All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-(UNLOCKING DOOR)
-WOMAN: Mark!

Mark?

(SNIFFING)

Mark, something up here
is leaking schmutz
through my ceiling.

Mark! Are you here?

(THUD)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Okay, okay, someone's
gonna lose an eye.

Um, how come
I don't see underwear?

Remember, last time
you went to Daddy's,

Principal Velasco has
made it very clear
commando equals no, no.

Yes! Thank you.

Daddy's sofa-bed
hurts my butt.

You tell Daddy
that he should sleep
on the sofa.

He certainly has had
enough practice.

-Daddy only has icky juice.
-I can't help you
out there, honey.

You two pack more
for an overnight
than a grown woman.

Sit on this.
I need your help.

Here we go. Yes!

Why can't Daddy have
a sleepover at our house?

I will explain that to you
in 20 years.

BOYS: Our house!
Our house! Our house!

(LAUGHS)

No more daddy sleepovers.

-Excuse me?
-The boys come home exhausted,
unbathed, missing eyebrows...

Eyebrow! It's just the one.

You want quality time
with your sons...
New deal.

-We're nesting.
-Is that like spooning?

Definitely not.
You come to the house,
I go away.

Wait, so you want
a weekly vacation
from your life?

Why not?
You take a daily vacation
from yours.

-Well played.
-Look, this is what's best
for me,

which is all that
really matters.

(LAUGHS) You do realize
you just said
that last part out loud.

But it also happens to be
what's best for the boys.

Fine, and I'm assuming
you don't wanna stay
at my apartment.

God, no!
You have icky juice.

(SLURPING)

(SIGHS) I booked a hotel room.

-It only cost me
75,000 Duane Reade points.
-(PHONE RINGING)

-It is booked.
-Broderick.

Be at the house at 6:00.

Ethan's dad is dropping off
the boys.

-Don't be late.
-We're on it.

Did you even hear
what I said?

Eyebrow, nesting,
6:00 sharp, Ethan's dad.

I got it. You got a body
at Sixth and Avenue A.

Do not expect an I.D.
anytime soon.

Corpse was dissolved
in sulfuric acid
which contaminated DNA

and which also dissolved
Co's fingerprints
and facial features.

-Co?
-Gender neutral pronoun.

Went to
a touchy-feely college.

You had a childhood?

Thought you came
out of the womb

with a five o'clock shadow
and a lab coat.

Even money is on this being
the apartment owner,
Mark Harris.

This could be 5'10",
160 pounds.

I should be able
to salvage the teeth
to compare dental records.

Otherwise, it's gonna be
a bit difficult to determine

without skin, sexual organs,
full cranium.

Way to bring the party down.

You see something?

I see nothing.

Where's this guy's stuff?

My house is straight out
of Hoarders.

Lillian as in Gish,
Greenberg as in Hank.

Your references are even older
than mine.

-Who's this one?
-My partner.

-Hubba hubba.
-Back at you.

Mrs. Greenberg,
when was the last time
you saw Mark Harris?

Friday. He always takes out
my trash cans.

Sweet boy!
It's just him and me.

The third unit's owned
by some skanky
trust-fund girl,

who's away in Europe
all the time being a whore.

Her mother must be proud.

Okay, so no sign
of forced entry,
TV and stereo's still here.

-Nothing like robbery.
-Victim probably
knew his killer.

What else can you tell us
about Mark?

Uh, for the longest time
he was a hermit
who didn't say boo.

He worked at home,
he never went dancing.

Must have gone
for a lot of hand lotion
if you know what I mean.

I wish I didn't.

Finally, he met
a darling girl, Corrine.

Might this be
the happy couple?

Yes, darling.

Suddenly, he became
a social butterfly.

And he had lots
of parties here.

You would never know it
by how neat it is.

-Looks more like a hotel.
-You're obsessing.

Most of us like
a clean house there,
Pig Penny.

No need
for name calling, jerko.

All right,
total ray of sunshine.

Tech's telling me
they got more prints
and DNA in here

than Penn Station
at Christmas.

Mark's bed didn't exactly pass
the black light test.

-Hello!
-And goodbye to early check-in
at my hotel.

Finding a needle
in that dirty haystack
could take us all night.

-We might luck out
and get a hit.
-Speaking of.

Can I hit that?

Thanks.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

Just... Just one more.
Come on.

The apparent victim was quite
the low-profile New Yorker.

My great-aunt Milison has
more of an Internet presence.

You can follow her
on Instagram.

How you doing
on dental records?

15,946 dentists in
Manhattan alone.

Well, start making some calls.

On it.

-Did you rearrange the desks?
-It's a feng shui thing.

The new floor plan
really promotes the free flow
of creative energy.

-And?
-Laura doesn't like
sitting by you.

Crime scene techs pulled
a print off of a steak knife
in Mark Harris's apartment.

Could be the murder weapon,
assuming he was diced before
he was pureed.

Someone's been watching
too much Food Network.

Matches two. Carlo Corelli,

priors for fraud,
lewd conduct, petty larceny.

Last known address is
in Hackensack.

-Track them down.
-Boom shakalaka!

Carlo Corelli tweeted
a mere nine minutes ago,

"At site, bring cash,
no cameras."

Sounds potentially
incriminating.

-Tracing the IP address.
-Oh, no. I can...

254 Bond Street.
Forwarding to Laura.

Show off!

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

As they say, there's a lid
for every pot.

Whoa! (LAUGHS)

NYPD.
Which gentleman is Carlo?

Over there.

BILLY: Hey!

Excuse me, I gotta...

You might wanna ease up
on the carbs.

All right, let's go, let's go,
everybody home.

Get home safe.

Talk to us about Mark Harris.

I've never even heard
of that individual.

Carlo, please.

We found your fingerprints
all over his steak knife.

-Where were you last weekend?
-Here!

I throw these functions
regularly.

It's all on my website,
averychubbyaffair.net.

Dot com was taken.

-What planet is this?
-If you don't believe me,
you can quite easily check.

-So, you're on parole.
-Hmm, barely, past curfew.

Thus my attempted
exit stage left.

So when we check,
we're gonna find

that you weren't anywhere
near Sixth and Avenue A.

Sixth and A?

-Mark H.
-Yeah, Mark H.

-You do know him.
-Only via the Internet.

Last month, I hosted a week
of these gatherings
at his apartment.

So, is he one of you?

Haven't a clue.

I just rented his apartment
off of nypadexchange.com.

NY whose... What?

It's a peer-to-peer apartment
rental website.

If you're going out of town,
you post some photos
of your residence

-and a stranger will
rent it from you.
-No, really!

What planet is this?

Who would let someone
they didn't know
stay in their home?

It's the trust economy.

But agreed, I would never let
my place be rented.

All kind of deviants
out there, hmm.

Really, bro?

We're on Mark's
NY Pad Exchange page.

And head back to the apartment
and go through everything,

and see what you can
find over there
and I'll call you back.

-How many renters did he have?
-BOTH: 84!

-Are you kidding me?
-Nope.

And any one of them could have
copied Mark's keys,
let themselves in

and given him an acid bath.

Okay, most likely
suspect would be
this weekend's renter,

namely one, Cody Roberts,
who is particularly suspicious

because A, he has a porn name.
Cody Roberts.

But also B, no profile pic,
no personal info on the site,

zero web presence,
he is a ghost.

No Internet presence
just like our victim.

Could be a coincidence,
but unlikely.

We've searched
all Mark's files.

No rental agreement paperwork.

Not surprising.

Nobody under 40 prints out
hard copies anymore.

I so knew that.
My peeps.

-Mmm-hmm.
-I was 30, like,
five minutes ago.

Long minutes. (CLEARS THROAT)

All right, so,
what are we theorizing?

Cody rents the unit,
possibly to use it
for something more illicit

than an anything-goes party.

Maybe he catches Cody
in the act,
Cody takes him down.

(KEYS JINGLING)

-(DOOR OPENS)
-(GUNS COCKING)

-NYPD!
-Don't move!

-Whoa! Don't shoot.
I... I live here.
-Mark Harris?

This is insane.

I'd rented out my place
dozens of times just to
make a few extra bucks.

I never thought...

And you were away all weekend?

We just caught the Jitney
back from the Hamptons.

Cody was supposed
to leave tonight.

Yeah, well,
judging by the remains
we found in that bathtub,

it looks like Cody
checked out for good.

-What do you know about him?
-Uh, not much.

Um, he picked up
the keys on Friday.

-He seemed like a nice guy.
-We only spoke to him
for a minute.

Did you notice
anything suspicious?

This is random,
but a black Escalade
was parked across the street.

A woman was inside
watching the block.

Figured she was spying
on a cheating husband.

Long shot,
but we'll check it out.

Do you notice anything
missing or out of place?

Here, bedroom...

Not missing...

I clean a drawer out
for renters to use.

This must be Cody's stuff.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

-Hey, Dad.
-Hey, boys.

Ethan, you wanna come
check out my room?

-Hey, Ethan.
-I'm so sorry we're late.

Uh, you're not Ethan's dad.

Uh, no, no,
I'm Ethan's mom.

-Nora.
-Jake! No worries
about being late.

I was just doing some laundry.

Wow!

It is so refreshing
to see a man actually

take some responsibility
around the house.

(CHUCKLES)

Not like my ex.

He flaked tonight,
last minute as usual.

And I had to race
to get the boys from soccer.

Well, I'm just learning
the divorced parents
shuffle myself.

Well, I also blew it
and didn't have a chance
to feed them.

-So, they're
probably starving.
-No sweat.

I'll just order some pizza,
why don't you and Ethan
join us?

Uh...

Okay, sure. Thanks.

Amazing news!
I found Mark's dentist.

Better news!
We found Mark alive.

Never mind then.

Background check
on Cody Roberts
came up goose eggs.

Prints were lifted from
his possessions,
aren't on file,

could be a fake name,
an alias.

Oh! Hello, little clue.

Melody Buddies.
Oh...

No, it's one of those
mommy and me music classes.

Tomorrow's 9:00 a.m. class
is circled.

Maybe Cody's a divorced dad,
kid's in the class.

I think I'll be sick tomorrow.

I swore that I would
never go back.

Laura, come on.

It's a bunch of little kids
singing and dancing.
Can't be that bad.

You, my friend,
have a lot to learn
about the joys of parenting.

Now if you'll excuse me,
my king size
hotel bed is calling.

A cop?

-That's incredible.
-Captain, actually.

Wow!

It's just a job.

My ex is a plumber.

He unclogs toilets.

That's just a job.
You... You save lives.

Well, yeah, I try to.

It's so dangerous.
Don't you get scared?

I'd like to say no,
but I am human so, yeah.

And I just try and remember,
it's not about me,

it's about making
the city safe
for my kids and yours.

Well...

Thank you.

For the kids.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOUTHING)

Mmm.

(MOANING)

Hi. (GIGGLES)

Goodbye, Cartoon Network.
Hello, Bravo.

And heaven.

(SIGHS)

Worst invention
since Gymboree.

But I came prepared.

Ear plugs?
What don't you have
in that bag?

Oh, I snagged all kinds
of free stuff from
the hotel room, here.

Want that?

You know you have to pay
for all this, right?

-What?
-Oh, yeah.

Oh, well.

Pretty loose definition
of Melody and Buddies.

-We need to time share
those ear plugs.
-No, I got you covered.

Straight men stand out
like a sore thumb
at these classes.

It's all just moms,
gay dads and nannies.

Good to be me.

(ALL SINGING)

-Brutal, huh?
-(CHUCKLING) Tell me about it.

You, um, waiting for someone?

You too, huh?

Cody better hurry up
and get here.
My ears are bleeding.

-Is that an ear plug?
-Oh, I ain't playing.

(LAUGHS)

Nothing a little Christy
won't cure.

Christy?

Is that a friend of Cody's?

Christy?

You know, Crystal?

Meth! Oh!

Keep it down, newbie.

Sorry, sorry. I'm just...
I'm crashing really hard.

Just... Cody better
get here fast.

Well, Cody's not coming.

But you're coming with me.

I was just so tired.

Lunch boxes,
morning drop-off, the baby's
endless stream of diapers.

I was losing my mind.

Anyway, then one day
I met Cody.

And he said that
he had something
to make all that go away.

Babysitter and a maid.
Oh, no.

-Crystal meth.
-Okay, you can mock,
but it's amazing.

Weight loss, endless patience,
constant euphoria.

Cleaning the house
never felt so good.

Little mother's helper.

I've got to admit,
it sounds great.

Until you remember that
it's an illegal addictive drug
that ruins lives.

Okay, tell me about Cody.

-Where did you meet him?
-He showed up
one day at class.

He was sweet.
He even had this s-s-stutter
when he was n-n-nervous.

I trusted him. So...

When he offered me a sample,
I thought, why not?

-He said all the moms
are doing it.
-Smart sales pitch.

-So, did you ever see him
anywhere else?
-No.

But one time,
I got stuck in a PTA meeting
and I had to miss the class.

I was totally freaking out.
I thought I was gonna
chew my lips off.

Anyway, uh,
so I texted him.

And he said that
just this once
as a special favor,

I could score
from his partner.

A partner?
Okay, what's his name?

I don't know,
I never saw the guy.

How did you get the drugs?

There's a rollerblade
rental place out
in the Rockaways

near Beach and 118th.

You rent a pair
of rollerblades,
size six and three-quarters.

That's not a size.

Exactly.

I'd like to rent a pair.

Size six and three-quarters.

-So you rent the blades,
then what?
-He gives you a locker

to put your street shoes in.

You put 200 bucks
in the left shoe.

You go away
and come back
20 minutes later,

you've burned 500 calories

and there's a week's supply
in your shoe.

So, wait at the locker
and bust the drop.

Piece of cake.

(WHISTLES)

-MAN: (SHOUTS) Hey!
-(GIRLS SCREAMING)

Excuse me!
Excuse me!

(GUN COCKING)

(GRUNTS)

Hold it, hold it.
Don't move!

I said don't move!

Don't make me shoot you.
Come on, man!

Get down.

(EXPLOSION)

(COUGHING)

Okay, you are under arrest,
Sketch.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Wait!
You're the police?

Oh, thank God.

Who did you think we were?

Jimmy's muscle.

Thank you.

Who's Jimmy?

A freaking psychopath
and the biggest
meth dealer in the city.

Well, if you are just
a penny ante dealer

slinging crystal on the beach,
why'd Jimmy want you dead?

'Cause Cody was my partner
and word in the street

was that Jimmy
had him whacked,
so I figured I was next.

So you blew up your house?

Yeah, it was a booby trap.
It's pretty sick, right?

That is a word for it, yes.

I mean, you know, it gave me
a chance to escape

if Jimmy's people showed up.

But instead you're
being arrested for
selling meth and arson.

Exactly, you see, it was just
a simple misunderstanding.

Is there a brain in your head?

Tell us about Cody.

He was Jimmy's
best dealer 'cause
he didn't look like a dealer.

So, what did he
look like exactly?

You know, normal,
no tats, no scars,
just kinda nerdy like.

So, safe. No wonder
the meth moms
gravitated towards him.

That was Jimmy's idea,
you know.

An untapped market,
Jimmy made a lot of dough.

If Cody was so good,
then why did Jimmy
want him dead?

Cody wanted out.
Quit the game, go straight.

But you don't quit Jimmy
and live.

Where do we find Jimmy?

Hey, look,
I don't know who Jimmy is,
much less where he is.

Okay?

Okay, slick, listen.

You even want a shot
at a plea bargain,

then I'm gonna need
more than that.

All I know is Cody picked up
the liquid meth from a cook
at a bodega downtown.

All right?

LAURA: Looks like
Cody's partner told the truth.

This isn't your typical
mom and pop shop.

I'll keep you posted.

I'm low on peanut butter
and bubblegum mouthwash,

but I'm feeling
this isn't the place.

You got that right.
I have a gun in that
wooden shop in there.

LAURA: Oh!

I'm guessing
that isn't Sprite.

Liquid meth.

The old Breaking Bad days
where you cook it from
scratch are old school.

Now, you just pour and fry.

Like my pancakes.

Shall we?

All units, we're moving in.

LAURA: Excuse me?

We're gonna need
to take those.

Bloomberg's out of office,
but his war on sugar
isn't over, so...

Is there a problem here,
mamacita?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Okay, hey.
Hey, easy, muchacho.

Who're you calling boy, guera?

Who're you calling guera, boy?

What's a guera?

White lady.

Fair enough.
Okay, I'll tell you what.

Let's put the name
calling aside.

We need to confiscate
those bottles.

Aw!

Big mistake.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(YELLING)

Hands behind your back.
Behind your back.

Punching a cop?

How much meth are you on?

-Bite me, guera.
-What?

I am so sorry, Detective.

Excuse me?

I tried to pull back,
but I had to
make it look real.

Am I missing something here?

Alejandro Padilla, DEA.

I'm long term undercover.

If I hadn't clocked you
like that

you and your partner
could've blown my operation.

I'm calling the New York
division to confirm.

Give them operation code
Tango-X-ray-Victor-Five.

My handler will give you
all the confirmation
that you need.

Who's your target?

The biggest new meth supplier
in the city, goes by Jimmy.

-What about a last name?
-That's all I got.

I've been working
this group for six months,
haven't laid eyes on him.

We are looking at Jimmy
for homicide.

Not surprised.

People who cross
Jimmy have a way of
disappearing permanently.

Do you have any leads?

I just got word today
that the weekly shipment
is coming in tomorrow.

If Jimmy
shows up for the drop,
we bust the entire ring.

And just maybe, Cody's killer.

You checked out.

And your office approved
a joint NYPD-DEA operation

to hit Jimmy's meth
shipment tomorrow...

-On one condition.
-Which is?

We get dibs on
Jimmy and the box.

Murder trumps meth.

I got no problem letting
you get first shot.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I'll avoid the arrest
of you and your crew

and get you back on the street
before the meet goes down.

Deal.

But I have a condition too.

Hmm?

Hook me up with that sexy
redheaded detective.

Don't even think about it.

(HANDCUFFS RATTLING)

(SNIFFLES)

(BUZZES)

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

Nora, is everything
all right? Is Ethan...

No, he's fine. I just dropped
him off at his dad's. But...

Big surprise, my ex was
acting like a complete jerk.

-Come on in.
-I'm just so upset
and I was in the area

and I really needed
to talk to somebody who...

-Gets it?
-Yeah.

Believe me, I do.

Dealing with exes is
a special kind of hell.

I mean, you love them,
they're the parent
of your child,

-but sometimes you wanna...
-Kill them?

Cuff me now, Detective.
I'm as guilty as charged.

-Can I get you a drink?
-Yeah.

(BUZZES)

It's just not okay for him
to say these things
to Ethan about me.

I mean, I may not be
as thin as his anorexic
spin instructor, but...

I mean...

Do I look fat to you?

Fat?

You look great.

The next man in your life
is gonna treat you

much better than
your ex ever did.

Okay.

Hey, hey. Are you all right?

I'm... I'm fine. It's just...

You're a really nice guy.

I'm not used to talking
to someone like you.

-I'm sorry.
-No, there's no need to be.

And you're gonna be okay.

Oh!

No, I...

I... I can't do this.
Not in Laura's house.

It used to be your house.

For easy access.

Nora, we are not having sex.

My boys are upstairs.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-Is everything all right?

Yeah, we're all good.

You don't sound all good.
I'm coming home.

No, no, no.

You'll wake the boys up.

Well, good. 'Cause
I need some hugs.

Laura, look, just...
just enjoy the hotel.

Have another massage on me.

I... I've got this.
We're all good.

-If you say so.
-Okay, bye.

(EXHALES)

Daddy?

-Hey, buddy.
-Hey, Daddy.

You okay?

Why were you wrestling
with Ethan's mommy?

Don't be silly.
You're dreaming.

Ethan and his mommy
were here last night.

Oh, okay.

Okay. Come on,
let's get you back to bed.

I'm gonna bust him and
then I'm gonna kill him.

Then I'm gonna tap dance
on his grave.

Tell me how you really feel.

Jimmy sells meth to moms.

Over-worked,
under-appreciated,
stressed-out moms.

Hanging is too good for him.

Couple of nights in
a swanky hotel

has done wonders
for your stress levels.

There's some things that
room service and a high thread
count can't cure.

Oh, truck's pulling in.

Looks like something
is about to go down.

Okay, all teams,
hold your positions,

-wait for the hand-off.
-OFFICER: Roger that.

Hold.

Hold.

-Okay, now. Go, go, go.
-Yes.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Move it!

Let's go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Turn around!

-Let's see it!
-Turn around!

-Yes!
-LAURA: Yes!

(CHUCKLES)

Hands behind your back.

Grab the woman.

Blonde hair, sunglasses,
white coat,

on your eastern perimeter.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

OFFICER: Stop right there!

Get down.

JAKE: How did you know
the kingpin was
actually a queen?

Who but another woman

would know that bone-tired,
exhausted moms

were an untapped market
for crystal meth.

Oh, I can't wait
to get her in the box.

That came out wrong.

I know what you meant.

But Jimmy is lawyered up
and isn't saying squat.

Oh, damn it.

If I can't question her,
I could still put her
in a line-up.

We got a witness that
I don't know about?

Mark.

The guy who rented
his apartment to Cody Roberts

said that he saw a woman
staking out the building
the other night.

Maybe he could place Jimmy
at the scene of the crime.

It's a Hail Mary,
but it's all we got,
let's try it.

(LAURA CLEARS THROAT)

(MARK SIGHS)

I won't bring anyone in
until you're ready.

Do you need some water?

No, I'm okay.

This whole thing has
just really shaken me up.

I can't stand to be in
the apartment anymore.

What was in the tub.

I can't stop
thinking about it.

Him. Ugh!

I think we're gonna
get away for a few weeks,
sit on a beach.

Think happy thoughts.

Sounds like a great idea.

Ready when you are.

Are you sure she can't see me?

I promise.

She will not see your face,
she will not know your name.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Okay. Bring them in.

OFFICER: Line up against
the wall, please.

Do you see anyone
you recognize?

(STAMMERING) Number...

(CLEARS THROAT)

(STAMMERING) Number two.

That's... That's her.

She's the one I saw.

He even had this s-s-stutter
when he was n-n-nervous.

Great.

Great.

Uh, we just have some
paperwork to fill out and
a few questions to ask.

Of course.
(CLEARS THROAT)

No problem.

He picked Jimmy
out of the lineup.

Good call. Looks like we found
ourselves Cody's killer.

Jimmy's guilty of
a lot of things,
but not killing Cody.

I don't understand.
He picked her out
of the lineup.

We have motive
and opportunity.

What am I missing?

The right victim.

Jimmy didn't kill Cody,

because Cody is sitting
next to my desk,
right now.

Do you really think
that unassuming guy

is a criminal mastermind
and a ruthless killer?

He crushed at selling meth
because he's an
unassuming guy.

I think Cody's old partner
did say he was
something of a nerd.

I know he wanted out,
a vacation from his life.

But you don't quit
Jimmy and live.

So Cody decides to
stage his own death,

assume a new identity,

he scrolls down
NY Pad Exchange
and finds the perfect victim.

Which was Mark, a loner
who looked sort of like Cody.

No social life,
no web presence

and his only neighbor
was a half-blind old lady.

And because neither
had a criminal record,

we couldn't use his prints
to prove that he was lying
about his identity.

Which explains the acid bath.

Cody deliberately erased
all identifying features
to cover his tracks.

He figured that we would ID
the victim as Cody
and the killer as Jimmy.

And Cody walks away
with a new identity.

And his scary old boss
behind bars.

Flawless plan.

But Cody couldn't
get rid of his own flaw.

His stutter.

So, how do we prove it?

Let's see how well
Cody knows his doppelganger.

What kind of questions?

Police Department order
14-3 mandates

we ask all witnesses
to complete a quality
control survey.

Waste of time, but...

I gotta ask or our funding
gets (CLICKS TONGUE) cut.

Bureaucracy sucks.
Help me out.

Ask away.

What is your mother's
maiden name?

-Missinger.
-Hmm.

-What hospital
were you born in?
-St. Francis.

-Which city were you born in?
-Roslyn.

Where did you attend
junior high school?

Roslyn Middle.

-Who was your
sixth grade teacher?
-Mrs. Buxbomb.

What exactly does this have
to do with quality control?

Oh, you can take it up
with City Hall.

Buxbomb...
That's a name.

Listen, I... I really
wanna help you out,
but I have a flight to catch.

Have a nice trip.

What're you so happy about?

Max checked out
all his answers,
he nailed every question,

and maybe he is
who he says he is.

Who was your
sixth grade teacher?

I don't know.
Some blonde lady.

Exactly. No one remembers that
minutia right off the bat.

Cody has every detail of
Mark's life down pat. Too pat.

You're forgetting one
very important detail.

Mark's girlfriend Corrine...

I mean, how does she
fit into this theory?

She must be Cody's girlfriend.

Who became
Mark's fake girlfriend
to study his life.

Or maybe that's just
a bunch of crazy talk.

And she's just
an innocent pawn.

(SCOFFS) I don't think so.

"I don't think so"
is a long way

from proof beyond
reasonable doubt.

Not a problem.

There's one way to prove it
beyond all doubt.

Detectives,
may I present Mark's
dentist, Dr. Chang?

Thanks for coming down,
Dr. Chang.

Hey, my pleasure.
I've never been in
a police precinct before.

Wow, you've dodged a bullet.

I can't tell you
how many dentists
I've arrested

for getting
a little too friendly with
their anesthetized patients.

Oh-ho, not me.

I use nitrous, you know,
laughing gas.

More fun than
a barrel of monkeys.

If the monkeys don't have
a crippling dental phobia.

So you brought Mark Harris'
dental records?

-Right here.
-Thanks.

All right, is this Mark?

I think so.
It's been a few years, but...

I pay more attention
to the chompers than the face.

(LAUGHS)

I think someone
is self-medicating
on laughing gas.

Well, this is the first time
in my career

that I've been asked to
compare autopsy dentals

with a guy who's
alive and well.

Or is he?

If the corpse in the tub
was the real Mark Harris,

then the x-rays you took
should be an exact match.

Well, they are not.

-Sorry, Laura.
-DR. CHANG: He's right.

These two mouths are as
different as our hairstyles.

This doesn't make sense.
I am certain this guy
is an impostor.

Sorry it didn't work out.

Come see us for
your next exam.

We specialize in treating
dental phobics.

And we have Pac-Man.

(SIGHS) I think it's time to
throw in the towel.

I mean,
for your theory to hold,

Cody would've had to
somehow switch out
those dental records.

Gah!

-Son of a bitch!
-What?

He did.

Huh!

Corrine, you naughty girl!

The apartment has been
completely cleared.

Looks like Cody's on the run.

All right, all right. Thanks.

Got an APB out on both
him and the girlfriend.

Homeland put them both
on the no-fly list.

Max, where are we
on financials?

Credit cards
and bank statements
are both frozen.

Gonna be hard to run
with no do-re-mi.

WOMAN: Yoo-hoo,
I need a detective.

No, the redheaded
lady detective.

Maureen O'Hara with a gun.

Over there.

Mrs. Greenberg.

Oh, there you are,
pretty lady.

Are you okay?

No, I'm certainly not.

I got to the checkout
line at D'Agostino's,

I put my hand in my bag
and my wallet was missing.

Maybe you left it at home.

I'm not an idiot.
Someone lifted it.

Does Mark have a key
to your apartment?

Yes, for an emergency.
Just like I have his.

Although, a lot of
good that did.

We have an APB out
on Cody Roberts.

But no one looking for
Lillian Greenberg.

-Max?
-Already on it.

Here we go.

Lillian Greenberg's
credit card statements.

Lot of cat toys.

I'm an indulgent mother.
Sue me.

Lookie here, an hour ago
she purchased

two tickets on a Greyhound
to Boca, tonight.

I certainly did not.

Such a bunch of yentas
in Boca.

Here we go.

We'll stake out Port Authority
for our boy Cody.

Hold your horses. You might be
able to catch him sooner.

He's going from ATM to ATM
in his neighborhood

pulling cash from
all her accounts.

Get away cash.

Don't leave home without it.

OFFICER OVER PA:
Put your hands
where we can see them!

Hell of a solve.

Gotta admit,
I doubted you big time.

What else is new?
Thankfully, I ignored you.

What else is new?

Uh, Sammy is picking
the boys up at the house
in 15.

On my way. I'm in sweet
little boy withdrawal.

So, nesting?

-I'm over it.
-Thank God.

Nora on Two.

Nora?

Hey. How are...

You left what in
my ex-wife's house?

Who's up for ketchup
and pickle sandwiches?

BOTH: Ew. No.

Everyone's a critic.

Delivery man.

Hello?

Oh, I was...
I decimated your fridge
so brought Chinese food.

That's so thoughtful.

Well, you know me.

I do know you.

Which is why I'm confused
about the Chinese food.

BOY: The pink monster
will eat you.

(GROWLING)

The pink monster will eat you.

No.

(CHUCKLES)

Pink monster is not
a play thing.

You were playing with it
in my dream.

That was a nightmare,
actually.

And I suggest that
you forget about it.

-LAURA: Dinner's ready.
-(EXCLAIMS)

Moo shu, going once, moo shu.
Going twice.

-I only want the outside!
-Me too.

Only eat the outside?
The healthy stuff is
on the inside.

The healthy stuff
is disgusting.

Well, if you eat
the healthy stuff,

look what you get afterwards.

Fortune cookies!

JAKE: Fortune cookies!

Duck sauce.

(INDISTINCT)

Who's ready?

(GRUNTING)