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!
You owe me a half a million dollars.
Don't say it.
You look funny.
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?
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, all right?
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.
What?
The boys and I have been talking.
I love where this is headed.
Why're we rushing this thing?
Ugh!
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.
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Grey. Grey.
Grey, are you here?
Well, he probably overslept. Let me call him.
Oh, look, I have a voicemail from him.
You never check your messages.
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.
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.
In case I neglected to mention,
it's good to see you.
I mean, you could have called first.
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.
So far, so good with us.
You?
Yeah. I'm here.
Grey gives you any trouble, just let me know.
All right.
Sharkey, can you put that wherever you're supposed to?
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.
I think he knows.
We would have heard something
if Kane was suspicious.
I'm scared.
Darius, shake that off, man.
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?
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.
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.
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?
We need a new chef.
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.
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?
That's two things, but you get my meaning.
What's up, Dex?
Oh, Took.
Oh. Bless you.
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
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.
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?
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.
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.
All right, man.
All right. 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?
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?
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...
Okay. Come on.
Buddy, you got to take over, okay?
It's not working. It's not coming out.
It's...
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.
I-Is that wrong or...
No, no, no, no, no.
I like a Midori sour as much as the next sailor.
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?"
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
From where I'm sitting right now,
that chalupa is smelling pretty damn good.
Yeah. Wrong answer.
It was honest.
I have everything I need.
And we'll have an answer soon.
So, thank you for your time.
Thank you for coming down.
Oh, my God.
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.
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...
Damn it.
Aloha.
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.
Adobo.
- Vinegar. - 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.
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.
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.
I got you.
Hey, listen.
I want my cut before we leave this place.
That was the deal.
And I'm a man of my word.
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.
Hey, buddy, what do you think?
Five letters... young oak.
"Acorn."
"Acorn"?
Nice.
Hi.
Hey.
How's it going?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
All right.
I appreciate it.
- Hey. - 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.
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?
Come on.
Adorable.
I tried my brother's.
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.
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.
312 Customs.
You got to be kidding me.
Ex-con named Petey runs it.
He's got a really long rap sheet.
What's that?
I could use some quiet time.
If I'm risking my neck, I want to know what's going on.
All right, 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.
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?
Come on. Let's go.
No. You okay?
Hey, Tookie, where's Ansel?
- Cilantro run. He'll be back in five. - All right.
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.
I'm gonna go check out 312.
I'll take a look around Grey's loft.
All right. If you find anything, just...
Yes, I will call you.
I promise.
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.
This one's great.
All right.
Oh, real quick.
Say, "Hi, Grey."
Hi, Grey.
Perfect.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Hey, kid, that's...
the ladies'.
Oh.
This is the ladies' room, young man.
The men's is right next door.
Oops.
Hello?
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.
Hoffman.
Yeah, Hoffman, Pearl's Diner. Make it quick, okay?
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.
- Hi, Dex. - Hey, buddy.
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, all right?
- Okay. - Okay.
- I love you. - I love you, too, buddy.
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.
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.
All right.
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.
Keep walking.
Ha!
Aaah!
Aah!
Hey, don't freak out.
- Uh... - Okay?
Take this, okay? Keep everybody out of here.
For how long?
Give me five minutes.
Eight, tops.
Okay.
Get ready.
What's happening?
The safe's about to explode.
Oh, man. Hold on.
Okay.
All right, here we go.
Three, two...
That's it?
That's it.
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?
I-I'll call it in.
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.
Come on, man.
Put it down, Kane.
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.
Could be staging out of this warehouse over here.
That's his M.O. He's a tunneler.
Pulled four jobs that way.
- All right, let's check it out. - Hold on a second.
Detective Miles Hoffman
Requesting Code-3 cover at Portland Museum.
Dex, where you going? Stop... Shots fired! Shots fired!
Portland police!
Aah!
He shot me!
You're okay! You're okay! Relax!
Move. Move.
- Hey, what are you... - Stay back! Stay back!
Ow! Ahh! I'm... I'm sorry.
Dex, I'm sorry. I screwed up.
Medic! He's heavy.
Medic!
- Dex... - All right, put your hand underneath.
See if the bullet went all the way through.
- 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.
Get down!
♪ 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.
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!
Go ahead.
You're not gonna do this.
Look, you know, maybe we do this tomorrow, man, you know?
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.
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.
Detective Hoffman? You got a second?
...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.
He says mazel tov, regardless.
Thank you so much.
I appreciate that.
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.
What about McConnell?
Um, what... what about him?
What are we gonna charge him with?
Um... nothing.
Uh, he was, um...
He... He was...
He was my informant.
And he was, um, integral to
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.
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.
"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!
You put Ansel in danger.
God, how could you...
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, all right?
If there's anything else you want to say,
anything else you want to tell me,
you better tell me right now.
I'm sorry.
Dex, someone's here to see you.
Yeah, buddy.
Come on.
Janet.
Hey.
Miss Parios.
Congratulations.
You're officially a licensed private investigator
in the state of Oregon.
For whatever that's worth.
Wow. Thanks. That, uh...
This means a lot.
You'd make more tending bar.
Just an FYI.
Thank you.
I'm proud of you, sis.
- Look at that, huh? - Yeah. It's all for you.
Come here.
Congrats, Dex.
You've come a long way.
Make a wish.
Okay.