All language subtitles for NYC 22 S01E04 Lost and Found.eng

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore and then run.

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

The "stop the violence rally"

at the Frederick Douglass
recreation center.

This is an opportunity
for the citizens of the 2-2

to make a statement
about their neighborhood.

As a result, we get to show off
our best and brightest.

Rules out Martini and Moore.

Real funny, Harper,

when you're opening
in the Catskills.

Lazarus would like
to work the rally.

Says it'd mean the world to
him; Been dreaming about it

since he was a little kid.
That a fact?

Well, absolutely, sir. Stale
cotton candy, bouncy castles,

long-winded speeches
by local power brokers...

My blue heaven. Good.
You and McLaren have post 78.

Perry, Sanchez, you get the TS.

What's the TS?
Telephone switchboard.

Here's the drill:

Public has access to every
precinct's phone number.

A lot of times, civilians
don't want to call 911.

They think if
they call us direct,

they'll get a
quicker response time.

Be polite, be professional.

Officer Sanchez. All emergency calls
get rerouted to 911 dispatch.

Ten-year-old boy wandering
riverside park.

Get a description.

Ma'am, what does he look like?

Missing kids...
we handle immediately.

Caucasian,
brown hair, blue eyes,

hanging by the water.

Thank you, ma'am.
Can you hold?

This is a tour change.

The precincts are back logged,
and all units are assigned.

I want you two to walk up
to riverside park,

and when you come back,
I'll assign you

to station house
security. Go.

Ha, ha, funny crime, doggy.

Funny dog.

Hi. Thanks, guys.

Hey, hey!

Keep playing with my hat,
I'll have you neutered, man.

All right, that's fun...
Oh, look, clever, right?

He boxes, too.
Clever, that's very clever.

22 Adam, you have a 10-39

at 1346 west 129th street.

Neighbor says
someone's lighting off

fire crackers in an apartment.
What are you doing?

- Hey!
- You want a shot at the real thing, guy?

Post 78, we're down
the block, responding.

Come on, let's go. You're dead.

Hey, sweetie.

What's your name?
Sean.

I'm officer Sanchez;
This is officer Perry.

Hi.

What are you doing
here all alone?

I'm drawing a ship.

That's really good.
I like the smoke stacks.

It's the Titanic.

Do you know it was 882 feet,
nine inches in length,

and on her way
to New York when she sank?

You're very smart.

And you're pretty, like my mom.

Do you know where
your mom is, honey?

I'm not really sure,
but she said

if I ever got lost,
I should come here.

Is she in the park?

I don't think so.

Do you know your phone number?

No,

but I know where I live.

Here.

It's you watching
the Titanic from shore.

Wow.

All right, let's get you home.

Those firecrackers have been going
off for the past 20 minutes.

The place has been vacant
for months.

Oh, I've seen a young man coming
and going from that apartment.

Personally, I think
she sees things.

Like I see you drinking
that sweet wine poison

when you're supposed to be
mopping the foyer.

Sounds like bacon burning.

Smells like it, too.

Oh.

Sorry, I'm just
used to going first.

Yeah, me, too. You go.

You two ever done this before?

First day working together.

We're still ironing
out the kinks.

Looks like a one-man
Woodstock in here.

There's gotta be $50 worth

of cleaning supplies here,
and the place is still a dump.

Gunpowder.

Washers,

cut pieces of metal pipe...

Looks like our squatter's
been making a bomb. Oh, man.

- Uh...
- Kenny.

Looks like it's
all the same girl.

She must be the target.

Yeah, or maybe he wants to bomb
the "stop the violence" rally.

unfortunately, today's rally is
going to have to be cut short.

Man, if you'd been
doing your job better,

we wouldn't need this rally;
Now you're shutting it down?

Okay, look, look,

we wouldn't be shutting down

something this important

if we didn't have
a serious reason.

Now, I'm going to need everybody
to exit the building immediately

in a calm and orderly manner.

These cleaning
supplies were found

in the suspect's apartment.

Individually, the chemicals
are harmless.

Put together, you're looking
at a deadly explosive

better known as
"poor man's c-4."

We could be looking at as much
as eight or nine pounds,

more than enough to take
the entire building down.

Once the place is evacuated,

bomb squad will sweep
the building while ESU assists.

Based on a neighbor's
description,

we believe the suspect to be in
his late teens, male, hispanic.

No visible marks or tattoos.

Excuse me. Sorry.

What are you doing?

What's in the backpack?
Nothing.

Anything you want
to confiscate?

No. Good luck.

We have no idea
how this bomb

is wired to be detonated,
which means,

the suspect could be
in the crowd or close by.

Looks like the calvary's here.

Hope I'm good enough
to get on that squad one day.

Is that how your old man made his bones?
No, detective squad.

Cleared 20 homicides in a year
at the seven-four.

Still a record.

My Uncle,

he worked undercover in
organized crime for two years,

lead to 46 federal indictments.

Huh.
Come on, let's go.

That's hell of a
family tree, man.

Every McLaren makes his mark
on the NYPD in a different way.

Well, good to know you're not

putting any pressure
on yourself.

Sorry, been a little
crazy this morning.

Now, which one of you two

is least likely
to crash a prisoner van?

I learned to drive in Kabul
when I was 12 years old.

There weren't even
traffic lights back then.

I remember...
You drive.

Transport van is sitting
in front; Take it around back.

You're making a prisoner run
to the tombs.

Yes, sir.

This is it!

What number building is this?

The sixth one.

You're going to get it
right this time. I feel it.

Six is my lucky number.

Mark Sanchez wears it.

My favorite player
for the New York jets.

I know everything about him.

Okay.

Hi, sir.

Stay sharp.

Any behavioral problems
in one vehicle,

handcuffs are more of
a suggestion than a guarantee.

Have a good trip.

Hey, blood, you got a smoke?

No, and how exactly
am I your blood?

Man, we all decedents
of the same 12 tribes...

me, you, him...

Always talking loud
and saying nothing.

Maybe not him.
He's still stuck in the pond.

Let's go.

I looked all over for you.

Sean?!

Oh, thank God you're okay.

How many times have I told you,

you don't leave this apartment
building by yourself?

I'm sorry.

Ms...?

Heartwood, Natalie.

Thank you so much
for bringing him home.

How long was he missing?
Uh, not long.

I went out looking
for him right away.

Well, next time
you should call 911.

I know the number. Thanks.

I'm just saying missing children
are a priority for us.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Where was he?

He was at riverside
park at 112th,

looking at the river.

Said that's where you
told him to meet you.

Sean, why don't you go play
in your room for a minute, hm?

Look, you probably
never heard of this,

but Sean suffers from PDD.

Pervasive developmental
disorder,

high functioning autism.

It's very hard for him
to differentiate

between his imaginative
and real life.

It's as if the
two blend together.

You thought of putting
an address card in his pocket,

maybe a child proof
lock on the door?

Thank you for the parenting
advice, but we already have one.

The delivery man
came by earlier today,

and the nanny must have
forgotten to lock it.

Well, thank you
again, officers.

Sean, thank the nice officers
for bringing you home, hm?

I want to show them my room.

Oh, I'm sure
they don't have time for that.

The city needs them.

The city can wait.

Please, folks, you have
to move out of here.

Can I go back in there
right quick? I left my phone.

Just as soon as we
get the all-clear.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah, if you're thinking
there's no way

that two women in America,
let alone Harlem,

have that exact same piercing
under their eye and lip.

The photos from the
bomber's apartment...

that's the girl in the pictures.
Mm-hmm.

You see her ID card? She's
supposed to speak at the rally.

Excuse me.

Can I help you with something?

You can actually.
Do you recognize this guy?

That hair, those
crazy stalker eyes...

- it looks like J.J.
- J.J. Got a last name?

Martinez.

He asked me out last month,
but he's a creep.

He's been following me around,
talks to himself behind my back.

I almost called the cops.

Why are you looking for him?

We just want to talk.

Any idea where we
might find him?

I think he has a job
during the day

at the temple assembly church
on 123rd and Madison.

That's where we met anyhow.

Hey, did he do something wrong?

I mean, am I in danger?

No, not anymore.

Show post 78 at 123 and
Madison for investigation.

And this is my best friend.

Had him since I was five.

What's his name?

Duck.

At least he can't forget it.

Who's this?

That's my mommy.

I think it's time

for the officers
to go, sweetheart,

and we have homework to do.

Here.

You keep it.

Thank you.

His mommy?

I thought that look meant
I go first.

We definitely got
to work on this.

You want to go left or right?

Right.

Now, that look means you go.

Come any closer, and I will blow
this whole damn block up.

I swear I will do it.

Now put the guns away.

Okay, take it easy, all right?

It's gone.

I'm putting the gun away.

Gun is away.

Him, too.

Do it.

Now, how about you,
you know... how about

you give me the detonator?

Yeah, come on, man.

She has it coming to her.

No, no, no, no, nothing
is worth this, all right?

Take it from me.

You know, if I planted a bomb

every time a girl
broke my heart,

all of Manhattan would have
a view of the river.

You know,
I was going to marry her.

Central park.
Yeah.

A honeymoon in Paris.

Why is he looking at me

like I'm crazy?
No, no, no.

Cupid hates him, too, right?

You kidding me?

There's this girl I like,

I see her every day
walking our beat.

I can't even ask her out;
I'm so worried

what my father's gonna think.

It's never easy, right?

No, it's not.

Look, man, you don't...

You don't want to hurt anybody.

Come on.

I'm sorry...

Think you should have
stayed on 10th Avenue.

You grew up driving
in a free-fire zone,

and you're going to give me
traffic tips?

Whoa!

Watch them bumps, baby brother.

My sciatica is acting up.

My apologies.

Yeah, watch this bump.

Whoa, hey!

What's happening?

The engine; We got no power.

Everybody all right?

Give me a couple of minutes;
I'll let you know.

I'm hurt.

I'm definitely hurt.

What's wrong?

So what now?

You threaten me

until I tell you where the bomb is?
Threaten?

You've seen
too many movies, kid.

Tough guy like you,
you're not gonna cave.

Oh.

We found a lot of chemicals
in your apartment.

How big are we talking?

Seven pounds.

Homemade c-4,right?

HMTD caps.

Hexamethylene
Triperoxide Diamine.

Most powerful and unstable
blasting caps they make.

I have a cousin who works
in the bomb squad.

But of course.

It would really help us

if you would just tell us
that location.

You would really like that,
wouldn't you? Uh-huh.

Well, I'll tell you
what I'd like first.

You tell that ice queen bitch,

to come here right now,
or I don't talk.

You know if that bomb goes off,

you're going to be charged
as a domestic terrorist.

And then you're looking
at the death penalty.

Lethal injection.

They say that it's
like going to sleep,

but I've got a friend,
he's a doctor.

He says it's more like
being suffocated.

Hey, do you know

that they make you wear
a diaper?

Oh, God.

You're a smart kid;
I'm sure you can figure out why.

You got about ten seconds

before they take you away,

and the next guy might
not be as nice as me.

It's in a gray backpack

near the stage.

Central, 2-2 van 4-5-8-9,

can you have a unit 85 me
non-emergency

at Lenox and 120th street?

Our van is disabled, and we're
on a prisoner transport.

Yo, pump the gas.

You'll flood the engine.

It's the spark plugs

that got jarred loose.

Spark plugs?

What do you know, didn't even
graduate the damn third grade.

Just pump the gas like I said.

It's dead.

Hey, sometimes a good prayer

to the man above
will get you back.

Are you a sinner, officer?

Not like I'm about to be

if you don't shut up.

Be advised

there's no units available.

You'll need to sit tight.

Seriously, sit tight?

That's the best
they can come up with?

Officer, I gots to go
to the bathroom.

Go ahead.

J.J. Says the device

is in a gray backpack,
West Side of the stage.

It won't be
enough to just find the bomb,

we have to get
the damn thing outside.

I think we got it.

Natalie heartwood.

Why are you running Sean's mom?

Call came in for a dispute
last year at her address.

Domestic?
No,

female breaking
into the apartment.

Neighbor called it in.

By the time the police
responded, she was gone.

No name, just a description.

Red hair,

blue eyes.

Sounds familiar?

There's another report,

two months later.

Neighbor spotted red

hanging around riverside park.

Could be random.

Or maybe Sean just saw her

and got an idea
of somebody new to sketch.

The way the kid keeps
disappearing all the time,

he clearly has issues.

Sean said that if
he was in trouble,

he was supposed to meet his mom

in riverside park by
112th street, right?

Natalie looked for
him everywhere,

but she didn't
know to look there?

She's lying.

About something.

Or maybe she just
got under your skin.

We've got a police
report of a stalker

and a little boy
drawing pictures of her.

I can just imagine
what Yoda's going to say.

Our probable cause

is a crayon drawing
from a ten-year-old boy?

And probable cause for what?

I don't know,

but I want to find
this woman and ask her

what she was doing there.

Be advised 2-2 van

4-5-8-9,
task force assigned to respond.

Eta two hours.

You got to be kidding me.

34,000 cops,

not one can drive over and
bail us out any quicker?

Hey, Cagney and Lacey,
we need a stretch back here.

I believe it was the
supreme court itself that stated

overcrowding
and unsanitary conditions

is a direct violation
of our incarcerated rights.

And based
on the big man's flatulence,

my rights are being violated
approximately every 30 seconds!

Sit down, you fool.

Oh, crap.

Hey, break it up!

Enough!

Enough! Break it up!

Break it up!

I hear so much as another word
out of you two,

I'm exercising my constitutional
right to kick

both of y'all asses.

What, huh?

You got something to say?

You didn't have to do that.

I had it handled.

No disrespect,

but I grew up
with punks like that.

Only one language
that they understand,

and that's force.

Look, it's possible
the kid is just color-blind.

I got it.

22nd precinct.

Officer Perry,
how may I help you?

Amber Chasen,

red hair, blue eyes,

bird tattoo.

Seven years ago,

officers responded
to a possible child endangerment

at St. Luke's hospital.

I'm not even going to bother
asking the kid's name.

Sean.

Dob puts him at ten years old
this month.

Amber currently resides
in the far west 40's.

I guess I know where we're
spending our lunch break.

All right, fire in the hole.

Paper.

Lipstick.

It's a science textbook.

Karima Harding.

The color was right
on the backpack, the markings.

The kid told us
exactly where to find it.

Unless there's two backpacks.

You know, it's gray, nylon,
zipper, pretty generic.

If Karima Harding had one
that looked similar,

she could have grabbed it
by mistake in all the chaos.

Right, so whoever
this Ms. Harding is

is walking around right now
with a bag full of explosives

that could go at any minute.

We are looking for Karima Harding,
believed to be carrying a gray

backpack filled
with approximately

seven pounds of explosives.

Victim does not have
a cell phone.

Her mom confiscated it

because she does not approve
of her current boyfriend.

Note photo number two...
Drake Robinson.

Runs with the Young Gun Goons

in the Pierce houses
on east 119th.

Drake has a couple of collars...
one aggravated assault

against a police officer.

Watch yourselves
around this guy.

Each of you will be assigned
a location Karima is known

to frequent.

Amber Chasen, NYPD.

Amber, wait.

Fyi, we usually travel in twos.

I didn't do nothing.

If you didn't do anything,
why did you run?

We're not taking you to jail.

This is about Sean, isn't it?

You even have a clue
what you're doing?

One thing I'm not doing is
consorting with the enemy.

They're human beings.

They have to eat.

Ah, I hope you plus-sized mine
'cause I'm mad hungry.

Listen up, I'm going
to treat you with respect.

Don't give me a reason
to regret that decision.

I can't...

It's vegetarian.

Next thing I know,

you two will be planning a
terrorist attack together.

You're not even worth my time.

What's that you say?

Kill him!

Hey!

Come on, break it up!

Now!
Freedom!

Seriously, are you kidding me?

A prison break with
four guys Daisy-chained

to one another?

This is why you don't

treat 'em with respect.

You sure Sean's okay?

He's fine.

We found him in riverside park.

He was looking for
you, wasn't he?

I wasn't using when he was born.

It was a tough delivery,

and they gave me
painkillers afterwards.

I know it's hard
for women like you

to imagine being so weak.

I went back and forth
between being clean and using.

We survived for a while
on the streets,

shelters...

But after a few years
it just got too hard.

So you just decided
to sell your son?

When Sean was three

I was approached
by this man in the park.

He said he'd give me $2,000 cash
if I gave him up.

Said my boy would be loved

and taken care of.

$2,000 was only enough to keep
me high for a week or two.

But I knew it was
the best thing for Sean.

Eventually child services was
going to take him from me, or...

Maybe something even worse
was going to happen.

You went to see him last year.

I know it was a stupid thing
to do... going up there.

I just wanted to see him,
see how he'd grown.

Afterwards I got a visit
from that same guy.

He said he'd make sure
I go back to jail forever

if I ever go north
of 100th street again.

If what you're telling us is
true, we can have him arrested.

It's what your partner said...
I'm a junkie

who sold her son.

They might take him away
from Natalie heartwood,

but I know
they'll never give him back

to me, and I don't blame 'em.

I just want to see him...
Talk to him.

Hey, have you guys seen

this girl?

No?

Do either of you know
Karima Harding?

Hey, so that thing you said
to j.J. In the church

about that girl
and your old man...

that wasn't just a line
of bull, was it?

Was yours?

Think you know
the answer to that.

Yeah, it sounds to me like, uh,

if you don't bring home
the medal of valor,

that you'll never
live up to your pops.

The man casts a big shadow.

Hey, you know, I, uh,
I knew this journalist once.

You know, he was hell-bent
on, on winning a pulitzer.

I mean, that's all he wanted.

He signed up for every war zone
on all five continents.

Did he get it?

Yeah, posthumously.

I appreciate the
cautionary tale, but

it's easy for you to say.

You've been playing the hero
since the day we got here.

Already got your medal
and press conference.

Yeah, well, I
didn't ask for it, man,

and I certainly didn't
plan it that way.

Think they were here to check
out the latest Harry Potter?

Drake's not in this crew,

but that ink on their
necks looks like the

young guns gang symbol.

Well, let's take
a closer look, huh?

All right, you guys
know the drill...

hands where we can see 'em.

Why you porkies
never say please?

What? Hey.

W-whoa.

YGG... Young
Gun Goons.

What are you doing
at the library?

What's the matter?

'Cause I'm YGG,
mean I can't read?

Where's Drake?

Drake, who's Drake?

You just took a swing
at a police officer.

Now, I'm guessing
you're on parole,

so that is a "don't pass go,"

don't collect $20""
kind of violation.

Tell us where he is and you
live to fight another day.

Offer expires in ten seconds.

He was at the library

a while back.

He was heading towards 121st

to go grab some food
with his new biscuit.

That's all I know, man.

All right, you gentlemen
enjoy your afternoon.

When I was little,
my mom worked at this sweatshop.

One day she got her hand all
chewed up in a sewing machine.

Disability check would come,
she'd cash it.

Supposed to buy groceries that
would last for a little while,

but when the check came,
somebody in our building

tipped off guys
in our neighborhood.

They'd rob her
on the way to the store.

That's why you became a cop.

I became a cop
'cause I blew out my ACL.

You got a second chance.

Don't you think they
deserve one, too?

In my country you go
to jail to be punished.

Here it's in the hope
of rehabilitation,

or so I've been told.

By who?

Look, Ahmad,
only thing perps learn

when they go to jail is
how to be better perps.

Officer Sanchez, what
a pleasant surprise.

I saw Amber chasen
earlier today.

She's clean and sober.

Been for over a year.

Do you even have an inkling
what that woman is about?

I know she showed up
at your door last year

and you lied to the police.

Sent some goon to scare her off

so she doesn't see
her little boy.

I was scared and I was
trying to protect Sean.

She said you bought him
for two grand.

A cotton swab and a DNA test,

child services come, take Sean
away, and I put you in jail.

A junkie can have babies like
a toaster popping out toast,

but someone like me,
someone who really wants

to give a child
a proper home...

It doesn't work out that way.

He's not a commodity,

and I know his mother doesn't
meet your moral standards,

but she loves her son.

I am his mother.

You should have seen Sean
when they brought him to me.

He was underweight,
malnourished.

It was a miracle
he was even alive.

He's got special needs.

Can you imagine where he would
be if we didn't raise him?

Even Amber knew enough
to give the boy up.

There's a bodega
on Broadway and 114th street.

We'll meet you there in an hour.
And?

And Amber chasen gets to give
her son an ice cream cone.

Eleven o'clock.

Wait,

wait, don't run!

You're not in trouble.

They headed east
on 124th street.

Drake can't go north
of 125th street.

YGG's at war with the
Killer Klown Crew.

He must be heading
into the park.

2-2 van 4-5-8-9 to central,

looking for an ETA
on our task force.

Be advised,
notification has been made.

Eta unknown.

I can fix it.

What the hell you know
about fixing a car?

I can fix it, but you

gotta take these cuffs off me.

Atv north
on mount Morris park...

victim and gray knapsack
in sight.

Pull over!

Hey, come on!

Drake, you're not in trouble.

Hey, pull over!

Central, be advised,
suspect atv

is eastbound toward Madison.

Have units respond to
that side of the park.

We're on foot in pursuit.

Units will be blocking
all the exits.

ESU is sweeping southwest.

You guys canvass South
toward 120th street.

Radio back if you see anything.

She'll be here.

She said she'll be here.

I know you want
to make things right,

but we just don't always
get to do that.

Taking a child away,

deciding who can be a mom
and who can't, it's not fair.

You make things sound
so black and white.

Tonya, listen, Amber decided
who could be a mom.

And I think
she decided again today.

Hi, officer Sanchez.

Hey, sweetie. Thank
you for coming.

I just wanted to introduce you
to a friend of mine.

Where is she?

Let's get some ice cream.

You like chocolate?

He's going to fix the engine.

And you believe him?

Look, already had
one jailbreak today.

Don't need to see the sequel.

He didn't try anything.

Just defended himself.

Now, we've been here all day;

I don't want to spend
the night, too.

Wait, you're not really
gonna do this, are you?

Come on, man, 't want to spend
you proved your point.

Ahma...

She's not coming.

I could've told you that.

When I was a teenager, my
mom and I, we used to fight.

Just typical mother
and daughter stuff.

One day, it was over this boy
she wouldn't let me go out with,

and I told her I hope she died.

Didn't happen right away,
but a couple months later,

came home from school...

Just by the way my brother
looked at me, I knew.

Then afterwards, I...

I used to think I saw her.

In crowds, across the street.

She'd just be standing there,
just watching me.

For Sean, this is real.

His mother's really out there.

You gonna lie to him forever,
hope he never finds out?

What happens when he does?

Try it now.

You can take your hand

off the gun.

If I wanted it,
I would've taken it already.

So you helped us out today.

Doesn't change what you did
to get here.

Manslaughter... that's just
another word for murder.

It was self-defense.

Judge told me,
"you make me go to trial

"and the jury don't like you,
I'm giving you the Max.

Plea out, and I'll sentence you
to three years."

So I pled out.

In case you're wondering,

I learned how to fix cars
in the joint.

I ain't gonna be
in there forever.

Karima! Come on,
please stop!

We got a visual.

They're heading into
the amphitheatre.

Karima, you're not in trouble.

Neither is Drake.

The backpack you're
carrying, it isn't yours.

Karima? Karima?

Listen, this is
gonna sound crazy, but

listen to me very
carefully, okay?

We just want to help you, okay?

I'm stuck.

You might have something very
dangerous inside your backpack.

All right?

Somebody may have left
some explosives in there.

Very, very unstable explosives.

All right? So just-just
let us help you, please.

Ah, damn.

You're strapping a bomb, girl.

Where are you going?

Call me if you make it out.

Wait, you got to help me
get it off!

Help! Please help!

I'm stuck!
It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

Help me!
Okay.

Help me!

Shh... shh...
Help me!

Please help!
We're here.

We're here.
It's okay, it's okay.

You're gonna be okay.
It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Believe it or not, when I was

your age, I got myself
in a similar situation.

Seriously?
Yeah, yeah.

I got my head stuck
under the front seat

of the family car;
It was much worse than this.

I have a knapsack
with a bomb in it!

No, my head was
really stuck though.

I mean, I was... my father, my
Uncle, everybody yanking at me.

You know, it was humiliating.

You know, I felt like
I was Winnie the pooh.

But, look, here I am today, you
know, so you're gonna be okay.

You're free.

Come on.

Carefully.

You hear that?

Yeah, and I smell it, too.

The magnesium started burning.

Come on, come on.
Let's go, let's go.

Let's go, let's go,
let's go. Quickly.

Come on, quickly, let's go.

Unbelievable.

Six hours and we end
right back up where we started.

See, that's the problem
with this country.

We're in a stalemate.
No forward progress.

You know, I think for once,
he's actually making sense.

My back teeth is floating I got
to use the bathroom so bad.

Officer McLaren, can I
get a picture, please?

You should really get one of me
and my partner, officer Harper.

Already spoke to him.

He said you were the one that
did all the heavy lifting.

Thanks.

Gonna be on the cover
of the post tomorrow. Congrats.

Well, your pops
will be pretty proud, huh?

You didn't even have to
wind up in a hospital bed.

It's nice to know we finally
got our timing down.

Please, could you
have cut any slower?

You're here to complain,
I can go get my sergeant.

You know,
I knew this day would come.

Pretended it wouldn't,
but I always knew.

It scared the hell out of me.

Well, you're off the hook.

I passed by the halfway house,
and manager said Amber split.

Took all her stuff.

I guess she still
couldn't deal with it.

But you were right.

It doesn't change anything.

Sooner or later,

I'm going to have to
tell Sean the truth.

Anyhow...

Sean made another picture.

For Amber.

When you catch up to her.

What makes you so sure
I'm going to do that?

I have a feeling.

Call it mother's intuition.

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