All language subtitles for Alert Missing Persons Unit S03E03 - Lay (Awafim.tv)

Previously on Alert...

I give you my whole world.

I give you my hand, my life.
I love you.

[Nikki]
That is Charlie McGannon--

the current Irish Mob boss.

I got you
where you are today.

Don't think
I can't undo that.

Nikki's missing.
Her car's been destroyed.

I want an Alert issued
for Captain Batista!

[crying out]
Nikki! Can you hear me?

- Let me see her.
- No, no, no.

Let me see her. Jay!

Did you say goodbye to my wife
before she died?

If you see Nikki
on the other side,

tell her Mike sent you.

He's not getting away with it.
He's done.

[Jason] " To my MPU team,

go out there every day
and save as many as you can."

[♪]

[lid rattles and clangs]

Sorry.

Didn't mean to startle you.

[bag unzips]

What do you want for it?

Nothing. No strings.

[package rustles]

Oh, no, that's okay.

[cart rattling]

[♪]

[Speedway [In My Zone]
by Jason Chu and Lowhi playing]

[singing in Mandarin]

[singing in Mandarin]

♪ Showed up
where I shouldn't have been ♪

♪ Two years ago
they wouldn't let us in ♪

♪ For a hundred years
they wouldn't let us win ♪

♪ Now the boys been crowned
the champions ♪

♪ I need my laurels ♪

♪ I need the premium florals ♪

♪ I need to stick
to my morals ♪

♪ I need the victory
in plurals ♪

♪ We out here
switchin' laaanes ♪

♪ [swerve, swerve!]
Like a cabbie ♪

♪ You be out here
lookin' laaaame ♪

♪ [so sad!]
With no navi ♪

♪ On the come-up
Switchin' lanes ♪

♪ Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane... ♪

♪ Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane ♪

♪ Stay in your lane ♪

♪ Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane... ♪

♪ Stay in your lane ♪

♪ Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane... ♪

[♪]

[spraying paint]

[♪]

[rumbling]

Hey. You like it?

Think it may be
my best work yet.

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, man.

Hey. S-Stay back!

[gasps]

[panting anxiously]

Hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey!

No!

[♪]

[♪]

It's still surreal,
isn't it?

[sighs]
Yeah, you can say that again.

Yeah.

How are you, Jason?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

I gotta thank, uh, Bill
for the time off with Sid.

That was a good couple months.
We needed it, you know?

How is Sidney doing?
Is she okay?

Kemi, we got a walk-in.

- Hey, Jay.
- What's up, buddy?

Welcome back.

Thank you.

[quieter]
How's he doing?

Ah, he's pushing through.

You know, he's picking up
more slack

until we identify
a new captain,

but I truly am worried

that he hasn't taken
enough time to process it.

You'll be riding with him today
so let me know what you think.

Okay.

It's good to have you
back, Jay.

Thanks.

[footsteps receding]

[♪]

[sniffling]

My son, Lay,

didn't came home
last night.

Lay lives with you?

Uh, he moved in last year,
to help with my bills.

He always calls
if he's not coming home.

Is there a chance

that he might've stayed
at a friend's house?

Yes,

but he missed an appointment
at the hospital this morning.

Hospital?
Is Lay sick?

No. It's my younger son, Luhan.

He has non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Lay is a bone-marrow match
for Luhan.

The final appointment
before the transplant surgery

was supposed to be
this morning.

Okay, I-I hate to ask this,

but, um, were there
any issues with your sons?

D-Did they get in a fight?

No.

Their father died
when I was pregnant with Luhan.

Lay never left his side since
the moment Luhan was born.

Yeah, he tried to fill
his father's shoes.

I get it.

[sobbing]
He's a good boy, Lay.

He would never
abandon his brother.

If Luhan doesn't
get this surgery...

[sobbing]

I-I can't lose them both!

I understand. Okay?
We're gonna look right into it.

I promise.

[breath shaking]

[Mike] Okay?

[♪]

All right, so,

our missing person's full name
is Zitao Lei,

but he uses the mononym "Lay,"
and he's a muralist.

[Mike] He is talented.

Yeah. He started off
as a graffiti artist,

but he has a few priors--

trespassing and B-&-E.

Yeah, that's consistent
with the graffiti thing.

Yeah, but it's all in the past.

I mean, he's legit now.

You know? We're talking
commissions, gallery shows--

the whole deal.

[Mike] "Local boy makes good"?

Good in terms of profile,

but not quite there yet
in terms of monetizing it,

but considering
where he started out...

Yeah. Well,
graffiti makes enemies,

so maybe somebody from his past
came after him.

Old grudge. Jealousy.

I mean, possibly a new one.

- [keys clacking]
- Look at this.

Lay's art is controversial.

I mean, he uses his murals
as a form of social commentary.

So maybe his art pissed off
the wrong person?

I can talk to the brother,

see if there's anyone specific
that Lay had troubles with.

And given his brother's
medical condition, I'm, uh...

putting out the Alert.

Okay.

[missing alert blares]

[alert blaring]

[P.A. announcement, indistinct]

[dripping]

[coughing weakly]

Luhan?

My name
is Detective Adebayo.

Can I ask you a few questions
about your brother?

Of course.
Anything.

When did you last see him?

Uh, yesterday morning.

He brought me
Mom's congee for breakfast.

Yeah, he says
that the hospital food

will kill me
before the cancer does.

Any idea
where he went after that?

[monitors beeping steadily]

No, I'm not sure.

Luhan, it's a good thing
to protect the ones you love.

Really good, but...

sometimes,
the best way to protect them

is to speak the truth.

You won't tell anyone here?

In the hospital? Hell, no.

[Luhan chuckles, then coughs]

[exhales]

There's this place called
"Happy Healthy Homeopathy,"

and it's run by a guy
named Dennis McComb.

I was a patient there.

Don't let my stellar appearance
fool you--

I know I look great, but, uh...

[groans in pain]
...the treatments didn't work.

You're in good hands now.

The doctors here are top-notch.

Yeah, but my insurance isn't.

I have what they call
"catastrophic insurance."

That's a good name,
'cause it's a catastrophe.

I'm already behind on payments,

so I'll have to front
the deductible

before they'll approve
the transplant.

I don't have the money,
and that's why

Lay went to Dennis--
to get my money back.

Yeah, Lay always thought
it was a scam.

Should've listened to him.

How much
did you give to Dennis?

$8,000.

Okay... Okay.

Why? What, you--
you don't think

it has something to do with
why Lay's missing, do you?

No, no, no, no.

You're just gonna let me
worry about that, okay?

You promise me
that you're gonna rest now?

- Okay.
- All right?

- Don't eat that food.
- [Luhan laughs]

- You rest, okay?
- Okay.

- Hi...
- Hi.

I'm Dr. Roberta Stark,
I'm Luhan's oncologist.

You're looking
for his brother?

Yeah. Is there anything
that you can share with us?

Only that it's urgent
that you find him.

Luhan is too weak for chemo
and radiation.

This bone-marrow transplant
is his only hope.

I understand.

Respectfully,
I don't think you do.

In 48 hours,

Luhan will be too weak
to accept the transplant.

He needs that surgery now.

[♪]

[♪]

[chuckling]

[typing]

Is it Taye Diggs
blowin' you up again?

No. Maya, actually.

She's been texting me non-stop
ever since

I got her a part-time gig
at my friend's gallery.

But, apparently,
Lay's disappearance

made it to social media,

and now Maya's very concerned
that we find the...

"greatest street artist"
of her generation.

Yeah. Speaking of--

what do you got
on Dennis McComb?

Uh, yeah. Okay. So, he runs
"Happy Healthy Homeopathy,"

an alternative-medicine clinic
in Nicetown.

Now, that is the face

of a used-car salesman

who puts snake oil
in his engines.

Okay, someone's a bit of
a Judge-y Betty this morning.

Are you really gonna
defend a man

who's peddling B.S. to people
who are literally dying?

All right, calm down.

First of all,
homeopathy is not "B.S."

Now, making
unrealistic promises

like claiming that you can
cure cancer without chemo--

that is a different story.

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Okay. All right.

So, Luhan thinks that Lay
went to get his money back

from McComb,

but there is no way
that guy does refunds.

And if Lay refused
to take "no" for an answer...

The conversation
could've turned ugly.

- I'll get Jay.
- All right.

[♪]

[rippling and splashing]

[door shuts]

"Happy and healthy."

Yep.

Hmm.

Hmm.

How's Sidney?
May give her a phone call.

How's she doing?

Uh, she's, uh... she's okay.

You know, she wants to take
a semester off of school,

think a little bit--
um, get her head right.

Yeah, that makes sense.

- I get it.
- Alternative is,

you just push through,
keep it movin'...

ignore the grief.

Just wait for
the nervous breakdown to come,

and watch your head explode.

You trying to make
a point here?

No, no, no. I mean,
you-you lost your wife,

and you took
a whole three days off,

so you're-you're probably
just fine.

I am. I'm fine.

Right. Right. Until you're not.

You know, I--
I actually missed you,

at one point,
so thank you so much

- for absolving me of that.
- [bing-bing-bing-bing]

- You're welcome.
- I'll be right with you!

- Can we just focus on the case?
- Yeah.

Okay? You wanna
have a cup of tea?

You wanna sit down,
talk about our feelings?

No, that's fine.

Let's talk about, uh,
this clown's face

that I'd like to punch.

I'll bet you 20 bucks
that he lawyers-up

as soon as he sees a badge.

Right. So why don't you
let me do the talking?

Well, what?
You have a plan?

Yeah, I got a plan.
Go over there and...

look important, somehow.

- Please?
- You know I have questions.

Go. Go, go, go, go, go.

- Hi!
- Hi.

- How you doing?
- Good. How can I help you?

So, um, my-my boss over there--

uh, Mr. Sherman--

he would love a consult,
and he is very specific.

Doesn't do straight medicine,

so we're in the right place,
I think.

Mr. McComb's schedule
is full today.

But if you fill out your boss's
insurance information,

we can get him on the books
next week.

Okay, it's--
it's gotta be today.

Um, let me tell you
what happened.

Um, my-my boss, he went on
a business trip to Amsterdam,

and, without getting
too personal,

his symptoms are something

that we'd-we'd rather not
file with insurance.

[♪]

Um... i-itching, rashes.

He did-- He did say
the word "discharge."

I think-- I got squeamish,
and I stopped listening, but--

[quickly] I see! Um...

So you'll be paying
out of pocket, then?

Yeah, yeah! Yeah, w-we'll
throw in some extra money, uh,

if Dennis could
see us right away--

assuming he can be discreet.

Um, I'll get you set up
in his office.

Just...

Have your boss...

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Of course.

Hey, boss?

Time to, uh... scrub in.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you think there's real
rhino testicles in there?

Would that make it
better or worse?

Certainly worse,
if you're the rhinoceros.

- [door swings open]
- Gentlemen!

How are we today?

Fine, thanks.

So...
[exhaling deeply]

I understand
you're experiencing

some discomfort...

in the nether regions?

My nether region
is fine, thank you.

Yeah, we're, um--

we're actually here to talk
about a kid named Lay.

Uh, I think his brother
was a patient of yours.

- What is this about?
- We're MPU.

Lay's missing,
and we have reason to believe

you were one of the last people
to see him.

[chuckles]

Should my lawyer be present
for this conversation?

I mean, only if
you got something to hide.

- Okay.
- [claps lid shut]

He did come by to discuss
his brother's treatment.

That's the treatment
where you charged him $8,000?

The treatment
that didn't work? Right?

Look, Luhan was well aware
of our policy.

Refunds require a six-
to ten-month review period.

You're telling patients

that you can cure cancer
without chemo.

They don't got
"six to ten months".

You're here about Lay.
And, yes, I saw him.

We spoke, I made my position
clear, and he left.

Like, I-I have security footage
that will back that up.

Anything else?

You have any idea
where he went from here?

Nope.

Look, for what it's worth...

I hope you find the guy.

I feel for that family.

Truly.

Yeah, you're a saint.

[♪]

Hey. So, I searched
McComb's security footage,

and Lay confronted McComb,

but if anything,
Lay was the aggressor.

McComb shut him down.

Lay left, and I have no idea
where he went after that.

- [pounds desk]
- Dammit.

Sorry. I'm just--
I'm over-caffeinated.

All right. Well, pour yourself
some decaf, okay?

'Cause we got
a hit off of the Alert.

An officer from
the 9th District called in.

He arrested Lay yesterday for
trying to pass a forged check.

[sighs] All right.
Check's for $8,000,

which is what they owe
for the deductible.

I mean, I don't even know
how they caught this.

Definitely passes
the eyeball test.

I mean,
he's such a talented artist.

And without the money,
then there's no transplant,

and his brother dies--
he's desperate.

- So he's in lockup?
- No, he made bail.

How?

It was posted by a bondsman
named Max Goings

who does business with
the 9th District all the time.

All right.
Get him in here now.

Okay. You okay?

Yeah.

[♪]

- Nice digs you got here.
- Thanks.

Mind if I hang a flyer?

Uh... well, maybe.

Depends.

Uh, I'm gonna need
some information

on a client of yours--
uh, Zitao Lei.

Not happening.

No. If word gets out
that I'm sharing client info

with the cops,

it'll kill my business.

Right. You're aware of
what floor you're on, right?

The Missing Persons Unit?

Means if I'm asking
about a client of yours,

he is missing,

and that's not good
for a bail bondsman,

so why don't you help me
help you?

Okay. Look.

All I know is,
I got a call

that the kid had
the cash for a bond.

I showed up, and the money
was at the intake desk.

So Lay didn't
call you directly?

No. Apparently,
he used his phone call

to get some dude
to bring the bond money.

Okay. Does that "dude"
have a name?

- "Spider."
- Not a name. That's a bug.

Look, all I know
is that Lay said

that "Spider came through"
for him.

The money was right--
I didn't ask any questions.

Okay, that's not gonna
get you a flyer on the wall.

Anything else
you can tell me?

Yeah.

If Lay doesn't show up
to court, he better be dead.

[wakes with a start]

[whimpering]

[breath shaking, groaning]

[plaster cracking]

[gasps]

[rubble crumbling]

[♪]

- Have you found Lay yet?
- We're getting closer.

But we're actually trying
to find his friend--

his name is Spider.

Apparently,
he loaned Lay some money.

Ma...

[speaks Mandarin]

[chuckles softly
and speaks Mandarin]

[smooch]

Sorry. I just don't want her
more upset than she already is.

Spider's not a friend.

I hope Lay didn't take
money from that jerk.

- So you know him?
- Yeah.

His real name is Tyree Baker,
but his art handle's "Spider."

You think he knows
where Lay is?

I mean, we'll find out.

Lay and Spider both do murals
as social criticism,

but Spider's a hack.

On-the-nose messaging...

you know, lame graphics.

- Yeah.
- That him?

[Luhan] Yeah, that's his stuff.

Yeah, Spider targets
big businesses

and parodies
of their products.

Yeah. But, uh, that was from,
like, five years ago.

Spider's lost his edge.

He's jealous of Lay.

Why would he bail him
out of jail?

Jail? L-Lay's in jail?

He was,
and he's out now.

We're gonna find him
for you, Luhan, okay?

Did it ever get violent
between Spider and Lay?

Uh, no.
Uh, worst it ever got

was they were just modifying
each other's murals.

Like Banksy and King Robbo.

[Luhan gasping]

[coughing intensely]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You need to rest now.

I want you to take care
of yourself now, okay?

[wheezes]
I don't care about me.

Just find my brother.

We will.

Luhan, I need you
to keep faith, okay?

- [weakly] Okay.
- We will.

[Luhan sobs]

Mike, I'm gonna get you
an address for Tyree Baker,

aka "Spider."

[♪]

So, Lay picks a fight
with a con artist,

then gets pinched
for counterfeiting,

then he goes begging
to some hipster graffiti clown,

who Luhan says
is a real piece of work.

Right. You--
You getting enough sleep?

Yeah, I'm getting enough sleep.

I'm sleeping great.

In fact,
I excel at sleeping.

- Are you getting enough sleep?
- Y-- I am, yeah.

I-I mean, I took the time
to process.

Good. Well, I'm glad
we're all processing

in our own way.

Yeah.

Look, you gotta--

you gotta feel
your feelings, man, that's--

Listen, I appreciate
your concern.

- Thank you.
- But, every day,

I show up to work,

and when I decide
to feel sorry for myself,

I meet someone who's having
a worse day than me.

Like that mother who might
lose both of her kids.

Helping them--
that's my process.

So can we please
just focus on the kid?

Absolutely. Right into
the Spider web, Sergeant.

Got you.

[♪]

♪ Rap is easy, man
I grew up on it ♪

♪ Like Chapati
with the stew up on it ♪

♪ Always knew ♪

♪ If I put something new
up on it ♪

♪ Put your crew up on it ♪

♪ Make it do what it do... ♪

You ever heard of knocking?

- [knocks]
- Tyree Baker?

You can call me "Spider".

Spider,
this is a very nice place.

You own it? What happened
to the starving artist?

Starving
is for the talentless.

Listen, you wanna
commission a painting,

I'll get you in touch
with my gallerist.

No. No, I'm-I'm more of
a photography guy, myself.

This one, right here--

this really screams
"Daddy didn't love me."

I prefer when it's tastefully
implied, you know?

Yeah, and I prefer
a newer artist.

Maybe you heard of him--

goes by the name of Lay?

What, are you guys cops?

Wow, look at that-- the left
side of his brain works, too.

Yeah, we are cops.

Lay went missing yesterday.

So, what, you think
I know where he is?

I got no idea, man.

Well, you bailed him
out of jail.

Which is a weird thing to do
for somebody you don't like.

Now, he's gone, and you were
the last person to see him, so.

You wanna tell us what happened

after he was released
from lockup?

[whacks can, can clatters]

[♪]

Well, that's
an interesting choice.

- Get the car.
- Yep.

Spider, stop!

[♪]

Yo! Dumb idea!

Spider,
this is not helping you!

[♪]

- [thud]
- [grunt]

You don't wanna
do this, Spider.

[crashing]

[car motor revving]

Spider, I-I get
running from the cops,

but now you ding the Whip--
we gotta bring ya in!

Get up.
Up against the wall.

Come on! Don't move, all right?
Don't move!

[concerned] Mike?
You good?

- Never better.
- I like the energy.

- Delivery for you, Kemi.
- Oh, thank you.

- [Kemi chuckles]
- What's that?

It's, uh,
Maya's favorite Lay mural.

Yeah, she had it, uh, delivered
from South Street Art Mart.

That's sweet.

Oh, please, it's not for me.
No.

She wants me
to get it signed for her

once we find Lay.

[deep breath]

[sighs] Yeah. Thank you.

[Luhan] Ma.

Ma?

This is the nurse, Shauna.

She's cute, right?

[chuckles] Your son's
trying to play matchmaker

for his brother.

Because we're gonna find him.

[sniffles]

You're very pretty.

And very patient,

if you've had to put up
with my son's mischief.

[chuckling]

She's Chinese, too.

[speaks Mandarin]

Jiangsu, but my Mandarin's
kind of rusty.

Is that a problem
for your brother, Luhan?

Luhan?

[gurgling]

- [machine beeping]
- No. No!

I've got a code blue in 312!

[announcement crackles]
Code blue. Code blue.

Luhan! No!

Bao bei!

- Bao bei!
- You have to wait outside.

- Okay?
- Bao bei! No!

I've got you.

I've got you, I've got you.
Come on.

[sobbing] No!

[♪]

[ringing]

Detective Adebayo.

This is Dr. Stark.
I'm calling about Luhan.

Yeah. How is he doing?

He's gone into renal failure,

likely because of something
called tumor lysis syndrome.

Without that transplant,
he's out of options.

How much time do we have?

If it were up to me,
he'd be in surgery right now.

We're running out of time.

I understand.

Thank you, Doctor.

[Mike, on monitor]
I got all day.

Quit stalling. Where's Lay?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What I'm talking about
is obstruction of justice

and assaulting an officer--
that's ten years.

Ten years? What-- for what,
kicking a can of paint?

Prosecutors have done more
with less.

It's time to start
cooperating, Spider.

All right, fine.

Lay called me from lock-up

and he said he needed money
to help his brother,

so I agreed to hire him.

Put up his bail.

And then I told him I'd kick in
40-large for a mural.

- You commissioned your rival?
- Everybody does it, man.

Murakami, Hirst--
they all use studio assistants.

[chuckles] Huh. So that's
what we're calling it now?

I-I gave him the parameters,

and he just--
he agreed to use my monogram.

So you basically paid him
to make you look good.

Look, I approached him
months ago,

and he told me
to take a hike,

and then, yesterday,
he comes crawling back

with a pitch
for something in my style,

and so I agreed.

I haven't seen him
since last night.

I figured he got pinched again,

and then,
when you guys showed up,

I assumed he dimed me out.

That's understandable.

I mean, at your age,
what are you supposed to know

about what kids
think is cool, huh?

I am still relevant, okay?

Barely.

And if word got out
that you lost your edge,

and that Lay was carrying you,
that's a career-ender.

But look,
your secret's safe with me...

just as long as you tell me

where Lay was gonna
put up that mural.

[rainfall pattering]

Kinda like it.

You know,
he takes a shot at Dennis,

gets paid--
he's a smart kid.

I mean, Dennis has a bunch
of these billboards

around the city--
why'd he pick this one?

That's a good question.
I got an idea.

[phone ringing]

Detective Adebayo.

[Jason] Hey, Kemi!
We found the mural.

You got a home address
for Dennis McComb?

- Yeah, give me a second.
- [keys clacking]

All right. So, he lives
in a building that he owns,

near Hunting Park
on Darien.

Oh, Darien, huh?
Yeah, I figured as much.

We're standing on the roof.

What about his cellphone--
you got that,

in that magic computer
of yours?

Yeah. Patching you through.

If I was Dennis,
and I saw this on the roof,

I'd wanna kill him, too.

The kid's got serious cojones.

This is McComb.

[thick Chicago accent]
Yeah, this is, uh, Steve,

over at "U See It" Billboards.

I'm standin' on the roof
over in Darien.

Uh, I got a crew ready
to clean up this mess.

The building manager said
you were the contact.

Uh, so someone needs
to come down here

and sign this thing.

Look, I'm at the office.
Can I email it?

No, no, no, you can't e--
we don't do e-sign.

You gotta--
You gotta come down here.

Otherwise, you reschedule,
and then it'll be, like,

you know, six, seven weeks--
somethin' like that.

No, no.
Tell them I'm on my way.

Oh, you're on your way? Great.
We'll be here waiting for ya.

We'll see you soon. Bye.

Steve from Chicago?

Yeah. Chicago.
I like the Bears, right?

[door slams]

Whoa!
What the hell is this?

This is where
you tell us where Lay is.

- Right now.
- Look, I didn't touch that kid!

I don't like being lied to.

See that?

That's 15-feet-worth of motive.

All right?
Kidnapping-- 20 years.

Talk to us,
it'll be less.

Yeah. That's assuming
that Lay is still alive.

Okay, okay. I saw him last
night, but I didn't hurt him.

He don't believe you.
Make him believe you.

I was ready to kick his ass,

but he took off
before I got the chance.

Okay, took off where?
There's only one stairwell.

No, he didn't take the stairs.

The crazy kid went
free-running that way,

building to building!

Friggin' artists!
They're psycho.

That's all I know.

I'm telling you,
if you're holding back--

I'm telling you,
that's all I know.

Well, there's
a patrol car downstairs,

and it's not leaving
until we find Lay.

Don't move!

[stairwell door bangs]

[sighing]

[P.A. announcement]
Dr. Johnson to Cardiology.

Dr. Johnson to Cardiology.

I know you are trying
the best you can,

but my son is dying,

and it's my fault.

It's not your fault.

He just tried
to make me happy.

Just like his brother.

You have raised
two incredible sons.

Being a mother is one of
the hardest jobs in the world.

A mother shouldn't have
to outlive her children.

You just look after Luhan,

and I will find Lay.

Okay?

[♪]

What's wrong?

Lay's mom is blaming herself.

She thinks that she put

the idea of alternative
medicine into Luhan's head.

And traditional Chinese
medicine is a long way

from the garbage
that McComb is peddling.

She's getting desperate.
I don't blame her.

Well, we have patrol canvassing

but we-we gotta
narrow the search.

What do you got?

Uh, I have a long shot,
but it may work.

Um, so I searched
Lay's socials,

and he has a smartwatch.

Okay, good.
Can we get a location on it?

So, Luhan gave me
the login for his cell,

which didn't help,
because the cell is dead,

or it's out of juice.

Uh, but the credentials
should be the same

for his smartwatch.

[locator buzzes]

Location services
are disabled.

Yeah, it makes sense
for someone who has a history

of breaking
onto private property.

You know what?
I am not giving up on this kid.

Let's see. Let me search,
um, notification history.

Wait a minute. Here.

Okay. Okay, so the account
reported a hard fall

around the same time

that Dennis claims
that he confronted him.

Dennis said that he did
a roof-run, heading east.

Yeah.

If he didn't make one of
those buildings jumps...

...Then that accounts
for the hard fall, yeah.

All right, give me
a satellite view of that area--

everything within
a six-block radius.

I'll check
the rooftop distances,

and I will identify
all of his possible routes.

- Right, perfect. Send it to me.
- I got you.

[breath shaking]

[whimpering]

[groaning]

[crying out, weakling]
Help!

Ahh!

[sobbing]
Somebody, please!

[♪]

[battery alert blips]

[Lay whimpers]

[crying]

[groans]

Help! Help, please!

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help...

We searched the exterior

of every building
he could've fallen from.

Patrol's doing a second sweep,

but so far,
there's no sign of him.

Paramedics haven't
picked him up.

Where the hell
is this kid, Kemi?

We keep assuming
that he fell off the building.

What if he fell into
the building?

What do you mean?

Okay, so there's a building
not far from Dennis.

It looks like the developer
ran out of money.

I mean, the place looks
like a box of tetanus

that's being held together
by duct tape and a dream.

So, the building's
falling apart,

I imagine the roof's
not being maintained.

If Lay ran across it...

The roof could have collapsed.

I'll gonna call
Search and Rescue.

We're closer!
Tell 'em to meet us there.

The building
isn't stable, Mike.

All right, we don't got
a ton of time. Hit it.

- [siren wailing]
- [engine revving]

[footsteps echo]

Jay?

[light rubble and dust falling]

- This ain't good.
- No. Let's go.

[thud]

[thump]

Lay!

[distantly]
Lay, can you hear me?

[Jason]
Can you hear me, buddy? Lay!

[grunts]

[breath shaking]

[weakly] Hel...

Hear that?

Yeah.
He's somewhere down there.

I can't tell
where it's coming from.

Hey, you got tape in that bag?

Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Yeah.

- Answer your phone.
- What are you doing?

So, there was an earthquake
when I was in Kandahar.

Six-point-something.
The barracks collapsed.

This is how we found survivors.

That's pretty clever.

Hang tough, buddy.
We're coming!

Lay, keep making noise!

[Jason] You got picture?

[Mike] Uh, yeah.

[♪]

- Huh?
- No, nothing yet.

[♪]

Just a whole lotta ceiling.

Oh...

right here, right here.

[♪]

Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Go back! Go back!

Yeah, he's right there.
I see him.

Where the hell
is Search and Rescue?

[rumbling, crashing]

All right, come on.
We gotta dig him out.

[grunting]

No. You should be there by now.

What do you mean, delayed?

No, I understand,

but a young man's life
is on the line.

Thank you.

Search and Rescue?

Ten minutes out, but Lay may
not have ten minutes.

[♪]

- Lay, can you hear me?
- Hey, buddy.

We're not going anywhere, all
right? You're gonna be okay.

- My brother--
- Let's get you to the hospital

so we can transfer
that bone marrow, yeah?

All right, come on.

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
- What do you mean?

Hey, Lay, hang in there,
buddy, okay? One second.

What are you doing?
We don't have time for that.

Look, I've seen this before.

- It's called "crush syndrome."
- What is that?

So, we were pulling this guy
out of the collapsed barracks,

okay, and I'm moving this last
piece of wall off his leg.

Right, we get him outta there,
I think he's gonna be fine,

couple minutes later,
he just died.

And the medics said
it was because the blood

rushed back to his limbs
too fast.

We cannot move that rock.

All right, copy that.

Not removing it.
You got a workaround?

No.

Not unless you got
an IV in that bag of yours.

- Not exactly.
- Hey, Lay.

Listen to me, buddy.
I need you to hang in there

for just a couple more minutes.
Okay? Rescue team's on the way.

I don't think
that's gonna be an option.

Call Kemi.

Hey, Kemi, we got a problem.

We gotta put an IV in this kid
before we move him.

Okay, but we don't have
one of those,

and he's losing a lot of blood.

Emergency rescue
will be on site in five.

Look, I'm not a doctor,
but I don't think we have five.

I don't know
what else to do.

Mike, you are
the senior officer on site.

You have to make a call.

All right, screw it.
Let's get him out.

I'm not losing two boys today.

- [straining intensely]
- [Lay yelling]

[Lay screaming in pain]

Ah! Ah!

[Lay sobbing and wailing]

Get me some gauze.

[Lay grunting and groaning]

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Keep breathing.
Keep breathing.

[sobbing in pain]

I know. I know.

- This ain't cutting it.
- Here, here.

[groaning woozily]

[screaming]

- You got it?
- Almost.

No, no, no, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, stay with me, all right?

I need you to keep
your eyes open, okay?

Your brother needs you.
Okay? I'm not leaving.

I'm with you
every step of the way.

- Mike!
- Stay with me! Stay with me!

Hang in there, Lay.

EMTs are almost here.
Just a little longer, buddy.

Guys, come on,
come on, come on!

We got a femoral artery bleed,
and he just lost consciousness.

[♪]

Pupils unequal
and dilated.

- [beep]
- Pulse 104.

[♪]

Pushing fluids now.

[♪]

Pressure's on the way back.

We got him.

Search and Rescue
are right behind us.

Team effort.

Good job
getting him out when you did.

[female medic]
Chopper's here.

- Is he gonna be okay?
- [male medic] Yeah.

Hey. Hey, buddy.

A promise is a promise.
I'm staying with you.

You got room on the chopper
for one more?

[male medic] Yeah, we do.

[♪]

[heart monitors
beating steadily]

How's my favorite
patient doing?

I see those extra-special IVs
are kicking in.

Mm-hmm.

Ready to get
some new bone marrow?

Yeah.

Well, if this guy
doesn't mess it up.

I mention my brother, Lay?

Just once or twice.

It's nice to finally
meet you, Lay. I'm Shauna.

Also known as
your future wife, bud.

[Lay, snickering] Ow!

Don't make me laugh, Lu.

Nice to meet you, Shauna.

Since I can't
really move right now,

- can you do me a favor?
- Of course.

[groans] Take my pillow...

and smack my dumb-ass brother
across the head with it.

- Lay!
- [Lay snickering]

Ow.

- Hello?
- Hi.

Dr. Stark said

that you're on track for
your transplant in a few hours,

and I just wanted
to express my best wishes.

Thank you so much, Detective.

[Lay] Oh.
Sergeant Sherman

told me there's a fan out there
who wanted an autograph.

It'd be my honor.

You're very generous.

And I know that your fans are
super-excited that you're okay.

One in particular.

[Mom] Oh!

Who should I make it out to?

Maya.

[♪]

[Jason] Hey!

Good news.
Spider transferred the money.

Deductible's been paid.

They're prepping
for surgery now.

They think he's gonna make it?

They like his chances.

You did the right thing today.

Is that an actual compliment?

Ah... no.

No, it's not a compliment.
It's an observation. You know?

Not the first one
I made today.

- Yeah, I noticed.
- Tsk.

Thing is, buddy,
you're on point--

always...
always on point--

but this,
working your ass off now is...

I kinda see
where it's coming from.

You know, when I, uh--
when I lost Keith,

I didn't wanna go home.

It didn't feel like home.

You know?
I see what you're doing.

First one in... last one out.

- Jay, you don't have to--
- Hey, hey.

Listen, I'm not letting you
go through this alone.

That's it. All right?

Besides, I used up
all my personal days already,

anyway, so you're kinda
stuck with me.

[Mike chuckles lightly]

[♪]

You wanna grab a beer,
go watch the game?

Which game?

I dunno, I figure somebody's
playing somebody, right?

- Raincheck.
- You got it...

- You got it.
- [claps his back]

- Jay?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

I actually did miss
having you around.

Missed you, too, buddy.

Missed you.

Missed you, too, man.

[♪]

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