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- Hey.

- Listen, SIU reach out to you yet?
- Yeah.

What's that statement going to say?

Keegan, I wasn't there when it started.

But if you had walked
in 10 seconds earlier,

you would've seen that he
was coming at me, right?

Are you asking me to say that?

- I want to get into business with you.
- Take my brother out.

If you've got the stones
for that, we'll talk.

Put the gun down, now!

Steph just got pitched.

I pretty much run
Stockwood now, don't I?

Gonna be my muscle or what?

Who else is down there with her?

Oh, it's going to be another
cop or something.

Once we raid Cisco's stash house,

it's going to lead us
straight to the Bowens.

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- Sweetie, I made you breakfast!
- I'm coming.

Here. Drink this.

It's green. It tastes like an armpit.

That's the collagen powder,

and then there's just a
tiny bit of kale in there.

You need greens. You need proteins.

I am your mother. It is my job.

You know what?

A mother bird actually vomits the
food into the baby bird's mouth.

Did you know that when
a baby bird gets older

and learns how to fly, the
mama bird stops doing that?

Well, did you know that a
quarter of baby birds die

because they leave the nest too early,

because they think that their
wings are strong enough,

but they are not, because
they didn't have enough kale?

Did you know that if a mama bird

tried to keep a baby bird in
the nest against its will,

the baby bird would probably
be smothered to death?

Oh, is that so?

Well, I guess this fully grown baby
bird doesn't need his mama's help

and can get to school himself

without his new car.

You did not get me a new car.

No way.

- It's the Smart Car.
- Yep.

Cool.

Yeah.

Okay.

Only the best for my fledgling.

Listen, it's a fun drive.

Don't worry about the horn.

It sounds like a warm fart.
And you know what?

It's fun to park.

- I bet.
- It's going to attract girls,

just the right kind.

Pack up the kale, please.

You're such a jerk.

- No, I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.

"Morning, Mom. Healthy
breakfast? Thanks, Mom."

- Oh, my God.
- "Roof over my head? Thanks, Mom."

- "I got you a new car. Thanks, Mom."
- She only got me the car

so I'll be guaranteed to be a loser.

Still could've said thank you though.

Well, I can get her back right now.

- No.
- You can say hi.

- No, no, no, no. You don't understand.
- No, I think she forgot something.

- Meet her right now.
- Elliot, no. I'm going to be screwed.

What?

Actually, can I just borrow
your car for today?

Tomorrow it's all yours.
Oh, look at that.

Oh, Elliot, someone has changed
their mind about breakfast.

Oh, my nose!

I'm so sorry. Here.

- Can you give me my phone?
- Need some ice or something?

- Yeah. Here, here.
- My phone.

Thank you.

I love you, Mom. You're
the best mother bird ever.

I love you, baby bird.

Okay, what the hell?

Why? Why would you be screwed?

I am her confidential informant.

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- Kelly?
- Door's open.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to bring you breakfast.

I'm not going to be in the office today,

so I figured I'd stop by
and see how you're doing.

- Boom.
- Uh...

So how you doing?

Ask me after I've had three of these.

Go ahead. You keep your walls up.

Me? I consider you a friend.

I like you, Kelly Duff.

How about I get honest, okay?

I'm moving out of the condo today.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Thanks.

What are you going to do? Life, right?

So, what's going on with you?

I've been talking to this shrink.

She keeps trying to get me to talk
about what my feelings feel like,

and I'm, like, I don't even know.

I'm writing a statement for Keegan,

trying to describe what I saw that day.

Kelly, you weren't there.

I was there seconds later.

I think, what, that you
feel that you've got to be

loyal to this guy or something?

Look, if Keegan said the
dude went for his gun,

then that's what happened.

He's a good guy.

A good guy would not
ask you to lie for him.

It is an excellent day.

I have a little bit of a
nosebleed, everybody.

All is good. Don't worry about it.

- Hey, Breann. What's up?
- Good morning, Detective.

I've got some really good intel for you.

- Been working on it all...
- Can it wait? Hold that thought.

- Is Detective Duff here yet?
- Haven't seen her.

Okay. Just where is she?

Oh, my God.

What is happening right now?

I strolled by drug squad

praying you would get a
look at me in this outfit,

but you weren't there.

Then I checked my phone,

lo and behold a text message from you.

So this is how you spend your free time?

Got to do something to
keep my heart in shape

so you don't break it.

What's up?

Um... Come talk to me.

I could use your expertise.

Okay. I'm interested.

Alright. So you know that
De Angelis case, right?

- That I worked with Keegan?
- Yeah.

Well, we had hidden
cameras in every room,

but a few of those files got corrupted.

Including the one tracking
Keegan's arrest?

I mean, I'm just assuming.

Yeah.

That's convenient.

So what you want me to do?

Do some sniffing around, see
if I can recover something?

Well, but is anyone going to find out?

I mean, you don't need a bigger reason

for the bullies to come prey on you.

I have a thick skin.

Clearly.

I'm going to go charm
the evidence clerk,

show you what I can do.

Just don't charm her too much.

Too late now.

Okay, there she is.

- 'Sup.
- Yes, yes, yes. Okay, team.

Come together, come
together, come together.

Magazine down. Here we go.

Guess what time it is? I'm going
to tell you what time it is.

Time to roll up our
sleeves on Stockwood.

This is where regular cops
get sleepy, but guess what?

Not us.

Rick Gray, Steph Bowen, where are they?

Behind bars. What have we done?

Oh, successfully destabilized
the Stockwood crew.

Yes. Yes. Good cop, good cop,

good cop, best cop.

Now it's time to get out there
and sweep up the debris.

People will be scared.
People will be talking.

Yeah, but first, do you know you
have tissue sticking out your nose?

Oh, yeah, I just had, sorry,
I had a nose bleed earlier.

I was just giving it time to coagulate.

- Okay, this is Breann. I've invited her in.
- Yeah.

She's been working with the
community outreach team

in Stockwood.

She has a few nuggets to share.

- Yes.
- You know, when I was your age,

I too was a keener.

By just three weeks out of the academy,

I was hand-picked for a very high
profile undercover operation.

Cis white male fast-tracked
up the ladder.

No surprise there.

I like you, Constable.

We found some extortion
in the fashion industry.

I went undercover as a male model.

Wow, that's crazy.

Not that crazy.

- What's going on in Stockwood?
- You know what? Not a lot.

Jackie Sullivan hasn't
been in touch much.

- I'm going to reach out to her.
- What about Randy Bowen?

No one's seen hide nor
greasy hair of that guy.

Either he's gone underground

or someone else is running Stockwood.

Well, I have a few complaints
that might be of interest.

Okay.

Uh. Number one, someone
who goes by the name Money

is selling uppers to teenagers
at Highland Collegiate.

Now, prescription drugs aren't
really a Stockwood product,

so I'm thinking someone new's moving in.

You know what? I'm going to take
that one because my son goes there.

Your son goes there, so you should
definitely not take that one.

- Exactly.
- Those kids know me.

They're going to talk to me,
like, "Oh, hey. Elliot's mom.

Listen." I'll be, like, "Yeah,
that's great. Thank you."

They'll lie to you and
you'll believe them.

Your kid can talk circles around
you. I've seen it happen.

He doesn't talk circles around me.

We have a very good line
of communication, actually.

He trusts me, I trust him.
It's wonderful.

- He talks circles around you all the time.
- What? Can we hear...

Can we hear what's behind
door number two, please?

Yeah. Yes. Um...

Okay. Um...

Number two, a gun locker
was stolen out of a house

on Elmdale three days
ago, two guns missing.

Owner called it in, but
before we could respond,

he called back and recanted.

Said he found the locker
in the back alley.

- What's the name of the owner?
- James Taylor.

- No way.
- It's not the singer, Barry.

But still, I mean, stolen guns.

That's not nothing, right?

Why don't we bring him
in, see what he knows?

You know what? In the meantime,
I'm gonna call Jackie Sullivan,

see if she's heard anything.

Fine. I'll take Money.

You take "Fire and Rain."

Thank you, Breann. Well done.

- Thank you.
- James Taylor.

- Could you imagine?
- It's not James Taylor.

It'd be so cool if it was, right?

Be a bit weird.

Hey. I've got two bricks in my van.

We're going to take one, break it down.

No stepping on it.

Roxy, we've got to keep it clean.

We've got to stay out of trouble.

That means no selling
to anyone under age.

And, hey, no guns. You hear me?

Okay, but that means we've
got to move more product.

Okay, so we'll move more product.

Which means we'll need a better
system than me breaking stuff down

in an abandoned church.

I can't keep that kind
of weight on site.

Need to be smart about this.

I'm on it, alright?

- Don't worry.
- Okay.

See? Driving around with a
brick sitting next to you.

I'm a middle aged white
lady in a minivan.

No one's looking at me.

I never recanted any story.

I said I found my locker.

What about the guns?

The locker was empty when I found it.

I didn't see any point
in investigating it.

It's not like you guys are
going to find anything.

Detective Wazowski.
You own a Blue Colt .45

and H&K USP .45, correct?

Vanessa let me keep
them after our divorce.

Only nice thing she ever did.

- You live alone?
- I do now.

Does anybody have access to your home?

Workers, friends, colleagues?

When was your locker stolen?

About three nights ago now.

They came in through the basement door.

It was open when I came home.

How do you know there was more than one?

Well, my safe weighs 200 pounds.

Are you going to carry that by yourself?

Does Pinocchio have wooden balls?

I can carry that locker
and a two-four of beer.

Okay.

Listen, we're hoping to have
answers for you soon.

Forensics are running prints
on the safe as we speak.

Look, what's the point?

I mean, the guns are long gone by now.

Sir, are you trying to
get us off this case?

No, sir.

But when you cops come
around my neighborhood,

it always means trouble.

We've got enough of that to go around.

Do you play guitar by chance?

- Hamm, don't.
- What? I just have to...

He doesn't.

- Harmonica?
- No.

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Elliot.

Can you just talk to me?

You know, there's a party
later at the old church.

Do you want to come
meet some of my friends?

Do you have friends,
because I bet being a snitch

would be pretty tough on friendships.

Hey, I don't snitch on my friends.

Right. Okay, so maybe you
just snitch on me then?

What, did my mom put you on to me
so she can watch my every move

- or something?
- You're being ridiculous, Elliot.

I know you didn't just
meet me by coincidence.

You're my mom's informant.

I know enough to know

that means you're some sort
of criminal or something.

So what, you just ran into me

and you forced yourself
into my life or something?

I didn't force myself onto anyone.

Okay? And I never said
it was a coincidence.

- What?
- Okay, Elliot. Okay, Elliot.

Yes, I was with your mom

when she called about
the Late Bloomer sale.

I was curious about you, okay?

And your mom, I'm so
sorry, she's such a dork,

and you're just not at all
what I was expecting.

And, Elliot, I didn't expect
to hit it off with you,

but we did.

Like, how am I supposed to
believe anything you say?

I thought that you saw me.

What?

I thought that you saw me.

- I don't know how I got it so wrong.
- Okay.

Hey, Jackie. Hey, Jackie.

Hey, Elliot. How you doing?

Remember me?

Hey, Tig. What are you doing here?

I thought you were still in Buffalo.

Yeah, um, the border went really fast.

I made good time.

Okay.

I've got some leftover goulash
and some homemade bu...

Hi, sis.

You slept with him?

Layna, are you sick in the head?

You drove straight from Buffalo
right into this idiot's bed?

Of course not.

I went by the garage

and dropped off the drugs first.

Oh, come on.

He's got a jacuzzi.

And that chair.

- And that table.
- You know what?

My sister deserves way better than you.

She has serious low self-esteem.

- Tig.
- Who doesn't?

Did you at least get Mercedes her food

after all these insults.

Good.

Frozen? Oh, come on.

Mercedes prefers fresh. She's refined.

Then get a cat to do your shopping.

Well, you try eating a frozen rat.

Buffalo just fronted us ten keys.

That's 200,000 worth of product.

Your guys are going to
have to pick up the pace

if we're going to sell it
all and pay him back.

I want to move more,
I want to play it safer.

You got anyone that could kit up my car?

- You know, build a compartment?
- Yeah, I know a guy.

Good, because we need a
better distribution plan, too.

We can't keep working out of my garage.

- We could do it here.
- No.

Too much foot traffic. We'd get flagged.

We've gotta find a business that
hires a lot of young people,

in and out, lots of
turnover like a store

or a fast food place.

I know another guy.

His car wash could use a cash injection.

Okay. You trust him?

No, I don't trust anybody.

Oh. That's funny.

Neither do I.

Except each other, right?

Because we're a family now.

Okay, you're disgusting.

Okay, I will do literally anything

to stop you from telling
my mom about this.

No, man. She needs to know.

- Why?
- Why?

Jackie Sullivan is your mom's
confidential informant.

Anybody finds out you
guys have been talking,

it'll ruin her career.

- No. She didn't know.
- It doesn't matter.

It'll put extra scrutiny on her cases.

I didn't even know until,
like, two hours ago,

and we just broke up anyway,
so it doesn't matter.

You tell her or I do.

Right now?

Yeah.

Right after you tell me
who the hell this Money is.

Apparently he's dealing uppers

- for the kids at your school?
- Yeah.

My friends buy from him all the time.

He sells out of a food truck.

He drives around to all the schools.

Look, I'll tell you where
the truck's due next

if you promise not to tell
my mom about Jackie.

Alright. You help me with this,

I'll give you to the end
of her shift tonight.

She's going to be exhausted.

You've got to give me at least 24 hours.

Final offer.

Fine.

Alright. Now, where am I headed?

He'll be here in 30.

He'll be...

What?

Oh, now I'm starting to see
why your mom doesn't know

which way is up with you.

Witness reports.

A comely neighbor saw
two medium sized figures

carrying the locker out of the basement.

Did this fully empowered human being

happen to give a description?

No, it was too dark, but
one of them had a limp

and the other a crowbar.

The gun locker was banged up, yes,

but that's not how they got in.

They used a keypad.

Okay.

Forensic pulled two sets of prints.

One belonged to James Taylor,
which is no surprise,

and the other one was unknown
until about 10 minutes ago.

Alina Taylor, James's daughter.

He didn't say he had a kid.

She lives with her mother.
It was a nasty divorce.

Apparently, this is when
she started acting out.

She got arrested for
shoplifting last year.

It might be why James
recanted his story.

Maybe he finds out his
17-year-old daughter

stole his guns, doesn't
want her to go to jail.

So why would Alina steal the locker

if she could just open it?

Because then it wouldn't
look like a robbery.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

So you guys think my kid did it, huh?

Honest to God, you guys are just...

You neglected to tell us
you even had a daughter.

Alina lives with her mother,

which wasn't my choice, by the way.

Anyway, she wasn't even at my house

the night that the locker was stolen.

It's true. I was with, like,
six friends that night.

And they can vouch for you?

Mr. Taylor, can I have the
combination to your gun locker?

Why don't you just write it down for me?

If you wouldn't mind, I'd like
to talk to your daughter alone.

- No way. I'm not leaving...
- No way. I'm staying.

I'm sure you two have a lot to discuss.
Barry's an expert in divorce.

Women have married this
guy, like, three times.

Alright, Mr. Taylor. Do you
want to come with me?

I am curious, have you
seen "Fire and Rain"?

- Do I really have to go with this guy?
- Come on.

Divorce sucks, doesn't it?

I don't know. I'm not divorced.

Kids always get stuck in the middle.

My son, he had a really rough time.

Did you have to choose sides?

My father was happy.

My mother was sad.

Made it easy.

Do you remember when they told you?

For me, that was really
the hardest part.

Just having to tell my kid.

They told me the day it was official.

A year ago, June 6th.

Obviously that was a really
big day for your family,

especially your dad,

because that's the combination
to his gun locker,

the one that we found
your fingerprints on.

Listen, I don't you think you stole
the locker with the guns in it,

but you need to tell me
why you opened it.

I just wanted to look at them.

I had a friend over.

I thought it would be cool to show her.

What's the name of that friend?

Roxy.

Mm-hmm.

Roxy Morales.

Did she watch you punch in the code?

Okay, do you have her number?

Okay, has she been in touch since?

She said she'd call.

She didn't.

I heard she was having
people over tonight

at the old church she was living in.

I was going to go.

You know what?

Tell you what, you're
going to go to this party.

You take some videos.

You post these videos. You show me Roxy.

Hey, Jacks.

What's going on?

Can I come in?

What time are people
coming over tonight?

- I don't know, probably 9:00 or so.
- Cool.

I've got to do something first,
but Forrest will be here.

Do you mind if I just stay
here for a little bit?

I just got dumped.
I don't feel like going home.

What happened?

I told him the truth about something.

And he didn't like it.

Are you working for Mom, Roxy?

I need the money, alright?

I can't spend another broke ass winter.

- It's freezing.
- Then get a job.

That's rich coming from you.

I got to go.

Where are you going?

- You don't want to know.
- Yep, I do.

And I'm coming with you.
I don't want to be alone right now.

- No, your mom will kill me. No!
- Screw my mom.

Roxanna Morales, also known as Roxy.

Last known address was a PO box.

- What do we got?
- Uh, a couple of theft unders,

did a stint in a youth center
for armed robbery.

No current charges.

Okay. Any connection with Stockwood?

Nothing, besides the fact
that she grew up there.

Okay. No known address.

Okay. Maybe she's broke,
stole the guns to sell them.

A Blue Colt will fetch
you a pretty penny.

Okay, you know what?
Let's find this Roxy.

We're going to get her for the guns.

Maybe she has some intel on Stockwood.

- Yes.
- Kids these days.

I mean, you work with her.
You know what it's like.

She starts off by stating the
obvious in way too many words.

"And so now you're going
to crush geometry

using my meticulous five point plan.

- How was your day, by the way?"
- "Five point plan."

Then it's like you don't answer
and she starts to hover.

It's, like, "Will you just
tell me what happened?

Why don't we just talk it out?

Do you like science or
art? Both are great.

Do you like girls or boys?
Both are also great.

Why don't you just tell me
everything you're feeling

while I turn on music and
brush your teeth for you?"

Oh, she's not that bad.

Trust me, she is.

It sounds like she cares about you.

When you love someone,
it's different, right?

You lose objectivity.

Well, I objectively know
that my mother's annoying.

I don't know why Jackie
would want to be her CI.

No one chooses to be a CI.
It's a lesser evil scenario.

I mean, they don't have a choice.

Once you've got them on
the hook as a snitch,

you own them.

Oh, please.

Don't have any pity for that girl.

She made her bed.

You just said she didn't
have a choice, so.

That's it.

- Alright.
- Hold up.

- Hang tight.
- Wait, Money's not going to sell to you.

- Why not?
- Because you're old.

- What?
- And you need a code word.

I need to get it in person.

Well, go get the code and
come straight back here, okay?

- Yeah.
- I'll pull a UC to do the actual buy.

Alright.

Calling me old. I ain't old.

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Is...

Oh, hell no.

Kill that kid.

Dude, you were only supposed
to go get the code.

I thought I'd move things along, okay?

Buy myself some time before
you rat me out to my mom.

Just...

- Whoa.
- Just give me another day. Please.

Wait, I don't know what... Hey, I
don't know what to say to her yet.

I need another day. Please.

Is that Money?

Stay right there. Whoa,
whoa, no, you don't.

- Police! You're under arrest!
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Yeah, yeah. What'd I do?
- Get down.

Hands behind your back.

- Stand all the way up, now!
- Okay. Okay.

What did you do?

You sold controlled substances
to numerous minors.

Plus, you ruined my love of burritos.

Huh?

You should've stuck to limericks.

Actually, the Lime Rick,
no limericks involved.

The decal guy forgot to put a space

between the lime and the Rick,

and now I've got to deal Irish burritos.

It makes no sense.

Do you think I care about
your design problems?

Punk ass kid.

Come on.

Hey.

You know, if you need a place to stay...

you can stay with us, girl.

You don't have to sell
drugs for my mother.

I don't take handouts, Jackie.

I've got to hustle.
Don't worry about me.

Anyway, Tiggy's like another mother.

She's better than my mother.
My mother's hopeless.

My mother is an asshole.

No. Your mom is tough.

Unlike her kid.

- Huh.
- Boohoo.

Got in a fight with a boy.

Boys are the worst, man.

God, you're so lucky
that you like women.

Whoa. What?

- What are you doing?
- Forrest and I stole some guns.

I'm going to offload
them on these tech guys

I met on the web.

Stay here, okay?

'Sup?

- Hey.
- 'Sup?

- Here it is.
- Is that real?

Of course it's real.
What are you talking about?

Here you go. It's all there.

- No, man. Where's the rest?
- That's all.

Give me the rest, man. What the hell?

It's time to go.

Oh, my God, Roxy.

You hit?

- You hit?
- Dude? Dude?

Get back here!

Get back here, you psycho!

Roxy. Hey, Roxy.

What if that guy is dead?

Stop freaking out.

Forrest is here somewhere.

Maybe he's upstairs.

If those youths hit back,
I want numbers.

Wait, you mean you think
they're coming here?

You think they're coming here?

Put your phone away.

Just stay here until
I find Forrest, okay?

- Jackie, you've got to chill.
- Mm-hmm. Okay.

Elliot, look. I am done
playing with you,

and I don't have time
to chase you right now,

so you need to call me back

and tell me where you are right now.

Oh, and whatever you do,
do not take those drugs.

They're evidence.

Call me back.

Hey, what's up, Wazowski?

You talk to your son
tonight by any chance?

Elliot? No. Why? Oh, is it that
Highland Collegiate thing?

Is he involved? Is he on drugs?

Oh, my God, wait. No, is he in trouble?

- Stop it. Calm down. Calm down.
- Is he in trouble? Is he in trouble.

Calm down.

Look, your kid is still a nerd

dressed in cool kid's clothes, okay?

Okay, thank you. Thank you so much.

That's, like, every mother's dream,

but why are you asking?

No, I was just thinking
about teenagers, you know?

Why they do what they do.

Speaking of teens, have you ever
heard of a Roxanna Morales?

Oh, Roxy.

I've seen her around. She lives
in that old church in Stockwood.

Rough life.

Yeah, well, it's about to get
even rougher. Check this out.

Whose feed is that?

This girl, Alina Taylor.

It was her father's gun
locker that was stolen,

and we think Roxy was involved.

Is that Jackie Sullivan?

Yes, it is.

Of course, it is.

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Hey. Forrest, where's Roxy?

- What?
- She was supposed to call me.

The party's at Roxy's church.

You know? Maybe we should head over.

Hey, look at this. Uh...
Um.. Make it go back.

Oh, yeah.

Hey. Forrest, where's Roxy?

- What?
- She was supposed to call me.

Check out limpy tits here.

The other locker thief had a limp.

He's possibly armed
and possibly dangerous.

- Okay, let's go.
- Alright.

You need backup?

Admit it, you missed me.

You did. It's okay.

I missed you, too.

Weirdly, I feel like I've
been with you all day.

Hi, baby. How are you?

Hungry.

Hungry? Why? Where's Jackie?

Jackie?

She's not here.
She hasn't been here all day.

Jackie, where are you?

Hi. Mom, I'm at Roxy's,
and there's trouble.

Yeah, because you're hanging
around at that church.

Whatever's going on right now,

you get your ass home now. You hear me?

Jackie?

I'll go in there first, suss it out.

Not going to lie,

I'll stick out like a sore
thumb, but you two guys?

Swollen thumbs with clown
faces painted on them.

What does that even mean?

Excuse me. Have y'all
seen one short girl

with long hair named Jackie?

Alright, whatever.

Oh, okay, look.

There's all sorts coming to this party.

Look at those clean little white
shoes, little yellow vest.

We might not stick out at all.

Let's go.

You need to pay attention
right now, okay?

What the hell is wrong with you, man?

Where the hell have you been?

- I was looking for you.
- Yeah, right.

Where's my drugs, you little dink?

- ***
- I was looking for you.

- Elliot?
- No, no, no.

- Where are you going?
- Elliot, we've got to go.

We've got to go.

Get down! Get down!

Hamm, block the exit.

- Got it.
- Elliot? Elliot, are you okay?

Duff.

I'm on it.

Stay down! Everyone, get down!

Get down, get down!

Go, go. Elliot, don't move.

- Got you.
- Don't move.

You're okay. You're okay.

Come here.

Here, here, here.

Don't bleed out before I can book you.

It's okay.

You're going to be okay.

Watch your head.

Woo.

Look at this baby.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

Blue Colt, am I right?

- Mm-hmm. You're right.
- Yes. I am right.

What a beauty.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hold on.

Oh, Duff, I've got it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

That's my son.

Breann, that's my son.

Okay, look, Mom, just let me
explain for a second, okay?

I don't know whose that is.
I don't know what it is.

It's not even mine.

I don't even know how
that got there. I'm...

Look, just... I...

Put your hands behind your back.

What?

Put your hands behind your back.

Sam.

Mom.

Take him.

Hey.

So we got three guys in custody?

Yeah. Roxy's in the hospital.

Shooter's in custody, plus
four more kids for possession.

Okay.

Do we know the shooter's affiliation?

He's not talking, and he has no priors.

But we're going to talk to Roxy
when she's out of surgery.

Okay.

Hey, uh... Where's Elliot?

Uh, he's in holding.

Duff...

What were you talking to my
son about before the shooting?

I saw you yelling at my kid.

I ran into him today.

I was looking for that dealer
at Highland Collegiate.

Elliot was outside the school.

He offered to help.

Are you saying that you used
my kid in a case today,

and that's why he had drugs on him?

Is this... Is that what
you're saying to me?

I'm saying there's so much
more to this story, Sam.

Is that what you and Keegan used to do?

That's what you like to do? You pimp
out kids to do your police work?

No wonder you back him up.

You're no better than him.

Okay, I'm going to let that one slide.

Yeah? You're going to
let that one slide?

You need to talk to your son.

Don't you tell me what I
need to do with my son.

That's my son.

You're an asshole.

Hey.

Congratulations, Elliot.

Truly though, really. Well done.

You've been arrested for possession.

What the hell were you
doing at that party?

Hey, Elliot, I'm not leaving
till I get an answer.

Okay. Um...

What if I just tell you every
bad thing I've ever done?

Every single terrible thing.

If I just tell you every
single terrible thing,

can we just clean the slate

and-and-and you just
promise not to freak out?

Yeah. I've got nothing
else to lose. Okay, yes.

- Yeah?
- Yes, go.

- Hit me.
- Okay.

Your credit card wasn't
stolen last year.

I was using it to buy
clothes to sell online.

That time Mike's house got
broken into, that was me.

I just wanted to borrow a video game,

and I didn't want to wait for him,

- so I just kicked his back door in.
- Oh, wow.

- You said you wouldn't get mad.
- I just...

I was... I was...
I was breathing heavily.

Oh, when we got bed bugs,

I think it was because I let Rahim

and his boyfriend sleep in your bed

when you were on night shift.

When we went away last Christmas,

I rented our house out as an Airbnb,

and that's why the plumbing was
all messed up when we got back,

and I got a fake ID to date a TA

- at Ryerson last year.
- Oh, my God. Please stop. I can't.

Elliot, I can't.

Please, just skip to tonight.
What happened?

Yeah. I was helping Kelly with a bust,

and I just left with the drugs.

And I was at that party because
I wanted to talk to Jay.

Who's Jay?

Her name's Jackie Sullivan.

It's your confidential
informant or whatever.

But I didn't know, okay? Like...

Kelly saw us together, and
she said I had to tell you,

and then I was trying to
get out of doing that,

so then I forced her to let me help,

- and I was just...
- Elliot...

you can never see her again.

- What?
- No.

Mom, she's not a bad
person or anything, okay?

You just have to trust me.

I did, Elliot.

I don't anymore.

Mom. Hey?

I'm a baby bird learning to fly.

Mom?

Hey.

What happened? Are you alright?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Hey, baby. Talk to me.

What's the point?

Hey, it's Duff.

You know what to do.

Hi. It's me.

I was calling because I wanted to say

that I was sorry for calling
you an asshole earlier,

and I would like you to
know that I try very hard

not to stoop to accusations
and name-calling,

but it's just a lot easier
to take it out on you

than to figure out who my
son is right now, but I...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Just whoever
he is, he's still my son,

and the thing is, I guess, Kelly,
like, you kind of were an asshole

to use him in your case today.

And then you... We were...

And then you lied to me about it.

I'm sorry.

I was saying sorry.

Now that I'm hearing myself,

I'm not sorry.

End of messages.

Don't move!

- I've got you, douche bag.
- Okay. Okay.

I'm not moving. Not fighting.

Are you going for my gun?

No, I didn't. I swear.

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