All language subtitles for Pretty Hard Cases s02e01 Pencil Skirts.eng

(guns cocking)

(Sam): ShotTipper registered,
multiple shots fired.

Secure the perimeter.
(man, over radio): Copy.

We go in easy.
Follow my lead.

Decent neighborhood,
good people.

Good people. Excellent people.
Do you know these people?

Marshall Court's where
Keegan and I

ran our community
program for five years,

so yeah,
I know the place.

Absolutely. I apologize.
You take the lead.

Yeah, thank you.

(loud blasts)

(panting): Bob, what's
your position?

(Bob, over radio):
Perimeter secured.

Going in on three.

Three...
- They're going on three...

On two. On one. Go!

(blasts continue)

(blasts and exclamations)

(man): Alright, team,
stand down.

(revellers laughing
and exclaiming)

That is definitely not a gun.

(sighing): They're shooting
fireworks at one another?

Okay, guys, party's over!

Sorry, Bob,
you guys can go home.

Thanks to ShotTipper,
another false alarm.

(Sam): It's not really like
a false alarm,

it's more just like,
a different alarm.

It's not a Guns and Gangs
alarm so PSR will handle it.

Okay. Okay!
Okay.

Hello there, my friends.

Just so you know, you could've
really hurt your comrade there.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Hey! Crystal!
What's up?

(Sam): I know the teen hormone.
- Go, you guys! Go!

(Sam): But safety is not a what?
What is it not?

Let me hear you say it.

It is not a... joke.

That's right. We don't want to--
- Sam! Look out, Sam, look out!

(bystanders): Whoa!

(Duff): Richie, get out of here!

(Richie): Whoa!
- Go home, Richie. Now!

Did you just aim that
at me, young man?

Is that what just happened?

We're just playing war.

Pyrotechnics,
it is not a toy.

Safety is not a joke.
- Let me handle it.

Yo, chill. Chill.
(Sam): Listen, I just would like

to talk to you.
(Richie): Relax!

That's it, I just- No,
listen. Get back here, please!

Sam, will you just let me
take... the lea--

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

(Sam): Hello! Please, do not be
afraid of me!

I would just like to talk
to you. I am an ally!

Wha-- Kelly?

Didn't I tell you
to go home?

Can I just go? Come on, man.

(Sam): Listen, young man,
I have raised a boy, okay?

So I know exactly what is
going on here

and if you would just
let me help--

But I'm just gonna let Kelly
take the lead here, so...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

(dog barks in the distance)

(Kelly sighs): Richie,

if I catch you shooting
those things again at people,

I'm gonna grab you
and bring you in myself,

make you do more
community service.

You hear me?

- Yeah.
- Alright.

Go on.
Get outta here.

And go home!

How'd I do?
Like, any better?

Not bad, not bad.

But don't feel the need to
announce the whole ally thing.

- Yes, yes.
- You know?

But progress is good.
- Okay.

It's not bad.
- Good.

♪ Birds of a feather
flock together ♪

♪ Yes they do ♪

♪ Yes ♪

(laughter)

♪ Here we go ♪

(woman): We see you, Kelly.

(Duff chuckles)

I was just playing.
I'm kidding!

Hey, baby sis!
- Hey!

Look at you!

Oh!
(Adriana): Oh, good to see you!

I don't see you enough.

(sighing): Karina...

(laughter)

Ah! I'm surprised you even
bothered to show up.

Well, you said it was
important, so, I'm here.

So, what's up?
Did someone die?

- Ah.
- Don't ask me.

Oh, uh, we ordered
without you,

are you gonna have
something?

I don't know,
what's the fastest?

What?

I gotta go to work.

Uh, excuse me,

can I just get the breakfast
sandwich, please?

Thank you.

Oh, be careful.

If the wind changes,
your face'll stay that way.

(chuckling)

God, Mom used to scare me
with that all the time.

Remember when she would
wet her finger a--

And put it up in the air!

Okay, so, are you gonna
tell me why you...

graced Toronto with
your presence?

Okay.

I'm just gonna say it.
Uh.

(clears throat)

I'm pregnant.
- Oh my God.

Karina, are you serious?

Yeah.

I've been doing IVF, and...

after the third time,
it worked.

I'm pregnant.

(Adriana): I can't believe it.

This is so incredible.
Because guess what?

I'm pregnant.

Get out.

I wasn't gonna tell you guys

because Larissa
wanted us to wait

till I was in
the second trimester,

but... oh my God we're gonna be
raising babies together!

(happy exclamations)

Wow. Ha. This, it's... wow.
That's a lot. That's...

That's a lot of babies
at one time.

(Adriana): Yeah!

I think you owe me
100 bucks, Kelly.

You always said you'd be
the first one to be pregnant.

Yeah, well,

just too bad she picks
such dickhead boyfriends.

Ah... What are you
talking about?

Um, Len Grierson?

Oh my God, he was horrible.

Okay. Okay, they were not
all that bad.

There was that one good one.

Nathan...

Hm. And where he at?

Nathan!
(Adriana snickers)

It didn't work out.

And yes, I know, I'm...
bad at relationships.

Anyway,

now I don't need to have babies

because Aunt Kelly can just
borrow the two of yours, right?

Congratulations.

Ah, yes, please, let's eat,
shall we?

Thank you.

I will be honest,
I'm hoping I have twins.

(Karina): Nuh-uh, not me. No.
But I do want a little girl.

Oh, yes!

(Adriana and Karina conversing
indistinctly)

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

(horn sounding)

- Oh, well, jeez!
- Yeah.

- It was-it was your turn.
- I thought so.

I got us a dark roast
from Somalia.

- Oh, that's nice.
- Yeah.

That's a goo-
Medium from the Andes.

Okay.

(both stuttering)

(both laughing)
Do we...

Do you want me to...

Just... let's...
- Should we sit?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

(Naz grunts)

I'm gonna take this one and--
- Yeah.

Yeah, right? Yeah.

Oh, that's good.
- This is nice too.

- It's really good.
- It's, like, chocolatey.

There's chocolate in here.
- Yeah, kinda nutty, right?

Yeah, like, n-- like,
nutty smokey.

Smokey, that's the word

I was thinking about.
- Was it?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

(siren in the distance)

Maybe it would give, like,
the nice type of coffee breath.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Maybe.

Yeah.
- Could I smell you-- it?

The-- your breath?

You want to smell
my coffee breath?

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Oh, that's not bad.

- Is it?
- It's really good.

- Reall-- How--
- Smell mine, smell mine.

(exhaling)

- Very nice.
- Is it?

Hey! What's up, my peoples?

Oh, is that for me?
- Well, su--

- Thank you!
- Sure.

Oh, that's bitter as hell.

Tastes like asparagus piss.
(Sam): That's nice.

Come on, we got this meeting
in five minutes.

- Okay.
- Alright.

Um... okay, well...

Great. I mean,
I'll see you later.

Yeah. Actually,
I gotta go this way too,

it's the best way into
the building.

Oh, yeah. Of course!

Funny.

- We'll...
- Yeah.

...say goodbye again,
but like, inside.

We could do it inside too.

- Indoors.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- There's no rule on

how many times you get to
say goodbye.

- I guess not.
- Right?

- Okay, here we go.
- Thank you.

- How was breakfast?
- Great.

Egg sandwich with a side of
the same old criticism.

My God, I get you.

Being around family
makes me feel perpetually 12.

I am so glad that my mother
lives in Florida.

Yeah, with your son.

I can't believe you live in that
big house by yourself,

yet you and Naz are still
having dates on a bench

outside of work.

Have you even kissed
the boy yet?

We were going to and then,
you rudely beaver-dammed me.

Is that what you call it,
is it beaver-damming?

You were on a bench
outside of work,

everyone and their dog
could've beaver-dammed you.

Ooh! If it was a dog
it'd be hump-halting,

or a cooch-pooching.

You do realize
in this scenario,

you are the dog,
right?

The point I'm trying to make is
you need to get that man alone.

Listen, he is fresh out of
a marriage.

(Duff pants)
I am letting him set the pace.

Good morning, DS Michaels.
- Morning, Sam.

Good morning, Kelly.
- Morning, Michaels.

On page number 13... yes, 13,

- item number 16
- A, the statistics speak for themselves.

The gunfire detection software

ShotTipper is saving
time and money.

Yeah, but ShotTipper registers
every loud noise

as gunfire, sir.
Last night, it was fireworks.

Yeah, and the other day,
it was a car backfiring.

Why target Marshall Court?

I think they're lucky
to have ShotTipper.

It's a high-crime area.

It's a decent neighbourhood.

They don't deserve to have
a full SWAT team show up

every time a kid decides
to set off a firecracker.

(Watts): At people.

They were setting them off...
at people.

Didn't you almost
have a hole

burned into the back of your
head, Wazowski?

- I wouldn't say, like, a hole--
- Well, technically,

it was almost... the ShotTipper
that got her killed.

(hesitating): Right.

Well... you've probably
noticed, sir, that

Detective Duff and I have a bit
of a mind-meld happening here.

We're kind of like, I don't
know how to say it,

two peas in a pod.

It's more like yin and yang
than peas in a pod.

Yeah, but we're aligned, we
finish each other's sentences.

No, we don't finish each
other's thoughts...

Sentences.

Oh my God, she just
did that on purpose.

You did that on purpose.
- I did not do it on purpose.

(overlapping chatter)

Stop!
(Duff): I know what I was--

Can we focus, please?

Y-yes, sir.

Yes, and my point is,

that Marshall Court is
a marginalized neighborhood,

they don't trust us,
now we're spying on them.

Oh my gosh, you took the words

right out of my mouth.
That's what I was thinking.

(Michaels): I hear you. Okay?

I'm a numbers person.
Math is my strong suit.

In the last five years,

65% of the shootings,
basically two thirds,

took place in
68 and 44 Divisions.

If this is where the guns are,

this is where ShotTipper's
going to take us.

Does that make sense?

I'm going to see to it that

our incident numbers are down

and our budget numbers are up.

Because that's what I'm hired
to do. Okay?

Okay.

Moving on to item number 16B.

Okay, uh, yes,

we are making progress with
the Pandilla Quince Gang

out of Mexico that are making
inroads up here.

I want you to bring
Drug Squad in on this.

- Ow.
- Oh, wow! Uh, we'd love to

but...
(both): Can't.

Until the investigation into

McConnell and Davidson is
wrapped up,

we've been asked to
stay away.

Actually, McConnell

and Davidson are packing up
their desks as we speak.

(Duff): There they go.
Twip and Twerp.

- Two peas in a pod.
- Uh-huh.

- Don't get too choked up, Duff.
- Oh, that's...

See you soon, ladies.

So, you got them axed?

The Union argued that

we didn't have enough evidence
to let them go...

(Duff scoffs)
...but felt that everyone would

be better served if
we moved them to B&E.

What?! We're shuffling
the problem

underneath someone else's rug?
- Pretty much.

But it's the best I could do.

So, how do we know DS Michaels
wasn't shuffled under our rug?

Well, actually,

I-I've been tracking his career
since I joined the force,

he originated
the five-point plan,

he just, he really does,
he has a stellar reputation.

Oh, oh, wait, if McConnell
and Davidson are gone,

does this mean I can bring, uh,
Naz into the airport sting?

Be my guest.

- Okay.
- No, I am not about to hang out

with you
and your boyfriend all day!

Well, I would never ask you
to... we're not...

that's not what's happening.

It is exactly
what's happening!

Twice this month,
Federal Border Security found

two keys of pink cocaine taped
to the inside of the garbage can

in the passenger bathroom

on the same Glide Air flight
from Mexico.

FBS left those drugs in place,

hoping to see who was taking
them off the plane,

but... no luck.

Yeah, it's not a passenger

because FBS doesn't board
for inspection

until after they've left.

Which means...
- Flight crew.

Both flights in question had

two of the same
flight attendants.

Lorraine Lennon, 29... single,

has been with Glide Air
for about a year.

And Brice Roberts, 35,
also single,

just recovering from
a bankruptcy.

Have we tapped their phones?

(Sam): No, um, but that's...

that's where you guys
are gonna come in.

We have the warrant,

but the phone company
is gonna take ages

to get us their phone numbers.

Yeah, and-and who knows
how much they're gonna smuggle

while we wait.

But, if we go in
as flight attendants,

make nice, get a hold of
their phones,

and use them to call into
the intelligence line, then...

Then we have their numbers

and we can tack them
onto the warrant.

- Yeah.
- Yeah,

and we can stay up on
those phones

as long as they
use them.

I like it.
When do we start?

Well, uh, we've got
the clearance badges.

Uniforms are on their way.

Oh, but no, we'll handle it.

I- You know, I'm sure
you're busy

with a whole...
lot of...

DS work to do.
- Oh, no, no, no.

That's not how I run things.

Shanks pulled me over here
to see how this team works,

so I go out with the team.

You can't ignore me forever,
Duff.

So, flight attendants, huh?

I like it.
Love the uniforms.

Cute little blazers,
little hats...

Right? So professional,
so stylish.

So uncomfortable.

How the hell we supposed to walk
in these things?

I don't know. Who invented
the pencil skirt

and are they still alive because
I need to have words with them.

Uh. So oppressive. So... toxic!

I mean, do the male flight
attendants have to wear these?

No, they don't. They get to
wear pants with a loose crotch.

No, it looks good.
You did a f-- You d--

Well...

Wow. You two look great.

- Thank you.
- See, look at us.

Two peas in a pod.

(sighing): Say that again

and I'll make you
a black-eyed pea, Wazowski.

Ooh, like Fergie?
Like her? Can I be her?

Can I be that one?
I love her.

She's amazing.
- Of course you do.

She can really move.
And you know what?

I actually am
an incredible dancer.

(Duff snickers)

(intercom beeping)

(woman over PA): Passengers
on flight 721...

- Hey. - ...your gate has changed

to Gate 5. Passengers
on flight 721,

your gate has changed
to Gate 5.

- Ah. Comms are in there.
- Great.

Duff and Wazowski are
in position.

(Naz sighs)

So...

You and Duff, huh?

What about me and Duff?

Uh, just that, uh...

it's been a minute since
you guys worked together.

I'm a professional.

I can compartmentalize.

Probably harder for you,
working with Wazowski.

I have no issue
working with Sam.

Okay, but you do
get kinda quiet.

Your voice goes all soft.

(high-pitched):
See, that's not...

(clears throat): ...that's
not... that's not true.

- It's nice.
- Nice.

(scoffing):
I don't want to be nice.

I'm always described as nice.

Or sweet. Cute.

Charming. A joy to be around.

But what about, you know,
strong, firm, manly?

Nah, that's old-school.

Modern-day women want
modern-day men.

Like us.

Yeah, well,

I don't think Sam and I have

a modern-day anything
at this point.

I don't want to rush her,
you know?

Yeah, I feel you.

If I had my time back,

I probably would've taken things
slower with Kelly.

- Mm.
- Gabrielle is great,

but I still think about...

(Duff, over radio): Hey, guys,

you know this is a two-way
this time. Right?

Oh, wow! Yeah, no, we were,
uh... (laughing uncomfortably)

We were just making sure that
you were listening.

Oh, we were listening.

Very nice.
- And manly.

Very, very manly.

(woman): Anthony,

admit it, you take this flight
to spend more time with me.

True. Can't wait to
take you to my place in Cancun.

Keep talking. I'll walk you
to baggage claim.

I don't have baggage.

Handsome man, no baggage?
Marry me.

(Anthony): Oh, I plan on it.

At least Lorraine
can walk in this skirt.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mm. Brice is a little jumpy.

Alright, let's go.
(woman over PA): Flight 217

to Winnipeg is boarding now
at Gate 40.

Flight 217 to Winnipeg is
boarding now at Gate 40.

(Duff winces)
(Lorraine): Anthony is

so romantic, and incredibly
smart and ambitious...

Oh yeah?
Why's he flying steerage?

Ugh! I love that he doesn't
fly business class,

that's, like, so
not pretentious.

Wouldn't want to date someone
up to your mother's standards.

Please, I'm not up to
my mother's standards.

Hm.
(sighing): No one is.

(PA beeping)
(woman): Flight 821 for Orlando

is now boarding at Gate 7.

Flight 821 for Orlando is
boarding at Gate 7.

(Lorraine sighs contentedly)

(woman over PA):

Now boarding flight 272.

Ugh. Tsk.

Just relationships, you know?
Ugh. So hard.

Pff. I know the feeling.

It's taken me, like, 10 years
to meet a decent guy.

Me too!

And this guy I'm seeing?
He is so sweet.

He's really cute.
He's really nice.

(Lorraine): So, what's
the problem?

He sounds like a dream.

I want him to make a move,

but... he can't seem to take
the next step.

(Lorraine):
Uh-huh. Listen to me,

you have to make
the move.

Look, I am dating
the most amazing guy.

I met him, I liked him,
I went for it,

and now, I'm going to
meet him in Cancun.

You pursued him?

Oh my God!

You're so courageous.
- Well,

my mom always taught me
to be a feminist.

Although, between you and me,
I'm kind of a bad feminist,

'cause I'm saving up
for a boob job.

Feminists can get boob jobs.

- Right?
- Right.

Thank you! Especially 'cause
I'm, like, doing it for myself.

'Cause Anthony likes me
the way I am.

Uh-huh.

Go, go, go--
(horn blaring)

Ugh!
- Mm.

- Man, bench him, would you?
- Okay? Tell me about it.

Useless.
(phone chiming)

Useless.

- Oh, no, thanks.
- Are you seeing this?

No, thanks.

Alright, here we go.

It is so fun to talk to you.

Lemme give you my number
so that we can stay in touch.

- I would love that.
- Yes!

- Here.
- Okay.

Oh, you know what?
You have to put in your...

pass-
- Oh, it's just, uh,

it's true love...
- Okay.

...is the password.

It's like, 8783...
- Yeah.

Just, true love.

You're gonna give it to
a stranger?

Ugh. Everyone knows
my password.

I've had it since I was, like,
a teenager.

(chuckling)

True love.

Oh, you're, like,
a real romantic.

Well, true love is the answer
to everything.

(telephone ringing)

(soft beeping)

(chiming)

(Nathan): We've got it.

I'm Sam, by the way.

So, I'm on a flight
in a couple of hours

and then, I'm back in
the morning. What about you?

I have a flight
in an hour to Miami.

(gasping): Super jelly.

(Lorraine chuckles)

(Brice): Hit it!

Oh my God, guys!
(Duff grunts)

You're not the only one
on the court!

- Crazy.
- I know.

(telephone ringing)

(soft beeping)

(chiming)

We're in.

Excuse me.
Can you hand me a napkin?

Uh, yeah.

- Thank you... so much.
- There you go.

We gotta make a play
instead of chucking threes.

Tell them that.

You have a good one.

I've got to run.

Okay. Well, good luck with
your guy.

- Thanks.
- Oh, and remember, be brave.

- I will.
- Okay.

- Bye!
- Bye!

(Naz): Wow, yeah. Right.
- Hey.

ShotTipper picked up gunfire
in Marshall Court.

(sighing): Again?
- Yeah. Team's heading out.

Okay, I-I can go.

No, no. I'll do it.

Besides, I have a friend
over there I want to see anyway.

Hey.

(makes smacking noises)

Get down.

(Duff chuckling)

(clearing throat): Are, uh,
you... doing anything tonight?

- No. Are you?
- No.

(phone ringing on line)

(Lorraine): Hey, Mom!

(mother): Lorraine, you haven't
returned my calls in three days

(Lorraine):
Sorry, I've been busy.

I met a guy.

(mother):
Great. Does he have a job?

(Lorraine):
Yes, he has a good job.

He works for a software company
and he travels.

(mother): Travellers are
cheaters. Trust me.

(phone ringing on line)

Oh, hang on.

Brice is getting a call.

(woman):
Brice, do we have a plan?

(Brice): I land at 10 tomorrow.
I'll come straight to you.

Make sure
nobody's following you.

(woman): See you then.

Okay, that's gotta be
our guy.

He lands at 10 and we can
be there to get him.

Yeah.

Oh, it's been a... long day.
You're probably tired.

No, actually.
Uh, I'm not, are you?

No, I'm not tired at all.

That's great because I need
someone to sit down with me,

take notes, while I design a bit
of a five-pointer

on the Malvern Heights guys.

Oh. Yeah, sure, uh...

Oh, like, right now.

Right now.
(Sam): Oh, okay! Yeah.

Sure. No problem. Bye.

Yeah, I'll uh...
see you tomorrow.

See ya.

(blasts and laughter)

(Duff): Alright, alright, kids,
come on, let's clear out.

I said, let's go home!

(teen): Aw!
(Duff scoffs)

Alright, send your boys home.

This ShotTipper
is pissing me off.

Sorry about that, guys.

Thank you!

(sighing)

(police siren in the distance)

(knocking)

Keegan?

What do you want, Kell?

I came to talk to Crystal.

What are you doing here?

I'm here visiting a friend,
what are you doing here?

Hey.

I ain't got nothing
to say to you.

You're not loyal to him,
you're not loyal to us.

Who are you loyal to, Kelly?

So, you're gonna believe
what he has to say

without hearing
my side of things?

You could've come around
to explain your side,

but nuh-uh, nah.

You waited till you had to come
with the rest of your squad.

Guns out.

This ShotTipper thing is
ridiculous, and you know it.

She's right.

You guys are asking
for trouble.

(sighing): Right. And cops
are the bad guys, huh?

Yet you're hanging out
with Jeff Keegan?

(Keegan): What?
Did you forget, Kell?

I'm not a cop.

(exhales abruptly)

(Duff): She didn't even like
Keegan,

I mean, I had to convince her
to work with him.

And now, they're sleeping
together?

I don't know,
maybe she's lonely.

Nah, Crystal fights
for the underdog.

He told her...

he told her I cost him
his job.

I cost him his job?

No, no. He's playing
innocent victim.

Mm. She'll find out
the hard way.

(woman over PA): Flight 217
to Winnipeg is boarding now

at Gate 40.

Okay, here we go.

(woman): ...217 to Winnipeg
is boarding now...

Oh! God! These skirts are
a metaphor.

They prevent women
from taking big strides.

Forces us to take baby-steps.

And yet we get there.

- Oh, hey, you!
- Hey!

So, did you make a move?

- D-- Uh... I chickened out.
- Oh! Do it! Come on!

I'm seeing Anthony tonight.

Oh my God! That is so great!
Um, where's your bag?

Oh, I just travel with
my ID and my toothbrush.

That's all I need?

I mean, I used to travel with
so much stuff on all my trips,

but what's the point?
Baggage just weighs you down.

(Sam): Yeah.

Oh my God, Lorraine, I'm
so sorry, I gotta go.

- Okay.
- Okay!

- Bye!
- Bye.

- Do it, do it, do it...
- I'm gonna do it!

Do it, do it, do it!
(Sam): Doin' it!

(funky music)

(whispering): Oh, excuse me,

sir, I think you dropped this.

I don't think so.

Look, I'd be happy to keep it,

but it did fall out
your pocket.

You don't have to
tell me twice.

(inhaling deeply): Ah.

(both chuckling)

I got the bag.
(Naz): Nice!

Okay.

Let's see...
what Brice is packing.

- Wow.
- Y-yes.

- Brice likes to party, huh?
- Yep, he... yes.

Um... Alright, uh, just,
can you hold that?

Thank you.
- Oh, wow. Wow.

I-I'm not finding any
pink cocaine in here.

FBS confirmed there were drugs
on the plane,

but they're not there now...

someone... must've...
got them off.

Hi.

(softly): Alright, you got it?

No! There's no drugs
in the bag.

This is just sex toys.

Are you following me?
Who hired you?

No. I'm not following anybody.

Was it her husband?

Candice told me he had her
followed before.

(Duff sighs)

If it's not Brice,
it-it's gotta be Lorraine.

But she didn't have
a suitcase on her,

I don't know how she would've
got the drugs off the plane.

I do. Oh.

Oh. Oh!

Can you tell that I have
anything between my legs?

Can you, huh?
No, you cannot.

You want to know why?
Because of this stupid skirt!

She doesn't need a suitcase
because she is the suitcase.

Duff! Yeah. It's Lorraine.

Yeah, we gotta catch her
before she leaves the airport!

Let's go!

Okay, seriously, dude, I don't
know what you're talking about.

But this Candice,
she's trouble.

Lots of people have affairs,
you know!

It's not illegal!

♪ "Pump It"
by The Black Eyed Peas plays ♪

♪ Pump it, louder! Pump it,
louder! Pump it, louder! ♪

(Sam): Lorraine!

♪ Turn up the radio,
blast the stereo... ♪

Oof.

(gasping): Uh!

♪ Niggas wanna hate on us,
Niggas be envious ♪

♪ And I know why they
hating on us, why? ♪

♪ Cause that's
so fabulous ♪

(Duff):
Lorraine?

Lorraine!

♪ Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, let's get it on ♪

♪ Move it!
Come on baby, do it! ♪

♪ (Vocalizing) ♪

♪ On the stere-ere-ere-ere-o ♪

♪ Let the speakers
blow your mind ♪

♪ Blow my mind, baby ♪

♪ Just let it go, let it go,
here we go ♪

♪ (Vocalizing) ♪

♪ On the radi-adi-adi-adi-o ♪

♪ The system's
gonna feel so fine ♪

♪ Pump it, louder! Pump it,
louder! Pump it, louder! ♪

♪ Pump it, louder!
Pump it, louder! ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Lorraine Lennon, can we talk?

Hi. D-- I didn't do
anything... that...

You're a cop?

(breathless): Yeah, I am.

And you need to come
with us.

Uh... Don't take me
to the police station,

I'll give you whatever
you want right here.

Great, I'll take the cocaine
that's between your legs.

Okay, fine.

(exasperated exhale)

Oh, oh, oh, Lorraine,
not here.

I knew that I shouldn't
have gotten involved with this,

but... I did and I'm sorry.

I am not touching that.

Thank you.

Okay, so, I'm just gonna--

- Hey, you're actually...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

...very much under arrest.
Stay put.

(door buzzer sounding)

Oh, God! Yes!

(grunting)

It feels so good to be out of
the shackles of that skirt.

You agree?
- Ugh, yes.

I like big strides
and I cannot lie.

(grunting): You want to take
a big stride

or do you want to keep going
through life

being tied at the ankles?
(Duff sighs)

Well, to be honest,

I thought agreeing to smuggle
cocaine was... a big stride.

It is, really.
She's right.

Yeah, but it's a big stride
in the wrong direction.

She's right too.

Yeah. So, I just-- I won't
do it again, I promise!

Uh, okay.

Um, Lorraine, how about you
tell me who you are working for.

I don't know.

- Who's paying you?
- Don't know.

They leave the cash
after I drop the package.

And where do you drop
the package?

Um... Stasher locker
at the airport.

Alright. Keep talking.

(sighing)

Locker 27.
I set the password.

Which is?

What's the answer to
everything?

It's true love.

(both chuckling)

Okay. It's her words, not mine.

Oh, right, okay.

And you don't know
who you're doing this for?

No. Lo--

Look, this... really
scary-sounding guy,

he called my hotel room
in Mexico

and he knew stuff about me.
Embarrassing stuff.

And he said he would pay me
5000$ a trip. I had no choice.

Just... please don't tell
my mother about this.

Your mother's
none of our business.

Well... well, she kind of is.

She's the Deputy Mayor.

Do you kn--
Do you know her?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Their drug runner's mother
is Deputy Mayor Marley Briggs?

How did they not know this?

Lorraine has her father's
last name,

the connection
didn't come up.

This is a nightmare!

I can't believe that
this is happening!

I have a vote this week on your
budget, if this gets out--

Your daughter is
smuggling drugs

for the Pandilla Quince.
She stays in our custody.

She can't.

Lorraine is a diabetic.

You have to let her go.

We can't.

These are serious charges.

She is cooperating,
right, Commander?

She's given my detectives
some information

which may or may not
pan out.

She will tell you
whatever it is that she knows,

but honestly,
it may not pan out.

Look, I love her,
but she's a nitwit!

She's incredibly naive,
and she always has been.

She lends money to strangers,

she gives out her passwords.

She is being taken advantage of.

She is a victim here,
she is not a criminal.

Deputy Mayor,
we'll see what we can do.

Commander, you can
leave this with me.

(plane engines approaching)

You think he's gonna show?

Oh, yeah, he'll show.

Then, we'll arrest him.

And Lorraine'll get a free pass.

Ah. I bet living
with her mother

is anything but
a free pass.

You know, just because
she has money

doesn't mean
her life's peachy.

Yeah, but she still
doesn't need to sell drugs.

Well, nobody needs
to sell drugs.

Maybe not.

Some people do it 'cause
they gotta eat.

Yeah.

Others do it 'cause they
want to piss mommy off

or because mommy will
cover it up if they get caught.

Are you talking about
Elliot?

Are you?

Because I didn't cover it up.

I didn't!

They investigated him,

they didn't find
enough evidence.

And he was really helpful...

He was very...
Privileged is what he was.

And you know it.

Okay.
Okay.

Here's a question though,
Elliot aside,

like, is it not right for me
to be friends with someone

who's entitled and privileged,
like, say, Lorraine?

You can like her
all you want.

Oh! Wait a minute!

You and Lorraine are
the two peas in a pod.

Oh my-- No!

No, we are not!

No, we're not! W-we're not!
- Yes.

Did the Deputy Mayor
calm down?

Yes, thankfully.

Once I got Lorraine released
on her own recognizance.

You what?

Her mother's gonna
keep her at home.

She's not going anywhere.

We don't even know that

her tip is gonna amount to
anything!

She's a diabetic.
She's hypoglycemic.

We don't want her to die
on our watch.

We need her back
in the morning,

and she's still facing charges.
Am I clear?

As glass.

Alright.
Here we go.

Okay, can you see who it is?

Can you see?
(Duff): Uh...

I can't-I can't tell.

(Sam): Oh my God.
It's Anthony.

- Who?
- Anthony.

Lorraine's boyfriend,
the guy from the airport.

Of course it is.

Alright. Let's get ready.

When he gets his hands on
the drugs,

then, we'll head over...

What is wrong with this idiot,
can he not spell "true love"?

Why isn't he taking the drugs?

We can't arrest him if
he doesn't take the drugs.

Take it easy, take it easy.
Wait...

What's happening?

Hey!

Hey!

(indistinct chatter
over police radio)

Tell me you've found something
on this Anthony guy.

Oh, yeah. Anthony Lewin,

aka Antonio Barranco,

wanted for drug trafficking

and illegal gun possession
in the U.S.

And possible ties to
the Pandilla Quince.

One thing I can say about
Lorraine, she's a good liar.

I really did believe she didn't
know who was doing this.

She may not have known.

He could be totally
manipulating her.

Well, Anthony's
Premium Flyer Miles address is

223 Berskin, apartment 411.

I just got a call
from Deputy Mayor Briggs.

Lorraine has disappeared.

What do you mean
she disappeared?

You let her go home
with her mother?

Boss...
- Look, I know. I--

I did not have a choice.

And now we've got
bigger fish to fry.

Because Briggs thinks that
Lorraine has been taken.

Are we still up on her phone?

Yeah. I'll do you one better.

I've still got
her GPS tracking up.

(grunting): She is now
at... 223 Berskin Ave.

Anthony's...

But if he knows she talked
to the cops--

She's as good as dead.
Let's go.

I need a unit out
at 223 Berskin, right now!

(Duff): PJ, what's the update?

We checked Anthony's
apartment.

He's not in there.

No sign of Lorraine, either?

Locator says she's still
at this address.

We covered the doors,
swept the hallway.

No one went in, or out.

Are you sure you checked
everywhere?

(PJ): Yeah.
They're not in there.

Unless they're hiding in
the ceiling tiles.

That's it.

(both): They're on the roof.

(Sam): See, I told you we finish
each other's sentences.

Anthony!
- Stop!

Let me go,
or I'll push her off.

I will. I swear to God.
(screaming)

No, no, no, no, no.
You're not gonna do that.

Nobody has to get hurt, okay?
Just take it easy.

Do it, Anthony.
Throw me away!

Throw me!
(sobbing)

(Lorraine screams)

(Duff): Freeze! In pursuit!
Suspect's on the move!

I'm 10-80! Suspect's on
the south entrance!

(man over radio): Copy.

I guess true love isn't always
the answer.

(Duff in the distance): Freeze!

(panting): "True love" isn't
always the answer.

Like, for example, it wasn't
the answer to the locker code.

Anthony knows
I tell everyone my password,

so he made me choose
something else.

And I told him that if I ever
used "true love" as a code,

it means there's a problem.

- Yeah.
- Clever, right?

He loves me.

Yeah. I guess "throw me away"
was also a code?

Yeah. You're not as dumb
as you look.

I don't know.

I kind of am, Lorraine.
I think I'm super duper dumb.

'Cause here I thought you were
this sweet, kind person.

Standing by the door.

Blocking the way --

(Naz grunting)
(Lorraine screaming)

(Naz): Don't move!

(Lorraine panting)

Girlfriend,
I also speak code.

Hey.
- Hi.

Hey! Hey! Don't do it!

Put your hands up.
Get 'em up!

You gonna shoot me?

Nah. We're gonna bring you in
peacefully, without incident.

Just like we do.

If I were you,
I'd let me go.

If you apprehend me,
they'll retaliate.

Who is that?

The Pandilla Quince?

How many times do we have to
arrest you guys

before you get the hint?

Your funeral.
I warned you.

Yeah, you did. Come on.

(joyful humming and laughter)

Good work today, you two.

Thanks. So, what's the word
on Lorraine?

Detained. But now, I have to
tip-toe around my superiors

who'll want to offer her
a plea deal

because they're all afraid
we're gonna get our budget cut.

(Duff): Tiptoe nothing.

You're the boss.

Take big strides.

Yeah, I think we've all
had enough baby steps.

We're all ready
to spread our legs wide open.

(Duff sighs)
- No.

I was speaking
metaphorically.

See? This is what I'm saying.

'Cause no peas in my pod

would ever talk to our boss
like that.

Uh! I was speaking
in metaphors.

Peas, metaphor. Skirts,
what are they?

Oh, I don't know,
a metaphor!

And that's what we do now,
we metaphor!

Uh... Hey, Nathan?

You got a minute? I...

I nee- want to tell you
something.

Okay.

Uh...
(sighing): Okay. So...

I hate flying.

Hm. But I also know that
when you're on the plane,

you can't ride around
on the tarmac all day.

You know, you're on the plane,
you need to take off.

Uh... I'm not following.

Right, yeah, yeah. Okay,
uh...

(inhaling deeply): What I'm
trying to say is that...

it's not your fault...
that we didn't work out.

You shouldn't have taken things
slower.

I should have let it happen.

Look. I've never been good
at relationships.

And that's not on you,
that's on me, okay?

I want to end it with
Gabrielle.

She's great, I...

it's never going anywhere

as long as you're in
the picture.

So, the only question is...

are you in the picture?

Yeah.

I'm in the picture.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Can you give me a bit of time
to sort my stuff out?

Yeah. Okay.

(sighing with relief): Okay.

(softly): Alright.

(He clears his throat)

(door buzzer sounding)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, Duff.
- Hey.

ShotTipper went off again
over in Marshall Court.

(scoffing): Oh my God,
it's just fireworks!

I know, but someone from G&G's
gotta check it out.

I'll go with you.
- Oh, no.

Uh, I can do it.

Uniforms need a sergeant
over there anyway.

I'm working the night shift,
so...

it'll make the time
go faster.

Yeah, sure, Gabrielle.
After you.

(sighing)

- Hey.
- Hey.

You alright?

Yeah.

I'd like to have sex
with you.

And I'd like to do it
tonight.

Ah.

I have been thinking
about this for so long.

Really? 'Cause I thought that

you wanted to take it slow.
- Oh my God, no, no, no!

I thought you wanted
to take it slow.

- I don't.
- You don't? Okay. Let's just...

Yeah, take off--

Just grab-grab from the back!
Grab from the back!

- It's caught on my chin.
- Sorry.

- It's caught on my chin.
- Are you okay?

I don't want to--
- Pull, pull, pull.

Yeah, okay.
- There we go!

That's great! No, it's good.
Just really--

Okay.
- Okay.

Do you want to go upstairs

or do you want to do it
down here?

I feel like we should start
down here, couple good times,

and then, move on up?
- That's a really good idea.

- Right?
- Can I just say, "thank you"?

Yes. That's... amazing. Okay.
- Thank you.

How does this, uh...
- It's a double.

- Is that a double knot?
- It is. But then,

I have an extra-thick sockette
on as well.

- For sure.
- You're just gonna have to...

Samantha!

(Sam): Can you just ta--

Oh my God! Mom?!
- Wow.

Where is your dignity?

(Sam): Uh...
- Put your clothes on,

you dirty dogs.
The curtains aren't even closed.

- Uh... I'm so sorry, I, uh...
- This is, uh...

(clears throat): This is
Taai Nazeer, he's, uh...

he's my co-colleague.

Yeah, no, we-we work together.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Oh. So, this is what I get

for trying to surprise
my daughter.

I get some stranger's...
crotch in my face?

- I'm sorry. I'm gonna go, I--
- Yep.

- It's probably...
- Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah? Okay.

It was lovely to s--

spend time with you.
- Yeah. No, for sure.

We should...

(Sam): We're gonna.
- Yeah.

Bye.
- Bye.

What are you doing here?

My bunion surgery got
moved up.

I'm here for six weeks.

Uh. Elliot, he-he's supposed
to be with you, in Florida!

He is, he's taking such good
care of the place.

Him and sweet Jackie,
they're so cute.

Wow, it's bland in here,

Looks like it was decorated
by mannequins.

Thank you.

(dog barking)

(indistinct chatter on
police radio)

(Duff sighing)

(Gabrielle): No fireworks.

No, but there. Just look.

There are empty shells
all over this place.

Pff. Jeez.
- Well,

I'm glad I had
the excuse to come anyway.

I don't want things to be weird
because I'm dating your ex.

Yeah. I d--
(sighing): It's okay.

Admit it. It is weird.

Working with your ex.

You with Nathan,
me with Michaels.

Wait. You dated DS Michaels?

I know, right?

I haven't even told Nathan yet.

Not that he'd mind.

Nathan's probably
the nicest guy I've ever met.

Honestly, it's the first time

I've felt hopeful about--
(gunshot blasts)

(Gabrielle's breath shudders)

(Duff breaths quickly)

(man): Everyone down!

(gasping)
(Duff): Gabrielle. Gabrielle!

Gabrielle!

(man): Team two,
form a perimeter!

Got a 10-33 in Marshall Court.
Shots fired, officer down.

I need an ambulance, now!
(woman): Copy that.

I'm here. Just hang on.
Okay, look at me.

Open your eyes. Look at me!
You're gonna be okay.

(Gabrielle gasping)
You're gonna be okay.

(rasping)
(softly): My God.

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