Hmm. Somebody's in a good mood.
Thank you, Gladys.
Sorry. I just... can't believe we're a thing.
Well... Not sure I'd really call it a thing...
Hey, I get it. I'm like you. Things are not my thing.
But... here we are,
eating breakfast together again.
You know my middle name.
Kinda sounds like a thing to me.
Look... Bobby Jeff...
Uh... the last few nights have been...
So incredible, I know.
No, that isn't what I was gonna...
I've never smiled this much. Okay? And I smile all the time.
Um... Just give me a second.
Yeah, sunshine, take all the time you need.
And the next thing I know,
the outboard motor's on fire
and I'm yelling at Gary to stop, but he can't hear me.
So I go to grab the fire extinguisher...
Hey! Are you even listening?
Absolutely. You were on a flaming boat. Keep going.
This is new territory for both of us.
So I'm happy to take this as slow,
or as fast, as you want.
And I'm not just talking about the bedroom stuff.
Right.
Lou.
What the...? You just came from...
Shane! What are the chances?
A town this size? Pretty high.
Right. Yeah.
- Oh, uh... - Bobby.
We're a thing.
Oh! Nice!
- No. It's not... - Good for you.
It... Th... He's just Bobby.
She sometimes calls me Bobby Jeff.
- I think it's kinda cute. - Yeah, that is cute.
I like that.
Bobby Jeff. That's good.
Well... I'll leave you to it. And I'll see you... around.
And I forgot to grab my coffee.
Which is why I came!
Hi again.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
Okay. Don't come back!
Cool dude.
See? I'm smiling again!
It's almost scary!
Love that.
Hey! Um...
You know what I was thinking?
Sure would be great if we went fishing together, you know?
I would, but the world
is headed for a total collapse of ocean life by 2048
because of overfishing.
You know you could always just say, "No, thanks."?
No, thanks.
Hey! Sorry I'm late.
I stopped to get spark plugs for the Mustang.
- Aw, you got that for me? - Yeah.
Was that before or after
you had a romantic breakfast with Bobby Dougan?
Bobby? Bobby Dougan?
Like, the lawnmower kid Bobby...?
- 'The Doogs'? - It wasn't romantic.
What happened to Detective Carson?
I always thought you two would be perfect together.
- No. That isn't happening. - Why not? I like that guy.
So does she. Hence the problem.
You didn't kiss a girl till you were 20.
That's not true.
20?
That's not true.
- It's just not a good fit. - No, they fit fine. Look.
- No, I mean you and Bobby. - Oh, for the love of...
I don't know why you would choose 'The Doogs'
over Detective Carson.
I haven't chosen anyone.
It's because she has intimacy issues.
I do not have intimacy issues!
I'm just a busy woman!
Like girl in rom-com. Always finding excuse to push men away.
We're not discussing this.
Can you please try the engine now?
What the hell? It has to be the plugs!
Henry, you know what the problem is?
With the car or my sister?
He knows nothing about either.
Szczepkowski and Ray are over at Culver Orchard.
An apple tree's been stolen. They need a detective on site.
Me!
No. No. No. I'll go.
I know how boring
cases like that could be to a big city cop.
Exactly.
You can help us work on the car a little longer.
There is a fruit tree missing.
We don't have a second to lose! Come on.
I'm just saying intimacy issues are nothing to be ashamed of.
Stop saying "intimacy issues". It's creepy.
Okay, an inability to allow people to get close to you
socially or romantically for fear of being hurt.
- Is that better? - No, obviously it's worse.
And I told you, I'm just busy.
And your intimacy issues with Dad will be studied by science.
Obviously, we have different versions of the same issues.
That's genetics.
Genetics don't really determine who we are.
I listened to a podcast about it.
Oh, that's never led you wrong in the past, has it?
I mean, how else would you explain 'we're so similar'?
Similar? You and I? That's offensive.
No offence.
Morning detectives. Sorry.
The incredible case of the stolen apple tree.
Yeah, just the kind of dangerous crime I signed up to fight.
This one's worth a lot of money, though.
- How much? - Could be millions.
It's called a, uh... cultivar.
A patented selectively bred apple tree.
Like Honey Crisp, or Sugarbee, or Jazz apples.
This was the only survivor
of a crop from a 10-year project to grow this new variety.
Designer apple tree.
So, technically, this is IP theft.
Yeah, just like any other valuable invention, I guess.
The tree was removed with its roots intact.
Yeah.
We spotted what appear to be red carpet fibres in the hole.
Nice.
Probably came off the bottom of the shoe of whoever took it.
- We'll take it to my guy. - Who discovered the theft?
A night shift security guard, but he's gone home.
We're getting the CCTV footage from last night.
Who's that?
That is the botanist and designer of the tree,
Miles Borman.
Mr Borman? We're detectives from the EVPD.
I was so close.
After all these years,
I thought I had finally perfected it.
And now my life's work just gone in the blink of an eye.
I'm so sorry.
How long have you been in Eden Vale?
About five years. I moved here from Appleton.
You literally uprooted your life's work
halfway through the breeding process?
I had no choice.
My old business partner Bruce and I had a falling out.
Over what? If you don't mind me asking.
His lackadaisical attitude toward fruitlegging.
'Fruitlegging'?
The trafficking of narcotics hidden within crates of fruit.
That's pretty exciting, right?
What was it about fruitlegging
that came between you and your former partner, Bruce?
There are thousands of seasonal fruit workers
who come to the Central Valley each year
and a lot of them are... unsavoury characters.
Bruce took any warm body who came through the door.
Do you think any of these workers
would've known how valuable your tree was?
Of course. Everyone knew.
She was my pride and joy. I talked about her all the time.
We're gonna need to get in touch with your former partner
and get a list of all his employees from that time.
Yes, I will do anything I can to help you catch this monster.
This tree was my baby.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
We will find the monster
who ripped your baby out of the ground, sir.
You can count on that.
Thank you.
It says here they actually breed apples
to have a higher number of cells
because they rupture when you bite into the flesh,
releasing more juice into the mouth.
Gah. You literally make everything sound gross.
You know what's gross?
Flouting of child labor laws.
Hey, good news, everybody!
We are less than eight hours away from
beating this year's projection for reducing juvenile crime.
And, if we do, we are promised a modest budget increase
by the City Council.
Ooh, can I get a new computer?
Mine is a knock-off iMac made by a company called Arple.
How about a new coffee maker, sir?
Yeah, I repaired a crack in the pot with duct tape
and now our coffee tastes like burning tires.
Okay, well, let's just get through the day first.
Until the clock runs out, I want zero juvenile arrests.
Yes?
What about murder?
Well, obviously, there are exceptions.
But, in general,
why don't we try to think of other ways
of deterring youth crime.
Like that kid in the parking lot?
There! Great example!
Caught shoplifting a video game.
But instead of having a criminal record,
now he is under the wing of Bradley
and learning valuable lessons.
- In how to detail your car? - Exactly.
Or manipulate statistics?
Thank you very much, everybody, and good luck to you.
Let's go talk to my guy about those carpet fibres.
And then bring in the night security guard
to talk about the tree.
Could be a suspect.
Let's just hope he's not a 12-year-old boy.
Or we won't be able to arrest him.
We were just driving it!
Pop the hood.
Okay, what are you going to do?
Give it a stern talking to?
Maybe you should threaten to explain
how the root systems of apple trees work.
See if that convinces her to start.
Try it now.
I didn't know you knew about cars.
So much about me you don't know.
This is your classic 70s shag pile carpet.
Synthetic polypropylene fibres, braided together.
The Ancient Greeks invented shag carpet, of course.
But did you know they made it out of goat hair?
Everyone knows that.
They don't even make this anymore.
It's very rough and cheaply made.
You'd have to pay extra to order original 70s stock online.
Did you know that?
Why would anyone order cheap old scratchy carpet?
Hipsters like to put this stuff wall to wall
in those old 70s vans.
You know, "You see this van a rockin', don't come knockin'."
That sort of deal.
A van?
I'd never carry it here.
I'd rather be dead than sell this.
- That seems extreme. - Hey.
That's why he's the King.
You don't talk much, do you?
It's alright, I get it. I'm an authority figure.
Pretty intimidating.
But, guess what?
I bet we have a lot in common.
You like trucks?
Or football?
What about TikTok?
I know a lot of cool dance trends from TikTok.
No?
Right, I guess we're totally different.
What are you into?
- I like video games. - Right.
'Cause you stole one of those. I should've guessed that.
Well, you know who knows a lot about video games?
This guy.
Officer Szczepkowski here.
This is the guy you should be talking to.
Why don't you go pull up a chair.
See if you can get him talking.
I'm trying to get him on the straight and narrow
but he won't open up.
Okay, sure thing.
Uh... Okay, take a seat.
Um...
Are you interested in being a police officer when you grow up?
What do you actually do?
Well, the bulk of my duties involve filing and data entry...
But that is a backbone of any investigation.
So you sit at your desk all day?
Okay.
You wanna see what's dangerous and exciting about policing?
Follow me.
Okay, so... This is the evidence room.
Been working on a top-secret case with one of the detectives.
It's very hush-hush.
So if anyone asks, we were never here.
This might be a little scary.
So, if you feel faint, or need to sit down
we should probably have a safe word, like 'mango',
or try to find...
That's... That is freaky, right?
I've seen way worse playing Resident Evil.
You're looking at real-life human remains.
This was a living person.
Yeah, but in Resident Evil they're zombies,
so it's scarier.
- But that's just a video game... - Where's Szczepkowski?
Sorry, sir!
I was just showing Xavier around the station.
Alright, well, I still need
those property loss reports I asked for by this afternoon.
Yes, sir.
Don't excite him too much.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Thanks again, Bill, for coming in.
Like I said, my grandson likes to get out first thing.
And the police station's a novelty for him.
How long you been working security at the orchard?
15 years.
Ever since I moved here with Jenna.
That's my daughter.
This little guy's mum.
Yeah.
Hey... would you mind?
I gotta fix his formula.
And it's so much easier with two hands.
Here.
Don't look at me.
Please, remain calm. Nourishment is on the way.
Where's Jenna now?
Oh. Out of town.
She's visiting friends, so I'm taking care of Guthrie.
Come on, little fella.
She must miss that little guy.
How long has she gone?
Oh, a couple of weeks.
He has a night nurse while I'm at work.
But otherwise, it's the two of us.
Wow. Must be expensive to have a night nurse for all that time.
I guess that's where a grandparent comes in handy.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta give him his bottle.
If I think of anything else I'll be sure to call.
Come on, little fella.
There we go.
Kinda strange.
Leaving a newborn for two weeks to go visit friends?
If I had a baby I would never leave its field of vision.
Wow. Somebody's biological clock is ticking.
If only there was a woman you were still in love with
who already had a baby you could dote on
if you weren't a total baby yourself.
Marci doesn't want me anymore.
Hey.
So, we tried to get a complete list of the orchard's employees
whose time overlapped with Mr. Borman's.
But the seasonal ones were payed in cash.
No full names, no socials.
Well, look into the ones you do have info on
and see if any of them drove an old van.
Copy that.
That's a longshot.
- I wanna know more about Jenna. - Agreed.
- Let's go talk to my source. - Wait, wait, wait.
We can't afford a new coffee machine,
but we have paid informants now?
Pssh. This isn't Seattle. We don't need paid informants.
The girl was on drugs, I can promise you that.
Mm-hm.
Kathy thinks everyone is on drugs.
That's true too.
Pick a side, Curtis, for once in your life.
And I know she was on drugs for two reasons.
One, she came into my store
asking for a gallon of flat ceiling white paint
to retouch her doorframes.
When everyone knows you need a high-gloss Swiss coffee.
I'm sorry. Back to Jenna. You said...
And also Walt Hasbrow told me
she was mixed up with some lowlife
seasonal apple worker at that orchard.
Walt's pretty sharp.
I heard Walt Hasbrow was a drunk.
Yes, he is.
Curtis, I swear to God.
Sorry, can we just...
Maree Coleman's cousin, who isn't a drunk,
used to work there.
And she told Maree he knocked her up
and left her high and dry.
Did Maree Coleman's cousin give a name for this guy?
Not that I know of.
Does anyone or their cousin know where Jenna is now?
Last I heard she was at Mercy Hospital in Green River.
An inpatient in their rehab wing.
Ooh.
Her dad lied to us.
Of course, that came from Diana Crosby.
And she bounced a two-dollar check on me once
over a bag of three-quarter screws.
- Yes, she did. - Oh, right!
Mm-hm.
I'm starting to like this baby's father as our thief.
He's ticking all the boxes -
into drugs, worked at an orchard.
Plus he's got a new mouth to feed.
Motive, means, opportunity.
Now we just need a name and whereabouts.
Which means we need to talk to Jenna.
Still looking for that van,
but also, you're needed in the interview room.
- Me? What for? - I'm not at liberty to say.
Hmm. Intriguing. I'll catch Dad up on the case.
Pretty sure you're not supposed to be in here.
What's this about?
Cars.
You know more than you say.
Why hide it from your father?
I don't know what you mean.
Ever since you come home,
your father has been moody and irritational,
like small baby.
All he wants is connection with his boy.
Yet... you refuse.
Is affecting our relationship.
- Especially in the bedroom. - Okay!
I'm... just gonna stop you there.
In this country torture is illegal.
Henry, why not help him fix his car?
You would make him so happy.
He's been fixing that car since I was small baby.
It's a never-ending project.
I can't afford that kind of father-son time.
Then find some other way.
And since the father wasn't listed on the birth certificate,
we have to find another way to track this guy down.
Wow. Good work, sweetheart.
Well, as soon I saw that baby
and heard the mum was out of town
I knew something was up.
What single mother leaves her baby
for weeks with its grandfather?
You sure wouldn't.
You would be a great mum,
if you ever stopped playing games
and would settle with somebody.
- And I don't mean Bobby Dougan. - Dad.
We are talking about grand larceny here,
not me and babies.
Yeah, I know. I'm just saying.
Well, you've been "just saying" all morning.
- Can we please talk about work? - Okay.
Why doesn't your brother wanna spend any time with me?
- Dad! - What? That's work.
You work with him, he works for me.
Work talk.
Okay, fine.
I agree that getting this Jenna girl to talk is key.
But it's gonna be tough. Baby daddy situation.
Nine times out of ten
the woman doesn't wanna talk to the cops
'cause she doesn't wanna incriminate her lover, so...
So...
...I go undercover.
As a patient at rehab.
I get close to Jenna, get her to open up that way.
Wouldn't you be recognised?
The hospital's all the away in Green River
and there's nobody there from Eden Vale there, I checked.
Think you can pull it off?
You saw me play Abigail Williams in The Crucible
in seventh grade so you tell me.
You were so good, honey.
I've always wanted to do this.
I can't believe it - my first undercover assignment!
What?
She gets to go undercover? What about me? I should...
- I mean, I could go... - No, no, no. No.
That's not necessary.
Besides, it would look suspicious.
How? No-one could know we're related.
Pfft! But what about genetics?
According to you we're so similar.
Actually, you can't go. Because you'll be with me.
- At the gun range. - The gun... What? Why?
Because... you need to...
get your county firearm certificate.
You've been gone so long it's lapsed
and it needs to be renewed.
Nobody told me that.
Well, I'm telling you now. And it's urgent.
It'll give you two a chance to spend some time together.
I'm really busy.
No, it's non-negotiable, Detective.
Guess we're hitting the gun range.
Attaboy.
Shoplifting.
Probably looking for an adrenaline fix. Am I right?
But you know what the greatest rush of all is, Xavier?
Being of service.
Working toward a common goal to make the world a better place.
You go chasing that high without purpose and discipline
you could find yourself in a world of trouble
in the blink of an eye.
Same thing I drilled into all of my troops.
You were a drill Sergeant?
I'm talking about my Junior Mountaineers.
But I've seen things you wouldn't believe.
Okay, Claire.
This all looks in order.
I just need to do a final verbal check of why you're here.
- Opiates. - I'm sorry?
Pain pills. Got hooked on 'em after my back surgery.
My life's been a train wreck ever since.
- Lost my job... - That's not what I meant.
Started stealing from my mum.
Finally hit rock bottom
when they found me passed out on an airport runway.
Airplane almost landed on me.
Flights had to be diverted, the whole place shut down.
I'm asking you to verify
if you're here for outpatient or inpatient care?
Oh.
Inpatient care.
Thank you.
Hello, inpatient care.
Sir, I know you're her boyfriend,
but calls to patients
are permitted between 4 and 5pm only.
I'll give Jenna your message. Goodbye.
OK, I just need you to sign here.
You know, I could give that patient the message for you
if you just give me her boyfriend's name and number.
Why would she need her own boyfriend's name and number?
Right.
Sorry. It's the pills, man.
I don't even know what I'm saying.
Your treatment navigator will come find you soon.
...counselling, Jenna...
Hey, newbie!
I'm busting out tonight and you're coming with.
What? What?
There's a space under the back gate.
We just gotta steal some sleeping pills,
put them in the nurse's yogurt, and we're home free.
Code red! Lock down Ward Two!
I need you to sit down with your back against the wall.
Oh, damn!
New girl's got stones!
Eh. Barrel must be out of alignment.
That's one explanation.
Hey. You know, this could be our thing.
Father and son, gun range practice.
We could use the time
to spitball ideas about better policing.
Like not arresting juveniles
to fix your stats to win cash prizes from the City Council?
Just not my day.
You know what the 'p' in the EVPD means to me?
I wanna say 'police'
but I feel like you're gonna say something else.
- People. - Okay.
You might think it's all about stats,
but people's perception of Eden Vale is just as important.
You take this guy Gary. My friend with the motor boat.
He was having a hell of a time
with this moose that kept wandering on...
Why are you never here?
I've located Jenna, but...
I'm doin' the best I can, man!
You better have my money when I get outta here!
I swear to God!
I'm going to go ahead and assume
your first undercover job is not going great.
Okay, for your information, I am killing it.
The receptionist took a call from Jenna's boyfriend
but she wouldn't give me his name.
I know the time of the call
and that she typed his name and number into the system...
You can't access their system without blowing your cover.
Exactly.
But I can.
- No, that's not why I'm calling. - I'm on my way.
Wait, wait. You can't just leave.
You have to pass your certification.
Think I just did.
You were saying?
We don't have time for you to get a warrant.
Doctors don't need warrants.
No. No. Henry.
You can't just throw on a lab coat
and pretend to be a doctor.
Pretty sure I can.
7B has presence of occult blood in his stool
confirming my original diagnosis.
No surprise his wife's demanding additional scans
that are costly and irrelevant.
Ten seconds on Google
and they all think they can accurately diagnose
intestinal ischemia or choledocholithiasis.
Moriarty. Gastroenterology.
Tanner. Also Gastroenterology.
Well... it's nice to meet a fellow stomach man.
Choledocholithiasis.
Nailed it!
Once you've got the cross and the corners
you're on easy street.
Yeah?
C'mon, man. You're not timing me.
Why are you showing me this?
I'm supposed to be teaching you stuff.
I thought you could show your friends.
Oh. Right. My, um...
...my friends.
What, you don't have any friends?
No, not here.
My mum got a stupid new job and we had to leave Arizona.
Ah. Arizona. Land of Enchantment.
That's New Mexico.
Well.
Wait, so is that why you shoplifted?
Trying to make friends in a new place?
I know that's why I did it.
You shoplifted?
Yeah. Once.
I wasn't much older than you.
Transferred schools midyear. I didn't know anybody.
What did you steal?
A bunch of refrigerator magnets from the museum gift shop.
I was on a field trip
and I was trying to impress these older kids.
And they dared me to eat a bunch of them, and I did.
But the magnets got stuck together in my intestines
and I had to go to the hospital.
But here's the thing, the doctor never called the police,
because she knew I wasn't a bad kid.
I was just lonely.
I just had to figure out
how to connect with people without perforating my insides.
Well, I don't know what 'perforating' means,
but it sounds bad.
Oh. It's really bad, Xavier.
So, how did you make friends?
By being a people person.
Seeing what's good in people.
Finding something you both like to do
and doing it together.
Think you can do that next time instead of breaking the law?
Mm-hmm.
Shake on it?
Oof!
Great!
Alright, now go empty everyone's trash can.
Mum, Mum, Mum.
First of all, it's not my fault that Zac was watching Saw IV.
I specifically told him
that one was one of the worst ones in the franchise.
Second of all,
even if we could arrest a 13-year-old
for watching an R-rated movie,
we're not allowed to arrest any juvenile offenders
until six PM tonight, by order of the Chief.
You can't ground me.
Mum!
I thought things might change when I had the baby, but...
they got worse.
That loser doesn't deserve to be a father.
Not to my little boy.
Thank you, Jenna.
Anyone else have something that they'd like to share?
Claire?
Oh, well...
I think maybe Jenna should continue.
She seemed to be getting somewhere.
Sharing our trauma is key to our recovery.
This is a safe space.
Well...
My parents split up when I was a kid.
Aw. Mummy and daddy got a divorce.
Is that what made you a drug addict?
I didn't said that, exactly.
Did your dad ever sever your ulnar artery
with a Chinese throwing star
when he was wasted with his buddies?
Did your mum ever try to give you a bath
in a front-loading washing machine when she was high?
Wow, that's...
Shannon.
I'm sorry, that's awful.
But I didn't tell you the best part.
How I found out they were splitting up.
My mum went on a ski trip
with some girlfriends to Lake Tahoe.
And then she called me from a chalet pay phone.
And she told me she was never coming back.
She was divorcing my dad.
And because I was home alone when she called...
...she said I had to break it to him.
And to my little brother.
She said it was gonna be too hard for her
to have that conversation two more times.
I was 11.
I was so nervous to tell my dad that...
...I threw up first.
I remember telling myself...
..."You better toughen up, girl.
You can't let anybody hurt you like that ever again."
And I never have.
Wow.
What an amazing breakthrough.
Claire, I'd really like to punch your mum in the face.
Thank you.
Lola, is it?
Dr. Moriarty, Gastroenterology.
You're needed in Ward 7.
In 12 years, never once have I been summoned to a ward.
Well, medicine, it is a wild frontier. Isn't it?
There's a first time for everything.
What are you doing?
Just...
checking if the diagnosis for one of my patients
is correct.
In the phone log?
Yes. One of the contacts from her file was missing.
We've been discussing Mr. Sanchez in room 5A.
I trust you're familiar with his condition?
Yes. Sanchez, 5A.
Of course. It's an interesting case.
I'd like to continue administering warfarin
during his treatment for DVT.
However, I am concerned about his history of Afib
and am considering rivaroxaban
as a more appropriate anti-coagulation prophylaxis.
What do you think we should do?
Well, warfarin administration has its risks.
And since I'm not the lead doctor on the case...
I know you're not,
but I'd like to hear the opinion of a fellow expert.
What do you propose?
I...
propose we avoid the dangers of a malpractice suit
by bringing in an outside professional
and washing our hands of any potential blame.
That's what I was thinking too.
Whatever gets us back on the golf course.
What you said in the session,
that was really brave.
Thanks. You too.
Tears a hole, doesn't it?
When someone you thought loved you
just treats you like you're nothing.
Your baby's father... Who is he?
I don't mean to pry.
I'm just trying to understand what you've been through.
He's the kinda guy that only cares about getting rich quick.
And me having his kid kinda got in the way of that.
So, screw him.
- You know? - Yeah.
And where is...
There you are!
Sorry about before, but we need to talk.
Figure out the plan for tonight.
The crow flies at sunset.
Uh... no.
Hi, EVPD. Would you mind holding?
- Hi. How can I help you? - It's our automatic gate.
Some kids jammed a bunch of rocks into its track
and derailed it.
So now it's stuck in the open position.
Okay, so, another report of vandalism.
They're very expensive gates
made from ethically sourced timber.
To be clear,
that is not the main reason we're reporting this.
Oh, no, we're just concerned
about our town's young people going the wrong path.
You young people are so important.
You're our most vital natural resource.
Okay, if you go sit down
someone will be with you shortly.
Sit down?
Hi, ma'am, you wanna report a robbery? Mm-hm.
- Do you mind holding again? - What the hell is going on?
Kids are on a mini crime spree.
Statues are being vandalised, dumpsters are on fire,
kids stealing candy from the gas station!
It's the juvie 'Purge'!
It's like they know they can't be arrested.
Wait a minute.
Where's Xavier?
Hey! I've been looking for you.
Hey.
You look ridiculous.
So, I got through to Jenna.
She said her baby's father abandoned them
because, quote, "all he cares about is getting rich quick."
How'd you get her to open up?
I... made up some sob story in group therapy that won her over.
Anyway, all the pieces fit but we still don't have a name.
Yes, we do.
Dave Schneider, he lives in Birch Creek,
and Ray just called to say she found a van on CCTV.
- Guess who it's registered to? - Dave Schneider?
I'm guessing it's got carpet.
Uh... Just give me the pills, doc!
Please calm down
or I'll place you in the safety room.
- Being undercover is super fun. - I kinda don't wanna go back.
- See you later. - Okay.
David Schneider?
Detectives Hickman and Hickman, Eden Vale PD.
Nice carpet. For a van.
Extra padding so the apples don't bruise?
David Schneider, you are under arrest for drug trafficking
and theft of intellectual property.
Theft of what?
Miles Borman's Golden Zest apple tree.
What did you do? Sell it to a competitor?
Someone stole Miles' tree?
Last night you broke in and you took it.
We have footage of your van at the scene
and we found its carpet fibres in the cage.
Last night I was in Vancouver!
I have been all week. I have proof.
Then why was your van there? Did you lend it to somebody?
- Who'd you lend it to, Dave? - Wait a minute.
He's not our guy. He's not the baby's father, anyway.
He has blue eyes and so does Jenna.
And that's a big deal because...?
Our old friend genetics.
The baby has brown eyes.
The chances of two blue-eyed parents
producing a brown-eyed baby are statistically insignificant.
Well, who's the baby's father?
And who stole the tree?
You know who has brown eyes?
Miles Borman is your baby's father, isn't he?
That's why they both have brown eyes.
Dave and I broke up.
I finally saw him for who he really was.
Miles found me upset, and he took care of me.
He invited me over, he listened...
and then...
- We're not judging you at all. - Not for that, anyway.
So... wait.
You made up all that stuff about your mum in group therapy?
No.
What stuff?
Uh... please, go on, Jenna.
Miles had always been nice to me.
Even when I was messed up on drugs.
I thought maybe he really did like me.
But I was an idiot
to think he'd care about our baby.
He already had one.
That stupid tree.
It's all he talked about, how it was gonna make him millions.
So, you stole it as revenge?
When I told him I was pregnant
he gave me a measly three grand,
then made me sign an agreement
saying that we had no claim to his estate.
He made it sound like I'd tricked him
into getting me pregnant so I could trap him.
I told you, he doesn't deserve to be a father.
Not even to a tree.
How did you do it?
I called Dave
and I asked if I could borrow his van while he was away.
But he didn't know what I was going to do.
And I snuck out of here.
I know I did the wrong thing.
But how could Miles treat his own child that way?
You could spend your whole life trying to figure that one out.
Am I going to jail?
For what?
Sounds to me like the work of anonymous fruitleggers.
- What? - What?
Probably working for a rival company,
wanted to destroy the competition,
keep a tree off the market.
Case closed, as far as I'm concerned.
Only question is...
what happened to the tree?
Any ideas?
I think they probably planted it.
Somewhere where people who are having a rough time
could enjoy the apples for free.
You really surprised me today.
I told you I'd easily pass for a doctor.
People naturally trust me.
I mean letting Jenna off the hook.
- You disapprove? - No.
I'm just curious as to why.
Well, babies need as much love and care as they can get.
So what's worse?
Bending the rules to cut a young mum some slack?
Or giving her a criminal record
that jeopardises her son's future?
Oh, the greater good?
That sounds a like a move from the Big Hank playbook.
What? No, that's not...
I'm not saying you two are exactly alike,
but, you know, genetics.
Me turning a blind eye because it's the right thing to do
and Dad gaming the system to make himself look better
are two very different things.
Okay. If you say so.
You were right about us, though.
Yeah, I think in some ways maybe we are alike.
Maybe I need to work on letting people in a little more.
Maybe?
So do you. With Dad.
What's going on around here?
You go to rehab for five minutes and all hell breaks loose!
You go ahead, I've gotta make a quick call.
Okay.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Hey, Mum, it's Lou Hickman, your first child.
We last spoke the day after my birthday.
Um... It's 5:30 my time.
I have some things I need to say.
Bradley, do you copy?
Copy, Ray, I'm here.
Good news.
Time is officially up
so we can start arresting these little sons of...
these juveniles again.
Over.
Copy, Ray. Stand by.
This is Bradley, I'm pursuing two juvenile taggers.
Offenders are on foot, and appear to be friends.
Repeat, friends. Over.
It was the alternator.
What did you do?
Fixed it, is all you need to know.
So, the job's done.
No, wait. It's not done.
I mean... gotta have new paint
and the bumpers, right?
The brand-new stereo?
Huh?
We'll get to all that.
Yeah.