Pretty Hard Cases (2021) s02e02 Episode Script

1 The gunfire detection software ShotTipper is saving time and money.
Yeah, but ShotTipper registers every loud noise as gunfire.
Keegan? I ain't got nothing to say to you.
You're not loyal to him, you're not loyal to us.
Who are you loyal to, Kelly? - Here we go.
- Oh, my God, Mom! Put your clothes on, you dirty dogs! The curtains aren't even closed.
I know, I'm bad at relationships.
- Len Grierson? - There was that one good one.
- Nathan.
- Hmm.
And where he at? Nathan? I want to end it with Gabrielle.
She's great.
It's never going anywhere as long as you're in the picture.
You dated DS Michaels? I still haven't told Nathan.
Honestly, it's the first time I've felt hopeful about Duff? Duff? Hey.
Are you okay? You couldn't take two minutes to put some pants on? You're okay.
Gabrielle She was right in the middle of telling me something.
I don't think we'd spoken that much in our lives.
Wait, does Nathan know? Someone needs to call Nathan.
He's on his way to the hospital.
Okay, but did you tell him I tried to go with her? Yes.
And I also told him that we needed to get you to the station, do a full interview.
Okay.
But I didn't see anything.
We came into the courtyard, it was empty.
There was no kids, nothing.
I saw the casings from the fireworks, assumed that's what set off the ShotTipper, same as yesterday, same as the day before.
You didn't have your gun drawn? No.
I don't go into neighbourhoods with my gun drawn unless I have to.
It was my third time there in two days.
And afterwards, you saw nothing? I was focused on Sergeant Beauchamp.
As you can see.
Uh, Sam, can you please drive Kelly back to the station so we can take her clothes and get her statement? And I will let you know as soon as Gabrielle is out of surgery.
Okay? Kelly This is not your fault.
I know.
Stealing chips from convenience stores now? No, dummy.
Who do you take me for, Ma Barker? I don't even know who that is.
She's like a ruthless criminal mastermind from the 1930s.
Actually, you know, there's a debate about You're okay.
You're okay.
Morning, Mom.
Did you sleep well? No.
I heard you coming and going.
What's a grown woman doing up at 1:00 a.
m.
? Oh, one of my colleagues got shot last night.
- Dead? - No.
Okay, sorry to disappoint you.
Hmm, that bed is like sleeping on rocks.
I'll adjust, I suppose.
It's only for two months.
Maybe three.
Okay, well, listen, um I've gotta get to work.
There's a ton of food in the fridge.
Oh, don't worry about me.
I can look after myself.
Wait Do you have rubber gloves? I have to give this kitchen a proper scrub.
There is grit around the sink.
Okay, no, there's not, Mom, because I keep my house spotless.
You keep it Samantha-spotless.
I like things Judy-spotless.
What time will you be home? I will be home as soon as I can.
All right.
When you get home, I want to talk to you about this Naz character.
- Well, I'd rather not.
- Oh I don't want to see you get hurt, he's too young.
He's never gonna stick around during menopause.
Oh, geez, well, I I'm like, years away from menopause, so Oh You think you are, but you're not.
You should've stuck with Steve.
He's tall and just the right amount of handsome.
You don't think that Naz is too handsome? Is there such a thing? I mean, for you.
It's fine.
I don't mean to put doubts in your mind.
- You go, you go.
It's okay.
- Okay.
But if you're gonna keep a younger man, know this, it's a bad idea to go around with your hair looking like that.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Okay, have a great day.
You too, sweetie.
Uh hey, could you give these to Officer Gabrielle Beauchamp in room 311? Hey! Hey! How is she? She's, uh, stable.
I mean, she's not awake yet, but, uh Looks like she's gonna be okay.
Good.
That's really good.
Um, I just wanted to drop these off.
Thanks.
Hey, hey - What I was saying before - I'm glad she has you.
She's gonna need you.
- You - Yeah, I gotta go.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.
I need you to fill out this IOD for Sergeant Beauchamp.
Injured on Duty report? And I want you to go see the therapist.
I don't need to see that doc again, boss.
I'm good.
You are no good to me if you're all in your head about this.
I'm fine.
Can't you see? Don't I look good? I mean, I'm just gonna throw myself back in my work, - like I always do.
- No.
You know that you can't investigate this shooting, right? I know.
I know.
Kelly, your colleague was shot right next to you last night.
And you're going to have some feelings about that.
So go see the shrink, or don't, but just don't hide from those feelings.
Who said anything about hiding? Work, fine.
Talk it out, good.
Scream and yell, that's okay too.
Just do it in your car.
I never pegged you for a car-screamer.
Every lunch hour.
Where'd you think I was going? The spa? It's pointless.
Hey, partner.
Have I got something for you.
Look, I got this map of Marshall Court.
All these tabs, where the security cameras are Ah, uh No.
We're not allowed to investigate, remember? Wish I could, but I was a witness.
True.
But you know what, we are Guns and Gangs, so we're allowed to investigate guns.
- Also true.
- Mm-hmm.
All right.
So what do you got? Did the gun turn up? No.
But in order to find the gun, we gotta look into the shooting, right? So, I asked Naz to get the ballistics on the bullet, and I looked at the security footage from the courtyard.
And judging from the angle where the bullet shot Gabrielle, we have a pretty good idea of where the shooter was standing.
And it's the only place on that block that isn't visible by the security camera.
So it's making me think the shooter knew exactly where those cameras were.
- Yeah, I gotta talk to Keegan.
- What? Why? Because him and Crystal were giving me grief about the ShotTipper the other day.
Said I was begging for trouble.
You don't actually think that Keegan shot Gabrielle.
All right It wasn't Keegan, all right? But if someone in Marshall Court has a hate-on for cops, he'll know about it.
Do you think it was targeted? Well I feel like we were lured there.
And that someone set off fireworks, got all the kids to clear out, and waited for us to show up.
Is that crazy? No.
Not really.
Hey, I got the forensics report on the casing retrieved from the scene.
There's no prints on it.
Ballistics came in on the bullet that hit Gabrielle.
It's a 9 mm.
So we're probably looking for a semi-automatic.
Girl, what is wrong with you? What are you doing? Oh, nothing.
I just Look, it's a ponytail headache.
- Ponytail headache? - Yeah, it's like when your hair is too tight.
And it's fine now.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Well, uh, keep me posted.
I mean, not about the hair.
You can keep me posted about the hair thing too, if you want to, um but I meant about the well, the gun.
- So - Yeah.
Okay, uh - Uh Bye, Sam.
- Bye.
This is great.
So, what's up between you two? Did you guys finally do the You did, didn't you?! You finally dusted off that beaver tail, huh? Let me see it.
Let me see it.
It's nothing.
It's well dusted, okay? - It's a well-oiled pelt.
- Girl, please.
That thing is dry as hell.
How many cobwebs you got? - None.
No cobwebs.
- Let me count.
One Stop counting my vagina! Don't count my vagina, please.
I'm just saying.
You probably got a volleyball shoved up in there with a face painted on it.
And like Tom Hanks, you're just so happy to have a human interaction again.
Okay, first of all, my vagina is not a desert island, and also nothing happened.
- Why not? - Because! My mother walked in.
Don't Don't! I'm sorry, I thought you just said your mother walked in, like you were in high school or something.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, did you see him? So awkward.
God, he's probably like, turned off of me for like ever.
Okay, so - Back it up for a second.
- Yeah? Why was your mother there in the first place? Surprise bunionectomy! It's really great.
I'm super excited to have a roommate for the next eight weeks.
- Eight weeks? - Eight weeks.
Oh, your thing is definitely gonna dry up now.
Keegan's not answering.
Hey! Richie, what's up? You've been staying out of trouble, right? Yeah.
You? Ah, I wish.
But as you know, a friend of ours got shot last night.
So if any of y'all saw anything or heard anything, - we could really use your help.
- Okay, guys, move it along! Richie, Dane, let's go.
Now! Come on! Hey, Crystal, come on I was talking to them.
Well, they're not talking to you.
Okay, then.
Has anyone asked you about your whereabouts last night? So now you think I shot that cop? No, I'm just asking.
I've been trying to reach Keegan.
Were you with him? I was.
And my sister and her husband, out to dinner.
With many witnesses who could verify.
Is there anything else you wanna try to pin on us? You drank Keegan's Kool-Aid, I get it.
But if you really want to know the facts, just gimme a call, okay? In the meantime, can you tell the kids who live around here to be a little bit more cooperative? Why would I do that? Because I don't think last night's shooting was random.
I think we were targeted.
And these kids, Crystal, might have seen something.
Okay, well, you know what? I don't have to drink anyone's Kool-Aid to know that cooperating with the cops leads to trouble.
Oh, and Keegan? Doesn't want to talk to you.
Stop calling.
Hey, you okay? Hey, uh Give me a minute.
Hey.
If I tell you something, can you keep me out of it? And Crystal too.
She don't got nothing to do with this.
Yeah, of course.
Hey I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay? What is it? I think I know where the gun is.
The one that shot your friend.
Okay.
Are you sure that he said it was this dumpster? Yes.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay! I swear to God, I swear to God if this is a prank Ah! Fart! - Got it! - What?! Got it.
Oh, my God.
That's a ghost gun.
Duff.
- It's 3-D printed.
- I know.
No serial, untraceable.
Perfect thing to use if you wanna kill a cop and get away with it.
Looks like a toy, but as you know, fires like a gun and inflicts damage like a real gun.
We discussed this.
You're not supposed to be looking into this shooting.
She's not.
I am.
It's just me.
I found the gun, all alone, knee-deep in garbage.
Can you smell me? Can you smell this? That is bad.
That's like, egg salad.
Oh my gosh, that's a diaper.
Get your hand outta my face.
How'd you know the gun was in the trash? My source disposed of it after finding it in the alley.
- Why? - So it wouldn't be used again.
What a Good Samaritan! Who's your source? She would rather not say.
Isn't that right, Wazowski? That's exactly right, but what I can tell you is that forensics found two sets of prints.
The one on the outside of the gun belongs to the source, on the inside, to an unknown person.
- No AFIS matches? - No.
Nothing in the system.
But we think they belong to the manufacturer, which is why I'm gonna find who the manufacturer is, and find out who they sold the gun to.
And voilà.
We have Gabrielle's shooter.
Yeah.
And by "we" she means me.
Two peas in a pod.
Or you could just pull in your source and ask them.
Pull in anyone who was in the area for questioning.
And fingerprint an entire neighbourhood until we find a match? No! Shanks, guys, we're already treating this community like they're a bunch of criminals.
If we start accusing them, it's only going to make our relationship with them worse.
This is a cop shooting.
We have a job to do.
We can't be afraid to step on toes.
I agree with Kelly.
We shouldn't cast a net.
We should be more targeted.
Give Wazowski, and only Wazowski, a beat to find the gunmaker.
She's right.
We find them, we find the shooter.
I'm sorry, you hired me to get this department in shape and you're trusting this to someone who smells like sweaty cold cuts.
Brad.
Here's a beat.
But in 24 hours, I'm doing this my way.
Okay? That does smell like salami.
It does, it's really bad.
You need to change.
Okay, great.
And you're sure that's what he ordered? Right.
Okay, thank you.
Thank you very much.
I got something.
I got something.
Okay, okay, do you remember how the forensics report said that the gun barrel and the butt were made of the same heat-resistant ABS plastic? - Like Legos.
- Yeah.
Well, it turns out that the trigger assembly is made with something else: A biocompatible polyurethane resin.
In specific, a proprietary brand called Actinate by Sendyne Polymers.
- So? - Okay, okay.
So, Actinate is used to make dental aligners.
And it turns out that Sendyne only sells that specific polymer to three orthodontists in the city, and one of them, Dr.
John Bockner, at Blueline Orthodontics, was buying an excess amount, considering the number of clients he has.
I wonder what he's using all that plastic for.
- Yeah.
- All right.
Looks like one of us is gonna have to go in for a consult.
Yeah, I wonder who.
Not it.
Yeah, that's you.
I said I wasn't it.
I did.
I said, "Not it!" How does that make me it? Oh, God.
Oh, I hate the orthodontist.
Didn't you already have braces? This should be a cinch.
Oh Hey.
What's up? - Can I ask you something? - Shoot.
Do you think Naz is like, too hot for me? Like, he's too cool? "Cool" is not how I would describe Naz.
How would you describe - Samantha? - Yeah, that's me.
So, what do you think? Well, you had braces as a kid.
And your retainer didn't work.
So we'd just be correcting some drifts.
Some rotation, angulation.
You wanna see how you'd look? I could take a few pictures and show you.
Oh, uh - Yeah, sure.
- I'll just grab the camera.
Oh, wow, okay.
This thing is obtrusive.
Uh, ask about his colleagues.
Oh, you orthodontists must be really busy, just like, running a practice, and then all the administrative stuff My daughter handles the administrative stuff.
Oh, yeah.
What does she do? Schedules appointments, orders supplies, that sort of thing.
Oh, supplies, like, for the printer? I saw them out there.
I thought all aligners were factory-made? - But you make yours in-house? - We do now.
Actually, my daughter, Vicky, set up the 3-D printer for us.
It's so much faster.
Oh, wow, that's fantastic.
All that tech stuff is really just such a mystery to me.
How does she know so much about it? She went to Engineering school - Oh.
- for a while.
Oh, right.
What Not anymore? Oh You know, I'm I'm so sorry.
- I don't mean to pry.
- It's okay.
Uh, she had to leave.
Ran into some problems.
I'm trying to get her interested in dentistry.
Find out more about Miss Vicky.
I think I see her coming in right now.
God, I know all about problems.
I have a teenage son.
He can be a handful.
Girls are so much easier.
I mean, not to diminish, like, what's happening with you and your daughter.
Anyway, enough about me.
This is the new you in 20 weeks.
Oh, wow.
I could even accelerate the transformation if you use this device to help with circulation.
You just stick it in your mouth twice a day while you're watching TV.
Right, okay.
Uh, that's that's fine.
Let me know what you decide.
You can book your impressions with Vicky.
Okay, thanks.
Hi, um, could I have a toothbrush? One of those? Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
Got you, Vicky, you devious little turd.
I can't believe your dad gives you a second chance and you make guns? Well, at least we know she didn't pull the trigger.
Unless she can eat ribs across town and shoot cops at the same time.
All right, then, why don't we pick her up - and find out who did? - No, let's wait.
- Why? - One fingerprint isn't gonna prove that she's manufacturing these things.
- Mmm.
- Between her alibi and a good lawyer, she's gonna be out in an hour, and we're never gonna find out who the shooter is.
All right, so we get a tracking warrant for her phone.
Get solid proof that she's been manufacturing and selling.
Yes! And then, we pull out our patented Skelly one-two punch And then, we're gonna get her to roll over on whoever bought it.
- Yes! - Excuse me.
Skelly? Skelly.
Well, we could say "Kam".
But I really don't feel it has a zing.
Yeah, I'll be there in five.
Okay, I've got her location tracking up.
So far, she's been to a gym, a nail salon, and a tanning salon.
It's like Jersey Shore over here.
Marc, hey.
Hey.
I need 10 of your best.
Can you make that happen? Fine, I can do 10, but it's gonna be 2K each.
- She's making a deal.
- 2OK?! Nah.
- How about 10? - Shark - Who the hell is Shark? - Price is 20.
- Can you get the number? - Uh, no.
- It must be a sat phone.
- Wait, she said Meet me at your Wednesday spot.
10 a.
m.
Marc, right? Marc "The Shark" Tremblay.
One of the Sons of Jupiter.
So, Vicky's selling guns to bikers now.
I know that guy.
One of his biker boys got popped on Cherry Beach, - Marc was the prime suspect.
- Oh, no.
Oh, God.
Guess which homicide detectives investigated him? So to what do we owe this very impromptu, disruptive visit? It's about Gabrielle's shooter.
Sergeant Gabrielle Beauchamp? She works in 44? She was shot.
- Dead? - Nope, not dead.
- Then it's not our problem.
- Geez, come Okay.
Um Okay, what do you know about Marc "The Shark" Tremblay? He's a dangerous guy.
Not to mention, a beast.
Like, physically.
Are you sure that we're talking about the same guy, 'cause He was puny when we first looked at him, but then, as our investigation progressed, so did his mass.
He gained 10 pounds of lean muscle every month.
It was incredible.
Yeah, now even his hands have muscles.
- All hands have muscles.
- Not Chase's.
Look.
See? No muscle.
That is actually That's a bit Okay, can we get back to Marc, please? Yes, uh, we just need to know what he does on a Wednesday morning.
If I'm reading you right, he is a he's a gym rat.
Probably hangs out there a lot? Maybe he goes there on Wednesdays? I don't think we know, do we? No, we definitely don't know anything about his schedule.
Or his work.
Or his favourite food.
Hint, it's boiled chicken.
I tried his diet.
It was crazy.
- He got protein poisoning.
- That's not a thing.
It's a thing, he was very sick.
You tried his workouts? I bet he didn't.
Couldn't hack it.
Chase definitely tried his workouts.
Uh, yeah.
I even spent $500 on four personal training sessions at Marc's gym.
Wow.
That was overpriced.
Someone ripped you off.
- It's standard.
- Nope! My gym charges 60 bucks a session.
Well, you obviously don't workout at Cyrus Gym.
- Oh! - Oh! Wazowski! What do you know?! Looks like we're going to Cyrus Gym tomorrow! I would like to thank you both very much for your cooperation.
It was lovely chatting with you.
Hey.
Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.
Sorry I'm late, 'cause my mom, you won't believe it - What are you wearing? - Workout clothes.
My God, you look like a popsicle.
- I do? - Yes.
Stay back, stay back.
Stay back.
I don't want to be seen with you.
Like a grape one? You go that way, I'mma go this way.
- I hope it's strawberry.
- Ugh.
I don't see him, do you? No.
He's not here.
You think I can do more squats than her? Check this out.
Hey, do you mind if I ? No, go ahead.
Yeah, only 'cause your outfit scared her away from the equipment.
Seriously, I can't believe you spent money on that thing.
Yes, I did.
I paid a lot of money, like two two hundred dollars.
How's my form? Duff.
Is that him? I don't know.
Let me get a closer look.
All right, I'm confirming that it's him.
Well, it is 10 a.
m.
, so one of them's gotta be him.
But if you see Vicky, do not let her see you.
I won't.
Hey, Marc, looking good.
Yup, that's him.
All right, I'm going in.
Hey, do you mind if I work in with you while you rest? Sure, if I can spot you.
Be my guest.
I'm Kelly, by the way.
Marc.
Friends call me Shark.
Oh, wow, you're really strong.
I've never seen you around the gym before.
Ah, I'm looking for a new gym.
Well, if you need a trainer, I got the best one in the city.
Nah! No way! Kelly Marie? Come here, girl! Give me a hug! Hey I'm undercover, all right? Do not blow this.
Ditto, and he's my mark.
- God, you look good! - Wow.
I'm guessing you two know each other? Yeah, he used to train me.
Took a lot of years to undo his bad habits, but maybe he's changed.
Ask this guy.
All good habits now.
I gotta go and handle something.
Hey.
Uh, Shark.
We gotta leave, now.
Something doesn't feel right.
Duff, who's that guy? It's my ex-boyfriend, Len.
Len? Like, Beretta Len, Len? - What's he doing with Marc? - I don't know.
But if he's working an undercover case, he shouldn't.
Last time he went UC, it was disastrous.
God, that guy's easy to spook.
- Makes my job easier.
- Excuse me? What are you doing here? What does it look like I'm doing? I told Marc I had to change, so we got two minutes to talk about why you're trying to bust up my op.
- Your op? - Hey, wow.
No thanks! Okay, that's gonna happen! Listen, I draw the line at the shoes, the shoes stay on.
No bare feet in the car.
You ever try taking shorts off over kicks? Doesn't work.
I'm Len, by the way.
Detective Samantha Wazowski, Guns and Gangs.
Please exit the vehicle.
Nice to meet you.
Do you always talk like you're at a stop and frisk? Why are you looking into Marc Tremblay? 'Cause he's at the centre of my case.
Big one.
My turn.
Why you blocking my number? You know why.
Tell me about your investigation.
All I can say is I'm working with RCMP.
Project Voltage.
Been embedded for two months.
The rest is classified.
You're investigating Sons of Jupiter? - Are you? - We want Vicky.
A gun she made nearly killed a cop.
I heard about that.
You were there, right? You okay? - You haven't slept.
- I'm fine.
I just need to find Vicky, and find out who she sold to.
Okay, okay, okay.
How about I step in for Marc, meet Vicky, finish the deal.
You make your arrest, and I keep Marc in the clear.
And why would we trust you with this? Do you have another option? Look, Marc's spooked.
Do this with me, or don't do it at all.
So, get the cash, call me, and we'll get this done today.
Okay? But you're gonna have to unblock me if you want me to call you back.
Duff We can't.
- I know.
- We can't.
There's no way I'm working with him.
I mean, who does he think he is anyway? "Unblock me.
" We may have lost Marc, but Vicky will sell again.
We'll just keep monitoring her phone, and Duff, that's gonna take a while.
I Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell? Hey! Hey! - What are you doing? - Sorry, Duff.
DS orders.
You're a liar! You said you wouldn't tell! I didn't do anything! I know.
Wait! I'mma handle this, Richie! I promise! What is this? You said that we had time.
Well, your time is up.
So, I'm gonna question your source.
How did you even find out about him? You're not the only person in this office who has access to Marshall Court security footage, and I saw you talking to him yesterday before you and Wazowski went head first into a dumpster.
Oh, so now you're spying on us? Okay.
Can you not make me the bad guy here? You're holding back an important piece of the puzzle.
I had to get it myself.
Thankfully, I didn't have to roll around in garbage to do so.
Oh, God forbid, you know, 'cause you wouldn't want to ruin your outfit.
What makes you even think Richie did this? His fingerprints are all over the gun.
You can't be so naïve to assume he had nothing to do with it.
Naïve? We're actually doing the work.
We're on the brink of finding out who bought the gun.
I only care about the shooter.
And now I have him.
And now, maybe Sergeant Beauchamp can get some justice.
Remember her? Listen, this kid didn't do it.
Good.
Prove it.
Remember what I said about not using Len? - No take-backs.
- Yes! Take-backs.
It's the only way to catch Vicky before this ass-hat ruins Richie's life.
We got your prints I just wrote a very short description of what we're going to ask for in there.
It's a quick read.
Listen, just take my lead, all right? She listens to me better than you.
All right? Let's go.
I will keep you posted.
Okay, thank you, bye.
The superintendent is having a conniption over this shooting.
Please tell me you have some answers.
We might, but it'll take a little investment from our part.
Mm-hmm? Twenty thousand dollars from the flash fund.
Twenty thousand dollars?! For what? Uh, that's how much Vicky Bockner needs for 10 of her ghost guns.
And you can't push for a smaller buy? No.
We have to match the deal with the original buyer.
It'll look weird if we reduce the order.
But look, she's ready to move on this today with an associate of ours.
Associate? Len Grierson.
Len, Len? Are you sure about this? Well, he knows Vicky through Marc, who he's investigating.
Something about a Project Voltage.
It's an RCMP thing.
- Okay - We already checked into it, and I I just took the liberty of filling out the, um the flash fund form.
Yeah, and I took the liberty of providing a pen.
- Like she's ready to go.
- Wait! But she's waiting now.
Time is running out.
Thank you.
- Okay.
- Target's here.
Here you go.
- Testing.
- All right, I got you.
I know you do.
Meet me in the alley after the buy.
So, Marc couldn't be here.
Don't care.
So you got the cash? Hand it over.
Not until I see you assemble one of these guns.
Why? Marc has the instructions.
What is he doing? Well, I want to make sure that everything's there, you're not ripping us off.
Put it together, load it, or I walk.
Should we go over? I can't see a thing.
Len! Len, you gotta move over.
Will you stop bugging him? He'll move, all right? Just let him do his thing.
What are you looking at? That's what I'd like to know.
You can never be too careful.
Yeah, whatever you say.
Here.
Give me the money.
I'll give you 10 grand.
No more.
That wasn't the deal.
Well, that was the deal you had with Marc this morning.
- Now he wants you to reconsider.
- Whoa.
Hey, man.
- Take it easy! - Take it or leave it.
Fine Len, what are you doing? You had your chance.
- No! Hey! - What the hell is he doing?! Don't do this to me again! No, stop! Len, stop! - No! - I got her! Get the buyer! Len! Stop! Argh! So, you don't have the guns you think my client manufactured.
You don't have the money you said she received for these guns.
It's only a matter of time before we apprehend the buyer, who has both.
And your client here will be arrested for manufacturing - 10 prohibited firearms.
- It's eleven, actually.
Another gun you made shot a cop in Marshall Court.
You fingerprints are on it.
Listen, Vicky.
We know you tried to sell to Marc, and to his associate.
But I'm not interested in those guns.
We can work out a deal if you tell us who you sold this gun to.
- I didn't - Tell us, Vicky! Or you'll be charged as an accessory in the attempted murder of a cop.
I didn't sell a gun to anyone in Marshall Court.
I only ever sold to Marc.
I swear.
If a gun got into Marshall Court, it was through Marc Tremblay.
He must have brokered the deal.
Len, where are you? I need you to call me back right now! Kelly.
Len's gone.
He played us.
No, he didn't.
He's an ass, and he plays by his own rules, but he's a good cop.
Are you sure about that? I decided to look a little further into this Project Voltage that your boy Len is involved with.
And guess what? It is an RCMP investigation into stolen copper wire with a connection to the Russian Mafia that was wrapped up five years ago! How did you find that out? That project was classified.
What can I say, I have friends in high places.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same thing for Len, because it turns out he's not even on the force right now! Yeah, because he's working for the RCMP! No, because he's registered at a rehab in Burlington.
You two had better find that money, or you will never work undercover again.
It's okay, we're on it.
We swabbed Richie's hoodie for GSR.
- It came back positive.
- It's a misunderstanding.
Listen, those kids over there, they play this stupid game with fireworks.
He's probably covered in residue, it can look exactly the same as gunshot particles.
He doesn't have an alibi, and he knew exactly where the weapon was hidden.
Then why would he tell us about it? Huh? His prints were all over that gun, he's not that stupid! Lots of people are that stupid.
You're a cop.
You should know that by now.
Or maybe he's not stupid at all, and he just grew a conscience.
I hear that happens.
Duff? Hey, Duff, you want to talk about this? No, I don't want to talk.
Goodnight, Sam.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Um You've been avoiding me today.
Oh, no.
Oh gosh, no.
I thought that you were avoiding me.
Come here.
It's quiet in here.
Yeah, yeah.
It's kinda nice, right? - Yeah.
- Uh, no, I'm not avoiding you.
Good.
I was just giving you some space, I thought that maybe you My mother says that, um you're too young for me.
Really? Yeah.
Like, you're too young, too handsome, basically, kind of too everything.
Do you always listen to your mother? - Yes, I do.
- Well, you shouldn't, 'cause she's wrong.
Also, you look great today.
Really? Thanks.
I didn't do anything different.
Oh, I did.
Um, I went to the gym, I did a bit of a work like, workout.
- Okay.
- Doing some squats, like intense, really low You c-could call call me the Queen Squat, if you Maybe not.
- How low, Queen Squat? - Pretty Need a minute? - No, no, we were just, uh - Saying goodnight.
Yeah.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Cool.
Excuse me, Gabrielle? You awake? Right, um Okay, um I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to get something off my chest.
I don't know why you were being so open with me the other night, you know, sharing those secrets.
A-and I know I didn't take the ShotTipper call seriously, and I know you were following my lead, and Listen, now I'm worried that all of this is my fault.
God That should be me laying there.
Okay So, you told me a secret, about DS Michaels.
All right, so, how about I give you one back? Right? Okay? My sisters are having babies.
And I'm not a jealous person.
My God, I'm just so not a jealous person, but I am burning.
I am green.
Babies, my gosh.
I would love to have some babies of my own.
And I want them so bad.
I can't swallow right now.
I'm worried, that What if it doesn't happen for me? What if I waited too long? What am I waiting for, right? I don't know! I'm waiting to get my life together! I don't know why that happens for some people and it doesn't happen for others.
And I'm not just talking about babies, right? I'm talking about life, like the life stuff.
You know, staying on top of your bills, knowing when to change dead batteries, having healthy relationships, which Mm-mm.
I don't even think I deserve Nathan.
I think you deserve him more than me, and I don't even know anything about you.
But I promise, if you pull through this, and I need you to pull through this, Gabrielle I think I would like to take you out to dinner, and I don't know, we can talk about all that life stuff.
And maybe if we become friends, then I'll forget about him.
Okay? So, dinner on me, all right? Excuse me Did you follow me? No, I was just on my way home, and then I was thinking about my mother, and then I was thinking about running away, - and I just found myself here.
- Liar.
You came looking for me, but I don't wanna talk.
Well, to me, because you were just chopping it up with Gabrielle two seconds ago.
Yeah, yeah, until you rudely interrupted.
I don't know, Wazowski.
I got a bad feeling about this one.
And I don't know if it's because I'm tired, or hungry.
Wanna grab a bite to eat? - Cafeteria's right there.
- Oh.
You eat hospital food? The rice pudding is very nice.
I developed a taste for it when I had my appendix out.
Oh, my God.
That's disgusting.
No, we're gonna get some drive-through, so then I can eat and yell in my car.
Oh, that's a very good idea.