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Hey, listen, SIU reach out to you yet?

-Yeah. -What's that statement gonna say?

Keegan, I wasn't there when it started.

But if you had walked in ten seconds earlier,

you would have seen that he was coming at me, right?

Are you asking me to say that?

I wanna get into business with you.

Take my brother out.

If you got the stones for that, we'll talk.

[Wazowski] Put the gun down now!

[Tiggy] Stef just got pinched.

I pretty much run Stockwood now, don't I?

Gonna be my muscle, or what?

Who else is down there with her?

[Elliot] I don't know. It's gotta be another cop or something.

[Wazowski] Once we raid Cisco's stash house,

it's gonna lead us straight to the Bowens.

[Wazowski] Sweetie, I made you breakfast!

[Elliot] I'm comin'.

Here. Drink this.

[grunts]

It's green. It tastes like an armpit.

That's the collagen powder,

and then there's just, like, a tiny bit of kale in there.

[sighs]

You need greens. You need proteins.

I am your mother. It is my job.

[grunts]

You know what?

A mother bird actually vomits the food into the baby bird's mouth.

Did you know that when a baby bird gets older and learns how to fly,

the mama bird stops doing that?

Well, did you know that a quarter of baby birds die

because they leave the nest too early,

because they think that their wings are strong enough, but they are not,

because they didn't have enough kale?

Did you know that if a mama bird tried to keep a baby bird in the nest

against its will, the baby bird would probably be smothered to death?

Oh, is that so?

Well, I guess this fully grown baby bird doesn't need his mama's help

and can get to school himself without his new car.

You did not get me a new car.

[Elliot scoffs]

No way!

It's the Smart car.

Yep!

Cool...

[inhales sharply] Yeah!

Okay. Only the best for my fledgling.

Listen, it's a fun drive.

Don't worry about the horn. It sounds like a warm fart.

And you know what? It's fun to park.

I bet.

It's going to attract girls, just the right kind.

Pack up the kale, please.

[door closes]

[laughing] You're such a jerk.

No, I'm not!

Yeah, you are.

[mocking] "Morning, Mom."

"Healthy breakfast?"

"Thanks, Mom."

-Oh, my God. -"A roof over my head? Thanks, Mom."

"I got you a new car."

"Thanks, Mom."

She only got me the car so I'll be guaranteed to be a loser.

Mm.

Still could've said thank you, though.

Well, I can get her back right now.

-No! -You can say "hi."

No, no, no, no. You don't understand.

No, I think she forgot something.

-Here, come meet her right now. -Elliot, no. I'll be screwed.

[Elliot] What?

[Wazowski] Actually, can I just borrow your car for today?

Tomorrow it's all yours. Oh, look at that.

Oh, Elliot, someone has changed their mind about breakfast.

[keys drop on the floor]

-[both grunt] -[Wazowski] My nose!

I'm so sorry. Here.

-[Wazowski] Can you give me my phone? -Need some ice or something?

-Get my phone. -Yeah. Here, here.

[Wazowski] Thank you. [groans]

I love you, Mom. You're the best mother bird ever.

[Wazowski] I love you, baby bird.

[door closes]

[Elliot sighs]

Okay. What the hell?

Why-why would you be screwed?

[sighs]

I am her confidential informant.

[♪ Molly Johnson: "Magic Carpet Ride"]

-[banging on door] -[Naz] Kelly!

Door's open.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to bring you breakfast.

I'm not going to be in the office today,

so I figured I'd stop by and see how you're doing.

[Duff grunts]

[Naz sighs]

-Boom. -Hmm.

So how you doin'?

Ask me after I've had three of these.

Go ahead.

You keep your walls up.

Me? I consider you a friend.

I like you, Kelly Duff.

How about I get honest, okay?

Ooh...

I'm moving out of the condo today.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Thanks.

What are you gonna do? Life, right?

Tsh!

-So, what's going on with you? -[Duff sighs]

I've been talking to this shrink.

She keeps trying to get me to talk about what my feelings feel like.

And I'm like...

I don't even know.

I'm writing a statement for Keegan, trying to describe what I saw that day.

Kelly, you weren't there.

I was there seconds later.

I-I think, what, that you feel that you've got to be loyal

to this guy or something?

Look, if Keegan said the dude went for his gun,

then that's what happened.

He's a good guy.

A good guy would not ask you to lie for him.

[sighs]

[Wazowski] It is an excellent day!

Have a little bit of a nosebleed, everybody.

All is good. Don't worry about it.

Hey, Breann. What's up?

Good morning, Detective. I've got some really good intel for you.

-Been working on it all-- -Can't wait. Hold that thought.

-Is Detective Duff here yet? -Haven't seen her.

Okay. Just where is she?

So... uh...

[door opens]

Oh, my God. What is happening right now?

[chuckling] I strolled by Drug Squad,

praying you'll get a look at me in this outfit, but you weren't there.

Then I checked my phone,

lo and behold, a text message from you.

So, this is how you spend your free time?

Got to do something to keep my heart in shape so you don't break it.

What's up?

Um, come talk to me.

I could use your expertise.

Okay. I'm interested.

All right, so...

You know that De Angelis case, right?

That I worked with Keegan?

Yeah.

Well, we had hidden cameras in every room.

But...

a few of those files got corrupted.

Including the one tracking Keegan's arrest.

I mean, I'm just assumin'.

Yeah.

That's convenient.

So what you want me to do?

Do some sniffing around? See if I can recover something?

Well, but is anyone going to find out?

I mean, you don't need a bigger reason for the bullies to come prey on you.

I have a thick skin.

[laughs]

Clearly.

I'm gonna go charm the evidence clerk.

Show you what I can do.

Just don't charm her too much.

Too late now.

Okay, there she is.

-'Sup. -[Wazowski] Yes, yes, yes. Okay, team.

Come together, come together, come together. Magazine down.

Here we go. Guess what time it is? I'm going to tell you what time it is.

Time to roll up our sleeves on Stockwood.

This is where regular cops get sleepy, but guess what?

Not us.

Rick Gray, Stef Bowen, where are they?

Behind bars. What have we done?

Oh-oh, successfully destabilized the Stockwood crew.

Yes. Yes. Good cop, good cop, good cop, best cop.

-[Hamm chuckles] -[Wazowski] Now it's time to get out there

and sweep up the debris.

People will be scared. People will be talking.

Yeah, but first, do you know you have tissue sticking out your nose?

Oh, yeah, I just had-- sorry, I had a nose bleed earlier.

I was just giving it time to coagulate.

-Okay. -Yep.

This is Breann. I've invited her in.

She's been working with the community outreach team in Stockwood.

She has a few nuggets to share.

-Yes-- -You know, when I was your age,

I too was a keener.

Why, just three weeks out of the academy,

I was handpicked for a very high profile undercover operation.

[Breann laughing] Cis white male fast-tracked up the ladder.

[chuckles] No surprise there.

[laughs]

I like you, Constable.

We found some extortion in the fashion industry.

I went undercover as a male model.

Wow, that's crazy.

Not that crazy.

What's going on in Stockwood?

You know what? Not a lot. Jackie Sullivan hasn't been in touch much.

I'm gonna reach out to her.

What about Randy Bowen?

No one's seen hide nor greasy hair of that guy.

Either he's gone underground or someone else is running Stockwood.

Well, I have a few complaints that might be of interest.

Okay. [clears throat] Uh, number one,

uh, someone who goes by the name Money is selling uppers to teenagers

at Highland Collegiate.

Now, prescription drugs aren't really a Stockwood product,

so I'm thinking someone new's moving in.

You know what? I'm going to take that one because my son goes there. So...

Your son goes there, so you should definitely not take that one.

Exactly.

Those kids know me. They're gonna talk to me, like, "Oh, hey, Elliot's mom.

Whassup?" I'll be, like, "Yeah, that's great. Thank you."

Mm, they'll lie to you and you'll believe them.

Your kid can talk circles around you. I've seen it happen.

He doesn't talk circles around me.

We have a very good line of communication, actually.

He trusts me, I trust him. It's wonderful.

-He talks circles around you all the time. -Can we-- can we hear

what's behind door number two, please?

Yeah. [clears throat] Yes, uh, okay, um, number two,

a gun locker was stolen out of a house on Elmdale, um, three days ago.

Two guns missing. Owner called it in.

But before we could respond, he called back and recanted.

Said he found the locker in the back alley.

-What's the name of the owner? -James Taylor.

-No way! -It's not the singer, Barry.

But still, I mean, stolen guns. That's not nothing, right?

Why don't we bring him in, see what he knows?

You know what? In the meantime, I'm gonna call Jackie Sullivan,

see if she's heard anything.

Fine. I'll take Money. You take Fire and Rain.

Thank you, Breann. Well done.

-Thank you. -James Taylor. Could you imagine?

It's not James Taylor.

[Hamm] It'd be so cool if it was, right?

It'd be a bit weird.

[Tiggy] Hey. I've got two bricks in my van.

You're going to take one, break it down. No stepping on it.

Roxy, we got to keep it clean.

We got to stay out of trouble.

That means no selling to anyone underage.

And, hey, no guns. You hear me?

Okay.

But that means we got to move more product.

Okay, so we'll move more product.

Which means we'll need a better system than me breaking stuff down

in an abandoned church.

I can't keep that kind of weight on site.

Need to be smart about this.

I'm on it, all right?

-Don't worry. -Okay.

Tig, driving around with the bricks sitting next to you...

I'm a middle-aged white lady in a minivan. No one's looking at me.

[engine starts]

[sighs]

I never recanted any story. I said I found my locker.

What about the guns?

The locker was empty when I found it.

I didn't see any point in investigating it.

It's not like you guys are gonna find anything.

Detective Wazowski. You own a blue Colt .45

and H&K USP .45, correct?

Melissa let me keep them after our divorce.

Only nice thing she ever did.

-You live alone? -I do now.

Does anybody have access to your home? Workers, friends, colleagues?

When was your locker stolen?

About three nights ago now.

They came in through the basement door.

It was open when I came home.

How do you know there was more than one?

Well, my safe weighs 200 pounds.

Are you going to carry that by yourself?

Does Pinocchio have wooden balls?

I can carry that locker and a two-four of beer--

-Okay, it's... -What?

Listen, we're hoping to have answers for you soon.

Forensics are running prints on the safe as we speak.

Look, what's the point?

I mean, the guns are long gone by now.

Sir, are you trying to get us off this case?

No, sir.

But when you cops come around my neighborhood,

it always means trouble.

And we've got enough of that to go around.

Do you play guitar, by chance?

-Hamm, don't. -What? I just--

He doesn't.

-Harmonica? -No.

Elliot.

Let me... Can you just talk to me?

You know, there's a party later at the old church.

Do you want to come meet some of my friends?

Do you have friends?

Because I bet being a snitch would be pretty tough on friendships.

Hey, I don't snitch on my friends.

Right. Okay, so maybe you just snitch on me then?

What, did my mom put you on to me

so she can watch my every move or something?

You're being ridiculous, Elliot.

I know you didn't just meet me by coincidence.

You're my mom's informant.

I know enough to know that means you're some sort of criminal or something.

Oh, what, you just ran into me

and you forced yourself into my life or something?

I didn't force myself onto anyone.

Okay? And I never said it was a coincidence.

What?

[Jackie] Okay. Okay, Elliot...

[panting]

Yes, I was with your mom when she called about the Late Bloomer sale.

I-I-I was curious about you, okay?

And your mom, she's-- I'm so sorry, but she's, like, such a dork,

and you're just not at all what I was expecting.

And, Elliot, I didn't expect to hit it off with you.

But we did.

Like, how am I supposed to believe anything you say?

I thought that you saw me.

What?

I thought that you saw me. I don't know how I got it so wrong.

[Elliot] Okay, hey, Jackie.

Hey, Jackie!

Hey, Elliot. How you doin'?

Remember me?

[Layna] Hey, Tig. What are you doing here?

I thought you were still in Buffalo.

Yeah, um, the border went really fast.

I made good time.

Okay.

I've got some leftover goulash and some homemade bu--

Hi, sis. [chuckles]

You slept with him?

Layna, are you sick in the head?

You drove straight from Buffalo right into this idiot's bed?

Of course not. I went by the garage and dropped off the drugs first.

Oh, come on. He's got a jacuzzi.

-And that chair. -[groans]

And that table.

You know what? My sister deserves way better than you.

She has serious low self-esteem.

-Tig! -[Randy] Who doesn't?

Did you at least get Mercedes her food after all these insults?

Good.

[gasps] Frozen? Oh, come on.

Mercedes prefers fresh. She's refined.

Then get a cat to do your shopping.

Oh, you try eating a frozen rat. [scoffs]

Buffalo just fronted us ten keys.

That's 200,000 worth of product.

Your guys are going to have to pick up the pace

if we're going to sell it all and pay 'em back.

I wanna move more, I want to play it safer.

You got anyone that could kit up my car? You know, build a compartment?

Yeah, I know a guy.

Good, because we need a better distribution plan, too.

We can't keep working out of my garage.

We could do it here.

No. Too much foot traffic. We'd get flagged.

We've gotta find a business that hires a lot of young people,

in and out, you know, lots of turnover like a store or a fast food place.

I know another guy.

His car wash could use a cash injection.

Okay. You trust him?

No, I don't trust anybody.

Oh. That's funny.

Neither do I.

Except each other, right?

Because we're a family now.

Okay, you're disgusting.

[Elliot] Okay, I will do literally anything

to stop you from telling my mom about this.

[Duff] No, man. She needs to know.

[sighs] Why?

Why?

Jackie Sullivan is your mom's confidential informant.

Anybody finds out you guys have been talking, it'll ruin her career.

No. She didn't know.

It doesn't matter.

It'll put extra scrutiny on her cases.

I didn't even know until, like, two hours ago,

and we just broke up anyway, so it doesn't matter.

You tell her or I do.

Right now?

Yeah.

Well, after you tell me who the hell this Money is.

Apparently, he's dealing uppers to the kids at your school.

Yeah. My friends buy from him all the time.

He sells out of a food truck.

He drives around to all the schools.

Ah!

Look, I'll tell you where the truck's due next

if you promise not to tell my mom about Jackie.

All right. [sighs]

You help me with this, I'll give you to the end of her shift tonight.

She's going to be exhausted.

You've got to give me at least 24 hours.

Final offer.

[sighs] Fine.

All right. Now, where am I headed?

He'll be here in 30.

He'll be-- [sighs]

What?

Oh! now I'm starting to see why your mom doesn't know

which way is up with you.

Witness reports.

A comely neighbor saw two medium-sized figures

carrying the locker out of the basement.

And did this fully empowered human being happen to give a description?

No, it was too dark,

but one of them had a limp and the other a crowbar.

The gun locker was banged up, yes, but that's not how they got in.

They used a keypad.

Okay.

Forensic pulled two sets of prints.

One belonged to James Taylor, which is no surprise,

and the other one was unknown until about ten minutes ago.

Alina Taylor, James's daughter.

He didn't say he had a kid.

She lives with her mother. It was a nasty divorce.

Apparently, this is when she started acting out.

She got arrested for shoplifting last year.

It might be why James recanted his story.

Maybe he finds out his 17-year-old daughter stole his guns,

doesn't want her to go to jail.

So why would Alina steal the locker if she could just open it?

'Cause then it wouldn't look like a robbery.

You're welcome.

[Hamm] Thank you.

So you guys think my kid did it, huh?

Honest to God, you guys are just--

You neglected to tell us you even had a daughter.

[James] Alina lives with her mother,

which wasn't my choice, by the way.

Anyway, she wasn't even at my house the night that the locker was stolen.

It's true. I was with, like, six friends that night.

And they can vouch for you?

Mr. Taylor, can I have the combination to your gun locker?

Why don't you just write it down for me?

If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk to your daughter alone.

-No way. I'm not-- -No way. I'm staying.

I'm sure you two have a lot to discuss. Barry's an expert in divorce.

Women have married this guy, like, three times.

All right, Mr. Taylor. Do you wanna come with me?

[sighs]

[scoffs]

I am curious, have you seen fire and rain?

[door buzzes]

-Do I really have to go with this guy? -Come on.

[door closes]

Divorce sucks, doesn't it?

I don't know.

I'm not divorced.

Kids always get stuck in the middle.

My son, he had a really rough time.

Did you have to choose sides?

[sighs]

My father was happy.

My mother was sad.

Made it easy.

Do you remember when they told you?

Because for me, that was-was really the hardest part.

Just, like, having to tell my kid.

They told me the day it was official.

A year ago.

June 6th.

Obviously that was a really big day for your family.

Especially your dad.

Because that's the combination to his gun locker.

The one that we found your fingerprints on.

Listen, I don't think you stole the locker with the guns in it,

but you need to tell me why you opened it.

I just wanted to look at them.

I had a friend over.

I thought it would be cool to show her.

What's the name of that friend?

Roxy.

Mm-hmm.

Roxy Morales.

Did she watch you punch in the code?

Okay, do you have her number?

Okay, has she been in touch since?

She said she'd call.

She didn't.

I heard she was having people over tonight at the old church she was living in.

I was gonna go.

You know what? Tell you what, you're gonna go to this party.

You-you, uh, take some videos.

You post these videos. You show me Roxy.

[breathing heavily]

[whimpers]

[door opens]

Hey, Jacks.

What's going on?

[sniffles]

Can I come in?

[sighs] What time are people coming over tonight?

I don't know, probably 9:00 or so.

Cool.

I got to do something first, but Forrest will be here.

Do you mind if I just stay here for a little bit?

I just got dumped. I don't feel like going home.

What happened?

[sighs]

I told him the truth about something.

And he didn't like it.

[inhales]

Are you working for Mom, Roxy?

-I need the money, all right? -What?

I can't spend another broke ass winter. It's freezing!

Then get a job!

That's rich coming from you.

[cell phone buzzes]

I gotta go.

Where are you going?

You don't wanna know.

Yep, I do. And I'm coming with you. I don't wanna be alone right now.

No, your mom will kill me. No!

Screw my mom.

[sighs]

Roxanna Morales, also known as Roxy.

Last known address was a PO box.

What do we got?

Uh, a couple of theft-unders.

Did a stint in a youth center for armed robbery.

No current charges.

Okay. Any connection with Stockwood?

Uh, nothing, besides the fact that she grew up there.

Okay. Uh, no known address.

Okay. Maybe she's broke, stole the guns to sell 'em?

That blue Colt will fetch you a pretty penny.

Okay, you know what? Let's find this Roxy. We're going to get her for the guns.

Maybe she has some intel on Stockwood.

Yes.

Kids these days.

[Elliot] I mean, you work with her. You know what it's like.

She starts off by stating the obvious in way too many words.

"And so now you're going to crush geometry using my meticulous five-point plan."

-Five-point plan... -"How was your day, by the way?"

Then it's like you don't answer and she starts to hover.

You know, it's like, "Will you just tell me what happened?

Why don't we talk it out? Do you like science or art?

Both are great.

Do you like girls or boys? Both are also great.

Why don't you just tell me everything you're feeling

while I turn down the music and brush your teeth for you?"

Oh, she's not that bad.

Trust me, she is.

It sounds like she cares about you.

When you love someone, it's different, right?

You lose objectivity.

Well, I objectively know that my mother's annoying.

I don't know why Jackie would want to be her CI.

No one chooses to be a CI. It's a lesser evil scenario.

I mean, they don't have a choice.

Once you've got 'em on the hook as a snitch, you own them.

Oh, please. Don't have any pity for that girl.

She made her bed.

You just said she didn't have a choice, so...

Hey, that's it.

-All right. Hang tight. -Hold up.

Wait, Money's not going to sell to you.

-Why not? -Because you're old.

-What? -And you need a codeword.

I need to get it in person.

Well, go get the code and come straight back here, okay?

-Yeah. -I'll pull a UC to do the actual buy.

All right.

Calling me old. I ain't old.

[sighs]

[school bell rings]

[cell phone pings]

Is--

Oh, hell no.

Kill that kid.

Dude, you were only supposed to go get the code.

I thought I'd move things along, okay?

Buy myself some time before you rat me out to my mom.

Just--

-Whoa. -Just give me another day. Please.

Wait, I don't know what--

Hey, I don't know what to say to her yet. I need another day. Please.

Is that Money? Stay right there.

Whoa, whoa, no, you don't. Police! You're under arrest!

[Money] Okay, okay, okay. Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-[Duff] Get down. -[Money] What'd I do?

-[panting] -Hands behind your back.

-Stand all the way up, now! -Okay. Okay. Okay.

[Duff] What did you do?

You sold controlled substances to numerous minors.

Plus, you ruined my love of burritos.

[Money panting]

Huh?

You should've stuck to limericks.

Actually, the Lime Rick, no limericks involved.

The decal guy forgot to put a space between the "Lime" and the "Rick,"

and now I gotta do, like, Irish burritos. It makes no sense.

Do you think I care about your design problems?

Punk-ass kid.

[sighs]

Come on.

Hey.

You know, if you need a place to stay...

you can stay with us, girl.

You don't have to sell drugs for my mother.

I don't take handouts, Jackie.

I gotta hustle. Don't worry about me.

Anyway, Tiggy's like another mother.

[sighs]

She's better than my mother. My mother's hopeless.

Well, my mother is an asshole.

No. Your mom is tough.

Unlike her kid.

-[chuckles] -Oh, boo-hoo.

-Got in a fight with a boy. -Oh, boys are the worst, man.

God, you're so lucky that you like women.

[scoffs]

Whoa. What? What are you doing?

Forrest and I stole some guns.

I'm going to offload them on these tech guys I met on the web.

Stay here, okay?

[Roxy] 'Sup?

Hey.

What's happenin'?

Here it is.

[man] Is that real?

[Roxy] Of course it's real. What are you talking about?

-Here you go. It's all there. -No, man. Where's the rest?

-[man] That's all. -[Roxy] Give me the rest, man.

-What the hell? -Yo, it's time to go!

-[gasps] -[Roxy grunts]

Oh, my God! Roxy!

[Roxy] Fuck!

-[gunshot] -[Jackie exclaims]

[man] Hey, you hit?

[groans]

Dude! Dude!

[engine starts]

[tires screech]

[man] Get back here!

Get back here, you psycho!

[♪ loud party music]

[chatter and laughter]

Roxy. Hey, Roxy.

What if that guy is dead?

Stop freaking out. Forrest is here somewhere.

Maybe he's upstairs.

If those yutes hit back, I want numbers.

Well, you mean you think they're coming here?

You think they're coming here?

Yes. Put your phone away.

Just stay here until I find Forrest, okay?

-Jackie, you've gotta chill. -Mm-hmm.

Elliot, look. I am done playing with you,

and I don't have time to chase you right now,

so you need to call me back and tell me where you are right now.

Oh, and whatever you do, do not take those drugs.

They're evidence.

Call me back.

Hey, what's up, Wazowski? You talk to your son tonight, by any chance?

Elliot? No. Why? Oh, is it that Highland Collegiate thing?

Is he involved? Is he on drugs? Oh, my God, wait. No, is he in trouble?

-Is he in trouble? -Stop it.

-Calm down. Calm down. -Is he in trouble? Is he in--

Calm down.

Look, your kid is still a nerd dressed in cool kid's clothes, okay?

Okay, thank you. Thank you so much. That's, like, every mother's dream,

but why are you asking?

No, I was just thinking about teenagers, you know?

Why they do what they do.

Speaking of teens, have you ever heard of a Roxanna Morales?

[Duff] Ah, Roxy.

I've seen her around. She lives in that old church in Stockwood.

Rough life.

Yeah, well, it's about to get even rougher. Check this out.

Now, whose feed is that?

Oh, this girl, Alina Taylor.

It was her father's gun locker that was stolen,

and we think Roxy was involved.

[Duff] Is that Jackie Sullivan?

[Wazowski] Yes, it is.

Of course, it is.

[cell phone pings]

[cell phone pings]

Hey. Forrest, where's Roxy?

-What? -She was supposed to call me.

The party's at Roxy's church. You know, maybe we should head over.

Hey, look at this. Um, um, make it go back.

Oh, yeah.

[Alina] Hey. Forrest, where's Roxy?

-What? -She was supposed to call me.

Check out limpy tits here. The other locker thief had a limp.

He's possibly armed and possibly dangerous.

-Okay, let's go. -All right.

You need backup?

Admit it, you missed me. You did. It's okay.

I missed you, too.

Weirdly, I feel like I've been with you all day.

[♪ upbeat electronic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi, baby. How are you?

Hungry.

[kisses] Hungry? Why? Where's Jackie? Jackie!

She's not here. She hasn't been here all day.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

[Tiggy] Jackie, where are you?

Hi. Mom, I'm at Roxy's, and there's trouble.

Yeah, because you're hanging around that church.

Whatever's going on right now, you get your ass home now. You hear me?

Jackie!

I'll go in there first, suss it out.

Not going to lie, I'll stick out like a sore thumb, but you two guys?

Swollen thumbs with clown faces painted on them.

What does that even mean?

[♪ upbeat electronic music]

Excuse me. Have y'all seen a little short girl,

long hair, named Jackie?

[sighs]

All right, whatever.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, okay, look. There's all sorts coming to this party.

Look at those clean little white shoes, little yellow vest.

We might not stick out at all.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

You need to pay attention right now, okay?

What the hell is wrong with you, man? Where the hell have you been?

-I was looking for you. -Yeah, right.

Where are my drugs, you little dink?

-What am I gonna tell your mom? -I was looking for you.

Elliot!

[Duff] No, no, no. Where are you going?

Elliot, we gotta go. We gotta go!

[people screaming]

[Duff] Get down! Get down! Get down!

[Hamm] Everybody get down and stay down!

Hamm, block the exit!

Elliot! Elliot, are you okay?

-Duff. -I'm on it!

[people screaming]

[Duff] Stay down! Stay down! Everyone, get down!

Go, go. Elliot, don't move.

-[Duff grunts] Got you! -[Wazowski] Don't move!

[panting]

You're okay. You're okay.

[grunts]

[Roxy moaning]

Don't bleed out before I can book you.

It's okay. You're going to be okay.

[police radio chatter]

Watch your head.

[Duff] Whoo.

Look at this baby.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

-Blue Colt, am I right? -Mm-hmm. You're right.

Yes. I am right.

What a beauty.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hold on.

Oh, Duff, I've got it. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

That's my son.

Breann, that's my son.

Okay, look, Mom, just let me explain for a second, okay?

I don't know whose that is. I don't know what it is.

It's not even mine. I don't even know how that got there.

I'm-- Look, just-- I--

Put your hands behind your back.

[Elliot] What?

Put your hands behind your back.

Sam!

[handcuffs clasp]

[Elliot] Mom.

[sighs]

[handcuffs clasp]

Take him.

Hey. So we got three guys in custody?

Yeah. Roxy's in the hospital.

Shooter's in custody, plus four more kids for possession.

Okay.

Do we know the shooter's affiliation?

He's not talking, and he has no priors.

But we're going to talk to Roxy when she's out of surgery.

Okay.

[Duff] Hey, uh...

Where's Elliot?

Uh...

He's in holding.

Duff...

What were you talking to my son about before the shooting?

I saw you yelling at my kid.

I ran into him today.

I was looking for that dealer at Highland Collegiate.

Elliot was outside the school.

He offered to help.

Are you saying that you used my kid in a case today,

and that's why he had drugs on him?

Is this-- Is that what you're saying to me?

I'm saying there's so much more to this story, Sam.

Is that what you and Keegan used to do?

That's what you like to do? You pimp out kids to do your police work?

No wonder you back him up.

You're no better than him.

Okay, I'm going to let that one slide.

Yeah? You're going to let that one slide?

You need to talk to your son.

Don't you tell me what I need to do with my son.

That's my son.

You're an asshole.

Hey.

Congratulations, Elliot.

Truly, though, really well done. You've been arrested for possession.

[Elliot sighs]

What the hell were you doing at that party?

Hey, Elliot, I'm not leaving till I get an answer.

Okay, um, what if I just tell you every bad thing I've ever done?

Every single terrible thing.

If I just tell you every single terrible thing,

can we just clean the slate and-and-and you just promise not to freak out?

Yeah. I've got nothing else to lose. Okay, yes.

-Yeah? -Yes, go.

-Hit me. -Uh, okay.

Your credit card wasn't stolen last year.

I was using it, uh, to buy clothes to sell online.

That time Mike's house got broken into, that was me.

I just wanted to borrow a video game, and I didn't want to wait for him,

so I just kicked his back door in.

Oh, wow!

You said you wouldn't get mad.

I just-- I was-- I was-- I was breathing heavily.

Oh, uh, when we got bed bugs,

I think it was because I let Rahim and his boyfriend sleep in your bed

when you were on night shift.

When we went away last Christmas, I rented our house out as an Airbnb,

and that's why the plumbing was all messed up when we got back,

and I got a fake ID to date a TA at Ryerson last year--

Oh, my God. Please stop. I can't.

Elliot, I can't. Please just-- just skip to tonight. What happened?

Yeah, I, uh...

I was helping Kelly with a bust, and I just left with the drugs.

And I was at that party because I wanted to talk to Jay.

Who's Jay?

Her name's Jackie Sullivan.

It's your-your confidential informant or whatever.

But I didn't know, okay?

Like, Kelly saw us together, and she said I had to tell you,

and then I-I was trying to get out of doing that,

so then I forced her to let me help, and I was just--

Elliot...

you can never see her again.

-What? -No.

Mom, she's not a bad person or anything, okay?

You just have to trust me.

I did, Elliot.

I don't anymore.

Mom. Hey, uh...

I'm a baby bird learning to fly.

Mom!

[♪ Boyce Avenue: "Fire and Rain"]

[door opens and closes]

[Jackie panting]

Hey. What happened?

-Are you all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, baby. Talk to me.

What's the point?

[door opens]

Oh.

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[phone ringing]

[answering machine] Hey, it's Duff. You know what to do.

Hi, it's me.

Um...

[sighs] I was calling because I wanted to say that I was sorry

for calling you an asshole earlier,

and, um, I would like you to know that I try very hard

not to stoop to accusations and name-calling,

but it's just a lot easier to take it out on you

than to figure out who my son is right now, but I...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Just whoever he is, he's still my son,

and the thing is, I guess, Kelly, like, you kind of, like, were an asshole

to use him in your case today.

And then you-- We were f-- And then you lied to me about it.

[muffled] Um, I'm sorry for saying sorry.

Now that I'm hearing myself, I'm not sorry.

[hangs up]

[answering machine] End of messages.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[Keegan on video] Don't move! I got you, douche bag.

[man] Okay. Okay. Not moving. Not fighting.

[Keegan] Are you going for my gun?

[man] No, no, I didn't. I swear.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[theme music playing]