- I saw the surveillance footage.
The de angelis case...
(man): Okay, okay, not moving. Not fighting.
(kelly): The 10 seconds before I came in...
(keegan): He was guilty and he's in jail
because of us. - But you beat up a kid!
And then, you lied about it and you put me in a position
where I can't protect you.
- Okay, just because there's a job opening up,
it doesn't mean that you need to get into your head
that you don't deserve the promotion.
- You actually think you have a chance.
It's still a man's world, sammy.
- You belong on a street team.
- Hey, if I'm old enough to spend the night in jail,
I can make my own decisions about where I want to live
and who I want to date, right?
- He'll be back. This'll blow over.
- Your boy isn't gonna become trouble,
is he? - No. He won't.
- You brought a cop's kid here? Now, I'm gonna need
some assurances.
Now, your fingerprints are all over that thing,
and that burner is so dirty
you're gonna be attached
to everything that it's done. (laughs)
- what is wrong with you two?
(layna): We're on molly. You want some?
(randy): We need to go into business with this guy.
- Buffalo just fronted us 10 keys.
I want to move more, I want to play it safer.
We need a better distribution plan too.
(randy): Yeah. I know a guy.
His car wash could use a cash injection.
- Okay, you trust him?
- I don't trust anybody.
(kelly sighing)
- ah! You slept out here rather than come to bed.
What's that about? (sighing): I didn't sleep.
- You still stewing about keegan?
- I don't know why I didn't see it.
- You did see it.
You just learned to ignore it.
Yeah, we normalize things so we don't...
Spend all our time in a rage.
- I keep going through it all in my head.
Every case we worked together.
What did I miss? What did I... Ignore?
What did I let happen? - Oh, come on now,
none of this is your fault.
- You can't know that.
- But what I do know is you did the right thing last week.
Not everybody would've done that.
I gotta go, I got a meeting.
- Alright. Sorry I wasn't the greatest company.
I'll make it up to you Friday.
- I... Actually can't do Friday.
- Why not?
- I have plans.
- What sort of plans do you have?
You got a software convention or something?
A board game night?
- I have a "none of your business" sort of plans.
- Okay, so that's how we're doing it?
- That's how you doin' it.
You're the one who insists we are not a thing,
we are not exclusive.
(scoffing): I gave you a key.
- A key is not a commitment.
(sighing): So... You have a date?
On our Friday? - Listen...
If you ready to be real with me,
I will cancel those plans right now
and it will be our Friday.
But if you want status quo, my fridays are mine.
(sam): I am possibly the hardest working person
in this building.
I have an excellent track record.
I am organized, some people actually call me meticulous.
I'm sure you're aware that I led the team
that took down the saints,
and I am almost there with the stockwood crew.
We actually just took down stef bowen.
- And what about his brother, randy?
- Randy bowen, well, I would like you to know that
we have a lot just of...
Very huge amount of evidence against him.
Plethora... Of evidence.
We have a warrant out for his arrest.
- But you don't have him.
- That's correct. We don't have him yet, sir,
but we will have him so very, very, very soon.
And we will probably have him by the time
that you make the decision about the job.
Which is when, by the way?
- Friday.
- If you could get him by Friday,
probably deserve the job. (shanks and sam chuckle)
- you're right, I would.
Guess who's bringing him in by Friday?
This lady. You want to know why?
'cause I love bags and putting men in them.
I'm gonna have randy in a bag by Friday.
I'm gonna hand him right to you. And you'll be like,
"thank you for that bag." and I'll be like, "no problem."
love it. Thank you.
(uptempo music)
thank you.
(cell phone ringing)
- hi, bill.
(bill): I'm sitting here,
staring out at the falls,
I gotta say, it is still something else.
Next time you cross over, you come see my pad.
It's got a great view.
- I bet it does, bill.
- That said, the one thing canada's got over the us,
you got a view of the american side of the falls.
Now, I might be the minority,
but I think it's much more spectacular.
(splashing) business coming along?
Must be if you've got time for a bath.
- Yeah. It's terrific.
Shop's up and running, everything's going great.
- Ah! Then I assume I'll be seeing repayment any day then?
- We should be able to pay you, in full, 200,000, next week.
Bill?
I-I mean, next week the latest.
Could be as early as Friday. - Friday's great.
No, Friday is great.
- Okay.
Friday it is.
(sighing)
(music continues)
- mm! Wazowski! - Hi.
- How that ds talent show go? - Don't. Please, don't.
- What? - Shh.
- Why you whispering? - Because it's...
(muttering): ...Private!
It went really well.
Super. Excellent. Two thumbs up.
I just have to prove myself by Friday,
so I need to... Or we need to get randy bowen.
- That's a pretty tall order.
There's been no sign of him for weeks,
how the hell we gon' find him in two days?
- 'cause nothing motivates me like a deadline.
- Not me. Deadlines are like ultimatums.
And I hate ultimatums.
Alright, naz, what'd you find us?
- Okay!
(beep!)
- alright. Looks like some auntie's banged-up hooptie.
- Sure, if your auntie's a coke dealer.
(sam gasps): Wow!
Check it out... (kelly): Oh, yeah!
I've seen those before.
Audio guys put those in with the speakers.
Take your custom-built key fob
- boop boop - pops right open. (naz): Yeah.
Uniforms found the vehicle on the side of the road last week.
Impound guys found the soft this morning
when they were taking out the stereo for resale.
- Who owns the vehicle?
(naz): That, detective, is why you're here.
Ah. It's registered to gertrude bruce.
She died last year. She was 85. No next of kin.
- I thought you said that you found it last week.
- We did. Here's the thing:
She just so happened to live on the same street
as your boy randy bowen.
- Yowza! Really?! Are you...?
Okay, you see, you want it, you will it.
It's from the secret, you should read it.
Was there any prints? - Wiped clean,
but we are trying. Now, we can trace the serial number
of the stereo to find out at least where it was installed.
We found this, under the seat.
I think it's antibiotics.
- Can't lie, bacterial infection says "bowen" to me.
(chuckling) (naz): Label's faded,
must've gone through the wash.
But forensics is trying to crack it now.
One last thing...
You're gonna love this.
One black bandana.
- Oh... Yes, please. (kelly inhales)
who's disgusting little hairs are these?
Huh? - Ew.
- Yeah. Randy bowen.
One more point there. - Yeah?
- What was that about a tall order?
- Fine. Don't get too cocky, waze.
A lot can happen between today and Friday.
(sam): Okay.
We have surveillance footage on randy's home,
randy's place of business...
- Every hooters in a five-mile radius.
- All his local hangouts.
There is no sign of him anywhere,
but my theory is
he is using his minions to keep the business running
and then, he stole poor gertrude's car to get around.
- So bowen crashes his ride,
then skedaddles before someone can call it in.
- Hey, sam, I found that stereo guy.
Sounds like he's in demand. No record.
But the guy's tricked out half the sports cars in this city.
- Lemme see that.
- Pretty sure I said sam.
- What? Are we in grade 2?
Oh... Or is this about keegan?
- I'm sorry, is somebody speaking?
'cause I hear something... Annoying.
(sam): Hamm! - Fine, go ahead, be that guy.
- Or you could be the guy who finds out
who prescribed the antibiotics. Thank you.
- What? So everybody knows I reported keegan?
- Hey, let's just give them something else to talk about.
(softly): Duff!
So, hey, our stereo guy? It's one jean-michel navarro.
- Oh, man. Are you kidding me?
- You okay to go to your grandma's for a few days?
- Can I bring my video games?
- No! - Yes!
- You've got better things to do
than sit around playing video games.
- Take it. I know you both love chinese!
- We don't need your money, thank you.
I'm gonna teach you how to bake lasagna,
and then, you're gonna help me clean out my storage room.
Okay? (whispering): Sorry.
(sol sighs)
are you ever gonna give me a chance?
- Probably not.
The more he's with me, the better.
(cell phone ringing) (tiggy sighs)
- bye, baby! (door closes)
(randy): Hey. - Hey.
We need to pull a payment to misiano.
- Well, why? - Because he's getting antsy.
What? We don't have enough money?
- We got enough money.
- Then we're paying it back.
Tell all your guys to settle up before Friday,
I don't want to drain the cash flow.
- Yeah, yeah.
I got it.
- Was that tiggy?
Randy, I don't feel good about this.
- What's the combination? (sighs)
come on, babe! Don't make me wait.
- It's probably 10-31-01.
(clicking)
(sighs)
- why do you have a snake in here?
- Oh, we just brought her to the vet.
The poor little thing is sick.
- Does tiggy know you're digging around in the safe?
Huh? (randy sighs)
- what do you think? - I mean...
You're her partner, right? So, I'm sure it's totally...
Yeah, it's totally-- - yeah!
(all laugh)
- it's totally fine, yeah. - Yeah.
- Yeah. Listen, ernie,
I need to bring a couple guys over on our new project.
So where's snug? Is he around?
- Uh, sure, if you want your crew unsupervised all night.
- Right. What about danica or maybe dean?
- Dean's in charge of operations
I mean, danica's your best runner, I--
(randy groans softly)
I mean, I could give you guys leon.
- Leon? - Yeah.
- I don't know leon.
No. I don't want him.
Let's roll, baby.
Take her easy, ernie.
(door slamming)
- randy!
Tig doesn't want to sell mdma, okay?
She doesn't want to go into business with another stranger,
she's gonna to kill us if she finds out.
- She's not gonna kill us, okay?
She's gonna want to kiss my balls
when she sees how good of a deal it is.
- Well, let's just explain it to her.
- Well, you might be her bitch, but I'm not.
- I'm not her bitch.
- Are you my bitch? - Oh, shut up!
- Are you?
Say it.
- I'm your bitch.
- Good.
Now let's get mercedes back
'cause I got some business to do.
- Navarro!
- Hey! Hey!
So...
- 'sup!
You a cop now, huh? (kelly chuckles)
I don't get it, you were always so cool.
What happened? - Hey. Should I lead this one?
- No. Navarro used to date my little sister
when she'd visit from new york in the summers.
- Adriana duff. - Uh-huh.
- Everybody wanted to get with her,
but I was the lucky one, right?
- Yeah. You had a car and no record,
you were a catch, my friend.
(navarro): Hm!
- Mr. Navarro, did you install a stereo into this vehicle?
- Look, I can't remember every ride I've worked on.
- Do you remember randy bowen?
Because we have reason to believe
that he drove this vehicle.
Very, very recently.
No? - I don't...
- Okay. How about this?
You and I, we just peruse your files together,
see if that doesn't jog your memory?
- Look, I work freelance.
This might've come to me through ritz motors.
I sometimes get referrals from there.
- Okay. Does the secret drug-trafficking compartment,
does that come with the stereo, or is that just an add-on?
- Hold up. That's what you all here for?
You've gotta be kidding me. Look, I swear to god,
I would never install something if I knew it was for drugs.
- Really? Okay. So you do install the compartments,
what I'm wondering is, what did you think they were for?
- I don't know. Computers, laptops, cell phones.
Stuff you don't want your girl to find.
Look, lady, I don't ask questions
and I can't afford to turn down work.
I got two daughters, single dad.
C'mon duff, you know I'm not the type.
You would've never let me date adey
if you thought I was too street.
- You were okay. - Yeah, well...
Probably helped that you threatened to smash my head in
if I broke your sister's heart.
You know, come to think of it,
this whole cop thing's not too much of a stretch after all.
- Alright. Good to see you, jean-michel.
Thanks. - Yeah. Good to see you too.
- Duff.
You know your friend back there is lying his butt off, right?
- What are you talking about?
He just gave us the lead for ritz motors.
- How many drugs have been hidden in those compartments?
How many guns?
Duff, how many lives could we save
if we take down a guy like that? - Yeah,
but we can't prove that he knew it was to store drugs and guns.
All kind of reasons people hide things.
- Oh! - Especially in neighbourhoods
you've never even been to, except to wear a vest.
- Yeah? If he does know, guess what?
We can charge him with conspiracy to traffic.
- Just because he doesn't trust cops,
doesn't mean he's a criminal. - Yeah?
And just because he's your homeboy,
doesn't mean he's not one.
- Really?
- Wo-- okay, I would very much like
to retract the word "homeboy".
- Yeah. Consider it retracted.
- Thank you.
- Hey, snug, randy was by looking for you.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
- Is he coming back? - Probably.
- Oh, then I'm getting outta here.
(both laugh)
I'm not, you know...
Alright... - Snug, you little bastard.
(ernie): Welcome to ritz motors.
How can I help you? - Hey. Uh...
I... Have a dent in my car.
- Okay. Bring it in Thursday. - It's... Well, I'm here now.
- Yeah, sorry, we're swamped today.
- You're swamped? - Uh-huh.
- Wow. This is swamped for you?
And you didn't even check your computer screen
or your schedule...
Make more of an effort if you want my business.
- I guess I don't want your business.
- Well, uh, I think I need to talk to the manager.
- Lady, I am the manager.
(classic rock playing in the shop)
- you gave the man an ultimatum. - Uh-huh.
- He didn't bite. - No. Guess what? I don't care.
Because someone named randy bowen is showing up
and we're gonna be here to catch him.
Yes!
- You realize there's
a gazillion randys in this city, right?
I mean, I've booked four this year.
- I know. But realistically, snug only knows one, maybe two.
- Okay, well, say it is bowen,
he could pop up between now and never.
We could be here all night. - Exactly!
And that is why I brought us some lovely snacks.
Would you like a beer? - No. I'm working.
- It's non-alcoholic. Come on!
- Ugh. All the calories without the pesky buzz, huh?
No thank you. - You want a finger sandwich?
I got cucumber and... And cream cheese.
- No, I cannot eat cream cheese.
(loud crunching)
let me ask you something. - Sure.
- Why did you wanna be a cop?
- Do you know how much law school is?
- No.
- It's a lot. It's a lot, a lot.
Also, I think...
I really just wanted to help keep people safe.
You are looking at riverside prep's
longest-serving hall monitor. (kelly chuckles)
I know. I loved it so much. I still have the sash.
- Of course, you do.
Do you feel like you're doing that, helping people?
- Yeah. I do.
Like, every gun we get off the street,
every asshole that we put away.
I believe people should pay for their bad choices.
- Yeah, but some people, that's the only option they have.
Not everyone gets a buffet of... All-you-can-eat choices.
- That's fair.
How 'bout you?
Why'd you want to become a cop?
- Would you believe it? Knight rider.
(laughing): 'cause you wanted to have a magic car for a partner?
- Yeah. You can program a magic car to be quiet.
Plus, rocket boosters, baby.
(sam): Oh... Duff, check it out.
Look at that red beater, look familiar?
(camera clicking)
- oh, yes, it does.
Hello, dean. Welcome back, danica.
Wow. Out on bail a week, and she's already back in the game.
- Yeah. Still no randy.
- Yeah, but it's a helluva lot of stockwoods.
Nice!
(suspenseful music)
(sam sighs)
(kelly grunts)
- if you want to nap, you just go ahead.
- No, no, nope. I'm good. I'm good.
You look tired, though. Why don't you go ahead and...
Close them for a minute? I got this.
- It's okay. Four eyes are better than two.
Except if you're a kid
and you wear aviator glasses and headgear,
and some really mean, mean, mean girl called
maxine blanchard calls you terrible names
like four-eyes and head gear.
- Oh my god, that's terrible. - I know!
- I could've come up with much better names than that.
Like zippy lips, speccysam, white urkel.
- Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. - Ugh. "did I do that?"
(both chuckling)
- I wasn't, like, really popular with the boys back then.
- Oh yeah? How different is that from now?
- Yeah, it's not... Very different.
Ugh...
How 'bout you and nathan, what's going on?
(exasperated exhale)
come on, give me some of that sugar, spill the tea...
(sing-songy): Give me some sugar and spill the tea. Duff!
I'm gonna be straight with you.
If I had someone like that,
that was really nice, and like, reliable and handsome,
if I had that, I wouldn't be hemming and hawing.
(sam exhaling loudly)
- cheese grater. Magnet mouth.
Ooh! Ooh! Wirezowski.
- Okay! That's...
(kelly): Your new name. (sam): It's not. Please.
(soft indie music)
- how many breakfast sandwiches are you gonna eat?
(song continues on car radio)
- I only have, like, two left.
- Do you always eat when you're stressed?
- I've never been... This stressed before.
(sighing)
it's kind of my first time having my fingerprints
on a murder weapon. - Elliot...
I got you into this, I'm gonna get you out. Okay?
Okay?
I promise.
(kelly sighs)
- you two get any sleep last night?
- Oh my god, no, we've been chatting like two best friends.
First, I started with my teen years...
Then I moved into my twenties, which was, like,
a super, super fun decade,
and then, into my thirties which is, like, a little bit more tragic.
- Oh, hey.
What's up? I didn't hear you come in.
- Any sign of randy overnight?
- Nah, just his crew.
- Yeah, but that's no problem.
Because we-we have one more day.
Guys? Guys, we have one more day...
Wait a se-- duff?
Check this out, the red junker's back.
- Danica needs her car washed after one night?
Either she lives a dirty, dirty life, or--
- there's something going on in that car wash.
- This must be how stockwood's pushing their product.
- Yeah. The runners, they go in for a scrub, and then they...
Pack as much cocaine as they can into their hidey-holes!
- You are a lawsuit waiting to happen.
- What? - How fast can we set up
an undercover job to prove this theory?
- I don't know. Depends how dirty your car is.
- As dirty as you want it to be.
- Excuse me. Excuse me. We get 10 bucks an hour, plus tips?
- Yup.
- Looks like we score, huh?
(sam, over earpiece): Sure did.
Okay. We just have to catch them handing off the product,
and then, we can take down this whole operation.
- Yo, lady!
Put some elbow grease into it.
Listen, if you wanna play, you don't get the pay.
Capisce?
(ernie, over radio): You no speaky no english?
- Oh god... (ernie): Huh?
Hello!
- I don't think she speak asshole.
- What did you say to me?
Yeah, well, whatever.
Just shut your pie holes, and scrub-a-dub... Beavers.
- That guy's a dick.
- Uh-huh.
(suspenseful music)
(coughing): Danica's back again.
(sam): How many times can she wash that thing?
- Alright, we're going in, keep your eyes on dean.
(engine turns) (kelly): I'm on it.
I knew you were in on it, creep.
Alright, dean's got the soft.
(sam): Copy that. We're inside and right behind danica.
(sighing)
this is nice!
- What? - Like, I love a car wash!
- Me too, actually.
I brought my first girlfriend through one
so I could kiss her with nobody seeing!
- Oh my god! Okay, wow!
That's really... Is that, like, because...
You were embarrassed by her or it's...
Because like, oh, you're like,
"oh my god, this is so romantic."
- I was just shy.
- Yeah, like, I don't think it's romantic, either,
I was just saying that...
- Jeez! (imitating a horn blaring)
hey! (danica): Long time.
You look good, bro! - Thank you.
I'm feeling fresh out here, you know what I'm saying?
(danica): Yeah. (sam): Duff?!
Do you have eyes on the coke? (ernie): Hey, cutie pies!
Bathroom floor needs a mop. Right now.
- Oh my god!
- Come on! That guy again?
- Hey, and just so you know, boys around here,
they shoot sideways.
Inside! Now! (kelly): Yeah, yeah.
No, I'm sorry. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, look! Look.
Two dudes just went in there, they looked real sketchy.
They looked like they foreign.
They foreign!
- Yo, some sketched up shit going on here.
Just take the thing. (danica): Alright.
- I'll catch you on the flip side, alright?
- I got you. - See you later.
(sam): Did you see it? Did you see it?!
Duff!
- Alright. Tell breann I saw the handoff.
Danica is headed her way.
- Hey, lady, what was that about?
Where the hell you going?
- I'm gonna enjoy taking down your racist, misogynistic,
power-tripping, stupid ass.
- Licence and registration, please.
- Yo, I didn't do anything. You're wasting your time.
(indistinct chatter over police radio)
- okay. One moment.
Hey. Wha-what am I holding her on?
I can't search her without an arrest.
- Oh, right, uh...
Danica's conditions for release, they include a red zone,
a restricted area or something? - Yes, they sure do. Nice!
Stockwood central.
- Oh, yes, thank you.
Okay. Step out of the vehicle. (clears throat): Please.
- Are you serious right now?
- Come on.
You broke bail, kiddo.
- Ugh!
- Okay, will you quit waving that fob around
like you're casting a spell? - Oh!
(grunting and sighing)
- duff, are you sure,
like, really sure that you saw dean hand off to danica?
- You've asked me that question five times now
and my answer is still yes, I am sure.
- Hey. Would you two quit it?
As soon as ritz finds out that danica's in custody,
the whole operation's blown.
- You have to trust me, alright? There's coke in there,
we just have to find it.
What--
just give me this! - What?!
Where are you going?
- I'm gonna talk to jean-michel alone.
- Why?
Because you think he doesn't want me there?
- No. I don't.
- Well, that's rude!
- Hey, uh... What if he's home?
- This is gonna be a whole lot harder if he's not.
- What is?
- I'm going to remove the muffler from my car.
- Why?
- Because there's nothing that randy loves more
than explaining to somebody how to fix a car.
You are going to ask him to help you tie up the muffler
while I hang back, say I have to pee,
and hopefully, the gun is still in the drawer
so I can wipe it off...
And we're golden. - Okay. Uh...
- So, if you double production,
we'll take care of any extra costs
and exporting to the us.
Then, we'll just split everything fifty-fifty, clean.
- I gotta say, I feel like a real gangster,
talking business with the infamous randy bowen.
- As I say, I have sampled your product,
and it is pretty solid.
- You should come see my warehouse.
I've got a sweet set-up.
I got two of my engineering buddies
to come set up special voltage stations, generators,
air circulation-- - but I am gonna have to have
a couple of my guys thrown in the mix, of course,
you know, just to keep eyes on the prize.
- Who did you have in mind? - I don't know.
Still working on that. (knocking on door)
one minute.
(randy exhales slowly)
hey. - Hey, randy.
- 'sup?
- Oh, sorry to interrupt, we just--
I got uh,
my muffler on my car is-- - come on in.
Come on!
Here they are now, two of my finest minions.
This is nelson lam.
I want jackie and shaggy here to be my point people.
You want to do the deal,
these two are going in as my eyes and ears.
I got reason to believe that they'll never double-cross me.
- Uh...
What am I supposed to do with them?
- I don't know. Make 'em your guards.
They can shoot people when they get out of line.
- Whoa! - What?
- We're not being your guards.
- You'll do what I tell you. - Or...
I can use more drivers,
but they have to be able to get around undetected.
- No, I like my idea better. - Yeah, you don't look like
you know downtown well enough to be a driver.
N-no-- - hey, man.
- No-- - the fastest way downtown
from here isn't kipling, it's dale avenue,
at... Glen road. There's a little alleyway there,
it gets you right there.
And... Uh,
everyone thinks islington's the best road to take
during rush hour, but it's actually royal york,
'cause everyone thinks it's gonna be so packed.
- How do you even know this?
- Yeah, I-I stole my dad's car when I was 16
and he just... Made me work it off delivering law contracts.
I know the city like the back of my hand now, so...
If you need a driver, I-I can drive.
(clears his throat)
- okay?
Okay!
We got ourselves a deal.
Put her there, partner.
(chuckling)
(navarro sighs)
- listen, I gotta take the girls to soccer tonight, uh...
And I'm "snack dad", so-- - alright, well, help me out,
make this real quick.
- You gotta be kidding me.
(exhaling loudly): What, you think every car
with a compartment in it is mine?
- Come on, navarro,
don't make me pull your client list, man.
We both know what trouble that could spell for you
if word got out.
- It's why I know you wouldn't do it.
You might be with the feds now,
but you're still kelly duff. - I'm detective duff.
And right now, you're under suspicion
for conspiracy to traffic.
- I don't get how you can wear that badge
after everything the cops did to our neighbourhood.
How many kids from school are behind bars
or never made it to graduation?
Not to mention your brother!
- No, those kids are why I wear my badge.
There was nobody protecting them.
Nobody protecting us!
At least I can try.
So... Are you gonna make this easy for yourself or not?
- Come on, you know it doesn't work like that.
It's hard either way.
- I'll go get started on that warrant then.
(soft music)
- wait.
Gimme the keys.
(sighs)
under the front seat's a pressure sensor.
The door's gotta be closed for it to work.
Then, you turn on the defrost.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Swipe the fob key across the air vent,
and press this button right here.
That opens the stereo.
Compartment's in there.
Here. Hold on.
- That's one helluva gizmo.
- Oh, hell yeah. Check it out.
It's got insulation, waterproof lining, the works.
- Alright, so how much volume we talking?
Could it fit my glock?
- Ten of them if you wanted.
These babies can hold six keys if you pack 'em in it ri--
- six keys, huh?
- Nah, what I meant to say was...
That's just what I heard...
- You should've stuck to stereos.
Wazowski.
I know how to get at the drugs.
- Okay! Clock's ticking on this one, people, so...
Who are our targets? (kelly): This is dean.
He's the point man, passes out the product.
This guy runs the place. Ernie.
Saw him hand the soft to dean. - Who's the guy in the middle?
- Navarro, our compartment whiz. (shanks): So, he's involved.
- Well, it's not really illegal
to install a compartment in a car.
- Unless he had knowledge of usage.
Are you saying he didn't?
- I me-- there's no proof he did.
- Okay. For those of you
who do not know this charming fellow, this is randy bowen.
If you come across him during these raids,
you're to report directly to me
or to detective duff. - Or me!
- Never to him. - What?
- No, thank you. Just... Right here.
(woman): Okay.
(uptempo music)
(tires screeching)
(horn blaring)
- oh! Hey! Oh, hey.
(naz): Police! (sam): Nobody move!
Detective wazowski, you're all under arrest!
(kelly): Hands where I can see 'em!
(sam): I said, "nobody move!" (naz): Don't you move!
- Don't move! - Hey! You heard her!
(man): Get your hands up! (naz): Don't you move!
- I said, "nobody move!" (man): I got a runner!
- Turn around! Turn around now! (man): I'm not moving!
(man): Go get him! Go get him! (siren wailing)
(grunting)
(dean): Argh! (hamm grunting)
- nice move. - Thanks.
I call it the hood slide.
- Everybody calls it the hood slide.
- You thought I was great with a rag, huh?
Well, guess what?
You gonna love how I handle a pair of cuffs.
(sam): Okay, everybody, bring it in!
That's right, listen up, you are all up poop creek,
however, if you want to talk to me about randy bowen
or tell me where he is,
I can say that you were cooperative.
So, if you would like to just give me--
oh yeah, you can't because
you're all in front of your colleagues, so could y--
just give m-- give me a sign!
Something really subtle. No one will know.
Maybe one of these.
If you do that, I will know.
Anyone?
Anyone know anything?
Would you or you?
Were you crossing your--
anyone?
Anyone?
Anyone...
Please tell me someone...
- No. - Anyone?
- Nope. - Uh!
- And one guy sobbed like a little baby.
Ah. I hate when they do that.
Look, we blew up stockwood's main distro system.
We just gotta bide our time. Someone will eventually crack.
- Yeah and then, randy bowen will be gone.
- Well... - Happy Friday, wazowski.
Oh, hey!
Wasn't today the day that you said you were gonna find bowen?
That's a tough break, kid. (clears throat): Well,
thank you for the fake support, hamm.
- Oh, I believe you mean to say, "thanks for the fake support,
detective sergeant hamm."
search and seizure, ritz motors.
This reptile crate.
Close to three hundred grand in the safe,
and our runner... (snaps fingers)
...Had a half-key on him.
- Wait. Please tell me that it's empty.
- No. It's not.
Actually, what we, uh, have here...
Is, uh... An incomplete shed.
Uh, the poor thing must've been sick.
- What makes you say that?
- I've been trying to get over my ophidiophobia,
so I've been doing a ton of research on snakes.
- Duff! Randy bowen had a snake.
The amoxicillin in the car...
Yes! Okay, that is why
hamm couldn't find the doctor that prescribed it.
- 'cause maybe it was a vet.
- How could you let this happen?
The ritz was clean, it was working!
You got the money out, right? - No!
The cops got everything.
- What are you saying?
- Everything gonna be fine, alright?
We just need a few days, that's it.
- A few days to get two hundred grand?
How you planning on pulling that off?
- Look, I diversified, alright?
I invested in the molly.
I told you, synthetics are the way of the future.
And this nelson lam guy's stuff is grade-a.
Here. You should try some.
Just to loosen up a little bit. You're stressing me out.
And tell layna, mercedes needs to have plenty of fluids.
- Where the hell are you going?
- What do you mean?
I'm going underground for a few days
until we get misiano's money sorted out.
- Don't you dare leave me with this mess on my hands.
Hey! Goddammit, turn around right now!
- What am I gonna do sitting here, tig?
I need to go on the streets.
- Nice day, huh?
- Bill. What are you doing here?
- You said you'd have my money by Friday.
It's Friday!
Thought I'd save you the trouble of... Bringing it to me.
(bill): Huh.
- Nope.
- Hey. - Huh?
- This clinic filled a prescription for amoxicillin
last week, for one antonio montana!
(sighing): So randy likes scarface.
(chuckling)
guess we all have our aspirations.
- Yeah, and ours is about to be realized.
Mouth rot. Oh my gosh!
Poor little thing, did he happen to leave an address?
Yes! Thank you so much,
you're so wonderful! - Yes!
- You're like, the best vet ever!
- So, I dropped by ritz motors today.
I wanted to see with my own eyes tiggy's "brand-new system."
going gangbusters, right? That's what you told me.
Thing is...
The place... Was just crawling with cops.
Yeah, like...
...Cockroaches.
(exhaling abruptly)
this is... This is awkward, right?
- Alright, look, bill... Okay...
This is just a minor setback, we'll recover everything.
And you're gonna get your money,
you just gotta chill out--
- you know what I like about women
is they don't have machismo.
Women have marianismo.
Sounds italian, right?
I think it's actually spanish, I'm not sure.
Either way, it's the opposite.
"purity and moral strength."
moral strength. Now, we know most women... Ain't pure,
we know the majority of women don't have moral strength,
but at least you don't have machismo.
(whispering): That's why
I was rooting for you.
I usually have good instincts.
My grandmother was psychic. (randy): Really?
That's actually cool.
I mean, I-I think I'm psychic sometimes, to be honest.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean... It's like I can see things comin--
(gunshot) (grunting)
(tiggy gasps and screams, loud sob)
- did you see that coming?
Could you feel that coming?
(sobbing): Bill, please! Please, you don't wanna do this!
- Technically, this isn't my job.
It's beneath me now.
But my ma,
she always said, my ma,
"you've gotta clean up after your messes."
I mean, not literally. Just an expression, you know?
I mean, I got people for this.
- It was randy.
Randy is the one who left the money at ritz, okay?
Not me, I was good, we were good, I had a plan...
- Ah, yeah! (whimpering)
ah yeah, that's machismo.
All day long. (tiggy sobs): Don't.
- I kinda like this one.
It's nice. (tig): Please, please,
I'm begging you! (sobbing)
please!
- Don't make me out to be the bad guy, tiggy.
Don't do it.
I took a chance on you.
I thought you were something.
I'm sorry, kid.
I really am. - Just wait.
You want your money, right?
Best mdma money can buy.
Complete grade-a, that's all I'm hearing.
Synthetics is the future, right?
I just made a brand-new connection.
- Who?
- It's this nelson lam guy.
Listen...
We start running drugs both ways,
coke coming in,
this stuff going out,
I can get you your money and double it by next month.
Just please...
Let me finish... The deal.
(over police radio): Deceased male identified as randy bowen.
Caucasian, 39 years old.
Known member of th-- - detective tara swallows,
homicide. Who found the body?
- That'd be me, detective wazowski, guns and gangs,
we've met a few times before.
- How many times we gonna do this?
Detective kelly duff, drug squad.
- Forgive me, I've got a lot on my mind,
my job's... Kind of important.
- Right. Whereas our jobs aren't important at all.
- Well, at least you know.
- That was sarcasm.
It's called sarcasm! - You know what?
(cell phone vibrating) (sighing): Those two...
- Duff? - What's up?
- They made the decision about the ds job.
- Oh! Right. Today is Friday. Yeah.
Decision day all around.
Well, hey, look, good thing is...
You can tell 'em you found randy.
Thanks, guys, I appreciate it. Have a good night.
(bottles clinking)
(jackie sighs)
- hi. - Aunt layna?
We kinda have a... A favour to ask you.
- What?
- I really need you to wipe elliot's fingerprints
off of that gun. - Aw, sweetie,
I did that already.
The minute he wasn't looking.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah. Randy's a bully,
but it's 'cause he can't trust anybody.
(jackie, relieved): Oh. - So... It's fine. You're fine.
(elliot sighs)
(door opening)
(jackie): Oh! (door closes)
(blowing)
- my god, tiggy!
What happened to you?
Was it randy?
Where is he?
- Randy's dead.
- Randy's what?
- Bill killed him.
And he'll kill me too,
he'll kill all of us.
I promised bill if he didn't kill me,
I'd deliver on that stupid mdma deal randy made.
I don't even know who the hell this nelson guy is.
Uh...
That's okay.
We do.
(hip-hop music)
(door opens)
(hamm exhales loudly)
- he looks unhappy.
Am I bad for hoping that he's unhappy?
- I don't know, but you can let go of my finger.
Just get in there already. - Yeah.
How does she look?
- Like she's waiting for you. - Okay.
- You got it. - Yeah.
(whispering): You got this.
- Kelly duff. This night gets better and better.
- Well, well, well.
Ditched your Friday night, huh?
Yeah, it looks a little desperate, but...
Lucky for you, you... Wear it well.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- And actually, I didn't... Ditch her.
But I can, if you're saying that...
(kelly sighs) (sam, muffled): What?
(shanks, muffled): Okay, good. (kelly): Ah, damn!
She didn't get it.
- Detective green. - Do you know how annoying
she's about to be? - You can come on in.
- I was gonna tell you,
but I didn't want to jinx it. - Hold on! Wait.
You went out for the ds job?
Wazowski's job? And you didn't think to mention it to me?
- We can talk about it over dinner...
- No. Why don't you save it for your new Friday night?
(r&b music)
- I didn't get it. - Yeah, I gathered.
Wanna get drunk?
- Yeah. (softly): Come on. Okay.
Oh, let's go get drunk, okay? - Okay, I have to get my coat.
- Okay, we can go get it.
(sam sighs)
(kelly): Think about it this way,
you get one more day with me.
- Yeah, 'cause we're friends now.
- Nah. No, we're not, really. - Okay.
- Just for today.