Murder in a Small Town

Just grab it. Come on, what are you doing?

Come on, you can do it. Just grab it!

Look at this guy.

Here.

You knew.

You knew!

It is right here.

Come on, man, class is gonna be over?

Do you want it or not?

-Hey! -Jerk.

You just assaulted me.

You slipped, Brett.

Gotta work on that agility.

Losers.

See you around.

Let's get outta here.

No friends around this time.

Let's just get this over with.

Oh, it's not happening now.

You'll never know when it's happening.

But trust me.

There's nothing you can do to stop it.

How about this?

We fill all the basketballs with cement.

When someone throws one to Brett,

he'll drop it and crush his foot.

Yeah, that's... that's a great plan.

Where are you going?

You're grounded, remember?

Nancy will kill you if you don't come straight home.

She's not gonna do anything.

You know, she just needs that foster care money too much.

Want me to tell her you got detention?

[music blaring through earphones]

Okay! I'll tell her you got detention.

[music blaring through earphones]

Whoa!

Thanks, jerk!

[music blaring through earphones]

Hey, are you okay?!

Hey! Hey!

-Chad. -What?

Chad. Monsoon.

Mon- Monsoon.

Hey! Hey!

See if you can find anyone in Porpoise Bay to cover.

Try Larkin.

Oh, no.

Well then bring in- bring in Gainer.

Okay. I'll be there in 15, 20 minutes.

I hate this.

Coffee with me?

Feeling so damn helpless.

I'm sorry.

More staffing issues.

Well, uh, we were already short-handed.

Now we're down an arm, too.

Well, if you stop being so heroic.

That was all the help we had.

Yeah, hugely expanded policing district

and no money to pay the officers needed to cover it.

Karl, the new budget will pass.

Oh, my god, what happened to you?

Uh, Karl's been up in Pender smashing down doors.

Hmm. Don't you have minions to do that for you?

Yeah, I wish.

That's every police chief's dream.

Spare minions.

Oh!

Oh... it's the mayor.

And it was shaping up to be such a lovely afternoon.

Cassandra Lee.

Ah, Cassandra. It's Christie.

I was just talking about you.

Listen, I need a volunteer.

The committee safety meeting.

Something came up. I'm at the hospital now.

One of my long-time patients isn't doing so well,

but somebody has to--

I'd be happy to.

You would?

Oh, well...

Excellent.

No small jobs.

Uh, town hall, boardroom...

presentation by the Gibsons Safety Society.

And knowing the GSS, I'm assuming that it will be

separated bike lanes and handrails down School Road.

That's not a bad idea.

Well, it's an expensive idea, so don't make any promises.

Uh-huh. Uh... what time?

4:00.

- -Oh, okay.

Well, that sounded promising.

Uh, yeah. I have, uh...

two hours of work at the library, so I gotta go.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

I'll ask Phyllis when I need help with the bathroom.

Hmm.

I'll be fine. Just go.

Okay.

-Love you. -I love you too.

Alberg.

Where?

Hey, Corp?

You have plans this weekend?

What's up?

Cameron called in sick, I need to replace his shift.

You have plans. Okay. Never mind.

Sarge, you can't keep covering for everyone.

I'll take the shift.

What have we got?

Uh, looks like a body dump gone wrong.

The vic wasn't as dead as his assailant thought.

Jack Coutts, 42, gunshot wound to the chest.

Paramedics are trying to stabilize him for transport.

He gonna make it?

50-50.

Who's the kid?

He's the one that found him.

Yeah. Elliot Gifford, 16, foster kid,

lives with Nancy Hopkins, 1750 Gibbs.

It's just up the road there.

So, the kid's walking down the road.

He almost gets run over.

He describes the vehicle as a blue pickup truck with...

What does that say?

Err... that's your handwriting.

Uh... Coutts--

Coutts Landscaping on the side. We put out a BOLO.

Kid continues on, he finds Coutts in the ditch.

Coutts grabs him and mutters... "Chad Monsoon"

and then passes out.

Kid thought he was dead.

Chad Monsoon?

I already checked the computer.

There's no one in the area with that name.

I don't think there's anyone on the planet with that name.

Take Elliot to the station. Do a gun residue test on him.

We're not gonna find anything.

He's got blood all over his hands.

He doesn't know that. Let's see how he reacts.

After, I want you to go to the Coutts' place.

That could be our crime scene.

On it.

He's stable! We gotta roll.

I'll follow them to the hospital.

No, no, no, no.

You've been there enough with that wing.

I got it. I'll go.

The bullet ripped him up pretty bad.

We're taking him into surgery.

When can I talk to him?

Not for a few days, at least.

I need you to get me that bullet.

I'll do my best.

Excuse me. Hi.

I'm Ryan Coogan. Jack Coutts' emergency contact.

You called me?

Mr. Coogan, I'm Sergeant Sokolowski.

Is Jack all right? What happened?

He's been shot.

Oh, my god!

H-how bad?

Doctors are doing everything they can.

Mr. Coogan, I need you to come down to the station with me.

Chief Alberg will want to talk to you.

Yeah, of course. Anything to help.

This way, please.

How do you know Jack, Mr. Coogan?

We met in bereavement group, me and Jack.

We've been friends ever since.

Bereavement group?

My best friend died... Jordan.

And Jack's daughter, Anya.

She was hit by a jet ski...

five years ago.

Jack's had trouble letting go.

Can you think of anyone who might've wanted to hurt him?

Jack?

No.

I mean, if anything, people feel sorry for him.

We were supposed to meet for lunch today,

but he canceled last minute.

And then the hospital called.

Did he ever mention a Chad Monsoon to you?

Never heard of him.

Excuse me a sec.

-Alberg. - Chief...

I'm at the vic's place.

The truck is here, and there's movement inside the house.

Wait for backup.

We don't have the officers.

I got this. - Be careful.

I'll keep you posted.

Afternoon.

Why don't you tell me who you are

and what you're doing?