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You wanna sit here,
you gotta pay the piper!

Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs.

Detective Kelly Duff, Drug Squad.

I think it's really weird
that we haven't met--

Do you mind if I get back
to arresting this guy?

Are you aware that you left your son alone
in the residence of a known drug dealer?

Of course not.
I-I left him with my stepdaughter.

[Wazowski] Your daughter was on the scene
and she didn't identify herself.

It's hard to wrangle an 18-year-old.

I have a 17-year-old son, so...

Elliot. Would you like me
to bring down the capital G?

-Your gun?
-No! Oh, my gosh, no! I mean, grounded!

You left a nine-year-old boy
alone in Rafi's house with a gun.

Are you saying that
we should cut her a deal?

You know, if she cooperated
and helped us find Rafi.

Rick? What are you doing with Rafi?

Rafi works for me.

Rick was bringing in goddamn drugs
and we were getting a cut.

Otherwise, my company
would be tits up by now!

Hands on your head!

Someone's gotta take Rick's place.

These people, they're scary!

Oh, no, baby, the scariest bear
in the woods is the mama bear.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Duff clears throat] Testing, testing.

Donut holes in the house!
Three-pointer coming at you.

Oop! You drivin'!

Hey! Maybe,
don't throw things at me. Kay?

'Cause I don't like it.
I never played ball and I hate Frisbee.

[Duff] Dang!
Your childhood must've been bleak!

[Naz] It was.

[Duff] Oh, here's the captain of
the Green Team! Smile for the camera.

Hey, tell me somethin', Jimmy.
Why do you boys even need guns?

People don't care about weed anymore.

People still care about weed.

[Duff laughs] Joking, joking.

[static]

Sorenson, get your ass back
to Guns and Gangs.

I'm goin', I'm goin'.

-[static]
-[door creaks]

Oh, my God, you look ridiculous!

-I look ridiculous?
-Mm-hmm.

Have you seen yourself in the mirror?

Hey, listen, I got coffee on my pants.

You, on the other hand,
are dressed in a fast food uniform.

-The job suits you, by the way.
-Policing undercover? It does.

Bank tellering suits you very well,
granny panties. [giggles]

Tellering's not a word.

Well, you know what is a word? Cocaine.

-And here's another word, Burger Bucket.
-That's two words.

Well, you know what? Let me string
those two thoughts together for you.

Someone is trafficking cocaine out of
a Burger Bucket next to a high school.

So, I'm going deep.

Okay, in my world, undercover
is just a fancy word for dress up.

[Duff] Yeah, well, in my world,

only little girls wear flowers
on their underpants.

Well, is it granny panties
or little girl panties?

Why don't you make up your mind, Duff?

I don't know, how 'bout an overall

"people who aren't getting any"
kind of panties? Ooh! [laughs] Yeah.

I gotta show the guys this and see
what kind of insults they come up with.

[laughs] Got it on camera. You know,
I gotta be honest, you look like a fool.

[♪ Molly Johnson: "Nothing From Nothing"]

[Rick] What do you want me to do,
Tig? Hmm?

I don't know, but thanks to you,
Jackie's all tangled up with the police.

-She gonna have a record?
-You better hope not.

And Sol, pulling a gun on a cop?

See, well, now you can
wash your hands of me,

'cause who knows when the hell
I'll get outta here.

Great, I'll just go back to scrambling
to keep my dad's company afloat.

Kids will never have anything,
no money for college, nothing.

[sighs]

Have the Bowens taken over your route?

They still gonna cut me in?

Buffalo won't work with those guys.

The Bowens are flexing way too much,
plus they hotheaded.

That's why I import and they distribute.

How 'bout I keep it running for you?

[laughs]

Just tell the guys in Buffalo
it's status quo.

Hey, I got the cube trucks.
I can bring it across myself.

Better for Buffalo
if I'm taking the border risk, right?

You set this up for me...

I'll cut you in.

You want in the game? [scoffs]

Same old Tig, always wanting
what somebody else ordered.

No, Rick, I just want
a roof over our son's head.

And I don't see anyone else
on your visitor log, all right?

Right now, I'm all you got.

Covert Unit's gonna ask you
a few questions

and then you'll be officially carded
as an informant.

-[phone ringing]
-Oh. Just a second.

Uh... Hey, Elliot, what's up?

Uh, your birthday is not for another
six months, I am not giving you $500.

Well, if he is so great, then why is he
selling his clothes out of a parking lot?

I am working, goodbye.

Is that your son?

-Hi, I'm Detective--
-Detective Brace from Covert Unit.

She's gonna be conducting your interview.

Nice to meet you. It's pretty painless.

-Just a few questions--
-[Wazowski] Who you know,

what your involvement is,
all that good stuff.

I don't know anything.

Really? Because your boyfriend is
Rafi Bowen, part of the Stockwood crew

and he is brothers to Randy
and Steph Bowen

and your stepdad is their back end.

So you know a few people
I am sure. Okay.

[Brace stammers]

I don't know anything else
about the Stockwoods.

I gave you guys everything that I had.

You're so convinced that the only people
who are committing crimes

are from my neighborhood,
but criminals are all over the place.

Okay, you know what?
I'll take whatever you got.

You know, it doesn't have to be
the Stockwood crew.

Okay, I was at a party in Rosedale
the other day

and some random girl
shot up the pool house,

but that has nothing to do with
the Stockwoods.

Sounds like a good tip.

Oh, yeah. Okay, you know what?
I'm happy to look into this random chick.

[clicks tongue] It's Brandi Lynch.
She lives in Summerhill.

Okay, great, I am on it. Unless,
of course, Detective Brace, if you--

Not even a little bit.

-Like, I could--
-No.

-So, I--
-No.

Okay, so...

Hey, Detective Nathan Greene.
How's Fraud Squad treatin' ya?

Ah, it's all right, I'm good.

Are you sure? You don't need that
to keep awake?

-Haha...
-'Cause you know, it's like-- [snores]

-[laughs] I'm joking.
-I know.

I'm just having a joke.

You're great at your job!
Okay, I'm just gettin' a coff-- Okay.

Detective Wazowski.
Tiggy Sullivan, we met last week.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember you.

Yeah, I'm just here waitin' for Jackie.

Do you know how long you guys are
gonna be, like, talking to her for, or...

I don't know, just like, uh...
like, as long as it takes.

I get it. I-I would just--
I'd hate for it to get out

that she's helping the cops
take down the Bowens, you know.

I mean, I'm assuming that's
who you're going after.

Which is... good.

-Teenagers, am I right?
-Yeah.

-You have a son?
-Yep.

-Does he get into trouble a lot, or...
-Listen, you just have a great day, okay?

-Okay. Nice seeing you.
-Bye.

[Angie on phone]
You made me get rid of the cat!

-I don't even believe in allergies.
-[Naz] Angie--

-Uh-- Wha--
-"Oh, Angie, no duvets, I'm allergic."

Oh, no flowers, no kittens, or peanuts,
or joy, or happiness!

That's why we're divorcing!

Now, remember, it's one sheet per burger.

No more, all right?
These things cost money.

Savin' money. That's the name of the game
here at Burger Bucket.

-Kelly, meet Chester.
-Hey, call me Kickstart.

Kickstart, huh? That's a fun name.

Yeah, I keep telling him he's not
gonna climb the corporate ladder

with a name like that.

But you, uh, you might have a chance.

I'm thinkin' you might be connected.

The boss usually lets me do the hiring.

Anyway, uh, Chester, you are in charge.
Show Kelly here the ropes, okay?

I'm off to my physio appointment.

I have a repetitive stress injury.

Carpal tunnel. [sucks in breath]

All right, I'll be back in an hour, okay?
I'm leaving my keys.

[keys clatter on counter]

Alrighty! Let's talk deep fryer, shall we?

Ever work one of these babies?

No.

[door buzzes]

Brandi Lynch.

-Brandi, Brandi-- You know what?
-[sighs heavily]

My grandmother, now, she had a dog
named Brandi, it was a nasty thing.

It was smelly, it got its muddy paws
on you, and even ate its own poo,

but even that Brandi
would never endanger innocent lives.

Oh, okay. [scoffs] Really?

It's all on social,
the whole thing's recorded.

I was protecting myself.

Oh, right, by brandishing a loaded weapon
and just shooting it into a pool house.

That's protecting yourself?

It is if you've met Andy.

-Andy's your boyfriend?
-One of them.

I'm sorry. [laughs] Like,
but from where I'm standing,

getting a boyfriend is a challenge,

but oh, what,
you've managed to get several?

I'm part of a throuple. Yeah.
Okay, uh, it's me, Andy and Brad.

I tried to end it and
Andy started stalking me.

[Wazowski]
Right, so you bought yourself a gun?

I borrowed it to scare him off.

What type of gun is it? Where is it now?

It's a Smith & Wesson.
I dumped it in the lake. I got spooked.

[Wazowski] Who loaned it to you?

A friend of a friend.

She part of the throuple?

A throuple is three, so... no.

Where did she get the gun?

I think, maybe, she mentioned
a dollar store in the West End.

-I really can't remember.
-Okay.

You know what? That's totally fine.
Guess what we're gonna do?

We're gonna pull all the security footage
from every dollar store west of Dufferin.

You and I, we're gonna get together,

we're gonna sit down
and we're gonna watch all that footage.

Should only take about two months.

What? Okay. [scoffs] I have a job.

That's fine. We'll just call your boss
and tell them it's about an investigation

into a gun that you fired off.

What's her number? Or is it a he?

-Okay, I got it from my friend, Tabitha.
-[Wazowski] Mm-hmm.

But she's actually in Barcelona right now,
and I don't know when she's gonna be back.

She bought it from the man in charge
at Dealz, Dealz, Dealz.

With a zed.

So, that's like, Dealz, Dealz, Dealz?

That-- That's a throuple of deals.

[sighs heavily]

Sorry. [clears throat] Sorry.

[♪ Sheriff: "When I'm With You"]

[sniffs]

Hi, there. I'm Wayne.

Anything I can assist you with?
Wearables, sundries, electronics?

Hi, Wayne. I'm Bianca.

Okay.

Uh... Well, if you need anything,
I'm the man in charge.

Well, okay. I was just wondering
if you could, um...

-hook me up.
-With who?

Oh, no, I mean, I'm looking for,
what one may call, a fire stick.

Oh. So, electronics.

No, no, it's more like, um...

[whispers] a heater.

-Ahh, [chuckles] okay.
-[Wazowski laughs]

Yeah, we don't sell heaters.
We do have fans, though.

We also have special prices
on flip phones

for law enforcement if...
that's of interest.

Oh, well, that doesn't--
I'm a teacher. So, that's what I do.

It's not-- So-- It doesn't work f--
Have a great day.

-[Wayne] Okay.
-Bye.

[Angie]
...and none of my friends like you.

They say you're too nice and
that just gives me a guilt complex.

Guilt is not a good feeling, Naz.

Angie, honey, I gotta go.
I love ya. Okay?

[Angie] But we haven't even--

Welcome to Burger Bucket,
how can I help you?

Hey, yo, Kickstart, what's up?

Yo, Kelly, heh, break time.

Oh, I don't really need a break right now,
it's been slow all day. I'll just--

No, it's policy.
Yeah, you gotta take a break.

Look, I'll even let you take
a good half-hour instead of 15.

Deb doesn't need to know.

How does that sound?

Sounds like I'm missing a party.

-[laughs] I'm joking, I'm joking.
-Oh. [laughs]

-Thirty-minute break sounds great.
-Cool.

-Yeah.
-Tommy. [snaps] Cash.

Oh. Oh.

Yeah, just... Mm-hmm.

See ya.

[siren wails in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

[Kickstart] I'm telling you guys,
this stuff's half price.

You can't get it cheaper. It's good stuff.

-What's in the bag?
-Whoa-- Uh...

Look, they just--
They throw them out anyway.

All right. It's a waste,
bad for the planet.

Look, I'm tryin' to get my grandmother
a new set of teeth.

A few extra bucks on the side.
Please, please, don't tell Deb.

Are they fresh?

I mean, you can't be sellin'
nasty old burgers gone bad.

They're not bad. They're not bad.
Just a little stale.

Then I got nothin' to say.

[clears throat]

[door closes]

Thank you. Yep.
Have a good day. Hi--

Hi. I need your help with something.

You're gonna have to order something,
otherwise, I can't help you.

Okay. I'll have fries.

-One large fry--
-Can I actually have a small fry?

-[scoffs]
-No, it doesn't matter.

Um, how much longer you gonna be?

It's hard to say. It's slow moving.

-Let me help you out with it.
-No--

Detective Wazowski! How are you?

I'm... Um... What?

Thomas! Do you see anything weird
going on here lately?

-Hmm?
-Uh, no, it's been pretty normal.

What the hell are the cops doing here
talking to Thomas?

Okay. I'll see you later, Thomas.

'Kay, everybody back to work.

I'm dumping it now.

Well, 'cause there was just a cop in here
waving her badge around.

Police. Hands in the air.

I'm Detective Kelly Duff
and you're under arrest.

No! Stop that. Don't do that. No!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Naz! Naz! Call the ambulance,
this idiot's gonna need a doctor!

[coughs]

Why you put the ketchup on the side
instead of on the fries?

Oh, just 'cause I dip,
that's how I do it.

Oh, you do it at
a fancy restaurant, too?

Well, I don't think I would be
eating ketchup at a fancy restaurant.

[chuckles] Okay, Lady Di.
All right, so what's this about?

Mm. Shanks wants to talk to us about
a case that I'm working on.

-Mm-hmm.
-I confiscated a gun from one Brandi Lynch

who used it to scare off
her stalker boyfriend earlier this week.

The gun was purchased at a place
called Dealz, Dealz, Dealz.

Why are you saying deals like that?

'Cause it ends with a zed,
so it's like Dealz times three.

It's owned by Ed O'Farrell,
who's turning 80.

And two years ago,
he hired one Wayne Ravenzo.

Oh, let me guess, Wayne has a rap sheet.

Mm-hmm. A throuple of frauds
and one theft by conversion.

Great, so?

Well, okay, I went in there.
I was trying to size him up and then--

-You reeked cop.
-Yes, which is why I need you

to go in there reeking like anything else,

which I feel really won't be
that hard for you. So, please.

-Okay. Let me call you back.
-[clears throat]

Tell me this Wayne guy doesn't
have a police officer in his family.

Not that I'm aware of. Why?

The bullet that Brandi shot
into the pool house?

Turns out it is a match for a test bullet
that was used in a crime two years ago.

I'm sorry I'm confused.

The gun was confiscated by
the Islington Police who sent it off

to be destroyed, but somehow
it made its way back out onto the street.

So now, I am worried that
we are dealing with a dirty cop

who is stealing confiscated guns
and selling them.

Duff, get in there and confirm that
Wayne Ravenzo is selling guns.

Yeah, absolutely.

And then we'll shake him down
for his back end. Really?

We need to tie this up fast.

And keep it to yourselves.

Now, here is everything
that I collected on Tabitha Carnell.

She's your way in.

And thank Black baby Jesus,

-she is indeed in Barcelona.
-[phone chimes]

Kevin's sick. I need to get home
and see what's up.

Keep me posted.

Oh, Kevin, my baby.

Isn't she a lesbian?

-Yep.
-Who's Kevin?

I don't know.

You know what?
This makes me really sick!

Wayne Ravenzo selling guns
underneath Ed O'Farrell's old, blind nose.

Noses aren't blind,
though mouths can smell.

-Mouths can't smell, they can taste.
-[sighs]

-You ever sniff your own breath?
-[exhales]

[chewing]

Do you have like a, like
any breath mints or gum or anything?

Sorry, no.

[Duff] Okay, kids, I'm goin' in.

[door chimes]

How ya doin'?

Hi, there. I'm Wayne.
Anything I can help you with?

Wearables, sundries, electronics.

Yeah, maybe.

[Paul] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
not too fast, Dad. You okay?

Yeah, terrific.

If you get dizzy again, give me a call.

It could be your, uh, your blood sugar
or something, right?

-Not dizzy. Jesus, you're dizzy.
-[scoffs]

Just let me do my work, please.

[Paul] Hey, Wayne,
keep an eye on him, okay?

Yeah, I got him.

Sayonara... ya useless tit.

Where's my, uh... oh.

Why is she not following Wayne?
I said Wayne is the target.

-How ya doin'?
-Hey, fine, how are you?

Good. I think you know my friend, Tabitha.

Tabitha...

I told her I had somethin' to trade
and she told me to come here

and talk to the man in charge.

Hey. You need help, you talk to me.
Ed's the owner, but I'm the man in charge.

-[scoffs] Right.
-[chuckles]

Whatever.

[door chimes]

We need a plan B.

We need a plan B.
Plus, I need a piece of that gum.

[Naz] Relax. She got this.
That's why we call her The Nicholson.

-Nich--?
-Jack Nicholson.

-Come on, the guy's a genius.
-Hardly.

-Yeah!
-No, come on, he has like,

a lot of charisma, a lot of, like, ahh,

but you know, he plays the same character
all the time.

Plus, why isn't she The Viola Davis
or The Meryl Streep?

Now, if you told me
this is The Meryl Streep,

I would feel way more confident.

Because she likes The Nicholson.
Haven't you noticed? What she says goes?

I know. I've been feeling, like,
really bad for you,

having to work with her all the time.

You must feel, like, really downtrodden,
really useless.

It's not how I would describe it,
but thank you.

You're welcome.

-I need your popcorn.
-[Naz] That's...

She's just leaning on the wall. She's
just leaning on the wall like it-- Oh.

[sighs] Could you just let her
do what she does?

[Ed] Is there any particular reason why
you won't do business with my employee?

Tabitha told me to come here
and speak to the man in charge.

-Tabitha?
-Yeah.

Now, that guy may think that's him,

but I've been around long enough
to know that man

is trying way too hard
to be in charge of anything.

Oh, he's young, give him a break.
He's a good kid.

He's got a heart of gold, which
is more than I can say about my own son.

-So, you know Tabitha?
-Yep.

Wow. How is it you know Tabitha?

Are you friends with her husband?
Or what's the story there?

Husband? Nah.
She dated my sister.

-So, we keep in touch.
-Oh, you keep in touch, huh?

Yeah. Wishin' I was stretched out
on Playa de Bogatell with her right now.

[Ed] That's right. Lucky little girl.

[Duff] Uh-huh.

What can I do for you?

-Nine millimeter, some .50 cal.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, close it up.

What's your name, dear?

Kelly.

Why don't you follow me?

[Naz] There you go.
What'd I tell you? Huh?

-That's why we call her The Nicholson.
-[crunching]

So, Kelly.

What do you want?

[sighs]

I need a 96 Beretta.

-Really?
-[Duff] Yeah.

Okay, pat her down.

-Bag.
-Hands up.

I'm gonna pat you down
real quick. Thank you.

What's a nice lady like yourself
need a semi for, huh?

Who said I was nice?

Okay. I need it to scare my man,
all right? He won't leave.

I've been with him for ten years.

Jeez, I was with my wife for 50 years.

Yeah, but I bet your wife was nice.

No. [scoffs] Fiona was a right bitch.

Did Fiona put a 96 Beretta on you
when she wanted a beer from the fridge?

No. She wasn't that bad.

Well, when I needed money for groceries,
a 96 Beretta in my face.

Home late, a 96 Beretta in my face.

I tried to go to the cops,
but they're useless.

Yeah, ain't that the truth.

Yeah, Wayne, he don't like cops much.
Do you, Wayne?

-I don't.
-[Ed] Well, this is what you do.

We're gonna hold your ammo as a deposit.

At 5:00, show up
at this back door back here.

Put an extra grand in your pocket for me,

and then we can do this. Okay?

Can I trust this guy?

Yeah, you can.
I trust him more than my own son.

As a matter of fact, when I die,
I'm gonna leave him the store.

Isn't that right, Wayne?

Call it Wayne's Dollarama.

Okay. Thank you.

[Ed] No, thank you.

[sighs heavily]

[sucks in breath]
I'm The Goddamn Nicholson.

[chuckles]

I need to figure out how close
the cops are to busting the Bowens.

They say anything to you?

No, they just asked me what I knew.

That Wazowski one's got a son
she can't control.

Around your age.
Name's Elliot. Look him up.

Maybe you make friends.
Maybe she talks to him. Who knows?

What the-- I can't just randomly
make friends with somebody, Mom.

Unless you cough up some cash.

[sighs]

[snickers] Come on, Mom. Let's get real.

I hear he's into clothing. Right?
Like fashion. Hm?

You want me to link up with this guy
or not?

[indistinct police chatter]

Detective Tara Swallows, Homicide.
Who found the body?

That'd be me.

Chase, you wanna grab
the bio packages?

You were lookin' to buy drugs?

Guns. He wasn't selling drugs.

Kelly Duff. We've met before.

-No? Okay.
-Detective Tara Swallows.

This is Detective Dustin Chase, Homicide.

I'm Detective Samantha Wazowski,
Guns and Gangs.

We've-we've also met before.

Detective Taai Nazeer.
We too have met before.

Okay. Um, Kelly was helping us out
on a covert UC operation

when she found the body.

Was he dead when you got here?
Did you call an ambulance?

We're gonna have to ask you
to head back to the OCE.

Wait for us there,
and we're gonna need to seize your gun.

Excuse me?

Curious to know how your investigation
may have led to this guy's death.

I didn't have one on me.
I went undercover to buy--

Happy to cooperate however we can.

Sounds like another random B&E.

I don't know, might not be random--

[Swallows]
We'll get your statement later.

Right now, we're gonna have to ask you
to vacate the scene.

Until we know who's providing these guns,

we might wanna say as little as possible
about what we're doing.

Swallows and Chase.
Cheap-ass porno if I ever heard it.

[siren wails in distance]

[chuckles]

[snorts]

[clears throat]

You don't got much of a life, huh?
You just sit around here all night?

Well, I don't see you going anywhere.

And plus, my son probably has friends over
and they just really ignore me.

-Oh, just like high school, huh?
-Yeah-- No.

-[door opens]
-Oh, good.

Look, I was on my way
to the emergency vet with Kevin,

when I get a call from Homicide saying
that they've taken over the Dealz case,

B&E gone wrong.
Tell me this isn't a dirty cop.

Oh, well, we don't know what it is,
but it's definitely not a B&E

because there was no sign
of forced entry.

And if it was a B&E, it's probably
because Ed O'Farrell is a gun dealer.

Yeah, a gun dealer who was apparently
killed by a .40 caliber bullet.

Oh, Christ, that's standard police round.

But it's also the same bullet used
in a 96 Beretta, so... I live in hope.

Okay, I'll get Ballistics to call
when they hear.

Yeah, we'll pull in Wayne Ravenzo
tomorrow.

Maybe he got tired of waiting
to inherit the store

and decided to speed up the process.

No, leave it. Officially, Homicide
takes precedence,

so stay low, stay quiet
and stay out of their way.

I gotta get Kevin to the vet.
You two, go home.

Come here, baby, come here.

Let's go take care of you.
Your tummy doesn't feel good.

[door closes]

[Swallows] I'm glad to tell you that
your father's death was quick,

-though, admittedly brutal.
-[Paul] Any idea who did this?

We're still investigating, Mr. O'Farrell,
but it appears to be a robbery gone wrong.

Hi.

[Paul] Does a robbery ever go right?

[Swallows] It can go a lot righter
than it did today.

Actually, it's more right. I mean,
it's still an awkward thing to say, but...

My dad owns a dollar store,
for God's sake!

We need to ask him about
his dad's side business.

What is his side business?

Well, we can't say,
it's part of our covert operation,

but we will need a few minutes
alone with Mr. O'Farrell.

[Swallows] ...do this,
but I need your help.

[Paul] Yeah, I-I'll do whatever you need.

Are you gonna relay that information, or--

No.

[Swallows] ...at the store
the past few weeks?

[Paul] Uh, someone
stole our recycling bin, so...

Sorry, where were we?

You're too soft. Watch me chase this.

Excuse me, I need a few minutes
to interview Mr. O'Farrell in private.

I'm Detective Tara Swallows. I'm in
the middle of a homicide investigation.

Yeah, I know that. We've met.
Anyway, I just need a few minutes--

I don't care what you need.
I need you to leave.

I need you to respect my investigation

and I need you to turn around
and leave my interview.

-Yeah, I respect, I just need a few--
-I just, I just, I just, abuh.

-Oh!
-Do I need to have a firm chat

-with Inspector Shanks?
-No.

-No. No. No.
-No. No. No.

-Yes. No.
-No. I didn't think so. I didn't think so.

-Yeah.
-Yeah. Why don't you just--

-Can I just ask him one question?
-Absolutely not, not even one. Out.

[door buzzes]

[Swallows] Now, where were we?

So, this recycling bin, what dimensions
are we talking? Height...

[Duff exhales]

Boy, that must have been,
like, really hard to swallow.

[school bell ringing]

Yo! Elliot! Come play, man.
She's not gonna show.

Yeah, she is. I need the money, yo.

You should just mail her that crap.

It's not crap.

I hope not.

Hey, are you Jay?

Yeah. All right. So,
this is Highland Collegiate, eh?

Yes, ma'am.

Where all the pretty girls go.

Well, not all of 'em.

[laughs awkwardly] Here.

Okay. All right.

All right, all right. [blows] Two bills.

No, 250, I waited in line all day.

Oh, okay, so, like,
you like wasting time, then?

-Yeah. So you don't have to.
-[giggles]

Sweet.

Who designed that?

-It's nothin'.
-Really?

-Yeah.
-Cool. Well...

[chuckles]

Now it's somethin'.

[chuckles]

[door buzzes]

You? You're a cop?!

Surprise.

The same one you made a deal with
for a 96 Beretta,

and I got it all on tape.

All right, fine. [stammers]
Are you gonna charge me?

Depends. What can you tell me about Ed?

What about him?

He's dead.

No, he's not.

-Yes, he is.
-I just saw him yesterday.

You were with me.
What are you talking about?

Yeah, well, we found his body
in your shop

at 5:00 PM after you closed up
and conveniently took off.

-[voice breaks] He's dead?
-He's dead.

Oh, my God.

You're lying. [gasps]

-Oh, my God. Oh!
-Okay. Okay.

-All right, all right.
-Oh, my God. [sobbing]

All right, Mr. Ravenzo,
I'm sorry to have to do this, but, um...

I'm gonna need to test your hand
for gunshot residue.

[crying]

[Duff] It wasn't Wayne.

GSR is clear and he has an alibi.

Shanks got the ballistic report
back from Ed's murder.

The bullet wasn't from a police gun,
it was from a 96 Beretta.

It was used in a drive-by in 2016,
confiscated by the cops.

Supposedly, it was destroyed last year.
Okay, so what are you looking for?

Just seeing where the guns get destroyed
once they've left the police.

-Oh, it's Empire Steel in Hamilton.
-That's a new contract.

Six months ago, it was Eastern Steel
and the year before that it was King City.

Oh, my God! Okay, pull up,
pull up your body cam footage.

Do it, from yesterday.
The stuff from Dealz.

It's the stuff from Dealz.
The stuff from Dealz.

Go into your network.
Go into your network.

-My network? What are you talking about?
-No, no.

Press enter. Press enter. Go to--
Here, I'm just gonna--

Go right ahead. Yep, okay.

[Ed] Thank you.

[Paul]
Hey, Wayne, keep an eye on him, okay?

[Wayne] Yeah, I got him.

[Ed] Sayonara. Useless tit.

[Wazowski]
Paul O'Farrell. Sad eyes, sweet face.

-You know, really not unpleasant looking.
-Jesus, woman, how desperate are you?

Luckily for you, I am very desperate
because I sized him up pretty good.

Look. Look at his jacket.

[Duff] Ohh...

Hmm...

So, your boyfriend here
works for the same steel company

where the police send
the confiscated weapons for meltdown.

It wasn't a dirty cop.
Ed was getting the guns from his son.

Hey, wait, you don't think
that Paul killed his own dad?

I don't know.

But you're gonna find out.

We'll cut Wayne a deal,
have him call Paul,

tell him that the Beretta buyer
still wants to finish the deal.

You're gonna go in, buy the gun from him,
and maybe we'll find our murder weapon.

Oh, no, I'm not going undercover.
No, absolutely not. That's not my--

I've been compromised, dummy.

Paul saw me in the interview room.
He knows I'm a cop.

Yeah, but you're The Streep.
You're, like, really good.

-You're The Streep. I'm not The Streep.
-No.

No, I'm The Nicholson.

You know, you're more like
The Pamela Anderson.

Really?

But even Pamela
can get the job done in a pinch.

Tits up. Mm!

This'll be good! [chuckles]

Testing, testing testing...

Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm Bianca.
What? [chuckles] No, I'm just--

Oh, I'm Bianca. [chuckles] No, I'm--

-It's no big-- My name is Bianca.
-Wow...

I'm-- It's-- I'm Bianca.
How-how does it sound?

-Fake as hell.
-Ugh...

Look, I'm gonna say this one time, okay?

If you don't believe what's coming out
your own mouth,

no one else is going to either.

All right, just be yourself.
Lean into what's real.

Oh, yeah, like Len and the Beretta
were real?

Yeah, actually, they were.

You had a boyfriend
point a gun in your face?

[sighs]

Let's just say there was
enough truth in my story

that the lie was bulletproof.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Here's the money. Let's go.

[exhales]

[Wayne] He's not here, he's late.

I cannot wait to turn you over to Homicide
because they are gonna shred you!

I told him what you wanted. He said that
she was supposed to pick it up yesterday.

I can't control what he does.
He said he was com--

Hi, I'm Samantha, you must be Paul.

Paul, um, I told you about Samantha.

Um, I'll let you guys go ahead
and talk it out. You two talk.

-Hi.
-[Paul] Yeah, if you don't mind,

I'm just trying to gather
my father's effects.

Yeah. Listen.

Listen, I'm really sorry for your loss.

I mean, I only met your dad the other day,
but he seemed like a real, like a force.

[Paul scoffs] A force?

Yeah, so, well, your dad promised
that he'd help me out.

And I guess that's why I'm here,
with the money.

Hey, Wayne said that you'd be cool.

You're too thirsty, Waze.
You're too thirsty. Ease up.

I am offering you a decent price
for this particular item,

and if you're not willing to make me
a deal, then you are a useless tit.

I should be dealing with Wayne after all.

What the hell did you call me?

-Oh, snap, nice pull up, Waze.
-[laughs]

[grunts]

[Paul grunts, panting]

I called you a useless tit.

And you're clearly not the brains
of this operation,

which is obviously why
Wayne's taking over.

You have no idea who does what
around here.

Yeah, and what do you do
except impale potential customers

on, what, a bunch of kitten toys?

Why don't you get off me!

-What do you want, exactly?
-A 96 Beretta, like your dad promised me.

-I don't have one!
-Yeah, well,

that's the only one I know how to shoot

because that's the one my husband had
and that's the one I learned on.

And now my husband's gone, so is the gun,

and so is my son, and I'm alone
and I hate it!

Like, I really, really hate it.

But that is life, right?

You work like a dog to provide everything
for your family, and then what?

[voice breaks] Because who says that
that family's gonna stick around?

Because husbands leave and kids grow up.
Oh, and then what?

You're left without hobbies or friends
or interests, except in the family

that just left and the job that
you're eventually going to retire from.

No, I don't wanna be alone,
but if I have to be,

well, I need a gun for protection.

And I need a gun that I am familiar with.

Everything I have's in my car.

[exhales]

Let's go.

[clattering]

Got the money?

Here. You can count it if you like.

Something's off here.

How did you know that
I wasn't gettin' the store from my dad?

-What?
-Yeah, inside, remember?

You said you knew that
Wayne was taking over?

How did you know?

Your dad told me.

Really?

-Huh.
-[cocks gun]

In a business meeting about guns,
my son-of-a-bitch father

told you that he was
giving the store to Wayne?

Because he only told me yesterday.

Hey, I get it.

I mean, if my dad
was giving away my inheritance

to some loser,
I would be, like, way pissed.

You wired? You trying to get
a confession or something?

Nah, I think I'm just gonna leave that
to Homicide, because you see, Paul,

you might have one gun on me,
but there are two on you.

What?

[louder] I said, you might have
one gun on me but two on you.

-[Duff] Police!
-Argh! Ugh!

Ugh! Aah!

Stay down.

Paul O'Farrell, you are under arrest
for selling illegal weapons.

I am pretty sure this is the same gun
that you used to kill your father with.

We're just gonna let ballistics
be the judge of that.

[Naz] I got him. Come on.

Okay, okay, The Streep, not bad.

I don't know. I think, like, I'm more like
The Daniel Day Lewis.

Or like, I know, like
The Daniel Double D Lewis!

-No. Okay, okay.
-Woo!

-Did you see that?!
-I saw it, it was good.

-But this moment-- This moment--
-Yes! Yeah.

-Calm down. Just calm down.
-I was undercover!

Deep breaths, deep breaths, yep.

Undercover! Woo! [chuckles]

Yeah.

[dog barking]

[phone rings]

Hello?

[man] This is
the Lakeshore Detention Center.

-Do you accept the charges?
-Yes, I'll accept the damn charges.

[man] You're connected.

-[Tiggy] What'd they say?
-You're in.

Misiano's intrigued.
He says he likes working with women.

Buffalo is gonna give you a try,
but you've got to keep the status quo.

You just need to keep the same
distributors. You talk to the Bowens yet?

[Tiggy] No, but I will. Don't worry.

Seriously, thank you.

Hey, Tig, these Buffalo dudes,
they, um...

[door buzzes]

[exhales] Uh, just-just
don't thank me yet. All right?

[sighs heavily]

[♪ Cautious Clay: "Stolen Moments"]

[knock on door]

[Duff] Hmm.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's not Friday, yet you texted.

Huh. It must have been
a moment of weakness, I guess.

Which is why I ran over.

All right. We are a Friday night thing,
Nathan. Don’t get any...

Okay, but it's Thursday.

What's up?

[sighs] I don't know. I don't know.

I need to shake some things off.

Hold up, I'm gonna keep my shoes on
'cause it's my house it's my ru-rules.

You just gonna take my shoes off
in my house?

Yeah, okay. But it's hard for me
to love up your feet

-with these things on.
-Well, nobody asked you love up my feet.

They probably stink.

[sniffs] No, smell okay to me.

Come on, now, why you lying?

Babe, I'm not lying.
I said they smell good...

[sniffs] to me.

[laughs, sighs]

-Oh.
-How's that?

Oh, my God, that feels so good.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I thought you were in bed.

Nah, I was just working late.

Went undercover
and I got a guy for murder.

You know, I don't think that's too bad
for a nerdy old lady.

[chuckles]

Bet you wish I was like a cool mom.
One of those hippie artist types.

Nah, you'd be a terrible artist.

Yeah, but all you kids, you hate cops.

I mean, it's still badass.

At least you're one
of the good ones, right?

Yeah.

'Night, Mom. [kisses]

'Night.

[Jackie] Hi.

Hey.

Is your mom gonna come in?

-Nah. Nah, we're good.
-Good.

She's gonna be asleep
in, like, five minutes.

Good.

'Cause I wanna know everything about you.

[chuckles]

[theme music playing]