Now, how did Marilyn Bailey get

your car? I'm sure I don't know.

Then we're arresting you. You can't do that. I have rights and I have

privileges. Converted hands behind your back.

Marilyn Bailey... was here this morning.

pounding on my door like a crazy person. And when I opened it, she had a knife.

She said she was going to kill me if I didn't give her my car and the pink

So you handed over the title to your car and you didn't call the police?

Maybe Mrs. Burdett isn't telling us the truth because she's afraid Marilyn

Bailey will tell us the truth. And that's why she handed over a $90 ,000

Mrs. Burdett, you're high, aren't you?

You're cranked on crystal meth.

Please. You have all the signs. You're manic. You think you're smarter than

everyone. You're trying to do 18 things at one time.

And you're argumentative. I am not argumentative. Yes, you are. I am not

argumentative. I am an American citizen, and I will not, not for one instant.

I will not.

Miss Burdick, you're not the one we're after.

I'm not the only one.

We all bought from Marilyn.

Methadrine. Crystal meth. We all bought it. We're going to need everything.

Names, dates, places.

I am high, but I am not stupid.

I will need full immunity. You got it.

I want to go get my pie out of the oven.

Just say no.

Whoa.

I told you there was something wrong with the burbs. Yeah, but you don't like

the conformity. When Florence Henderson turns into a meth head, does that feel

like conformity to you? Still, it's pretty weird. I wish it was, but it

Biggest market for crystal meth in this country is suburban women.

I read that, but I find that hard to believe. It's true.

It's cheap.

Easy to produce. You can lose weight and think you look fabulous until you get

brain damage, heart failure, and delusions.

What's up? Check this out. Three break -ins on this one block this morning.

All missing cash and jewelry.

Marilyn Bailey's trying to put together a lot of cash fast.

So why not sell her own car and empty her bank account?

Well, because Bailey's car is elite. And the banks will tell her the second she

tries to touch those accounts.

I wonder why she needs so much money.

And where her family is.

Prolonged method use makes you violent.

Paranoid, right?

Well, Phyllis Burdett said that Marilyn pulled a knife on her. Maybe she killed

her son and her husband. She's trying to raise enough cash to get out of town.

All right, we've got enough to go to Pollock. Let's go.

All right, all right. I'll meet you there. I've got to check one more thing

So the Bailey father lost his job and the family starts cooking meth and

it to their friends? To the whole development, yeah.

It's outrageous. The ice hounds down in D .C. will feel the suburbs are their

territory. So they kidnap the family, yeah.

The mom somehow gets free and starts robbing homes in her subdivision?

Are you kidding me?

There's still pieces missing, sir.

A car dealer in Baltimore just bought the Mercedes from Marilyn Bailey for 50

large, even through an eight -year -old Hyundai.

She's still on the move.

So are the DEA, and they're coming at it from the other side.

The meth gang.

Well, we all know the rules. Now that we've touched the case, we've got to

them on it.

What for?

You know, I keep waiting for her innocence to fade, but it never does.

There's nothing wrong with that. Says you.

You guys get your information, and you keep me informed.

If the DEA gets this bust ahead of you...

Don't come back.

Well, there's nothing like a little motivation, huh?

Okay.

Okay, there was a house.

There was a gingerbread house.

I'll get the sketch artist.

What was Marilyn doing?

She was looking for something. She was eating those camper girl cookies.

Where?

In her house. Let's go.

FBI, you're under arrest. No, you can't. There's no time.

Put your hands where I can see them.

There's got to be hundreds of thousands of dollars in here.

It's 1 .7 million.

And if I don't deliver it to them in 90 minutes, my husband and my son are dead.

Anna's fine. You can see her soon, but you have to tell us everything.

I'm telling you everything.

You said the Ice Towns wanted two million. We've only pulled 1 .7 out of

freezer. Yes.

I'm $300 ,000 short, and I'm not going to raise it sitting in here.

Is that why you started robbing your neighbors?

Are you deaf?

They have my son, my husband, and I have an hour left.

Well, we're going to need to know who's in this with you.

We need the whole story.

And we'll talk when my family is safe.

Were you thinking about safety when you started dealing crystal meth?

Oh, God.

Anna.

Talk to me, Mrs. Bailey.

Jen couldn't find work.

We were going to lose everything. The house, the cars.

We had to do something.

You became the drug lord of the subdivision.

You were doing well until the icons noticed you crowding the reaction.

A horrible man came around.

What man?

A skinhead named Gunner.

I explained that we weren't taking his customers.

We were expanding the market.

We were increasing demand. I showed him the spreadsheet and the projections and

the detailed business plan.

You had spreadsheets?

He wouldn't listen.

He wanted every dollar that we'd made plus an insane amount of interest or he

would burn our house to the ground.

Was that inside it?

You didn't pay.

But we got out of the business.

We thought that would be enough.

So they took us and killed Marco to show they were serious.

Okay, that is the whole story.

I have less than an hour. Please let me go.

Mom. Oh, Anna.

Anna, I know you can't forgive me, but...

The family's dead whether she pays the ransom or not. The only chance we have

to find them first.

I used the sketch we made of the gingerbread house from Justice Vision.

Maybe the house is a symbol for something else. I don't think so.

I ran a comparison between the blueprint on file and the drawings from your

dream. I found this.

Six points of convergence.

They're identical.

You can't depend on that. Someone has to deliver the ransom with Marilyn Bailey

and take down whoever comes to pick it up at the same time we hit that house.

I'll get the house.

With Antonio.

And the tactical team.

We don't want to tip them off, sir.

No, what you don't want is for the DEA to take this away from you. Because that

takes it away from me. And that, well, you don't even want to know.

They won't take it away.

Drive fast or don't come back.

Well, I do drive faster than you.

All right, it's yours.

I'll go with the ransom drop.

You have what they want.

Only part of it.

Might not want to mention that.

Remember, demand proof of life.

Okay. No proof, no money.

That's what will keep them alive, understand?

Hello? Do you have my money?

I want to talk to my son.

City parking law on Rossiter. Be there in ten minutes.

Not unless I hear my son.

Say hi, Mom.

Mom, please help.

Cameron?

You did fine.

What'd they say?

Denman, City Parking, Rossiter Avenue. All right, let's go.

It's going down in ten. City Parking, Rossiter Avenue.

It feels wrong.

What? I got your back.

And Pollock's got the SWAT team waiting.

No, I mean where we're going. It's a mistake.

No, it's not. You saw the drawing. There's six points of convergence.

A gingerbread house represents a house? That's too easy. It wasn't easy. I

worked my ass off to locate that match.

You know what? Many times things are the way they seem.

Yeah, and the Bailey's seem like a normal suburban family. No, think. What

gingerbread house? No, no, it's too late to do that right now, all right? And

why are you driving? Okay, what happens to a gingerbread house? It gets baked?

A cooked house.

It gets hot.

Hot house? Hot house. Uh, like a greenhouse.

Greenhouse. Green, like the icing on the gingerbread?

Is there a nursery around here? Uh, no nursery, but there is a booze can.

What? It's an unlicensed nightclub. The greenhouse.

Closed down a few months ago.

Where?

Five block D.

Hang on.

Where's my family? Where's my money?

It's in here.

The keys.

We should take it.

Pick him up.

Drop it.

Please tell me you're fed.

Yeah.

And you're under arrest.

Right.

Drop the gun, it would kill the kid.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Gotta have as much as I want.

Talk to me.

Yeah, okay, I'll call you back. We found it. Jeff!

And you could just run around and go back.

You're here. Good, I'll call our SWAT team. We'll go in together.

Together? We're not doing anything together.

This is a DEA case and a DEA book.

Look, I know they're in there. I saw it in my vision.

Okay. I saw it in my search team.

Go back to your little ratty FBI ass on the potty here.

Gunner hasn't checked in.

That means we gotta kill you.

They have hostages. And I'll send up your regards.

But you're not going to stand in my way.

Yeah, we are.

Freeze, FBI!

Get in there!

Come on, move it, move it! Go!

Go!

Let's go, let's go!

Move it, move it!

Well,

the DEA.

Good intentions, bad results.

Nothing ever changes.

This is my bust.

I got a warrant. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll note that in my report, my FBI

report.

I'd let you read them the rights, but it's already done.

They're alive and unhurt.

Great. That's what I wanted to hear.

Okay. All right.

We got him.

You talking to your skinny -ass friend?

When you see her?

Tell her to stay out of DEA business, or I can find out where she is.

She'll be ready. No one's ever ready for me.

You're here.

So are you.

How'd you know where they were?

I had a vision, how'd you know? I had a wiretap.

On the drug dealers? On the DEA.

Quicker, more efficient.

Of course, you tell anybody that, and you'll vanish in the middle of the

What? You want to try me?

Um... No.

Good.

I wouldn't vanish in the middle of the night.

I'll get the car.

He's kidding.

He couldn't do that.

Well, it looks like it got to the whole block.

I guess the homeowners association forgot to pass a rule about dealing

What's going to happen to these people?

Well, the Bailey's, they'll go to trial, and their kids will stay with the

family until it's resolved.

And their neighbors?

Well, there's probation treatment. Some of them are going to go to prison.

You still think the burbs are boring?

I don't know. You still think they're neat and secure?

Well, they're like any place, I guess.

People do bad things. Human nature isn't always pretty.

But there's one thing you gotta say. The landscaping here, it's pretty fabulous.

I like it.

To each his own? Okay.

Thank you.