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Careful. Come on, Bert, it's 1K.

You gonna make me get the dolly? I mean it, Tony. Get that thing away from your

head. Those plastic kegs are only rated for 90 PSI.

Did you watch the gauge?

Yeah, I watched... Tony,

get some rags. The bridge is shut down. Jenny, go get your truck. The ambulance

will take too long. Let's get him to the hospital. Let's go.

You're doing good. You're doing good.

I mean, my man, you're going to be all right, I promise. It hurts, word.

It hurts.

I'm going to get you in the back of the truck here.

Careful, careful.

The pressure on that.

Good, good, good, good.

Docs will get you back to that new baby girl in no time, right?

Enough's enough, Hank.

Look, now it is a big brewery. Accidents are going to happen. He's going to be

okay.

Everybody inside, back to work.

Come on.

You know what? Screw you, Hank.

That plastic keg gives a second earlier. Tony's head gets blown off. You give me

a break.

Ever since Jerry died, you have been a broken damn record. It was an accident,

and it's been a year. It was your corner cutting that got Jerry killed. Well, I

already closed the old wing. I just...

I need you to wait till we get through with the no-bro release, please.

I'm not waiting. You make those safety upgrades or I report you to OSHA. Go

ahead.

They shut us down and your precious crew lose their jobs. Well, it's better than

losing their lives.

And you can go to hell, Hank.

This place is going to be the end of me.

Oh, thanks, Joe.

Give me a minute, will you?

Joe? Anybody in here?

Does MPU have a K-9 unit that I'm not aware of?

No, that's Ursula. I'm just dog-sitting for Wayne while she's out of town on a

job. Dog-sitting?

For your girlfriend?

Wow. I always took you for a player. Go figure.

Yeah, I don't know if I should be insulted or flattered.

Maybe both.

Ursula, come. Hey, come here.

Ursula, come. Come, come, come.

Is everything okay?

I'm fine.

Okay. Cool.

No.

I'm not fine.

I broke up with my boyfriend.

Oh.

Shoot.

Sorry that happened.

I better get back to my office.

Jackson's great. And the sex is off.

It's great.

But it was supposed to be a fling, and now I'm confused.

And you know when you just want a piece of toast, but they give you Eggs

Benedict?

I did not order handsome Eggs Benedict.

You ever have one of those days when you really need a hug?

Not so much.

No. But you know what?

Focus on work. It'll take your mind right off it.

All right, ladies, that's enough of the tequila, yeah?

I mean it, Fran.

Cheese.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

What's up with the Golden Girls?

Fran and Maeve, they snuck out of the retirement community last night, partied

till dawn, and we found them this morning at a bus stop.

Listen, they have the time of their lives. That's all that matters.

OK, Jason, could we please do something about the dog?

Is this Busy Persons?

Can somebody help me?

Yeah, you're in the right place. Come around.

How can we help you?

My dad didn't come home from work last night. Brett McNeil. He works in Lembeck

Brewing. Okay, are you sure something didn't... He always comes home.

Always.

There's something wrong.

Okay.

My mom died when I was six.

It's just me and my dad. It's all that I got.

You would never stay out all night.

What was the last time you spoke with him? Uh, yesterday before school.

Sometimes he works late, but this morning he still wasn't back and he

didn't answer his phone.

And you said he works at Lembeck Brewery? Yes, uh, he's the brewmaster.

Is there anywhere your dad may have gone after work? Maybe a local bar?

No.

Dad only drinks to taste his brew.

Marissa, I know this is hard, but is there any chance that your dad had

enemies that you know of?

No. It's like Mr. Popular at work. It's all he ever does, work and take care of

me.

Please find him.

We'll need your dad's social media handles, okay?

He doesn't have any.

He barely knows how to text.

Okay. Well, if your dad isn't good with smartphones, maybe he has a hard copy

calendar. Yeah. Okay, great. Can you go home and check that for us?

Send Mike and Jason to Lembeck.

We're gonna find your dad, okay?

This is like beer mecca.

Mecca? Yeah. That seems blasphemous.

Nirvana? Better. Thanks. Been drinking Lembeck since I was 15 years old. You're

like a wine cooler guy, right? Like Fuzzy Naples, your jam? What, do you

want a cookie because you drank at 15? Welcome to Lembeck Brewery, one of

Philly's oldest and largest breweries. How may I help you?

We're with the NPU.

One of your workers went missing.

Burt McNeil?

Do you know him? Oh my god, yeah.

Missing?

I just saw him before I left yesterday. He and Hank, our CEO, they were going at

it.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

Is Hank around?

Can we speak to him, please?

Come with me.

Mr. Lembeck?

These are cops.

Something happened to Bert.

Really?

I wondered why he didn't show up. This place barely functions without him.

What happened?

Ah, we don't know. I was hoping you could help us.

Your receptionist let us know that you and Bert had a little bit of a heated

chat.

Well, we had an accident in the brewing room yesterday.

We had a discussion after that about ways to shore up safety.

That's what you talked about?

Safety? Yeah, pretty much.

I promised after the release of our new brew that I'd make some equipment

upgrades.

Okay, these are mash tongues, right? Yeah.

These things, they have to be uniform so that the grain mixture can stay evenly

heated, right? Yeah, that's right. I went through a home brewing phase a

little while back. Oh, did you? I did.

What, you grew out a man bun? Started drinking artisanal coffee?

I bet Wayne will love that.

Anyway, there's a dent, and I found something down there, Sergeant.

Okay, go get it. No, you go get it. I found it. You go get it. Well, when is

that the rule?

It's always been the rule. You find a clue, I'll go get it. Okay, so I don't

think there's anything down there. I mean, nothing happened. I actually see

something. That's why I told him to go get it.

We got a hard hat with some blood on it.

All right, let's go down to the station and talk about what else didn't happen.

Let's go.

Hey, Bennett, issue an alert.

Helen's pulling Trace on Bert's hard hat. See what she can ID.

Good. Maybe she'll finally turn off that sad-ass music. Why do you smell like a

frat morning after homecoming? Come on.

I was at the brewery.

I've been to breweries. I don't come home smelling like Homer Simpson.

Anything on the alert?

Ton of hits, no actionable leads, a bunch of concerned neighbors, friends,

but, uh, we got the CEO in interrogation. Okay.

Let him sweat. I'll handle it. Yep. Go get cleaned up. Running a Bill Houston

smelling like that, it won't be pretty.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, Allison.

How can I help you? I saw the missing person alert and I came as fast as I

could.

Did you find Burt McNeil yet? No, not yet. But do you have some information

that might help?

Maybe.

Burt's a friend.

He used to work with my husband Jerry at the brewery before he passed last year.

Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you. Bert's been there for me ever since

Jerry died.

Family and friends pitched in after the accident, but eventually stopped.

Not Bert.

He and Marissa come for Sunday dinner every week. He cuts the lawn, fixes the

sink, all the things that Jerry would have done. Sounds like an incredible

man.

You said that you might have some information.

Bert stopped by yesterday to drop off a book that I had mentioned.

He was acting strange.

Did he give any indication why?

No.

I should have asked. I just... It's okay. Thank you. Josie? Oh, I came as

soon as I heard.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I couldn't find a calendar, but I found these in my dad's desk.

Thank you.

Lieutenant.

Hey.

Hey. Got a unit heads meeting in five. What's up? It turns out that Bert was

very old school and he printed out all of his email correspondence with Hank

Lembeck. Bert threatened to report Lembeck to OSHA for safety violations.

Yes, and enough violations, the brewery goes down. Sounds like motive to me.

Read the last line.

Okay. Unit heads will have to wait.

I'll handle Hank. See if Helen pulled any trace. Gotcha.

Hey, hey.

Did you get anything off the hard hat?

Blood type is a match to Bert's, and there's a lot of it soaked into the

teraline harness.

And then there's this, some kind of organic material.

I'm still trying to figure out what it is.

Are you okay?

I broke up with Jackson.

Hard body?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. You broke up?

Oh, oh, oh, Helen.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

I got too serious and I freaked.

Maybe I just have my mom in my ear, but I have a PhD, Kemi.

What am I doing with a stripper?

What happens when the sex wears off? Okay, oh, come here, Helen. Yeah. Oh,

baby girl.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, oh, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I really needed this.

Back to the microscope?

Yeah. Back to the microscope.

Okay. Okay.

These emails show that Bert was threatening to shut down the brewery if

there was another accident.

Somebody got hurt yesterday.

Keep coming for my business and I will end you.

I was angry when I wrote that.

Were you angry when you hit Bert over the head?

We argued and Burt left.

That's it.

If you want to know who would hurt Burt, talk to the thugs who've been after my

formula.

I don't know. It's a little convenient, Hank.

I like you for it. You point me in another direction.

I'm telling you, it's Dimitri Tertullian.

He runs St.

Anthony's. It's a craft brewery who's been after my new beer formula.

Is that so?

Burt's my brewmaster, okay? He's the only person other than me that knows the

formula. Yeah, I just find it really hard to believe that a guy got kidnapped

over a beer recipe.

Our new formula taste-tested through the roof.

Dimitri knows this.

The guy did five years in Fractville.

We could do this all day.

But I'm telling you, he is behind this.

Where's Jason?

He's running down hospitals.

Ellen said Bert lost a lot of blood.

Oh, this can't wait.

Kimmy? You're going with Mike. I need you to run down an ex-con by the name of

Dimitri Tertullian. I sent you his file, okay?

Hmm. That aggravated assault, armed robbery.

Talk about beer battered, am I right?

Well, let's get this guy in here before he adds murder to his rap sheet. Let's

go. All right.

Damn, baby!

You look good!

You believe in love at first sight?

Or do you need to look again?

Will you do yoga? I do yoga.

Stretchy stretch, baby. Come on.

That's charming.

Philly is the worst when it comes to catcalling.

You know I'm telling the Bronx who said that, right?

Come on, baby. Give me a smile.

Yeah, I'll give you a smile, but you show me what you're working with, baby.

Come on.

Let me see that.

You're nasty.

Well-proportioned calves.

Come on.

Girly, you're looking fine.

You got something for me? Oh, yeah, baby, I do.

Philly PD.

Go, go.

You take the back. I got Dimitri.

And it's still nothing.

I swear, Burt said he'd handle it.

So you know Burt McNeil?

I'm just saying, I didn't steal nothing.

Stealing is the least of your worries. Burt McNeil is missing.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah, it sounds like you're gonna need one. Let's go.

Dimitri, was that Russian?

Greek. And that's the last question I answer without a lawyer.

Okay, no questions.

Let me just run some statements by you.

You own St.

Anthony's, a small craft brewery employing ex-cons.

It sounds noble, but we got some complaints here saying that you like to

strong-arm vendors over shelf placement for your beer.

Ale. We brew ale.

Most people say beer and mean lager.

You know, I'd like Bert's opinion on that, but nobody's seen him since 5 o

'clock yesterday.

How's that work till midnight?

We also got all your employees' rap sheets.

And look what we have here.

We got armed B&E, assault, robbery.

I mean, these are some bad dudes.

St. Anthony's is the patron saint of prisoners.

I give jobs to people that society gave up on. Nobody is their worst day.

It's very poetic, but it sounds like to me that these are the kind of cons who

would kidnap a brewmaster to try to get a secret beer formula.

I ain't your guy.

When my lawyer comes, you'll get my statement.

Do you have a minute?

Sit tight.

Give me some water to help.

Please tell me you got something.

I identify the substance on Bert's hard hat.

It's an alpha acid called humulone, one of the main elements in beer.

Well, he works at a brewery where they make beer. Not just any beer.

Or rather, not just any hops.

The vinellicus chemical compound is derived from hops in the brewing

process, giving beer its bitter taste.

Certain strains of hops are protected by plant patents to guard proprietary

formulations. Okay, whose strain does it belong to?

Cross confirmed with their ale, which I would now drink because today sucks.

But beer gives me a histamine reaction.

Well, um...

Thanks for the ale, the yoop.

Was that a beer pun?

It was.

Kimmy told me about Officer Hardbody.

Thanks, Mike.

Where's my girl at?

There she is.

Look what I got.

See what we got.

Water, barley, yeast, orange peel, and hops.

You know, the funny thing about hop strains is they're patented, which means

they're traceable. And wouldn't you know it, your hops were on Bert's hard hat.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Here's how I see it.

You and your boys broken in Limbeck Brewing.

Bert caught you trying to steal the formula.

Things got physical.

Hank Limbeck stole from us.

That's convenient.

It's true.

But the lawyer said a patent lawsuit takes years. We don't have that kind of

time or money. Folks said Bird's a stand-up guy, so I went to him, man-to

-man, a couple days ago. What happened?

Bird said he'd look into it, find proof Hank stole our formula.

He was supposed to meet me after work.

He never showed.

Excuse me. Ladies, can we get a minute?

Thank you.

So, uh, Dimitri's story checks out. Bert was trying to find proof that you were

stealing that formula.

What'd you do? You knock him in the head because of that?

I mean, we can talk about it here. We can put you in cuffs, take you down to

the station.

It's gonna look great in the employee newsletter.

Come on, guys, just... I found out that Dimitri proved himself a unicorn.

So I paid a zoologist to... Well, first engineer.

I don't care at all who cheated off of whose science homework, okay? I just

want to find Bert. Where's Bert?

Wait, did I hurt Bert?

Come on, guys. I need him for the release of our new group, okay? I have

no idea where he is.

Okay, okay. If you don't know where he is, help us find him. What do you think

happened to him?

Dimitri said Bert was looking for proof that the formula was stolen.

What would he need for that?

If you need a proof, you need things like a grist hydrator moisture settings.

Mashed on heat temps. Bright tank PSI. We don't know what any of that means.

This whole place, it's monitored by an automated system.

How would that help us?

If he had checked any of that, it would have logged his employee codes.

Okay? You can't make a move in here that the system doesn't know about. So can

you use Burt's access code to track him the day he disappeared?

Yeah. It's over here at the control station.

What is the history lesson of beer making?

The last thing I heard access was the copier. Did the copying prove that you

stole Dimitri's formula?

I told you. We never found that.

Looks like there was a copier error.

Let me print the last job on his profile.

It's a lottery ticket.

Why is he printing this off at work?

Some of the employees here are in the lotto pool.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

He's playing sequential numbers. That's dumb.

Yeah, so dumb. Those are the winning numbers for Monday night. Fifty million

dollars.

Fifty? But the office pool won that. Why is somebody trying to hurt him?

I don't know. Maybe because he only made one copy. He should have made copies for

everybody in the pool.

Was he trying to keep the whole prize to himself?

You got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Ten people minus Bert. That's nine people with fifty million dollars worth

of motive.

Looks like the office lottery pool just became the suspect pool.

All right, thank you, everybody, for getting together.

We need to know Burt McNeil. He had a lottery pool. If you were involved in

that pool, please raise your hand.

We got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Plus Burt, that's nine.

We're missing one.

Think that's who grabbed Burt?

I don't know. If your hands are raised, please head over to the break room.

We'll be with you in a second.

Thank you.

Hey, where's the receptionist going?

Maybe she's lost.

Ma'am, the break room.

Oh, she's running.

Hands up. Move, move, move, move, move. Watch out. She went out this door.

Nothing back here. How did we lose her? I don't know, but she just jumped to the

top of the suspect leaderboard.

Yeah, you're such a good boy.

Hey, what's up? Hey, turns out I'm missing person.

He won the lottery before he was grabbed.

Oh, wow.

Okay. The lottery curse.

Come again?

Yeah, no, it's a thing. A lot of winners' lives going south after hitting

it big, you know? Yeah, well, Bird's bad luck might have been a greedy co-worker

from his lottery pool.

See what you can find on the receptionist, Bianca. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What the hell kind of police unit is this?

Uh, let me call you back.

You want to try that again, Mr... Damon Houston, Esquire. My client, Mr.

Tertullian, was coerced in an interview after invoking his right to counsel.

Where's your boss?

She's busy, unfortunately.

Oh, that's a shame.

Guess I'll just have to take this straight to Bill Houston.

Your chief of detectives?

Wait a minute. Damon Houston, are you... Ding, ding, ding.

His son. Well, stepson.

Damon?

My office.

Now. Oh, that's for me.

Nice to meet you.

How dare you disrespect my team? Your team disrespected themselves when they

abused their power.

Oh, relax.

There's no camera crew here.

Your detective questioned my client without counsel present.

Your client hasn't been charged with anything.

Yet.

You notice how every time you get a promotion, you go all bloodthirsty?

It's not a good look, Abby.

What's really bothering you, Damon?

Is it the interview?

Or the divorce?

Well, you know me.

Got plenty of time for both.

But you, on the other hand, you ought to get a handle on this clown car of a

unit.

Excuse me.

Somebody please escort Mr. Houston Esquire out of here. I'm good.

This is a law enforcement unit, not a karaoke bar.

Bianca, what the hell is going on? Bert.

Why are you doing this?

Baby,

I've been trying to call you.

We got a problem.

Cops came back. They know about the lottery ticket.

Please tell me this is going to be okay.

Got you, B.

Locks ticket, brewmaster.

Where's the lotto ticket?

I always knew you were an idiot, Wyatt. I just never knew you were this dumb.

Don't push me, Bert. I swear to God. Just tell us where the ticket is.

We split the money.

Forget this ever happened, okay?

I am just trying to do the right thing here. By claiming the 50 million for

yourself. I wasn't... I'm not... Then why didn't you tell us we won?

We didn't win. Yes, we did. I cleared the printer jam.

I got a photocopy of the winning ticket.

We didn't win.

Jerry did. Jerry's dead.

Listen to me. Jerry always played those stupid sequential numbers, yeah? One,

two, three, four, five, six.

Well, after he died, I kept playing them. I figured if they won, I'd give

the money to Josie.

I paid for Jerry's numbers myself on a separate ticket.

But the clerk messed up and put them all on one.

Wait. You're going to give our money away?

My money?

That money belongs to Jerry's widow.

Oh, no, you don't. The winning numbers are on our ticket, so it's our money.

You weren't even in the pool, Wyatt.

No, but my girl is, and you're gonna do right by her.

So you're just gonna cut Susan out? She just had a baby.

Reggie's, like, 90. He's got nothing to retire on.

You know I've been working two jobs trying to take care of my mom. I need

that money, Bert.

I'm gonna get it for you, baby doll.

You're out of your mind, Wyatt.

Bianca, think it through.

Shut up, Bert!

Record this.

What are you doing?

Lend chest, not checkers.

You mean that kid of his?

Marissa? Yeah, yeah. You said they're super tight. I bet she knows where the

ticket is.

She just needs another wing in business.

Wyatt, don't do something stupid. If you melt me, here's what we'll do.

Good cop, bad cop.

What? I'm not sure what happens if she screws with me.

She's either gonna bring us the ticket, or we'll know she's telling the truth if

she says she ain't got it.

Then what if she ain't got it?

Plan B.

You just gotta trust me.

lottery ticket alone, or your dad dies.

You have to help him.

We will.

Anything on the receptionist? Her phone is off, and she used public

transportation, so there's no car to track.

Bianca did this?

We're not sure, but it's possible.

I don't have the ticket.

I didn't even know that my dad won.

You tell them that?

Don't have the ticket.

Don't know where it is.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

This kid doesn't know where it is.

Plan B, you're up. We're in deep trouble if your stupid plan doesn't work.

It's 50 million bucks, B. The kid trusts you. Get her to meet, you grab her, we

force Bert to give us the ticket. It's called leverage.

It's called his daughter.

As soon as he gives us the ticket, he's gonna go straight to the cops.

We gotta make sure him and his kid aren't around to do that.

You're insane.

We can't kill them.

I can't do that.

Then don't.

Go to jail for kidnapping.

Who's stupid now?

Fifty million dollars will change everything.

Make all our troubles go away, and all our dreams come true.

We just have to do one, one bad thing.

Okay, let's go.

Not that thing.

Please, no.

Voice in the ransom video is Wyatt Jones.

He's a mechanic for the brewery.

Didn't show up for work. He's liked all of Bianca's posts in the last month. Oh,

great. Bonnie and Clyde. Anything on Bert's location?

I'm working on it.

It's obviously outside, but I don't have enough geographical markers to know

where. Outside really narrows it down. Yeah.

Bianca texted.

She's pretending not to be involved. She said she has information about my dad

and wants to meet.

Where? Orchard and Penn.

That's three blocks from the brewery. Which means Bert's probably being held

somewhere in that area.

She said it has to be now. I don't understand. She was always so nice.

Why is she doing this?

Fifty million reasons.

None of them good.

Dragging you into it forces your dad to cooperate.

Yeah, but if Marissa doesn't show up, then Wyatt and Bianca know that there's

a problem.

And what are they going to do to my dad?

Does Bianca have a record?

Couple of moving violations, nothing serious.

Look, Marissa, um... There was another choice, I take it, but... Bianca kind of

has us in a corner.

Do you think you can meet her?

Do what?

You sure?

Anything from my dad.

You're a really good kid.

And Kemi's gonna be right there with you in case anything goes sideways.

Tell him you're on your way.

Stay as close as humanly possible without too big a hand.

Bianca makes a move, you take her down. God, I bless.

Gives me time to find Bert.

How are you going to do that?

I'm going to make a withdrawal from the favor bank.

I'm going to find him.

Just take care of her, okay?

All right.

Kimmy's got your back, okay?

We're going to save your dad.

Delgado.

Gabrielle Bennett.

Ha, trust me, I don't want to be calling.

Look, I need recon satellite to pinpoint where a victim is being held.

Yeah, I've got search radius and reference photos.

I know. One-time deal.

All right, send her what we got.

Marissa, I'm glad you came.

What do you know about my dad?

I'll tell you, but we have to get off the street first.

Bianca, what's going on?

It's okay.

Promise. Come with me. Just tell me here.

I can't.

Come on.

You're hurting me.

Just walk. Please, just walk.

Stop!

I know about the lottery ticket.

Do you have it? Do you have it on you now?

How could you do this to my dad?

Why would you... We won 50 million dollars and he wants to give it all

away. I need that money.

And you're going to get it for me.

So start walking.

One bad thing, 50 million dollars.

Philly PD, hands up.

Why, little bitch?

Put the gun down, or I will stab her.

OK. OK.

OK. It's OK.

All right?

Everything's going to be OK, Marissa, OK?

Bianca, it's over.

All right, you don't want to do something you can't come back from.

You are not going to take this money away from me.

I need it.

I just wanted a better life.

Yeah, there's lots of ways to get a better life. This isn't one of them.

Now you owe me. Yeah, figured.

Jason, Burt McNeil is on the roof of the abandoned wing, a couple hundred yards

from the main brewery.

He doesn't have much time.

Just one bad thing. Fifty million bucks.

One bad thing.

Wyatt, you're making a terrible mistake.

One bad thing.

This part of the brewery shut down a year ago.

Yo, we gotta get to the roof.

We gotta hurry.

Alright, I got you, I got you.

This way.

Right, check right.

Move top. Move top. Come on. Come on.

Yeah, he's armed.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking I want a beer.

Forget about the beer. I'll think of playing.

Keep him distracted for me. I'll go there. You stay here.

And check.

They're making a mistake.

There's no way out of this, Wyatt.

You're wrong, old man.

Who's there? He's got a gun!

Shut up!

You come out here, I'll kill him!

I know you're in there. That's crazy. Help.

Hey, Philly PD.

There's nowhere to go. Put your gun down.

He's the one that was taking the lottery money. My girl put in on that ticket

like everybody else in the pool.

Why it? Why it? Hey, that's not important.

This ain't the way. Yeah, well, I'm already in it. You don't have to be.

Let's talk.

I'm in it now.

Hurry up, Jason.

I'm not kidding, man. Come through that door, you're both dead.

That's not the way this is going to work.

Think about what you're doing. Wyatt, give it up, man. You're going to die.

You really want to throw your life away over some quick cash?

50 million bucks isn't some quick cash. It's a whole new life.

The money's not worth it, Wyatt.

It's a whole new life. Shut up. The money isn't everything.

Yeah, try not having any.

Wyatt, we can work this out. Just stay cool.

I'll kill Bert if you come out here.

I can't help you if you keep shooting at me.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Just put the weapon down and nobody gets hurt.

No, I'm kidding.

Money or he's dead.

I'm going

to stumble. Let's go.

Told you to be cool.

Hey, Jason Grant, I'm with MPU. We're going to take you home, okay?

Thank you. All right?

All right.

What do you want, Damon?

Oh, I got a little heated earlier.

Why don't we discuss the other stuff with my client over dinner?

My treat.

Never gonna happen.

You're making a mistake, Gabby. We're divorced, Damon.

Accept it. I've moved on. You should too.

I can make your life hell.

Don't threaten me.

You should know better.

It's not a threat, Gabby.

It's a warning.

It's Gabrielle.

And from now on, you can call me Lieutenant Bennett.

She's been in good hands.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Marissa, are you okay? Did they hurt you? No, I'm fine.

Detective Kemi hit my back.

You should have seen her.

Thank you for keeping my baby safe.

It was my pleasure.

And a bit of good news.

Hank's stolen beer formula will cease production pending investigation.

So you did right by Demetri whether or not he deserves it. All a man has is his

word. I will give you two a moment.

Right this way.

Thank you.

Bert?

Chelsea. Oh, my God, your face.

Oh, it... Looks worse than it is. I can't believe... I'm so sorry.

Wait,

Dad.

Is it true? Did we actually win the lottery?

No, honey, we didn't.

But, um, see, you brought that book.

Do you mind?

Yes.

I know you just dropped it off yesterday.

I haven't read it yet.

Well, it was Jerry's numbers that won.

Josie.

$50 million belongs to you.

Bird, I... Are you serious?

Yeah.

What am I gonna do with $50 million?

You pay your bills.

And then take that trip to Europe that Jerry was always going on about.

Giving away $50 million.

It's nuts.

You look so sure.

I'm so happy.

Yeah, because he's nuts.

Oh, Ash.

I think it's noble.

Thank you.

Yeah. I'll always be here for you, Josie.

When everything was happening, I was afraid I

wouldn't get to say the things I should have said sooner.

The feelings I have for you.

Oh. Um, Josie, I don't know what to say.

Say you like her back, Dad.

Yeah, say you like her back, Bert.

Ouch.

Um, I do.

I like your back.

I made a mistake.

I'm calling Jackson.

It's a man, girl.

Go get your man, girl.

Stop, you love it.

Oh, love.