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[Wazowski] Are you saying that you used
my kid in a case today

and that's why he had drugs on him?
Is that what you're saying to me?

Her name's Jackie Sullivan.

You can never see her again.

Roxy, you got to keep it clean,
you got to stay out of trouble.

And, hey, no guns.

[Duff] I need a 96 Beretta.

I need it to scare my man, all right?

You had a boyfriend
point a gun in your face?

[exhales]

[Keegan] When they do finally
give me my job back,

you can't abandon me, OK?

You know that De Angelis case, right?
That I worked with Keegan?

Well, we had hidden cameras in every room.

[cutlery scraping against plates]

[sighs]

Hey, uh...

you need any help cleaning up or...

No, no. You can't clean.

I'm good. I got it.

Son, let me give you a hand.

Shoes!

I just cleaned the floors, please.

C'mon, I don't want you to be upset.

Oh, I'm not upset. I'm good, really.

I can do like, lots of stuff now.

I can listen to my own music,
which is gonna be awesome,

on my own speakers that I bought
my own self with my own money.

I'm going to bring something up
right now, actually.

You guys are going to love this,
it's from the 90s.

-["Let it Rain" by Amanda Marshall plays]
-Oh yeah, do you remember this one?

-[Elliot sighs]
-[Wazowski] Oh, no, no, no.

Of course you wouldn't,
because I hadn't had all the protein

and marrow sucked out of my bones
and teeth when I made you.

This song hadn't hit the charts

Oh, I hadn't had the old vagina
just ripped open

in the process of giving you life.

Hey, if I'm old enough
to spend the night in jail,

can make my own decisions
about where I wanna live

and who I wanna date, right?

-Mom?
-Elliot, let's go.

[sighs] Okay. All right.

Yeah, why don't you go with your father?

You should probably go with him.

Because he's been such a present and
attentive parent these past seven years.

♪ Let it rain ♪

Nice moves.

♪ On me ♪

He'll be back. This'll blow over.

Maybe he just needs some space.

Yeah.

Like father, like son, I guess.

♪ Oh, I have been a witness ♪

♪ To the perfect crime ♪

♪ Wipe the grin off of my face ♪

♪ To hide the blame ♪

So, [grunts] gonna tell me
what's going on, or...?

What?

You want one?

I saw the surveillance footage.

-Of?
-Don't make this hard, Keegan.

See, I don't know
what you're talking about.

The De Angelis case.

The ten seconds before I came in.

Or two minutes, actually.

There was no footage
from the De Angelis case.

What did you do?

You go hunting around for this?

You lied to me.

-To Shanks, to your squad, to everyone!
-I lost my temper.

I had to lie to save our play!

OK? That would've meant all our work,

the whole thing, what we did together,
your work undercover--

Don't you dare say you did this for me.

Oh, come on, Kelly. The guy was guilty.

He was guilty, and he's a scumbag,

and he's in jail now where he should be,
because of us.

But you beat up a kid!

And then you lied about it, and you put me
in a position where I can't protect you.

Serve and protect, remember that?

That's what you taught me.

You can't protect me?

[sighs]

You're supposed to be my partner.

[inhales]

We got a code.

Now you're going to turn your back on me?
How many times I had your back, huh?

-This is different--
-No, it's not.

If it weren't for me,
you'd still be hiding in a closet

while Len kicked the hell outta you.

You better do the right thing
and get ahead of this and tell the truth!

'Cause if you don't...

then I will.

[grunts]

[sobbing]

So I guess you're talking to me again?

I'm still mad at you.

I'm just more mad at Elliot.
Plus, he moved out...

and I can't stand
being in that house alone.

And you're, like...

the only other person I know
who doesn't have a life, so...

Hey,

feast your eyes on this.

Uniforms found it in the old church
Roxy was squatting in.

Wait, is it a black-market kidney?

-'Cause maybe I'll just sit this one out.
-Come see for yourself.

[exhaling]

It's--It's a-- You gotta press it,
it's like one of the...

-Did you have coffee or something?
-Six.

-[Duff] Wow!
-[Wazowski] Yes!

-And these are Roxy's?
-Yeah,

I guess she's our
friendly neighborhood gun runner!

Wow!

This way! And then turn it around.
That way!

And yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

♪ Round and round and round ♪

♪ We got the beat ♪

♪ We got the beat ♪

♪ We got the beat ♪

♪ We got the beat ♪

Ms. Benson, we have a few questions
for your client.

Like?

Like why did we find a cooler
full of weapons in her squat

all registered to a defunct Chicago
gun store called Nation of Ammo?

Operative word being "squat".
Those guns could belong to anyone.

Except the only prints on them
are Roxy's,

so we're going to have to assume
she owns all of them.

Mm, plus one more.

Isaiah Jones, 12 years old,

killed in a Stockwood drive-by
four months ago.

Gun on the scene was
also registered to Nation of Ammo.

Mm, looks like someone's gonna be
an accessory to murder.

[Wazowski] Mm-hmm.

Unless they tell us exactly
where they got those weapons.

Let's imagine my client was a person

who came into possession
of some black-market weapons.

Let's say she considered selling them
to other desperate souls

who, for whatever reason,
felt like they needed to wave a gun around

to be taken seriously.

You could go after her,

or you could go after the much more
dangerous humans

supplying to her and dozens of others.

Crown will drop the sentence to six months
if she gives up her gun source.

Um, awkward silence is not gonna shave
four and a half years off your time,

-will it, Wazowski?
-No, it really won't.

OK.

Apparently,

phone a guy, leave a thousand bucks
in the public toilet

across from the Epic Bingo,
in Mississauga,

guy leaves a gun.

Like in the back of the toilet,
like, in the bowl where you--

-like it was--
-In the back.

[inhales slowly] Guy's name?

Goes by Siff.

Gets a new burner every month.

Thank you.

[Wazowski] She wasn't specific,
to be clear.

She just said "the public toilet",

so it's possible that it could've been
left in the bowl.

[Tiggy] Hey, Jacks, can you pick up Sol
from school later,

take him to Maureen's?

Hey.

Hello.

No, why are you assaulting me?

Oh, assault? Removing
your headphones is assault?

Yes, actually. It's unwanted touching

and if you don't give it back,
it's robbery.

[Tiggy chuckles]

What's the matter, baby?
Is it the cop's kid?

Mmm, no.

Come here. Sit up.

Come here.

[sighs]

When I was 16,

I saw a picture of Ivana Trump
in this Prada dress.

She was standing next to Donald

who, you know, back then, you could
almost look at without throwing up.

Oh, gosh, don't.

Almost.

I remember thinking,

"I wish I had a millionaire husband
to buy me that dress."

[exhales]

For so long, baby, for years,

I poured my energy
into helping men succeed.

But what I needed

was to pour some of that energy
into myself.

Buy my own damn dress.

You're a tiger, baby, not a kitten.

And you're nobody's pet.

You want something?

Go get it.

This is Nation of Ammo.

And this is Levin Kaplan, former owner.
He died last year.

His widow, Hannah, has no idea
where the inventory went.

Looked into her, spotless record.
She's never even been to Canada.

I got in touch with the dealer.
Swap's set for tomorrow morning.

[Duff] My man.

Phew, yeah, my ma-an, as well...

OK, cool. Cool, cool, cool.

You will do the drop
in the men's restroom.

Hamm and I are gonna watch and wait.

No, no, no, no.
No can do, Samwich.

I have my DS interview tomorrow
morning, so you are on your own.

My days of cruising bathrooms
will soon be behind me.

OK, well, looks like it's just us
[in high-pitched voice] chickens.

Bock-bock.

OK, let's do the old to-do list, gang.

Me, 7:00 am, I will gather the money,

I will put it in a big Ziploc,
I will bring the car.

I gotta get gas, so that means,
Duff, you're bringing the--

Cool, cool, cool, cool.

I can't believe he has to leave the money
in the toilet.

[imitates gagging]

I've given him some hand sanitizer.

[licks loudly]

God, could you stop that?

Well, I don't wanna waste it.

But can't you just eat
what's inside the cup?

Oh, my God, what are you,
the food police?

I have an idea, how about
actual police work? Eyes on.

[sighs]

I've decided

[exhales loudly] I'm gonna tell Shanks...

about Elliot and Jackie.

OK.

Nice knowing you.

I gotta get it out there.

Can't keep it bottled up, you know?

I want to clear the air,
you should try it some time.

What are you talking about?

Something is bothering you.

I know that.

Come on!

OK, let me guess.

You and Nathan broke up.

Am I hot?

Am I cold? Am I warm? I bet I'm warm.

I'm warm, aren't I? I'm really warm.
I'm probably hot.

Is that what it is?

We're not together enough
to break up, OK?

Look at that.

[Wazowski] Seriously, though.
Like, I tell you everything.

Like, I'm thinking it, I feel it,
I'm like... [imitates fast talking]

And I tell you.
You don't tell me anything.

You know everything about me.

Who says I want to know
those things, though?

Hey, Naz, someone's heading in.

Keep your eyes open.

[door opens]

[footsteps]

[cubicle door opens]

[lid being taken off]

Naz, what's happening?

[door closes]

He handed me the drop. Grab him.

Let's go.

Hey, police.
Get your hands up.

-Get your hands up!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

[Duff] Don't move! Don't you--
Come back here!

Freeze!

-Drop the phone.
-[Naz] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hands.

Don't eat it!

Oh, my...
Did he just eat a SIM card?

What do you want me to say?
I don't know what to tell you.

I'm not a gun dealer
and I don't have a client list.

Oh, I see, you just really enjoy.
The taste of SIM card in the morning.

Yusuf, I am not letting you leave here
with all the information I need

swimming around in your guts.

If I have to,
I'll go fishing around in the...

You know, for names.

I will do it, OK?

So you can either just get things moving,

which will be very unpleasant
for both of us, mostly for me.

Or you could just tell me

how many guns you sold, who
you sold them to besides Roxy Morales.

-I don't know a Roxy Morales.
-What is this? Offering him a muffin?

What's she going to do next,
make him a souffle?

Just let Sam do her thing.

[Wazowski] Five? Ten? 20? 50?
You sold 50 guns?

I'm still waiting
for your Keegan statement.

[Yusuf] I'm not!

If you want your partner back,
you need to write that letter.

Yeah, I know.

I'm working on it.

[Wazowski] It is biologically unsafe
to hold it in for so long.

Did you know you can get something
called fecal impaction?

Yeah. Also, megarectum.

That's real, looked it up on the web.

Megarectum? What is...?

OK, fine. Go.

Wazowski, can you step out, please?

Do not gloat!

Don't do it.

What?

-Megarectum?
-Yeah, megarectum.

Let me show you how to do this.

What's going on?

Kelly's turn. Just let her scare
the SIM card out of him,

then you go back in and get it done
by the book.

Speaking of by the book...

[clears throat]

[exhales]

My son Elliot is dating
one of our confidential informants,

Jackie Sullivan.

-Oh, God.
-Oh, I know, I know. I know.

-Oh, boy.
-It's-- I know.

It's OK.

It will be o--
They met randomly online,

and I had no idea and I just found out.

Does your son have any access
to your files,

your work, your information?

No, no. He doesn't.
My work has not been compromised.

-[Shanks exhales]
-Listen...

if you have to take this upstairs, I--
I understand.

[Duff] No, what's absurd
is that you don't wanna cooperate.

-See, guys like you--
-[Yousuf] Guys like me?

I was already thinking of
taking Jackie Sullivan out of the system

after the church party fiasco,
so thanks for making my mind up.

[inhales]

Your boy isn't going to become trouble,
is he?

No, he won't.

Good.

Oh, kids are a real weak spot,
aren't they?

Yeah.

[exhales]

I just-- I have--
If you wait-- I j--

[Duff] How about this?

How about you tell me
who you're selling guns to ASAP?

ASAP or what?

Or I'm about to unleash a whole bunch
of other acronyms on you.

See, your Canadian work visa
is about to expire

and, well, with crime like this,
[sucks on teeth]

that'll get you sent back
to the USA by the DOJ

and you'll be SOL in MCC.

And don't forget about the K-I-D.

I'm sure you wouldn't wanna
leave that behind.

Oh, gotta love social media.

That your boy? About 10 years old?

I just want to know what he's going
to look like when he's 25,

'cause that's the next time
you're gonna see him.

Unless you tell us how many guns
you've sold and who you sold them to,

and we'll make sure you stay in Canada
for your sentencing.

Yeah. At least you could see your kid
on the weekends.

Uh...

The guns belong to my uncle.

In Chicago.

He got sick, he had to close the store.

When he died, my aunt needed help
paying the bills.

So I brought the guns up here,
and when I sold them,

I would keep half the money for myself

but I would send the other half
down to her, to help my aunt.

I can give you guys a link
to my inventory list

but I-I do not know
how to find these guys.

All their numbers are...

Then drink up.

What?

Jesus!

Layna?

[line ringing]

Disgusting.

[door opens]

-[Randy] ...in groups.
-That's not what I said.

-Hi!
-Oh.

[chuckles] Hi, Tig.

Don't "oh, hi, Tig" me.

You're not supposed to leave this room.

You're hiding from the cops, remember?

What the hell were you two doing?

Running some errands.
We borrowed Mrs. Bruce's car

and no one even saw us
because we're stealthy.

Until he crashed it into a ditch, but...

It's fine, Mrs. Bruce is dead.

[laughing] Not because of the crash,
all right?

It was cancer. The car's been sitting
in her driveway for over a year.

No one's even going to notice it's gone.

What is wrong with you two?

We're on molly. You want some?

No, I don't want some.

You should. I tracked this guy down
who sells this,

makes it himself up north.

It's crazy good, I gotta tell you.

Crazy good.

It is. So listen. Listen to this, OK?
[clears throat]

I got this idea, all right?

We need to go into business with this guy.

Bad, all right?

Import coke, export the molly.

Two trips down to the US, boom!

We don't even have to deal with Misiano.

Oh, OK. Great idea. Here.

Why don't you see
how much you can get with this?

That is the money I pay you to work for me

to sell cocaine, to pay off Misiano.

All right? Not to run around
doing drugs, having ideas.

I'm not your employee, Tig.

No, you're my bitch.
You want the rest of your $1000 a week?

Do your job.

And clean this place up, it's disgusting.

And you, get it together.

Is that how much she pays you?

My god. For a criminal,
he's so very organized.

I'm very impressed.
Is that wrong to think it's a bit sexy?

Because in another lifetime,
I don't know...

Probably-- It's been too long.
I'm so sorry.

We have to find 77 guns?

What are they doing,
trying to start a war?

-Oh!
-[Wazowski] Wow!

You might want to give it a minute
before you go in there.

That's all right.
I have a teenage son.

[Duff sighs]

Let's go. Walk.

[inhales sharply]

[blows] Come on, baby.

-[groans]
-Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

Please work, please work.

-[phone dings]
-Yes!

Oh, wow. I cannot believe that worked.

Fun fact, stomach acid has very little
effect on technology, so-- OK...

Plan of attack, to match
Yusuf's call history

to the closest date of sale
on his inventory list,

that would get the target
and what they bought.

Here, let me show you.

No, no, no, no. You get your own
copy there, poopy mitts.

They don't smell. Give it.
I washed my hands.

OK, look.

On the 14th, someone
named Regent called,

and then on the 15th, there's sale
of a Glock and a P-320.

Maybe this Regent has those guns.

Yeah, but who the hell is Regent?

[Naz] Who are any of these guys?
Look at these names.

Flinch, Cap'n, Heat.

They're gang handles.

OK, well, maybe the numbers are traceable.

Yeah, you better hope so.

Otherwise, you just stuck your hand
in doody for a bunch of nothing.

[laughing]

-I don't think it smells--
-I will shoot you.

-Just, can you smell that?
-Oh, no way!

-[Naz] Nope.
-[Hamm] Nope.

[Hamm] Gross, Wazowski.

[sniffs]

Kobe!

Still got it.

[yawning] OK, come on.
We're almost there, we're almost there.

[Duff] OK, OK.

[grunts]

[inhales]

Um, this Callum O'Malley dude
is still MIA.

He was a military engineer
but he has no recent record of employment

and his last tour was five years ago.

No credit card, no social media--

OK, OK.

So there's him

but there's this Whoa Whoa Dammit.

Who's Whoa Whoa Dammit?

I arrested a guy in Scarborough
who went by Ring Dammit

and apparently he got that nickname

'cause he was always calling
at the wrong time.

And there's Key Dammit,
also from Scarborough,

'cause he kept forgetting his keys.

Guess the guys in Scarborough
really like "dammit" in their handles.

Both those guys had ties to Nicky Clark
from the Victoria Park area.

I know Nicky Clark.

You know Nicky Clark.

I know Nicky Clark.

You know Nicky Clark?

[inhales] OK.

OK, OK, OK.

There's a Whoa Whoa Dammit,
could that be him?

[gasps]

Pow.

-Got him!
-[Duff chuckles]

You can always rely on the stupidity
of a young, punk-ass gangster.

[in unison] We got him. We got him.

We got him. We got him.

Get it, get, nasty. Ah! Get it, nasty!
Get it, get it, got to get it.

Ah, get it, get it, get it, get it.
We got him, get it nasty!

[Wazowski] Get it, get it, get it!
Ah, so nasty! Ah, so nasty, nasty, nasty.

[Duff still singing] You're a little
too close, little too close!

Nasty Sam, nasty Sam.
Nasty and-- good morning to you.

You look like you had a shower
and you had sleep.

Fed and teeth brushed, too.

[Hamm] Yeah, it's what happens
when you have a life

outside of work, ladies.

Yeah.

What's the update on the guns?

OK, um, we have every contact
except for this Callum O'Malley guy.

[Duff] Mm.

You two look like what she pulled
the SIM card out of yesterday.

Naz and Hamm, you two run
with those warrants

and ETF will accompany you
on the raids, OK?

Whoa. What?

No, boss, this is our intel.

Yeah, we've been up all night.

Exactly. Go home and get some sleep.

Naz and Hamm, keep me posted.

[sighs]

[Hamm laughs] [singing] We got it,
we got it, Oh, oh, we got it.

Hamm and Naz, we got it.

Go hammer, go hammer, go!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ooh, ooh!

They were hilarious
and then, like, he dyed his hair.

I used to like--

[guy] And then he dyed his hair?
That's what happened?

[Jackie] Oi!

Freeze!

What, you're just going
to ignore me now?

-Pssh.
-You only called me five times last night.

Yeah, and you ignored me five times.

What, so this is gonna be the first time
you listen to your mother, is it?

I don't live with my mother anymore.

[sighs] See you later, guys.

Aw, dude.

[laughing] Ah, I'm sorry!

[chuckling] What are you doing?

I thought it would be romantic
but you're too tall.

[laughs]

Yeah, add it to the list of complaints.

No, no. No complaints.
You're perfect.

[scoffs] Now you're lying again.

Hey, I'm not lying.
I'm done with the lying, OK?

No more lying.
Truth, I like you.

Truth, I missed you.

Truth...

[breathing heavily]

my mother is a drug dealer.

[scoffs]

-What?
-Yeah.

She smuggles drugs across the border.

She told me to get to know you
so I can spy on your mom

but then I couldn't stop
thinking about you.

So here are the facts, my mother
is a criminal, your mother is a cop.

Who's the bad guy? I don't know.

But here's what I do know,

is that I wanna be with you.

[breathing heavily]

And, like, real talk...

[breathing heavily]
I am so high right now.

I-I took some of my aunt's molly
and I'm starting to tweak.

[laughs]

Can you get any more?

["Grip" by Clairmont The Second playing]

♪ Chase them ♪

♪ Set 'em back then ♪

♪ Yeah, you well on the disc ♪

♪ But you're wanted for the rinse ♪

♪ VCRs and cassettes ♪

♪ Had no money for the internet ♪

[sighing]

-Hey!
-[Duff] Hey.

You headin' home?

I don't know.
I might do some paperwork.

Oh, right. You're going to do paperwork
'cause you love it-- Stop, wait. Mm!

[spits] You are clearly
avoiding something.

-Come on!
-[Wazowski] No, I'm serious.

I don't want you to bottle it up, OK?
You're gonna get an ulcer.

Just talk to me.

OK.

Here's what's bottled in.

[Wazowski] OK.

I'm annoyed. [exhales]

I mean, we tracked down
dozens of buyers,

figuring out gang handles
and false last names.

Yet the one guy we know the most about,
Callum O'Malley,

[scoffs] we can't find him.

We can't even hand him a warrant.

OK.

What if we went to get
a breakfast sandwich

with a side order of sliding by
his last known residence?

[knock on door]

Oh.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Look at you. Entrez-vous.

My aunt here?
She's got something for me.

Yeah, she's in the shower or something.

She better not be giving this to you
for free.

This here stuff's worth 50 bucks a pop.

[laughing] OK, yeah.
Just ignore him, he's messing with you.

No, I wouldn't say ignore me.

I can get that for cheaper at school.

You know, cheaper
ain't necessarily better,

but go ahead, I don't care.

Now you,

you need to get your Mom
to screw her head on right

so we can start moving this stuff by the--

[quietly] We probably shouldn't be
talking about this

in front of a cop's kid.

What?

You brought a cop's kid here?
What are you, new?

[Jackie] Hey, don't. Don't! Stop!

What are you doing, man?

You going to run home
and tell mommy and daddy

that you saw a big, bad drug dealer?

OK, he doesn't even live with his Mom.

Yeah, but you look like
you borrow clothes from yours.

This is Le Senza, punk.

Oh, he's cute, Jackie, I'll give you that.

Jackie here used to date
my little brother.

[sniffs] But he was a big,
badass drug dealer, right?

Not so adorable and dorky like you.

-Let's get out of here, Elliot.
-No, no.

See, now I'm gonna need
some assurances, right?

-Randy!
-Quiet!

Open up the drawer.

Hurry up.
Open up the drawer, look in.

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

That's it. Hold it in the air.

Take a selfie with it. That's good.

Yeah. Congratulations, man.

Now your fingerprints
are all over that thing,

and that burner is so dirty,
you're gonna be attached

to everything that it's done.

[laughs] Try snitchin' now.

Ah, now we got that over with,
go ahead and give him a freebie, babe.

I need water.

Yeah, oh!

Woo!

No one lives in this dump.

Shame. Just because the land alone
is probably worth like, six figures.

Oh, hey!

Hey, d-do you live around here?

Yeah.

Do you know who lives in this house?

Nobody. They're in the ground.

Like they died?

Wait.

Um, thank you!

You should wear a helmet, though,
by the way.

So, should we have a look-see
or do you have a crosswalk to guard?

Dibs on the front.

-[knocks on door]
-Police!

Anyone home?

[bangs on door]

Police!

Hello!

Police!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

[gasps] Ooh.

[exhales]

Wow.

Whoa. Jesus.

[shouts] Wazowski!

[Wazowski] What?

You gotta come see this.

Hey.

[Duff] Oh, no, no, no!

Come on kid, open the door.

[alarm buzzes repeatedly]

[shouts] We got us a problem.

-[gunshot]
-[Wazowski shouts]

[quietly] Sam. [shouts] Sam!

[panting]

Wazowski! Wazowski!

-Are you OK--
-No, no, no! Don't come in! Don't come in!

-The room is rigged.
-What?

I stepped on something.

I set off a trigger.

Um...

OK.

[grunts]

I'm calling ETF, just stay put.

[Wazowski] Is it ringing?

-[phone beeping]
-[Duff sighs]

Must be a cell jammer in here,
I can't get a signal.

OK, you know what? I'm coming out.

-[Duff] Sam--
-[gunshot]

[Wazowski shouts]

Are you OK?

-I'm OK.
-Just don't move, all right?

Just let me think for a minute, OK?

I'm gonna get us outta here.

Here.

Put this on, OK?

You think I'm going to get shot,
is that it?

You'll be fine. Just stay put.

[Wazowski] Duff, don't go!

So, yeah, uh,

what do we know
about this Callum again?

Let's-let's talk it through.

[Wazowski] He's a military engineer.

All right, so that means he wouldn't build
something he couldn't get out of,

which means there's probably a way
to turn this funhouse off, yeah.

All right.

OK.

Kid said whoever lived here
was in the ground.

Well, maybe he was talking
about a bunker.

I mean, is that insane?

Whoever lives here is definitely insane.

I think that kid was talking
about his own family.

[Duff] Yeah, the kid's the one
who locked us in the damn house.

Who knows where he's at now.

Hey, Duff, if you were, like, ever
gonna tell me what was bothering you,

I could really use a distraction
right now.

Like, before I die!

You're not going to die, all right?

[Wazowski] Why won't you tell me?

I think you're being ridiculous!

It's Keegan!

All right?

He beat up that kid.

Unprovoked!

I saw it on the surveillance footage.

Are you gonna tell SIU?

[exhales]

Uh, hopefully,

I won't have to.

Hey, are you on the floor?

[Wazowski] Yeah, why?

-[gunshot]
-[screams]

Je-sus!

I think I found the triggers.

Oh, really?

Get under the vest, OK?

OK.

All right, I'm gonna count down
from three. Are you ready?

[Wazowski] Yes.

[Duff] Three!

Two!

[multiple gunshots]

[Wazowski screaming]

[panting]

[Duff] Sam? Are you OK?

[shouts] I'm OK.

[panting] OK.

[Wazowski shouting] I'm OK!

[Duff] OK. So just get up slowly,
all right?

Watch your step.

Take your time.

[louder] Take your time! Take your time!

OK.

OK, you're good.

[Wazowski] Thank you.

Yeah, that's what friends are for, right?

Did you mean that?

Well, it's just a saying, really.

I think you meant it.

Mm, let's table that.

-Nope.
-Let's go. Let's get outta here.

You ever pick six locks before?

[Duff] I'm gonna try.

I'll just use a screwdriver...

Barnies! [laughs]

Guns on the floor.

Please and thank you!

[Callum sighs]

[chuckling] Effin' Barnies in my house...

Callum, I think there's been
a terrible mistake.

[Callum chuckles]
A mistake. A mistake.

I was born a mistake.

School, mistake after mistake.

College. [chuckles]

And then another huge mistake
was joining the military.

Killed five innocent people over there.

My superiors decided to deem that
a mistake as well.

-[gunshot]
-Hot lava!

[laughs]

Hot lava. [chuckles]

See, I do believe there's a time
and a place for violence,

like when I find two Barnies in my house

without papers
to justify their trespassing.

I think that this is exactly
that time and place!

This little piggy's been mucking
with my toys, huh?

No matter, there's more
where that came from.

I got something for you, you just wait.

Duff, I don't have the training for this.

I didn't take that course.
You know, those courses on hostage--

I didn't take it. Did you take it?
Because I certainly didn't take it.

-There's a bunch of courses I didn't--
-Shh. Quiet!

Listen, right now you need
to distract him

with a good old negotiation, OK?

-[Callum] Hot lava!
-[gunshot]

Woo!

[quietly] Just remember what I taught you,
and lean into the truth.

[whispers] You can do this.

Hey, Callum.

Hey, Callum, can I talk to--
Yeah, hi.

I-I just, I know the game, hot lava.
I used to play it when I was a kid.

Like the floor is lava
and then the couch is safe,

so stay off the floor, and you'll be fine

but it's "barnies" that I don't--
I don't-- I don't know what that means.

What, you never watch television?

No, it's just all jigsaws
and solitaire for me.

Barney Miller.

Classic cops.

Classic pigs.

You two are certainly no exception.

Pigs are cute. They're pretty smart, too.
You might like a pig--

Pigs are ham, pork, bacon!

Well, if I was bacon I think I would be
emotionally intuitive bacon and...

Callum, I just don't think
you were always this way.

I don't know.

Two tours in Afghanistan,
giving your life to an institution--

You think you know me?!

You don't know me.

What does your son think about this?

My son will grow up
without your confines and constrictions.

I have a son

and I tried to bring him up

like, with my work ethic
and-and my morals. But guess what?

He pushed me away.
He pushed me away.

No, he doesn't want to be
anything like me.

Come on.

[Callum] I would not blame him.

You shut your mouth about my son,

-all right?
-[groaning and gagging]

Because if you don't, I will gut you,

put you on a spit, and roast you up
like the little piggy you are.

[Callum shouts]

[grunts]

[both groaning]

[Duff grunts]

[Wazowski groaning]

[Duff] Ha!

[panting]

[panting]

[Callum chuckles]

[Duff] Nice job, Wazowski.

[Wazowski] You, too, Duff.

Thought I was gonna die in there.

Oh yeah. Hundred percent.

What?

Of course not. I had it.

-We. We had it. We definitely had it.
-We had it. Yeah.

[singing in unison] We had it.
We had it. We had it.

[Duff] Look at you.
[in high-pitched voice] We had it...

We had it. We had it.

I can't believe this bust.

We're going to be hauling guns
out of this dump for days.

-[sarcastically] Ha-ha.
-[Shanks laughs]

Speaking of, I should probably

go and just make sure that
they've counted all the bullets.

OK, what was that about?

I don't know.

Have you heard anything from Keegan?

No, why?

You might want to take a look at this.

Night.

Night.

This is the purest stuff
I ever had in my life.

Are you feeling it?

Yeah, I am.

Yo, play more music.

I wanna dance.

This one.

["Let it Rain"
by Amanda Marshall playing]

[Randy] Nice! Throwback.

♪ I have given ♪

♪ I have given and got none ♪

♪ Still I'm driven ♪

♪ By something I can't explain ♪

[Duff] What is this?

I heard about your day.

Figured you could use a nice dinner
and a glass of wine.

Come on, now, Kel.
You gave me a key.

Yeah, to water my plants.

All right. Here I go.

You just killed my plant.

And I will kill every one
of these bastards

for taking your attention away from me.

[chuckles]

♪ Let it rain ♪

Why are you so crazy?

You know I'm playing.

But I think you had enough crazy
for one day.

[sighs]

I'm better now.

♪ Wipe the grin off of my face ♪

♪ To hide the blame ♪

♪ It isn't worth the tears you cry ♪

♪ To have a perfect alibi ♪

♪ Now I'm beaten at the hands ♪

♪ Of my own game ♪

♪ Let it rain ♪

♪ Let it rain ♪

♪ On me ♪

♪ Let it rain ♪

[mouthing the words to the song]
♪ Oh, let it rain ♪

♪ Let it rain ♪

♪ On me ♪