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(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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