All language subtitles for pretty_hard_cases_s2e02

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.