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Got a 10-33, Marshall Court, shots fired, officer down.

I need an ambulance, now!

I think I know where the gun is.

No serial, untraceable.

Perfect thing to use if you wanna kill a cop.

Hey! What are you doing?

You're a liar! You said you wouldn't tell!

I didn't do anything!

His fingerprints were all over the gun.

And now, maybe Sergeant Beauchamp can get some justice.

-Listen. This kid didn't do it. -Good.

-Prove it. -That was like old times.

-You are not working with Glen.

I can work with Glen.

Have you forgotten how much he messed you up?

-Sam was right to call me. -Friends respect boundaries.

I'm gonna go home, because at least I got a family to go home to.

No wonder you live vision board to connect with people.

Their drug runner's mother is Deputy Mayor Marley Briggs?

Your daughter is smuggling drugs for the Pandilla Quince.

-She stays in our custody. -She is not a criminal.

-You have to let her go. -They will kill me.

Who will? The Sons of Jupiter, the Pandilla Quince?

All of them. The Coyotes.

-I've got something in the works. -What?

-You got another man I should know about? -Dozens.

It's00.

And you didn't tell anyone that you're moving him?

Nobody. I don't know what happened.

Adam must've tipped someone off.

-Oh. Sorry. -Oh, my bad.

-Sorry, go ahead. Um... -I just wanna say...

Please.

I just wanna say that I think it's really important

-that we talk about our work... -Wazowski,

this is not the time to discuss our personal stuff, okay?

This debrief is about to start.

I'm really glad to hear you say that.

-I agree. -You agree?

I do. I need to focus.

And we can't let Michaels beaver-dam us out of this case,

especially now that Adam Gentle got killed.

Right. I mean, clearly, this is The Coyotes that Adam

was talking about, and if they were behind his shooting,

then they probably could be behind...

Gabrielle's shooting. And if we can prove that,

-then we can prove that Richie... -Clarke is innocent.

Huh. So we are on the same page.

-After you. -No, no. Go ahead.

I wouldn't dream of that.

As we all now know, Adam Gentle

was murdered last night in our custody.

Survived by one very hairless dog.

An embezzler's best friend.

We know Adam Gentle laundered money for a number

of different criminal enterprises.

And we're narrowing in on the mob.

The last call Adam made before his arrest, Niccolo Carbone.

Excuse me, sir. We have reason to believe

-it isn't just the mafia. -Uh, I'm not following.

Before he was killed, sir, Adam implied that there was a new alliance.

Yeah. So, the mafia, bikers, and Pandilla Quince

out of Mexico, and who knows who else.

He called them The Coyotes, sir.

-Yeah. -This was obviously

-a mafia execution. -No, it was a real thing.

They have their own hand signal. Look at this, I thought that's a coyote.

-That's not... -It's got the ears,

and that could be the, aah, like, the jaws of it.

-So... -Okay.

If we could just look into this new syndicate.

It sounds more like a conspiracy theory.

Unless I missed something. Do you have anything concrete?

Not like concrete, but more like a-- like a--like, mushy granite.

-We have the... -Okay. Let's leave this to homicide,

they'll be taking over Adam's case from here.

And as your new unit commander, I'll remind you to stay out

of their way and offer your full cooperation.

Which is it? Stay out of their way or fully cooperate?

Whichever they need.

Well, that didn't work.

Shanks would not have dismissed our theory about Adam's ambush.

Mm-mm.

Oh. Can you believe that guy?

I bet that seat is still warm.

"Do you have anything concrete?"

-Michaels is right. -Excuse me?

Listen, we need something concrete, prove that The Coyotes are real.

Figure out who the other players are.

Adam can't be the only weak link.

But figuring out this Coyote alliance can take weeks, months.

There's gotta be something else in Richie's file.

Duff, we read that file like a hundred times,

there is nothing in there. There's nothing.

All you have is the word Coyote.

There's nothing there either.

Really? Because words are things.

You wanna know who said that?

Maya Angelou.

And The Coyotes is the closest thing we have to a suspect

in Gabrielle's shooting.

Even if it takes us a little bit longer to get there,

that thing is the best shot we have at clearing Richie.

Well, that thing might as well be a half-court shot.

Well, I guess you better do your thing.

And you'll do yours.

Okay.

Kelly.

Let me help you with that.

No, I got it.

Wait a minute.

Oh. Really?

Now I'm starting to forget why I ever liked you.

Hey, hey, hey. I'm trying to respect your space.

I wanna how you're feeling after last night.

Oh. Looks like it's a little too late

for you worrying about being in my space.

Well, fine by me. I'll be right over once I'm done

debriefing with homicide.

Oh, oh, no, wait, actually, you're right.

Um, maybe it's a good idea that we keep our distance.

The last thing I need is Wazowski seeing us together.

Ah. That explains the stressed face.

I do not have stressed face.

But if I did, it's not about Wazowski.

-Mm. -Look,

I've been over Richie Clarke's files a dozen times and I've got nothing.

When it feels like you got nothing,

start at the beginning.

Something my sponsor used to say when I started getting clean.

I'm pretty sure he got it from a meme.

Mr. Clarke has not been able to provide...

a solid alibi.

I knew I liked you for a reason.

Thank you.

-Oh, my gosh.

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

I'm really good. It's just that, you know,

raisin cookies that look like chocolate chip cookies

are the reason that I have trust issues.

Do I have anything on my-- am I-- are they good?

-No, you're good. -Okay, great.

Are you ready for my crazy Coyote theory?

-Oh, yeah, I am indeed. -Okay, good.

Because I have been doing some digging since the debrief this morning and bam!

Okay. Wow, I don't mean bam like a gun

because that's too soon. I'm just gonna put that away,

I'm so sorry, Mr. Gentle, apologies.

Yeah. Sure. Hey, where's Kelly? Isn't she working this with you?

-She's working a different lead. -Okay.

-Okay. So-- -So what are we looking at here?

--um, okay.

We are looking at a mosaic of miscellaneous malefactors.

-Say that five times fast. -Sure. Okay.

No, stop. Okay.

We've got Airplane Antonio, pink cocaine.

Marc Tremblay of the Sons of Jupiter, also pink cocaine.

Marc Tremblay and the weed mafioso Niccolo Carbone shared Adam as accountant,

so I am betting that Niccolo was also dealing what?

-Pink cocaine. -Yes!

Uh, okay, maybe. It doesn't make them an alliance.

They could all have been buying separately from Mexico.

Yeah. But remember what Adam said?

He said there are Coyotes members everywhere.

Okay. I want you to check this out. Look at this.

This is text messages that he sent to Marc.

Note the emoji on the bottom.

And this is the text messages that he sent to Niccolo.

Look at that. Look at that. What's on the bottom?

Let me hear you say it. "Oh, it's the same emoji."

-Yes. -Okay. So this emoji

is this alliance's version of an email signature?

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, yes!

Yes, you're smelling what I'm cooking!

Look, it is the same emoji as the hand gesture.

Do they-- do they touch it or do they...

-Ow. -Sorry.

-That hurt mine. -Are you okay?

-Yeah. They don't-- shouldn't bite. -Okay.

So if this is an alliance and if this is their signature,

Sam, this could identify every player in their network.

Okay.

Hey, Richie.

I brought you something.

Boom.

Remember when we used to play horse?

We bet a bag of these every time, and somehow,

you always ended up going home, and even when you lost...

look, look.

How you holding up, huh?

Any problems on the range?

Question.

You ever seen either one of these guys before?

Okay. How about The Coyotes?

Ever heard of them? They're some new gang alliance.

-Is it my turn? -Yeah.

-Are you dumb? -Well, that's debatable.

-Why? -You're the reason I'm in here.

And now you're trying to get me

to snitch on some randoms

I've never seen to help you?

Richie, I'm trying to help you.

Okay? Look, you know what?

Forget about those guys.

Listen, where were you the night of the shooting?

Your file says you don't have an alibi,

but you had to be somewhere.

You know, when you first walked into the community center?

You talked a big game about building bridges

between Marshall Court and the cops.

Me, Dane, everybody, we just laughed.

We thought you were crazy.

And then you started coaching the ball team.

I don't know.

For some reason...

for a second, I thought I could trust you.

You can trust me.

And Richie, listen, you have to.

Because if you don't talk to me,

you're gonna spend the next 10 years in a jail cell

for a crime that we both know you didn't commit.

So I'm just supposed to trust you?

Because you said I can?

I did.

Look where that got me.

Hey! You.

-Meeting's over. -Wait, wait.

-Just go easy, please. -Let's go.

Richie, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

Buddy!

Okay. Bingo Ramirez, known associate of the Uptown Killas,

used the same emoji to end off a text thread with Adam on May 5th.

Looks like I'm in the lead.

No, you're not, you're not, stop, wait.

I just--I found something in Adam's file.

Okay. Can you look up Will French, please?

Why do I know that name?

Ooh, la la. Look at that.

Will French. I wonder what else he will do.

-Did you hear what I did with the... -Very cute.

-Yeah. -That is right.

He is that park bench real estate agent.

He didn't just sell the properties, he flips them.

And it looks like he is having an open house today for Mimico.

So why is this guy using a coyote emoji?

I don't know. Home purchases, renovation costs.

Maybe he's a surrogate.

Maybe squeaky-clean Will is buying and selling properties

for The Coyotes to clean their dirty, dirty money.

What won't Will do?

-Okay. -Again, I did the-- did you see that?

-Okay. Yes. -Very, very clever.

Why don't we look into him and see if we can find something on him,

check out his properties, see if he's involved.

-Okay. -Okay. What are we thinking here?

Like an intel gathering op, a bump?

Oh, are we talking about--you see, maybe

we should wait for Duff, you know, the Nicholson...

No! We should go with Scarborough Stu. We got this.

Besides, Bingo put me in the lead, all right?

-I found the most Coyote affiliates. -I don't think that you did.

Did you look at my list? I don't remember you going,

-oh, look at those... -My list was huge.

Actually, I did.

-Wow. -He's in the lead.

-That's a lot. -That's 19.

And Bingo was his name-oh.

-Hey. -Hey.

Where is everybody?

I think Barb took the kids out for ice cream.

Okay. So, do you wanna go out and eat

or you're just gonna lie around moping about her spoil day?

I'm not moping. I'm broke as a joke.

And plus, Barbara said she was gonna make her "secret pasta sauce"

-later tonight, so I just... -No.

No. The secret is barbecue sauce, you'd rather starve.

-Trust me. -Okay.

But luckily, you don't have to.

-Money. -Wait a minute.

Where did you get that?

Probably the same way you got your savings to pay for your mom's lawyer?

Okay. I know hustlers, dude, I--I am one.

You are not, you are smart,

you are an honor student.

Yeah, well, honor roll doesn't pay the bills.

I'm on my own in two months.

Hey, it's fine.

It's just until I save enough for rent and school.

All right. Well, what's the hustle?

Pretty easy actually, this guy, you know, Tobin,

he just gets me to move stuff, like, pick up and deliver stuff.

Deliver what?

I don't know what's inside.

Hey. Tobin said not to open that.

Well, I think personally that Tobin should try using reverse psychology.

Jackie, Jackie, don't!

Huh.

I picked it up and I, I brought-- I brought it straight here.

Where's whatever is supposed to be inside?

Oh, man. I think Tobin got played.

What are you gonna do now, hustler?

Drop off tomorrow.

It's fine.

Tobin knows I would never rip him off.

I'm gonna handle it.

I'm gonna handle it.

Listen, I'm here because I wanna help Richie,

-and I know you could help us. -Oh, sure.

I know you could help us if you just trust me.

-Nah. -Dane, Dane.

Listen. Richie is not doing well.

If you saw something the night of that shooting, you can tell me.

-Please! Please. -Are you dumb?

Apparently, yes!

I'm still asking.

You ever heard of a gang called The Coyotes?

Yo, why are you riding me?

Think I wanna end up like Richie?

Hey, Crystal, thanks for meeting me.

-What's this about? -I need your help with Richie.

He won't talk to me.

Come on.

We're friends. At least we used to be.

Look, we both want the same thing here.

Don't. Don't try to make us the same.

I work with these kids every day.

I'd do anything for any one of these kids.

Oh, yeah?

Because if you were really looking out for these kids,

you wouldn't be hanging out with Keegan if you knew what he did!

I do know! He told me!

After you came back around, he knew it would only be a matter

of time before I found out.

-Okay. -Keegan's out of the picture.

And yeah, he made a terrible mistake.

But at least he never stopped showing up.

You know, after Keegan and I fell out,

I started avoiding everything that we did together.

Poker night, food truck...

even our work here.

And that was wrong, Crystal, I know that.

Crystal, I am sorry.

You know, I missed this place.

Richie, Dane, the others, I mean, they used to practically live in there.

Yeah.

The city shut it down about a month after you left.

The kids were so crushed when we had to cancel the basketball program.

It's too bad.

-It was a good team. -Mm-hmm.

-Oh, my God.

Look, I made a few calls about this place.

There's somebody I want you to meet.

Testing, testing. Red leather, yellow leather,

-red leather, yellow leather. -Coming in loud and clear.

Okay. Remember, just be yourself. Lay into what's real.

Three years of improv in Tuckett City.

I got this.

Eyes on the target.

I just really love this school.

Hello.

Oh, my God.

Okay, Nathan. Show me what you got.

Move in.

You must be Will French.

Seen your face on a few bus stops lately.

I know. It's horrifying.

-I hate myself, but business is business. -Business is business.

Hey! Everybody's gotta have a gimmick, right?

Absolutely.

You know what mine is?

Total discretion.

-That's a great suit. -Plastic surgeon.

It comes with the territory.

I could have given you a nose job yesterday.

Never let on.

Man, that's good to know. But what about genioplasty?

Not saying I'm thinking about it except maybe I'm thinking about it.

Yes, and, uh...

Okay, that's a signal.

-Our boy needs backup. -Can you just wait--

no, don't--he's--don't. We need to focus. Chin implants...

Hang in there, Dr. Griffin.

Pretty sure I don't need my knees done.

Okay. But, uh, my approach is holistic.

Chin implants.

Chin, chin, chin implants.

It's a chin implant used to achieve facial harmony.

What the hell is facial harmony?

Uh, listen, I'd love to take your money,

but I have to say your chin's pretty solid.

If you came here looking for a deal...

-you just may find one. -Is that a birthmark?

-What's your name? -Charlie Griffin.

Charlie Griffin. I just might call you Doc.

Suits me fine.

Let me show you the house.

Let's go, Dr. Griffin!

That's my boy right there.

I'm sorry.

Thank you so much, Ms. Briggs, for coming.

Detective Duff.

It's nice to put a face to the voice,

and a rather persuasive voice at that.

I would like for you to meet Crystal Smith,

former Director of Programming and Community Services here at the center.

It's nice to meet you, Ms. Smith.

I'm glad you made the time, Deputy Mayor.

Well, Detective Duff here was very convincing.

So, this is the place

that's going to save my reputation.

Yeah. This is it.

It's not exactly as I imagined,

but I'm here now, so let's hear the pitch.

Do you know where you're standing, Deputy Mayor?

It's Marshall Court, one of the city's most publicized neighborhoods

when it comes to gun violence.

And drug abuse.

But there's so much more to this community.

With over 50 ethnicities reported on our local census,

it's one of the most diverse communities,

and voter demographics in the city.

We look out for each other.

And we take notice when people look out for us, too.

A little help from city hall could go a long way

to help shift the focus of the press in your favor since Lorraine's arrest.

Your daughter may have been a part of the problem,

but you could be part of the solution.

Fine.

Show me.

Right this way.

-It's a great house. -Mm-hmm.

I'm just not sold on the neighborhood.

It's pretty dope.

Do you have any listings anywhere else?

In Forest Hill, uh, Lawrence Park North, Bridle Path.

I got an all-glass place out on the bluffs.

-I mean, you would not... -This guy's got places all over the city.

Yeah. Tell me about it. He even has a place up north.

You know what, Will has mentioned every place in the GTA except for one.

Nathan, ask him about Port Credit.

In the Bridle Path,

I mean, you're living on the same street with Drake.

What about Port Credit?

Further west. Anything over there?

Easy, Dr. Griffin.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Nathan, lay into what's real.

Why Port Credit?

It's just my dad.

You know, he's 64.

He still works over at the Ford plant near Burlington.

He used to drive me through that area after work as a kid.

Yeah, we picked out our favorite houses

and talked about med school.

Dream big, you know.

I guess I've always wanted something in that area ever since.

I know you.

You're a dreamer.

And I know that feeling.

This is a $215 pocket square.

These are $1,800 shoes.

And if you saw where I grew up...

Now, look, I haven't moved my business that far west yet.

But if I come across something,

I'm gonna holler at you, Doc.

Don't I got your number?

You can certainly have it.

All right. Let me grab you a card.

-All right? -Thank you.

I'm sorry, this just doesn't make sense.

This title is from the Land Registry. It's up-to-date.

I mean, it says right here he owns 2621 Staten Street in Port Credit.

Yeah. It's not listed on the site either.

So what's Will hiding in Port Credit?

Look, I know it's a fixer-upper, Deputy Major

-but... -It's perfect.

I'll support the funding.

I'll run it through my emergency fund

and I'll have workers here as early as next month.

Thank you, Miss Briggs.

I'll have my publicist Patty give you a call to set up a photo op.

Monday okay?

You can round up a few kids.

Actually, one last thing.

We wanna rename the center.

It's named after a former slave owner

and the city turned down our last petition.

-So... -I think that's a fantastic idea.

-Really? -Mh-hmm.

Okay. We were thinking the Donald Moore Recreation Center

or Shantelle Dawn.

Yeah.

Maybe Jean Augustine.

The Briggs Legacy Center has a really nice ring to it, don't you think?

Float it by your people. See how it fares.

Detective, pleasure.

Miss Smith, I'll be in touch.

Sure will.

Thank you so much.

Mm-hmm.

The Briggs Legacy Center?

It's better than no. Let me introduce her then, okay?

Point taken.

Yeah. Okay, listen, you are good. Okay? And Dr. Griffin, great.

But I mean, he's no Scarborough Stu, fam.

I'll bet you a roti and a patty. How about that?

Yeah.

Anyway, I, uh, I should go.

Okay. Peace.

Nathan's got eyes on Will still.

At least, we got eyes on something because this property is vacant.

That's Hungarian. Oh, is that Swedish? I don't know. Yeah.

-That's... -French?

-Yes. Great. -Yeah. Yeah, that's good.

Well, listen, good news is that if it is vacant,

we can get in there to check it out without a warrant.

Better news is surrogates sometimes

buy houses for underground criminals to hide out in.

So, if Will is a coyote surrogate and he's lying about owning a house...

This could be a coyote hideout.

Mm-hmm.

-Hey, I got you something. -Mm-hmm.

No oatmeal, no raisins.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Um, can I--can I ask you a question?

I just, like, noticed that you and Nathan, like, gotten close these past few months

and I just wonder, and it's no big deal,

but, like, do you guys ever just have thought to go from...

like, bromance to nomance?

Wow.

Uh, you know, come to think of it, no.

-No, of course. -Didn't happen.

Yeah. What's the, um...

like, if you had a secret, what would--

what would that be like to your bro bond with, with you guys?

Is it, like, do you go to a hot tub?

Because they're nice. Or a hot yoga.

That's, that's a good thing to do together,

probably do that, or maybe hot tub yoga

because that's a really wonderful thing to try.

-What is it? That's not a thing. -It's a real thing.

-I don't think so. -No, it's excellent.

It's a really excellent thing.

No, listen,

truth is, we show up at work,

we have each other's back and we get the job done.

Yeah, of course, you keep it profesh,

like, you know like axe-throwing, no... sleepovers.

Why would we ever do that? So that's, that's great.

-Right. -Good.

Is this is really about me and Nathan?

Whoa.

Oh, my God.

What's he doing?

Is--is he fumigating?

I don't know but we got to get in that house.

I mean, is it safe?

I got just the thing.

I wasn't even out there when that cop got shot.

I still need more than that, Richie.

Look, even if you don't trust me after today, you trust Crystal, right?

So where were you?

I was at the community center.

Okay. With who?

By myself.

Really?

Believe what you want.

It doesn't matter. I can't prove it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I believe you. I believe you, okay?

What were you doing there by yourself?

I was shooting around.

Poor choice of words.

Just saying.

You still trash your horse though?

Okay.

Okay. Trash is an overstatement. I'm better than you.

I still got mad skills even at my age. Okay?

Right. Right.

I was gonna try for the ball team when I got to college.

But I guess that's not happening, though.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at me.

Look at me. We're getting you out of here, okay?

We're gonna get you cleared.

-Okay. -Okay?

Okay.

Um, I was at the community center today.

I thought only Crystal had keys to get in. So, how did you?

My grandfather used to be the custodian.

I still have his keys.

Did you ask him for the keys the night of the shooting?

Maybe he's your alibi.

You think I haven't thought of that?

He left his keys behind when he moved to the nursing home.

So...

what now?

Are we gonna talk about the fact

that you just had these on hand?

No, thank you.

GDPD. We're coming in!

Upstairs is clear.

Yeah. Down here, too.

What's back there?

Oh, it's just the empty pantry.

Yeah, it's a pantry, but with another door inside.

I know. I checked it already. It's locked.

I figured it connects to the garage. I was gonna check on our way out.

I don't--I don't think it's locked. I think it's just stuck.

You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna stand back here, yeah?

I'll give myself like a run and start like this

and I'm gonna come out and then bam.

And I'm gonna kick it like...

Yeah!

What?

It is really cute.

It's funny. I have never been more attracted to you.

-Really? -Yeah.

Is it the whole full body condom suit that's doing it for you?

It definitely is. Protection's, like, super high.

It is, right?

-Whoa! -Sam!

-Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Oh, God.

Jesus.

I guess it wasn't just an empty pantry.

I know a lot of the stuff.

It's a separatory funnel. It's a robo tub vacuum.

These are TLC plates. I can--I can I keep going.

Okay. The acetone, this, ladies and gentlemen,

and our non-binary friends,

was indeed a drug lab.

Was?

Well, yeah, I mean the tools are all here but there's no drugs.

And the acetone was probably used to clean it all up.

You find anything?

Uh, I don't know.

Just like a bunch of really ugly lady suitcases

obviously designed by men, but I don't know.

Do you think they were used to transport drugs?

It's possible.

-Maybe the lab can tell us. -Yeah.

We should call this into Nathan.

-Okay. -Come on.

-Let's get the hell out of here. -Yeah.

Okay.

So you haven't been back in Marshall Court in the past six months?

All right. Thank you for your time, Mr. Clark.

Yes, I'm doing everything I can to help your grandson.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Take care.

Oh, my gosh.

So your mom finally drive you out your own house?

Almost. But this doesn't belong to me.

Whose is it then?

Uh, possibly the coyotes?

Who's that guy?

Uh, this is Will French, park bench real estate mogul.

He owns an empty house in Port Credit where we found the remnants

of a possible coyote drug lab.

Okay. So, did you bring him in?

I mean maybe he knows something about Gabriel's shooting?

Well, the property was vacant and the drugs were gone.

So there's plausible deniability. So...

So you have nothing.

Except for that.

Hoping the lab will be able to tell us if there were drugs inside.

What's that?

Could be nothing.

But you should get your guys at the lab test it when you're down there.

Thank you.

Yeah.

So, um, what happened to Richard Clark?

You know, I realized he never disclosed his alibi.

So I went to go see him.

Says he was playing basketball at the rundown community center

but he was alone. So...

-No street cams? -Nope. I checked.

I checked everything.

Well, you know what, sometimes two nothings make a something.

That sounds like a meme.

No. Third year criminology class Professor Graham,

he looked a lot like Tom Selleck so I paid close attention.

What?

Let's go do what we do.

Go where?

Marshall Court.

In the meantime, I'm gonna get Naz drop this down to the lab.

Let's go.

Oh, no. The gym light's not working either.

Are you really practicing your jump shot right now?

Read the room, Wazowski.

Technically, that doesn't make sense given there's only two people in the room.

Well, technically your form is ridiculous.

Look, we don't have time for this right now.

Take a shot. Trust me.

All right.

You know, I haven't missed a free throw in this gym since 2018.

Oh, that doesn't count.

-It was too dark in here. -Exactly. There's no light.

And Richie says he was here at night.

So, Richie was lying or...

-There's still electricity in this place. -Mm-hmm.

Hey, I got one of these.

It's a smaller one.

It's a smaller one.

It's a smaller one.

All right. I'm gonna use this one.

I think this might be... voila.

-Right. -It's a small one.

And, uh...

on the first day...

Oh, yes. There was light.

-Yes. -Yeah, it's on up here, too.

All right. Let's go to the gym. Maybe there's something there.

Or maybe something right here.

If Richie had to turn the breakers on to use the gym...

He probably switched the security systems on it, too.

Yeah.

All right. Let's go.

Do not open it.

Shanika.

You got something for me?

Hey, Tobin.

Look, this is exactly how I got it.

I didn't open it and I didn't take anything.

I swear.

Good job.

Be in touch soon.

All right, my boy. There he is.

So, what the time was the shooting?

Um,05 PM.

You really think he spent three hours in the gym by himself?

I don't know.

He was planning on trying out for college team.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

He did get better.

-Oh, wow. -Duff, come on, come on, come on.

It's just a few minutes.

05.

Hmm!

-He's innocent. -He's innocent!

Yes! Yeah!

Yeah!

-What, what, what? -Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,

-yes, yes. -Hello.

Oh.

-We got something. -Yup.

-Yup. -Okay. Yeah.

We're gonna...

So, this little piece of pink rubber that you found,

-lab results came back. -Let me guess. Cocaine?

-How'd you know? -Yeah, I've seen this stuff before.

They'd turn a coke solid so it's hard to spot and easy to smuggle in.

I mean, it's been disguised as printer toner, metal moldings.

Suitcase lining. It's--it's suitcase lining.

Exactly.

And that, uh, equipment that we found in that basement lab

is what hazmat presumably the coyote chemist

was using to turn it back into its powdered form.

Same cocaine as Anthony, same cocaine is the bikers.

Adam, Mark Niccolo, Bingo Ramirez,

they're all working as part of the same network.

All signing their text with that same coyote emoji,

all moving that same pink cartel cocaine.

Yeah. Sam was right. This is huge.

Well, partially right.

I had some friends in fraud.

Spent the day going through Will French's finances,

all his home purchases are with clean money.

Renovations, too. He is not a coyote surrogate.

So, they're using this guy's properties as a pink coke lab

-for the Pandilla Quince? -Exactly. It doesn't make any sense.

Why risk all that clean money to align with these guys?

So, we have to keep tabs on Will French?

He may not be our surrogate but he is definitely our way in.

-Yeah. -That's it. Plus sign it there.

Richie Clark is getting out.

Aha!

What?

Well, I thought you want us to keep our distance?

I've ceased to care about that.

-Look... -Uh-huh.

-...I'm happy. -Mm-hmm.

You're happy. So, let's just try being happy.

I'm a grown-ass woman. Don't need to sneak around.

Good.

I'll see you at your place later.

Sounds good.

Sounds real good.

Okay.

All right.

-Hey, Duff... -You ready?

Yeah, uh, Duff, I've been thinking then I...

-I just wanted to say... -Okay. Sam, please. I already told you.

I don't wanna talk about what happened with us.

Neither do I.

Listen, I've been thinking and...

I try so hard to be a friend.

Really hard.

And I really just keep messing up the one thing that we do well together.

Work.

So, what?

I was thinking maybe we just keep it profesh.

What do you think?

Hmm. I think the word "profesh"

is the very antithesis of professionalism.

But I think maybe you're right.

Okay. I'm ready.

Okay.

So, we are ready.

So, what's the word?

Richie will be fully exonerated.

Now, it'll take a few days but sure thing...

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'm gonna call his grandfather.

-Yeah. -Of course.

-Okay. -Hey.

How's that for building a bridge?

A tenuous bridge but a bridge nonetheless.

Detective Duff, can I talk to you right quick?

Off the books,

if I share something with you,

it's better not be another Richie situation.

I get it. Understood.

I wasn't completely honest with you earlier.

-About what? -That night that cop got shot.

Some guy pay me 200 to set off some fireworks by that shot tipper thingy.

What? Wait, wait.

You have a friend in jail, you have information

-that could help, you don't come forward? -In this neighborhood,

we know better than to trust cops.

Richie knew the risk he was taking talking to you guys.

He gets that.

But what you did for Marshall Court today,

Richie and the community Center,

y'all right.

The guy who paid you off, you see what he look like?

Nah. It was dark.

This guy had to be white.

He had this massive red hickey on his neck,

like, the thing was huge, fam.

-Thanks. Appreciate it. -Okay.

Hey, hey, hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

The guy you saw, look like him?

-Yeah, that's the hickey still. -Hmm.

But y'all know where to find me.

-Do you know what this means? -Will French probably lured us here.

Will French could be Gabriel's shooter. Yes!