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- 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)

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