- What happened to your face?
- I went out on a call,
when I called for back-up... - Nobody came.
(misiano): You think you could find me a couple of
trustworthy drivers?
- I'm sure I've got some women in my world
that I trust.
(sam): Here's our working theory:
Rick gets busted, tiggy takes over from rick,
starts bringing in misiano's cocaine across the border
using her logistics company.
Starts working with randy bowen, importing the cocaine
and exporting the mdma.
- How did we miss this?
- I say we cut nelson out and we take it all ourselves.
I'm thinking I'm gonna go up and see his warehouse soon.
Check out and see how he makes this stuff,
and then, we pop him.
(sam): Police, open up!
We have a warrant for your arrest!
- Gotcha! (screaming)
(high-pitched yell)
(jackie): You know, when my mom does this mdma deal,
she can get buffalo off our back.
- I think I gotta go to work or they're gonna kill me.
- One wrong move and you all go down in flames.
(karina): Tiggy sullivan's cellphone just pinged
about two miles south of the fort derby border.
(kelly): Police! (sam): Stop that driver.
(kelly): I'm gonna pick every little piece of it apart
until I find her.
(sam): Sol is gonna spend the rest of his childhood
living with his grandmother.
(tiggy): Cut me a decent deal,
I'll hand over the man who killed randy bowen.
(kelly speaking indistinctly)
- okay, so I've briefed detectives swallows and chase
on the way over here, they're up to speed.
- Detective kelly duff, drug squad.
- Detective samantha wazowski, guns and gangs.
- Yes, we've met already.
- Hm? (sam): Uh?
(chase and swallows): Yeah. - I don't think so.
- We did, remember, blue hazmat suit?
- Blue hazmat suit? - Pop the hood and we went
underneath the-- (sam): I don't...
- We're here to discuss a joint operation,
shall we all take a seat?
- Just gonna... - Okay.
- ...Squeeze in here. - Make some space.
- Excuse me. Pardon me.
(kelly): You got enough room there?
(chase): It's a joint operation.
(swallows): Across mine too.
Okay. Okay. - Nice and comfy.
- We hear you have a lead on randy bowen's murder.
- Oh, if by "lead" you mean
a person in custody who witnessed that murder,
then yeah.
- This is big.
(chase): It has to be handled carefully.
- We're happy to take it from here.
- Oh, no.
This is our play.
(sam): Look at you two cuties,
salivating like a couple of pavlov's dogs,
you are birka and you are joy for ch--
you know who ivan pavlov is, right?
- No idea. (speaking indistinctly)
- god, am I speaking into the wind here?
(kelly): Either way, we can have you drooling all over our case.
We have to persuade bill misiano that we are his allies.
We gotta be tough. We gotta be convincing.
(sam): It will take your full support.
From the sidelines.
(kelly): We'll get misiano for you.
But it has to be our way. Capisce?
(swallows): Yeah, but-- - but?
- No, excuse m-- - but?
Yeah, but... Yeah, but, but... - Yeah, but it should be us--
yeah, but it j-- - but.
(kelly gibbering) (swallows): But-- no, b--
wh-what are you, r2d2? (kelly hums)
(swallows): Stop this.
(overlapping chatter)
- but you say what? (swallows stuttering)
- deal. - Yeah!
Deal. (chuckling)
thank you!
(kelly): Did I...
We. Yeah, we.
That wasn't so bad.
- No, it wasn't.
I peed my pants a little bit. - Ugh.
- What just happened?
(♪ these boots were made for walking ♪ plays)
- oh my god! Elliot!
Hi! - Hey.
- What you doing here?
- Nothing, I just, uh... Missed you, that's all.
(scoffing): Well, that's a bold-faced lie.
- No, it's true.
I was driving down sterling road and I-I...
Thought I saw you. And uh...
It wasn't you, but I-I got that happy feeling for a second.
- Yeah?
What you doing on sterling road?
- Just driving around.
Thinking about, uh...
...Everything I've messed up that you've fixed, you know?
- Hey.
Are you in trouble?
- I'm fine.
- Yep.
- I, uh... I was thinking about going to...
Florida to stay with grandma for a little bit over break
and just... You know...
Take it easy and get a fresh start.
- Why? So she can teach you how to shoot guns and hate people?
(they chuckle) - yeah, exactly.
(soft music)
- hey, why don't you just hang out here for a bit?
Take a nap.
I'm gonna go get ready for work.
I have a busy day. - Okay.
(kelly): So, naz is working with cops
who are hanging him out to dry,
letting him get hurt because he sided with me?
You gotta fire those guys.
- Cops are notoriously hard to get rid of.
You know that.
I have to finish the investigation first.
And in the meantime,
I think that you should consider a change.
- What are you talking about?
- Well, you've been with drug squad, what?
Over 10 years?
And this keegan thing, it was a lot.
- So you're gonna punish me!
- I am not punishing you, kelly.
I am looking out for you.
Yes, I'm gonna be cleaning house,
but it is a helluva toxic process
and I do not want you in the middle of it.
Look, you can always go back!
We can just transfer you to guns and gangs.
You and wazowski work well together.
- I can't work under nathan.
- What, are you guys still a thing?
- I haven't given up on the idea.
- Well, you can't date your superior,
so that's not an option.
(sighing): Look, ciso called
to see if you available for uc work.
The opp are looking for somebody with your profile
for a long-term project.
- Yeah? - Yeah, white collar assignment.
Nice apartment, out of the city, might be alright.
- Yeah.
(sam): How long of an undercover-operation?
- I don't know. Three months. Six months.
- Well, I think it's a terrible idea,
and I thought about it and you can't do it,
so, you can't do that.
(kelly scoffs)
- let's just focus on the task at hand, alright?
Oh, come on. Would you stop sulking?
Look, if this is gonna be our last hurrah,
let's make it great.
Come on.
- Hurrah.
Uh, hello. No, thank you. Excuse me!
- Steve evans, I'm representing ms. Sullivan.
- Oh! You the ex!
This the-- - hm.
- This the gym-teacher ex!
- You're a gym teacher? (steve): No.
- No, he just cheated on me with a gym teacher.
What are you doing here?
- Elliot asked me to represent her.
Couldn't say no. (sam): Oh, great. This is great.
'cause we should always say yes to our son,
'cause he never, ever, ever gets his own way.
She doesn't need her lawyer present for this, so...
Why don't you go home?
- A good lawyer should be present.
To protect his client from accepting a bad deal.
You go home. - No. You go home.
- No, no, you go home.
- Can I go home?
- Okay, nobody's going home.
And wazowski is not removing herself from this case.
But maybe you can remove yourself from the room?
- Yes.
(door closes)
- you're wasting my client's time.
You don't have evidence against her, nothing that's gonna stick.
- Oh, yeah? Well...
(inhaling loudly)
her sister, layna, has agreed to cooperate and she's confirmed
that they've been bringing drugs across the border
for months now.
- Okay, well, that's news. (sighing)
- you're a first-time offender,
so you won't get more than five years.
But the difference between a few years in gentlewoman's prison,
versus five to seven in maximum,
with all that asset forfeiture,
oof, it's big.
(kelly exhaling): So...
You can let a killer go free
and not have anything to do with your kid
until he's a legal adult,
with the exception of the 20 minutes a week you're allowed
for collect phone calls,
and I can assure you,
it's a suboptimal way to forge a relationship.
Or you can cooperate.
- My client will cooperate in exchange for immunity.
- It's never gonna happen. (insistent knocking on mirror)
and, uh, I believe my colleague's in agreement.
Look, how about this,
you give me a solid way into bill misiano,
then, we can talk a deal.
- Bill misiano killed randy right in front of me.
Shot him in the heart, didn't even blink.
And he let me live partly because
I promised to hook him up with this mdma deal
that randy had in the works,
but mostly, because he's a feminist.
- Misiano's a feminist?
- His mother drove a limo back in the seventies.
He was raised by strong women.
Including a psychic grandmother
and some aunt carmel that knits his slippers.
- I'm still looking for a way in.
He collects lighters from dead people.
Hates bugs, but loves... Ladybugs.
And he wears windbreakers and he moonwalks into rooms.
You know...
(kelly): Okay,
uh, tell me about this mdma deal.
- Well, I mean, bill's all-in.
He wants to come to town and...
Visit the warehouse.
He thinks he can get the formula from nelson and then...
Pop him.
- Nelson?
(tiggy): Nelson lam.
Everybody loves his product.
- Where does he make this mdma?
- He has a warehou--
no.
I am not telling you where the warehouse is, okay?
I need to keep at least
one bargaining chip in my pocket.
- Well, she's right.
You want to get misiano and nelson and not talk deal?
Nuh-uh.
- Nuh-uh.
- Only give them the nelson details
when we have the deal confirmed.
(knocking on door) (kelly): It is no-- what?!
- I'll be good.
I'm just bringing some pizza.
- Pizza. - Ooh!
That's very nice.
Thank you. (steve): Oh, wow, baby.
(sam): Use a napkin, please. - Mm.
- Wow. That looks good.
- Is this from our place?
(clears throat) (kelly): Alright, so...
Keep going.
- Bill wanted me to get him some women drivers, so...
I said I'd introduce him to some old friends of mine,
barb gerber, shirley guzzo.
They were gonna drive for us exclusive,
I just haven't set that up yet.
- Tell us more about this barb and shirley.
- Mm. Met behind bars,
been inseparable ever since.
(hamm): So let me get this straight,
you guys are going in as tiggy's drivers?
- Correct.
Bill misiano gets introduced to barb gerber, shirley guzzo,
ideally, they hit it off,
they're swapping stories about murders,
assassinations, having a great ol' time,
and once we get that confession, bam, you guys come in,
you make the arrest.
But if we don't get the confession at tiggy's,
then, we have to go to the warehouse,
push a little harder. But the good news is
nelson lam's sister just had a baby in ottawa, so...
He's out of town. (hamm): Well,
sounds pretty straightforward.
- In what way, barry?
- Well... (naz): This kinda play
takes months to prep!
- I don't know.
- Yeah. (hamm): More importantly,
who's gonna be barb and who's gonna be shirley?
(kelly): Me, I'm shirley. (sam inhales)
I'm not the barb type.
You know, barb is a white woman's name.
Barbie. Barbara walters. Barbara streisand.
- Shirley's a white woman's name!
Shirley temple, shirley maclaine.
- Shirley caesar.
Shirley chisholm.
Actually, do you even know who shirley chisholm is?
- Yes, pff, I do know who...
She is a beautiful black woman.
- You oughta be ashamed of yourselves.
Shirley chisholm was the first black woman elected to congress.
Pff! - Uh, I am canadian!
(sam): How're we gonna convince him
that we're capable of killing someone?
- Easy, just channel all that anger you got towards your ex.
- I don't want to be angry at steve anymore.
Just...
I'd like to move on, you know?
Meet someone nice, like...
I don't know, like a n-- nazeer type of nice.
- Hold up.
I knew it. - What?
- You like naz! - I didn't say that.
Is that what I said? - Yes, you did.
- Uh, no, that is not what I said,
I said someone "like" naz, okay? (kelly chuckles)
that is, it's like someone, and it doesn't even, because,
I don't think it matters because
he wouldn't want to date me anyway.
- And why is that?
Why wouldn't he?
Hm?
Look at you.
- That's right.
I'm a catch.
(door opens)
(beauchamp): Oh, hi.
- Hi. - I hope you don't mind,
uh, it was burrito night last night over in 44,
now you can't pay your way into the bathroom.
- Oh, no, sure, make yourself at home.
- Thanks. (kelly): Yeah.
I was just wondering, I mean, look,
I know you been hanging out with nathan,
and that's cool, it is,
but I was just-- (beauchamp): I-I'm not gonna
have this conversation with you.
- Yeah, o-- - oh, I am also sorry,
but we are talking through a uc operation,
it's very important, it's very top-secret.
- I won't be long. - It could be number 2.
- Nope, just a number 1.
- You know, you say that now but things can change, huh?
Catch you right by surprise.
But, uh, there's two other bathrooms on the top floor,
so you can... Number-2 it all day long.
- Fine. I'll leave you to it.
(sam): Okay.
- Jesus, wazowski, what was that about?
- I was just trying to be like, uh...
Your... I don't know. - Pff.
- Hey. She seems, like, pleasant and she's nice, but...
She's not you.
- Of course, she's not.
Nobody's like me.
'cause I'm the duff.
- That's right, you are.
- I'm the duff. - Yeah.
- Everybody want a bit of my stuff.
- My stuff. - 'cause I'm the duff!
- Gettin'-- - come on, let's go get our guy.
(sam): Let's go over this plan again.
We have known each other since northumberland collegiate days,
barb gerber, divorced, teenage son.
Shirley guzzo,
she's just kind of, like, more, play-the-field type.
- Okay, which one of you's barb and which one's shirley again?
- How many times do I have to tell you?
I am shirley.
- Hm. Okay, well... Barb's the smart one.
- That doesn't mean shirley's dumb.
- She's pretty dumb.
(sam): Okay, either way, he is gonna be here very, very soon.
When he gets here, you have to stall him.
(tiggy): Yeah, I know the plan.
Should I be the one to bring up randy?
(kelly): God, no.
We have to let him take the lead,
he'll get spooked if we say too much.
- And what if he doesn't confess?
- Then you give us the address to the warehouse,
we'll all go together, and move to plan b.
- Speaking of which, why don't you just give us the address
to the warehouse now?
- Yes. - No.
(sam): No, no, no, remember how I said that I would drive.
- You might've said it, but I didn't agree with it as well.
- No, no, no, but I put it on a post-it note.
- I don't care about no post-it note, you're not driving!
- No, I did, I was like, "oop"...
(overlapping chatter) - ladybug!
Did you sense I was here? How you doing?
These must be my drivers, huh?
- Yeah. These are my friends, barb gerber.
(kelly, under her breath): No. - Yeah, I'm shirley guzzo.
Really nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, I'm bill.
Time to expand my resources up here
and nothing better than starting with women, right?
I looked into you guys, you know, and well,
you seem legit.
We ready? Warehouse? Let's go.
(tiggy): Oh, yeah, sure.
We just gotta wait for the text from nelson,
what time to meet up.
He's aiming for around 1:00. - Oh.
Hey, gives a chance to get to know one another, right?
(misiano, through wire): Turn the kettle on, yeah?
(hamm): Yo, I think you're right.
Misiano's not gonna admit to anything unless we push him.
I say we go directly to plan b.
- Let's wait.
There's something about kelly's believability
and sam's... - Annoyability.
- No, her...
- Relentlessness?
(misiano): Nice place, ladybug.
(sighing): Look, man, I-I've seen them work miracles, okay?
- Ha. Meh. We'll see about that.
(misiano): I could've told you that.
I'm very intuitive.
It comes from the women in my family.
(ringing on line)
(cell phone rings)
(sighing): Excuse me. - Thanks.
- Hello?
What? - Sugar?
(kelly): You're kidding me, right?
That is the dead opposite of okay!
Look, bring it today, barry,
or you don't get another chance, alright?
- What's going on there, barbie?
- You don't want to know all my problems.
- Oh, I like problems.
Call me weird, but I do.
You know why?
Because there's always a solution.
Talk to me.
You mind? - Not-not at all.
Uh, one of randy's guys owes barb money,
but like, a lot of money.
He thinks he can pull one over on her.
- You know, I think he's trying to call my bluff.
Him and randy, oof!
Cut from the same cloth, the two of them,
no respect for women at all.
- I know exactly what you're saying. I hate that!
- He ripped me off, he won't return my phone calls.
(tiggy): Oh, he'll return mine.
Let me handle it for you, okay?
I'll get your money.
- Oh, no, no, no.
I'm gonna handle this on my own.
It's a matter of pride, you know what I'm saying?
People can't walk all over you! - No.
- Yeah, but if you take out barry,
reg is gonna hit back. - Who's reg?
(sam): Oh... - Barry and reg,
they popped randy.
- Oh, yeah. (tiggy): Oh, is that right?
Maybe bill could ease your mind about that.
- This, uh, nelson guy,
he'd better be texting you soon.
(kelly): Uh, yeah.
- You don't think misiano's getting spooked?
- No, no, no. Kelly's got this.
It's why I call her the nicholson.
(misiano): My aunt carmel...
- What do you call me?
- We don't.
- Well, I mean, if you were to give me a name,
what would it be? (naz exhales, annoyed)
- the hasselhoff?
(misiano): Hey, ladybug, who's got the keys to the van?
I want to hear how she runs.
"she." sorry.
My bad.
It's an old habit of mine to refer to a vehicle as "she".
Truth be told, though,
people call ships and cars "she" 'cause they hold precious cargo.
- Keys are inside.
- Okay, start her up. (sam): 'kay!
- I want to hear how she growls.
Barb, go outside, would you?
I want to have a word with ladybug alone.
(kelly): Yeah. - All the way out.
- Okay.
You. You've got to aim for more "lady" and less "bug".
- What does that mean? - What was that?
Upstairs, from randy bowen.
- I don't know. I thought it was funny.
- You know what?
I've given you a couple of chances now, which I never do,
and now, you annoy me.
When I get annoyed, I get impulsive,
so I've got to calm myself down.
So I'm taking your van, I'm taking your girls,
you're staying here, you're on a time-out.
(tiggy scoffs): It's--
hey! They're not girls, they're women.
- Women! Right. Got it. Let's go, barb.
This nelson guy,
we're not waiting for him no more.
Take me to this warehouse.
Let's go. - Okay, uh, just what about tig?
- Let's go! - Okay.
(naz): Get down! Get down!
- Okay, I'll get tiggy,
you tail them. - Okay.
(engine turns)
(exhaling loudly): Damn it!
(soft music)
(children talking indistinctly, laughter)
(softly, echoing): Hey, baby.
Psst! Sol!
(maureen): Lunch is on the table!
(laughter)
(sol): Grams, what are you doing?
Why are you dressed up as a dinosaur?
- Who're you calling dinosaur?
(laughter)
(sol laughs): I'm too old for dinosaurs!
- Oh, too old for spaghetti and meatballs?
I got some fresh cookies in the oven,
if you eat your lunch first. (excited exclamation)
come on! Let's go!
(maureen hums happily)
(laughter)
(sniffling)
- figured you'd be here.
- Hey.
There's no force field. (jackie): I know.
I don't think I should be here though, elliot.
- Come on, it's fine. She's not even home.
You good? - Yeah.
Do you think they really left town?
'cause I think they're trying to rip us off.
(elliot sighs)
- I don't know.
Uh...
Maybe I could get my grandmother to transfer us money
to go visit her or something.
How much do you think gas money is to boca raton?
(cell phone vibrates) - uh...
(elliot sighs)
- hey, bodhi.
Uh, I'm just here with jackie.
- Good. Where are you guys?
- Uh...
My house.
- Oh, okay. Cool, look,
I know you guys want to get paid,
so I thought we could meet at the warehouse.
Get you guys settled up.
- I thought nelson was away and he didn't want people there.
- The money's at the warehouse.
He said I could pay you, but hey, if you're cool to wait.
- No, no, no, it's fine.
It's fine. We're gonna be there.
- Good.
- Okay.
Maybe they're not trying to rip us off.
- You know, you're kinda driving
like you don't know where you're going.
- That's because there's traffic in the gta.
And-and she took a wrong turn.
See, normally, I do all the driving.
(sam): You were so stressed out, babe,
I just wanted to give you a break.
- Oof. - Oh, see, right there,
that's true friendship, you know.
Really, I like that.
I like that a lot.
Tiggy mentioned something about sterling road, right?
What's the exact address? And I'll put it in my phone.
(kelly): Yea-- we-we'll recognize it when we see it.
- I'm finding it really hard to concentrate,
I'm so sorry, I gotta pee.
I've been holding it for so long, I gott--
- right there, that's another burden
you women have to carry, right.
Us guys, we can just pee out the window,
I can pee in this coffee cup, it's easy-peasy.
But you guys, you gotta hold it in,
and sometimes, if you hold it in, you can get a uti.
You know what a uti is? - Yes.
- Do you? - Yeah.
- Yeah, I bet you do.
Just, let's find a gas station so shirley can take a pee.
A nice, long pee. - Thank you.
- I think there's one up here.
- Bodhi?
(cell phone vibrates) hello?
- Uh... I can't really talk right now, but...
Are you okay? (sam): Not really.
Listen, elliot,
I really need to know where nelson lam's warehouse is
on sterling road.
I really, really hope that you do not work there,
and I strongly advise you not to be anywhere near there
but if you do know where it is,
I would be eternally grateful.
(softly): Hm.
- Uh...
Okay, look, do you still have that app
that you used to stalk me on?
- I do. But you blocked me. (exhaling shakily)
- alright, I'm gonna unblock you, okay?
- Thank you.
Elliot, you've got 10 minutes to get the hell out of there.
Do you understand?
- Got it.
Jackie!
Jack?
- What are we doing here, man, come on?
(elliot): Jack, we gotta go!
(jackie): What are we doing?
- We gotta go! (jackie): Hey!
- Hey, man, what's going on? (jackie): Hey!
- Get away from her!
(jackie gasps)
- nelson and I, we did some digging into you
and we found out about your momma.
(snorts like a pig)
- yeah, so what?
(jackie): Yo, he's a drug dealer, man.
What, you think he tells his mom what he's up to?
- Well, I told nelson
I'd leave it to him to deal with when he's back.
(chuckling nervously): Yeah, you all think I'm the crazy one,
well, nelson...
Children first.
- Come on. (bodhi): Come on!
- Where are we going?
- Right in here.
Go.
- Hey, hey!
- Where's your phone?
- I don't know, man, I left it at home, I guess.
(jackie): No, no, no, no! (elliot): Hey!
(jackie): Hey!
(door rattling)
(jackie grunting softly)
oh my god.
Oh my god. - Uh...
- It's locked. - It's locked?
- What do we do? What do we do?
- I don't know, man.
It's okay. We're gonna-- it's gonna be okay.
- Tell me, why did we leave tiggy behind?
- She was getting on my nerves.
(kelly): Well, she is our only plug, though, so, uh...
I don't know.
I don't really know this nelson guy.
- Well, we're gonna get to know this nelson guy.
And we're gonna be our own plugs.
- Hey!
Here we are.
- It's kinda spooky. But I like it.
- Alright, so what are we doing?
- I gave naz the coordinates.
We're moving to plan b. (kelly exhales loudly)
- good job.
(misiano): Wow.
Whoa.
(door slams shut) ha! Ha!
- Mr. Misiano! Nelson lam.
It's great to meet you.
- Wow, it's a helluva place you got here, huh?
(naz chuckles): Yeah.
(stairs clunking) (kelly groans)
- watch your step there, shirley.
Hey, barb. - That's barb.
That's shirley back there.
- Yeah, everyone is always mixing us up.
- Yeah. - It's just...
- It's like, we're attached at the hip. So...
(misiano): So, tell me about this place, huh?
- Well, it, uh, used to be an old power plant.
My dad was gonna turn it into condos,
but... Well, then, he died. - Oh, too bad.
- So, for now,
this is my lab. We make our product right here.
- So, tell me, exactly how do you do it?
- We-- I mean, I have a master's in chemistry,
it's-- - how do you make it?
- Chemistry. I was gonna say that we--
there's a whole process of distilling, decanting,
titration, refluxing.
I've been here for months
working on my very specific formula.
- You're a pro.
- I'd like to think so.
Is, uh, is tiggy gonna be joining us?
I thought she was...
Or should we just go ahead
with the walk-through, then? (man): Hello?
Hello?
(yelling): Hello?!
- You didn't really think
I was gonna get left behind, did you, bill?
- Ladybug! You are impressive!
(whispering): Come here, come here.
- What's up? - That's barry.
That's the guy who owes me the money.
- That's the guy you gotta take out?
This is a good place to do it,
it's easy to make it look like an accident here.
But you cannot let a man take advantage of you.
(naz): Tiggy!
Nice of you to join us.
(hamm, australian accent): Good day, ladies.
It's been awhile. (kelly): Yeah.
'cause you been ripping me off.
You bring my money?
- Oh, now, don't get your titties in a twist, love.
I'll pay you when I pay you.
(tiggy): Barry. (hamm): What?
She's being a right bitch.
- Oh yeah, "better bitch than mouse".
(gunshot) - oh!
(sam): Oh my god!
Oh my god, oh my god!
Oh my god! (naz): What the hell?
- Jesus! What happened to making it look like an accident?
(naz panting)
(kelly): What did I do? Reg is gonna kill me!
(sam): I got you!
Come on, let me think, just let me think.
(moaning)
(misiano): What di-- no, no, no, no!
What are you doing? Don't touch, don't touch.
Your hands. You got no gloves on.
You're gonna put your fingerprints all over the body.
- Oh, god!
- What do I do? - I don't know.
- What do I do?! - Stop, stop, I don't know!
Let me think! Let me think!
- No, no. I don't want you in this. Okay?
I don't want you a part of my mess.
I'm sorry. - Listen to me, look at me,
look at me. Your mess is my mess. Do you hear me?
I am not gonna lose you.
(kelly whispers): I'm scared. (sam): Don't be scared.
- Please, don't leave me, shir-- - I'm not gonna leave you.
I'm right-- - please don't leave me.
(kelly indistinctly) - I'm not gonna leave you,
honey, I'm right here.
I'm right here, okay? - Okay.
- Look at me. Yeah. (kelly): Okay.
- No, you are-- - what?
- You're my best friend.
You really are.
(kelly): I can't go back to prison.
(sam): Look at me, we're gonna figure this out.
Okay, okay, I got it. I gotta get rid of the body.
Go to the head, I got the feet. - I pick it up?
- I got the feet, yeah. I'm gonna--
and we're gonna get in the truck--
- no. - And then, we're gonna go home.
We're gonna drive home, but like, super fast.
Back to the apartment, we're gonna pack everything we have.
(kelly): What are we doing?
- Oh my god, oh my god! (indistinct chatter)
(sam): ...He's gonna kill you, but he's gonna have
to kill me too. I'm gonna die!
- Oh my god! - You can't die for me!
- I am gonna die! - You guys.
- I will die for you! - Chill out.
Chill out.
I don't know who this reg guy is, okay,
but he didn't kill randy.
Neither did this barry guy.
- Why would-- what? Yes, they did.
Everybody knows that, they killed him.
- No, no. No, they don't, and if they do, they're wrong.
It's a free country, they can think whatever they like.
You're gonna be alright.
Breathe, come on.
You're not gonna have to leave town, there.
You're not gonna get killed,
you're not gonna die.
Believe me, ladies, things aren't as bad as they seem.
Just between us, this reg and barry guy,
they didn't kill randy.
Because...
The guy's still alive.
(sam): Oh. (misiano): Oh, yeah.
What do you want to do with this guy?
Do you want to finish him off, barb, or you want me to?
(kelly and sam): No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(man): What the hell's going on in here?
- Who-who're you, now?
- I'm nelson lam. I own this place.
Tiggy. Are you playing me?
'cause I just found out jackie's boyfriend
has a cop for a mother and-and-and-and...
Who the hell's this guy?
- Wait a minute.
You are nelson lam.
You're working with cops?
- Ugh! (kelly): Get down!
Everybody down!
- Oh my god, those are gunshots.
(kelly): Is everybody okay?
(hamm): Yeah. (naz): Yeah. Yeah.
I'm going for misiano!
- I got lam!
- No, no, she's breathing, she's breathing. Go after him!
(tiggy moaning): It hurts.
(sam): Elliot!
- That's definitely my mother.
- What do you mean, your mother?
How would your mother know that you're here?
- It doesn't matter. Hey, mom!
Mom!
We're in here! Help!
(elliot): Hello! (clanging)
hello! Mom!
(clanging)
somebody! We're in here!
Mom!
Hello! Somebody!
- Don't move!
I said, "don't move!"
- nelson lam, you're under arrest.
Turn around.
- Hello! Somebody!
Help!
(thudding) - elliot?
Listen. - Yeah?
(creaking)
- listen, listen, listen.
(door thuds)
(footsteps approaching)
(door opens)
(gasping)
(elliot): Who are you? - Uh...
I'm a-I'm a cop.
I'm-I'm-I'm working undercover. I'm-I'm here with your mother.
Come on, let's go, let's go, let's get out of here.
Drop those.
Down the hall. Down the hall.
Come on.
(indistinct chatter) (elliot): Where're we going?
(misiano): We're gonna take those stairs. Go, go, go.
Keep going, all the way down this way.
Okay, there's stairs right there.
We're gonna take those stairs. Go, go, go.
- Hey!
- Mom! - It's okay.
Let him go.
Now!
Please.
- Come and get him... Cop.
- Put your gun down. (misiano): No.
- Me first.
Okay? (misiano): Yeah.
(misiano grunts)
(jackie): No! - Elliot!
(jackie): No! (elliot): Mom!
(jackie): Elliot! (sam): Elliot! No!
(jackie): Elliot!
- Go get help! (elliot): Mom!
Help! - Elliot, hold on!
- Help. Mom... - Don't look down.
(grunting): Hold on, baby, hold on! I got you!
(elliot): Help. - Don't let go, honey.
Don't let go, baby.
(jackie): Somebody, help!
(sam): Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Don't let go! (jackie): Elliot needs help!
(sam speaks indistinctly)
(elliot groans) - elliot!
No, no, no! Don't let go, don't let go!
(elliot): Ah! - No, no, no, stay, stay,
stay with me. Stay with me, stay with me, love.
(crying): Look at me, look at me.
Look at me, I need you to hold my hand
because I'm gonna pull you up-- (elliot): No, mom!
You're not strong enough.
- I can still carry you.
(elliot): No, you can't, you can't.
- Yes, I can. (elliot): Mom, no.
I'm gonna die. - I'm right here, look at me.
Elliot, I am right here. (elliot): Mom, I'm gonna die.
- I'm right here. (elliot): I'm gonna die.
- Help!
Somebody! Help!
- Breathe... (jackie): Mom, help!
Elliot needs help! Quick!
He fell over--
he's over the edge. Mom? Mom?!
- Okay, get over here, get over here now!
Keep pressure on this wound, okay?
She'll be fine. (tiggy moaning)
- mom.
Mom, what happened? - Ah.
(jackie, sobbing): Mom...
(sam): You're gonna hold on. (elliot): No, I cannot.
(sam): Elliot, you hold on!
Duff!
- Hey, bill! Detective kelly duff.
You're under arrest.
- You hear that kid screaming?
He needs your help.
What's it gonna be? (elliot screams)
you gonna arrest the bad guy or save the good guy?
That kid's gonna die.
You don't care. He's screaming.
You don't care.
(kelly): Sam! (sam): Duff!
- Sam, I'm coming! (sam): Duff!
(hamm): Misiano.
- Ah, come on.
- Hold on. (elliot): I cannot hold on.
- Elliot! - Help!
- Duff! (kelly): I'm here! I'm here!
- Hurry! - Wazowski!
- Help me!
- Okay, okay! (sobbing): Help me!
Elliot! Oh, no, no!
Duff! Don't look down.
(elliot): I'm gonna die. - No, you're not.
(elliot): I'm gonna die.
- This is a rare pre-1955 collector's item.
I'm thinking it's probably, uh...
Well, early forties. - Forties,
it is, can I see the bottom? - Nah.
Turn around.
- Wazowski, I'm here. (elliot): Oh my god!
(sam): Elliot, look at me. (naz): Kelly!
(sam): Look at your mom, look at your mom.
- Naz, come! Over here! (elliot): Hurry up!
(naz speaks indistinctly) - no, elliot, hold on.
Hold on. Duff? (kelly): You're okay.
- Duff!
(elliot grunts)
(sam): Hurry up! (elliot crying): Hurry up!
(elliot crying): Oh my god!
- Ready? - Yeah.
(kelly): Here we go. Here we go.
(sam): Hurry!
- Alright. (elliot grunts)
elliot!
I'm gonna swing this down
and I need you to slip it under your arms, okay?
- I'm using my arms right now so I don't kill myself!
(kelly): You can do this, elliot.
(elliot): Get it higher! (kelly): Here.
Listen to me. I need you to do it one at a time, okay?
(grunting) careful. Careful.
Listen, listen. You got this, okay?
You got this. (elliot grunting)
(screaming) (sam): Okay.
Okay. (kelly): You're doing okay.
- You tight? (kelly): We're tightening.
- Duff. We got it? (kelly): Wait!
(sam): You got it?
(elliot): Yeah.
- Alright. - Go, go, go, go!
(kelly): Hold tight, hold tight!
I'm gonna count to three
and I want you to grab the fire hose, okay?
One. Two. Three!
That's it! Yes!
Okay, pull. Pull!
(elliot): Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it!
- Pull! (groaning)
(elliot, crying): Pull it! (sam): Come on.
(kelly): Pull, naz! Pull it!
(sam): Ah! Elliot, come on! (grunting)
(kelly): You got it. You got it! That's it!
(sam yelling)
(elliot crying) (kelly): We got it!
(sam): You can do it, come on!
(grunting)
- that's it! - Come on, baby!
Elliot, come on, baby!
Go! (kelly): We almost--
almost there! (sam screaming): Come on!
I got you, I got you. I got you.
I got you, I got you, I got you, you're okay!
You're okay.
(elliot): Oh my god. - You're okay.
(kelly): It's okay. It's okay.
(elliot grunts)
- you're okay, buddy, you're alright.
(whispering)
(naz): It's alright. (panting)
(indistinct chatter on police radio)
- ha. He'll never survive prison.
(tiggy): Baby.
I did this. My fault you're in this mess.
Go with the cops, okay? - You're my mother,
I'm coming with you.
Hey. I love you, alright.
You know that, right?
(shanks): Okay, I can see you're okay,
so I'm gonna head over here.
'cause he's in trouble.
- Hey, man. - You alright, buddy?
- I think so.
(shanks): Well, what a haul.
Over two-million-dollars worth of mdma,
three major arrests,
including a confession from randy bowen's killer.
- Hm. And yet, this is not my favourite day.
- Here comes the screws. (chuckling)
they gonna take all the credit, but it was me.
Yeah.
- Detective tara swallows, homicide.
- I'm detective barry hamm. - Great, whatever.
- I know you guys. - No, I don't think so.
- Never met before. - Side part and stretch, right?
- That's rude. - We never forget a face.
(swallows): Let's go. (kelly chuckles)
(hamm): I took him down. Hey, I took down the big guy.
(soft knocking)
- hey.
You going somewhere?
- Not far.
Just over to drug squad.
Had a talk with shanks.
They need a kick in the ass over there.
You started it with keegan,
I'm more than happy to finish it off.
- You're leaving so that I can stay?
- I don't want to lose you.
I mean, none of us want to lose you.
- Alright, so don't give up on me.
Nathan.
Look...
I'm working through some things, okay?
But I want this.
I want you.
(exhaling)
(knocking on door)
- hi.
- We made a reservation.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, you kids... Have fun.
Go-- maybe go dutch?
Just... Be friends.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hi. Samantha wazowski.
I was gonna just tell you that, uh...
...That was some unbelievable work today.
- Oh. Thanks. Uh, your zipper's down.
- Oh. Sorry.
- Oh my god, don't be sorry, I like it.
I mean, I mean, not in a pervy kind of way, more like a...
"he's not so perfect,
you don't need to be so intimidated by him" kind of way.
- Intimidated...
You do not have to be intimidated by me.
Trust me, I'm full of flaws. - Yeah, right.
- It's funny, uh...
I was talking to hamm
and we were trying to, uh, figure out the right word
to describe why you're so good at your job.
- Hm. Annoyability.
Relentlessness. - It's heart.
You got a lot of heart, sam.
- Thank you.
I need to go find kelly.
(inhaling loudly): Sure. Yeah. - Okay.
- Uh, but maybe before you go, do that, uh...
Maybe we should, like, hang out...
- Sure. - ...This week or something.
- Okay. - I don't know, like go see...
Like, a movie or something. - That'd be nice.
- Grab a drink or uh... - Yes.
- You know what, maybe pictionary.
- Sure.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Good. - Good.
I'll beat you.
- Yeah, no, I-I-I can handle it.
Okay. - Okay!
- Well... Alright then. - Bye!
- See you later. - Yes.
(soft pop music)
(loud exhale)
(muttering indistinctly)
(sam): Hey! Hey.
- Hey, well, I'm officially done over at drug squad.
- I know.
I just...
Want to do a little toast to you before you go.
- Oh, yeah, sure! - Okay, hold on.
Wait right there.
- I'm not gonna miss this for anything.
- Bam. Bam.
There you go.
- Mm! Nice!
- Okay.
I know that I get on your nerves.
I know that potentially I'm a little bit annoying...
- A little bit. But okay.
- But I know that you like me.
And I know that you see me.
- Sorry... Uh, this toast
is supposed to be my toast, remember?
- Yes, sorry. - Okay, try again.
(chuckling)
- I have done this job for over 20 years,
and now, I can't imagine doing another day of it without you.
- Same, same.
Ooh! - Oh, my.
(kelly): That was nice.
- Wait. Wait a second. Hold on.
Did you just...
Did you just say, "same, same"?
Like you feel the same way? - I feel...
...Feel the same thing. - Oh, my god.
I'm gonna miss you so much.
(kelly): Alright, keep your pants on.
I may be done with drug squad, but I'm not going undercover,
I'm actually... I'm coming over to guns and gangs.
- Liar.
(scoffing)
- I'm not lying.
- What?! - Okay, stop hitting me.
- Oh my god! - S--
okay, I haven't... Signed my contract yet,
don't make me reconsider! Stop it!
- Oh my god! We're gonna be partners.
Are we gonna be partners? - That's a stretch.
- We're gonna be like, bff partners.
Like, our desks are gonna be side-by-side,
talking all day long. It's gonna be great!
- Okay, hit me one more time, watch what I'm gonna do to you.
- Oh! - Ah! See that? See that?
- I can get out of this. - No, you can't.
- Yeah, I can. Watch.
(bickering continues)
(soft pop music continues)
(hamm screams)
(high-pitched): Snake!