All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E10.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(HORSES WHINNYING)

She would never come
forward on her own, but...

I'm her mother
and when I saw the bruising...

Well, I had no choice
but to report it to you.

My little girl
is being terrorized.

-She's just seven years old.
-You're doing the right thing.

No child deserves to be
treated like that.

(SOBBING)
I just want it to stop.

And it will. I'm promising you
right here, right now.

I will bring those boys
to justice.

-Really?
-Oh, yeah!

-They're so grounded.
-Thank you. (SIGHS)

I have been a wreck.

Zoey is so afraid
of your twins, she wants
to quit tae kwon do.

That won't be necessary.
I am all over this.

That little girl is adorable.

How could our boys
pick on her?

You can't imagine
how adorable I was.

And yet, believe it or not,
even I was bullied.

I believe it.
The twins cannot continue
to harm that little angel.

This calls for
drastic measures.

Agreed, military school.

I was thinking
a verbal ass-kicking
and no technology for a week.

Or that!

(SIGHS)

What? Oh, this egg is bad.

Actually, I'm off eggs.
That's tofu.

What? Why?

Uh, my blood work came back
from the insurance.

My cholesterol is high.

How could your cholesterol
be high? Your body's amaz...

Go on.

A maze of

veins and arteries and...

Why are you changing
the subject? What did
the insurance company say?

Nothing, just that if I don't
get my numbers down,
my premiums are gonna go up.

Our premiums.
We still share a policy.

I retest in three days.
Don't worry about it.

Your morning
glazed donut, sir.

-My contribution to the cause.
-(PHONE RINGING)

Broderick, go ahead.

(SIGHS) The boys need
a shadow at tae kwon do.

I volunteer as tribute.

The last time you watched
the boys, the guinea pig's
hair was dyed blue.

It was more of a teal.
Thank you for noticing.

Call Alicia, tell her that
she cannot do a drop-n-roll,

that she has got to stay

and eyeball their every move.

On it!

I got it. Not so fast.

I got a missing person,
I need you and Billy
to check out.

That's farm team stuff.
Send Meredith
and hair-plug Hal.

No, this is big league,
comes from the mayor.

Apparently, his golf buddy
didn't show up this morning

and the guy's wife
is freaking out.

Name?

Dr. Karl Foster.
Karl with a "K".

What kind of medicine
does he practice?

-Reproductive Endocrinology.
-Fertility doctor.

Any financial troubles
at home or the office?

Money isn't a problem.

Karl and his partner,
Dr. Lens have the busiest
clinic in Manhattan.

Any problems at work?
With the partner or any
disgruntled patients?

No. Dr. Lens and Karl
have been friends for years.
And their patients adore them.

-Talk us through last night.
-He was right here
in his office.

I was in bed,
watching The Biggest Loser...

Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
No spoilers.
I haven't watched yet.

Although, I think Dolvett
was in my dream last night.

You and me both.

So, then what happened?

I fell asleep and when
I woke up this morning,

I knew something was wrong,
Karl's side of the bed
was still made.

He never came in.

Mrs. Foster, I hate
to ask you this, but...

Is there any chance
that maybe your husband
was having an affair?

Karl used to joke and say
that he didn't have time
to have an affair.

But the truth is,
he's devoted to me.
There's no way...

I know I seem like
a gullible housewife,
but you don't know Karl.

He just wouldn't walk out.
You have to believe me.

Would it be okay
if we just took a look around?

Please.

(CHAIR SWOOSHING)

Ooh! Wow!

The hydraulics on this thing
are amazing.

I bet this chair is more
expensive than my car.

Hidden calendar!

Look like Dr. MIA might have
been keeping something
from his wife after all.

Really?

Every two weeks, he has
an appointment with someone
by the initials B.B.

Barry Bonds, Bob Barker,
Bilbo Baggins, Big Boobs...

Please, stop guessing.

And next week, he has
a Bahamas cruise scheduled.

Ah, Dr. Foster!
And I was hoping
you were gonna be different.

Did you find anything useful?

(SIGHS)

Is this your husband's
handwriting?

Yes, but I think he uses
the calendar on his phone.

Mrs. Foster,
do you know this woman?

No.

I'm sorry, I need a minute.

-So, are we done here?
-I don't think so.

Cheating or not, a rich doctor
doesn't just pick up
and leave everything behind.

Things are just not adding up.

Check out the name
on the back.

Beautiful Becky?

Big Boobs works, too.

Wait a minute, I recognize
that logo on her uniform.

It's from Pierpont Downs.

And we're off to the races.

Let's see if we can find
this Becky woman.

Or someone who recognizes
the doctor.

Okay. (SIGHS)
Ticket taker, concessionaire.

Argh!

-Concessionaires!
-Two out of three.

Get candy!

Do you know this guy?

I'm sorry, lady,
I only take bets.

I'll bet that I have a badge.

Have you seen him around here?

Place your bet
and move your butt.

I'm placing a bet, rude!

-Have you seen him?
-Yeah, I've seen the guy.

He's a big bettor,
not a good bettor
but a big one.

What horse do you want?

Oh, um, uh, one...

Okay, one dollar on
Hawkish Priest.

Put me down for a five
on Harder Baby Harder.

I'll give you "harder".
My butt and I
are still betting.

Okay, what about the woman
in the photo?

Becky, does she work here?

Here, just, put it all on, uh,

Harder Baby Harder.

Okay, we got 64 cents
and a ninja on
Harder Baby Harder.

Eh, yeah,
I think the girl works here.
Try the VIP Lounge.

This is the VIP room,
I'd hate to see the SOL room.

-A lot of men and their...
-Nieces?

Oh, is that what they're
calling them these days?

Ugh! Poor Mrs. Foster!

She had no idea
what her husband was doing.

-Or who.
-(SIGHS)

Hi, we're looking for the man
in this photo.

And I am looking
for another amaretto sour.

Sorry, Trish, you're cut off.

Who do I have to
sleep with to get
one more lousy drink?

Please, tell me it's you.

So, do you know him or not?
His name is Karl Foster.

Uh, I don't think so.
Can I get you a drink
on the house?

Sweet, but I'm on the job.

How about you take
another look?

Sorry.

We get a lot of wives in here
asking questions.

We try not to get our regulars
in trouble.

-Is Karl a regular?
-He's in here
every couple of weeks.

Bets a lot, drinks a little.

Did he have a thing
going on with her, Becky?

That's Jenna.

She was a concierge here
until she got promoted
a couple of months ago

to Santa Anita.

ANNOUNCER OVER PA:
It's Harder Baby Harder
pulling up to Idiot Savant.

Harder Baby Harder?

He's pushing inside for the
home stretch. It's Harder
Baby Harder followed...

Oh, yes!

Go, Harder Baby Harder.

Here comes Bahamas Cruise
with a last-minute break.

Go, go, Harder Baby Harder.

Harder Baby Harder!
Harder, harder!

And it's Bahamas Cruise
for the win followed by
Harder Baby Harder.

Argh!

That's Bahamas Cruise
for the win.

-What's up?
-Did you catch that?

-Catch what?
-Bahamas Cruise.

Uh, excuse me?

Did Beautiful Becky
race today?

Um, I'm not sure.
You can check the form.

Beautiful Becky isn't a woman.
She's a horse.

Uh, why the face?

I don't love horses.

-"Don't love" as in scared?
-No.

(CHUCKLING) You're
scared of horses?

Your dad never took you
to a pony ride?

Oh, God, no! He's deathly
allergic to horse dander.

He has gambled on
just about everything.

My clarinet recital
comes to mind.

-But, never horses.
-(WHINNYING)

Probably saved him
a lot of money.
Beautiful Becky.

He always said that
nothing good happens
at the race track.

I think this guy would agree.

Lividity puts time of death
between 10:00 p.m.
and midnight.

It could've been
a heart attack.
But look at this.

Multiple puncture wounds
to the chest.

Tiny ones. Injections?

Could be any kind of poison.
We'll know sooner if we can
locate that weapon.

So basically,
what we're looking for...

Oh, no. Do not say it.

...is a needle in a haystack.

Oh, and he said it!

-(SNEEZES)
-Bless you.

Okay.

-(SNEEZES)
-Bless you.

Oh, my gosh!

Oh, no! Horse dander.

I thought my dad never
gave me anything. Oh, God!

All right! Okay, look...

You go on ahead,
I got this covered.
Just go anywhere.

Okay, I'll ask around.

A gambling habit does not
explain why Dr. Foster
was in Becky's stall.

-Fine.
-(SNEEZES)

Oh, God!

DON: Of course I can
go in there.
That's my damn horse!

It's okay, let him through.

-Where the hell is Becky?
-She got moved
to another stall.

Detective Soto, NYPD.
And you are?

-Don Clark. I'm the trainer.
-Mind telling me where you
were last night around 11:00?

I was on a flight back
from Kentucky.

Well, a man was killed
last night in Becky's stall.
Dr. Karl Foster.

-Do you know him?
-Never heard of him.

This area is restricted
to personnel only.

Uh, maybe he had
a side gig working in
thoroughbred fertility.

They only breed mares
after they retire from racing.

What about performance
enhancing drugs?

Give Becky a little boost
before the race?

Nah! These horses
are drug-tested within
an inch of their lives.

All right. Well,
just to be sure

maybe we should just
pull Becky out of the race.
Have her retested.

No, no, no. You can't do that.
She has to race today in order
to qualify for the Preakness.

Or, you can think of another
reason why there was a dead
doctor found in Becky's stall.

Okay, look. My horse is clean.

But you might wanna
talk to the jockey.

-And who's that?
-A guy named Adam Silt.

They call him
"The Green Machine".

Hey, Harder Baby Harder!
Came back for sloppy seconds?

My betting days are over.
What do you know about
Beautiful Becky's owners?

Rich yuppies.
They, uh, got into racing
after one visit to the track.

-We call 'em hobby horsers!
-Do you see 'em around?

I haven't seen 'em in months.
They, uh... They're based
half the year in Mykonos.

Hey! We could pay 'em a visit.

I get off at 9:00.
And I've got a ton of
frequent-flyer miles.

Go for it!
He's also packing heat,
if you know what I mean.

Ah, tempting! Uh, but we
just found Karl Foster
dead in Becky's stall.

Oh, my God!

So, if you think of anything
that can connect
Karl and Becky,

would you call me?
I'm sorry.

I might just call you anyway.

What a tease!

-Hey!
-Hold on... Harrison?

Kick him, Harrison!
Sweep the leg.

-Yeah?
-Wait, you're supposed
to be shadowing, not coaching.

You gonna fix his
slide and side kick?
'Cause someone's gotta...

Ahem!

One second, I've gotta
step out of 1992 over here.

How's it going at the dojo?

The boys are fine.
I don't know why this woman
got her panties in a wad.

I hate to interrupt,
but where are the twins?

-I gotta call you back.
-Wait, hold...

Ow! My stomach!
He kicked me.

-What the heck happened?
-If you'd been watching,
you would know.

We'll speak.

All right then, that's it.
Line up and move out.

Don't go throwing
a stink eye at me.
These are not my kids.

Excuse me,
I'm looking for a guy...

-Oh, oh, oh...
-(RETCHING)

I'm looking for a jockey
by the name of...

(RETCHING)

No, no, come on.
Don't, no. Ugh!

Stop, stop!

Oh, my God!
I'm gonna sympathy puke. Hey!

Police, stop!

Hey!

Hey!

Resisting arrest, trespassing.

And pissing me off!
You just won the Triple Crown.
Get out of there!

A doctor and a jockey
walk into a barn...

I'm waiting for the punchline.

There's no punchline.
Foster was my doctor.

So what? You were trying
to have a baby?

And all that ridin'
jostled your junk?

No, I wasn't trying
to have a baby.

Then why would you go
see a fertility doctor?

Foster was giving me
a little extra help.

-HCG?
-What's that? Steroids?

Not exactly. Nah,
it's the pregnancy hormone.

What?

It pumps up my metabolism,
helps me burn fat.

I weighed in yesterday,
I'm a lean, mean 115.

Okay, so if it's just
a diet thing, then why run?

Well, HCG is legal when it is
used as a fertility treatment.

But if I had to have
a blood test right now,
I'd be out of horse racing.

Okay, check this out!

You're giving me a blood test
one way or another.

The question is
will I send the results
to the gaming commission?

Come on, man...
What do you need?

I need to know
who wanted Foster dead.

He had no issues at the track.

-But away from the track?
-Go on.

I used to get shots
at his clinic,
after hours, you know.

But, two months ago,
there was this blowout
with a patient.

She tried to pepper spray him
or something.

After that, I started taking
the injections at the track.

Safer.

At least it seemed safer.

Our favorite medical examiner
called. We have a cause
of death on the doctor.

Air.

As in he stopped breathing it?

As in embolism.

Somebody injected
an air bubble into one
of his coronary arteries.

Fertility patients have
to take shots every day.

They certainly have
access to needles.
Not to mention air.

So, someone woke up on
the homicidal side of the bed
and took it out on the doctor?

Makes sense.
The jockey mentioned a patient

who tried to attack Foster
with pepper spray.

-Really?
-Ugh!

I've told you 100 times,
I was testing the canister.

You shouldn't sneak up
on people.

Oh, hey, buddy. Hi!
Jalapeno double pepperoni?

-Yep, for Jake Broderick.
-Broderick, yeah. That's...

-Nice interception.
-Yeah.

Not the first time
I've caught him cheating.

He may have ruined
our marriage.

But no way I'm gonna
let him screw with
my health insurance.

411 on the clinic.
Highest pregnancy rates
in the country.

I thought my slutty
Aunt Susan had that
particular distinction.

Wow! Gender selection?

To think, I could've just
checked a box and my
whole life could've been

ballet lessons
and braiding hair?

Yeah, until they hit
puberty and then
all hell breaks loose.

All hell has already broken
loose and they're still
in kindergarten.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Speaking of which...

-Yeah?
-We've got problems.

What's up?

A whole bunch of helicopter
moms just touched down
in your dining room.

And they won't leave
until they speak to you
face to face.

What? No! Shoo them out.

They're staging a sit-in.

Dr. King style,
but with a lot of

coconut water and yoga pants.

-Are you kidding me?
-I suggest you get
your ass home

before your ass gets sued
and you don't have a home.

The boys are on
lock-down upstairs.

I told them to build a toilet
out of Legos.

Did you tell them
not to use it?

-You better go.
-Yeah.

Hi!

How nice of you all
to stop by. And odd.

But nice.

Laura, we're just gonna
cut to the chase here.

Your boys' anti-social
behavior is continuing.

Again, I am so sorry!

Yes, you mentioned that
and frankly we know
the root of the problem.

Please, don't get defensive.

We are all here to help you.

Hold up!
Is this an intervention?

BILLY: The victim
was your partner?

I just can't believe this.

Dr. Foster was revered.
Look at that.

It's impressive.
But are you sure he was
revered by his patients?

We heard one of them
had a blowout with Dr. Foster
a while back?

That's not unusual.
The hormones we use can cause
major emotional swings.

PMS times 12.

Women who are injecting
themselves every day
can get a little

intense.

I'd say it was a little more
than intense.

Attack Dr. Foster
with pepper spray?

Right, Dr. Foster mentioned
that little incident.

I'm gonna need
that patient's name.

Send me the warrant so I can
cover my ass on the disclosure
violation. But I'll tell you.

Her name was Daisy Winters.

Some of the nurses
called her Crazy Daisy.

You think I condone bullying?
That's crazy.

Where else would they
learn to emulate
this kind of violence?

-They come from a broken home.
-Our home isn't broken.

-It works just fine.
-Laura?

You need to accept that
your boys may be learning
this behavior from you.

Cynthia did overhear
you yelling at your boys

last week after class.

(YELLING) I wasn't yelling.

I was suggesting they not eat
gum off the sidewalk, loudly.

See, this is where I think
the book will be helpful.

Chapter Seven.
"Be proud, not loud".

We have to be so careful
to model good behavior
for our children.

And given that you
and your ex-husband
are in a violent profession...

We're peace-keepers.
We keep peace.

That's the opposite
of violence.

ALL: Chapter Six. Denial.

Laura, you're entitled
to rear your children
however you like.

But not when it leads
to an unsafe atmosphere
for other children.

The only solution
is to drop out.

From tae kwon do? What?

No!

Well, this is disturbing.

The last time a little boy
bullied Zoey, he was pulled
out of school immediately.

-So, this has happened before?
-Yes, and those parents
responded appropriately.

Has anyone here ever seen
my boys bully Zoey?

They do it when no one
is looking.

That's the level of deviance
we're dealing with here
that you are ignoring.

They don't belong
in that class and you need
to take some responsibility.

You're right.
You're all so, so right.

Yes, we are. Thank you.

You know, and tomorrow,
the boys will come
to class one last time...

Mmm-hmm.

...to apologize
and have closure.

Thank you so much
for the book. Drive safely.

-Buckle up!
-Have a good day.

You got something
up your sleeve.

Damn straight!

Max, you just caught a case.

I know they were
calling me Crazy Daisy
at the fertility clinic.

I get it. I was flipped out
on hormones.

It's not like I actually
caused any lasting damage.

I will have you know,
pepper spray causes
painful burning of the skin,

swelling of the mucus
membranes, eyes, nose,
throat, coughing,

being 45 minutes late
to a date.

Infertility can be
a living hell.

The cycles of expensive
injections and the massive
hormonal imbalances.

Here, try this.

Add more celery,
it'll round-out the taste
and boost the B12.

So you really blame
Dr. Foster for your
state of mind that day.

I was mid-cycle gearing up
for my IVF and he pushed
the date back.

Extended my injections
another week.

Why would he do that?

To accommodate his vacation.

I had to suffer seven more
days so he could go golfing.

I... I just lost it.

Sounds like you really hate
the guy. Maybe pepper spray
wasn't enough?

It was enough for me.

All right? I left that office.

I even sent Dr. Foster
a "Goodbye and Screw You"
card earlier this week.

I found Dr. Platt who I love.

And there's no good news yet,
but he's the best fertility
doctor in New York.

I thought that was Foster's
bragging right.

Foster has high pregnancy
rates, but Dr. Platt
has higher live birth rates.

Bingo!

So, who else would
have a bone to pick
with Dr. Foster?

I have no idea, but have you
spoken to the nurses?

Should I speak
with the nurses?

Yeah, one in particular,
Elena, she was stealing
from the clinic.

Kind of weird you know that.

She wasn't stealing money,
she was stealing embryos.

Even weirder
that you know that.

Not really,
she tried to sell me one.

Black market for embryos? Man!

Yeah. Nurse Elena was peddling
stolen genetic material.

Max is getting a 20
on her now.

It's good, right?
It's all about the celery.

I can't believe
how complicated
the fertility world is.

I mean, everybody
I know are trying
not to get pregnant.

Yeah, but then suddenly,
it's five years later

and the window of opportunity
is closing.

-It's crossed my mind.
-What!

(SCOFFS) Come on, you're
a baby! You can't be worried
about that yet.

Yes, I can!

What if I don't meet
anybody until past
my expiration date?

Are you kidding me?
Meredith, look at you!

I'm sure guys are trying to
knock you up left and right.

Thank you?

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Oh, look at this!

Nurse Elena still works
at the clinic.

Hmm. Apparently nobody
at the clinic knows
about her side business.

Dr. Foster did.
Crazy Daisy sent him
a note about it last week.

So, Elena got to him
before he could do
anything about it?

Let's pick her up.

This is disgusting.
I can't drink that.
Ugh.

Mmm. I haven't had
these cookies since
before my baby was born.

-I have a baby!
-Oh, sweet!

-Can I take a peek?
-No, she's scared of peeks.

-And she's sleeping.
-I understand,
I have a daughter, too.

-Uh, two dozen mixed, please.
-Yum, good order.
I'll have the same.

-So, how old is your daughter?
-Oh, she's seven.
How old is yours?

-18 months.
-And she's still
in an infant stroller?

What? No! She...

I mean 18 inches, that's...
Why did I say months?
That's weird.

Sorry, I'm so overwhelmed
with picking out schools.
You can never start too early.

Not in New York. If you want
what's best for your baby

you have to get her
on the wait list now.

Exactly, so what schools
do you think we should
apply to?

Hanley is good. Several people
I know like West Side.

Aren't the kids mean
at West Side? I have
to be careful, you know...

Little Mylar, she's sensitive.

Mylar, like a balloon?

Apparently. I just don't want
her to be teased.

-Where does your daughter go?
-Ralston, the best.

But even there
you have to make sure
to be your child's advocate.

-Okay, so Ralston?
-Yeah, you should
give them a call.

(CHUCKLES) Oh! I plan to.

Oh! It's fine.
She sleeps like a log.

Embryo napping?

Gotta say, Elena,
it's a first for us.

-I was just trying to help.
-Giving someone a hug
is helping.

Selling them an embryo
is a felony.

You haven't seen
what I've seen.

People torn apart
because they can't conceive.

Meanwhile, other couples
have dozens of embryos left
over that they'll never use.

Left over? We're not talking
about tuna casseroles.

I didn't do this lightly.

After her second miscarriage,
I found Daisy on the floor
in tears.

Her eggs weren't viable.

I made a bad judgment call.

Maybe, you made more than one.

So what happened, Elena?
Dr. Foster threatened
to call the cops?

You didn't wanna
go to jail?

Let's face the facts,
who knows needles
better than a nurse!

No... Dr. Foster did
confront me. But he would
never turn me in.

Why not?

A few years ago, Dr. Foster
stopped letting nurses in
during ultrasounds.

Right after that, the clinic's
pregnancy numbers
went way up.

-How'd that happen?
-No idea.

When I asked him about it,
he gave me a big raise.

Told me to
mind my own business.

Well, I'm not very good
at minding my own business.

And I think I know
what's going on.

I'm gonna need your help.

Seems like old times in here.

I haven't been in an OB/GYN's
office since before we were
pregnant with the twins.

We were pregnant
with the twins?

You smoked cigars and drank
and put together a crib.

I gained 60 pounds,
peed every hour and didn't see
my toes for almost a year.

Good times!

Hey, easy on the nostalgia!

You're only here
because the doctor
would recognize Billy.

So, now I'm reduced
to baby-daddy for hire. Ouch!

Oh! Whoa, whoa. Uh-uh!
Stay north of the equator.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Doctor, meet Laura Diamond.

-She's been seeing Dr. Foster.
-Hi!

Four weeks post IVF,
positive home pregnancy test
two weeks ago.

And this'll be
her first ultrasound.

And I'm Jake, baby-daddy.

Oh, exciting!
Well, let's take a look.
Shall we?

That'll be all, Elena.
Thank you very much.

Okay, let's do this.
We're back in
the saddle again.

Oh, wow! Shouldn't that thing
buy me a drink first?

-Just relax.
-Okay.

Might be a little cold
at first.

Oh, my God!

Where do you store that thing?
Inside the Snow Queen?

(CHUCKLES) Uh...

Uh, let's see if we can
enhance the image.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Congratulations,
you're pregnant.

Congratulations,
you are under arrest.

I am assuming
there will be no charge.

I have dedicated
my entire career to helping
women get pregnant.

Or, by helping them think
that they are pregnant.

Doctor, what happens
when you dose anybody
with HCG? Even a

male jockey?

And have them take
a pregnancy test?

The test comes out positive.

Right. And then you
rig an ultrasound
to show a heartbeat and ta-da!

You've got one pregnancy
for the books.

-Let me explain...
-There is no need.

I'm a very fast study.

So, the next check-up...

Suddenly you can't find
a heartbeat.

The patient stops taking HCG,
she gets her period.

And she thinks she's
had a miscarriage.

It's a pretty clever scam.

You give people just
enough hope, so that they
start another $10,000 cycle.

Another cycle that might
get them pregnant.

-We gave them hope.
-False hope!

You lie to make money.

Have you even seriously
thought about how much pain
you are causing these people?

Look, there are 1.5 million
IVF procedures every year.

Can you guess
how many of those fail?

1.2 million!

Failure is built into
this business from the start.

Other clinics turn
tough cases away so that
they can keep their stats up.

But Karl and I knew
we could help some
of these women get pregnant.

And we did.

If you don't offer people
something to believe in,

they quit before they give it
a chance to work.

In other words, you manipulate
people by feeding them lies.

Now we've got you
on multiple felonies, Doctor.

I'm thinking we can
upgrade it to a homicide.

We have a pretty high
success ratio ourselves.

Uh, I had nothing to do
with Karl's murder.

Polygraph me if you want.

None of this would've come out
if Karl was still alive.

His death has ruined
my career.

When you put it that way,
it's a real tear-jerker.

(DOCTOR SIGHS)

Maybe one of your patients
found out about your scam and
wasn't very happy about it.

I'm gonna need the names of
all the patients you swindled.

Hello, is this Ralston?

Excellent, and who
am I speaking to?

A very good day to you,
Mrs. Flores.

This is Maximilian Carnegie,
NYPD, second precinct.

Hello, not to rock your world,

um, but my colleague
and I are investigating
an alleged assault,

allegedly committed by
one of your former students

against a darling little
first-grader of yours,
Zoey Sullivan.

Yes, is she not just
the sweetest?

Mmm-hmm. Yes, my records
indicate that his parents

subsequently removed him
from your school.

Very good, we're just
crossing our T's and dotting
our I's over here.

If I could impose on you
to just confirm for me

the spelling of the offender's
first and last name.

P-E-T-E-R, W-H-I-T-E.

Peter White! Huh!
Would you look at that?

Um, it's just like it sounds.

I, I thought there
was like a silent, um,
other letter in there.

You have been
just super helpful.
Haven't you? That is all.

Damn, you're good.

Tell us about Dr. Foster.

Aw, poor thing!

My husband and I just returned
last night from Argentina.

We were going to start
another cycle next week.

-So, you like Dr. Foster?
-No, I loved him.

We were actually gonna start
another round of IVF soon.

But that many miscarriages
must have made you
pretty upset?

Absolutely, but we adopted
our daughter four months ago.
She's such a gift.

He's a fertility guru.

I love babies so much.
Love, love, love, love...

-The shots make you...
-...crazy. But if it
ends in a...

...baby, it's fine by me.

Is it weird to say
he had warm hands?

I always thought
that it was ironic
that he was called Dr. Foster.

Because he fostered so many
babies into this world.

Okay, I have officially
OD'd on the mommy joy.

14 interviews, zero murderers?

We still have the patients who
didn't respond to our calls.

Yes, you grab Laura,
I'll grab the captain,
split up and track 'em down?

Let's do it.

For not being deep-fried
and sugar-coated,
these are pretty good.

I could eat nothing but these
every day of my life.

That's what marriage is.
See, you could get married.

So, in this scenario,
am I marrying plantain chips?

Just give me some.

-Way to Bogart.
-Hey, I'm entitled.
My people invented these.

Yeah, your people hailed
from Trader Joe's?

(LAUGHING)

Okay, next customers.

Tara and Jason Harvell,

conned into thinking
they were pregnant
three times last year.

Once is bad enough,
three times is obscene.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hi, Ms. Harvell?

Detective Laura Diamond,
would you mind if we spoke
to you for just a moment

about Dr. Karl Foster?

Of course, we love Dr. Foster.
We just saw him
earlier this week

when he gave us our good news.

Congratulations,
how far long are you?

Five weeks. I had gone to
a different doctor before

and he told me I'd never
get pregnant, but Dr. Foster
keeps proving him wrong.

He's a miracle worker.

Thank you so much
for your time.

-Kind of wanting
to tell her the truth.
-I know.

But she believes she's
pregnant, so odds are
she's not our killer.

-(SNEEZES)
-Bless you!

Horse dander?

Was there something else?

Just... Just one more thing.

I know this sounds random,
but have you been
around horses lately?

Horses? No, not in years. Why?

Nice jacket.
Is that your husband's?

-Oh, yes, it is.
-May I?

(SNEEZES)

Ma'am, where is your husband
right now?

Upstairs, grilling,
on the deck.
I had a meat craving.

Must be a boy!

Okay, call for backup.

-Mr. Harvell?
-Yeah?

-Hi.
-Hi.

Detective Diamond,
Detective Soto.

We need to talk to you
about your wife's pregnancy.

Okay.

-What about it?
-Let's start with this.

Are you gonna tell her
that it's fake or are you
gonna let her believe

that she miscarried again?

Will you please just
keep your voice down?
I don't wanna upset my wife.

Three cycles of IVF and each
time Dr. Foster lied to you.

Yeah, and... And you just have
no idea what it's been like.

What, what it's done to Tara.

And each time she thought
she miscarried,
part of her died.

How did you figure it out?

Well, I'm a video editor.
(SIGHS)

Took me three supposed
pregnancies to realize

that it was the exact same
footage every single time.

But I can prove it.
You arrest him.

I can show you how he faked
the ultrasound tapes.

We can't arrest him, Jason.

-Why not?
-Because he is dead.

No, he... He can't be.

I'm sorry, Jason,
but it's true.

Tell us what happened.

You followed him
to the race track.

No, I, I didn't. I...

Haven't been to
the race track in years.

We can pull the security
footage from the track.

My money says that you're
gonna be on it.

You got him alone,
you confronted him.

You two fought and you
stabbed him in the chest
three times with a needle.

(STAMMERING)
I swear he was alive
when I left him in...

And there wasn't even
anything in that needle.

There was air, Jason,
and it was pumped
straight into his heart.

Oh, my God! No, I, I...

I, I didn't mean to kill him.
I just...

I wanted to ask him why?
Wha...

Why he destroyed us like that
over and over? How...

How he could do that
to my wife?

-He denied it?
-It's worse.

He offered me a refund. Huh?

It was all about the money
to him.

Uh, I just...
I got so mad, I...

(STUTTERING) I wanted him
to know what it felt like
all those times

when my wife jabbed herself
with those needles.

You know, so, so...

I grabbed one and, uh...

Oh, my God!
I can't believe it.

-You need to come
with us, Jason.
-No, no!

No, I just... Stay back!

Don't do this.
Your wife needs you, Jason.

No, she doesn't.

I failed her in every way.
You have no idea
what she has gone through.

Yes, I do.

When my husband
and I found out that we were
pregnant with a little girl,

we were overjoyed.

Decorated her entire room
with little stars.

But life doesn't always
turn out the way you planned.

And one by one,
we had to take each one
of those little stars down.

Two years later,

we got pregnant again,
this time twins.

And now I have two

loud, rowdy,

exhausting, wonderful boys.

And I can't imagine
my life any other way.

Jason,

your family is coming.

Maybe through IVF,
maybe adoption.

But you gotta
stick around for it.

No, I can't be a father.

Not after killing someone,
I can't.

Tara deserves better.

Just stay back.

The kick is good.

-Thanks.
-You bet.

Hey, uh, what you said
to Jason up there,

(SCOFFS) I had no idea.

Come on, you bought that?

Wait a minute,
you made that up?

(SCOFFS) Well played!

I would've said anything
to talk that guy
off the ledge.

Yeah, or kick his ass
off the ledge.

Oh, come on!

It's a two-story drop.

Better he break his ankle than
become a human tiki torch.

Aw, poor guy!

All he wanted to do
was to make his wife happy.

Must be nice being
in a relationship

where somebody has your back
like that, you know?

It's making me rethink
this whole marriage thing.

Wait, wait, wait!

Nothing I've ever said
has even made a dent
in your anti-marriage position

but a suicidal killer
brings you around?

Nice!

I'm feeling really good
about myself right now.

One doctor killer in custody.

Ms. Foster already called
to thank you.

I should suspend you
for that little stunt.

Oh, please!
I knew the airbag was there.

Besides, that was a total
purple belt move.

-(SCOFFS)
-Sparring with the boys.

It's good practice.

(CLICKING TONGUE)
They are good boys.

The best!

Do you still think about her?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Me too.

I don't mean to sound braggy,
but I'm amazing.

Zoey Sullivan with the support
of her tiger mommy

is the seven-year-old force
behind the expulsion of one
Peter White of Park Slope.

Oh, yes!

It gets better.
I did some digging online.

And found Zoey is also
the pint-sized plaintiff

in a pending lawsuit against
Mom and Dad White.

As well as an unrelated action
against a supposed bully

at her summer camp
in Westchester.

Thank you, Internet.

The Internet does not
search itself.

You off to bust another scam?

Mmm-hmm!

Seems to be my thing today.

Hiding cookies?

LAURA: I saw that.
JAKE: I don't care.

Excuse me, excuse me,
excuse me, excuse me, yes.

Whoo! You guys are doing
a great job, boys!

That's some serious
Jackie Chan stuff there.

Listen, go in the locker
room in the back
and get your stuff.

No dawdling!
Jackie Chan doesn't dawdle.

-Incoming.
-LAURA: I'm in position.

Okay.

HARRISON: Isn't it cool
we got our purple belts?

NICHOLAS: Yeah, so cool!

You both get your
purple belts?
It's not fair!

-Hey!
-We're gonna
tell on you, Zoey.

I already told you,
if you say one word,

the devil will come
to your house
and burn it down.

As for the apology, Zoey,
would you do the honors?

Sorry!

My kids might be a handful.

Two handfuls even.

But they are not bullies.
And they do not lie.

As for you, you might
find this helpful.

Come on, boys!

Pretty badass, Diamond!
Pretty badass!

Word!