All language subtitles for Pretty Hard Cases s01e02 Dealz.eng

- You want to sit here?
You gotta pay the price.

- Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs!

- Detective Kelly Duff,
Drug Squad!

- I think its really weird
that we havent met yet.

- Do you mind if I get back
to arresting this guy?!

- Are you aware that you left

your son alone in the residence
of a known drug dealer?

- Of course not. I left him
with my stepdaughter.

Your daughter was on the scene
and she didnt identify herself

- Its hard to wrangle
an 18-year-old.

- I have a 17-year-old son so...

- Elliot! Would you like me
to bring down the capital G?

- Your gun?
- No! Oh, my gosh, no! I mean grounded!

- You left a 9-year-old boy
alone in Rafis house with a gun.

Are you saying
that we should cut her a deal?

- You know, if she cooperated
and helped us find Rafi.

- Rick! What are
you doing with Rafi? - Rafi works for me.

- Rick was bringing in
goddamn drugs, and we were getting a cut.

Otherwise, my company
would be tits up by now!

- Hands on your head!
Someones gonna take

Ricks place.
- These people, theyre scary.

- Oh no, baby. The scariest bear
in the woods is the mama bear.

(Duff clearing her throat)
- (Duff): Testing, testing.

(indistinct chatter)

Donut holes in the house!

Three-pointer coming
at you, boo! Youre driving.

- Hey! Maybe dont throw
things at me, OK?

Cause I dont like it,
I never played ball,

and I hate Frisbee.
- Dang! Your childhood

must have been bleak.
- It was.

- Oh, heres the captain
of the green team!

Smile for the camera.
Hey, tell me something, Jimmy;

why do you boys even need guns?

People dont care
about weed anymore.

- People still care about weed.
- Haha! Joking, joking!

Sorensen, get your ass
back to Guns and Gangs.

- Im going! Im going!

- Oh, my God!
You look ridiculous.

- I look ridiculous? Have you
seen yourself in the mirror?

- Hey, listen,
I got coffee on my pants;

you in the other hand are
dressed in a fast-food uniform.

The job suits you by the way.
- Policing undercover, it does.

Bank tellering suits you
very well, Granny Panties.

- Teller, its not a word.
- Well, you know what is a word?

Cocaine. And heres
another word: Burger Bucket.

- Thats two words.
- You know what? Let me string

those two thoughts together
for you. Someone is trafficking

cocaine out of a Burger Bucket
next to a high school,

so Im going deep.
- OK, in my world,

undercover is just
a fancy word for dress-up. - Yeah, well, in my world,

only little girls wear flowers
on their underpants.

- Well, is it granny panties
or little girl panties?

Why dont you make up
your mind, Duff?

- I dont know,
how about an overall

people-who-arent-getting-any
kind of panties?

Hoohoo!
Hahaha! Yes!

I gotta show the guys this
and see what kind of insults

they come up with. Haha!

Got it on camera. Now, I gotta
be honest, you look like a fool.

- ♪ Nothin for nothin
leaves nothin ♪

♪ You gotta have something
if you wanna ♪

♪ Be with me ♪

♪ Yeah, nothin from nothin ♪

♪ Leaves nothin ♪
- What do you want me to do, T?

Hmm?
- I dont know,

but thanks to you, Jackies
all tangled up with the police.

- Is she gonna have a record?

- You better hope not.

And Sol pulled
a gun on a cop.

- See. Now, you can wash
your hands of me

because who knows when the hell
Ill get out of here.

- Ill just go back
to scrambling to keep

my dads company afloat.
Kids will never have anything.

No money for college, nothing.

(sighing)

Have the Bowens
taken over your route?

Theyre still
gonna cut me in?

- Buffalo wont work
with those guys.

The Bowens are flexing way too
much, plus theyre hard-headed.

Thats why I import,
and they distribute.

- How about I keep it
running for you?

(chuckling)
Just tell the guys in Buffalo

its status quo.

Hey, I got the cube trucks.

I can bring it across myself.

Better for Buffalo if Im taking
the border risk, right?

You set this up for me,

Ill cut you in.

- You want in the game?

Same old Tig, always wanting
what somebody else ordered.

- No, Rick. I just want a roof
over our sons head.

And I dont see anyone else
in your visitor log, alright?

Right now, Im all you got.

- Covert units gonna ask you
a few questions,

and then youll be officially
carded as an informant.

(cell phone ringing)
Oh! Just a second.

Uh...

Hey, Elli, whats up?
Your birthday is not

for another six months;
I am not giving you $500.

Well, if he is so great,
then why is he selling

his clothes out
of a parking lot? I am working,

goodbye.
(indistinct chatter)

- Is that your son?
- Hi. Im Detective--

- Detective Braith
from Covert Unit.

Shes gonna be conducting
your interview.

- Nice to meet you. Its pretty
painless. Just a few questions--

- What your involvement is,
all that good stuff.

- I dont know anything.
- Really? Because your boyfriend

is Rafi Bowen
from the Stockwood Crew,

and he is brother
to Randy and Steph Bowen,

and your stepdad is
their back end, so you know

a few people,
I am sure. OK.

- I dont know anything else

about the Stockwoods. I gave
you guys everything that I had.

Youre so convinced
that the only people

who are committing crimes
are from my neighbourhood,

but criminals are
all over the place.

- OK, you know what?
Ill take whatever you got.

You know, doesnt have to be
the Stockwood Crew.

- OK. I was at a party
in Rosedale the other day,

and some random girl
shot up the pool house.

But that has nothing
to do with the Stockwoods.

- Sounds like a good tip.
- Oh yeah, OK. You know what?

Im happy to look
into this random chick.

- Its Brandy Lynch.
She lives in Summerhill.

- OK, great. I am on it
unless, of course,

Detective Braith, if you--
- Not even a little bit.

- So--
- No.

- OK, so...

- Hey, Detective Nathan Green!

Hows Drug Squad treating you?
- Uh, its alright. Im good.

- Are you sure? You dont
need that to keep awake?

- Ha ha.
- Cause you know, its so zzz!

Hahaha! Im joking.
- I know.

- Im just having a joke!
Youre great at your job!

OK, Im just getting
a cof... OK.

- Detective Wazowski!
Tiggy Sullivan.

We met last week.
- Oh yeah, I remember you. Hi.

- Yeah. Im just here
waiting for Jackie.

Do you know how long you guys
are gonna be, like,

talking to her for or...?

- I dont know, just like...
as long as it takes.

- I get it.
I-I would just...

Id hate for it to get out
that shes helping the cops

take down the Bowens,
you know?

I mean, Im assuming
thats who youre going after.

Which is... good.

Teenagers, am I right?
- Yeah...

- You have a son?
- Yeah.

- Does he get
into trouble a lot or...?

- Listen, you just have
a great day, OK?

- OK. Nice seeing you.
- Bye!

- woman: [You made me
get rid of the cat; I dont even believe in allergies!]

- What?
- [OMG. "You know, duvets,]

[Im allergic."]
The burger face side down...

- [No flowers, no kittens
or peanuts or joy]

[or happiness. Thats why
were divorcing!] Now remember,

its one sheet per burger.
No more, alright?

These things cost money.
- Saving money,

thats the name of the game
here at Burger Bucket.

- Kelly, meet Chester.
- Hey.

Call me Kickstart.
- Kickstart, huh?

Thats a fun name.
- Yeah, I keep

telling him hes not gonna
climb the corporate ladder

with a name like that. But you,
you might have a chance.

Im thinking you might
be connected.

Boss usually lets me
do the hiring.

Anyway... Chester,
you are in charge.

Show Kelly here the ropes, OK?

Im off
to my physio appointment.

I have
a repetitive stress injury.

Carpal tunnel. Ah.

Alright, Ill be back
in an hour, OK?

Im leaving my keys.
♪

- All righty! Lets talk
deep fryer, shall we?

Ever work one of these babies?

- No.

(buzzing and beeping)

- Brandy Lynch.

Brandy, Brandy...
You know what?

My grandmother now,
she had a dog named Brandy.

It was a nasty thing.
It was smelly.

It got muddy paws on you.
It even ate its own poo.

But even that Brandy would never
endanger innocent lives.

Oh, OK.

Really? Its all on social.
The whole things recorded.

- I was protecting myself.

- Oh, right! By brandishing
a loaded weapon

and just shooting it
into a pool house.

Thats protecting yourself?
- But it is if youve met Andy.

- Andys your boyfriend?
- One of them.

- Im sorry...
(chuckling)

...but from where Im standing,
getting a boyfriend is

a challenge, but, oh, what,
youve managed to get several?

- Im part of a "throuple."
Yeah. OK, its me,

Andy and Brad.
I tried to end it,

and Andy started stalking me.
- So you bought yourself a gun?

- I... borrowed it
to scare him off.

- What type of gun is it?
Where is it now?

- Its a Smith & Wesson.
I dumped it in the lake.

I got spooked.
- Who loaned it to you?

- A friend of a friend.
- Is she part of the throuple?

- A "throuple" is three, so no.

- Where did she get the gun?!

- I think maybe she mentioned
a dollar store

in the West End.
I really cant remember.

- Thats totally fine. Guess
what were gonna do. Were gonna pull all the security footage

from every dollar store west of
Dufferin. You and, were gonna

get together, sit down, were
gonna watch all that footage.

Should only take
about... two months.

- What? OK, I have a job.

- Its fine. Well just call
your boss and tell them

its about an investigation
into a gun that you fired off.

Whats her number?
Or is it a he?

- OK, I got it
from my friend Tabitha.

- Mm-hmm.
- Shes actually in Barcelona

right now, and I dont know
when shes gonna be back.

She bought it
from... the man in charge

at Dealz Dealz Dealz. With a z.

- So thats like
Dealz Dealz Dealz?

Thats a "throuple" of dealz.

♪

♪

Sorry. Ahem! Sorry.

(indistinct song playing
on the PA system)

- Hi there.

Im Wayne. Anything I can
assist you with?

Wearables? Sundries?
Electronics?

- Hi, Wayne. Im Bianca.

- OK. Uh...

Well, if you need anything,
Im the man in charge.

- Well, OK.

I was just wondering
if you could... hook me up.

- With who?
- Oh no. I mean, Im looking

for what one may call
a fire stick.

- Oh! So electronics?

- No, no. Its more
like a... a heater.

- Aaah...

(both chuckling)
OK.

Yeah, we dont sell heaters.
We do have fans, though.

We also have special prices
on flip phones

for law enforcement
if... thats of interest.

- Oh, well, that doesnt...
Im a teacher.

So thats what I do. Its not...
So... It doesnt work.

Have a great day. Bye.
- OK.

- woman: [And none of my friends
like you.]

[They say youre too nice.
And that just gives me]

[a guilt complex.
Guilt is not]

[a good feeling, Naz.]
- Angie, honey, I gotta go.

I love you. OK?
- [But we havent even--]

- Welcome to Burger Bucket.
How can I help you?

- Hey, yo, Kickstart! Whats up?
- Yo! Kelly,

break time.
- Oh, I dont really need

a break right now.
Its been slow all day. I just--

- No, its policy,
you gotta take a break.

Look, Ill even let you take
a good half hour instead of 15.

Deb doesnt need to know.

♪
How does that sound?

- Sounds like Im missing
the party.

Hahaha! Im joking.
Im joking.

30-minute break sounds great!
- Cool.

- Yeah.
- Tommy! Cash.

♪
- Oh, oh.

Yeah, just...

See you.

♪

(distant siren blaring)

- Mm-hmm. Come on.

Im telling you guys;
this stuffs half-price,

you cant get it cheaper.
Its good stuff.

- Whats in the bag?
- What? Uh...

Look, they just...
they throw them out anyway,

alright? Its a waste,
bad for the planet.

Look, Im trying to get my
grandmother a new set of teeth.

A few extra bucks on the side.
Please, please dont tell Deb.

- Are they fresh?
You cant be selling

nasty old burgers gone bad.
- Theyre not bad, theyre not bad.

Just a little stale.

- Then I got nothing to say.

(door closing)

Thank you. Yep.

Have a good day. Hi.

- Hey. I need
your help with something.

- Youre gonna have to order
something; otherwise, I cant help you.

- OK. Ill have fries.
- One large fry!

- Can I actually have
a small fry? It doesnt matter.

How much longer youre gonna be?
- Its hard to say.

This is slow moving.
- Let me help you out with it.

Detective Wazowski!

How are you?
- Im...

Um, what?
- "Thomas"?

You see anything weird
going on here lately?

Hmm?
- Uh...

No. Its been
pretty normal.

- What the hell are the cops
doing here talking to Thomas?

- OK. Ill see you
later, Thomas.

- OK, everybody,
back to work.

Im dumping it now.
OK, so there was just a cop

in here waving her badge around.

- Police! Hands in the air.

Im Detective Kelly Duff,
and youre under arrest

No, stop that! Dont do that!
No! Stop! Stop! Stop!

No, stop! Naz! Naz!

Call the ambulance, this idiots
gonna need a doctor!

♪

Why do you put the ketchup
on the side instead of on the fries?

- Just cause I dip,
thats how I do it.

- Um, you do that
at fancy restaurants too?

- Well, I dont think I would
be eating ketchup at a fancy restaurant.

- OK, Lady Di.
Alright, so whats this about?

- Hmm... Schenks wants to talk
to us about a case that Im working on.

I confiscated a gun from
one Brandy Lynch who used it

to scare off her stalker
boyfriend earlier this week.

The gun was purchased at a place
called Dealz Dealz Dealz.

- Why are you saying
deals like that?

- Cause it ends with a z.
Its like dealz times three.

Its owned by Ed OFarrell
whos turning 80.

And two years ago, he hired
one Wayne Revenzo. - Ah, let me guess.

Wayne has a rap sheet.
- Mm-hmm. A "throuple" of frauds

and one theft by conversion.
- OK, so?

- Well, OK. I went in there,
I was trying

to seize him up, and then--
- You reeked cop.

- Yes, which is why
I need you to go in there

reeking like anything else,
which I feel really wont be

that hard for you.
So please...

- OK. Let me
call you back.

Tell me this Wayne guy
doesnt have

a police officer in his family.
- Not that Im aware of. Why?

- The bullet that Brandy shot
into the pool house, turns out

it is a match for a test bullet
that was used in a crime

two years ago.
- Im sorry, Im confused.

- The gun was confiscated
by the Islington Police

who sent it off to be destroyed,
but somehow it made

its way back out
and onto the streets.

So now I am worried that we are
dealing with a dirty cop

who is stealing confiscated guns
and selling them.

Duff, get in there and confirm
Wayne Revenzo is selling guns. - Yeah, absolutely.

- And then well shake him down
for his back end. Really?

We need to tie this up fast.
And keep it to yourselves.

Now, here is everything

that I collected on Tabitha
Parnell. Shes your way in.

And, thank black baby Jesus,
she is indeed in Barcelona.

Kevins sick.
I need to get home

and see whats up!

Keep me posted.
Oh, Kevin, my baby.

- Isnt she a lesbian?
- Yeah.

- Whos Kevin?
- I dont know.

- You know what?
This makes me really sick:

Wayne Revenzo
selling guns

under OFarrells
old blind nose.

- Noses arent blind,
though mouths can smell.

- Mouths cant smell.
They can taste.

- You ever sniff
your own breath?

- Do you have like...
like any breath mints

or gum or anything?

- Sorry, no.

- (Duff): OK, kids,
Im going in.

(electronic door chime)

How you doing?
- Hi there.

Im Wayne.
Anything I can help you with?

Wearables? Sundries?

Electronics?
- Yeah, maybe.

(electronic door chime)
- (man): Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Not too fast. Dad, youre OK?
- Yeah, terrific.

- If you get dizzy again,
give me a call. It could be

your, uh... your blood sugar
or something, right?

- Not dizzy!

Jesus, youre dizzy.
Just let me do my work, please.

- (man): Hey, Wayne.
Keep an eye on him, OK?

- Yeah, I got him.

- Sayonara, you useless tit.

Wheres my, uh...? Oh.

- Why is she not following
Wayne? I said Wayne is the target.

- How are you doing?
- Hey, fine. How are you?

- Good. I think
you know my friend Tabitha.

- Tabitha?

- I told her I had something to
trade, and she told me to come here

and talk to the man in charge.
- Hey!

You need help,
you talk to me.

Eds the owner,
but Im the man in charge.

(Ed grunting amusedly)
- Right.

Whatever.

(electronic door chime)

- We need a plan B.

We need a plan B!

Plus, I need
a piece of that gum.

- (Nazir): Relax.
She got this. Its

why they call her the Nicholson.
- What?

- Jack Nicholson.
Come on, the guy is a genius.

- Hardly.
- Yeah!

- No, come on. He has a lot of
charisma, a lot of like gaaah,

but, you know, he plays
the same character all the time.

Plus, why isnt she
the "Viola Davis"

or the "Meryl Streep"?
Now, if you told me

this is the Meryl Streep,
I would feel way more confident.

- Because she likes
the Nicholson.

Havent you noticed
when she says goes?

- I know. Ive been feeling,
like, really bad for you.

Having to work with her
all the time, you must feel

like really downtrodden,
really useless.

- Its not how I would
describe it,

but thank you.
- Youre welcome.

I need your popcorn.
- Thats...

- Shes just leaning
on the wall. Shes just leaning on the wall

like a... Oh!
- Could you just let her

do what she does?
Is there any particular reason

why you wont do business
with my employee?

- Tabitha told me to come here,

speak to the man in charge.
- Tabitha?

- Yeah. That guy may think
thats him,

but Ive been around
long enough to know

that man is trying way too hard
to be in charge of anything.

- Oh, hes young,
give him a break.

He is a good kid,
hes got a heart of gold,

which is more than I can say
about my own son.

So you know Tabitha?
- Yep.

- Well. How is it
you know Tabitha?

Are you friends
with her husband?

Whats the story there?

- Husband? Nah.

She dated my sister.

So we keep in touch.
- Oh, you keep in touch, huh?

- Yeah. Wishing I was
stretched out

on Playa de Bogatell
with her right now.

Thats right.
Lucky little girl.

Uh-huh.

- What can I do for you?

- 9 millimetres, some .50 cal.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

OK, close it up.

Whats your name, dear?
- Kelly.

- Why dont you follow me.

- (Nazir): There you go.
What did I tell you? Huh?

Its why we call her
the Nicholson.

- So, Kelly...

...what do you want?

I need a 96 Beretta.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- OK. Pat her down.
- Bag. Hands up. Im gonna

pat you down real quick.
Thank you.

Whats a nice lady
like yourself

need a semi for, huh?

- Who said I was nice?

OK.

I need it to scare
my man, alright?

He wont leave. Ive been
with him for 10 years.

- I was with my wife
for 50 years.

- Yeah, but I bet
your wife was nice.

- No. Fiona was a right bitch.

- Did Fiona put a 96 Beretta

on you when she wanted beer
from the fridge?

- No. She wasnt that bad.
- Well, when I needed money

for groceries,
a 96 Beretta in my face.

Home late?
A 96 Beretta in my face.

I tried to go to the cops,
but theyre useless.

- Yeah. Aint that the truth.

- Yeah, Wayne, he dont like
cops much. Do you, Wayne? - I dont.

- Well, this is
what you do.

Were gonna hold your ammo
as a deposit.

Near 5 oclock, show up
at this backdoor back here

with an extra grand
in your pocket for me,

and then we can do this.

OK?
- Can I trust this guy?

- Yeah, you can. I trust him

more than my own son.
As a matter of fact, when I die,

Im gonna leave him the store.
Isnt that right, Wayne?

- Ill call it
Waynes Dollarama.

- OK, thank you.
- No. Thank you.

(satisfied sigh)

- Im the goddamn Nicholson.
(chuckling)

- I need to figure out
how close the cops are

to busting the Bowens.
They say anything to you?

- No, they just asked me
what I knew.

That Wazowski ones got
a son she cant control

around your age.
Names Elliot, look him up.

Maybe you make friends. Maybe
she talks to him. Who knows?

- What the? I cant just
randomly make friends

with somebody, Mom.

Unless you cough up some cash.

OK, come on, Mom,
lets get real here.

Hes into clothing, right?
Like fashion, hmm?

You want me to link up
with this guy or not?

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct police radio)

- Detective Tara Swallows,
Homicide. Who found the body?

- Thatd be me.

- Chase, you wanna grab
the bio packages?

You were looking to buy drugs?
- Guns.

He wasnt selling drugs.

Kelly Duff.
Weve met before.

(mouthing)

No? OK.
- Detective Tara Swallows.

This is Detective
Dustin Chase, Homicide.

- Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs. Weve also

met before.
- Detective Ty Nazir.

We too have met before.
(mouthing)

- OK. Um, Kelly was helping us
out on a covert UC operation

when she found the body.
- Was he dead

when you got here?
Did you call an ambulance?

- Were gonna have to ask you
to head back to the OCE,

wait for us there. And were
going to need to seize your gun.

- Excuse me?
- Curious to know

how your investigation may have
led to this guys death.

- I didnt have one on me.
I went undercover to buy--

- Happy to cooperate
however we can.

- Sounds like a random B&E.
- I dont know, might not be--

- Well get your statement
later. Now, were gonna have to ask you to vacate the scene.

- Until we know
whos providing these guns,

we might want to say
as little as possible

about what were doing.
- Swallows and Chase,

its a cheap-ass porno
if I ever heard it.

(distant siren blaring)

(chuckling)

(snorting)
Hmm...

You dont got
much of a life, huh?

You just sit
around here all night?

- I dont see you
going anywhere.

Plus, my son probably has
friends over, and they just really ignore me.

- Oh. Just like
high school, huh?

- Yeah. No.
- Oh!

Good. Look,

I was on my way
to the emergency vet with Kevin

when I get a call from Homicide
saying that theyve taken over the Dealz case,

B&E gone wrong. Tell me
this isnt a dirty cop.

- Oh. We dont know what it is,
but its definitely not a B&E

because there was
no sign of forced entry. And if it was a B&E,

its probably because
Ed OFarrell is a gun dealer.

- A gun dealer who
was apparently killed by a .40-calibre bullet.

- Oh, Christ!
Its standard police round.

- But its also the same bullet
used in a 96 Beretta,

so... I live in hope.

- OK, Ill get Ballistics
to call when they hear.

- Yeah. And well pull in
Wayne Revenzo tomorrow.

Maybe he got tired of waiting
to inherit the store

and decided to
speed up the process.

- No! Leave it. Officially,
Homicide takes precedence,

so stay low, stay quiet
and stay out of their way.

I gotta get Kevin to the vet.
You two, go home!

Come here, Bibi. Come here.
Lets go

take care of you.
Your tummy doesnt

feel good.
(door closing)

- (Swallows): Im glad to tell
you that your fathers death was

quick, though admittedly brutal.
- Any idea

who did this?
- Were still investigating,

Mr. OFarrell, but it appears
to be a robbery

gone wrong.
- Hi.

- Do the robbery ever go right?
- It can go a lot "righter" than it did today.

- Its actually "more right."
I mean, its still an awkward thing to say, but...

- My dad owns a dollar store
for Gods sake!

- We need to ask him
of his dads side business.

- What is his side business?
- We cant say, its part

of our covert operation,
but we will need

a few minutes alone
with Mr. OFarrell.

- (Swallows): I need your help.
- (OFarrell): Yeah. Ill do whatever you need.

- Are you gonna relay
that information or...?

- No.

- (OFarrell): Uh, someone stole

a recycling bin, so...
(knocking on glass)

- Sorry, where were we?

- Youre too soft.

Watch me chase this.

- (Swallows): This is a matter--
(knocking)

- Excuse me. Need a few minutes
to interview Mr. OFarrell.

In private.
- Im Detective Tara Swallows.

Im in the middle
of a homicide investigation.

- Yeah, I know that. Weve met.

I just need a few minutes--
- I dont care what you need.

I need you to leave, I need you
to respect my investigation,

and I need you to turn around
and leave my interview.

- Yeah, I respect.
I just need a few minutes-- - Yeah. "I just, I just..."

- Oh!
- Do I need to have

a firm chat
with Inspector Schenks?

- No, no.
- No? No.

- No.
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

I didnt think so.
I didnt think so.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Why dont you just--

- Can I just
ask him one question? - Absolutely not. Not even one.

Out.

(buzzing and beeping)

Now where we were?

(beeping)
So this recycling bin,

what dimensions are we talking?

(Kelly sighing)
- Oh, it must have been

like really hard
to swallow.

(school bell ringing)

- Yo! Elliot!

Come play, man.
Shes not gonna show.

- She is. I need
the money, yo.

- You should just
mail her that crap.

- Its not crap.
- I hope not.

- Hey. Are you J?
- Yeah.

Alright.
So this is

Highland Collegiate, eh?
- Yes, maam.

- Where all the pretty girls go.

- Well, not all of em.

Here.

- OK. Alright.

Alright, alright.
Two bills.

- No, 250. I waited
in line all day.

- Oh, OK, so you like
wasting time then?

- Yeah. So you dont have to.

Sweet.

- Who designed that?
- Its... its nothing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Cool. Well...

Now its something.
(Elliot chuckling)

(siren blaring)

(buzzing and beeping)

- You?!

Youre a cop?!
- Surprise.

The same one you made
a deal with for a 96 Beretta,

and I got it all on tape.

- Fine. What? You... you...
youre gonna charge me?

- Depends. What can
you tell me about Ed?

- What about him?
- Hes dead.

- No, hes not.
- Yes, he is.

- I just saw him yesterday.
You were with me,

what are you talking about?
- Yeah, well, we found his body

in your shop at 5 p.m.
after you closed up

and conveniently took off!

- Hes dead?
- Hes dead.

- Oh, my God.

Youre lying.

Oh, my God! Oh!
- OK, OK. Alright, alright.

- Oh, my God!
(crying)

- Alright, Mr. Revenzo,
Im sorry to have to do this,

but, um... I need
to test your hand

for gunshot residue.

(sobbing)
It wasnt Wayne.

GSRs clear,
and he has an alibi.

- Schenks got the ballistic
report back from Eds murder.

The bullet wasnt
from a police gun;

it was from a 96 Beretta that
was used in a drive-by in 2016,

confiscated by the cops.
Supposedly destroyed last year.

OK, so what are you looking for?
- Just seeing

where the guns get destroyed
once theyve left the police.

- Oh, its Empire Steel
on Hamilton.

- Thats a new contract.
Six months ago,

it was Eastern Steel and year
before that, it was King City.

- Oh, my God!
OK, pull up...

pull up your bodycam footage.
Do it. From yesterday.

The stuff from Dealz.
Its the stuff from Dealz!

The stuff from Dealz! Go into
network. Go into network.

- Were networked.
- Press enter. Press enter.

Go to... Im just gonna do it.
- Go right ahead. Yeah, OK.

Thank you.
Wayne, keep an eye on him, OK?

Yeah, I got him.

Sayonara, you useless tit.

- Paul OFarrell:
sad eyes, sweet face,

you know, really not
unpleasant looking.

- Jesus, woman,
how desperate are you?

- Luckily for you I am very
desperate cause I "zazzed" him

that pretty good look.
Look at his jacket.

- Ohhh...

Ahhh...

So your boyfriend here
works for the same steel company

where the police sent
the confiscated weapons

for meltdown.
- It wasnt a dirty cop.

Ed was getting the guns
from his son.

OK, wait. You dont think
that Paul killed his own dad?

- I dont know.

But youre gonna find out.
Well cut Wayne a deal,

have him call Paul,
tell him that the Beretta buyer

still wants to finish the deal.
Youre gonna go in,

buy the gun from him, and maybe
well find our murder weapon.

- Oh no. Im not going
undercover. No, absolutely not.

Thats not my--
- Ive been compromised, dummy.

Paul saw me in the interview
room. He knows Im a cop.

- Yeah, but youre the Streep.
You look really good.

Youre the Streep.
Im not the Streep.

- No. Im the Nicholson.

You know, youre more
like the Pamela Anderson.

But even Pamela can get
the job done in a pinch.

Tits up.
(Kelly grunting)

Thisll be good.

- Testing, testing, testing.

Oh, hi. Yeah, Im Bianca.
What? No, Im just...

Oh, Im Bianca. What?
No, Im... Its no big...

My name is Bianca.
- Wow.

- Im... Its...

Im Bianca;
how... how does it sound?

- Fake as hell.
- Oh, yeah, yeah?

- Look, Ima say this
one time, OK?

If you dont believe whats
coming out your own mouth,

no one else is going to either.
Alright, just be yourself.

Lean in to whats real.
- Oh yeah.

Like Len and the Beretta
were real.

- Yeah, actually, they were.

- You had a boyfriend
point a gun in your face?

(sighing)

- Lets just say there was
enough truth in my story

that the lie was bulletproof.

OK?
- OK.

- Heres the money.
Lets go.

OK, hes not here.
Hes late.

- I cannot wait to turn you
over to Homicide because they are gonna shred you.

- I told him what you wanted.
He said that she was supposed to pick it up yesterday.

And I cant control
what he does. He said he was...

- Hi. Im Samantha.
You must be Paul.

- Paul, uh,
I told you about

Samantha. Um, Ill let
you guys go ahead

and talk it out. You two, talk.

- Hi.
- Yeah, if you dont mind,

Im just trying to gather
my fathers effects.

- Yeah.
♪

Listen...
Listen, Im really sorry

for your loss. I only met
your dad the other day,

but he seems like a real...
like a force.

"Force."
- Yeah, so,

well, your dad promised
that hed help me out,

and I guess thats why Im here
with the money.

Hey. Wayne said
that youd be cool.

- Youre too thirsty, Waz.
Youre too thirsty. Ease up.

- I am offering you a decent
price for this particular item,

and if youre not willing
to make me a deal,

then youre
a useless tit.

I should be dealing
with Wayne after all! - What the hell did you call me?

- Oh, snap.
Nice pull-up, Waz.

(grunting)

- I called you
a useless tit.

And youre clearly not
the brains of this operation,

which is obviously why
Waynes taken over.

- You have no idea
who does what around here.

- Yeah? And what do you do

except impale
potential customers on what?

A bunch of kitten toys?
Why dont you get off me?!

- What do you want exactly?
- A 96 Beretta like your dad promised me!

- I dont have one!
- Yeah? Well,

thats the only one
I know how to shoot

because thats the one
my husband had

and thats the one I learned on.

And now my husbands gone,
so is the gun and so is my son.

And Im alone and I hate it.

Like, I really, really hate it.
But that is life,

right?

You work like a dog
to provide everything

for your family,
and then what?

Because who says that that
family is gonna stick around.

Because husbands leave
and kids grow up, and then what?

Youre left without hobbies
or friends or interests

except in the family
that just left and the job

that youre eventually
gonna retire from.

No, I dont want to be alone,
but if I have to be,

well, I need a gun
for protection,

and I need a gun
that I am familiar with.

- Everything I have
is in my car.

(Nazir exhaling)

- Lets go.

- Got the money?

- Here. You can count
if you like.

- Somethings off here.

How did you know that I wasnt
getting the store from my dad?

- What?

- Yeah. And inside, remember,
you said you knew

that Wayne was taking over.
How did you know?

- Your dad told me.

- Really?

Huh!
(cocking the gun)

In a business meeting
about guns,

my son-of-a-bitch father
told you that he was giving

the store to Wayne? Cause
he only told me yesterday.

- Hey, I get it. I mean,
if my dad was giving away

my inheritance to some loser,
I would be like way pissed.

- Youre wired? Trying to get
a confession or something?

- Nah. I think Im just gonna
leave that to Homicide.

Because you see, Paul,
you might have one gun on me,but there are two on you. - What?

- I said, "You might have
one gun on me, but two on you!"

- (Duff): Police!
(grunting)

- UGH! AAARGH!

- Stay down.
- Paul OFarrell,

you are under arrest
for selling illegal weapons.

I am pretty sure
this is the same gun

that you used to kill
your father with.

Were just gonna let ballistics
be the judge of that!

- I got him.
Come on!

- OK, OK.
The Streep, not bad.

- I dont know. I think Im more
like the Daniel Day Lewis

where like, I know,
like the Daniel Double D Lewis!

- No.
- WOOO!

- OK, OK.
- Did you see that?!

- I saw it, it was good,
but this moment,

this moment...
- Yeah!

- Calm down. Just calm down.
- Undercover!

Deep breath. Deep breath.
Yep.

- Undercover! WOOHOO!

- Yeah.

(dog barking)

(cell phone ringing)

- Hello?

- man: [This is the Lakeshore
Detention Centre.]

[Do you accept the charges?]

- Yes, Ill accept
the damn charges.

- [Youre connected.
- What did they say?]

- Youre in.

[Messianos intrigued.]

[He says he likes
working with women.]

Buffalo is gonna give you a try,
but youve got to keep the status quo.

[You just need to keep
the same distributors. You talked to the Bones yet?]

- [No, but I will.
Dont worry.]

Seriously, thank you.

- Hey, Tig,

these Buffalo dudes,
they, um...

(buzzing)

Just... just dont
thank me yet, alright?

(sighing)

(knocking on door)
- ♪ I dont wanna ♪

♪ Listen too closely ♪

♪ To a single word you told me ♪

♪ Every time you approach me ♪
- Hmm...

What are you doing here?

- Well, its not Friday,
yet you texted.

- Ah...

Must have been
a moment of weakness, I guess.

- Which is why I ran over.

- Alright. Youre a Friday-night
thing, Nathan, dont get any...

- OK, but its Thursday.

Whats up?

(exhaling)
- I dont know. I dont know.

- ♪ Im so afraid of intimacy ♪

- I need to shake
some things off.

Hold up. Im gonna keep my shoes
on cause its my house,

its my rules. Youre just gonna
take my shoes off

in my house?
- Yeah, OK, but its hard

for me to love up your feet
with these things on.

- Well, nobody asked you
to love up my feet.

They probably stink.
(Nathan sniffing)

- Nah. Smell good to me.

- Come on now,
why are you lying?

- Babe, Im not lying.

I said they smell good...
(sniffing)

...to me.
- ♪ All real enough to know ♪

♪ That you wont understand me ♪
(Duff chuckling)

(Duff sighing contentedly)

Oh.
- How is that?

- Oh, my God!
I feel so good.

- ♪ Cause Im dead set,
dont trust in me ♪

♪ Honesty is better
when its practised ♪

♪ Cause no love
is perfect for me ♪

♪ Dont stress your confidence
in subtleties ♪

♪ Cause no better half
can satisfy ♪ - Hey.

- Hey.
- I thought you were in bed.

- Nah, I was
just working late.

Went undercover,
and I got a guy for murder.

You know, I dont think thats
too bad for a nerdy old lady.

Bet you wish I was
like a cool mom,

one of those hippie
artist types.

- Nah, you would be
a terrible artist.

- Yeah, but all you kids,
you hate cops.

I mean, its still badass.

At least, youre one
of the good ones, right?

- Yeah.

- Night, Mom.
- Night.

♪

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Is your mom gonna come in?
- Nah. Nah, were good.

- Good.
- Shes gonna be asleep

in like five minutes.
- Good.

Cause I wanna know
everything about you.

(Elliot chuckling)

(theme music)

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