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CARRIE: Previously on Unforgettable...

Senator, you are a potential assassination target.

We just want to keep you safe.

Right. We just want to keep you safe.

We're talking about a professional assassin.

We don't know how he delivers the poison,

but we know he does it under cover of large crowds.

WEBSTER: Are you okay?

I'm feeling a little off.

Carrie, is it possible you were poisoned?

Where do you think you're going?

To catch my murderer.

You and me together, we can solve anything.

We're the only chance I've got.

I think we've come up with an antidote.

Wow, that's a big needle. Yeah.

You may feel worse before you feel better.

Carrie. I lost you before, for nine years.

If you're not in it, it's meaningless.

SALE: August Kincaid, former CIA.

This is about a guy with a grudge.

SALE: A very dangerous guy.

I have to know I did my best for you.

You've always done your best for me.

Wow.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Detective Wells.

Well, I'm her boss. How can I help you?

Nice to meet you. I'm Eddie Martin. I'm her husband.

Two behind the forklift and another two by the cargo container.

You forgot the one on the truck.

Ah. No, I'm leaving him for you.

You know... You don't forget anything.

Exactly.

Four rounds left. You?

Three.

Shit, I'm out.

Same here.

Oh, we're screwed.

CARRIE: "Super-memory cop saves New York City."

You had a little help, if I'm not mistaken.

Come on. "Carrie Wells, Detective Extraordinaire

"for the Major Crimes Unit of the NYPD..."

It does not say "extraordinaire."

Well, it should.

"The dazzling detective can relive, in vivid detail,

"everything she's ever experienced

"because she suffers from a rare condition

"known as highly superior autobiographical memory."

"Suffers"? I don't suffer. My memory is a gift. It's...

I'm like a superhero.

"Superhero"? More like super-full of yourself.

Look at this. I've hit the big time, Al.

Right next to a story about a councilman busted with a hooker.

No mention of me in there?

Sadly, no. It's all about me.

There's got to be something. Nothing.

It can't all be about you. It is.

Knock yourself out, nothing there. Let's see.

Yeah, right here.

"Detective Al Burns, Wells' strapping partner,

"a modern-day Gary Cooper..."

Yeah.

"...is the real secret behind her success."

It does not say that.

But it does say that I'm "New York's most decorated cop,

"boasting a 100% solve rate." Come on.

And... Are you ready for this? You're going to cry.

"One of New York's most eligible bachelorettes."

You got some competition, baby.

It also says, and I quote,

"With the dynamic combination of brains and beauty,

"it begs the question, why is the alluring Wells still single?"

It does not say that. That's bull...

What kind of a rag is this?

I can tell them why you're single. You're a nightmare.

You'd marry me in a New York second.

Wedding's gonna have to wait.

Eliot wants us in his office now.

Okay.

Hey.

Okay, hey, guys, we gotta talk.

Oh. What kind of "welcome back" is that?

Especially for the most eligible

bachelorette in New York. Aah!

Yeah, yeah, I read that article...

Don't say another word, Jay. You'll ruin the surprise.

What surprise?

Oh, man.

I'd like you to both meet a detective out of Daytona Beach.

Carrie, I believe you spent some time there?

Al Burns, Detective Eddie Martin.

Carrie, there's no introduction needed

because, apparently, he's your husband.

I wish I could say it was good to see you, but it's not.

Right back at you.

How did you find me?

For a smart girl, that's a pretty dumb question.

"New York's most eligible bachelorette"?

Right.

Last I checked, you were married to me.

Well...

You look good.

You, too. Wow!

You're married?

Yes. Sort of. It... Yes.

It's kind of a long story.

Yeah, it is, and it's complicated. She's a nightmare.

Told ya. What?

Well, and as much as I just can't wait

to hear the whole sordid tale, I just...

What are you doing here, Eddie?

I've been tracking a couple of guys out of Daytona.

Got a string of dead bodies to their names.

And that's our problem why?

Four days ago they got into a van

full of methylamine and headed north.

I followed them to see if I could find their buyers.

But I lost them, coming out of the Holland Tunnel.

Your CO signed off on this?

I took some vacation days.

It's kind of, kind of a personal mission for me.

Yeah, I can see that.

While I commend you

taking vacation days and using them for work...

Carrie, Al, you could learn a thing or two from him.

...Major Crimes does not condone vigilante missions.

I'll leave you two alone for a moment.

CARRIE:

I think he meant for the two of us to have a moment.

Oh, I don't care what he meant.

CARRIE: Al?

It's... It's okay.

Listen, I know that I broke your heart leaving the way I did...

What? ...and just walking out...

I know you think you're God's gift to every man on the planet

but, and nothing personal here,

the day you left was the greatest day of my life.

Oh.

Two alphas in one relationship? Wasn't gonna work.

Wasn't going to work, huh? Mmm-mmm.

But you're still wearing the necklace. Never took it off, huh?

Hmm. I think you're still in love with me.

You never filed for divorce, did you?

What? You wish.

You know, but staying married to you was a great way

to keep all those women hell-bent on marriage off my back.

Look, I need your help.

You've driven halfway across the country,

following these guys all by yourself. You suddenly need me. Why?

Well, I knew you were a cop.

And judging by how insane you were,

probably a pretty good one.

This is personal to you.

Yeah. Why?

Remember Cody?

Of course.

Damn it, Eddie.

That's my favorite way of being woken up.

Seriously? You used my only clean shirt as a napkin again?

Look at this. It's disgusting.

Wasn't me.

Just wait, let me get this straight.

So someone sneaks into the house in the middle of the night

and eats your nasty pizza

and wipes their face with my T-shirt and then just leaves, right?

Don't smile at me.

Actually, I messed up your shirt...

What are you doing? No, get...

...because you look so much hotter in mine.

You're not going to charm your way out of this.

You wanna bet? Don't you dare.

Don't you wanna see my nightstick?

No. No! Get off.

EDDIE: Cody.

Hey, guys. EDDIE: Hey.

CARRIE: Hi, Cody. EDDIE: What've you got, partner?

Come in, sit down.

Yeah, sit down, Cody.

So, I spotted two suspicious cars

on Wormwood. And I got their plates.

Oh, good. Good job.

Before you know it, you're going to be in a patrol car.

Hey, hey, hey.

Stick to the license plates, amigo, all right?

Okay. EDDIE: All right.

He kept coming around after you left.

Kind of grew up an unofficial deputy. He joined the Academy.

I was on the DeMars case. I think he was trying to help.

Because when they...

When they found Cody's body,

it was near where one of the DeMars' mobile labs had been.

I led him right to them.

I'm sorry.

All right.

I'll do it. For Cody.

Okay. What about the other...

I'll rally the troops. Don't worry about them.

You're married? No.

No? Well, technically, yes.

But I was married for, like, six weeks.

Listen, when I left Syracuse,

I just needed to get away from everything.

I went to Daytona 'cause they had good gambling,

cocktails, great sunshiny weather. And...

And you got married.

And I guess it just slipped your mind

to tell me, since you've been back.

Nothing slips my mind.

Not a big deal. Why mention it?

And now he shows up, and you're gonna help him.

Actually, I was hoping we were gonna help him.

So, one of my exes walks in, asking for help. You're volunteering?

Whatever you did in the past

has no bearing on what we have together now.

So, as a mature adult, I would of course help your ex.

Oh!

Unless it was Georgia Song. That one...

I mean, she hit on you every time we were together,

and then she intentionally spilled her drink on me. Mmm-hmm.

And she gave you that ugly, brown

turtleneck that I had to throw away.

I looked all over for that.

Yeah, I'm in. Thank you.

Only to ensure this clown doesn't get you killed.

Okay.

And I'm out if your six kids show up next.

Six? One, two, three... No, we're good.

Angus and Malcolm DeMars. They're brothers. Seriously bad guys.

A handful of unsolved murders linked to them.

Mom left.

Rumor was they killed their father in a drug dispute.

Rumor was the dispute was with Angus and Malcolm.

They killed their father over a meth deal?

Yeah, with a crowbar.

Nice family.

Ex-cons with that much methylamine, why didn't you arrest them?

I needed to connect them with the buyers

to get them off of the streets for good.

They left Daytona on Thursday, so I followed them.

Until you get to the part where you lost them.

JAY LEE: You got a profile where they might be staying?

Yeah, based on the motels they favored on the way up,

they like places that offer ground floor units,

have minimal surveillance, and don't ask a lot of questions.

Anything else you can give us?

Yeah, they like quick access to their vehicle.

They always stayed near the highways.

Occasionally, they'd call in for female company, and...

And Angus...

Angus loves Highway Hoagie.

So they always stayed near one of them.

Look at this. I've hit the big time, Al.

Right next to a story about a councilman busted with a hooker.

Hookers and hoagies.

Al, that article that I was reading to you today.

Haven't we moved on from your moment of glory?

No, no. Listen, not that one.

The one about the councilman and the hookers.

There was a picture of him coming out of a Metro Motor Lodge.

In the background was a Highway Hoagie.

Jay, look it up for me.

Check for Metro Motor Lodges nearby

and Highway Hoagies that are close to them.

Wow.

It's kind of amazing seeing your memory at work.

Amazing enough that you're glad you married me?

Nothing's that amazing.

I got it.

Jersey City, just off Exit 16.

Let's go.

So, you two staying married?

You know, I hadn't really thought about it.

Yeah, me neither. It's been what, 10 years?

Eleven years, five months, three weeks, two days.

Now that Eddie's here, I figured you might want to disentangle.

Called a buddy in Florida, had him pull a couple of strings.

You can have your marriage disentangled from right here in New York.

When did you do all this homework?

Just trying to help a friend.

Yeah, a friend?

Yeah.

Help you, detectives?

Your powers of deduction are very impressive.

Yeah, I got a fifth sense for that kind of stuff.

Sixth. Uh?

These guys stay at your motel?

Nope.

Hey, look again.

Angus and Malcolm DeMars. Seriously bad guys.

A handful of unsolved murders linked to them.

GRENDEL: Still doesn't ring a bell.

Excuse me, where did you find that hat?

Room 113.

The photos you showed us earlier.

Angus DeMars was wearing this exact hat.

People checked out.

Must have left this behind. I just cleaned it up.

This their garbage?

Uh. Tony's All-Star. You know it?

Tony's is in Sunset Park.

Pizza tastes like cardboard and it's miles from here.

So why go all the way to Brooklyn for crappy pizza?

I know these guys. They're careful.

They don't leave anything to chance.

If they're going to do a drop, they're going to go in advance,

they're going to check the streets, entrances, exits.

A dry run.

Maybe we're not too late after all.

Maybe.

Oh, come on. Get a room. They're cheap.

Come on.

Guys inside don't remember seeing the dealers.

But I did bring you a slice.

Thank you.

Oh, you're welcome.

I thought the pizza was no good.

Oh, it's terrible. But I figured since you're in New York,

you may as well try a piece of Brooklyn's worst.

Did you bring me a napkin?

No, but you could always use my shirt like you did back in Daytona.

One time. It was one time.

One time? Well, actually three.

Great story. What's next?

What do you think of that place?

AL: Door's wedged open.

Nothing else around here.

EDDIE: Take a look at those windows.

Looks like someone was on the inside, looking out.

Let's check it out.

EDDIE: That's their van.

Meet the DeMars brothers.

Looks like someone got to them before you did.

Now what?

We were following a lead. We don't need to call Narcotics.

Yeah, I know you Major Crimes, you got your own rulebook.

This is my case. I followed these guys for days.

Listen up, Detective,

you gonna work a narcotics case in Brooklyn South,

I expect to be looped in. EDDIE: Sartain.

That's Lieutenant Sartain, and you're out of line.

Memory freak show.

CARRIE: What'd you call me?

What did you call me? It is so nice

to see everybody getting along so well.

Listen, I'm only going to say this once.

Yes, we broke protocol,

but I personally ordered my detectives to look at this case.

We were already working with Daytona PD.

I didn't want to involve any other agencies

until there was something to involve them with.

Now, clearly there is. So, moving forward,

I'm more than happy to keep you in the loop.

Not a problem.

Thank you, Eliot.

You three have some explaining to do.

I specifically said this was not a Major Crimes case.

Well, you know I have a problem with authority.

And commitment too, by the way.

Sure, right?

I do not have a problem with commitment.

I just haven't met the right guy.

Whoa. Okay, stop. Just stop talking.

The point is, this is now a Major Crimes case.

Don't screw it up.

Delson here.

Carrie Wells.

Yeah. Great photo today.

You actually look the same as you do in The Post.

Me? Oh, my God. I can't take a good picture.

I'm barely recognizable.

I'm so sorry, who are you?

I'm Delina Michaels, the new ME.

The new ME? Yeah.

I would shake your hand, but...

Yeah, no, that's okay.

What happened to the old ME? Where's Jo?

Oh! You didn't hear? Dr. Webster passed.

Passed away

No, her certification exam. To the Cordon Bleu culinary school.

Oh! But she did leave you something.

Hold on, I got it right here.

Okay. Here it is.

"To Carrie."

Thank you.

Now look, I know Joanne Webster

was your friend, your confidant,

and the world's best medical examiner.

And even though the word is you can be a bit standoffish...

That's the word, is it?

Yeah, but who cares? I have the same quality,

and I know you're gonna like me.

All right. Well, I will definitely

take your word for that, Delina.

Uh, DeMars brothers.

Yes, the DeMars brothers.

So, these are Malcolm's lungs.

Now, I noticed a discoloration

in the gums, so I checked the lungs.

There's burning of the tissue in the alveolus.

Okay. And what about this bruising?

Yep, hematomas on both sides of the cheek and the jaw.

CARRIE: And both of them have it?

DELINA: Yeah, but I haven't figured out the cause yet.

There were both shot close range, center forehead.

Hmm. Maybe a mob hit?

Could be.

Hey, um...

I just... I gotta ask.

How long does that take?

These?

Yeah. Hmm.

Depends how many drinks I've had.

I could show you how.

Yeah, I might take you up on that.

Girls' night out? Why not?

All right. All right.

Jay. Hey, call Organized Crime.

Get your buddy Jerry Marsden over here.

Oh!

Come on. Hey, come on. Coffee.

Come on.

That's not how that goes.

Okay, that's not Jerry Marsden.

Let's get him before he kills the coffeemaker.

Hey. Come on.

Excuse me, who are you?

Hey, hey, I'm Denny.

Organized Crime. Call me Denny.

Where's Jerry Marsden?

Oh, yeah, he retired last month. Guy's a legend.

Okay, Jay Lee, this is Al Burns. Let me introduce you to...

Carrie Wells. Wow.

Wow, um...

I'm a huge fan. Oh!

The way you solved that case,

you know, when the Brady guy took over the skyscraper.

And you know, when that lady was going to shoot.

You know, the peace doctor. I remember.

Yeah, it's always nice to meet a fan.

Hey, listen, I hear you do this thing

where, like, you know, someone gives you a date

and then, like, you can tell them

everything that happened on that date.

So my birthday's December 6th, 1985.

So what I'm trying to say is...

I'm not going to do that.

Come on, Carrie, show him your gift. I'm really...

I'm not going to do that. No?

All right, shall we get to work? Mmm-hmm.

Wow! Okay, yeah, sure.

All right, so these are guys who would all have an interest

in outsiders bringing meth into New York.

Paulie Fitzgerald?

I put that guy away a couple years back.

Prison overcrowding, he's out, Al.

I don't see him as an execution-style killer.

DENNY: Yeah, so who's our prom king over there?

Yeah, that's Vlad Nostrov. Hey, I've had the pleasure.

Jay-bone.

Uh, it's just Jay, man. All right.

That guy's a mobster?

Hey, hey. Don't let his baby face fool you.

Guy's a killer.

Before he takes you out, he makes you look right up at him...

I mean like, makes you, you know?

Then he kills you. Guy's a psycho.

Hematomas on both sides of the cheek and the jaw.

And they both have it, uh?

He grabs their faces.

Which could leave bruising on their jaws, right?

Sure. Okay,

both of the DeMars brothers had bruising on their jaws consistent

with someone grabbing their face just like that.

Let's go pay your friend, Vlad, a visit.

Hmm.

And I'll loop Narcotics in.

AL: What the hell is Narcotics doing here?

Get down!

What the hell are they doing here? This is our case.

They're hogging the glory.

We go on three.

Wait, whoa...

You don't want to evaluate the situation real quick?

I just did.

You know how to fire that thing?

All right.

Nice. Push.

Oh, God, you are so badass.

I'm going to Sartain, cover me.

EDDIE: All right, gotcha.

What happened to cooperation?

Vlad's guys were on the move. I had to make the call.

The call you had to make was to us.

That's Vlad.

Wow.

Hey, way to go, Al. You saved her husband's life.

Don't remind me.

I thought we were working together.

Couldn't wait, Detective.

You're an asshole, you know that?

And this?

CZ Phantom.

Same kind of gun that killed the DeMars brothers.

Sartain saves the day, huh?

Oh, this is nice.

Hey, Jay to the Izzle.

What's up, bro? What you doing?

Another nickname.

You hear about that shootout with

Vlad and his boys, right? Little...

I heard you did all right out there.

Well, you know, that's what I do. Yeah.

Hey, what about you? What are you doing? What is all this?

Well, I'm running Vlad's people against the DeMars brothers.

Maybe, you know, there's a link.

Okay. Look, listen, about Carrie.

And that hot new ME running around here, what, Delina? Right?

Right?

Okay, you do realism there's no actual thought there, right?

Yeah. Okay.

I'm just saying, the both of them.

Hot. Hot stuff.

Agreed. Dibs on Delina.

Dibs

Hot detective, hot new ME, you know?

What, you never thought about a threesome

with that technical head of yours?

No, dude, come on.

What, is it too much? Come on.

Yeah, definitely too much.

Sorry, dude.

What's going on? Uh...

Been trying to find a connection

between the DeMars brothers and Vlad and his people.

So far no cell records, no wire transfers, nothing.

I gotta go talk to somebody. I could use some backup.

I'll go with you.

No, you keep looking into Vlad and his people.

Sure.

You, Mr. Threesome. Come with me.

All right, hey, look. To be continued, all right, bud?

Where we going?

I tell you, man, I envy you.

Getting to work with Carrie Wells every day.

You guys were partners back in the 117 in Queens, right?

Syracuse actually. It's complicated.

Oh, yeah, I bet.

Especially now with her husband around, huh?

Did you know him back in the day, too?

You always ask these many questions?

You know, I like to pride myself on my curiosity, sure.

Start priding yourself on minding your own business. Oh-ho.

Guy's got a little fight in him. I like that.

I see why you and Carrie, you know? Quiet.

Whatever happens, be cool.

Hey.

Wait, who we looking for? Quiet.

MAN: Hey, man, give me some.

Get your own stash.

AL: Ah...

Austin.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ahhh.

Now, why'd you have to get all friendly, Austin?

You bastard, Al. Why'd you punch me so hard?

Had to sell it for the crackheads, uh?

Thought you'd appreciate it.

Hey, what the hell's going on here?

Denny Padilla, meet Austin Caswell,

Detective second grade, Queens Narcotics.

Denny here likes to ask a lot of questions.

Ah. Son of a bitch.

What's on your mind?

Five barrels of methylamine went missing

right before Vlad was killed.

You hear anything?

No. And I won't.

No way Vlad's buying methylamine right now.

Why's that? Doesn't need to.

There's more out there then there are buyers.

So why take out two couriers just to get his hands on it?

Something's not right.

Cooks are overstocked up and down the East Coast.

Believe me, Vlad's not burning anyone over methylamine these days.

DeMars brothers weren't carrying methylamine.

It was something else.

But meth was all those boys knew.

They may have thought they were carrying it.

Delina said there were burns on the lungs

of both Angus and Malcolm DeMars.

Methylamine wouldn't do that.

What would?

Well, there are four possible chemicals.

Calcium hydroxide, sodium hypochlorite,

coactive resinase and dimethyl sulphate.

All of them are pretty nasty.

Some of them can burn through flesh, metal.

One can even burn through glass.

Yeah, I know you Major Crimes, you got your own rulebook.

I expect to be... This is my case.

That's Lieutenant Sartain to you, and you're out of line.

Memory freak show.

You know, I saw a glass bottle at the warehouse.

It was melted.

Which one of those burns through glass?

Uh... That would be coactive resinase.

It's a kind of synthetic enforcer used in the production of...

Holy crap. Agreed.

Apparently, the Army's been all over this stuff.

Early tests show it can create plastic

strong enough to form the casings for missiles.

And a plastic missile would be undetectable by radar.

And apparently a bunch of resinase

went missing a couple weeks ago

from this plant in Silver Springs, Florida, which is...

Twenty miles outside of Daytona.

So whoever hired the DeMars brothers used them as mules

because they knew how to navigate the back roads and avoid cops.

Must have told them they were carrying methylamine,

sent them to New York.

And then when they got here, they killed them.

Hey, guys, check this.

It's an army video of a plastic missile

produced with coactive resinase.

The other two, encased with metal.

They get shot down by antiaircraft.

The plastic missile goes on to hit its target.

Whoever kills the DeMars brothers is trying to make a missile

and is still in New York.

And all we've got to do is find them

in a city of nine million people.

Hey, guys, I got the results on the bottle from the crime scene.

Delina says that there are definitely traces of coactive resinase,

but here's the thing.

Coactive resinase on its own isn't strong enough.

It needs something else to weaponise it.

What?

Copolymer transethermite.

Wait, you're going to have to help me out. I failed science.

Failed history and PE, too.

Who fails PE?

Okay, so copolymer's all around us.

Shower curtains, toilet seats.

So these guys have no problem getting their hands on some.

But they need a large amount to mix

with all that coactive resinase,

which is why Jay was looking for any unusually large shipments.

So, I pulled up the security footage

from the four stores in the surrounding area,

all reporting large sales of copolymer.

Our guys are analyzing all the buyers.

We're trying to match with facial recognition.

Now that Eddie's here, I figured you might want to disentangle.

Called a buddy.

You can have your marriage disentangled right here in New York.

When did you do all this homework?

EDDIE: Just trying to help a friend.

Wait a second. I saw that guy driving by the motel.

And I saw him somewhere else, too.

But I did bring you a piece of pizza.

Thank you.

But I figured since you're in New York,

you might as well try some of Brooklyn's worst.

Outside the pizza place.

He's been tailing us.

Got a hit on the time and date when he left the plastic store.

Here we go. His name is David Lushing.

Runs a place over in Bushwick called Real Plastics.

Uh. Normal order for this guy is a couple kilos a month.

Last week, 40 kilos.

How big a missile are we talking about?

Big enough to give the Manhattan skyline a facelift.

Let's get over to Bushwick.

SAUL: I have nothing to hide.

We fixed our safety violations,

and if this is an immigration thing,

I have papers on all my employees.

We look like immigration?

Is there a part of the building that's secure

that even you're not allowed to go into?

Yeah, the basement.

The property manager said that they rented it out,

but I never seen them.

Only Lushing goes down there.

These are molds for warheads.

Still warm.

JAY LEE: Hey, Al.

Jay, we just missed him.

They knew we were coming.

How is that possible?

Who else knew?

Well, Eliot was keeping Narcotics looped in.

You gonna work a narcotics case in Brooklyn South,

I expect to be looped in. CARRIE: Sartain.

Wait a second.

Jay, check the ballistics on Vlad's gun.

How many bullets were left in the clip?

Got it. Four, Carrie.

Vlad's gun was out of bullets when he was shot.

I heard it.

Same kind of gun that killed the DeMars brothers.

CZ Phantom.

Sartain switched the guns.

Sartain

Yeah.

He killed the DeMars brothers?

Yeah. But why?

Hey, Carrie, I'm on with Brooklyn South.

Sartain took off two hours ago and never came back.

He's gone.

And so is the missile.

There's no way that Sartain could connect

with the DeMars brothers on his own.

You're absolutely right. They're being bankrolled big-time.

Several hundred thousand dollars were deposited electronically

into his bank account from a fronting bank in Dubai.

What do we have on Lushing,

the guy who was trailing Eddie and Carrie

and bought the copolymer?

Well, David Lushing served in the Army Rangers.

Guess who was in his battalion?

Lieutenant Greg Sartain.

They took down one of Saddam's palaces together.

How do you go from war hero to terrorist?

Well, Sartain and Lushing were suspected

of trying to make off with some of Saddam's gold reserves.

Lushing took the bullet, got a dishonorable discharge.

Sartain became a cop.

Now, according to Homeland,

Lushing got picked up two years ago

for smuggling weapons to a bunch of Pakistani warlords.

Did six months in a prison in Islamabad.

We got security footage from around the plastics company.

A black van was headed away from Real Plastics

seven minutes before you guys got there.

None of the other factories claim it as their own.

We got a BOLO out. AL: Good.

Homeland intercept any communications

about shipping weapons out of New York? Anything like that?

Yeah, they're thinking it's probably a local target.

They're checking domestic chatter.

There's some peace summit.

Midtown. I saw it on the news.

Jay, check it out.

Whoa, guys,

we're talking about the South Asian Cooperation Summit.

The Prime Ministers of India and Pakistan

are meeting at the Omni Hotel.

Tell Homeland to go the Omni on 47th.

Hey, hey, guys, guys.

Hold on, I got a hit on Sartain's personal car.

He just blew by a traffic cam

coming off the Hutch, near Westchester Airport.

There's a second male in the car.

Looks like he's traveling with his war buddy, Lushing.

Skipping town before the fireworks.

Go with Homeland, find that van,

I'll get Carrie and Eddie, go to the airport, grab Sartain.

Roger that.

Hey, guys, we got something.

Two men with luggage matching Sartain and Lushing's descriptions

just got on an airport shuttle from long-term parking.

They're carrying really heavy bags, so it could be the missile.

Shuttle dropped them off at the King West terminal

so you'd better hurry. AL: I'm on it, Jay.

Denny, they spotted that black van

half a block from the Omni Hotel.

DENNY: Stand by.

Coming up on it now.

Got it.

Open up.

OFFICER: Clear.

Jay, the van is empty, brother. It's a decoy.

Carrie, Al. Denny secured the van.

It's empty. There's no missile.

AL: All right.

Pulling up at King West now.

Place looks completely closed.

I don't get it. Why get off at an empty terminal?

I told you. It's just construction.

Jay, what have you got on Runway 9?

Oh, man.

Oh, man, what?

I just checked all the arrivals, Al.

And one of the planes

is the Deputy Prime Minister of Pakistan's private jet.

He's the last guy arriving for that conference.

Al, that plane is landing in four minutes.

Sartain and Lushing aren't trying to get out of the country.

They're going to shoot that plane out of the sky.

Take cover!

That's the guy that's been tailing me.

You sure have a lot of guys after you these days.

Now there's one less.

Two behind the forklift and another two by the cargo container.

You forgot the one on the truck.

Ah! No, I'm leaving him for you.

You know... You don't forget anything.

Exactly.

Four rounds left. You?

Three.

Shit, I'm out.

Same here.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

As a matter of fact... I come bearing gifts.

There's the plane. We gotta move.

Go, go, go. I got this.

Yes!

We did it.

Way to go, partner.

Way to go.

She was talking to me.

No, she was talking to me.

She was definitely talking to me.

Thanks for having my back.

Aw!

Excuse me. Oh! Hi, Mr. Delson.

Oh, please. Eliot's fine.

I just wanted to make sure that you were settling in all right?

Yeah, everyone's been great.

I'm glad we were able to solve the case.

Yes. Yes. Excellent work.

Was there something else?

There is.

I was in here earlier,

and I couldn't help but notice

that you had a bottle of nail polish remover

near where the bodies were being autopsied,

and then I saw a curling iron

and I thought maybe this is a good time to talk about protocol.

Wait. Wait.

You think I'd use this on my nails?

Well, it is nail polish remover.

And Korbel is champagne. Doesn't mean I'm going to drink it.

The nail polish is for the acetone.

Helps pull up any foreign elements, like copolymer resinase.

In the van, for instance, which helped lead us to the missile.

Yes, it certainly did.

Yeah, and the curler allows me to cut through the subderma

after rigor mortis sets in.

It warms the muscle mass and allows me to cut shallow

without damaging the surrounding tissue.

Couple tricks I learned in training. At Quantico.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'm really glad we had this conversation.

Good night. Good night...

Eliot.

Well, your solve rate remains at 100%, thanks to me.

You always did like taking credit for my hard work.

What? I have never...

July 11th, 2004.

We were putting our clothes back on and you said "you're welcome"

when we both know I did most of the work.

Wow.

That's pretty cocky. Yeah.

Doesn't sound like me, though.

Yes, it does.

Yeah, it does.

You know, yesterday I said I wasn't sad when you left.

What you said was it was the best day of your life.

Well, maybe I was a little bit bummed.

Well, we always did run hot and cold, you and me.

We were either fighting...

We got so loud that one time the neighbors called the cops.

Our fights got pretty loud, too.

What the hell were we thinking, uh?

Getting married.

We were wasted.

Yeah, you blame the alcohol, but how could you resist, uh?

Apparently, I didn't.

I have a gift for you.

Really? Hmm.

Divorce decree.

Thought these were supposed to take six months to get.

Well, Al's got connections, you know?

Once you sign this you're going to have a really hard time

keeping all those women hell-bent on marriage off your back.

I'll figure out something. I'm elusive.

Okay.

I know pronounce us

man and ex-wife.

Guess that doesn't come with a "you may now kiss the ex

Sure it does.

No, no, no, no, no.

You know what?

Maybe next time, I'll take a real vacation up here.

Will you show me around?

Yeah, I'll show you around.

Yeah?

Hey.

Thanks for your help.

For everyone's. Let them know how grateful I am, all right?

For Cody.

For Cody.

God, it is... It is hard to list

all the unorthodox, really questionable tactics

taken during this case.

Hey, then don't. Am I right?

I'm so not used to being interrupted.

Oh, yes, he is.

What I wanted to say was "good job."

Actually, if I may, I just want to say

it really has been an honor working with you guys.

Yeah, not so fast.

It appears as though you've impressed Carrie and Al

with your aptitude and moxie and instinct.

And I would like... We would.

We would like to offer you...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, I'll take it, you know.

Well. All right.

Yes. Oh, man.

Come here.

Don't hug me. Carrie Wells.

Oh, my God.

Please could you put me down?

Put her down or you're fired, Denny.

I am sorry. I am so sorry.

Too much? That's my bad. No, it's good.

Come with me. We'll start your paperwork.

Maybe you can tell me something

about that broken coffee machine.

Oh, yeah. So...

I'll do that, boss. I'll fix it.

Yeah, maybe I'll get a hug, too.

So, you're single again.

Thanks to you. Yeah.

Want to make an honest woman out of me?

Oh, getting married? Sure as hell won't do that.

Right, I have too many secrets to be an honest woman.

Come on, your secrets are your best part.

I thought my best part was my...

That's not bad either.

And then I've got my...

You've got a lot of best parts.

So do you.

Want to go get a drink?

I like the sound of that.

All right, let's do it. Okay.

Where should we go? I don't know, your place?

Slow down, I'm just getting over a divorce, remember?