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The gunfire detection software ShotTipper is saving time and money.

ShotTipper registers every loud noise as gunfire.

Keegan? I ain't got nothing to say to you. You're not loyal to him. You're not

loyal to us. Who are you loyal to, Kelly?

There we go. Oh, my God!

Mom! Put your clothes on, you dirty dog. The curtains aren't even closed.

I know. I'm bad at relationships.

Len Grierson?

There was that one good one.

Nathan? And where he at?

Nathan? I want to end it with Gabrielle.

She's great.

I'm never going anywhere as long as you're in the picture.

You dated D .S. Michaels? I still haven't told Nathan.

Honestly, it's the first time I felt hopeful about...

Duff?

Hey.

You okay?

You couldn't take two minutes to put some pants on.

You're okay.

Gabrielle.

She was right in the middle of telling me something.

I don't think we've spoken that much in our lives.

You didn't have your gun drawn?

No, I don't go into neighborhoods with my gun drawn unless I have to.

It was my third time there in two days.

And afterwards you saw nothing?

I was focused on Sergeant Bouchon, as you can see.

Uh, Sam, can you please drive Kelly back to the station so we can take her

clothes and get a statement?

And I will let you know as soon as Gabrielle is out of surgery, okay,

This is not your fault.

I know.

Stealing chips from convenience stores now?

Oh, dummy, what are you talking for, Ma Barker?

I don't even know who that is. She's like a roots of criminal mastermind from

the 1930s. Actually, no, there's a debate about...

Morning,

Mom. Sleep well?

No, I heard you coming and going.

What's a grown woman doing up at 1 a .m.? Oh, one of my colleagues got shot

night. Dead?

No.

Okay, sorry to disappoint you.

A bed is like sleeping on rocks.

Well, just, I suppose, it's only for two months.

Maybe three.

Okay, well, listen, I've got to get to work. There's a ton of food in the

fridge. Oh, don't worry about me.

I can look after myself.

Wait.

Do you have rubber gloves?

I have to give this kitchen a proper scrub.

There's grit around the sink. Okay, no, there's not, Mom, because I keep my

house spotless.

You keep it Samantha spotless.

I like things Judy spotless.

What time will you be home? I will be home as soon as I can.

All right.

But when you get home, I want to talk to you about this Nan's character.

Well, I'd rather not.

No, I don't want to see you get hurt.

He's too young.

He's never going to stick around during menopause. Oh, jeez. Well, I'm like

years away from menopause. Oh, you think you are?

But you're not.

You should have stuck with Steve.

He's tall and just the right amount of handsome.

You don't think that Naz is too handsome? Is there such a thing?

Well, I mean, for you.

It's fine.

I don't mean what doubts in your mind.

You go.

You go.

It's okay. Okay. But if you're going to keep a younger man, know this. It is a

bad idea to go around with your hair looking like that.

Thank you.

Thanks. Okay, have a great day. You too, sweetie.

Hey, um, could you give these to Officer Gabriel Buschel? Room 311?

Hey.

Hey, how is she?

She's, uh, stable.

Yeah, I mean, she's not awake yet, but, um... Looks like she's gonna be okay.

Good. That's really good. Um, I just want to drop these off.

Thanks. Hey, hey.

What I was saying before... I'm glad she has you.

She's gonna need you.

Yeah, I gotta go.

Kelly,

Kelly, Kelly.

I need you to fill out this I .O .D. for Sergeant Beauchamp.

Insured on duty report. And I want you to go see the therapist.

I don't need to see that doc again, boss. I'm good.

You are no good to me if you're all in your head about this.

I'm fine.

Can't you see I don't look good?

I mean, I'm just going to throw myself back in my work like I always do.

Nuh -uh.

You know that you can't investigate the shooting, right? I know.

I know.

Kelly, your colleague was shot right next to you last night and...

Now, you're going to have some feelings about that, so go see the shrink or

don't. But just don't hide from those feelings.

Who said anything about hiding?

Work, fine.

Talk it out good.

Scream and yell, that's okay, too. Just do it in your car.

I never pegged you for the car, Screamer.

Every lunch hour, where you think I was going to spa?

Hey, partner.

Have I got something for you. Look, I got this map of Marshall Court. All

tabs?

Where the security cameras are.

Nope, we're not allowed to investigate, remember? I wish I could, but I was a

witness. True, but you know what? We are guns and gangs, so we are allowed to

investigate guns.

Also true.

All right, so what do you got? Did the gun turn up? No, but in order to find

gun, we got to look into shooting, right?

So... I asked Naz to get the ballistics on the bullet, and I looked at the

security footage from the courtyard, and judging from the angle where the bullet

shot Gabrielle, it was a pretty good idea of where the shooter was standing.

And it's the only place on that block that isn't visible by these security

cameras, so it's making me think the shooter knew exactly where those cameras

were. Yeah.

I gotta talk to Keegan. What? Why?

Because him and Crystal were giving me grief about the shot -tipper the other

day, said I was begging for trouble.

You don't actually think that Keegan shot Gabrielle?

All right, it wasn't Keegan, all right? But if someone in Marshall Court has a

hate -on for cops, he'll know about it.

Do you think it was targeted?

Well... I feel like we were lured there.

And that someone set off fireworks, got all the kids to clear out, and waited

for us to show up.

I mean, is that crazy?

No, not really.

Hey, I, uh...

Got the forensics report on the case they retrieved from the scene.

There's no prints on it.

Ballistics came in on the bullet that hit Gabrielle. It's a 9mm, so we're

probably looking for a semi -automatic.

Girl, what is wrong with you? What are you doing? Oh, nothing.

I just... Look, it's a ponytail headache.

A ponytail headache?

Yeah. It's like when your hair is too tight and it's fine now.

Okay. Okay. Well, uh, keep me posted.

I mean, not about the hair. You can give me a post about the hair thing, too, if

you want to.

But I meant about the gun.

Yeah.

Okay.

Bye,

Sam. Bye. This is great.

So what's up between you two?

Did you guys finally do this?

You did, didn't you?

You finally dusted off that beaver tail, huh? Let me see it. Let me see it.

It's well dusted, okay? It's a well -oiled pelican. Girl, please, that thing

dry as hell. How many cobwebs you got? None. I have no cobwebs. Stop counting

vagina. Don't count my vagina, please. I'm just saying, you probably got a

volleyball shoved up in there with a face painted on it. And like Tom Hanks,

she's so happy to have a human interaction again. Okay, first of all,

is not a desert island, and nothing happened.

Why not?

Because.

My mother walked in.

Don't.

I thought you just said your mother walked in, like you were in high school

something like that.

Yeah, did you see him?

He was so awkward.

God, he probably, like, turned off of me forever.

Okay, back it up for a second. Why was your mother there in the first place?

I had a bunionectomy. It's really great. I'm super excited to have a roommate

for the next eight weeks. Eight weeks? Eight weeks.

Oh, your thing is definitely going to dry up now.

Oh.

Keep him not answering.

Hey, Richie, what's up?

You know what you're saying. You may stay out of trouble, right?

Yes. You?

I wish.

But as you know, a friend of ours got shot last night. So if any of y 'all saw

anything or heard anything, we could really use your help.

OK, guys, move it along.

Richie, Dane, let's go.

Now, come on!

Hey, Crystal,

come on.

I was talking to him.

Well, they're not talking to you.

Okay, then.

Has anyone asked you about your whereabouts last night?

So now you think I shot that cop? No, I'm just asking.

I've been trying to reach Keegan.

Were you with him?

I was.

And my sister and her husband out to dinner.

With many witnesses we could verify.

Is there anything else you want to try to pin on us? You drank Keegan's Kool

-Aid. I get it.

But if you really want to know the facts, just give me a call, OK? In the

meantime, can you tell the kids who live around here to be a little bit more

cooperative?

Why would I do that? Because I don't think last night's shooting was random.

think we were targeted. And these kids, Crystal, might have seen something.

OK, well, you know what? I don't have to drink anyone's Kool -Aid to know that

cooperating with the cops leads to trouble.

Oh, and Keegan doesn't want to talk to you.

Stop calling.

Hey, you okay?

Hey, uh... Hey.

If I tell you something, can you keep me out of it?

And Crystal, too. She don't got nothing to do with this.

Yeah, of course.

Hey. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay?

What is it?

I think I know where the gun is.

The one that shot your friend.

Okay.

Are you sure that he said it was this dumpster?

Yeah.

Ugh.

Okay.

Okay.

I swear to God. I swear to God if this is a prank.

Ah.

Ah.

Burn.

Got it. What? Got it.

Oh, my God.

That's a ghost gun.

It's 3D printed.

I know.

No serial, untraceable.

Perfect thing to use if you want to kill a cop and get away with it.

Looks like a toy, but as you know, fires like a gun and inflicts damage like a

real gun.

We discussed this. You're not supposed to be looking into the shooting.

She's not. I am.

I found the gun all alone, knee -deep in garbage. Can you smell me? Can you

smell this? That is bad. That's like egg salad. Oh, my gosh. That's the diaper.

Put your hand out of my face. How'd you know the gun was in the trash?

My source disposed of it after finding it in the alley. Why?

So it wouldn't be used again.

What a good Samaritan. Who's your source? She would rather not say. Isn't

right, Wazowski? That's exactly right. But what I can tell you is that Forensic

found two sets of... fingerprints when the outside of the gun belongs to the

source and the inside to an unknown person. No AFI aspects?

No, nothing in the system. But we think they belong to the manufacturer, which

is why I'm going to find out who the manufacturer is and find out who they

the gun to. And voila, we have Gabrielle Shooter. Yeah, and we? She means me.

Two Ps and a pause, though. Or you could just pull in your source and ask them.

Pull in anyone who is in the area for questioning.

And fingerprint an entire neighborhood until we find a match?

No.

Thanks.

Guys, we're already treating this community like they're a bunch of

If we start accusing them, it's only going to make our relationship with them

worse. This is a cop shooting. We have a job to do. We can't be afraid to step

on toes. I agree with Kelly. We shouldn't cast a net. We should be more

targeted. Give Wazowski and only Wazowski a beat to find a gunmaker.

She's right. We'll find them. We'll find a shooter.

I'm sorry. You hired me to get this department in shape, and you're trusting

this to someone who smells like sweaty cold cuts.

Brad.

Here's a beat, but in 24 hours.

I'm doing this my way, okay?

That does smell like salami. That does, really bad.

You need to change.

Okay, great.

And you're sure that's what he ordered?

Right.

Okay, thank you.

Thank you very much.

I got something.

I got something.

Okay. Okay, do you remember how the forensic report said that the gun barrel

the butt were made with the same heat -resistant ABS plastic?

Like Legos. Yeah. Well, it turns out that the trigger assembly is made with

something else, a biocompatible polyurethane resin in specific a

brand called Actonite by Sendine Polymers.

Okay, okay. So, Actonite is used to make dental aligners. And it turns out that

Sendine...

Well, he sells a specific polymer to three orthodontists in the city, and one

them, Dr. John Buckner, of Blue Line Orthodontics, was buying an excess

considering the number of clients he has.

I wonder what he's using all that plastic for.

Yeah. Well, it looks like one of us is going to have to go in for a consult.

Yeah, I wonder who.

Not it.

Yeah, that's you.

I said it wasn't it.

I taped yours. It's not it.

How does that make me it?

Oh, God.

Oh.

I hate the orthodontist.

I don't know how I'd describe now.

How would you describe?

Yeah,

that's me.

Oh, you had braces as a kid.

The retainer didn't work.

So we'd just be correcting some drifts, some rotation, angulation.

You want to see how you'd look? I could take a few pictures and show you.

Yeah, sure. Let's just cut the camera.

Oh, wow. Oh, gosh.

Uh,

ask about his colleagues.

Oh, my

daughter

handles the administrative stuff.

Oh, uh, what does she do?

Oh, schedules appointments, orders supplies.

Supplies, like, for the printer?

I saw them out there. I thought all liners were factory -made.

Do you make yours in -house?

We do now.

Actually, my daughter Vicki set up a 3D printer for us. It's so much faster.

Oh, wow. That's fantastic.

All that tech stuff feels just such a mystery to me. How did she know so much

about it?

She went to engineering school for a while.

Oh, right.

What? Not anymore?

Um...

You know, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to pry. It's okay.

She had to leave. Ran into some problems.

I'm trying to get her interested in dentistry.

Find out more about Miss Vicki. I think I see her coming in right now.

God, I know all about problems. I have a teenage son. He can be a handful.

Girls are so much easier.

I mean, not to diminish, like, what that means to you and your daughter. Anyway,

enough about me. This is the new you in 20 weeks.

Oh, wow.

I could even accelerate the transformation if you use this device to

circulation. You're shaking your mouth while you're there. Why are you watching

TV? Right. Okay.

That's fine.

Let me know what you decide and book your impressions with Vicky. Okay.

Hey, can I have a toothbrush?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Gotcha, Vicki.

You devious little turd. I can't believe it. Your dad gives you a second chance

and you make guns.

Well, at least we know she didn't pull the trigger.

Unless she can eat ribs across town and shoot cops at the same time.

All right, then. Why don't we pick her up and find out who did?

No, let's wait.

Why? One fingerprint isn't going to prove that she's manufacturing these

Between her alibi and a good lawyer, she's going to be out an hour. We're

going to find out who the shooter is.

All right, we'll get a tracking warrant for her phone.

It's solid proof that she's a manufacturing family.

Yeah, and then we pull out our patented Skelly one -two punch.

And then we're going to get her to roll over on whoever bought it.

Excuse me, Skelly? Skelly.

Well, we could say Cam, but I really don't feel it has a zing.

Yeah, I'll be there in five. Okay, I've got her location tracking up.

I guess so far she's been to a gym, a nail salon, and a tanning salon.

Like Jerry D. Shore over here.

Mark, hey.

Hey, I need 10 of your baskets. Can you make that happen?

10?

Fine. I can do 10, but it's going to be 2K each.

She's making a deal.

20K? Nah.

How about 10? Shark.

Really? Shark? Price of 20. Can you get the number?

Uh, no. It must be a sad phone.

Sweet. Mark,

right?

Mark the Shark Trondé?

One of the sons of Jupiter?

So Vicky's selling guns to bikers now. I know that guy.

One of his biker boys got popped on Cherry Beach. Mark was the prime

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Guess which homicide detective investigated him?

So, to what do we owe this very impromptu, disruptive visit?

It's about Gabrielle's shooter.

Sergeant Gabrielle Beauchamp. She works in 44. She was shot.

Dead? Nope, not dead. Then it's not our problem.

Jeez, come on. Okay.

Um... Okay, what do you know about Mark the Shark Tremblay?

He's a dangerous guy, not to mention a beast.

Like, physically.

Are you sure that we're talking about the same guy?

He was puny when we first looked at him, but then as our investigation

progressed, so did his math.

He gained 10 pounds of lean muscle every month. It was incredible.

Yeah, now even his hands have muscle. All hands have muscle. Not Chase's.

See? No muscle.

That is actually a bit... Okay, can we get back to Mark, please?

Yeah. We just need to know what he does on a Wednesday morning. If I'm reading

you right, he is a... He's a gym rat.

Probably hangs out there a lot.

Maybe he goes there on Wednesdays.

I don't think we know, do we?

No, we definitely don't know anything about his schedule.

Or his work. Or his favorite food. Hint, spoiled chicken.

I tried his diet.

It was crazy.

He got protein poisoning. That's not a thing. It's a thing. He was very sick.

tried workouts?

I bet he didn't.

Couldn't hack it.

Chase definitely tried his workouts.

Uh, yeah.

I even spent $500 on four personal training sessions at Mark's gym. Wow,

was overpriced. I'm going to rip you off.

It's standard.

Nope. My gym charges $60 a session.

Well, you obviously don't work out at Cyrus' gym.

Oh, what about you?

What do you know?

We're going to Cyrus' gym tomorrow. I would like to thank you both very much

your cooperation.

Lovely chatting with you.

Because my mom, you almost see this.

What are you wearing?

Workout clothes.

My God, you look like a popsicle.

I do?

Yes.

Stay back, stay back. I'm just going to stay back.

I'm obviously going to check a grapevine. You go that way, I'm going to

way. I hope it's strawberry.

You think I can do more squats on her?

Check that out.

Hey, do you mind if I, uh... Oh, go ahead.

Yeah, only because your outfit's geared or away from equipment.

Here, I can't believe you spent money on that thing. Yes, I did. I spent a lot

of money. I feel like, oh, $200.

How's my form?

I don't know.

Let me get a closer look.

I'm confirming that it's him.

Well, listen, you see him, so one of them's gotta be him.

But if you see Vicky, do not let her see you.

Do you mind if I, uh, working with you while you rest?

Sure. If I can spot you.

Be my guest.

I'm Kelly, by the way.

Mark. Friends call me Shark.

Oh, wow,

you're really strong.

Never seen you around the gym before.

Huh?

I'm looking for a new gym.

Well, if you need a trainer, I got the best one in the city.

No, no way.

Kelly Marie?

Come here, girl.

Give me a... Hey.

Pam, let's cover, all right? Do not blow this.

Ditto. And he's my mark.

God, you look good.

I'm guessing you two know each other?

Yeah, he used to train me.

Took a lot of years to undo his bad habits, but, uh, you know, maybe he's

changed.

This guy.

All good habits now.

Now you gotta go and handle something else.

Ah, Shark.

We gotta leave. Now.

Something doesn't feel right.

and boyfriend, Len.

Len? Like Beretta Len, Len?

What's he doing with Mark?

I don't know.

But if he's working in a undercover case, he shouldn't. That time he went

was disastrous.

God, that guy's easy to spook.

Makes my job easier.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like I'm doing?

I told Mark I had to change.

So we've got two minutes to talk about why you're trying to bust up my op.

You're off. Hey, hey, wow. No, thanks. Okay, that's going to happen. Listen, I

draw the line at the shoes. The shoes stay on. The shoes stay on. No bare feet

in the car. You ever try taking shorts off over kicks?

Doesn't work.

I'm Len, by the way.

Detective Samantha Wazowski, guns and gangs, please exit the vehicle.

I meet you. Do you always talk like you're at a stop and frisk?

Why are you looking into Mark Tremblay?

Because he's at the center of my case.

Big one.

My turn.

Why you block my number?

You know why.

Tell me about your investigation.

All I can say is I'm working with RCMP.

Project Holtage.

Been embedded for two months.

The rest is classified.

You're investigating Santa Jupiter?

Are you?

They want Vicky.

A gun she made nearly killed a cop.

I heard about that.

You were there, right?

You okay?

You haven't slept. I'm fine.

I just need to find Vicky and find out who she sold to.

Okay.

How about I step in for Mark, meet Vicky, finish the deal,

you make your arrest, and I keep Mark in the clear. And why would we trust you

with this?

Do you have another option?

Look, Mark's spooked.

Do this with me or don't do it at all.

So, get the cash, call me, and we'll get this done today.

Okay?

But you're going to have to unblock me if you want me to call you back.

Doug?

We can't. I know. We can't. There's no way I'm working with him.

I don't think he is anyway.

Unblock me.

We may have lost more, but Vicky will sell again. We'll just keep monitoring

phone. That's not going to take a while.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell?

Hey!

Hey! What are you doing?

Sorry, Dev. DS orders.

You're a liar. You said you wouldn't tell. I didn't do anything.

I know. Wait!

I'm gonna handle this, Richie. I promise.

What is this?

We said that we had time.

Well, your time is up, so I'm gonna question your source.

How'd you even find out about him?

You're not the only person in this office who has access to Marshall Court

security footage, and I saw you talking to him yesterday. Before you went

without, you went headfirst into a dumpster. Oh, so now you're spying on

Okay.

Can you not make me the bad guy here? You're holding back an important piece

the puzzle. I had to get it myself.

Thankfully, I didn't have to roll around in the garbage to do so. Oh, God

forbid. No, because you wouldn't want to ruin your outfit.

What makes you even think Richie did this?

His fingerprints were all over the gun.

You can't be so naive to assume he had nothing to do with it.

Naive? We're actually doing the work. We're on the brink of finding out who

bought the gun. I only care about the shooter. And now I have him.

And now maybe Sergeant Beauchamp can get some justice.

Remember her?

This kid didn't do it.

Good.

Prove it.

Remember when I said I'm not using lint?

No, take back. Yes.

It's the only way to catch a big man before this asshat ruins Richie's life.

I just wrote a very short description of what we're going to ask for in there.

It's a quick read.

Take my lead, all right? She listened to me better than you, all right?

Yes, I will keep you posted.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Superintendent is having a conniption over the shooting. Please tell me you

some answers.

We might, but it'll take a little investment from our part.

$20 ,000 from the flash fund. $20 ,000.

For what?

That's how much.

Vicki Bauchner needs for ten of her ghost guns. Hey, you can't push for a

smaller buy.

No, we have to match the deal with the original buyer.

It'll look weird if we reduce the order.

But look, she's ready to move on this today with an associate of ours.

Associate.

Lynn Griffin.

Lynn Lynn?

Are you sure about this?

Well, he knows Vicki through Mark, who he's investigating.

Something about a project voltage. It's a RCMP thing.

Okay. We already checked into it, and I, you know, I just took the liberty of

filling out the flash fund form.

And I took the liberty of providing a pen.

She's ready to go. Wait.

She's waiting now.

Target here.

Here you go.

I got you.

I know you do.

Meet me in the alley after the bar.

Why? Mark has the instructions.

What is he doing?

Well, I want to make sure that everything's there.

Not ripping us off.

Put it together, load it, or I walk.

Should we go over? I can't see a thing. Glenn.

Glenn, you gotta move over. Will you stop bugging him? I can't move.

All right?

I'm gonna do a thing.

What are you looking at?

I'd like to know.

You can never be too careful.

Yeah, whatever you say. Here.

Hey, give me the money.

the deal.

Well, that was the deal you had with Mark this morning.

Now he wants you to reconsider.

Hey, man.

Take it easy.

Take it or leave it.

Fine. Lynn, what are you doing?

You had your chance.

No. Hey!

So you don't have the guns you think my client manufactured.

You don't have the money you said she received for these guns. It's only a

matter of time before we apprehend the buyer who has both. And your client here

will be arrested for manufacturing 10 prohibited firearms.

That's 11, actually.

Another gun you made shot a cop in Marshall Court.

Your fingerprints are on it. Listen, Vicki, we know you tried to sell to Mark

and to his associates, but I'm not interested in those guns. We can work

deal if you tell us who you sold this gun to.

I didn't sell... Tell us, Vicki.

You'll be charged as an accessory in the attempted murder of a cop.

I didn't sell a gun to anyone in Marshall Court.

I only ever sold to Mark, I swear.

The gun got into Marshall Court, it was through Mark Tremblay.

He must have brokered the deal.

Lynn?

Where are you? I need you to call me back right now. Kelly, Len's gone. He

played us. No, he didn't.

He's an ass, and he played by his own rules. He's a good cop. Are you sure

that?

I decided to look a little further into this Project Voltage that your boy Len

is involved with, and guess what? It is an RCMP investigation.

into stolen copper wire with a connection to the Russian mafia that was

up five years ago. How did you find that out? That project is classified.

Working right there. Friends in hot places.

Unfortunately, I can't say the same thing for Lynn because it turns out he's

even on the force right now. Yeah, because he's working for the RCMP. No,

because he's registered at a rehab in Burlington.

You two had better find that money or you will never work undercover again.

It's okay. We're on it.

We swabbed Richie's hoodie for GSR. Came back positive.

It's a misunderstanding.

Listen, those kids over there, they're playing a stupid game with firework.

Probably covered in residue. It can look exactly the same as gunshot particles.

He doesn't have an alibi, and he knew exactly where the weapon was hidden.

Then why would he tell us about it, huh?

His prints are all over that gun. He's not that stupid.

Lots of people are that stupid.

You're a cop. You should know that by now.

Or maybe he's not stupid at all, and he just grew a conscience.

I hear that happens.

Duff? Hey Duff, you want to talk about that?

No, I don't want to talk.

Hey. Hey.

Um, you've been avoiding me today. Oh, no. Oh, gosh, no. I thought that you

avoiding me.

Come here.

It's quiet in here.

Yeah, yeah. It's kind of nice, right? Yeah.

Uh, no, I'm not avoiding you.

Good. I was just giving you some space. I thought that maybe you... My mother

says that, um, you're too young for me.

Really? Yeah.

Like, you're too young, too handsome, basically, kind of, to everything.

Do you always listen to your mother? Yes, I do. Well, you shouldn't, because

she's wrong.

Also, you look great today.

Really?

Thanks.

I didn't do anything different. Oh, I did.

Um, I went to the gym, did a bit of a work, like, workout.

Okay. Doing some squat, like, intense, really low.

Just call me, like, clean squat, if you don't, maybe not.

How low, Queen Squat?

Pretty... Need a

minute?

No, no, we were just, uh... Saying goodnight.

Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Cool.

Gabrielle, you awake?

Right.

OK.

I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to get something off my chest.

I don't know why you've been so open with me the other night, you know,

those secrets.

And I know I didn't take the shot to recall seriously.

I know you were following my lead and...

Because

I'm not worried that all of this is my fault.

That should be me laying there.

OK.

So you told me your secret about DS Michaels.

All right. So how about I give you one back?

All right?

OK.

My sisters are having babies.

And I'm not a jealous person. I'm just so not a jealous person. But I am

burning. I am green.

Babies. My gosh.

I would love to have some babies of my own.

And I want them so bad.

I can't swallow right now.

I'm worried, but...

What if it doesn't happen for me?

What if I waited too long? What am I waiting for, right? I don't know. I'm

waiting to get my life together.

I don't know why

that happens for some people and it doesn't happen for others. And I'm not

talking about babies, right? I'm talking about life, like the life stuff.

You know, staying on top of your bills, knowing when to change dead batteries,

having healthy relationships, which... I

don't even think I deserve Nathan.

I think you deserve him more than me, and I don't even know anything about

I promise if you pull through this, and I need you to pull through this,

Gabrielle.

I think I would like to take you out to dinner, and I don't know if we could

talk about all that life stuff.

Maybe if we become friends, then I'll forget about

him.

So, dinner on me?

All right.

Excuse me.

Did you follow me?

No, I was just on my way home, and then I was thinking about my mother, and then

I was thinking about running away, and then I just found myself here.

Liar. You came looking for me, but I don't want to talk.

Well, to me.

Because you were just chopping up with Gabrielle two seconds ago. Yeah, yeah.

Until you really interrupted.

I have a bad feeling about this one.

And I don't know if because I'm tired or hungry.

I'm going to bite to eat.

The cafeteria's right there. Oh.

You eat hospital food?

The rice pudding is very nice.

I developed a taste for it when I had my appendix out. Oh, my god. It's

disgusting, you know? We're going to get some drive -thrus, and I can eat and

yell in my car.

Oh, that's a very good idea.