All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(ALARM BEEPING)

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Come and get it!

Paul Bunyan's
sandwich special.
Only a dollar-ninety...

Nice kicks, Mama.

-That Velcro?
-The boys and I have
gone lace free.

Gains me a good extra
90 seconds of sleep at night.

-Okay, score!
-Tell me about it.

-And they padding
on these bad boys?
-Uh-huh?

-It's like walking on
loafs of Wonder Bread.
-Mmm-mmm!

Remind me to get a pair.

What do we got, Reynaldo?

Single shot from behind,
close range.

Looks like a .38.

Lividity places your
time of death about 5:00 a.m.

Few bucks, I.D.

Tyler Cole, 22,
Washington Heights address.

Long way from home.

Dog walker/mugging gone bad?

Professional dog walkers
don't roll around in Tom Burke
black label peacoats.

Didn't understand
any of those words.

But the shooter doesn't bother
with the wallet, the watch,

whatever you just said.

Tom Burke
black label peacoat.

Okay. (SIGHS)

No, there's another reason
this kid was killed.

You text us if you get
any information
from the neighbors.

-Yes, sir.
-Let's head up to the Heights.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Who did this, Greta?

And don't say the cat.

-Your latte, Captain Jake.
-Max, it's either Captain
or Jake. We're not pirates.

That is damn good.

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it.
'Cause you never know when
it might be your last latte.

-Deputy Comptroller Garnett,
line six.
-Rita? She say why?

Something about our
new cappuccino machine not
being in the precinct budget.

-It must not go away.
-Trust me, I got this.

You gotta know
how I talk to people.
Listen and learn.

Rita, how's my favorite
raven-haired bureaucrat?

You comptrolling up
a storm down...

What is this amount
for this coffee machine?

It cost that much because it's
a professional grade machine.

You wouldn't believe
how much this thing has saved
the precinct in coffee runs.

-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-Uh, Rita?

She had another call.

BILLY: How did Tyler afford
all this high-end swag?

Tom Burke, Tom Burke...
Tom Burke.

Somebody had
a favorite designer.

Looks like our vic
was a pretty talented
designer himself.

Yeah, designer
and law student?

(DOOR OPENING)

-What the hell are you doing
in my apartment?
-Police. Tyler's your...

Roommate.
Is he in some kind of trouble?

He was killed this morning,
I'm sorry.

-Oh, god!
-How well do you know him?

He answered my ad
a few months ago,
moved in.

Had one bag
and a mess of art supplies,
after that I barely saw him.

He was at work 24/7,
and I pretty much live
at the Library, so...

-So, this is yours?
-Yeah.

Tyler's always borrowing
heavy things to flatten down
his fabric samples.

I'm gonna need some
contact information
for his family.

He said he never knew his dad.

And his mom died
when he was in high school.

No close friends either.

You said Tyler had a job.

Mmm-hmm,
he was a design assistant
for Tom Burke.

Mmm. That explains
the Tom Burke swag.

Yeah,
Tyler worshipped that guy.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

No one saw anything
in the West Village,

but we found out
who owns the dog.

Tom Burke.

Hello.

Anyone lose a dog?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

What? Am I invisible?

(WHISTLES)

(GRETA WHIMPERING)

-Mr. Burke?
-Greta!

NYPD.

Tyler Cole was just found
murdered near your home.

-What?
-How long had you known him?

I don't believe this, um...

About 18 months.

He planted himself
in front of my house
one day.

He wouldn't leave until
I looked at his sketchbook.

(SIGHS)

I thought he had a gift.

-Poor kid.
-Was he close to anyone
in the company?

Someone that he might
have confided in if he was
having any problems?

Tyler was all about the work.

He kept to himself
at the office.

But he never said
anything to me about problems.

Mr. Burke, why was he walking
your dog so early
this morning?

Oh!

I always walk Greta early.

But it's Fashion Week.

I had a call with Milan,
so Tyler offered
to walk her for me.

Yeah. Um, I'm sorry.

I'm juggling a charity gala
tonight and a runway tomorrow.

Please, call me
if you find anything.

-I mean, anything at all.
-We will.

-Uh, may I have some water?
-(SNAPS FINGERS)

WOMAN: I'll get it for you.

You clockin' that?

Tyler was killed
on Tom Burke's street
walking Tom Burke's dog

looking exactly like Tom Burke
from behind.

-Mr. Burke?
-Yeah.

-I'm sorry, we can't
let you go.
-Why?

Tyler may have been
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Meaning?

You may have been
the shooter's intended target.

Oh.

Hey, Max, give me everything
you can find on Tyler Cole.

-Bank accounts, school
records, just everything.
-On it.

-What's that about?
-Tom Burke as target
is a solid theory,

but we should still be looking
into Tyler's life.

-What are you doing?
-Nothing.

-That's evidence from
my vic's apartment.
-I'm just perusing.

Tom Burke is a genius!

Be a real waste if
one of his bags ended up
in the evidence locker.

(SARCASTICALLY)
Yeah, that's the tragedy here.

Wouldn't expect Velcro mom
to relate.

It's like walking
on Wonder Bread.

Have you suffered any recent
financial difficulties?

This business is
like a roller coaster.

Down one minute,
up the next.

Lately, I've been doing great.

-Any rivals? Enemies?
-Fashion is like
any other industry.

With big money
you get big egos.

Drop a model
like Natalie Marquez
from my campaign,

and she takes it personally.

Hmm.

But no one
would want to kill me.

Natalie Marquez? Damn!

I have her on my screensaver.
White sand beach, yellow...

Oh, way too much information.

I heard she's got
a nasty temper.

Arrested once for stalking,
brandishing a gun
at a nail salon.

I'm brandish,
on my mother's side.

We've got a violent model
with a grudge who happens to
be in town for Fashion Week?

-Viable motive
and opportunity.
-Go have a chat with her.

-Shotgun!
-Oh, come on!

Do they make that in a six?

Tuesday's
back-to-school night.

-Wow!
-Look.

There's my poster girl.

Okay, keep it
in your pants, Soto.

Uh, Miss Marquez?

A few questions.

What are you?
The fashion police?

No, we're the police-police.

You I'll talk to,
later.

I'm on in five and my dress
just ripped open.

-How can you even tell?
-Where's the seamstress?

(SNAPPING FINGERS)
Hey! Come on.

Best case ever.

Yeah, let's see
what she looks like
after breastfeeding twins.

Miss Marquez,
we need to talk
about Tom Burke.

-Someone tried
to kill him today.
-Really?

What took 'em so long?

You two had it out after
he canceled your contract?

Yeah, we did
and it felt great.

I put up with that man's
OCD behavior for years.

Banning brown liquids,
not letting anyone
say the word "fabulous"

or wear the color orange,

and he is so paranoid
about people counterfeiting
his ideas.

Then again, I got off better
than Alison Torres.

-Who?
-You don't get out much.

Basically, the top fashion
stylist in the industry.

She and Tom got in
an atomic blowout
a few months back.

Next thing, he refused
to give her three Oscar gowns
he promised to her clients.

Totally messed up her rep.

Do you always
wear your Fitbit?

Every minute of every day,
except for on the runway.

It's the only way I know
if I burned enough calories
to earn lunch.

Well, that's helpful.

Uh, so it's tied
to your phone?

Uh-huh,
tracks everything I do.

Steps taken, heart rate,
sleep time.

May I see?
I'm still trying to lose
the freshman 15.

Knock yourself out.

Oh, wow!
You walked three miles today.

I guess lunch is approved.

Hey, when you find
who tried to kill Tom Burke,
tell them thanks from me.

Talk about better off dead.

Okay, she's coming off
my screensaver ASAP.

She was asleep
when Tyler was shot.

Even if she hired a shooter,

her Fitbit would show
at least that she
was restless.

Bond villains don't sleep
that soundly.

Well, what about
Alison Torres?

Sounds like Tom
screwed her over.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Oh, damn it!

My leftover salmon surprise
gave my babysitter
food poisoning. I gotta go.

I gotta bring
Nick to tae kwon do
and Harry to soccer.

And why don't they do
the same thing?

Because that would
make life easy.

Okay, go and see
if those Oscar gowns
are worth killing over.

Got it.

Farewell my precious.

I'll cover you
and don't feel guilty.
I love your salmon surprise.

Bye.

So, I may have
overestimated my sway
with the Deputy Comptroller.

-Are we saying goodbye
to macchiato Mondays?
-Over my dead body!

You get us a copy
of the precinct budget.

If I can trim some fat
around here,

maybe I can convince
Rita to keep us
properly caffeinated.

So you want an actual copy
of the actual budget?

-Problem?
-No.

(FAST-PACED TECHNO
MUSIC PLAYING)

ALISON: Come on, dudes,
we're already
three hours behind.

If we don't step it up,
we're going to lose daylight!

Come on! Pick it up!
Get it together!

-Alison Torres! NYPD.
-We'd like a word.

Busy!

Let's just get right to this.

(TECHNO MUSIC STOPS)

Somebody tried
to kill Tom Burke.

Where were you
this morning at 5:00 a.m.?

-Home.
-Can anyone corroborate that?

Uh, just my
Hitachi Magic Wand.
And FYI, it's a life-changer.

We understand there's been
some bad blood
between you and Tom.

Losing all those clients
must've been bad for business.

My business is my business.
Tom Burke betrayed me,
humiliated me.

Broke promises he made
right to my face.

I still haven't
gotten closure.

That doesn't mean
I'd kill him.

Even after he broke up
with you?

No clue what you're
talking about.

Betrayed me,
humiliated me, closure.

Those are relationship words,
not business words.

-Look who understands women.
-I watch Bravo.

So he traded you in
for a newer model?

Bite me, cop!

What's up, man?
Hey, my man!

-He's packing heat!
-NYPD! Freeze!

Look who we have here,
Mr. .38!

Same caliber
that killed Tyler Cole.

Recently fired, too.

I was at the range.
Target practice, yo.

We'll see
what Ballistics says, yo.

Max!

I'm still waiting
on that budget.

Yes, budget, all...
All over that.

Captain, uh, my people said
that you asked me to come in.

-Peeple?
-People.

Right, pimple. Oh, people!

-Ah! We have Alison Torres'
bodyguard in custody.
-Alison?

Spurned lover, well acquainted
with your routine.

Ballistics pans out,
then we call it a day.

Why didn't you mention her
to us before?

Well, Alison took
our break-up hard,
but she's not a murderer.

Until she's ruled out,
we can't take any chances.

Which is why we think
you should cancel your
charity event for tonight.

I mean, if Alison can be
a suspect, so can anyone
on your guest list.

Okay, this fundraiser
is like the Super Bowl
of Fashion Week.

You don't cancel
the Super Bowl.

I appreciate your concern,
but I have a million
details to take care of.

If you insist on having
this party, then I'm gonna put
a protective detail on you.

-And I mean
attached to your hip.
-Good call.

Billy and I are in.

You wanna go to
a fashion industry
charity fundraiser?

No, I wanna go to a room
filled with hundreds of
potential suspects.

And Captain, who do you want
monitoring their behavior?

Some random uniforms
or a couple of
seasoned detectives?

-It's catered, I assume?
-Champagne, Caviar.

And suddenly,
it all becomes clear.

I'll bring you a doggy bag.

(SNIFFS)

Oh.

I'll shower.

WOMAN: (PHONE RECORDING)
Thank you for calling
the city Comptroller Office.

-Precinct budget, sir.
-Finally.

The approximate wait time
is 23 minutes.

Any idea when Max
started working here?

Eight months, three weeks ago.

That's specific.

I have an excellent memory
when it comes to weirdness.

Rainy Monday morning,
ran five miles per usual,
get to work,

and there's Laura introducing
a ginger space alien.

Laura.

(GRUNTING)

Any idea why there's no record
of Max in the precinct budget?

Oh, maybe he's on another
precinct's payroll?

Clerical SNAFU?

I think another precinct
would notice if they were
paying someone

who didn't come to work
every day.

Max comes to work
every day.

Dinner's ready!
Sock warriors!

-(DOORBELL RINGING)
-See who it is first.

It's a fancy dude.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Hi, you're early.

Uh, let me just grab my coat.

Boys!

All right.

As I suspected.

As you suspected, what?

-You need to look
like you fit in.
-Sorry.

My ball gown is
at the cleaners.

Which is why I brought
my people.

-People?
-Hmm.

What people?

Oh, no!

No, no people, no people.
I don't like people. Oh!

KIDS: Whoa! Mom!

Just a gentle reminder
that Detective Diamond
is on duty.

Let's keep this strictly
professional.

If you insist.

You look amazing!

Ah, I feel like I'm sending
you off to prom.

Hopefully it won't end
like my last prom,

with me puking out the back
of Jimmy Figgerito's van.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm introducing it
at tomorrow's runway show.

You will be the first one
to carry one in public.

I'd lose this inside
my regular purse.

-And... Mmm-hmm.
-Thank you.

Oh. Okay.

Hold this, please.

You're not the only one
who can accessorize.

Don't wait up.

-Detective Bose.
-Max.

-What's with the box?
-Contents of my desk.

Cleaned it out voluntarily,
without being compelled
to do so.

The whole getting escorted
out of the building
thing is so tacky.

What the hell are you
talking about?

I've been summoned
by our captain.

I don't see it ending well.

He summons you all the time,
usually for a
breakfast burrito.

This is different.

A dark secret
is about to emerge.

I've said too much.

I came to say goodbye.

Would you give this to Laura?
It's a letter of farewell.
I...

I can't bear to say goodbye
to her in person.

-Is this a wax seal?
-The family crest.
It's on my ring.

If you wouldn't mind
delivering these as well.

(SCOFFS)

Billy. Reynaldo.

-Hair plugs Hal.
-We got close
during his procedure.

-Whose Cecile?
-She's that super friendly
uni-browed lady,

she brings around the pastries
on Mondays.

Okay, so you're saying
out of the entire precinct,

I am the only person
you can bear to say
goodbye to in person?

(LAUGHS)

Um...

You're just so...
You're like...

So... Um...

-Approachable.
-Uh-huh.

(MEREDITH GROANS)

We're done here.

(PHOTOGRAPHERS SHOUTING)

(SHUTTERS CLICKING)

(PHOTOGRAPHERS CLAMORING)

All this for some clothes?

Welcome to Fashion Week.

Thank you.

Oh! Yeah,
I can double-fist,
I guess.

-Tom, hello.
-(SMOOCHING)

Gabriella Luca.

Head of Mareteia Imports

and co-chair of my
anti-counterfeiting campaign.

Nobody knows more about
those copycat scoundrels.

You exaggerate.

-And your stylish friend is?
-Laura.

Mmm, ciao.

(LAUGHS) Bonus!

-Very continental.
-(CHUCKLES)

-Pardonnez-moi.
-Hmm.

-Gabriella.
-Oui.

She and Tom seem
very chummy.

-What do you see?
-Two-hundred skinny-ass people

in a room full of food
and nobody's eating.

Welcome to Fashion Week.

Stay close to Tom.

I'll get near miss double-kiss
and see if she knows anything
he's not saying.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Enter!

You texted?

Have a seat.

According to the NYPD,
you don't exist.

Well, they clearly got
that one wrong.

Because here I am,
existing away.

-Cogito ergo sum.
-Max, I wasn't born yesterday.

Anything you wanna confess?

A conspiracy between
you and a certain
ex-wife of mine, perhaps?

Oh!
(NERVOUS CHUCKLING)

The thing is,
is I have low blood sugar.

-So, if I don't eat
like every...
-No need to explain.

Your fellow Americans
don't know what's good
for them.

In Milan, they at least
give you a plate of ziti.

Ziti.

I know what you mean.

I mean, this is just foam
on top of foam.

(CHUCKLES)

-Here, try this, try this one.
-Mmm, thank you.

I eat when I'm nervous,
and these bony bitches
are getting on my nerves.

(CHUCKLES)

Mmm, thank you.

I don't think I've ever eaten
out of a $12,000
Tom Burke handbag.

$12,000?

For $12,000,

it better pick up the kids,
wash the dishes
and let me finish first.

(CHUCKLES)
Mmm.

Look at the stitching.

The silk lining,

handwork by master craftsmen.

It is perfection.

-(GIGGLES)
-You're quite the expert
on Tom's work.

What about on Tom himself?

Tom and I are just friends.

And you and Tom?

It's complicated.

I know about Alison Torres.

Are there any other
women whose hearts
he's broken lately?

Laura.

You're charming.

But you would be wrong
to think of Tom
as a long-term prospect.

Take it from me.

The greedy bastard
is never satisfied.

He always wants more.

Hmm.

BILLY: (OVER EARPIECE)
On the move,
Tom wants to get some air.

You watch this!
Don't let anybody take them.

Everything all right?

You need something
miniscule to eat?

Uh, no.

-I can't keep anything down.
-Oh, don't worry.

-The foam disappears
when it hits your mouth.
-No.

Mr. Burke, do you have
anything else that you can
tell us

that might help
our investigation?

I'm sorry.

I know I was the one telling
the show must go on,

but I cannot keep Tyler
out of my head.

I know you must
deal with loss all the time.

We do.
Doesn't make it easy.

I can't believe he's gone.

The worst part,

he'd be here tonight

if he hadn't offered
to walk Greta.

(GUNSHOT)

(ALL SCREAMING)

NYPD! Get down!

10-85! Shots fired!
We need an ambulance
and backup now!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

WOMAN: Stay back!

ALISON: Tom.

Oh, my God! Tom!
Tom, can you hear me?

-He okay?
-Flesh wound. Who's the woman
crying over him?

Alison Torres.

-Isn't she a suspect?
-Was.

Those were not the tears
of a woman who'd put
a hit out on her ex.

And Ballistics just cleared
her bodyguard.

Well, somebody's trying
to kill Tom Burke.

All right, so the shooter's
a ghost, but the bullets came
from up there, south side.

Okay, so Soto, statement
from all the guests, guards.

Check security cam footage,
five-block radius.

And you! You go home
and relieve Max.

You called Max to babysit?

No, he was already there,
telling me everything.

And when you say everything...

Everything as in,
you hired an unpaid intern?

You trying to get us
both fired?

We are the NYPD,
not Google.

-What, did you learn that quip
at captain school?
-Go home.

One-day suspension,
starting now.

For hiring a perfectly
capable intern?

In case you haven't noticed,
someone just took another shot
at Tom Burke.

You are suspended.
Bye-bye.

Someone caught
the fashion bug.

Free swag from
last night's party.
Boots and all.

Only clean clothes
I currently own. Don't!

So, what do we got
on the shooter?

I'm going over a ton
of security footage
with Meredith.

Zip so far.

(SIGHS)

Swag bag clothes.
Wonderful again.

Here's what you need
to know about Max.

-Didn't I suspend you?
-Suspension rejected.

As for Max, FYI,

the 2nd Precinct
hasn't always been

the well-oiled machine
that it is today.

One day, a fresh-faced
man-child appeared,

eager to do anything
that didn't involve firearms.

But there was a hiring freeze.

He says he doesn't
need to be paid,
his family is loaded.

I give him a few research jobs
and he knocks them
out of the park!

And yes, I did a thorough
background check,

so don't even think
about firing him!

I can't fire him because
he doesn't work here.

I'm going back to my case.

The Devil Wears Prada.
They're identical.

Are they?

Look at the stitching.

The lining, the handwork.

This one is not a Tom Burke.
It's just a really good
knock-off.

When did you become
an expert on designer bags?

I had a crash course
last night over
midget canapes.

Yeah, but why would Tyler
have a Tom Burke knock-off
when he worked for Tom?

I'm not sure.

But Tom Burke
is Mr. Anti-Counterfeiting.

He had a whole campaign
about it.

Maybe the knock-off artists
are trying to kill him.

-Before he put them
out of business.
-Exactly.

After you and Meredith
finish with the footage,

we should go shopping
on Canal Street.

Or you can watch the footage
and I can go shopping for you.

Suit yourself.

Laur...

Best case ever.

Hey, I've been looking
for a top quality Tom Burke.

One that will make
my girlfriends hate me.

Miss, I got best
on Canal Street.

Yeah, this is really nice.
How much?

Special price, 400.

-Special my ass!
-Ah, 300.

-Only for you.
-Have a nice day.

-Come on, pretty lady. 200.
-150!

You're killing me.

-Oh!
-Hey, hey, hey, relax,
all right? No running!

Here's the deal.
You give us some information,
we don't shut down your table.

Anything, officers.

Tell us about
the fake Tom Burkes.

Six months ago, top quality
Burkes hit the market.
Best I've ever seen.

Who's your supplier?

-It's Santa's workshop.
-With sweaty, underpaid elves.

Look, that's the bag Tom Burke
gave Laura for the party.

Yep. Oh...

I recognize these drawings,
Tyler did these.

Hmm!

Ahem.

See this? That's what
you're supposed to use.

-Should we grab
Pitbull over there?
-Nah, no warrant.

Relax, we'll be back.

Easy, tiger.

Mr. Burke, did Tyler
have anything to do
with designing the bag

that you gave
Detective Diamond
for the party?

Tyler was a talented kid,
but no,

that bag is
a Tom Burke original.

Do you recognize
these drawings, Mr. Burke?

No, where'd you get them?

Sweatshop on Canal Street.

We're getting a warrant
to raid the place.

This sketchbook came from
Tyler's apartment.

Notice how the tear
marks line up.

-What are you getting at?
-What I'm getting at

is that counterfeiters were
knocking off a bag of yours
before it even hit the runway.

The only way they could be
doing that is with help
from the inside.

Tyler?

-No. There's...
There is no way.
-It's the only way.

Tyler must've fallen in
with some bad people.

Which means that bullet
was meant for him.

MEREDITH:
Steal that sweatshirt
from lost and found?

Nope. Got it from your locker.

By the way, you're down
to your last panty liner.

Can we talk about
the case now?

Okay.
Potential shooter
numero uno.

Sketchy guy hauling ass
two blocks down from the event
30 seconds after gunfire.

-I doubt he got from the party
to Broad Street that fast.
-Agreed.

Numero two, just outside
the event seconds
after the shooting.

Check out Mr. Clean,

he matches the
description we got from
some of the witnesses.

Yeah, that's Pitbull,
that's our guy.

We just saw him at
the sweatshop turning out
fake Tom Burke bags.

I'll take some uniforms
over to Tom's.
The shooter might try again.

Yeah, let's get to
that sweatshop.
And call a squad.

(FRUSTRATED GRUNT)
It was all here.

Now, it could be anywhere.

-Who are you calling?
-Laura. Killer who tries twice
is gonna try again.

The name on the lease
is as fake as the bags
they were making in there.

Which leaves us screwed.

JAKE: (OVER PHONE)
Anything suspicious?

Just that his
sexy little assistants
might be Stepford robots.

I met a woman last night.

She co-chair's Tom Burke's
anti-counterfeiting campaign.

She might have an idea
of who's behind Mr. Clean.

Uh, Pitbull.

Uh... (SIGHS) The bald guy.

Okay, I'm sending Billy
to meet you.
Go see what she knows.

Got it.

GABRIELLA: I don't understand,
you're a police officer?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
last night, I was light-headed
with hunger.

But why are
homicide detectives
investigating counterfeiters?

Well, these particular
counterfeiters may have
shot Tom Burke

and killed one of his
employees who was stealing
designs for them.

What can you tell us
about this bag?

We found it in our
victim's apartment.

Hmm.

Excellent copy.

Recognize any specific
crew's handiwork?

(CHUCKLES)

There are so many people
counterfeiting designer goods
these days.

It could have been
any of them.

Red and blue.
You are so organized.

I tried being organized once,

-then I had twins.
-(LAUGHS)

Mmm, good luck
with your investigation.

Mmm, I'm sorry
I can't help you.

Okay.

Thank you.

I eat when I'm nervous,
and these bony bitches
are getting on my nerves.

-Thank you for your time.
-(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

See her attack
those pistachios?

Italian women like to eat.

She's a stress eater.

Night before I signed
my divorce papers,

I pounded an 18-inch pizza
and a box of Ho Hos.

I saw you do that last week.

I'm still stressed.

MAN: Carry this box in.

According to Gabriella's
calendar,

they're not supposed
to be receiving
any shipments this week.

-Mr. Clean-bull.
-I got this.

My man, can I holler
at you real quick?

-Hey, how you doing, man?
-What's up?

(THUDDING)

No, really, I got this.

BILLY: Don't move!
Hands behind your back!

Behind your back!
Behind your back!

I think I found
your sweatshop.

If I know Laura,
this stare-down is gonna
take all day.

But Gabriella's lawyered up
and so has her goon.

Well, then we need to find
another way to link Gabriella
to Tyler's murder.

If she was getting
inside information from Tyler,

there would be a money trail
between them.

Max already checked
his bank accounts,
he barely had 200 bucks in it.

Then maybe
he had another account.

Max filed a warrant
for Mareteia Imports'
financials

to see if Gabriella's
been making any
unusual payments lately.

You and Laura,
you go check out
Tyler's apartment again.

-We tossed it pretty good.
-Yeah, but then
he was a victim.

Now he's a co-conspirator.

(RAPID TAPPING ON WINDOW)

Come here.

-Yes.
-Just a thought, el capitan.

Um, I spoke to some assistants
over at 1 Police Plaza,

and apparently
Deputy Comptroller Garnett
has a serious chocolate habit.

And I care because...

Well, if you were to send her
a little something

from, say,
Dylan's Candy Bar,

I think she just might approve
our beloved kitchen accessory.

Carry on.

I'm coming up empty.

Really?

Like I'm walking up
five flights of stairs
in those?

Where's the book that Tyler
used to flatten the fabric?

I put it back on the shelf.

Tyler.

We misjudged you, buddy.

We did? How?

If I was looking for
a heavy book
to flatten something,

I wouldn't pick
Intellectual Property.

More than half of these books
are heavier.

He wasn't using this
as a weight.

He was reading it.

(SIGHS)

-Did you highlight this?
-No, Tyler must have.

It's all about counterfeiting
trademarked goods.

I think Tyler was having
second thoughts about
betraying Tom Burke.

Maybe even getting ready
to blow the whistle
on Gabriella.

Reading up on trademark law
to see what kind of evidence
he'd need to nail her.

It even explains
the counterfeit bag
we found here.

Yeah, and if Gabriella
found out what Tyler
was planning,

that's enough reason
to kill him.

We need to see
where Meredith is
on the warrant.

Conforming the link from
Gabriella to Tyler
is what'll put her away.

MEREDITH: Three accounts
servicing four subsidiaries

with deposits to
dozens of vendors.

Thankfully, genius boy here
majored in corporate finance.

Uh, minored.
Dance came first.

On May 15th,
Mareteia Imports
began depositing

into a Swiss account
being accessed
here in New York

250 large a month.

Large meant thousand
in that sentence.

Tyler's secret nest egg?

No.

Tom Burke's.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

BILLY: Excuse me.
Pardon me. Watch your toes,
watch your toes.

Wow, I haven't seen
a train that long
since my Aunt Jane

walked down the aisle with
half a roll of toilet paper
stuck to her heel.

Marriage didn't last.

I would love to talk
about that, but...

Just a few questions,
won't take long.

Was I not clear when I said
no brown liquids?

Oh, it wasn't her fault.

Don't worry, I won't spill.

Oh, goodness!

Oopsie!

You know, this doesn't
fit my gun,

but for snacks it's fabulous.

Oh, oh, gosh,
I'm sorry.

You hate the word "fabulous."

Listen, this is the climax
of my show.

-I'm expected onstage
in a few minutes.
-Oh, it'll only take two.

Guess what?

Tyler didn't help
counterfeit your line
after all.

Well, what a relief.

Yeah.
Turns out the counterfeiter
was you.

And why would I ever do that?

Because greedy bastards
are never satisfied.
They always want more.

It must have killed you to
know that the counterfeiters
were getting rich

selling knock-offs
of your work.

So you just got into
that business, too.

-That's ridiculous.
-And then Tyler found out.
What happened?

Did Tyler threaten
to turn you in

when you gave
the counterfeiters his design?

Tyler's design wasn't even
worth 50 bucks until I put
my name on it.

Tyler's design.

You said you had never seen
those sketches before.

You sold him out
and killed him.

He was a human being.
You are nothing
but a cheap knock-off.

-You can never prove that.
-Can't I?

We arrested Gabriella,
she's already told the DA

that you were the one
behind the scheme.

That you tipped her off
to clear out the sweatshop.

That you decided
to kill Tyler.

WOMAN: Tom,
they're ready for you.

Oh, that's why it's called
the runway.

(CROWD APPLAUDING
AND CHEERING)

(CROWD GASPING)

(SCREAMS)

Thank you, God.

You'll like these.

They go great with orange.

Hey.

Can't see Laura using it
again in this lifetime.

-For real?
-Oh, it's real.

You might wanna vacuum
out the inside though.

(MOUTHING)
Thank you.

Tom just confessed.

He was hoping to get
a better deal than the one
Gabriella was negotiating.

I thought she wasn't talking.

Tom didn't know that.

We have enough
to put them all away
until the spring line of 2050.

I can't believe he would
let himself get shot
to keep us off the scent.

Well, the shooter
was supposed to miss.

Gabriella changed the plan
at the last minute

without telling Tom
to make it more convincing.

Remind me never
to date Italian women.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, wow!

They took back that
dumbass cappuccino machine
that you loved so much.

Oh, karma's a bitch.

Cappy, here's
my start paperwork.

I'm official!

You hired Max on the books?

Deputy Comptroller Garnett
has a sweet tooth.

I realized a pound of candy
would make her happy,

but a freshly frothed
mochachino every morning
would make her very happy.

You traded
the cappuccino maker
for Max?

He knocked it
out of the park today.

-You bastard.
-Bastard?
I don't know if you realize,

but I just did
the right thing.

Which is even more maddening
than when you don't.

And...

That's how
I keep it interesting.

(VOCALIZING)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)