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Nice moves.

You new here?

Yeah.

I can't really afford lessons, though.

Oh no, no, no. I don't work here.

I'm just a regular. My name's Alisha.

Dia.

Let me give you a few tips.

Everyone needs a guidin' hand.

- Yeah, sure. - Sometimes, right?

- Uh-huh. - Right.

Okay.

All right. Wanna go over your left jab?

Not really.

Kind of like the... the Ray cross,

like Mike Tyson.

Okay. Well, let's work on that jab first.

Okay.

It's the most important punch in boxing.

Everything else stems from there.

- All right. - Okay.

Just, just hit your hand?

Yeah. Let me see what you got.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can step into it.

Yup, step left.

Step left.

Step right.

Cross, cross, cross.

See, when you're jabbing,

you're finding your range.

But right now, you're just extending your arm.

You gotta rotate your body into it.

You gotta rotate your body.

Rotate into it.

Exactly, rotate into it.

Right. And keep your right shoulder back.

Yeah, right there.

- Aha. - Okay, let's do it again.

Let's go.

Yeah, chin down.

- Mm-hmm. Cross. - Mm-hmm.

You got a good jab though.

Yeah.

- That was fun. - Wow.

- Can we do it again? - Yeah.

Yeah?

You know what, hold on, I got somethin'.

Uh, you know what? Actually, I just, um, realized

I had a couple of errands that I needed to run.

But listen, thank you so much.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

You got anything that's gonna stick me?

Nah, just a needle

- in my pocket. - Sir, turn over.

What?

Nice bust. Let's share the collar.

Okay.

- Nice work, kid. - Thank you, sir.

You think you're a real cop now?

Parks, you file the paperwork?

I did.

You can go home.

Fucking, fucking, fucking.

Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah.

Be right back.

What the fuck are you doing?

Sorry, I was just trying to make sure

you weren't gonna stiff me.

I shouldn't give you shit.

I did my job.

This is all you're worth.

Get the fuck outta here.

- Happy Fourth. - Thanks, Jason.

- Hey! - What'd you get?

This it?

Hmm-mm.

You couldn't swipe him, or nothing?

That's all he would give me.

Come on. You're fuckin' cherry, girl.

We'll work it out. All right?

What? How are we supposed to fix with this?

We can split. All right?

I can't split with you. I need a fix.

I need a fucking fix too so I can work for us, all right?

Work it out.

Okay.

I'll be back in a minute.

Here.

Oh, nice, nice, nice, nice.

Look, I want first. I earned it.

All right.

Relax.

Let me see that.

Shit!

Shit.

Fuck!

You dumb bitch.

That was our setup for the night.

I'll have to get more tar.

I'm so tired.

You wanna score or not?

Fuck.

Hey!

How are you guys doing tonight?

Hey, howz your night going?

Good. You working?

Depends. You payin'?

I know a good motel nearby.

No.

I want to keep it quick.

There's an alley two blocks away.

Sure.

What do you want?

Hmmm?

You want a girlfriend?

A girlfriend?

Yeah, you know.

You, me, nothin' in between.

No rubber.

No.

I don't need a girlfriend.

Hey, Boo.

Hey, babe! What's your ETA?

Actually... I'm at the store.

What else do we need for the night?

How about, Jamaican Rum, Myers.

Uh, that's a hard no.

I'm gonna surprise you with whiskey.

Well, what do you want?

You look familiar.

You live around here?

Why? You writin' a novel?

Hey. You...

You passed the alley.

Hey!

Hmm. But you see me every night.

Yeah, but I want to go big

for our one-year anniversary.

I mean, when you say it like that, who can resist?

Okay, babe, I will see you soon.

Okay, see you soon.

Oh, no!

Thanks.

Keep it.

Hey!

Everything all right?

Oh yeah, everything's fine.

She's just a little drunk.

Getting her home, don't you worry.

Sir.

Sir!

Sir!

Back so soon? You forget somethin'?

Let me see your security tapes.

Uh, I don't know.

Okay, so you push this button to play the video files.

And this one to toggle forward.

I... I think I can handle it from here.

- Okay. - Hmm-mm.

Just, uh, let me know if you need anything.

Will do.

Okay.

Hey, babe. I'm sorry.

I just got caught up in some, some work stuff.

- Work stuff? - Hmm-mm.

Nothing serious, right?

No, I just, um...

something came up.

Let me, I will see you at home in about an hour, so, okay?

Okay baby, see you soon.

Yeah.

I don't know why you piss away money

on that garbage.

The girls don't even show it all.

Most of the hottest celebrities,

the ones you watch the shitty TV shows for,

they're not gonna show it all.

They only do spreads in the soft magazines.

And, best of all,

nobody can say shit about this to Shelby.

Why wouldn't you just read Playboy?

I can't bring Playboy into the station.

Oh, sure you can.

What about the girls?

Girls in Playboy wear clothes now.

Yeah, you didn't hear that?

What?

What's this fucking country comin' to, huh?

You know, the real thing about Playboy is just...

there's journalism in there.

You know, real journalism.

- All right. - Vonnegut,

Roald Dahl, Hunter S. Thompson.

Roald Dahl?

The kids' author?

Yeah.

What? He wrote for adults, too.

Like what?

Like what, I don't know. That's not the point.

The point is, they're all there to read in Playboy.

I can't believe fucking Playboy bunnies

wear clothes now.

Uh-mmm...

I thought you were off duty?

Yeah, I just want to run something by you.

Something suspicious that I saw.

Suspicious?

Yo, I'm angry.

I've had enough of these people,

these Christian-hating scum. These liberals,

they literally crawl out from underneath rocks

with their boozy, weird, green looking skin,

or Black, or White, doesn't really matter.

Deep down, it's what's inside,

and it's ugly, people. It's ugly, America.

And that's when he drove off with her.

Well, this really doesn't necessarily mean so much, Parks.

It didn't feel right, sir.

It felt like she was being forced into the vehicle.

Or maybe she was just pulling trick.

All right. We'll file a Missing Person's report,

but I wouldn't get too worked up about it.

Someone can check it out in the morning.

Somethin' like this, she could be dead by the morning.

That neighborhood.

These street girls.

They're all NHI's.

These girls go missing, nobody notices.

I notice.

I found a syringe in the drain.

It may have rolled out.

- May have? - When I approached him.

Was she a working girl?

Yeah, I think so.

Well, alert the press;

a needle falls out of a hooker's ass.

Probably a pimp guidin' her back to the car.

Can we at least have the syringe analyzed?

Well, we can have the syringe analyzed.

Sure, why not?

We'll have someone analyze the syringe.

I spoke to the store owner.

Security footage.

Oh, really!

Really.

All right. We'll bring this to Shelby.

And we will check out the syringe.

Pizzagate is real, America.

Wake up! Wake up, sheepeople!

It's real.

They are literally abducting children off the street.

It's gotta be investigated.

So, he took off, and, um, I found this on the sidewalk.

And then I got the video.

Officer, this doesn't look like

a department issue evidence bag.

Sorry, Captain, it's what the deli had.

So you got a needle.

And a video, sir.

Let me see it.

She's loaded.

File a missing person.

Corbucci, you and I need to talk alone for a second,

about protocol and chain of command.

Officer Parks, wait outside.

This is what you got? You got a needle in a baggie.

You're gonna bring this rookie in here and present this

like I'm supposed to do something with it?

She witnessed it, sir.

Well, if she saw what we just saw on that video,

we're gonna need more than that.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Hey, Parks.

Maybe you should do some diggin' on who that girl is.

On your own.

- Yeah, it's good to know. - I'll check the license plate.

- All right? - Uh, Sarge...

what's an NHI?

Don't worry about that.

Shhh. Shh-shh-shh-shh.

Don't scream, don't scream.

Okay? Atta girl.

What do you want?

You wanna how many times I've done this?

Hmmm?

One... two...

three...

four...

five.

Five!

Help!

Help! Somebody!

Help me!

Help! Help!

Someone help! Somebody, please help! No!

Help! Please help me!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

No! No!

Help!

Yeah.

He said I'd find you here.

Who?

Jason. Your friend at the motel?

I don't know who that is.

You don't know who that is.

Okay, well, he said you and this girl hang out together?

I'm trying to help her.

She got into a guy's car.

I don't think she wanted to be in that car.

Do you understand what I'm sayin'?

I'm not after you. Do you know her or not?

Do the right thing and help me help her.

How about I buy you dinner, and we talk, hmm?

Okay.

Look, let me go.

I-I'll act like it never happened

and I won't tell anyone, I swear.

Let me guess.

You're the victim, hmm.

Always innocent.

Always tormented... by a rigged system.

And tell me, you chose to get in the car...

so all this, is it not by your own choosing?

I'm sorry if I...

Don't interrupt me!

That's rude.

You sell your body on the fucking street.

You turned yourself into a junkie.

You could have had an education. You could have had a life.

And instead, you decided to be a parasite.

You know, you women, you choose to be unwanted...

Hmm. We approach.

And you choose.

You forfeited your choice.

Now I choose.

Now I have the power.

Oh fuck! God!

Usually, she works the alley between Maple and Elm.

Unless the trick paid, and they went to that motel on Willow.

The clerk, he kicks us a piece for bringing guys there.

He left that little detail out.

So tell me, what's her name?

Ricki, Ricki Fennel.

I know her maybe like three months.

She was 16.

Molly. That was her D.O.C. for a while,

until she tried Skag.

Once you try that...

nothing else matters.

It's like... all you care about is getting it,

and so you don't have to care again.

Is there anything else?

Uh, she hated school work.

She said that the words got all jumbled in her head.

Dyslexia.

All right, thank you.

Um... do you think this is connected

with those other missing girls?

Other missing girls?

- Corbucci. - Sarge,

I got a name.

Ricki Fennel, and get this. She's a junior in high school.

I think I got us a case here.

Well, bingo.

She's just a kid.

Dropped out of high school, ran away from home.

I checked out the license plate,

and it's a dead-end.

Suspects don't match.

Owner's a Black guy in his 60s.

Can you check the footage again?

I think we missed something.

I was told there have been multiple girls,

matching Ricki's description going missing.

Parks, the track suit, the multi-tool, the gloves.

He's done this before.

Get back here. We'll bring this to Shelby again.

Copy.

You shouldn't have done that.

You know what that is?

It's a police scanner.

That means that no one's ever gonna find you.

It means that no one...

no one found her...

no one's found her...

no one found her...

no one... found her...

and no one's ever gonna find you.

I'm gonna enjoy killing you.

Nice work, Parks.

So, this girl, Ricki Fennel, is a minor.

That's something.

Um... let's get an Amber Alert out.

Who else is available?

Sir, with the holiday, we're a little short on men.

I think Parks should do a deep dive on similar missing persons.

Anyone fitting the same description as our girl.

I'll give her temporary clearance, for tonight.

So it's up to you two.

Thank you, sir. I'm ready.

We'll see.

Okay, but wait. Don't I need access to do case research?

You can use my password.

The number four, Sara and Jimmy.

No "h" in Sara.

Your kids?

Yup.

What are you still doin' here?

Whoa! You're working that missing girl case?

Yeah. You wanna help?

Lookout, America. She's on the case.

You know, I'd like to help you out,

but my shift ends five minutes from now.

Come on.

She'll still be missin' in the mornin'.

Go the fuck home, Steve.

Have a good night, hero.

Who... are you?

You're a student... at Rivendell High?

Yeah.

How old are you?

How old are you?

Sixteen.

You're sixteen.

She's six-sixteen.

Wait, wait, please don't do that.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Please, I couldn't stay in school.

No one cares about a girl like me?

Please don't...

don't, just listen.

I feel like if we think...

if we just think... we can get out of this together.

Please, please.

Please.

Hey, I found the mom.

No surprises. Single parent.

You know, tough life.

You want to talk to the mom with me?

Sure, yeah.

Bring her into the station.

Please advise, there's a 902

on watch from [indistinct] Boulevard, unknown number of...

Shit.

Shit.

So, where we at?

Nothing yet.

You know, these traffic cameras are usually used

to nail people who run red lights.

But in a situation like this, we use them to track a suspect.

I know that, Lou.

The problem is that every area is different,

so we have to go through 'em all.

Oh! Whoa, whoa!

What's that?

- Yeah, you think that's the car? - That is it.

So what do you think? Is he in that garage?

There's only one way to find out.

Yeah.

Let's go.

I looked up NHI.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. No human involved?

It started in the LAPD, all those years,

they "weren't looking" for The Grim Sleeper.

I know.

You know?

Hmm-mm.

Let me... let me ask you a question.

If I looked like Ricki, if I dressed like her,

would you be able to tell the difference?

Is that... how you see these women?

Of course not, Alisha.

No human involved.

That cops' slang for dead, black hookers?

Because these girls, they need us more than anybody.

You know, we won't follow

these lemmings blindly off a cliff.

They try and do false flag events

with their crisis actors, telling everyone what to do.

But we won't fall for it.

We know better. We've always known better.

They can try and pass laws or...

He never took off those gloves.

Well, at least we know he left in a different car

than he came in.

We can figure out who left the garage

in the traffic cam. Right?

Okay, there's nothing to do but, go ahead.

How many cars left in that window of time?

Over 50 licenses in a half-hour.

Shit. We'll never get through that many.

Can you see if we have any matches on our guy?

Copy that. By the way, Officer,

girl's mother will be arriving at the station

in about 15.

Copy.

Can I get you, hon?

A cranberry... no, no, no, no.

Whiskey straight up.

Whiskey.

Hey, baby.

- Hi! - How's your night going?

Better.

Thank you.

You free?

Nothing's free, but... I'm available.

You want a private room?

Hell ya.

Hmmm.

Bring the bottle.

Be on the lookout

- for a man in a black hoodie... - Somebody help please.

I don't feel good. Help, please.

Please advise 91,

the store on the corner of Nine and Sullivan.

Ms. Fennel, we want to thank you for coming in.

I'm Sgt. Louis Corbucci.

This is Alisha Parks.

We just wanna ask you a few questions

about your daughter, Ricki.

What did she do?

I haven't seen that girl in six months.

Ma'am, we have reason to be concerned about her.

Is she okay?

We believe she's been kidnapped.

Yup, uh, but we don't know that for sure.

Any information you have could save her life.

Oh god!

Uh, um, I haven't seen her in six months.

I don't know anything. Is she all right?

We're doing everything we can to find her.

Please! She's my little girl.

You have to bring her back.

I promise we are gonna bring her back.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fennel, we're gonna...

we're gonna send a counselor in here.

Thank you for coming in.

Thank you.

Don't look back.

You fucked up.

We don't make promises.

That woman was hurtin' Sarge. What was I supposed to say?

We don't say that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Sarge... - What?

A guy in a track suit

last seen with at least one little girl.

Lisa Andrews.

You know anything else about her?

No, just right there, that's all I got.

Let me try and get a little bit more information on her, Alisha.

I'm glad you're here tonight.

I know.

Holidays are weird.

I wasn't even supposed to be here tonight,

but I owed Michelle a favor.

You know, I... I love seeing you.

You just like the way I rile you up.

Actually... , I like the way you calm me down.

You know, I'm planning... on going away.

Yeah?

Would you come with me?

Where are we going, baby?

Uh, well... I was thinking... Costa Rica.

Costa Rica.

Hmmm.

Why not Brazil?

Yeah?

I've been saving up for a trip with my boyfr...

With your... with your who?

My friend.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I think...

I feel like...

you see me for who I really am.

Sweetheart...

can I give you some advice?

These places, they're like cotton candy.

A little, on occasion, is fine,

but too much and they'll rot your teeth.

Yeah.

Do you have any, uh... do you have any oxy?

I don't.

I think Claire has some coke in her locker.

Meet me out back?

Yeah.

Hey, Sarge, I was just trying to help the mom.

Smoke?

I'm serious.

You know, three weeks after I made detective,

I got my first big case.

Her name was Katie.

Cute little girl, big buck tooth smile.

She was playin' foursquare with this neighbor kid.

This guy comes up to them with two frosties,

chocolate and strawberry.

What kid doesn't like ice cream, right?

Anyway, this kid, this neighbor kid,

this lucky fucking kid,

he says no because he's diabetic.

He doesn't eat ice cream.

Anyway, so I... you know, I ask around.

You know, some people, they swear they saw his face,

but then, I get a-a mixed eyewitness.

But what I did get was average, you know,

average height, average weight. Average, average...

You know, it coulda been anybody. It coulda been nobody.

But the mom...

this little girl's mom, I promised her.

See, I promised her that I'd find her little girl.

And Alisha, I was a man of my word.

Then weeks go by, months go by.

And I'm following every lead that I can,

even the fucking whack-job leads from the tip line,

I'm following those.

Now my girlfriend leaves me, and I'm better off without her.

But I didn't know that then.

It wasn't that I wanted...

didn't want to solve that case, but when a case gets that cold,

and the leads run that dry, then...

Let's just put it this way, you know,

I don't make promises anymore.

I'm sorry.

But guys like that, and guys like your guy...

you listen to me.

Because they wait... and they wait and they wait.

Then they strike.

I could've stopped him.

No, you couldn't have.

I could've stopped him.

And you know what? When you make detective,

I'm your reference.

Hey, I got your stuff.

Can I get a hit of that, too?

Woo!

Who're you taking to Rio?

Don't worry about it.

Hey, let's, uh, do some more.

Have you ever had... feelings for a customer?

Early on, but...

No, no... no.

I said "no", you fucking weirdo.

I'm not a fucking weirdo.

Fucking weirdo...

Cold, but still good.

No, I'm good.

Try it.

You havin' any luck with those drivers' licenses?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

Can't we just go after all of them?

Not enough men. Not enough time.

You know, the truth is,

our time is probably up.

That's cheery.

Yeah.

I think I'm gonna call it.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Tomorrow's today.

Then I guess I'll see you guys later today.

Fuck!

Fuck!

This is an Amber Alert

for Rachelle Fennel, answering to Ricki.

I repeat, this is an Amber Alert for Rachelle Fennel,

answering to Ricki.

Ricki's five foot two, 120 pounds.

Sixteen years old...

African American female,

last seen wearing a yellow gray camouflage dress on Elm Street..

That's Rachelle Fennel, answering to Ricki.

Prime suspect is a white male...

Shit!

Julia acted tough, but really,

she was just such a sweetie, you know.

Everybody loved her.

And poor Anthony. Wha-what's going to happen to him?

Social Services will take care of him.

There's nothing else you remember about the guy,

the suspect?

Like I'd seen him.

He always paid cash. He was weird.

Most of our guys are, right?

'Cause we're a little bit more, like, I mean,

we get a, we get the different guys.

Thank you.

Thanks.

So we got a sex worker killed with a short blade

from a switch knife.

No, I think it's a multi-tool.

This is our guy.

Yeah, but our guy, he-he-he's thorough.

He's meticulous.

This-this seems so sloppy.

Yeah, he's changing his own rules.

Let's go back to the station.

I know that we're missing something.

Yeah.

Go ahead, answer it.

I can't talk right now.

You could've told me that earlier.

I've been sittin' here all night.

I'm in the middle of a case right now.

I can't talk.

Look, I really value communication, but I feel...

Look, I'm sorry I missed our dinner.

Let's talk tomorrow.

Okay.

Pissed you're blowin' him off, huh?

...wrap up their first series

victory at the end of June.

The youngsters get a chance to sign an autograph

before today's ballgame...

Where's the cleaning supplies?

Back corner.

I'll take a packet of cigs and, uh...

two bottles of whiskey.

Yeah.

You read this filth?

Who are you, my mother?

How do you fuckin' look at yourself in the mirror?

It's a free country still.

These girls are barely 18.

Forty-eight fifty.

Here's Joe Panik.

He's over one...

You celebratin' alone tonight?

Hey, that's okay. Not everybody has friends.

Splinter in the dirt.

Ninety-two on that one, could not get [indistinct].

The syringe.

Huh?

I want to know where that needle came from.

Not just its contents.

Let's have the syringe analyzed.

Uh... why don't we just call it an even 50.

Right?

You're not going to check it?

No, I'll make it work. And sorry about before.

You're totally right, I really shouldn't read this shit.

Fuckin depraved.

Yeah.

It is.

- O-kay. - Fuck!

Whoa, whoa! No, wait, wait, wait.

Second pitch on its way.

It's a ground ball.

He really can't get a read

from gunthrie...

He's been all over the place. With one today,

he'll have to take the series to San Francisco...

Then you go on to the next series.

And keep that momentum going.

Bingo!

We've got him, Parks.

You were right.

It is a school-issued syringe from a science class,

not a medical standard.

And... one of our drivers

is a high school science teacher at Rivendell.

Wait! Where Ricki's a student?

Could be a coincidence, could not.

But we're goin' anyway.

Now... now he lives in an apartment, right,

in-in-in a shitty part of town.

No, he's not doing this from an apartment.

He needs a place nice and quiet.

Yeah, you're right again, Parks.

But, you know, he owns a piece of land

in Linkin Woods. Real secluded.

We are gonna save this one.

Suspect sighted at

101 Parliament Road.

Sending officers now to apprehend the suspect.

That's less than a mile away from Linkin Woods.

We have to get there first.

Hi!

It's a police scanner. You can only listen.

[indistinct]

to Linkin Woods, for suspect Vince Luscombe,

sending a helicopter there immediately.

Copy that. We're in hot pursuit.

En route to location.

We'll be first on scene.

Send back-up and SWAT.

Listen...

Some things in...

some things in life...

they don't always seem good when they're happening but...

You know, take you and me, for instance.

Could be a blessing in disguise.

That's what this is...

Here, take this.

You first.

Trust me, you'll need it.

Hmm-mm.

Please just let me go.

I promise... that's what I'm gonna do.

Why?

Now they're gonna show you mugshots and sketches and...

and video surveillance.

You won't be able to confirm anything, that's the idea.

And then, we'll both... look back on this

and we'll thank each other. Hmm? Hmm.

Well... it's a start.

I can't fucking see.

- Oh, my eyes! - My eyes!

My eyes! I can't... I can't see.

Shhh.

Shh.

I said, I'm gonna let you go, but you have to calm down, okay.

Come on!

What's going on?

We're receiving fire.

Bring it up.

Please let me go.

Please.

They're here.

Help, help.

I'll fucking take [indistinct], all right?

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Parks!

Get back.

Sgt. Corbucci, stand down.

SWAT's on the way. Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen!

Shit.

All right, ready?

Again?

Help, help, somebody help me.

- She's still alive. - Shit!

Gun is on the ground!

Somebody, please help!

He's hunkered down in a cabin with a hostage.

We need backup now.

Woo!

Ah!

They'll be here soon enough.

Soon isn't soon enough. And you know that.

Fuck you.

All right. All right.

We're gonna wait 15 minutes, five minutes. We're gonna...

We don't have 15 minutes.

- We don't have five minutes. - Yes, we do!

Bah!

Fuck, yes!

We will stand down and wait for backup.

Guy's got a fuckin' arsenal in there.

Captain, we're in position but we're pinned.

This guy has bombs scattered all throughout his property.

We can't just wait. We have to go in there.

Parks, no, we have to wait for backup.

There's no time.

You do what you're told.

We have to go.

She is not worth it.

I'm goin' in there.

I said I'm goin' in there.

Parks...

Oh, God!

I'm gonna kill you.

Parks!

Parks, get back here!

SWAT, follow the white rocks!

It's the pathways around the mines.

Oh my God, I hate school.

Shit, I can't be late for Spanish.

We already speak Spanish.

Exactly. Easy A. Bye.

Bye.

Don't forget to give me back my geometry book.

I got you.

You're good.

Shit.

What's going on?

I just... dropped my books.

What House are you in?

Cooper, sir.

What are you doing over here?

Just getting a book.

- Is everything all right? - Yeah.

I'm just gettin' over something.

Yeah, uh, come, come here.

- What's your name? - Uh, Ricki.

Ricki.

You know where the nurse's office is?

Yeah.

Head straight there, okay.

Thanks.

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