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Previously on "Somewhere Between"...

For one to live, one must die.

Mommy's coming, angel.

I came back. To eight days before.

Why am I the one under arrest?

She's the one who attacked me.

He's a trophy keeper.

All I'm asking for

is the code to the lock on DeBray's apartment.

These could be trophies he took from the first five victims.

I've never seen either of these.

I'm so sorry.

You know I have no choice.

I have to order the release of the detainee.

If you live, my daughter dies.

- We'll call Jenny. - She'll stay on top of Haskell.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why is your hand on my person?

You, as a person of interest in this screwedup case,

aren't going anywhere until I get answers.

Laura.

Thank you, Jenny.

You'll follow him home?

You won't take your eyes off of him?

Cross my heart.

He's out.

Down, girl. Down.

I'm gonna sit by Mimi's bed in that hospital.

I'm not moving till she comes to and I.D.'s him.

Nico and a chick who should probably be committed...

that's nothing new.

What's new is one who's worth the trouble.

Good luck at the hospital.

Yeah, thanks.

Welcome home, dirtbag.

- Hello, officer. - Ma'am. Ma'am.

Is this Mimi's room?

- She can't have visitors, ma'am. - I'm a friend.

I'd like to be there when she wakes up.

Well, you're welcome to wait out here.

Please tell me if she opens her eyes.

And one was fired from the police

for the brutal beating of a citizen.

You're just picking on me

'cause Mrs. Price is too scary for you.

I'm picking on you because Mrs. Price is untouchable.

Look, I want to crush this guy as much as you do,

so help me out here and give up your source.

And no wiseass, so help me.

Okay.

I couldn't tell you this before

because the reason I know the stuff that I do

is not just a crime...

It's a sin.

I've been doing something mega skeezy...

even for me.

I've been going down to St. Joseph's church

and acting like a priest, in the confessional,

to get secrets I can do something with, you know?

Well, last week, DeBray comes in,

and he starts telling me what his plan is,

and if I...

An uninformed observer might look at it this way:

Disgraced excop steals a motorcycle,

winds up in an alley where a girl turns up dead.

Next night, commits violent assault in an apartment

where a girl turns up all but dead.

So, you want to help me out here,

or you want me to act uninformed?

Inspector Kupner, do you want to come in here

and write up Mr. Jackson

on charges of vehicular theft, please?

Won't be the first time you interpreted the facts

to suit the needs of the moment.

Really?

Are we still there?

Five years, we ever left "there"?

Look, if you are still blaming me for, what...

not "cutting you some slack," not "fixing" it for you,

then you are not the man that I still,

on no evidence whatsoever,

think that you are.

1079.

All personnel... 1079.

- What's a 1079? - Bomb threat.

You'll need to evacuate the building, ma'am.

Please proceed to the fire exit

and follow staff directions out of the building.

I have to stay with my friend.

Everyone who's mobile has to go.

We'll be moving the patients out as quickly as we can.

There is no bomb.

It's Haskell DeBray.

This is how he works.

I will not leave her side.

Come along now.

Hey!

Second floor!

The cops want to talk to you!

What do you want?

- Where's DeBray? - I don't know.

He came by to say hello, and then he took off.

That's not his apartment?

Why would I be in his apartment?

Should I sing you a lullaby?

Like your little boy never heard from you?

Help!

Help!

No!

Why don't you talk to her?

Why don't you find out why she's been stalking me?

Why were you at the hospital, Mrs. Price?

I'm a news producer.

I go where the story is.

Is he clear to go?

Yeah, I'll discharge him.

Good.

In that case, Haskell DeBray, you are under arrest

for the attempted murder of Mimi Halderman.

You have the right to remain silent...

I have no plans to remain silent.

But I'll only talk to one person.

- Me? - And then he literally zipped his lips

and threw away the key.

What's he gonna tell you?

What, am I a fortune teller?

You gonna put him in a room with me?

Stripped, bound, and shackled.

I told him nobody would be listening, but I was lying.

Man of the hour. Who's speaking?

You have zero idea what he wants to tell you?

Invite me to Ruby's talent show?

Where are you?

Market, crossing Geary.

DeBray's in the car ahead of me with Sarneau.

All right, I'll see you in 30 seconds.

I'm headed out the door.

If you want to shoot me in the back,

my spinal column starts right here.

Get an ambulance!

Stand back, sir.

Hey, hey!

What did you have to tell me?

They stopped looking for... ffor me.

Who did?

Who?

They didn't keep looking...

Who didn't keep looking?

The whole world's looking for you. Who?

Hey! Hey!

He... He took mine, so I... I took care of his...

Why did you want to kill Serena?

I didn't... get...

Why?

Hey. Hey, hey.

Listen, look at me. Look at me.

Why such a frowny face?

We just beat fate's ass to the ground.

Guy on the motorcycle...

DeBray could have a partner,

and the partner could have shot him

to stop him from talking.

Hey, Cupcake!

Tell the lady what you just told me.

We tracked the bike.

Registered to a David Loquasto.

He was in here earlier today to I.D. the jewelry.

His sister was the fifth victim.

I've never seen either of these.

We couldn't stop the man who killed his sister,

so he took care of it.

See?

You still holding me, Captain?

Case closed.

What'd I tell you?

Not a partner.

Revenge.

My baby's gonna live.

Yeah.

Long enough to turn into a teenager

and make you wish otherwise.

Don't forget about Mimi.

She didn't die.

No. We saved her, too.

My God.

Your brother.

This time, the governor won't have Serena to use as P.R.

He won't have to die.

We did it.

We sure did.

My husband must be sending out a search party by now.

I left my car at the hospital. Will you take me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Friends don't let friends drive in a state of shock.

I'll drive you home.

They stopped looking for me.

They stopped looking for me.

They stopped looking for me.

Does this have anything to do with Ruby?

No, it's... It's the police.

That's who's supposed to look for guys like...

him.

Seat belt's stuck.

- Thanks for the ride. - Hold on, wait.

- I'll walk you. - That's okay.

If I let a girl

walk herself to the door on a dark night,

I'd have to commit ritual suicide.

You don't want my death on your conscience, do you?

Or your blood on my sidewalk.

Yeah. Well, hold on, hold on.

Hey, you think if I keep telling myself it's over,

I'll actually believe it?

You'll be sorry if it's over.

No more running around crazy in the streets

with roguishly handsome me.

Have you always found yourself so entertaining?

Come on. Admit it.

I amuse the stuffing out of you.

My stuffing's perfectly in place.

You know what I'll miss?

Knowing what's gonna happen.

It made me feel... godlike.

That's nothing new for you.

Well, I, guess I'll see you next time

the universe decides to break all its rules on your behalf.

Yeah, next time.

Goodbye.

Nico.

Yeah?

What did the guy do?

What guy?

On the video,

the one that got you kicked off the force?

In the modern world, there's nowhere to hide, is there?

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't... - It was a meth factory...

in a house in El Sobrante.

Guy just...

escaped a cooking accident.

Place went up in a fireball.

Too bad his girlfriend and kid that he left behind

did not survive the inferno.

Too bad for my career with the police department

I let my... my disapproval of his behavior

get the better of me.

If it were me, I wouldn't have been kicked off the force

for assaulting him.

- No? - No.

I would've gone down for murder.

It was close.

Goodbye, Mrs. Price.

Good night.

Hey, Nico.

Even now, hours after the shooting took place,

the entire area surrounding the station

has been completely cordoned off.

We have word that the police

are actively pursuing the alleged shooter.

Until an arrest is made,

neither his identity nor the identity...

Did you get a look at the shooter?

Could you just hold me?

Please?

I'm sorry.

I've been crazy with this story.

But it's over now. It's done.

Is it over for Nico Jackson?

I need you to trust me that nothing happened

and that I'm done running around being certifiably insane.

If there's something you don't have...

that you're searching for out there...

I want you to find it right here.

There's some music that you need to face.

As in the entire San Francisco Symphony

with extra brass and a choir...

112 text messages.

- My God. - They all want interviews.

Chronicle... Reader... KJNA...

Promise me you won't tell anyone where I'm hiding.

You can't hide.

But...

You can run?

What do you say we...

change our names, blow this town,

start a new adventure?

You mean, like, run a boat charter in Fiji?

Be mountain guides in the Alps.

Freedom fighters in the Sudan.

Ooh.

Ha ha!

No.

Cartoons instead of math homework.

Do I hear the thundering crash of a Laurasaurus on the rampage?

Laurasaurus was about to go on a rampage...

Yeah?

But then she was distracted

by the deep, musky scent of a T.Rex on the hunt.

T.Rex forgot all about his prey...

and gently, firmly...

took hold of the Laurasaurus...

in his powerful jaws...

Coming up, Teacher of the Year

turns Killer of the Year...

- My God! - Gives him a failing grade.

Haskell DeBray's coworkers are in shock,

describing him as quiet but fiercely loyal.

Serena, since when do you watch the news?

They're releasing Jesse's new video today,

and I thought maybe they'd show some of it.

Well, how about this?

While we're waiting for the video to drop,

remember, before Christmas,

those Mexican hotchocolate cookies

we were supposed to make,

only somebody was, um, too busy at work?

Today, we are going to bake enough cookies

to make Santa Claus beg us to stop.

Hoho!

Captain Kendra Sarneau

was quick to give credit to the coroner at the scene.

Up.

You've always hated me.

The confession, sewn into DeBray's jacket,

revealed that he had been targeting mothers who had,

in his view, abandoned their children.

Records now confirm that several of his victims

had, in fact, given their children up for adoption.

This is when Ruby finds out the teacher she loves

is a killing machine.

This is when a normal uncle would drop in on his niece.

Well, there'd be drawing instead of math

and tree climbing instead of sports

and...

No, they'd never have that.

No, go ahead, say it.

We're talking about the perfect dream of a school.

- Okay. - Animals instead of science.

Chickens and mice and iguanas.

This is pretend, right?

No, angel, this is real.

I am going to find you a school

with trees and frogs and eggs to gather.

And maybe just a little bit of math,

because you do need that, too.

But... not too much, okay?

It's Auntie Mara. Can I say hello?

Of course.

I miss you, Auntie Mara.

I miss you to smithereens, little one.

Are they torturing you to make me do an interview?

With hot needles.

Tell them three minutes,

no questions about Tom,

and, I'll call it an exclusive,

tell the rest of the world to suck eggs.

- Mommy! Language! - Acceptable!

Borderline.

I'm on my way.

- But after I make these cookies. - Okay, bye.

This tough cookie. You...

Maybe we should just eat the batter.

That's my favorite part. What do you think?

Hey, Ruby Tuesday. It's me.

Come in.

I keep refreshing and refreshing

to see if they put up the new video yet,

but they keep not putting it up,

and it's very frustrating.

They'll put it up soon.

They're just trying to build suspense.

Hey, I brought you a present.

The person who made it

loves her little boy very much,

and she put that love into every stitch.

So when you wear it,

maybe you'll feel the love, too.

You want to try it on?

- Thanks, Uncle Nico. - Come here.

Sweetheart, love ya.

I came to tell you I'm sorry about your teacher.

Someone can be a good person and a bad person

all at the same time.

They have to know

that everybody in the world is waiting,

so why don't they just put it up already?

It's very, very, very, very frustrating.

How's she gonna feel when her daddy's gone, too?

You have to help him.

Mom, I think it's gonna go better this time.

Which time? What are you talking about?

III... I didn't want to tell you this,

because I was afraid you'd get angry,

but... I have to.

You know how they never found Susanna's scarf?

Burned up in the fire.

No.

I saw it... two days ago.

- Mom... - The D.A.'s little girl

was waving it out her window like it was aa toy.

Okay, Mom,

one, there's more than one yellow scarf in the world.

Two, why would the D.A. give his kid

10yearold evidence to play with?

And, three... the really big three...

you can't stalk the District Attorney's family.

It was Susanna's scarf.

Look, I'm like you, Mom.

Worried sick how Ruby's gonna feel

when her teacher dies

and her grandmother goes to prison

all in the same week.

Tell Ruby I'll call her later.

Mom, stay away from the District Attorney's family.

Okay?

This time, the horse comes back,

he's got a blond that's like 10 times hotter

than the brunette, right?

And the bandit's like,

"Okay, cowboy, you got one more wish, then you die."

And the cowboy's like,

"I think I better talk to my horse again."

He goes, grabs him by the ears, and he goes,

"You dumb lousy animal!

I said posse!"

Well, I guess what happened

is what every reporter dreams of...

being in the right place at the right time.

Or the wrong and the wrong, in this case.

And will the police be questioning you

as a witness to the murder?

Revenge killing.

And, yes, I think so.

Which would be a good reason for us to stop right here.

- We good? - Yeah.

- That's great. - Thank you.

- Appreciate it, Laura. - Thanks, guys.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey, angel.

That looks great.

What's going on with you?

And don't tell me everything's fine.

There is nothing.

You are projecting.

Which is exactly what you said

when Mr. Nose Hair maxed out your credit cards

and took off with the gardener.

You swore on your father's grave

that you would not bring that up again.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

Is it that guy you're seeing?

Mystery man?

- Who else? - You need to end it with this guy.

It's not gonna get any better.

If I could do that, don't you think I would have?

Laura, you have no idea.

Did you terminate a pregnancy?

How did you know that?

I know.

Did the father pressure you to do it?

Out loud?

No, he would never.

But, he did make it clear that if I didn't,

I would be twisting in the wind.

I just keep thinking about this little munchkin

that I'm never gonna see

and who's never gonna skin her knee,

who's never gonna have her first kiss...

I believe in a just universe.

One of these days, he is gonna pay.

- You deserve better. - Excuse me. Mara?

We just got the citizen video on the DeBray killing.

Will you come help me log it?

- Yeah. - Okay.

I'll stay and go through it with you.

- The video or my trauma? - Both.

What is your desire, master?

Okay, that is a long list, but for now,

if you noticed anything unusual the other night,

when the families viewed the evidence, that would be a great start.

Come to think of it, there was this one thing.

The new haircut is dreamy.

Look, there's not a single thing funny about this,

so sit down and shut up.

All right, what do you got?

The jewelry went poof.

Never made it to the lockup.

Did you see anyone hanging around that cart?

Sorry.

Long gone to eBay, bro.

Get your piece of a bona fide sociopath. You know what I'm not?

- What? - Surprised.

I'm having serious concerns about the integrity

of law enforcement right about now.

And the crapstorm keeps on coming.

Victim's brother was at a wedding in Carmel,

and he's in all the pictures.

He didn't shoot DeBray?

Came home and found his motorcycle stolen.

It's not revenge.

It's a partner.

What?

I got to go, but new haircut is dreamy.

Roll the citizen video.

They're just loading DeBray's body on the gurney.

Can you stop right there?

Hey, guys.

Do you got anything good here for me?

Hitandrun, worked with specialneeds kids,

won Teacher of the Year... great humaninterest story.

Not for us.

It's the same shirt.

That was Haskell DeBray.

He was already dead.

Who was?

Don't let Serena out of your sight.

Hey.

Look up.

- What? - Look up.

What are you doing here?

Brother wasn't the shooter.

That was a decoy.

The brother was somewhere else.

It's worse than that.

DeBray was killed five days before

Serena disappeared the first time,

in a hitandrun.

I saw the footage. It was him, Nico.

DeBray isn't the one who's going to kill my baby.

The real killer is still out there.

It's not over.

You can just get into traffic cameras, just like that?

- Public access to public security. - Mmhmm.

That was the guy we're tracking?

- Yeah, backwards, from the police station. - Okay.

Shooting happened a couple minutes before 12:00.

Go for something on... Broadway and Van Ness.

Hey.

Mimi's vitals are Aokay, getting Aokay'er.

As long as she's breathing,

we've got fate up against the ropes.

There he is.

All right, so the bike was stolen in Emeryville.

Head back towards the Bay Bridge.

Okay.

There's your man.

Go to the toll plaza.

- There! - Yes!

Okay, the wrist. Can you max that image?

Can I max that image...

What can you tell from a tattoo, or whatever that is?

You're looking at a guy that solved a triple murder

in Cole Valley off a bent coke spoon.

Can you make that any clearer?

Not with the tools at hand.

All right, send me a screen cap.

I'll send it to Jenny. She'll work on it.

Go back to where he stole the bike...

Hollis and 38th.

He had to have put on the helmet somewhere.

All right, so, here he is at 60th... 57th...

That's weird.

Okay. It's okay. I'll get him at 48th.

Is the camera broken?

No, they're different cameras.

Go back to 60th.

What?

Somebody's erasing this... right now.

What do you mean, "right now"?

I mean, like, right now, while we're doing this,

somebody else is in the system, and they are wiping pixels.

They're going backwards, just like we are.

Okay, okay, all right.

Relax.

Go back to the toll booths.

Anybody can peep and creep, but to delete?

I mean, this is somebody with some serious access.

Yeah, "somebody."

We got a killer happening to know DeBray

was headed back to the police station.

That and magical disappearing evidence...

Yes, it's about the police.

But it's also about Serena.

You want to walk me through that?

Whoever killed Serena pretended to be DeBray

when he called in to my show, to throw everyone off.

Are you with me?

So far.

So how did he know

that a proud serial killer

wouldn't just pop up and say, "That wasn't me"

and ruin his plan?

It's a bit of a leap that a proud serial killer would do that.

Yes, but it's a possibility.

So what's the real killer's only way

to be 100% sure that wasn't gonna happen?

Kill Haskell DeBray.

And what happened to Haskell DeBray the first time?

Killed in a hitandrun,

five days before Serena was killed.

We don't know if that was murder.

Either way, he told no tales.

Okay.

So, either you're drinking the opiumlaced KoolAid,

or the guy that shot Haskell DeBray

also wants to... kill Serena.

And the only leads we have

are a blurry video and your theory.

That somewhere out there, there's a cop

who knows what's under that helmet.

We got to go to someone who can find that cop.

Who is this "someone" to whom a citizen can "go"

that isn't so far up the cop's ass

you need a digging crew to find them?

There's only one person,

And he's got the best investigators in the state.

The footage disappeared while you were looking at it?

Who has the access to do that?

Only the police.

And the shooting?

Besides me,

only the police knew where DeBray was headed.

You're leveling quite an accusation, Laura.

That's not the worst part.

The jewelry from DeBray's apartment

never made it to lockup.

It's gone.

Well, DeBray is dead.

What does somebody gain from stealing that evidence?

I don't know.

But whatever these people are trying to hide,

the man who shot Haskell DeBray is out there.

Tom, if you nail the dirty cop and get him to talk,

you can catch the killer before he kills someone else.

Then I'm gonna have to nail him, aren't I?

It goes without saying this stays in this room, right?

- Yeah. - Of course.

Good. Good. Okay, Janet?

Serena, how about we take you home, little lady,

and we have taco night at the ranch?

- I make the guacamole. - Deal.

Captain Nico, you come, too.

Sorry, Serena.

Captain Nico's got to catch a couple more bad guys

before I can have a taco.

Janet, can you have them bring up my car?

Of course.

Look at that face.

And he's even more beautiful in person.

Whoa, whoa!

Wait a minute. You know Jesse?

From when he came into the office.

Swoon.

He let me take my picture with him.

Yeah, there he is. Thanks, Janet.

You met Jesse, and you didn't tell me?

What was he doing here?

Sometimes when famous people have trouble with fans,

they come to us for help.

And that is all I can say because of...?

Confidentiality.

That's my little lawyer. Okay.

IAndiamos comer tacos!

Hey, thanks for hearing us out, Mr. Price.

You be good, Serena,

or you know who's gonna hear about it?

Captain Nico!

Hang on one second, sweetie.

Mr. Jackson.

If there were anything I could do

to ease your family's pain, I would do it.

So I hope I can count on you

not to pursue the matter through my wife.

Sure thing, Mr. Price.

'Cause you and me, we both know how important it is

to be able to count on somebody.

There's nothing there.

I can hit three buttons right now

and tell you what street vendor in Shanghai

serves the juiciest sheng jian bao.

NASA can tell me what every rock

on every moon of Jupiter has for lunch.

Somewhere out there, there is software

that can pull an image out of that blur

and save a little girl's life.

Find it, or in five days,

Serena Price drowns in Black Pine Cove.

Good morning, muffin.

I'm fancier than a muffin.

I'm a croissant.

I know what kind of croissant you are...

ham and cheese!

A vegetarian can't be ham and cheese.

I'm chocolate.

Two chocolate croissants, please.

- Coming right up. - Yeah!

- Yeah! - I'll go get some.

Yay!

Hey, you know you're gonna have to make them yourself

when we run away to Fiji.

Did you get that call yet from your office about...

I've got my Aplus investigators on it.

Gonna hear something soon, okay?

I will be right back.

Yay! We love you, Mommy.

Love you guys.

Sorry.

No, no.

Hey!

Serena!

Serena, did somebody come in here?

A messenger was here.

He brought something for Daddy.

- What? - A yellow envelope.

You know, like this.

The kind he always gets from the office.

Okay.

I'll be right back, okay?

Why is the door locked?

Sorry. Reflex.

Hey.

That was the man who shot Haskell.

- Who was? - The messenger who was just here.

- What'd he bring you? - You're joking, right?

No. It was him.

That was his helmet and his jacket.

I'm sorry, I'm not following.

Ils there a reason an assassin

would be delivering packages to me at home?

He was here, so you tell me.

III will take this as some kind of a reaction

to the trauma of what you saw,

and I will ask you...

Did you see the man's face at the shooting?

No.

- Did you see it today? - No, he was wearing a helmet.

Was there something distinctive about that helmet or that jacket

which tells you it was the same man?

No. There wasn't.

Okay, then.

Do you feel better?

Yeah.

So, what was the delivery?

From the office, some files. Why?

I've been expecting something from work.

You didn't get an envelope for me?

No, babe, just that.

I'll come down in five minutes,

have the croissants with you guys.

I'm Just gonna finish up with some emails, okay?

Okay.

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