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Previously on "Stumptown"...

I'm coming out
of a long-term thing.

What, like parole?

How long were you
guys together?
Four years.

But also,
I really did do time.

I need to get my 1,500 hours
of apprenticeship

so I can be certified
here in Oregon.

You're green,
but you could be good, Dex.

Why is Hoffman
asking about you

and a dead guy
named Jack Feeney?

Feeney was in prison
with Grey McConnell.

Guess who else was on his tier.
Wallace Kane.

Feeney ends up dead.
A week later, Kane breaks out.

I need a whiskey...

and a good chiropractor.

Kane is planning something
here in Portland.

He's got
some unfinished business.

How do you know this?
Because I'm in his head!

Do you remember
that trip to Hawaii

that you wouldn't
shut up about?

Take it.

I put Wallace Kane away.

If I was under his thumb,
I'd be afraid.

Aah!

[ Grunting ]

You owe me
a half a million dollars.

[ Air horn blows ]

[ Sports announcer
speaking indistinctly ]

[ Whistle blows ]

Don't say it.

You look funny.

[ Chuckles ]

Finish your Pop-Tarts, okay?

Blueberry is better.

Well,
pumpkin was on sale.

Why are you dressed
like that?

I'm trying
to look professional.

I have a very important
meeting today.

With who?

Uh, Janet Withers,
um, from the DPSST,

the Department of Public

something or something,
whatever.

So you can be a P.I.?

Yeah. Yeah.

If I get my certification,

that means blueberry Pop-Tarts
all day, any day.

Okay,
can you turn this off?

[ Video game beeps,
controller clatters ]

I'm gonna drop you off
at the bar.

Did you try Grey to let him know
we're on our way?

He didn't pick up.
Okay.

Well, he's probably busy.

He always picks up.

We'll try him on the way,
alright?

Come on.

So, we got to break
into the vault

and then bust
into the safe?

That's a two-day job.
Right, Grey?

How should I know?

I haven't even
seen the thing.

I'm not going
back to prison for Kane.

Will you guys help me
if I pump the brakes here?

Hell, yeah.

This is nuts.

Come on, Grey.
Back us up on this thing.

Come on.
Both of you guys chill.

Look, you know
I got no beef with you,

but I'm looking out
for myself.

Gentlemen...
we're in business.

10 years ago,
I started a beautiful tunnel.

Amazingly,
it's still intact.

So, basically, we are
on the 5-yard line.

We will be in Las Vegas
by midnight,

at which point in time,
I will be in libertine mode.

[ Jackhammer rattles
in distance ]

What?

The boys and I
have been talking.

I love
where this is headed.

Why're we rushing
this thing?

Ugh!

[ Grunting ]

[ Hank coughs, groans ]

Good question.

The reason we're rushing

is because
I'm an escaped convict,

and it's not really
in my best interest

to spend too much time
in any one location.

I mean, I would love

to just chill here in Portland
for a few weeks,

hit up some microbreweries,

but that's just
not in the cards.

So, anyone else have anything
to share with the group?

Comments?

Concerns?

Greyson?

Are you done
shaking your ass, man?

'Cause apparently,
I got a job to do,

and I'd like to do it.

I'm sick of watching this.

He's the only one
I let talk to me like that.

I don't know why.

♪♪

Move your ass.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Lock disengages ]

Grey.

Grey.

Grey, are you here?

Well, he probably overslept.
Let me call him.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Oh, look,
I have a voicemail from him.

You never
check your messages.

Grey:
Dex, I hate to lay this on you,
but I had an emergency.

M-My aunt in Houston
is really sick.

I had to catch a flight
last minute.

Look, can you watch the bar
until I get back?

A few days, tops.

Your brother will show you
what to do.

Please. I owe you.
[ Sighs ]

Aunt? What aunt?

He has a --
He has a cousin in Tacoma,

an uncle in, um --
in Connecticut,

but I've never heard of
an aunt in Houston.

We open in an hour.

"We"? Buddy, I have
an interview to go to, okay?

I need help.

Yeah. Okay.

Uh, maybe Janet Withers
can come here.

Right?

So, what should
we do first?

Work.
Work. Okay.

Stools?

Yes.

[ Metal scraping ]

[ Metal thuds ]

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

In case
I neglected to mention,

it's good to see you.

I mean, you could have
called first.

[ Chuckles ]
Next time.

Oh, there's not gonna be
a next time.

That's what I'm saying.

As soon as I crack this safe,
I'm done.

Fair enough.

Though,
I do find it strange

you're about
to break into a vault

and you don't even ask
what's in it.

'Cause I don't care
what's in it.

I do.

That's why I only hire
the best guys for the job.

That is every single toy
you asked for.

[ Dialing ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

♪♪

[ Line ringing ]

[ Click ]

So far, so good with us.

You?

Yeah. I'm here.

Grey gives you any trouble,
just let me know.

Alright.

Sharkey, can you put that
wherever you're supposed to?

Sharkey: Yep. Got it.

Hello.
Hey.

Can I get you something?

Yeah.

I've got some time
to kill.

Mm. Spicy Bloody,
extra horseradish, three olives.

♪♪

Yep. Coming right up.

Thanks.

♪♪

[ Pen clicks ]

♪♪

♪♪

Darius: I think he knows.

Hoffman:
We would have heard something

if Kane was suspicious.

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

Darius,
shake that off, man.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

Detective Lee: Here.

I appreciate this.

Cosgrove finds out

you are not in Hawaii
and that I knew,

I could lose my job.

Your secret's
safe with me.
Yeah.

What's the latest
on Kane?

[ Sighs ] Marshals are convinced
that he's in Canada.

They're coordinating efforts
with the CSIS and the RCMP.

That doesn't add up.
I know.

He has no money,
no resources.

All of his connections
are here in Portland.

[ Sighs ]
What about McConnell?

Yeah,
he wasn't at the bar.

Some lady
was running the place.

I've seen her
at the station.

Dax?
Dex?

Yeah.
Did you talk to her?

I got my own work to do,
Miles.

I'm not even
supposed to be here.

Neither are you.

♪♪

[ Line rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Grey never
turns his phone off.

Something's up.

It's from Edgar.

Who's Edgar?
The chef.

He quit?
He quit.

Okay.
Well, it's burgers and fries.

How hard can that be,
right?

♪ I just wanna
treat you better ♪

We need a new chef.

Woman: [ Singing in Spanish ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]
Yo, check it out.

C.J. McCollum
from the Blazers --

I know who he is, dummy.

He just liked us
on Insta.

Seriously?

Yeah.
You know what I heard?

The food critic
from The Outlook --

I guess
that's a newspaper?

Yes, it's a newspaper.

What about him?
I heard he might be
sniffing around here,

looking to do a review.

You're blowing up, dude.
[ Chuckles ]

I've outgrown this place.

Don't say it.
I'm saying it.

How can I spread my wings

when I can barely fit
inside this fishbowl?

[ Inhales sharply ]

That's two things,
but you get my meaning.

[ Cellphone vibrates, rings ]

What's up, Dex?

Man:
[ Rapping in Spanish ]

♪♪

[ Exhales sharply ]

Oh, Took.

Oh. Bless you.
Tookie: [ Chuckles ]

What is all this?

Welcome
to the magic show.

That doesn't
answer anything.

These are the ingredients
that are gonna take me

from a taco truck
to my own restaurant [Sniffs]

to the cover
of Food & Wine mag.

Okay. That's great.

I just -- You know, I need you
to grill the burgers

and fry the fries.

Mm. No can do.
Word is out.

Tonight at the Bad Alibi
is my pop-up debut --

elevated Mexican cuisine.

I'm gonna show the world that
I'm about more than just tacos.

Yeah. It's just, um...
Come on.

Let's scratch
each other's itch.

Oh, God, you have an ability
to make anything sound gross.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Metal grinding ]

Two hours, man.

You're not even
through the lock.

Steel plates,
reinforced concrete.

Which means?

It's cross your fingers
I'll be done in four hours.

That's what it means.

Can you just blow
the damn thing?

[ Grinding stops ]

Look, if the charges
aren't set right,

they're gonna be cleaning
our bodies off the floor

with a squeegee.

You understand?

I mean, how many of these
have we done together, man?

Five? Six?

Since when did you get
the shakes?

When I had a kid.

You had a kid?

A girl. Kami.

6 months.
[ Laughs ]

Wow, man. Congrats.

That's -- Hey, man,
it's a big responsibility.

Good on you.
Yeah.

Makes you rethink stuff,
you know?

So don't screw up.
[ Chuckles ]

Alright, man.

[ Grinding resumes ]

Alright. Here you are.

It's interesting.

Never had
a Bloody Mary with --

What is that,
pineapple juice?

It's a work in progress.
Aren't we all?

[ Chuckles nervously ]

Hey,
what are you having?

If it's, uh,
beer or wine,

there's a 90% chance
I'm gonna get it right.

I'm looking for
Dex Parios?

[ Tap sputters ]
Sorr-- Uh, yes, that's me.

I'm Janet Withers,
DPSST.

I'm here for your
certification interview.

Yes. Hi. Sorry.
Nice to meet you.

Thanks for coming down.

Um, why don't we grab
a seat over there?

Okay.
Great.

Can I get a water,
please?

Yeah, absolutely. Um...

[ Tap hissing ]
Okay. Come on.

Buddy, you got
to take over, okay?

It's not working.
It's not coming out.

It's...
[ Tap sputters ]

You did your apprentice hours
under Arthur Banks?

Yes. Yep.

What would you say

are the top three things
you learned from Arthur?

Honor.

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

integrity.

Mm.

Those are really the two
that we just focused on.

Uh, could I just
leave it at two?

Sure.

Do you engage
in recreational drug use?

No, ma'am.

Alcohol?

Uh, in moderation.

[ Chuckles ]

I-Is that wrong or --

No, no, no, no, no.

I like a Midori sour
as much as the next sailor.

[ Chuckles ]
Just not on the job.

Of course.

Have you ever been convicted
of a felony?
No.

Do you associate
with anyone

who's been convicted
of a felony?

No.

Why do you want to be
a private investigator?

What?

It's a simple question.

Surely you've thought
about it.

Yeah.
Of -- Of course I have.

Um, uh, deeply,
I've considered it.

Um...I just, uh --

I really like
helping people?

Is that a question?
Um --

'Cause when
you're parked outside

a cheap motel
on the interstate

six hours into
an all-night stakeout,

your bladder's about to explode,
your pee bottle's full,

and you're fresh out of
adult diapers,

your car smells like
the five-day-old chalupa

you lost under your seat,

your last client
stiffed you,

and you don't know where
the next one's coming from,

I can assure you,
you will be asking yourself

the same question --
"Why the hell

would I want to be
a private investigator?"

[ Chuckles nervously ]

Uh...

I know I'm supposed
to have a good answer,

but I don't.

Um...

The truth is, I, um --

I drink a little bit too much
sometimes.

Um, my best friend
is a felon,

and I haven't been able
to hold down a real job

in about 10 years.

But this?

This, I'm -- I'm good at.

I-I-I don't know why,
but I -- but I am.

And you seem pretty cynical
about the whole thing,

and maybe one day,
I will be, too,

but, um [Sighs]

from where I'm sitting
right now,

that chalupa is smelling
pretty damn good.

[ Rock music playing ]

♪ Let's turn the lights down ♪

Yeah. Wrong answer.

[ Clears throat ]

It was honest.

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Let's turn the lights down ♪

I have
everything I need.

And we'll have
an answer soon.

So, thank you
for your time.

Thank you
for coming down.

♪♪

[ Sighs ] Oh, my God.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Cosgrove: Miles.

Oh, hey, Lieutenant.

How's Hawaii?

Yeah, no, I just got in.

It's, um --
It's something else.

Yeah, it's, uh -- Wow.

I c-- I know it sounds cliché,

but, uh, yeah,
this place is paradise.

[ Knock on door ]
You really deserve
this trip, Miles.

Yeah, no.

Uh, look, if I could,
I'd, uh --

I really wish
I could show you this view.

It's, uh -- Whew.

Maybe I'll take a picture
and send it to you 'cause it --

[ Cellphone beeps ]
Damn it.

Aloha.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

Lieutenant.

Did I think
you were gonna go to Hawaii?

No.

What I did believe

is that you'd have
enough faith in me

to know that
I was looking out for you.

Let me put this guy
back in prison.

Are you listening
to what I'm saying?

Did you just come here
to scold me?

No.
I came to take your badge.

Are you serious?
You've been digging around.

The brass found out.

I told you.

I answer to people, too.

So I'm supposed to just
walk away?

♪♪

You're under review, Miles.

Your badge is on the line.

You go anywhere near this case,
and you could lose it.

♪♪

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]
[ Sniffs ]

Adobo.

Vinegar.
Man: Hey.
You see who that is?

The acid is on point.

I'm impressed.

I'm not just
a basketball player.
I know.

C.J. McCollum --
king of the mid-range,

also the host of
the "Pull Up" podcast.

I'm a fan.
That's love.
I appreciate that.

But I love food as much
as I love hooping.

♪♪

[ Crunching ]

♪♪

Is this venison?

Goat. The cheek.

It's the most tender cut.

There's something unusual
in here.

Braised in beer
from a local brewery.

This is a cold-blooded dagger
off the pick-and-roll.

[ Chuckles ]
Respect, bro.

I, sir, am humbled.

You mind if I out this
on the 'Gram?

Gotta get Dame
to come through, too.

Yeah.
And tag me on Insta.

I need the likes.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]

I got you.

♪♪

Denton: Hey, listen.

I want my cut
before we leave this place.

That was the deal.

And I'm a man of my word.

♪♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Groans ]

[ Tools thud ]

When Denton's done,
he's done.

I'll need help
with disposal.

No.
I'm not killing anyone.

Hey.

The reason I don't give him
his cut up front

is because you and Feeney
blew the money.

So you'll do what I ask
when I ask it.

Or I'll have to take something
very dear from you.

♪♪

[ Groans ]

♪ I've got to have it ♪

Hey, buddy,
what do you think?

Five letters --
young oak.

"Acorn."

"Acorn"?

Nice.

Hi.

Hey.

How's it going?

[ Exhales sharply ]
Pretty rough.

I just had my P.I. certification
interview,

and I blew it.

Oh, don't sweat it.

I got a job for you.

It's a missing-persons case.

He's in the wind,
and I need to find him.

Who?

Grey.

♪♪

[ Exhales heavily ]
Are you serious?

Completely.

That bald dude --

I'm pretty sure
he's the guy,

the Outlook
restaurant critic.

I need you
tending bar.

Okay.

Okay, let me, uh,
get this clear.

You want me to spy
on my best friend?

No, not spy.

I just want you to help me
find out where he is.

Okay.
Well, that's easy.

[ Taps table ]

[ Glasses clinking ]

Hey, Ansel.

Where's Grey?

Visiting his sick aunt
in Houston.

There you go.
Yes. Case closed.

You owe me $500.

Uh, do you really think
he went to Houston?

Can I show you something
real quick?

What is it?

Uh, the door.

Get out.

[ Sighs ]
Give me 20 minutes
back at my apartment.

Please. I'm serious.

If you care about Grey,

you're gonna wanna see
what I have to show you.

♪♪

Kane protected Grey
and Jack Feeney in prison.

Word from inside is that
both Grey and Feeney

owed Kane
for that protection.

Feeney ends up dead.

Two days later,
Kane escapes.

Now, I strongly believe

that Grey is with Kane
right now on a job.

[ Sighs ]

So you want me to help find Grey
so you can arrest him?

I don't care about Grey.
I want Kane.

I told you that he killed
one of my C.I.s 10 years ago.

He had a wife
and a one-month-old baby.

You have to find Grey.
Now.

Don't make me
put that back up, please.

Okay.

♪ Oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, ohh-oh ♪

Tell him this is
a churro taco soufflé

with cajeta tapioca cream
and piloncillo syrup.

Churro. Got it.

And finally a soupçon,
as they say in culinary circles,

of my special magic sauce.

Now, you wanna wait
until he takes a bite

to make sure
he's all good.

But don't let on

that you know
he's a food critic.

If he knows we know
that he knows we know,

he won't review us.

Give me the plate.

Wait -- Go.

♪ Ohhh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, ohh-oh ♪

♪ Just like that ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, ohh-oh ♪

♪ Ohh, oh-oh ♪

♪ When I smile to disguise... ♪

That looks good.

Thanks, buddy.

Hey, real quick, kid.

Five letters --
Bert's bud.

Ernie.

You're good.

You like it?

Love it.

Say, you're friends
with Grey, right?

♪ This tug of war
within my soul ♪

♪ Although silent ♪

This will initiate
the reaction.

And then we're gonna need
15 feet of clearance for safety.

You're the expert.

And, look,
about, uh, Denton --

let me talk to him, okay?

I'm sure he's just
a little on edge,

like everybody else,

but you don't have
to take him out.

Alright.

I appreciate it.

♪♪

[ Click ]
[ Dialing ]

[ Line ringing ]

[ Cellphone vibrates, beeps ]

Hey.
Kane: Looks like
we're gonna need

a little insurance.
Mm-hmm.

We need to make sure
Grey cooperates.

Yeah.
I'll take care of it.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

[ Crunch ]

[ Sighs ]
This feels weird,

snooping around
in Grey's office with you.

I'm just a client.

Well, I wouldn't
bring my client on a job.

Except this client
just happens to be a cop.

Yeah. Who I've also
hooked up with.
Your point being?

That it feels weird

snooping around
in Grey's office with you.

Okay, look,
you want to protect him.

That's sweet.

Do you know the combination
to this thing?

No, not a clue.

Okay, well,
it's usually the birth date

of somebody
you care about.

You want to humor me,
try yours?

[ Sighs ]
Come on.

Come on.

[ Sighs ]

[ Dial clicking ]

[ Safe door opens ]

Adorable.

I tried my brother's.

[ Clears throat ]

He owns a bar.

I mean, it's --
it's practically insurance.

Grey is
a convicted felon.

It's illegal for him
to own a gun.

Well, it's a good thing
we only found bullets.

Which tells me that he probably
has the gun on him,

and if he has the gun
on him...

He wouldn't be able
to get on a plane

and go to Houston.

There you go.

[ Sighs ]

What's all this?

Grey's an explosives
expert.

You didn't know that?

What?

N-No, Grey went to prison
for grand theft.

Among other things,
yeah.

Hoffman: 312 Customs.

You got to be kidding me.

Ex-con named Petey
runs it.

He's got a really long
rap sheet.

[ Sighs ]

Denton: What's that?

I could use some quiet time.

If I'm risking my neck,
I want to know what's going on.

Alright,
this is C-4, okay?

And explosives
are like dogs.

They need to be told what to do
so they know how to please.

I just need enough
to blow open this door

so I can keep
what's inside safe.

Hey, Denton,
do me a favor.

Okay.

Just quit running your mouth
around Kane.

You know something
I don't?

You heard what I said,
okay?

Just do your job,
yeah?

♪♪

Tookie, man,
we're out of cilantro.

That's a disaster.
Dinner's gonna be a mob scene.

Ansel. Ansel?

I need you to make
a cilantro run.

Can you handle that?
Yes.

Go to Shemanski Market
on West Huber Street.

Buy up all the cilantro
they have left.
Okay.

Hurry.
Okay.

♪♪

[ Window clicks, whirs ]

Frank: Hey, pal.

Grey called.

He wants me
to take you to him.

He's in Houston.
Nope.

He's here.

He's planning a surprise party
for your sister.

I'm not supposed to get
in strangers' cars.

I'm not a stranger.
I'm Grey's friend, like you.

Guess that makes us friends,
too, doesn't it?

♪♪

[ Laughing ]
Come on. Let's go.

♪♪

You want a shot?

No. You okay?

Hey, Tookie,
where's Ansel?

Cilantro run.
He'll be back in five.
Alright.

Look, I know
how hard this can be,

finding out
that somebody you trusted

isn't who you thought
they were.

No. I know Grey, okay?

He must have gotten
mixed up in something.

[ Glass thuds ]

[ Sighing ]

I'm gonna go
check out 312.

I'll take a look around
Grey's loft.

Alright.
If you find anything, just --

Yes, I will call you.

I promise.

♪ ...to wait at all ♪

♪ All you said... ♪♪

♪ I've never read ♪

[ Sighs ]

[ Cash register beeps ]

Where's Grey?

Oh, I'm sorry, buddy.
He's stuck in traffic.

Hey, do you like
ice cream sundaes?

'Cause this place
makes the best.

Let's grab a booth.
Come on.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

This one's great.

♪ ...you read in school ♪

Alright.

Oh, real quick.

[ Beep ]
Say, "Hi, Grey."

Hi, Grey.

Perfect.

[ Cellphone beeps, clicks ]

Now, don't get yourself
into a lather, Greyson.

Frank's just gonna
sit there with him

until he hears back
from me.

Whatever you need, Kane.

Well,
that's what I figured.

Go make us rich.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Man shouts in distance,
crow caws ]

♪♪

You Petey?

Who's asking?

♪♪

This man been to see you
in the last 24 hours?

Why don't we take that long,
awkward pause as a yes?

What was he here for?

Car stereo.

♪♪

[ Chuckles softly ]

Since when do you use
pyrotechnic shot shells

to fix stereos?

Shall we just
try this again?

What did Grey buy,
and how much?

Enough to blow through
the Spalding Bank vault,

except all they keep in there
anymore is bicycles.

So, what vault
is our friend headed for?

I didn't ask.

He wouldn't have told me.

Obvi.

Obvi?

Teenage granddaughter.

♪♪

♪ Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah ♪

♪ There's a flame... ♪

I need to go
to the bathroom.

Oh, sure.
I'll go with you.

You know...

I'll hold on to your phone.

Wouldn't want you
dropping it in the toilet.

I won't drop it.

I'll take it anyway,
just in case.

♪ It's burning for you ♪

♪ Even though... ♪

Hey, kid, that's...

the ladies'.

[ Toilet flushes ]

[ Music continues, muffled ]

[ Stall door opens ]

[ Chuckling ] Oh.

This is the ladies' room,
young man.

The men's
is right next door.

♪ In my heart ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna
tear my heart apart ♪

Oops.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ So, hey, babe, won't you... ♪

[ Sighs ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Cellphone vibrates, rings ]

[ Drawer closes ]

Hello?

Waitress: I need to talk
to Dex Parios.

Yeah. This is she.

A young man gave me a card,
and it says,

"My name is Ansel Parios.
Please call my sister.

Tell her I'm lost
and to come get me."

It had this number.

Where is he?

Uh, Pearl's Diner on
Killingsworth Street
in Maplewood.

He seems fine.
He's with a man.

The man -- uh, what does he --
what does he look like?

I don't know.
Middle-aged, bald.

♪♪

Uh, gray jacket?

Yeah, that's him.

Okay.
I'll be right there.

[ The Cars'
"Just What I Needed" plays ]

♪♪

[ Brakes screech lightly ]

[ Gearshift clicks,
cellphone beeps ]

[ Ringing ]
Hoffman.

Yeah, Hoffman, Pearl's Diner.
Make it quick, okay?

[ Cellphone beeps ]

This is
the employee entrance.

Okay. What's your name?
Henry.

Henry. Okay.
Won't happen again.

♪♪

Uh, hey.

Uh, Henry --
the dishwasher --

he told me
to come get you.

Said he'd need some help
with the dumpster.

[ Sighs ]

[ Food sizzling,
indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

Hi, Dex.

Hey, buddy.
[ Chuckles ]

I'm supposed
to get cilantro.

Yeah. I heard.
What happened?

Frank said
Grey wanted to see me,

but Grey's not here yet.

Yeah. Got it.

Okay.
I'll tell you what.

Why don't you wait for me
in the car?

It's in the parking lot,
okay?

Frank and I are just gonna have
a little...talk.

What about
the cilantro?

Don't worry about
the cilantro.

♪♪

I can stay with you.

No.
Uh, I got it, okay?

Just go wait in the car.

Is Grey okay?

Grey is fine.
I promise.

I'll be out in a minute,
alright?

Okay.
Okay.

I love you.
I love you, too, buddy.

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

Just keep your hands
on the table, okay?

Where's Grey?
I have no idea.

Well, you better tell me
where he is,

or there's gonna be
a little trouble downtown.

He's with Kane,
settling a debt.

I was supposed to hold on
to you for insurance,

but the kid was
the next best thing.

Waitress:
Everything good here?

Yeah. It's wonderful.
Thank you.

Are you the person
I called on the phone?

I sure am, yeah.

And everything
is, uh, hunky-dory.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Table thuds ]

[ Gun cocks ]

Alright.

We're walking out of here
through the back.

We're gonna get
into your car,

and you and the kid
are coming with me.

Whatever you say, okay?

After you.

♪ I don't mind you comin' here ♪

♪ And wastin' all my time ♪

♪ 'Cause when you're standin'
oh so near ♪

Keep walking.

♪ I kinda lose my mind ♪

Ha!

[ Both grunting ]

♪ It's not the perfume
that you wear ♪

♪ It's not the ribbons
in your hair ♪

[ Gun clatters ]

♪ And I don't mind
you comin' here ♪

♪ And wastin' all my time ♪

♪ I guess you're just
what I needed ♪

♪ Just what I needed ♪

Aaah!

♪ I needed someone to feed ♪

[ Both grunting ]

♪ I guess you're just
what I needed ♪

♪ Just what I needed ♪

♪ I needed someone to bleed ♪

Aah!

♪ I guess you're just
what I needed ♪

♪ Just what I needed ♪

[ Gagging ]

♪ I needed someone to feed ♪

♪ I guess you're just
what I needed ♪

♪ Just what I needed ♪

[ Groaning ]
[ Panting ]

♪ I needed someone to bleed ♪

[ Door squeaks ]

[ Gasps ]

Hey, don't freak out.

Uh...
Okay?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Take this, okay?
Keep everybody out of here.

For how long?

Give me five minutes.

Eight, tops.

[ Exhales sharply ]
Okay.

[ Keypad beeps ]

Get ready.

What's happening?

The safe's
about to explode.

Oh, man. Hold on.

[ Exhales sharply ]
Okay.

♪♪

Alright, here we go.

Three, two...

[ Detonator beeps,
explosive pops ]

That's it?

That's it.

Hoffman: Dex!

Dex: Yeah. Here.
Hey.

Where's your brother?

He's -- He's okay.

Listen, this guy didn't know
where the job was,

but he did say that Kane
had him set up a fence

that sells
Native American artifacts.

What -- What did you get
from Petey?

He said Kane bought enough
explosives to blow a vault.

Okay. What vault?

♪♪

Artifacts.

♪♪

Portland Museum.

Worth a try.

Listen, I need to take
my brother home, okay?

Can you deal with this?

[ Door opens ]

I-I'll call it in.

♪♪

Denton:
All this for a rock?

Oh, this is
no ordinary rock.

This obsidian ax
is 12,000 years old.

What's it worth?

When something is this rare
and this valuable,

they call it priceless.

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

[ Gun cocks ]

Come on, man.
[ Gun cocks ]

Put it down, Kane.

[ Scoffs ]

Greyson McConnell,
humble tavern owner.

You know, if Frank
doesn't hear from me, Grey,

your little friend
is in a very bad situation.

Just put the gun down,
Kane.

Let Denton go,

and we can all
just walk away, okay?

All the loot is yours.

Isn't that right, Denton?

He can have it all.
Works for me.

So, what do you want,
Kane?

You want cash to finance
your life on the run?

Or you want to prove a point
and go back to prison?

See, now,
that's the Grey I know --

level-headed.

Put the gun down,
Greyson.

I could solve
so many people's problems

by just pulling
this trigger.

Put it down.

♪♪

[ Brakes screech lightly,
gearshift clicks ]

[ Sighs ]

Could be staging out of
this warehouse over here.

That's his M.O.
He's a tunneler.

Pulled four jobs
that way.

Alright,
let's check it out.
Hold on a second.

Detective Miles Hoffman

requesting Code-3 cover
at Portland Museum.
[ Gunshots ]

Dex, where you going? Stop --
Shots fired! Shots fired!

[ The Clash's
"Police On My Back" plays ]

♪♪

Portland police!

[ Gunshots ]
Denton: Aah!

[ Chamber clicking ]
♪ Well, I'm running ♪

He shot me!

♪ Police on my back,
I've been hiding ♪

You're okay!
You're okay! Relax!
[ Groaning ]

Move. Move.

-Hey, what are you --
-Stay back! Stay back!

♪ Police on my back ♪

♪ And the victim ♪

♪ Well, he won't come back ♪

♪ I been running Monday ♪

Ow! Ahh!
I'm -- I'm sorry.

Dex, I'm sorry.
I screwed up.

Dex: Medic!

He's heavy.

Medic!

Grey: Dex --
Alright, put
your hand underneath.

See if the bullet went
all the way through.

♪ Friday, Saturday, Sunday ♪

♪ What have I done? ♪

-Let me see your hands!
-Hey.

Don't move!
Look, there's
a gunshot wound, okay?

I think
it hit an artery.

We're gonna need medical
down here immediately.

♪ Yes, I'm running ♪

Get down!
♪ Down the railway track ♪

♪ Could you help me? ♪

♪ Police on my back ♪

♪ They will catch me ♪

♪ If I dare drop back ♪

♪ Won't you give me ♪

♪ All the speed I lack? ♪

♪ What have I done? ♪

[ Groans ]

♪ What have I done? ♪

You know how I can tell
I was born to be a crook?

I missed having guns
pointed at me.

Isn't that sick?

But you're most alive
in that moment.

And now twice in one day.

It makes breaking out worth it
just for this.

You know why I'm glad
you broke out?

So I could be the one
to put a bullet in your head.

[ Sirens wail in distance ]

Darius was my friend.

Yeah, I put
a bullet in his head,

but you served him up,
Detective.

You want to kill me?

You go right ahead.

But it ain't ever gonna
make you feel any better.

I'm willing to find out.

What do you want me to do?

Beg for my life,
like Darius did?

♪♪

Like a bitch?

Miles! Stand down!

[ Breathes sharply ]

Go ahead.

♪♪

You're not gonna do this.

♪♪

Look, you know, maybe we do
this tomorrow, man, you know?

Hoffman: We got to go.

I got you.

Trust me. Go.

I'm scared.

You asked for my help.
I gave it to you.

We got to go now.
Just trust me.

I got you.

We got to go. Trust me.

[ Gunshot ]

♪♪

[ Sirens approaching ]

♪♪

[ Siren chirps, radio chatter ]

Thanks.

♪♪

Hey.
Hey. You, uh --

You need anything?

A favor.

Of course you do.

Take it easy on Grey.

Do you really know
this guy?

I know enough.

Man: Detective Hoffman?
You got a second?

♪♪

Man: ...job your team did.

Yes, sir.

I -- I very much
appreciate that.

I want you
to tell Hoffman...

Yep, I would be happy to convey
that to Detective Hoffman.

Very proud
of what you did.

In fact, he's walking
in here right now.

He Jewish, by the way?

No, I don't --
I don't believe he is Jewish,

as far as I know.
Tell him mazel tov,
regardless.

[ Whispering ] He says
mazel tov, regardless.

[ Normal voice ]
Thank you so much.

I appreciate that.
[ Speaking indistinctly ]

Yes, I'm -- I'm thrilled
that you're happy.

Have a good evening.

You too.

The mayor.

And the chief.

You are moving up
in this world, Hoffman.

[ Liquid sloshes ]

What about McConnell?

[ Bottle thuds ]

Um, what --
what about him?

What are we gonna
charge him with?

Um...nothing.

[ Liquid pours ]

Uh, he was, um --
[ Bottle thuds ]

[ Clears throat ]
He -- He was --

He was my informant.

And he was, um, integral
to [Clears throat]

the -- the whole takedown.

Is that right?

Y-Yeah.

He was a C.I.?

And I didn't see any paperwork
cross my desk.

Yeah.

Uh, man, I must have
left it in Hawaii.

♪♪

[ Pops lips ]
Well...

Mr. McConnell...

is a very lucky man.

♪♪

So, um -- So, he can --
he can walk, yeah?

Fill out
the retroactive paperwork,

and he can cartwheel
out of here, for all I care.

Good Lord, I am giddy.

[ Chuckles ]

"Chef Navarro's cuisine" --
That's me.

"Chef Navarro's cuisine was,
in our foodie-saturated age,

that rarest of things --
entirely unexpected."

Mm.

"Even the limited
beverage program

and indifferent service

added a certain
rough-hewn charm."

That was your department.

Mm.

"But a win for our fine diners
is a loss for our streets.

We all feel Portland
getting less weird by the day.

If Chef Navarro's plans

are for a brick-and-mortar
restaurant,

losing his iconic truck

is sadly
just a sign of the times."

Portland needs me.

There shall be
no restaurant.

A truck is where I began,

and a truck is
where I shall remain.

Two "shalls."

Sounds definitive.

♪♪

Hey.
Hey, Grey.

My guy.

♪♪

Congrats.

♪♪

Did you catch
"entirely unexpected"?

I'll say it again.

Look, I just want
to say up front

and say that I'm sorry --

Ohh!

[ Breathing heavily ]

You put Ansel in danger.

God, how could you --

♪♪

[ Voice breaking ]
How could you do tha--
How could you do that?

♪♪

Everything that I did
or tried to do

was to protect him.

Don't you see that?

And to protect you.

I don't know who you are.

Grey, I don't know
who you are anymore.

♪♪

If I left out anything
about me or my past,

if there's anything
I didn't tell you...

♪♪

Look, I should have just
told you, alright?

♪♪

If there's anything else
you want to say,

anything else
you want to tell me,

you better tell me
right now.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry.

♪♪

Dex, someone's here
to see you.

Yeah, buddy.

[ Sniffles ]

Come on.

Janet.

Hey.

Miss Parios.

Congratulations.

You're officially
a licensed private investigator

in the state of Oregon.
[ Exhales sharply ]

For whatever that's worth.

Wow. Thanks.
That, uh --

This means a lot.

You'd make more
tending bar.

[ Chuckles ]
Just an FYI.

Thank you.

I'm proud of you, sis.
[ Chuckles ]

Look at that, huh?
Yeah. It's all for you.

Come here.

Tookie: Congrats, Dex.

[ Laughs ]

You've come a long way.

[ Laughs ]
Make a wish.

[ Sighs ]

♪ I know it's on your mind ♪

♪♪

Okay.

[ Blows ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪