All language subtitles for Wong.and.Winchester.S01E06.480p.x264

Yo, Scottie!

Sharp shirt, man. I didn't
even see you come in.

Just kidding, you look terrible.

Ronnie!

What's going on, man?

- Just Ron.
- Yeah, listen,

I just wanted to offer up
my services again, my man.

- I'm, uh, trying to focus here.
- Yeah, no, I can see that.

But listen, I don't just
run these petits games, man.

I'm like a Swiss army knife, OK? Pow!

Anyway, you want to place some
bets, you know who to call.

Nathan Adler, the world's best bookie.

All right, I'll let you get back to it.

He's bluffing.

You got my number, my man!

Uh, guys...

Everybody, hands where I can see them!

You know what this is.

Everybody stay seated.

Everybody be cool.

You stay cool, you will
walk out of here alive,

minus your watches,
cellphones and wallets.

You will hand them to Rizzo.

- Eyes down.
- Yep, OK. OK.

- We good?
- We're good.

- You got the money?
- Yeah.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Oh my...

You know what?

Not that bad.

Right?

Who has my watch?

How easy was that?

Like taking candy from a
fricken figurative baby!

And there's so many
more things we can do.

Bigger games, dangerous games.

I just want to be 100%
transparent with you guys,

I'm not great at keeping secrets.

But what I, Nathan Adler,
am good at is taking large...

some might say foolish, some
might say unnecessary... risks.

So, when can I tell everyone
we're doing the next one?

We'll be in touch.

Yeah.

What's with the bees, man?

Enough with the bees. That's enough!

Nathan!

Hey, man.

What are you doing here?

Oh! Ah!

Aaah!

Mail delivery.

And, uh, you're getting
your personal mail

delivered to the office now because?

Creditor issues, Gary.

- Easier this way.
- Well, looking forward to seeing

how that all blows up in my face.

Oh, and say hi to Dennis for me.

Glad to hear he's
still working the steps!

"Suspension of your driver's
licence has come to an end.

In order to have your
licence reinstated,

- please follow the enclosed instructions."
- Morning, Marissa!

Oh, that was suspicious.

Anyway, uh, we better get going
if we're gonna still meet up

with your old cop pal
who wants to hire us.

So, why exactly did he insist
on not meeting us at the office?

He's a bit of a character.

Well, if it isn't Dennis Laidlaw!

God!

- What is with the disguise?
- Just...

- And why the fake moustache?
- Ow! Ow!

It's not fake. It's just new.

And I'm hiding my face,

because no one can know
that I am meeting you.

Mmm, reminds me of my
high school ex-boyfriend.

I-it's why I couldn't just
meet you at your office.

Well, I, for one, am
already super intrigued!

- My driver, Sarah.
- Right!

Yes! Marissa's spoken so highly of you!

- Oh, that's... I mean...
- A surprise to me too.

Yeah! No, not that the
two of you are working

so well together, but,
you know, just that

Marissa had anything
positive to say about anyone.

OK, I'm not loving this dynamic.

What was so important that you
couldn't tell me over the phone?

I think I'm losing my mind.

- Obviously.
- No, I'm serious.

It started last week
when I lost my keys.

Please tell me you are not hiring
me to find your missing keys.

If only it was that low stakes.

I found my keys back in their drawer.

My police gun is now
missing. I know, I know!

But I can't report it. It'll
be the end of my career!

- Dennis!
- I screwed up!

But that's why I'm here.

I need you to track it down
before it hits the streets.

OK, we'll... we'll find it, right?

We can start by retracing your steps.

Great minds!

This is a list of everywhere
that I went yesterday

and all of the approximate
times that I was there.

The whole thing doesn't make any sense.

My gun only travels
from my lockbox at home

to my lockbox at work.
And I am almost sure

that I put it in the lockbox at work.

It's all so routine, you know?

I don't even keep the
thing loaded anymore!

All I know is that when
I got home last night,

there was nothing there
but an empty holster.

It says you went home
after the hockey game,

but the timeline doesn't add up.

I watched the game last night,
and it ended just after 9:30.

It says here that you
got home after midnight.

If you want us to do this...

you gotta be honest.

It can't be like old times.

I was at a bar. I am not
drinking again, I swear!

I am still very much on the wagon.

No, I... I... I only ordered one drink

and I didn't even have a sip.

I just sat there staring
at it, contemplating.

I only lied because I am
on my third strike at home.

I can't risk losing my kids, Marissa.

I'll find your gun.

But if you're drinking
again, lying again...

bad things will happen.

So lovely meeting you.

I know the owner from my partying days.

Definitely the kind of guy who
loves the smell of his own farts.

- Uh, that's...
- Real A-1 prick.

Definitely the kind of guy to
play "finders keepers" with a gun.

First Dennis, now you.

Is this finally the answers
to all my financial prayers?

Firmly on the wagon,
sorry to disappoint.

This one here almost single-handedly

put my first son through college.

We are here to find out

if anything unordinary
happened last night.

This is a bar that serves cheap drinks

to unscrupulous characters.

You're gonna have to be
a little more specific.

Anything found.

You here about the bag of bras?

I have so many follow-up questions

that I'm mostly afraid to ask.

Here about a missing gun.

Yeah, got nothing for you.

Nothing was found? Not even at close?

I never closed last night.

It was slow, so I had my junior do it.

OK, so could your junior
maybe have found something?

I would have heard about it.

Kid's incompetent, but
a boy scout nonetheless.

Mind if we look around?

I'll take the inside,
you take the outside,

meaning you take the dumpster.

- OK, any possibility of us swi...
- Just for edification,

my edification...

was Dennis drinking last night?

I would assume so

this being a bar and all.

Prick.

Well, my search inside turned up nothing

but a solid reminder of how
disgusting men's bathrooms are.

Although I was not able to
locate Dennis's missing gun,

I did find something of note.

Guessing it's not your dignity.

It's something that doesn't
bode well for Dennis.

You've got a prophylactic stuck to you.

Ah! Ugh!

- Here.
- Uh...

- You read it.
- It's a bar receipt.

It's got Dennis's name
and signature on it.

I'm guessing it's not for the
one drink that Dennis claimed?

- Not unless that one drink cost him over $300.
- That lying sack...

If this receipt is any indication,

Dennis did some world-class
drinking last night.

Most likely not alone,

which means that Dennis lied again!

What did I tell you?

- How did you know that I was here?
- Because it's Wednesday,

you clueless creature of habit!

You're always having your
disgusting, soggy sandwich.

But more importantly, you
were drinking last night.

Blackout drunk by the
looks of your bar bill.

- Who were you with, Dennis?
- What? N... no!

No, I wasn't with anyone. I...

I paid off my bar tab from years ago.

That's all that this is.

What? You really think
that I drank $300 worth

of booze last night, Marissa?

Be reasonable.

Why is Simard and the police here?

Sorry, Dennis, you're
gonna have to come with us.

- What? What is this?
- Nathan Adler,

lowlife bookie who runs a
few underground poker games

- caught three in the chest.
- OK, and?

And Dennis' gun was
found next to his body.

What?

Dennis Laidlaw, you are under arrest
for the murder of Nathan Adler.

Don't worry, we'll get
to the bottom of this.

There's no way Dennis
killed some random bookie.

Do you think maybe it's possible
that Dennis owed him money?

- I do not.
- Maybe Dennis felt trapped.

Then why use his own police gun?

- Yeah, that's a fair question.
- It was rhetorical.

Maybe it's why he didn't
want to report his gun stolen.

It's not!

Look, even if Dennis killed
the bookie, which he didn't,

why would he ever leave his
gun at the scene of the crime?

Yeah, that's another fair question.

Gary, can you pull some strings?

Get me a face-to-face with Dennis?

Those are some pretty
big strings to pull.

I'll look into it.

Hey, Jen.

Wow.

I just... know if I
could talk to Dennis,

I could figure it all out.

Clear his name.

OK, thanks.

What?

Dennis just confessed
to murdering the bookie.

What, did you beat the
confession out of him?

- Nice to see you too, Marissa.
- Hi, Marissa!

Not now, Reynolds. You
know he didn't do this.

- Simard?
- Ugh!

It's funny, because I have a taped

and signed confession
that says otherwise.

Look. Top five.

Please do not tell me
that someone's already

slipped you the police report.

If Dennis killed the bookie,

why were the remaining
bullets in his gun clean?

His fingerprints were
all over the gun, right?

Yeah, of course they were.

So,

why would Dennis bother wiping
his fingerprints off the bullets?

- Pfft...
- That's 'cause he didn't.

Someone else loaded the
bullets in Dennis' gun.

- OK.
- Dennis didn't even keep his gun loaded.

Be that as it may...

I'm gonna go back to what
I said at the beginning.

Why would Dennis confess?

Hmm? It's because there
is a very big difference

between what Dennis says
and what Dennis does.

Now, I get that you have a soft spot

for your old drinking
buddy, but your soft spot

is becoming a blind spot.

Hey, there's the man of the hour.

A record confession for Officer Adams.

Hey, don't sell me short now.

It wasn't just about the confession.

Don't forget about the stolen guns.

- Mmm.
- What stolen guns?

We found stolen guns from
evidence in Dennis' trunk.

Let me guess, he confessed to that too.

Hey, hey, don't shoot the messenger.

Dennis only told me he stole them.

Sergeant Miller's hard work is
how we recovered what was left.

What do you mean, "What was left"?

Apparently, Dennis
already unloaded the rest.

- Convenient.
- It's not like Dennis didn't have

a few bar tabs around town to pay off.

If Dennis were guilty, why
hire me to find his gun?

Maybe he's trying to buy an
alibi off his old drinking buddy.

Then why confess immediately?

Exactly.

- Bye, Marissa.
- Not now, Reynolds.

You sure we should be
trespassing onto a crime scene?

There's no way the incompetent
investigating officer

didn't miss a piece of evidence, a clue.

Well, well, Officer Ronnie Lem...

Marissa, Simard said
you might be coming by.

Just... hoping to have a quick look.

Come on, Lem.

I'm gonna make it worth your while.

Yeah, not sure that bribe is
of a sexual or financial nature,

but either way, I'm good.

Let's go. Come on.

I got 2 tickets to the
Habs with your name on them.

As tempting as your family's tickets

in the nosebleeds sound, I'm good.

- I'll throw in binoculars.
- What's all that debris there?

- It wasn't in the report.
- Hey!

There was a hornets' nest.

We had to call the city in to
remove it before the investigation.

- Happy? Come on, let's go.
- Come on, Lem!

Don't you think it's weird,
Dennis just confessing?

He's been drinking again.

You know how Dennis
gets when he's drinking.

He's not!

OK, I spoke to the junior
bartender that served him.

He wasn't drinking!

He just paid off his bar
tab, just like he said!

I won't tell Simard you were here, OK?

But you gotta go now,

or I have no choice but to haul you in.

Hi, can I help...

What are you doing here?

Need a favour.

Of course.

I assume you're still a
degenerate gambling addict?

And you would assume wrong.

Oh, my apologies.

Hey, where's that gaudy
pinky ring of yours?

The one that makes you look like you won

- the Super Bowl of bad taste.
- Uh, I...

You pawned it to pay
off your gambling debts.

I already spoke to
Pete from Peter's Pawn,

not to mention you still
got that gaudy-ring tan line.

- What do you want?
- Nathan Adler.

Don't know who that is.

Well, the selfie Nathan
took of you and him,

clearly without your consent,

and posted to his Facebook
kind of says different.

We need to know everything you know.

Not much to know.

Nathan runs a few underground games.

Super annoying, big-mouth,
low-level bookie.

- What about enemies?
- His poker game was robbed the other night.

I'm guessing there were more
than a few unhappy players?

Yeah, was talk of it
being an inside job.

- What do you recall about the robbery?
- There were four of them.

Uh, all dressed the same, masks.

One of them, Rizzo, had
red mud on their boots.

Red mud?

Well, I'm glad to know
that not only are you still

a raging gambling fiend,

but judging from what I can
only assume is a false memory,

a delusional dolt as well.

Call me if you think
of anything legitimate.

Hey, w... why do you
want to know all this?

Nathan Adler's dead.

Oh...

Yeah, I'm OK with it!

Yep!

You OK skipping lunch? A couple
more things I want to run down.

I have to say, I like
seeing this side of you.

You've been like a dog with
a bone this entire case.

Yeah, well, redeeming Dennis
isn't just redeeming Dennis.

It's also redeeming you!

- So much for subtext.
- Sorry!

When we were partying together,
Dennis and I sort of...

Dennis was demoted to the evidence room

- and you know what happened to me.
- I do.

But Dennis got sober.

He cleaned his life and
that evidence room up.

It's why he can't
report his gun missing.

But then why confess to
something he clearly didn't do?

Um, also, I know now's
probably not the best time,

but your car's kind of making
that clunking sound again.

You're right. It's not the best time.

Gary's mechanic assured me that
my car has got plenty of life left.

Stay here.

Go! Go!

Probably should have seen that coming.

Probably shouldn't say anything else.

Hey, so, I did some digging,

that red mud is a toxic byproduct

of an industrial process
that refines raw aluminium ore

- into aluminium oxide.
- Yeah, not so interested

in what's most likely the
misremembering of a fallible florist.

We're interested in the
SUV that was watching us.

Ran the plates.

SUV belongs to a drug
dealer suspected of murders.

That's not good.

- Uh, but there's a twist.
- I'm guessing not positive.

He was arrested a few weeks ago.

Oh, that's positive.

- The SUV impounded.
- Also positive.

But according to the police rep...

Thank you. According to police
records, SUV hasn't left the lot.

- That's...
- Proof that something more is going on.

We must be dealing with a crooked cop.

Wait, you think a cop framed
Dennis for the bookie's murder?

A cop would be the only
one with access to the SUV.

They must have threatened
Dennis, his family.

They get Dennis to confess,

- then it doesn't go to trial.
- This is big. This is really big!

Wha... what do we do?

Find the dirty cop.

How did you get in here?

Spoke to your lawyer,
did a bit of arm twisting.

Added your friendly neighbourhood P.I.

to your legal defence team.

Yeah, y-you do realize that
I've confessed already, right?

We know about the dirty cop.

Look, we can help you,
protect your family.

We obviously don't have enough

- to make any arrests...
- Yet.

...we can get there.

And we can get there
faster with your help.

I killed the bookie.

Look, this is not as simple
as you just presenting info

to Internal Affairs.
Believe me, that's what...

That's what?

Just leave it alone.

Please.

Guard!

So, I made a few calls,

and a little birdy at
the station told me that,

well, let's just say Marissa was right.

A phrase I never tire of hearing.

Dennis filed a report
with Internal Affairs.

Ooh, let me guess, shortly
before he lost his gun?

Dennis reported a stash of guns missing

from the evidence room a few days prior.

Let me guess again, the same guns
that were recovered from his trunk?

The very same.

This human Irritable
Bowel Syndrome Simard said

that they only found a
few of the stolen guns,

meaning our mystery cop wanted
to keep the rest for himself.

- But who?
- Dennis gave a list of names to Internal Affairs,

everyone who was in and
out of the evidence room

on the day the guns disappeared.

So whoever set up Dennis,

whoever framed him and stole those guns,

has to be one of these eight cops.

One of these eight somehow knew
that Dennis filed a complaint.

A complaint they needed to go away.

But how does the dead
bookie factor into all this?

A million dollar question.

And how did they get
a hold of Dennis' gun?

They needed access to Dennis.

They needed to pressure
him into a confession.

Could be the cop that
cuffed Dennis at the station.

Doubtful, he was a goody two-shoes

the whole time we worked together.

This guy, Officer Scott Adams,
the guy Dennis confessed to,

the one celebrating at the
bar with human IBS Simard...

The SUV that was parked
at the flower shop.

Whoever did this had to have
access to the SUV, right?

Hold on, I just saw something.

Look, it's right here.

The cop that impounded
the drug dealer's SUV...

Was the one who found
the gun in Dennis' trunk.

- Or more likely...
- Sergeant Miller planted the gun in Dennis' trunk!

The only hiccup is...

would he have had access to Dennis
in order to make him confess?

He would not.

Unless...

he wasn't working alone.

What's Kurt up to?

Waiting for someone would be my guess.

Now he's profusely scratching himself.

Oh God! He's really
digging in deep there.

Oh, he's covered in these crazy red,

itchy-looking welts.

Been there, unfortunately.

Wait a second.

Oh, I knew I recognized those bumps.

I was briefly an entomology major.

- Zero follow-up questions.
- They are hornet stings.

They removed that giant hornets'
nest from the crime scene.

Before the cops could
start their investigation.

But Kurt wasn't assigned to the case.

So there's no reason why he'd
be anywhere near the crime scene.

Especially while the
hornets' nest was still there.

I would be willing to put good money

that Kurt was the one that pulled
the trigger and killed the bookie.

Officer Lem.

That's the officer who turned us
away at the crime scene, right?

Looks like not all is
well in crooked cop town.

And what do we have here?

Do you think that's the
rest of the stolen guns?

So Kurt was the one who planted
the guns in Dennis' trunk.

And now he's trying to pass off

the rest now that the heat is on.

OK, well it looks like we're
dealing with more than one dirty cop.

Didn't the florist say there were
four robbers at the poker game?

There's one way to
find out. Follow them.

Ah!

I am gonna kill Gary's mechanic!

Calling with an update on the hit I put

on your mechanic, I'm hoping?

Uh, n-no update on that. But
I have an update on Dennis.

- Proceed.
- Dennis was not the only officer

who filed a report
with Internal Affairs.

who got arrested for
something shortly thereafter.

Resulting in the original
complaint going away?

Three times in the last six months.

Someone at Internal Affairs
must be selling out the cops

who come in to confide in them.

Is there any connection between
Dennis' case and any of the others?

Not that I can see.

Uh, it was a different
officer assigned to each case.

Do you think... do you think
the entire I.A. is corrupt?

That's a bit of a stretch.

But we need to get
inside Internal Affairs.

- Only problem being...
- I still got a case or two open against me there,

and there's no way Sarah's
getting within 100 feet of it.

- Well...
- Which means...

Yeah! It's all gonna fall on me!

Thanks, Rachel for giving me the tour.

Thanks for giving me the coffee.

- It was nice to catch up.
- Yeah.

Good distraction. Been a
bit of a stressful month.

My therapist even has me doing pottery.

- Huh!
- To my surprise, it is actually helping.

Oh, well, I will definitely
have to look into that.

Doing classes at this
real hippy-dippy place.

- You're welcome to join anytime.
- Oh!

- And here we have...
- Mm-hmm, you know...

...my office.

Oh! Huh!

Wow!

This is, uh...

did you get demoted?

Every office is like
this in our new building.

It's claustrophobic.

It's what happens when the
department's underfunded.

Defund the police who police the police.

Right. Yeah...

How's things with you and Marissa?

All we've done is talk
about me and my job.

Well, you know, there's
a reason I'm here.

Right, well, Internal Affairs
definitely isn't for everybody.

Not like your old job on the force.

You don't make a lot of
friends in this department.

Don't get me wrong. We
could use more guys like you.

- That's why I was glad when you called.
- Ah!

And here we have our conference room,

our only conference room.

More cutbacks?

We're pretty much all conducting
our interviews and meetings here now.

It's the only place
you can sit comfortably

- with more than one person.
- Oh, so when someone

comes in to file a report,

you gather in this room
to discuss the matter

- together in the same room?
- Mm-hmm.

Must be a scheduling nightmare!

Oh, sorry.

- I need to get that.
- Sure, Rach.

Yeah, I'll just be
here, uh, on my phone...

...using my phone...

OK, find the bug.

OK...

Ah!

And there's no way of pinning
down where this is transmitting to?

- Or who planted it?
- Afraid no to both.

This type of listening device

can easily broadcast
within a 3 km radius.

- Not ideal.
- Maybe we should just go to the police,

- present them our theory.
- Nope!

But this is... this is big!

Kurt and Lem are corrupt! They
stole the guns, they framed Dennis!

We have to tell someone!

Again, nope!

As rarely as this occurs, I
have to agree with Marissa.

I left the listening
device there for a reason.

A theory with no proof
just isn't good enough.

We need to make sure that we know

who's listening in before we act.

And there's a good chance
it's more than Kurt and Lem.

Taking them all down
at once is the only way

to make sure that Dennis goes free.

And remains alive.

OK, wh... what we need
is... is clear-cut,

indisputable, "charges
immediately dropped

'cause the real killer is
found," kind of evidence.

Caught-red-handed kind of evidence.

A confession.

Would you stop with the car...

keys...

I know how to take them down.

Clear-cut and indisputable.

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So, my ex-partner Marissa
Wong reached out to me today.

She was totally frantic.

She said she has something

that will help take
down some dirty cops.

She wants to meet tonight
at the old toy factory.

She wants to give me
what she's got, right?

Said that I should come alone,

that I shouldn't tell anybody.

Now, obviously, Marissa
Wong is a big, fat liar

who's got a vendetta for
the department, right?

So, that's why I'm here.

Just to try to get
out ahead of it, right?

Make sure that, uh, if
she's trying to burn me...

you know about it.

- Why would Marissa burn you?
- Why?

Does anyone really know why
Marissa Wong does anything?

I don't get it. How would Marissa...

- What would she have?
- Doesn't matter what she has.

What matters is she
hasn't turned it over yet.

We just gotta make sure she doesn't.

We're gonna ambush Marissa's
little meeting with Simard,

use the guns we stole from evidence

and kill them both.

Easy.

This is big. Thanks for meeting me.

This is gonna turn the
whole department upside down.

It's not gonna turn anything
up or down or sideways

or any direction unless you
let me see what's in the bag.

Marissa, please just trust me.

Please.

Well, well, well...

What do we got here?

- Uh, hey boys.
- We'll take that bag.

- Listen, there's no need to...
- Hey, uh, listen, we can...

We can work something out.

We all know that my
integrity is not high.

That's true. Mine's in the gutter, so...

We need to be sure who is
listening in before we act.

What we need is... is clear-cut,

indisputable, "charges
immediately dropped

'cause the real killer is
found," kind of evidence.

Caught-red-handed kind of evidence.

A confession.

Would you stop with the car...

keys...

I know how to take them down.

Clear-cut and indisputable.

How?

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Yes, yes, yes!

I knew you would call.

I have been counting down the days.

Let's do this! Huh?

All right!

Is...

Pants up. Sit down.

So, we're not gonna...

- No...
- Ugh!

Need your help.

I should have known an
afternoon of fun was gonna

turn into an afternoon
of pain in my ass.

Not the fun kind, just so you know.

Since everybody thinks
that we hate each other,

- mostly because we do...
- I don't hate you.

I very much do. Either way,

no one will suspect
us of working together.

So, my ex-partner reached
out to me today, Marissa Wong.

She was totally frantic. She said
she has something that's going to help

take down some dirty cops.

She wants to meet tonight
at the old toy factory.

She wants to give me what she's got.

Said that I should come alone,

that I shouldn't tell anybody.

OK, we'll be using
a 3-camera set-up

to capture the evidence exchange and,

hopefully, the crooked cops.

If they even show.

- They will show.
- Mm-hmm.

We only have one shot at this, OK?

These squibs are gonna
look super realistic,

so... get prepared.

There's gonna be a lot of blood.

I rewatched Reservoir
Dogs to get inspired.

- OK.
- And to think that my dad worried

my film classes weren't practical.

Should we, uh, run
this scene a few times?

Or should we save it for the day?

How sure are we that Gary is
gonna come through on his end?

Almost in.

- You sure they're in Lem's car?
- Yes.

Well, I understand swapping
out the live ammo for blanks,

how do we know these are the
guns these guys are gonna use?

If they had access to other weapons,

they wouldn't have
kept these. Too risky.

Trust me.

They'll use them.

Well, well, well...

What do we got here?

Uh, hey boys.

- Listen, there's no need to...
- Listen, we can work something out.

We all know my integrity
level is not high.

Yeah, and mine's in the
gutter, so we can def...

Lem, grab the evidence.

Remember, boys, this has to look
like we were following a tip.

A major drug deal
went down here tonight.

Simard responded to a similar lead,

Marissa tagged along.

Dealers were gone when we got here.

Kurt, use Simard's gun,

put a couple strays in
the walls. Call it in.

This cannot go down like
when we set up Dennis.

No loose ends this time.

Oh, sorry to disappoint you, boys.

But we found your bug
at Internal Affairs.

Got Simard here to make a little
confession to lure you here.

- Yeah.
- There's no evidence.

You guys used Dennis' missing keys

to steal his gun from his lockbox.

Then you killed the big-mouth bookie.

And you framed Dennis
before he could connect you

to the gun stolen
from his evidence room.

And unfortunately for you,

your attempted murder and confession

were all just captured on video.

Gary and his friend
Rachel at Internal Affairs

witnessed the whole thing.

There's just two things that
I never could quite figure out.

The red mud on one of your shoes...

I looked it up, and there's
not a place within 100 miles

where you can find it.

Also, how did you guys

get into I.A. to plant
the bug in the first place?

Weren't there supposed
to be four of them?

I mean, you said that
there were four guys

that robbed the poker game.

Hi.

Good news, bad news.

I figured out who
planted the bug at I.A.

and where the red mud came from.

Uh, it actually turned
out to be red pottery clay.

And the bad news is, uh...

Rachel's the forth robber.

My therapist even has me doing pottery.

To my surprise, it's actually helping.

Don't just stand there, idiots.

I'm trying to save you.

- You tried to set us up, Rizzo.
- Cry me a river.

You would have done
the exact same thing.

And stop calling me Rizzo!

Not everyone that
works at I.A. is a rat!

Go! Erase the footage of
your confession, moron.

I'll take care of Gary...

Ah! Ooh!

OK.

Where the hell has that been hiding?

- R... right?
- Yeah, I'm still confused.

Of course you are.

So you swapped out the
ammo from our stolen guns?

It's a good thing you're pretty.

But how did you swap out the bullets
for blanks in our service pistols?

Mine never left my side all day.

Right...

We also did that.

Ooh!

- You know...
- Hey! Hey!

Everybody put their guns down now!

You're under arrest, you crooked cops!

- Stand down!
- Everybody be cool!

Kurt! Ronnie!

Sarah, get down!

Right, right, right!

By the way, dum-dum,

how exactly did Reynolds
and co. know we were here?

Can we not do this now?

You just couldn't keep
your big, dumb mouth shut?

You mean, "Martin,
thanks for saving us."

Ah!

You just couldn't stick with the plan!

Cover the left side.

My big, dumb mouth just
saved your bony little ass!

- Moot point!
- How is that a moot point?

Watch out, Kurt!

- Put your hands up!
- Is everyone OK?

All right, we're clear!

That was... that was a lot of blood.

You boys are going away for a long time.

OK.

- Sorry we're late.
- No problem.

Dennis!

Oh!

I don't know how to thank you.

Thank you.

They're hideous.

Please.

What?

N-nothing. Nothing,
I'm... I'm just happy.

Just happy to be free.

Happy to see you happy, in a good place.

- Ugh!
- Oh, come on. Admit it!

You are much happier
now than when we were,

you know, running around
getting hammered all the time.

Whatever has changed, keep doing it.

Nothing has changed.
Still as miserable as ever.

Mm-hmm.

Well, either way.

You know, I gotta say...

I like this one a lot more
than your last partner.

It's not my partner.

It's my driver.

It's just a legal necessity until
I get my driver's licence back.

Right...

Hey!

So, uh, I was thinking about it,

and, um...

I know we're not actually partners

and I know I'm only here
because you need a driver...

Don't forget nepotism.

Either way, I just want to say

that you should be able to
do your job how you want.

And...

you know, when you get the chance

to get your driver's
licence reinstated, I...

I hope you take it.

Anyway, uh, what are you reading?

Junk mail.

I'm gonna hit the head, and
then, uh, let's take off.

Prospective client waiting for us.

Great, take your time.

Sorry.

"We are writing to inform
you that the suspension

of your driver's licence
has come to an end.

In order to have your
licence reinstated,

please follow the
enclosed instructions."

What are you doing?

Uh...

- That wasn't for you to see!
- Sorry!

You had your chance to get
your driver's licence back

and you didn't take it.

Y-you want me around. You actually...

- You like having me around!
- Oh my God...

You like me! You actually like me!

Sorry, if it makes you feel any better,

I can just pretend that I never saw it!

Can you?

No, probably not...

I'll be in the car.

So, does this mean you think
I'm gonna make a good detective?

Does this mean we're partners now?

It's OK, we'll get there.

We have time!

So, what do you think
our next case is gonna be?

- Don't know.
- Do you think it'll be super high octane?

- Don't know!
- I'm just asking because I'm pretty hungry.

There's an old power
bar under your seat.

Ugh, I knew I should have gone
to the bathroom before we left.

- Sarah!
- Yep, sorry.

Driving, driving!