All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E12.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I know you did it.

Admit it now
and this can be over.

I got nothing to admit to.

Yes, you do.
You're a predator.

This is not my fault.

Oh, so now you're gonna
blame the victim?

Uh-uh, buddy.
That doesn't play.

You're done.

I swear to you
on my mother's life...

Your mother! Shame on you.

You prey on parents.

Well, not anymore.

You're going to confess,
or else.

Okay, I made a mistake.

You sure did.
You short-changed me.

I gave you a $20,

and you gave me
change for a $5.

And it wasn't the first time.

My money,

or you will never sell

an overpriced latte again.

Do you have your receipt?

Voila.

(SIGHS)

That was amazing.

I get a macchiato every day
after drop-off.

There's no telling how much

he's ripped me off.

You are my hero.

Well, tell my kids that.

This morning they said I was,

"The worst mother
in the world"

because we ran out of milk

and bread

and toilet paper.

Nicholas and Harrison, right?

They're in Liam's class.

-I'm his mom, Kate.
-Oh.

I don't know how you do it.

Work full-time, raise twins...

Not to mention the winter
carnival.

Wait. What, what? Back up.

Work, check. Twins, check.

What was that last thing
that you said?

The school winter carnival
on Friday.

You're doing the class booth,
right?

(LAUGHS) Hell no.

I'm sure I saw your name

on the sign-up sheet.

I was going to do it
until I saw

the class Pinterest page.

No way am I that crafty.

No! My son is in there.

My son is in there!
My son is in there! Shawn!

(SCREAMS) Shawn!

Shawn!

Oh! Oh, my God!
Thank you!

Oh, my God, thank you.

-Thank you!
-(COUGHING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Oh, thank God.

Thank you. Thank you.

Please tell me
that you did not sign me up
for winter carnival.

I signed us both up
at back-to-school night.
You're welcome.

You said you wanted
to be more involved.

Yes, by working drop-off line,
or chaperoning a field trip.

Or anything
that doesn't require
a past life as a carpenter.

Come on, how bad could it be?

Oh, it's pretty bad.

Apparently, I have
to design and construct
a carnival booth,

make a ring toss game,

and snowman decorations.

Not to mention baking
200 snowman cookies
for prizes.

Yes, that's right.

Me, baking.

Don't worry,
I'm your co-pilot.

We'll rally together
this weekend.

Oh, no, no, no.
This carnival goes down
in 48 hours.

There is no weekend.

Oops.

Damn right, oops.

How are we supposed to
get this thing done?

We don't.
You kick it back to the PTA,

tell them you're not
the kind of mom

who bakes cookies,
that are edible.

I can't back out.

Half the school gave me
the cold shoulder

when I flaked
on that Halloween thing.

We were busy
with real police work.

Nobody's gonna blame us
for that.

No one will blame you.
Dads get a free pass.

No one will judge you
if our boys are eating gluten,

or high-fructose corn syrup,
or dirt.

I get it. I messed up.
What do you want from me?

Two days vacation time.

I'm between cases.
I can use it to nail
operation winter carnival.

I say farm this
winter carnival thing out,

but if that's how you want to
spend your vacation,

go for it.

I want to spend
my vacation time on a beach

with trashy books,
and a bottomless mai tai.

No, this is how I need
to spend my vacation,

thanks to you.

Max, can you pull up
the pin-interest page
from the twins' class

and explain to me what
the hell a pin-interest is?

Pinterest.

If Martha Stewart
and Rachael Ray

had an orgy at the craft store

and posted photos online,

Pinterest is their beautiful

love-child.

(MAX SINGING HIGH NOTE)

Please tell me
you have a glue gun.

I've got a gun gun,

which I may now use
to kill myself.

Well then, I present to you
your last meal,

courtesy of your
not-so-secret admirer,

food truck Tony.

Aw.

Morning beautiful.
Thought you could use
some lobster tacos.

-Ooh.
-Who couldn't?

Sounds like a keeper.
Angela Ryan,

FDNY Arson Investigator.

Detective Laura Diamond.
How can I help you?

Fire on Plymouth,
unidentified body
in the basement.

-Per department protocol...
-You need us to investigate
so you can ID John Doe.

Okay, you can talk to...

Captain Jake Broderick!

Angela freaking Ryan!

I haven't seen you
since your promotion, Captain.

I don't know whether
to salute you, or hug you.

Get over here.

Wait, is that Angela Angela?

Do we hate her?

-Ex-girlfriend. No biggie.
-We hate her.

I see you've met Laura.

This is Laura Laura?

-Funny, Laura was
just saying...
-That's me.

I have heard
so much about you.

Well, then maybe she told you
she's out the door.

Vacation. Bad timing.

-Yup.
-I'm gonna need
the glue gun back.

I have a sideline
bedazzling jeans at Barneys.

Of course you do.

I have a pair, or three.

Max Carnegie,
Investigative Aid.

Way to rock that sweater vest!

Way to rock
those fab suede boots!

Let's hit my office.
Uh, Max, get us two coffees.

Extra cream for Angie.

ANGELA: You remembered.

MAX: She's awesome.

Her boots are everything.

No, her boots say everything.

Like, "Hi, I'm here to
impress my ex."

Not that I care...
Just make sure
you keep me updated,

so at least someone
stays focused on the work.

I thought you were focused
on the winter carnival.

I am. I'm really,
I'm really fantastic
at multi-tasking.

What's up, Cap? Where's Laura?

Oh, she's taking
a couple of personal days.

FDNY shares jurisdiction
in light of the fire,

so we'll be working together
on this one.

-Glad to meet you.
-Billy.

Buzz on the second is that
you guys are kicking butt.

Thanks for the props.

I like her.

Do you know
what started this fire?

Building is
a million years old.
Maybe it was faulty wiring.

You sure our victim
wasn't a tenant?

Very sure.

The building's set to be
converted into condos soon.
Everyone's moved out

except Gloria Leighton
and her son Shawn.

The boy who lived.

I read about the heroic rescue
in the morning paper.

That's the hometown hero,
Gil Carter.

He's got some stones on him.

Aw, man, you could smoke a ham
in there.

Got to put in for hazard pay.
Anybody want the nickel tour?

You two get the down-low,
we'll go talk to the hero.

Sure.

All right. John Doe,
Asian male, late teens.

Apparent cause of death,
smoke inhalation.
No wallet, no ID.

Any scars or tats?

Clean as a Tim McGraw ballad.

I'm a little bit country.

He's got this hot pepper
smeared all over his hands,
wrists, elbows.

Teenagers, man.
Always up to their armpits
in flaming hot Cheetos.

I was there.
Not much to work with.

Yeah, well,
John Doe didn't have much.

Dead of winter and he's got
no coat, no shoes,
just socks and flip-flops.

He could be a squatter,
a street kid.

Let's see if we can ID him
the easy way.

-You recognize him?
-I've lived across the street
for eight years.

Never seen him before.
Wish to hell I'd known he was
down in that basement.

Hi, this is Laura Diamond,
Harrison and Nicholas' mom.

I was just calling to see
if you could pitch in
for the winter carnival.

You're helping
the fifth graders?
Can't they help themselves?

Well, we're all busy.

No, I'm not a new mom.
Uh, we've been in the class
the whole year.

I just missed the class copy.

New fall sing along.

Lunch duty.

Bite me.

Excuse me?

Just rhetorical.

The mom cavalry
didn't come through.

You're an inspiration,
especially the way
you're handling

the Jake and Angie
reunion special.

Enough already, I don't care.
This is me, not caring.

Absence of caring noted.
Um, back to business.

They're canvassing
for an ID on John Doe.

See if anybody remembers
the world's messiest eater.

He had hot pepper
all over his wrists.

Messy eaters,
they spill on their faces,
on their chests, on their...

Laps. Not on their wrists.

Wait a minute, my mom's
arthritic bridge partner,
Mrs. Han,

used to rub pepper
on her joints.

It's a Korean home remedy.

Maybe John Doe had tendonitis.

From what?
He wasn't an athlete.

The guy didn't even
wear sneakers.

He wore flip-flops and socks.
Major fashion faux-pas.

Not for boys who play sports.

I bet he stashed his kicks
somewhere.

Okay, this time of year
sports means basketball.

Tell them to check
all the closest courts
for an ID.

On it.

(GRUNTING)

Max called in a lead
based on his sports knowledge?
Please.

In his world, the Super Bowl
is crystal,

and holds a large
quinoa salad.

Laura. I knew
she couldn't kick Homicide
cold turkey.

Glad she didn't.

Rough game.

NYPD. If you all
could take a little time-out.

I need some help
getting an ID here.

You're gonna need more than
that to stop a game out here,
little man.

Excuse me?
I'm six feet.

Valiant effort, Cap.

I might just have to dust off
my skills.

Gain a little respect
out here.

Easy now, white chocolate.

I'll have you know,
I was all All-City.

Mmm-hmm.

(CHEERING)

Whoa. Now that was sexy.

That was an impressive three,
slim.

You know what impresses me?

Good Samaritans.
Do you recognize him?

Aw man, yeah. He's here like,
seven days a week.

Kevin Park, age 16. We already
notified his mother.

She's devastated.
Last time she saw him
was Sunday night. They fought.

What about?

Basketball. He's a good kid,
but he dug hoops
more than trigonometry.

Who can blame him?
Trigonometry is right up there

with water-boarding
and root-canal.

Really? Trig was my bitch.

-Same. Come here.
-Ah.

Explode it.

-Pow!
-Yes.

(GIGGLING)

Anyway, Kevin's parents
told him he had to get
his grades up

or he was off the team,
so he ran away.

I don't think
it was an accident.

We narrowed down the fire's
point of origin to a trash can
on the second floor,

outside of
Gloria Leighton's apartment.

Yeah, it's a little hard
to believe that a fire
started accidentally

outside the door
of the last remaining tenant.

Even harder to believe
when you discover

that the trash can
was full of accelerants.

Nail polish remover,
paint thinner.

One match hits
that flammable mess and...

LAURA: Ow!

I got this.

No, I got this. I got this.

-Ahem.
-This is good.

Oh! Don't mind me.

Packing peanuts make
perfect snowflakes.

It's cheaper than Craft World.

It's a solid story,
but it still sort of seems

like you're snooping
on fire hottie.

Please! Why would I bother?

The victim's been ID'd.
Case closed.

Fire hottie says it's arson,
so case opened.

If it's arson,
then the victim's death
is a homicide.

-New leads? Suspects?
-Not yet.

Well, then Angela and the team
should be out on the street
working the case.

Oh, they will. But fire hottie
wants to treat us
to ramen burgers first.

(LAUGHING)

Befriending the co-workers.

It's all part of her plan.

So, by her, do you mean
fire hottie?

Can you stop saying that?

I can try. How is it her plan?

She didn't start the fire.

No, but she's certainly
trying to rekindle
an old flame.

Thank you for coming in.

Since the fire's been ruled
an arson,

we need to re-interview
all of the witnesses.

No problem. I'm happy to help.

Great. So, why don't you start
by telling me what happened
last night?

Uh, well I was, uh,
down in the basement
doing laundry,

moving the wet clothes
into the dryer
when I smelled smoke.

I tried to get to Shawn,
but there were flames
everywhere.

I thank God every second,
Gil was there to get my baby
out alive.

So it's just you and Shawn
who live there?
No husband or boyfriend?

No, and no. Single mom.

So any idea who might've
started the fire?

No "might've" about it.
David Grant.

Slumlord is too kind a word.

He was trying to
force everyone out

so that he can flip
the property.

-Are you saying
he threatened you?
-No.

He's too much of a coward
for that.

Just intimidation tactics.

Holes in the roof,
rats in the basement,

no heat, no AC.

Shawn and I
just keep getting sick.

Sounds like a real scumbag.

You know what? It worked,

because everybody else left,
and I wanted to,

I just couldn't afford
to move.

Now she has to move,

which gives the landlord
motive for starting the fire.

Speaking of which,
the fire lady is all over
your territory.

-The vending machine?
-The office.

She's talking designer
pantsuits with Meredith,

Cuban music with Billy

and she's working
out of Jake's office.

Of course she is.

That woman is shameless.

She's been waiting to pounce
for the last nine years.

More salaciousness, please.

Well, they just dated
for a little while.

And then Angela
went backpacking
in South America,

and Jake went into the academy
where he met me.

You stole her man.
Heaven forefend.

Please. You can't leave
a half-decent guy
in New York City

alone for three months,
and expect him

to still be there
when you get back.

Although, I suspect that
she's been regretting
that trip for the last decade.

Who wouldn't?
Backpacking is like
pretending to be homeless.

Speaking of homeless,
that supposed landlord lead?

It's not gonna pan out.
He's gonna have an alibi.

According to Billy,
the slumlord's got
an iron-clad alibi.

He was at the fights
in Atlantic City,

in full view of dozens
of witnesses.

-Damn.
-But the good news is
the guy's a real douche.

Billy found dozens
of tenant complaints.

The landlord's done
everything he can
to get his tenants out

including turning off
the heat, the hot water,
letting cockroaches run wild.

But Gloria Leighton
wouldn't leave.

So maybe he farmed out
the dirty work to an arsonist,

took himself off to some
high profile event,

smiled big for the paparazzi
to cover his ass.

We find the firebug,
get him to flip the bastard,

and then we take them
both down.

57 known pyromaniacs whose MO
match that fire.

I'll get everyone searching
for the one

with the possible connection
to the landlord.

Thanks for lunch,
though I have a feeling
we'll be here till breakfast.

You wanna punk out, go ahead.

Everyone knows the police
can handle the boring
dirty work,

unlike you FDNY glory hounds.

-You are just bitter because
we're in better shape.
-(LAUGHS)

You should be.
They pay firemen to sleep
on the job.

Jealous?

Absolutely.

I heard about the divorce.

You okay?

Life throws you curveballs.
Yeah, I'll be all right.

Good thing
you're charming as hell
because you're a crap liar.

I can still read you
like The Times.

Some things never change.

(INHALES)
Do you want a refill?

Sure.

Dig down in there deep enough,

you just might find your
self-respect.

I ran out of paper to mache,
for our kids.

So your being here doesn't
have anything to do with
a certain other ex of mine?

-(SCOFFS)
-I really need to get
a T-shirt that says,

"Get over yourself."

Is that all you'll be wearing?

'Cause that could
get exciting.

(IMITATING PORNO MUSIC)

Man child.

You rang?

No, I meant the overgrown
thirteen-year-old
that you call Captain.

Well, now that I'm here,
help, m'lady?

No, I'm almost done.
But I can't believe
what people read around here.

I mean, Guns and Ammo, sure.

But Women's Wear Daily?

Hair Plugs Hal. Shoe fetish.

You are worse than my super.
Always looking through
the tenants' garbage.

Just has to be
in everyone's beeswax.

Well, you gotta know who
you're renting to.

I bet the slumlord knows a lot
about his tenants,

including which one
has a penchant
for playing with fire.

MAX: So Grant has a total
of eight buildings
in the neighborhood.

That's 221 units.

And I cross-referenced
his properties with addresses
of convicted arsonists.

And you found a suspect?
Good work!

Don't congratulate him.
Max is Laura's front.

Well, I wish I had a front
like him.

What's the bastard's name?

Jasper Schecter.

He lives on Bridge and York.

Jasper Schecter, NYPD.

(METAL CREAKING)

Fire escape. He's running.

Go home!

Freeze, Jasper, right there!
Freeze!

Oh!

(STRUGGLING)

Told you we were
in better shape.

I did not start that fire.
I swear, I'm innocent.

Of course you are.
That's why you were doing
wind sprints across the roof.

I'm just tired
of being harassed every time
someone lights a match.

You're a convicted arsonist.

I did my time.
I got treatment inside.
I'm rehabilitated.

So you don't get off
on fires at all anymore?

Correct.

Want another?

Tell me about the fire
on Plymouth.

A thing of flipping beauty.

So you were there?

Well I live two blocks away,

so yeah,
I came up to watch it.

Along with
half of the neighborhood.

You gonna lock us all up?

Nah, just the pyro
with the record.

Well, that would
be shortsighted.

For your info,
I happened to see a thug,

with a neck
full of prison tats,
running from the fire.

Let's talk about how you
looked at my lighter just now.

Like a man who would be
more than happy to set a fire
for his landlord.

You cops are all the same.
I want a lawyer.

I'll call legal aid.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Interesting show.
You could charge admission.

I thought
you were on vacation.

Well, yeah, I was just
on my way to the copy machine
for my project.

Well, it's good
you took the scenic route.

You got to see us
nail the perp.

Jasper said he didn't do it.

Oh, come on,
the guy's full of it.

He admitted to being
at the scene of the crime.

Why would he cop to that

if he was guilty
of setting the fire?

Because we'd prove
he was there eventually.

And Kevin Park died.
The stakes are higher
this time.

Still don't buy it.

When he was talking
about the fire he was excited,

but more like he was admiring
someone else's work.

How did you get that?

Same as when I look
through the window

at the women doing soul cycle.

Oh, I love spinning.
I go three times a week.

-Congratulations.
-Mmm.

What about the tattooed ex-con
Jasper said he saw?

Total bull. Jasper would be
too mesmerized by the flames

to even notice anybody else.

Your opinion.

In mine, it's a lead
worth looking into.

Oh, come on, it's a Hail Mary
from a pyro.

Or it's the truth.

Respectfully, Detective,

is this really about
Jasper Schecter?

What else would it be about?

You checking up on me, maybe.

The only person I've ever seen
work this much on their
day off is me.

Then you understand.

I understand that we have
a lot in common,

including taste in men.

If that's what the real
problem is here,

let's just get it out
in the open.

The real problem is Kevin Park
was murdered.

I'm after his perp.
But you, and your do-me boots,

apparently are after
something else.

-Wow. We're going there?
-Going there? You were the one
who brought us there.

Look, if you want
to get back together
with Jake,

I am fine with that.
Knock yourself out.

But don't let the case
of a dead kid go sideways
while you're at it

because that,
I am definitely not fine with.

-Crafty mom thing
getting to you, partner?
-(SIGH)

I'm making a snowman ring toss
out of empty bottles.
I need two more. Drink.

Frosty the Snowman
never looked so creepy.

Don't bash my snowman.

He and I are very fragile
right now.

Personal issues.

Heard you weren't exactly on
team Angela.

What is it with
all you gossipy men?

Angela and I are a non-issue.

Being friends with my ex
is evolved enough.

I don't need to be friends
with my ex's ex.

True.

Captain should
consider himself lucky
that you're so chill with him.

No. I'm just really good at
masking my homicidal
daydreams.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Fading there, wino?

The fire was set
outside Gloria's apartment.

Maybe she had an ex
with murderous daydreams too.

And just maybe,
he has a neck full of tattoos.

Detective Soto.

Sorry to bother you at work,
but I...

No, not a problem.

How can I help?

Well, you told Detective Bose
that you weren't
seeing anyone.

But how about
old relationships?

Ones that didn't work out?

My mother raised me
by herself.

Almost had
a couple of stepdads,

it didn't work out.

But she said,

"Every now and then
you kiss a frog.

"Even if he's got
slicked back hair

"and great salsa moves,

"he's still a frog."

Cliff Gaskin,
not my finest moment.

Right.
Did he have any tattoos?

Not since I last saw him.

Did he ever get violent?

Only when he drank,
which was a lot.

But he's in jail.

I finally got tired
of being his punching bag

-and had him locked up.
-Right.

Okay, here it is.

Looking him up
on the corrections website.

It says Gaskin
was released a week ago.

Oh, my God.

The night that I had
Cliff arrested,
he swore he'd kill me.

Okay, yeah.
I was at Gloria's place
the night of the fire.

You were spotted
leaving the scene.

Gloria has a restraining order
against me. I didn't want to
get busted for violating it.

Or you didn't want
to get busted
for starting the fire.

No, I heard about the fire
on the radio. I just went over
to see if Gloria was okay.

Huh. That's
awfully considerate,

considering she got you
locked up.

I think you were there
for payback.

I do need to pay her back.
But not like that.

-I've got to make amends
for what I did to her.
-Let me guess.

You got religion in jail.

No, I got sober.

I was a violent,
paranoid drunk.

Every time Gloria
left the house,

I swore she was
cheating on me.

But now I know
she was just working
all the time

trying to keep a roof
over Shawn's head.

Going to jail
was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Forgive me
if I don't trust the word
of a confessed woman-beater.

You don't have to.
Like I said,

I heard about the fire
on the radio

at the soup kitchen
in the Bowery.
When the fire started,

I was feeding 200 hungry
homeless guys.

Don't be modest, Gil.
Not many people would rush
into a burning building

to save a stranger's life.

Shawn's just a kid,
and he's not a stranger.

I'd seen him on the block
riding his little bike.

Let's take a look
at the cell phone video,
shot by one of the neighbors.

This dramatic footage
shows the daring rescue

of eight-year-old
Shawn Leighton.

Now, tell us how you first
became aware

this little boy
was in mortal peril.

I was in bed sleeping.

Then I heard
his mama screaming.

I mean, that's what
woke me up.

And then I smelled smoke.

So do I.

No! No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no. Oh!

(SIGHS)

Hi. Quick question.

Do you make cookies?

Fantastic. I would like
to put an order in
for 12 dozen.

And I'm gonna need some booze.

Oatmeal, raisin,
snickerdoodle,
chocolate chip.

And of course, cabernet.

(GIGGLES AND APPLAUDS)

You are the sexiest man alive.

For cookies? Wow.

Okay. What do I get
when I make you
my creme brulee?

We'll see.

Are you free tonight?

(SIGHS) I wish.

-But once I'm out
of crafty jail.
-Hmm. All right, it's a date.

Can I help you
in early parole?

(SIGHS) Chocolate chips,
and prison metaphors.

Aw damn. That is hot.

(BOTH LAUGH)

No, don't.
You're going to lose
all respect for me.

-Ugh.
-(SIGHS)

That's not so bad.

I'm a detective.

-I bust lies for a living.
-(LAUGHS) All right,
well you got me.

-That was disgusting.
-Yeah.

I'll tell you what.
I'll stick to cooking,
you stick to homicide.

I wish, but thanks to Jake,
I'm in DIY hell,
and he's working my case.

-I thought
you were between cases.
-I am. I mean, yes.

-But...
-But you can't let it go,
can you?

There's no shame in it.
I take a day off, I wind up
frying my own Fritos.

-Yum.
-Mmm-hmm.

-Feel free to share.
-Anytime.
So what's the case?

Arson homicide.
Runaway teen died.

Neighbor rescued
an eight-year-old little boy,
thankfully.

-Is that the guy?
-Yup.

Kevin Park died.

I don't feel like a hero.
Not like last time.

Gil, would you tell everyone
what did happen last time?

A couple years ago,
I was down in DC,

in a metro station.

A guy fell on the tracks.

I jumped down,
and pulled him up.

Talk about a humble brag.

This is the second time
you've saved a life.

I suppose it is.

Gil, you deserve a medal,

a key to the city.

This man has been a hero,

not once, but twice.

I mean,
what are the odds of that?

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hot chocolate. Pretty serious.

I'm guessing cramps?

-Or Angela?
-Oh, please.

Twiggy couldn't drive me
to unnecessary
calorie consumption.

Mmm-hmm.

Then why are we meeting here,
and not the squad room?

'Cause I don't need
Jake thinking I can't stay
away from the case.

-Which you can't.
-But I don't need him
knowing that.

And I don't need
Angela thinking
I care about her.

When I don't. At all.
But obviously she thinks
I do.

-You seem to care.
-No, I don't. I just care
that she thinks I care.

I will never understand women.

-Talk to me.
-Two years ago,

Gil Carter had his
15 minutes of fame
with the subway rescue.

That kind of attention
can be addictive.

-When your
16th minute arrives...
-You're yesterday's news.

You got nothing left,
but press clippings,
and a boring life.

Maybe, Gil wanted
another moment
in the media sunshine.

So, Gil set the fire
to get back in the spotlight?

That's cold.
But a damn good theory.

I mean, Gil lived
across the street, so he knew
that the building was empty,

except for Gloria and her son.

He figures, "Rescue him.
No harm, no foul."

But he doesn't know
that Kevin Park
is in the basement.

So, our hero could also be
our killer.

Time to find out.

Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Carter.

Please call me Gil.
And it's not a bother,
anything I can do to help.

So sorry to intrude.
Just need you to sign
these overtime slips.

Right his very minute?

One PP needs them ASAP.
PDQ. WTF?

What? Oh!
I'm all thumbs today.

Oh. I am all thumbs. Oh, boy.

My files. Huh, okey-dokes.

That's it.
Will not bother you again.
Toodles.

Anyway.
We have a few questions
about the night of the fire.

What's the first thing
that you remember?

Like I told you before,
I was sound asleep in my bed,

when I woke up
to hear Gloria screaming.

Right. Then you called 911,
and ran across the street
to Gloria.

Yeah.
She said that her son was
trapped on the second floor.

You went into the building,
ran up to the second floor,
and rescued Shawn.

-Yeah.
-And then you ran
straight out of the building.

Yes.

I mean,
if you don't believe me,
you can ask the firefighters.

I mean, they saw me.
They were pulling up when
I came out of the building.

It's a nice story,
but it doesn't make sense.

The 911 call
was placed at 11:37.

Nine minutes later,
the fire trucks arrived
on the scene.

Now, if your story was true,
it would have taken you
three to four minutes, tops.

Well, I don't know
how long I was in
that building.

I mean it felt like forever.

You know what does make sense?
You called 911,

and then set the fire.

What?

No! I would never do that.

I don't know, maybe
I was a little slower going up
stairs than I thought.

Stop lying, Gil.
Tell us what really happened.

-I did.
-Oh, come off it.
You're hooked on heroism.

You got a taste of glory
when you saved that dude
on the subway in DC.

GIL: That has nothing to do
with this.

ANGELA: It has everything
to do with this.
People forgot you.

Two years later,
you're just another nobody.

No, no, no.

Then you noticed that building
across the street.

It's your path
back to Gloryville.

And the landlord's going
to tear it down. So, hey,
you'll be helping him out.

-I wouldn't do that.
-Of course you would.

Just a couple of matches
between you,
and The Today Show.

So you set the fire,
and it works.

You save Shawn,
and you're a hero again.

Look, you guys got me
all wrong.

But you didn't know Kevin Park
was in the basement.

If it weren't for him,
you'd be home free.

He died for your vanity.

I want a lawyer.

(CRASHING)

(CRASHING)

Damn it.

Really?

My bad.

Hey. Any luck?

Plenty. He's lawyering up.

Which, nine times out of ten,
means a guilty plea
is coming next.

-Drinks are on me.
-My man.

Something is not right.

So Gloria comes out
of the basement.
She screams.

Gil wakes up, calls 911.

Comes down,
"It's my son, my son.
He's on the second floor."

Runs into the building,
climbs the stairs,

comes down the stairs,
into the street.

(SIGHS) This does not add up.

It just seems too fast.
Let's do it again.

Gil comes down the stairs,
onto the street.

The firemen swore that
Gil was coming out
onto the street

just as they were pulling up.

What the hell
took you so long?
Did you get lost in there?

REPORTER: This dramatic
footage shows

the daring rescue
of eight-year-old
Shawn Leighton.

Now tell us how
you first became aware

this little boy
was in mortal peril.

What did Shawn say to you?

Lucia, I need a babysitter.
Laundry emergency.

$1.50.

$1.75.

$2.00.

(SIGHS)

I don't think so, Gloria.

-Excuse me.
-Just sit where you'd like,
hon.

I'm not here for the pie.
For once.

(GIGGLES)

You spoke with my partner,
Detective Soto.

Yeah, he's a real nice guy,
but I think I've told him
everything I know.

That must be Shawn.

Do you usually bring him
to work?

Just when I work days.

It's cheaper
than after-school care,
or a babysitter

and it's usually quiet here
after lunch.

I totally get it.
If anyone knew how many times
my boys napped

in a holding cell,
I'd be locked up.

It's hard being a working mom.

Work a full day.

You make lunchboxes at 3:00 am
just so you can get
another five minutes of sleep.

Do laundry at midnight.

-That's the truth.
-But sometimes
you can't do it all.

Something's gotta give.
Or you make a mistake somehow,
let someone down.

Epic mom fail.

I've had those.

Don't even ask me
about the disaster
in my living room right now.

(CHUCKLES)

So I get why you did it.

Did what?

Left your son home alone.

-What are you talking about?
I would never...
-Yes.

You did.

Just to go down
to do the laundry
for a minute.

-I mean, don't tell me
that you've never done that.
-Sure.

But the washer-dryer
in your building is busted.

Has been for months.
Another tactic

by your landlord
trying to force you out.

Which is why it took Gil
so long to rescue Shawn.

He knew that your little boy
was in that building
somewhere.

He just didn't know
what apartment, 'cause
you weren't there to tell him.

I know you're afraid.

But Gil Carter
could go to jail.

And Kevin Park's mother
deserves the truth.

I keep thinking about
that poor woman.

(SNIFFLING) And that my son
could be dead too.

-It's all my fault.
-Just tell me
what really happened.

Doris was a no-show
for the late shift.

And my boss said
that I had to cover
or he'd fire me.

I called the sitter,
I begged her to stay.
She wouldn't.

I just told myself
that it would be okay,

because Shawn
was still sleeping.

I can't afford
to lose this job.

I got home as soon as I could.

-And you saw the building
was on fire.
-I was out of my mind.

I thought that
my baby was gone.

But then I saw
Gil running out of the fire
with my son.

He saved me too.
He told me not to tell anybody
that I wasn't home.

He said that it wouldn't
do any good
if I was in jail.

He lied to protect me.

And Shawn.

What are you talking about?

It was below freezing
that night.

The landlord
was harassing you
by turning off the heat.

If Shawn woke up
cold and alone...

(SOBS) Oh, my God.

I need to talk to your son.

Please, he's a good boy.

I know.

Hey, Shawn.
I'm Detective Diamond.
Can we talk?

About what?

About the other night.

I tried to tell Mr. Gil.

I know you did.

I'm sorry.

I got to say, you guys
are the best squad
I've ever worked with.

-Aw.
-We do make
a pretty good team.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

I wouldn't celebrate just yet.

-What do you mean?
-Gil's innocent.

Shawn Leighton set the fire.

-Gloria's kid?
-Yup.

He wakes up,

his babysitter's gone,
mom's not home,

he's cold.

And so he freaks out.
Walks out into the hallway,
finds a trashcan

and decides he's going
to make a campfire
to keep warm.

All of a sudden now,
up go the flames,

he runs back
into the apartment,
gets trapped

and he wouldn't be here today,
if it wasn't for Gil.

-Wow. How did you
figure that out?
-Legos.

-Laura.
-She didn't even
break a sweat, man.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

What?

To Laura.

To Laura.

You are free to go,
Mr. Carter.

Thanks.

And, uh, what's gonna happen
to Shawn?

Well, I spoke to family court.
Because Kevin Park's death
was an accident,

there will be no charges.

And Gloria?

Social Service is gonna
find her a new home,
help with childcare,

and set her up
with what she needs
to start over.

That's great. Thank you.

Actually, it was all
Detective Diamond's doing.

Teamwork.

Uh, let me get you
a ride home.

It sort of was all you.

That's nice of you to say.

Listen, I know that you
were just trying to do
your job.

I'm sorry if I was out of line
about your very,
very lovely boots.

I'm glad you like them.

(CHUCKLES)

For the record,

you were right, kind of.

I was trying
to make an impression. On you.

-Whoa. I didn't
see that coming.
-Not like that. Um...

(LAUGHS)

I've only been dumped
once in my life.

For you.
And the idea of coming in here

and meeting
the great Laura Diamond.

I was so intimidated,
I changed my clothes
five times.

Wow.
I'm oddly flattered, I think.

No. I'm definitely flattered.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

I wasn't going to ask this,
but, um...

Since the case is closed,
and you and I had
this little talk,

I think I can go there.

Go where, exactly?

You said you didn't mind.

-I mean,
you and Jake, you're...
-Oh!

God, no.
We're over, finished, kaput.

Great.

Because I'd be lying
if I didn't admit that

I still have feelings
for the guy.

But if I would be getting
in the way of something...

No! No, no.

-Go for it.
-Okay.

-Going for it.
-(CHUCKLES)

-I'll see you around?
-Sure.

Hey, guys!
Just come here, just a second.

Ah!

(LAUGHS)
Go back and play.

Looks good, Laura.

Oh.

Mmm-hmm.

Gotta say, none of us
in the PTA thought you could
pull it off.

Well the PTA's got nothing
on the NYPD.

Come here, guys!