Blue Line

Oh, fuck.

- - Open the register!

I'm not screwing around. Open it!

Okay. Okay. Whatever you want.

Make it quick!

How we looking?

-Hurry it up, dipshit! -

Thanks, sweetheart.

Coming up after the break,

we talk to Mustang's cheerleading captain, Bunny Abbott,

about the squad heading to finals.

Do I think we can win?

Yeah. Hello?

This is the best we've ever been. Okay?

Okay? The best. Am I right?

You're so right.

We are going to take that trophy.

Lamewads from Lake Harvest, you're going down.

Good morning, gorgeous.Morning.

-What you looking at? -Um--

Nothing.

Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

You know what I mean?

Oh, you're so pretty.

You know I never wanna do anything to change that.

I know.

You know I love you, right?

Yeah. I love you too.

I get so stressed at work,

and when you come home late and you don't answer my texts

and you don't tell me where you're going, I have no choice but--

I know. I know. I know how hard you work for me.

For us.

I'm sorry. I'll do better.

I know, baby.

And I hate myself when you make me do that to you.

But we're good now, right?

Sure, baby.

And it'll never happen again. I promise.

Look at this, my coffee ready to go.

Just like you like.

Do I have the best wife, or what?

Just trying to take away some of that stress.

You don't even know the half of it. You remember Jimmy Bauerman?

Um...

Maybe. Yeah, I think so.

Business partner of mine. You met him that one time at the Wilsons'.

Oh, sure.

We co-own a couple properties together.

Of course.I told you this a hundred times!

No, right. I know.

Anyway, Jimmy calls me ass crack of dawn this morning.

Remember that convenience store on Elm Street?

Yeah. Well, a couple of assholes decided to rob it this morning.

Believe that shit?

Wow. That's awful.Yeah. You're goddamn right it's awful.

I own a frigging stake in that place.

Thirty-five percent. I'm practically a co-owner.

Thank Christ,

convenience stores are required to take out insurance.

Otherwise, I'd be out a few grand.

Try not to think about it. You have a big day.

Yeah, you're right.

Big day for me. Big day for the business.

And if all goes well, big day for you and me.

Yeah. I'm excited for you.

You should be excited for you too, Linds.

Pretty soon, we're never gonna have to worry about another thing in our lives.

Good luck, baby.

Your husband doesn't need any luck.

You just count your lucky stars that you married a winner.

You got anything?I got a burnt-out car.

Hey, man, how come I always get the shit work

and you get to stand around, look handsome all day?

Shh! It's fucking Broza, all right? He's the one in charge.

Hey, boss.What?

Stop whining, all right?

Finlay, it's called seniority. Okay, idiot?

Yeah, well, a little help would be nice.

Too goddamn bad. Shut up, all right? I don't wanna hear it.

What do you got, Mack?All right, car's a rental.

Based on the license plate-- or what was of it--

and the testimony from the clerk this morning,

it was definitely used in this morning's robbery.

It was checked out under a fake ID.

Kids notice any recognizable features or anything?

Negative.Why here?

And the security footage sucked as well.

Basically, we got two perps. Both dressed in all black, wearing vests and masks.

Oh, and I quote-- check this one out--

"They looked like creepy fucking skeletons."

Skeletons? Really? That's original.Yeah.

They were using voice changers too.What?

Yeah. They sounded like men but mechanical, so it could be anyone.

Look, these guys definitely wanted to get away.

They wanted to cover their tracks. They burned the car, okay?

It's a step up in the criminal masterminds that live in this shit hole I work in.

Hey, you chose to move here.I did, didn't I?

Oh, God, this is terrible.

What do you got?

Oh, no.

What?Back seat.

I got a case. Bag full of cash.

Or it looks like-- looks like one.

Oh, shit.Looks like a fair amount.

Mack, wanna steal it and go to Vegas and get married?

We can go retire.

Get the lab down here, okay? The car is ruined.

You're not gonna find any DNA or prints on this shit. Have them focus on the cash.

They knocked over the convenience store

and then they forgot the cash in the back?

These guys, they're either exceptionally stupid

or exceptionally smart, I'm not sure.

You think we can pull a print off of it?

Look at that. He's a cop now.

Yeah, maybe. You never know, you might get a partial.

You gotta take what you can get.

I gotta go.

Mack!

Aw, shit. What did I miss?

What is that?

- The Belly Room. -Hey, this is something.

I'm gonna go check this out, okay? I'll see you.

-Don't let Finlay fuck anything up. -Thanks, Broze.

[door closes, engine starts]

[patrons chattering, whistling]

I'm Detective Broza.

Hi. What can I do for you, Detective?

How many people do you know that have one of these?

Oh, geez. Dancers, bartenders, bar backs, manager.

Cleaning staff has some.

Regular customers, if they're in polite company.

So, everybody has them?

Yeah. There's a huge stack next to the door.

You can take some yourself if you want.

Thank you. I'm good. Thanks.

Okay.

Okay, well, my name's Maggie.

Are you sure I can't get you anything?

Yeah, no. I'll have a club soda, Maggie. Yeah, club soda.

All right. Coming right up.

Maggie, you haven't seen anything out of the ordinary coming through here lately?

Other than the normals, you mean?

Yeah. You know,

somebody you haven't seen before?

Faces, and I don't know, suspicious types?

Guys at night? Something like that?

I don't work nights, but--

You know what? Let me get someone for you.

Hey, Lizzie! Can you get Nicole? She's got a visitor.

Sure thing.

You're new to the force, aren't you?

A lot of cops come in here?

You could say it's a small town.

Could say, and you'd be right.

Aha. Here she is.

If anyone knows anything, it's Nicole.

I hear someone's looking for me.

Yeah. I mean-- Pardon me.

I'm looking for somebody that might be able to help me.

Well, I'd love to help you if I can, Officer...

Detective. Detective Broza.

Nice to meet you, Detective. I'm Nicole.

Nicole, sure.

So, any new faces coming through here?

Any strange characters come through the club lately?

Why? What's up?

The convenience store robbery. You hear about it? This morning?

It's my case, and-- So I'm poking my nose around and...

You heard about it though, right?

Of course I heard about it. Everyone's been talking about it.

It's the most excitement this town's seen in who knows when.

Do you think the guys who did it might have been in here?

I can't be clear about that.

I thought maybe you've seen something out of the ordinary,

maybe you could help me.

I don't know.

Let me think. Um...

I think there were a couple guys in here a few nights ago.

Really?Friday.

Friday night?

Around 11:00. Couple of guys, medium build.

They might have been military 'cause they had that attitude, you know?

You've never seen them before?Nope.

We get a lot of strangers just passing through town.

Strip clubs are a popular place for lowlifes.

Must feel great to feel so good about your clientele, huh?

Oh, hey, I love lowlifes. I mean, I'm one of them.

I doubt it. Anyway...

So, these gentlemen, these guys, did you catch anything?

Like they drop a name? Anything like that?

No, sorry.

They both had short, dark hair.

I didn't notice any scars or tattoos or anything.

You look for that sort of stuff, right?

Sorry. That probably doesn't help much.

No, hey, it was great. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Oh. Security cameras. Any security cameras in here, out there?

No. The owner's a cheapskate.

We keep telling him to put them in, but he just doesn't.