All language subtitles for Pretty Hard Cases s02e02 Plastic Teeth.eng

The gunfire detection software

ShotTipper is saving
time and money.

Yeah, but ShotTipper registers
every loud noise as gunfire.

Keegan?

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?

- Here we go.
- Oh, my God, Mom!

Put your clothes on,
you dirty dogs!

The curtains aren't even closed.

I know,
I'm bad at relationships.

- Len Grierson?
- There was that one good one.

Nathan.
- Hmm. And where he at?

Nathan?

I want to end it
with Gabrielle.

She's great.

It's never going anywhere

as long as
you're in the picture.

You dated DS Michaels?

I still haven't told Nathan.

Honestly, it's the first time
I've felt hopeful about--

(gunshot)

(breathing heavily)

(body thudding)

(muffled): Duff?

Duff?

(indistinct police radio)

Hey.

Are you okay?

You couldn't take two minutes
to put some pants on?

(chuckling)

You're okay.

(sighing)

Gabrielle...

She was right in the middle
of telling me something.

I don't think we'd spoken
that much in our lives.

Wait, does Nathan know?
Someone needs to call Nathan.

He's on his way
to the hospital.

Okay, but did you tell him
I tried to go with her?

Yes. And I also told him
that we needed to get you

to the station,
do a full interview.

Okay. But I didn't
see anything.

(sighing)

We came into the courtyard,
it was empty.

There was no kids, nothing.

I saw the casings
from the fireworks,

assumed that's what
set off the ShotTipper,

same as yesterday,
same as the day before.

You didn't have
your gun drawn?

No. I don't go
into neighbourhoods

with my gun drawn
unless I have to.

It was my third time
there in two days.

And afterwards,
you saw nothing?

I was focused
on Sergeant Beauchamp.

As you can see.

(indistinct police radio)

Uh, Sam, can you please drive
Kelly back to the station

so we can take her clothes
and get her statement?

And I will let you know as soon
as Gabrielle is out of surgery.

Okay? Kelly...

This is not your fault.

I know.

Stealing chips from
convenience stores now?

No, dummy. Who do you
take me for, Ma Barker?

(scoffs)
- I don't even know who that is.

She's like a ruthless criminal
mastermind from the 1930s.

Actually, you know,
there's a debate about...

You're okay.

You're okay.

(rhythmic music)

(groaning)

(yawning)

Morning, Mom.
Did you sleep well?

No. I heard you
coming and going.

What's a grown woman
doing up at 1:00 a.m.?

Oh, one of my colleagues
got shot last night.

- Dead?
- No.

(sighing)
Okay, sorry to disappoint you.

Hmm, that bed is like
sleeping on rocks.

I'll adjust, I suppose.
It's only for two months.

Maybe three.

Okay, well, listen, um...
I've gotta get to work.

There's a ton of food
in the fridge.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I can look after myself.

Wait...

Do you have rubber gloves?

I have to give this kitchen
a proper scrub.

There is grit
around the sink.

Okay, no, there's not, Mom,

because I keep
my house spotless.

You keep it Samantha-spotless.

I like things Judy-spotless.

(laughing)

What time will you be home?

I will be home
as soon as I can.

Alright.

When you get home,
I want to talk to you

about this Naz character.

- Well, I'd rather not.
- Oh...

I don't want to see you
get hurt, he's too young.

He's never gonna stick around
during menopause.

Oh, geez, well, I...

I'm like, years away
from menopause, so...

Oh...

You think you are,
but you're not.

You should've stuck with Steve.

He's tall and just the right
amount of handsome.

You don't think that Naz
is too handsome?

Is there such a thing?

I mean, for you.

It's fine. I don't mean
to put doubts in your mind.

You go, you go. It's okay.
- Okay.

But if you're gonna keep
a younger man, know this,

it's a bad idea to go around

with your hair
looking like that.

Thank you. Thanks.

Okay, have a great day.

You too, sweetie.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

Uh... hey, could you
give these

to Officer Gabrielle Beauchamp
in room 311?

Hey!

Hey! How is she?

She's, uh, stable.

I mean, she's not awake yet,
but, uh...

Looks like she's gonna be okay.
(sighing)

Good. That's really good.

Um, I just...
wanted to drop these off.

Thanks. Hey, hey...

What I was saying before--
- I'm glad she has you.

She's gonna need you.

- You--
- Yeah, I gotta go.

(mumbles)

(soft music)

(siren blaring)

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.

I need you to fill out this IOD
for Sergeant Beauchamp.

Injured on Duty report?
(scoffing)

And I want you to go see
the therapist.

I don't need to see that doc
again, boss. I'm good.

You are no good to me

if you're all in your head
about this.

I'm fine. Can't you see?
Don't I look good?

I mean, I'm just gonna
throw myself back in my work,

like I always do.

No. You know that you can't

investigate this shooting,
right?

I know. I know.

Kelly, your colleague was shot
right next to you last night.

And you're going to have
some feelings about that.

So go see the shrink, or don't,

but just don't hide
from those feelings.

Who said anything
about hiding?

Work, fine. Talk it out, good.

Scream and yell,
that's okay too.

Just... do it in your car.

(laughing)

I never pegged you
for a car-screamer.

(chuckling)
- Every lunch hour.

Where'd you think
I was going? The spa?

(bright music)

(sighing)

(sighing)
- It's pointless.

Hey, partner.
Have I got something for you.

Look, I got this map
of Marshall Court.

All these tabs,
where the security cameras are--

Ah, uh... No.
We're not allowed

to investigate, remember?
Wish I could, but...

I was a witness.

True. But you know what,
we are Guns and Gangs,

so we're allowed
to investigate... guns.

- Also true.
- Mm-hmm.

Alright. So what do you got?
Did the gun turn up?

No. But in order
to find the gun,

we gotta look into
the shooting, right?

So, I asked Naz to get
the ballistics on the bullet,

and I looked at the security
footage from the courtyard.

And judging from the angle
where the bullet shot Gabrielle,

we have a pretty good idea
of where the shooter

was standing.

And it's the only place
on that block

that isn't visible
by the security camera.

So it's making me think
the shooter knew

exactly where
those cameras were.

Yeah, I gotta talk to Keegan.

What? Why?

Because him and Crystal
were giving me grief

about the ShotTipper
the other day.

Said I was begging for trouble.

You don't actually think
that Keegan shot Gabrielle.

Alright...
It wasn't Keegan, alright?

But if someone in Marshall Court
has a hate-on for cops,

he'll know about it.

Do you think
it was targeted?

Well...
(sighing)

I feel like we were lured there.

And that someone
set off fireworks,

got all the kids to clear out,

and... waited for us to show up.

Is that... crazy?

No. Not really.

Hey, I got
the forensics report

on the casing retrieved
from the scene.

There's no prints on it.

Ballistics came in on the bullet
that hit Gabrielle.

It's a 9 mm. So we're probably
looking for a semi-automatic.

Girl, what is wrong with you?
What are you doing?

Oh, nothing. I just...

(mumbles)
Look, it's a ponytail headache.

- Ponytail headache?
- Yeah, it's like when your...

(clears throat)
...hair is too tight.

And it's fine now.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, uh, keep me posted.

I mean, not about the hair.

You can keep me posted
about the hair thing too,

if you want to, um...

but I meant about the...
well, the gun.

So...
- Yeah.

Okay, uh...

Uh... Bye, Sam.
- Bye.

This is... great.

So, what's up between you two?

Did you guys finally do the...

(gasping)
You did, didn't you?!

You finally dusted off
that beaver tail, huh?

Let me see it. Let me see it.

It's nothing.
It's well dusted, okay?

It's a well-oiled pelt.
- Girl, please. That thing

is dry as hell.
How many cobwebs you got?

- None. No cobwebs.
- Let me count. One...

Stop counting my vagina!
Don't count my vagina, please.

I'm just saying.
You probably got a volleyball

shoved up in there
with a face painted on it.

And like Tom Hanks,
you're just so happy

to have a human
interaction again.

Okay, first of all, my vagina
is not a desert island,

and also nothing happened.

- Why not?
- Because!

My mother walked in.

Don't... Don't!

I'm sorry, I thought you just
said your mother walked in,

like you were in high school
or something. I'm sorry.

Yeah, did you see him?

So awkward.

God, he's probably like,
turned off of me for like ever.

Okay, so...

Back it up for a second.
- Yeah?

Why was your mother there
in the first place?

Surprise bunionectomy!
It's really great.

I'm super excited
to have a roommate

for the next eight weeks.

- Eight weeks?
- Eight weeks.

Oh, your thing is definitely
gonna dry up now.

(rhythmic music)

(sighing)
Keegan's not answering.

Hey!

Richie, what's up?

(indistinct chattering)

You've been staying
out of trouble, right?

Yeah. You?

Ah, I wish.

But as you know, a friend
of ours got shot last night.

So... if any of y'all
saw anything or heard anything,

we could really use your help.
- Okay, guys, move it along!

Richie, Dane, let's go.

Now! Come on!

Hey, Crystal, come on...

I was talking to them.

Well, they're not
talking to you.

Okay, then.

Has anyone asked you about
your whereabouts last night?

So now you think
I shot that cop?

No, I'm just asking.

I've been trying to reach
Keegan. Were you with him?

I was.

And my sister and her husband,
out to dinner.

With many witnesses
who could verify.

Is there anything else
you wanna try to pin on us?

You drank Keegan's Kool-Aid,
I get it.

But if you really want
to know the facts,

just gimme a call, okay?

In the meantime,
can you tell the kids

who live around here to be
a little bit more cooperative?

Why would I do that?

Because I don't think last
night's shooting was random.

I think we were targeted.

And these kids, Crystal,
might have seen something.

Okay, well, you know what?
I don't have to drink

anyone's Kool-Aid to know
that cooperating with the cops

leads to trouble.

Oh, and Keegan?

Doesn't want to talk to you.

Stop calling.

(sighing)

Hey, you okay?

Hey, uh...

Give me a minute.

Hey.

(distant sirens blaring)

If I tell you something,

can you keep me out of it?

And Crystal too.

She don't got nothing
to do with this.

Yeah, of course. Hey...

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you, okay?

What is it?

I think I know
where the gun is.

The one that shot your friend.

Okay.

Are you sure that he said
it was this dumpster?

Yes.

(distant sirens blaring)

(moaning in disgust)

Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

I swear to God, I swear to God
if this is a prank...

(sighing)

Ah! Fart!

(grunting)

- Got it!
- What?!

Got it.

(tense music)

Oh, my God.

That's a ghost gun.

Duff.

It's 3-D printed.
- I know.

No serial, untraceable.

Perfect thing to use
if you wanna kill a cop...

and get away with it.

(dramatic music)

Looks like a toy,
but as you know,

fires like a gun and inflicts
damage like a real gun.

We discussed this.
You're not supposed

to be looking
into this shooting.

She's not. I am. It's just me.
I found the gun, all alone,

knee-deep in garbage.
Can you smell me?

Can you smell this?

That is bad.
That's like, egg salad.

(gagging)
Oh my gosh, that's a diaper.

Get your hand outta my face.

How'd you know the gun
was in the trash?

My source disposed of it
after finding it in the alley.

- Why?
- So it wouldn't be used again.

What a Good Samaritan!
Who's your source?

She would rather not say.
Isn't that right, Wazowski?

That's exactly right,
but what I can tell you

is that forensics found
two sets of prints.

The one on the outside
of the gun belongs

to the source, on the inside,
to an unknown person.

- No AFIS matches?
- No. Nothing in the system.

But we think they belong
to the manufacturer,

which is why I'm gonna
find who the manufacturer is,

and find out
who they sold the gun to.

And voila.
We have Gabrielle's shooter.

Yeah. And by "we"
she means me. Two peas in a pod.

Or you could just pull in
your source and ask them.

Pull in anyone who was
in the area for questioning.

And fingerprint an entire
neighbourhood

until we find a match? No!

Shanks, guys,

we're already treating
this community

like they're a bunch
of criminals.

If we start accusing them,

it's only going to make our
relationship with them worse.

This is a cop shooting.
We have a job to do.

We can't be afraid
to step on toes.

I agree with Kelly.

We shouldn't cast a net.
We should be more targeted.

Give Wazowski,
and only Wazowski,

a beat to find the gunmaker.

She's right. We find them,
we find the shooter.

I'm sorry, you hired me
to get this department in shape

and you're trusting this
to someone who smells

like sweaty cold cuts.

Brad.

Here's a beat.

But in 24 hours,
I'm doing this my way. Okay?

(scoffs)

That does smell like salami.
It does, it's really bad.

You need to change.

Okay, great.

And you're sure
that's what he ordered?

Right. Okay, thank you.

Thank you very much.

I got something.
I got something.

Okay, okay, do you remember
how the forensics report

said that the gun barrel
and the butt were made

of the same heat-resistant
ABS plastic?

- Like Legos.
- Yeah. Well, it turns out

that the trigger assembly
is made with something else:

A biocompatible
polyurethane resin.

In specific, a proprietary brand

called Actinate
by Sendyne Polymers.

- So?
- Okay, okay.

So, Actinate is used
to make dental aligners.

And it turns out that Sendyne...

only sells that specific polymer

to three orthodontists
in the city,

and one of them,
Dr. John Bockner,

at Blueline Orthodontics,

was buying an excess amount,

considering the number
of clients he has.

(sighing)

I wonder what he's using
all that plastic for.

- Yeah.
- Alright. Looks like one of us

is gonna have to go in
for a consult.

Yeah, I wonder who.

Not it.

Yeah, that's you.

(whispering): I said
I wasn't it.

I did. I said, "Not it!"

How does that make me it?

Oh, God.

Oh, I hate the orthodontist.

(Kelly): Didn't you already
have braces?

This should be a cinch.

(soft music playing)

(phone ringing)

Oh...

(phone ringing)

Hey.

(Kelly): What's up?

Can I ask you something?
(Kelly): Shoot.

Do you think Naz
is like, too hot for me?

Like, he's too cool?

"Cool" is not how
I would describe Naz.

How would you describe...

- Samantha?
- Yeah, that's me.

So, what do you think?
(whirring)

Well, you had braces as a kid.

And your retainer didn't work.

So we'd just be correcting
some drifts.

Some rotation, angulation.

You wanna see how you'd look?

I could take a few pictures
and show you.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, sure.
- I'll just grab the camera.

(beeping)

Oh, wow, okay.

This thing is obtrusive.

Uh, ask about his colleagues.

Oh, you orthodontists
must be really busy,

just like, running a practice,

and then all
the administrative stuff...

My daughter handles
the administrative stuff.

Oh, yeah. What does she do?

Schedules appointments,
orders supplies,

that sort of thing.

(Sam): Oh, supplies,
like, for the printer?

I saw them out there. I thought
all aligners were factory-made?

But you make yours in-house?
- We do now.

Actually, my daughter, Vicky,
set up the 3-D printer for us.

It's so much faster.

(Sam): Oh, wow,
that's fantastic.

All that tech stuff is really
just such a mystery to me.

How does she know
so much about it?

(Bockner): She went
to Engineering school...

- Oh.
- ...for a while.

(beeping)
- Oh, right.

What... Not anymore?

Oh...

You know, I'm... I'm so sorry.

I don't mean to pry.
- It's okay.

Uh, she had to leave.
Ran into some problems.

I'm trying to get her
interested in dentistry.

Find out more
about Miss Vicky.

I think I see her
coming in right now.

(Sam): God, I know
all about problems.

I have a teenage son.
He can be a handful.

Girls are so much easier.
I mean, not to diminish, like,

what's happening
with you and your daughter.

Anyway, enough about me.
This... is the new you

in 20 weeks.

Oh, wow.

I could even accelerate
the transformation

if you use this device
to help with circulation.

You just stick it
in your mouth twice a day

while you're watching TV.

Right, okay.
Uh, that's... that's fine.

Let me know what you decide.

You can book your impressions
with Vicky.

Okay, thanks.

Hi, um, could I have
a toothbrush? One of those?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

(beeping)

Got you, Vicky,
you devious little turd.

I can't believe your dad
gives you a second chance

and you make guns?

Well, at least we know
she didn't pull the trigger.

Unless she can eat
ribs across town

and shoot cops
at the same time.

Alright, then,
why don't we pick her up

and find out who did?
- No, let's wait.

Why?

One fingerprint
isn't gonna prove

that she's manufacturing
these things.

- Mmm.
- Between her alibi

and a good lawyer,
she's gonna be out in an hour,

and we're never gonna find out
who the shooter is.

Alright, so we get a tracking
warrant for her phone.

Get solid proof that she's been
manufacturing and selling.

Yes! And then, we pull out

our patented
Skelly one-two punch...

(grunting)

And then, we're gonna
get her to roll over

on whoever bought it.

Yes!
- Excuse me. Skelly?

Skelly.

Well, we could say "Kam".

But I really don't feel
it has a zing.

(Vicky): Yeah, I'll be there
in five.

Okay, I've got her location
tracking up.

So far, she's been to a gym,
a nail salon,

and a tanning salon.

It's like Jersey Shore
over here.

(phone ringing)

(Vicky): Marc, hey.

(Marc): Hey.
I need 10 of your best.

Can you make that happen?

(Vicky): Ten?!
(sighing)

Fine, I can do 10,
- but it's gonna be 2 - K each.

- She's making a deal.
- (Marc): 20 - K?! Nah.

How about 10?
(Vicky): Shark...

Who the hell is Shark?
(Vicky): Price is 20.

- Can you get the number?
- Uh, no.

It must be a sat phone.
- Wait, she said...

(Vicky): Meet me at
your Wednesday spot. 10 a.m.

Marc, right?
Marc "The Shark" Tremblay.

One of the Sons of Jupiter.

So, Vicky's selling guns
to bikers now.

I know that guy.

One of his biker boys
got popped on Cherry Beach,

Marc was the prime suspect.
- Oh, no. Oh, God.

Guess which homicide
detectives investigated him?

(groaning)

(sighing)

(sighing)

(clearing throat)

So... to what do we owe
this very impromptu,

disruptive visit?

It's about
Gabrielle's shooter.

Sergeant Gabrielle Beauchamp?

She works in 44?
She was shot.

- Dead?
- Nope, not dead.

- Then it's not our problem.
- Geez, come...

Okay. Um...

(phone ringing in the distance)

Okay, what do you know
about Marc "The Shark" Tremblay?

He's a dangerous guy.
Not to mention, a beast.

Like, physically.

Are you sure
that we're talking about the same guy, 'cause...

He was puny when we first
looked at him,

but then, as our
investigation progressed, so did his mass.

He gained 10 pounds
of lean muscle every month. It was incredible.

Yeah, now even his hands
have muscles.

- All hands have muscles.
- Not Chase's.

Look. See? No muscle.

That is actually...
That's a bit...

Okay, can we get back
to Marc, please?

Yes, uh, we just need to know

what he does
on a Wednesday morning.

If I'm reading you right,
he is a... he's a gym rat.

Probably hangs out there a lot?

Maybe he goes there
on Wednesdays?

I don't think we know, do we?

No, we definitely don't know
anything about his schedule.

Or his work.
Or his favourite food.

Hint, it's boiled chicken.

I tried his diet.
It was crazy.

- He got protein poisoning.
- That's not a thing.

It's a thing,
he was very sick.

You tried his workouts?

I bet he didn't.
Couldn't hack it.

Chase definitely tried
his workouts.

Uh, yeah. I even spent $500

on four personal training
sessions at Marc's gym.

Wow. That was overpriced.
Someone ripped you off.

- It's standard.
- Nope!

My gym charges
60 bucks a session.

Well, you obviously don't
workout at Cyrus Gym.

- Oh!
- Oh! Wazowski!

What do you know?!

Looks like we're going
to Cyrus Gym tomorrow!

I would like to thank you
both very much

for your cooperation.

It was lovely chatting with you.

(whispering): Hey.
Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.

Sorry I'm late, 'cause my mom,
you won't believe it--

- What are you wearing?
- Workout clothes.

My God, you look
like a popsicle.

- I do?
- Yes. Stay back, stay back.

Stay back.

I don't want
to be seen with you.

Like a grape one?

You go that way,
I'mma go this way.

- I hope it's strawberry.
- Ugh.

(suspenseful music)

(Kelly): I don't see him,
do you?

No. He's not here.

You think I can do more squats
than her? Check this out.

(over earpiece):
Hey, do you mind if I...?

(woman): No, go ahead.

(grunting)

Yeah, only 'cause
your outfit scared her away from the equipment.

Seriously, I can't believe
you spent money on that thing.

Yes, I did. I paid a lot
of money, like two...

(grunting)
...two hundred dollars.

How's my form?

(grunting)

Duff.

Is that him?

I don't know.
Let me get a closer look.

Alright, I'm confirming
that it's him.

Well, it is 10 a.m.,
so one of them's gotta be him.

But if you see Vicky,
do not let her see you.

(Sam): I won't.

(suspenseful music)

(man): Hey, Marc, looking good.

Yup, that's him.

Alright, I'm going in.

Hey, do you mind if I work in
with you while you rest?

Sure, if I can spot you.

Be my guest.
I'm Kelly, by the way.

Marc. Friends call me Shark.

(chuckling)

(breathing heavily)

Oh, wow, you're really strong.

I've never seen you
around the gym before.

Ah, I'm looking for a new gym.

Well, if you need a trainer,
I got the best one in the city.

(breathing heavily)

(man): Nah! No way!

Kelly Marie?

Come here, girl!
Give me a hug!

(chuckling nervously)
- Hey...

(whispering): I'm undercover,
alright? Do not blow this.

Ditto, and he's my mark.

God, you look good!
- Wow.

(Marc): I'm guessing you two
know each other?

(Kelly): Yeah, he used
to train me.

Took a lot of years
to undo his bad habits,

but maybe he's changed.

Ask this guy.
All good habits now.

I gotta go
and handle something.

Hey.

Uh, Shark.
We gotta leave, now.

Something doesn't feel right.

Duff, who's that guy?

It's my ex-boyfriend, Len.

Len? Like, Beretta Len, Len?

What's he doing with Marc?
- I don't know.

But if he's working
an undercover case, he shouldn't.

Last time he went UC,
it was disastrous.

God, that guy's easy to spook.

Makes my job easier.
- Excuse me?

What are you doing here?

What does it look
like I'm doing?

I told Marc I had to change,
so we got two minutes

to talk about why you're trying
to bust up my op.

- Your op?
- Hey, wow. No thanks!

Okay, that's gonna happen!

Listen, I draw the line at
the shoes, the shoes stay on.

No bare feet in the car.

You ever try taking
shorts off over kicks?

Doesn't work.

I'm Len, by the way.

Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs.

Please exit the vehicle.

Nice to meet you.
Do you always talk like you're at a stop and frisk?

Why are you looking into
Marc Tremblay?

'Cause he's at the centre
of my case.

Big one.

My turn.

Why you blocking my number?

You know why.

Tell me about
your investigation.

All I can say is I'm working
with RCMP. Project Voltage.

Been embedded for two months.
The rest is classified.

You're investigating
Sons of Jupiter?

- Are you?
- We want Vicky.

A gun she made
nearly killed a cop.

I heard about that.
You were there, right?

You okay?

You haven't slept.
- I'm fine.

I just need to find Vicky,
and find out who she sold to.

Okay, okay, okay.

How about...

I step in for Marc,
meet Vicky, finish the deal.

You make your arrest,
and I keep Marc in the clear.

And why would we
trust you with this?

Do you have another option?
(chuckling)

Look, Marc's spooked.

Do this with me,
or don't do it at all.

So, get the cash, call me,

and we'll get this
done today. Okay?

(sighing)

But you're gonna have
to unblock me if you want me to call you back.

Duff... We can't.

- I know.
- We can't.

There's no way
I'm working with him.

I mean, who does
he think he is anyway?

"Unblock me."
(scoffing)

We may have lost Marc,
but Vicky will sell again.

We'll just keep monitoring
her phone, and--

Duff, that's gonna
take a while.

I... Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell?

Hey! Hey!

What are you doing?
- Sorry, Duff. DS orders.

You're a liar!
You said you wouldn't tell! I didn't do anything!

I know. Wait! I'mma handle
this, Richie! I promise!

What is this?
You said that we had time.

Well, your time is up. So,
I'm gonna question your source.

How did you even
find out about him?

You're not the only person
in this office who has access

to Marshall Court
security footage,

and I saw you talking to him

yesterday before you
and Wazowski

went head first
into a dumpster.

Oh, so now
you're spying on us?

Okay. Can you not
make me the bad guy here?

You're holding back an important
piece of the puzzle.

I had to get it myself.

Thankfully, I didn't have
to roll around in garbage to do so.

Oh, God forbid, you know,

'cause you wouldn't want
to ruin your outfit.

What makes you even think
Richie did this?

His fingerprints
are all over the gun.

You can't be so naïve
to assume he had nothing to do with it.

Naïve? We're actually
doing the work.

We're on the brink of finding
out who bought the gun.

I only care about the shooter.
And now I have him.

And now, maybe Sergeant
Beauchamp can get some justice.

Remember her?

Listen, this kid
didn't do it.

Good. Prove it.

(door buzzing)

(door opening and closing)

(suspenseful music)

Remember what I said
about not using Len?

- No take-backs.
- Yes! Take-backs.

It's the only way to catch Vicky

before this ass-hat
ruins Richie's life.

(indistinct conversation)

We got your prints...

I just wrote
a very short description

of what we're going
to ask for in there.

It's a quick read.

Listen, just take my lead,
alright?

She listens to me
better than you. Alright?

Let's go.

(Shanks): I will keep you
posted. Okay, thank you, bye.

The superintendent
is having a conniption

over this shooting.

Please tell me you
have some answers.

We might, but it'll take
a little investment from our part.

Mm-hmm?

Twenty thousand dollars
from the flash fund.

Twenty thousand dollars?!
For what?

Uh, that's how much
Vicky Bockner needs

for 10 of her ghost guns.

And you can't push
for a smaller buy?

No. We have to match the deal
with the original buyer.

It'll look weird
if we reduce the order.

But look, she's ready
to move on this today

with an... associate of ours.

Associate?

(sighing)

Len Grierson.

Len, Len?

Are you sure about this?

Well, he knows Vicky
through Marc,

who he's investigating.

Something about a Project
Voltage. It's an RCMP thing.

Okay...

We already checked into it,
and I...

I just took the liberty
of filling out

the, um... the flash fund form.

Yeah, and I...

took the liberty
of providing a pen.

Like... she's ready to go.
- Wait!

But she's waiting now.

Time is running out.

(sighing)

Thank you.

Okay.
- Target's here.

Here you go.

- Testing.
- Alright, I got you.

I know you do.

Meet me in the alley
after the buy.

(suspenseful music)

(distant car honking)

(Len): So,
Marc couldn't be here.

(Vicky): Don't care.

So you got the cash?

Hand it over.

(Len laughing)

Not until I see you assemble
one of these guns.

Why? Marc has
the instructions.

(Sam): What is he doing?

(Len): Well, I want to make sue
that everything's there,

you're not ripping us off.

Put it together, load it,
or I walk.

Should we go over?
I can't see anything. Len!

Len, you gotta move over.

Will you stop bugging him?
He'll move, alright?

Just let him do his thing.

(Vicky): What are you
looking at?

That's what I'd like to know.

(Len): You can never be
too careful.

(Vicky): Yeah,
whatever you say. Here.

Give me the money.

(Len): I'll give you 10 grand.
No more.

(Vicky): That wasn't the deal.

(Len): Well, that was the deal
you had with Marc this morning.

Now he wants you to reconsider.
(Vicky): Whoa. Hey, man.

Take it easy!
- Take it or leave it.

Fine...

(Kelly): Len,
what are you doing?

(Len): You had your chance.

- No! Hey!
- What the hell is he doing?!

Don't do this to me again!

No, stop! Len, stop!

No!
- I got her! Get the buyer!

Len! Stop! Argh!

(breathing heavily)

(tense music)

So, you don't have
the guns you think my client manufactured.

You don't have the money
you said she received for these guns.

It's only a matter of time
before we apprehend the buyer, who has both.

And your client here will be
arrested for manufacturing

10 prohibited firearms.
- It's eleven, actually.

Another gun you made
shot a cop in Marshall Court.

You fingerprints are on it.

Listen, Vicky. We know
you tried to sell to Marc, and to his associate.

But I'm not interested
in those guns.

We can work out a deal
if you tell us who you sold this gun to.

- I didn't--
- Tell us, Vicky!

Or you'll be charged
as an accessory

in the attempted murder
of a cop.

(soft music)

I didn't sell a gun
to anyone in Marshall Court.

I only ever sold to Marc.
I swear.

If a gun got
into Marshall Court,

it was through Marc Tremblay.

He must have brokered the deal.

(sighing)

Len, where are you?

I need you to call me back
right now!

Kelly. Len's gone.
He played us.

No, he didn't.
He's an ass,

and he plays by his own rules,
but he's a good cop.

Are you sure about that?

I decided to look
a little further into this Project Voltage

that your boy Len is
involved with. And guess what?

It is an RCMP investigation...

into stolen copper wire
with a connection to the Russian Mafia

that was wrapped up
five years ago!

How did you find that out?
That project was classified.

What can I say,
I have friends in high places.

Unfortunately, I can't say
the same thing for Len,

because it turns out he's not
even on the force right now!

Yeah, because
he's working for the RCMP!

No, because he's registered
at a rehab in Burlington.

You two had better find
that money,

or you will never
work undercover again.

It's okay, we're on it.

(soft music)

We swabbed
Richie's hoodie for GSR.

It came back positive.
- It's a misunderstanding.

Listen, those kids over there,
they play this stupid game with fireworks.

He's probably covered
in residue,

it can look exactly
the same as gunshot particles.

He doesn't have an alibi,
and he knew exactly where the weapon was hidden.

Then why would he
tell us about it? Huh?

His prints were all over
that gun, he's not that stupid!

Lots of people
are that stupid.

You're a cop.
You should know that by now.

Or maybe he's not stupid at all,

and he just grew a conscience.

I hear that happens.

Duff?

Hey, Duff, you want
to talk about this?

No, I don't want to talk.

(soft music)

Goodnight, Sam.

(sighing)

♪ Don't ask me where to
I don't know where ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um... You've been
avoiding me today.

Oh, no. Oh gosh, no.

I thought that you
were avoiding me.

Come here.

It's quiet in here.

Yeah, yeah.
It's kinda nice, right?

- Yeah.
- Uh, no, I'm not avoiding you.

Good.

I was just giving
you some space,

I thought that maybe you--

My mother says that, um...

you're too young for me.

Really?

Yeah. Like, you're too young,
too handsome,

basically,
kind of too everything.

Do you always listen
to your mother?

- Yes, I do.
- Well, you shouldn't,

'cause she's wrong.

Also, you look great today.

Really? Thanks.

I didn't do anything different.
Oh, I did.

Um, I went to the gym,

I did a bit of a work...
like, workout.

- Okay.
- Doing some squats,

like intense, really low...

You c-could call...
call me the Queen Squat, if you-- Maybe not.

- How low, Queen Squat?
- Pretty--

(laughing)

(whistling)

(clearing throat)

Need a minute?

- No, no, we were just, uh...
- Saying goodnight.

Yeah.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Cool.

(soft music)

Excuse me, Gabrielle?
You awake?

Right, um...

(sighing)

Okay, um...

I don't know if you
can hear me,

but I need to get
something off my chest.

I don't know why
you were being so open with me the other night,

you know, sharing those secrets.

A-And I know I didn't
take the ShotTipper call seriously,

and I know you were
following my lead, and...

(sighing)

Listen, now I'm worried
that all of this is my fault.

(sighing)

(sighing)

God...

(crying)

That should be me laying there.

(sniffling)
Okay...

So, you told me a secret,
about DS Michaels.

Alright, so, how about
I give you one back? Right?

Okay?

(sighing)

My sisters are having babies.

(laughing)
And I'm not a jealous person.

My God, I'm just
so not a jealous person, but I am burning.

I am green.

Babies, my gosh.

I would love to have
some babies of my own.

And I want them so bad.

I can't swallow right now.

I'm worried, that...

What if it doesn't
happen for me?

What if I waited too long?

What am I waiting for, right?
I don't know!

I'm waiting to get
my life together!

(sighing)

I don't know why...
that happens for some people

and it doesn't happen
for others.

And I'm not just talking
about babies, right?

I'm talking about life,
like the life stuff.

You know, staying
on top of your bills,

knowing when to change
dead batteries,

having healthy
relationships, which...

Mm-mm.

I don't even think
I deserve Nathan.

I think you deserve him
more than me,

and I don't even know
anything about you.

(soft music)

(sighing)

But... I promise,
if you pull through this,

and I need you to pull
through this, Gabrielle...

I think I would like to take you
out to dinner, and...

I don't know, we can talk
about all that...

life stuff.

And maybe if
we become friends,

then I'll forget about him.

Okay?

So, dinner on me, alright?

Excuse me...
Did you follow me?

No, I was just on my way home,
and then I was thinking

about my mother, and then I was
thinking about running away,

and I just found myself here.
- Liar.

You came looking for me,
but I don't wanna talk.

Well, to me,

because you were just
chopping it up with Gabrielle two seconds ago.

Yeah, yeah, until you
rudely interrupted.

(sighing)
I don't know, Wazowski.

I got a bad feeling
about this one.

And I don't know if it's
because I'm tired, or hungry.

Wanna grab a bite to eat?

Cafeteria's right there.
- Oh. You eat hospital food?

The rice pudding
is very nice.

I developed a taste for it
when I had my appendix out.

Oh, my God. That's disgusting.

No, we're gonna
get some drive-through,

so then I can eat
and yell in my car.

Oh, that's a very good idea.

(soft music)

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