All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E22.WEBRip.x264-ION10

No, please, I'll give you
what you want.

(DOOR BELL CHIMES)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOT)

(DOOR BELL CHIMING)

Excuse me?

Excuse me!

-Gunshot...
-All the queries go through
the doctor...

Stop talking!

Jake

Broderick.

Find him now!

Jake?

I'm here!

It's me, it's me, I'm here.

You're gonna be okay, okay?

They're gonna take
good care of you.
I'm not going anywhere.

I'm right here.

You're gonna be fine.

Miss, miss, I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to wait
in the waiting room.

No, no. I'm a cop.

-And I'm family.
-Detective, take a breath.

I'm Dr. Evanston.

-Is that your husband there?
-Ex.

But he would want me in there.

I'm sure he would,
but he's got a bullet lodged

a quarter inch from his heart.

And since I'm the guy
whose gonna get it out,

what matters now is
what I want.

Which would be what?

Go to the waiting room.

Call whoever who need to call.
Let me do my job.

It'll be four, five hours.

(DOOR OPENS)

Laura, I told you I got this.

You can run point, but me
sitting on my ass staring at
ceiling tiles

in a waiting room
won't help Jake.

Laura, I'm so sorry.

What do we got?

Caucasian male,

stocking mask, approximately
5'10", 180.

The Captain intervened, the
perp shot one single round
9 millimeter.

Crime scene already
has a casing.

He saved that girl.

Of course he did.

Chivalrous bastard.

Need a minute?

I need answers.

Security cam, CCTV?

Frankie is already in the back
pulling video footage.

Witnesses?

Only the clerk
and the customer.

Okay. I'll talk to the clerk.
You take the customer.

I'll take the clerk.

So much for me running point.

What's your name?

Faren Hillman.

Two L's, one N.

I just came in
for a bottle of water,

pack of cigarettes.

What d'you see happen?

A guy pointed a gun
at the clerk,

I freaked,

screamed,

he turned, he pointed
the gun right at me,

and before I know it,

this man calls out, "Freeze,"

and jumped in front of me,
pushed me out of the store.

He's a cop?

The best.

The guy told me to open the
register.
I didn't want any trouble,

so, you know
I started to.

But then all of a sudden this

customer decides he's a hero,
and all hell breaks loose.

That customer is a hero.

If it weren't for him, it
could be you in a surgery
or in a body bag.

So, how about you just give
me something useful?

There've been a bunch
of stores hit on the block.

Maybe it's the same guy.

Sorry to interrupt.

I can't seem to locate any
of the security cameras.

Yeah. We don't have any.

What planet do you live on?
Every store has cameras.

Never needed any.

My family's owned this place
12 years.

First time we've been robbed.

Okay. Thank you.

Markets going 12 months
without a robbery
is noteworthy.

But twelve years!

Heck of a streak.

There's been a bunch of
robberies in the neighborhood,

maybe those reports will
turn up something useful.

Okay. We'll jump into it.

Jake is gonna be just fine.

Okay? I know he will.

Okay.

Good hug.

Stop.

You should be at the hospital.

We've got your back, go.

Yup.

Okay. Cell phone charger,

slippers,

Xanax,

uh, tissues,

junk food,

and...

Yeah, extra Xanax.

Okay.
What else might she need?

-Sanitizer?
-Yes.

Hospitals are bacterial
death traps.

I would not phrase it
that way with Laura.

That's a good point.

Hey, on my way.

Okay. The clerk wasn't
kidding, over the last month
there have been

three strong-arm holdups

within a six-block radius
of that market.

Liquor store, bodega,
sneaker shop.

Who would hold up
a sneaker shop?

We're probably not talking
Keds here, Wisconsin.

Nothing under
five bills when it's
limited edition kicks.

All the previous stores were
rolled by a Caucasian male

wearing something
over his face.

Could be our perp.
So, how do we find this guy?

Oh! May have just found him.

-Or honed in on him at least.
-Talk to me.

Couple of hours ago, a stolen
iPhone from the most
recent robbery

was tracked to a warehouse
in Astoria.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

MC: Yeah, girl,
that's what's up!

Luici in the house!

Killin' it!
Skinny boo, flexing,
turfing and juking...

Looks like both of them
came to sweat, yo!

I like your hair.

May I?

Alcohol, yum.

They serve minors here?

-Get out of my face, Barbie.
-Whoa!

She prefers Detective Barbie!

-Who runs this place?
-MC Firm.

MC Firm.

MC: She showed up to show out!

Okay. If we could pause the
color commentary.

We understand
you're the proprietor of
this establishment.

That's right.
Got a final round going here.

Not anymore.

Five minute freestyle,
everybody.

We've heard about stolen
goods in here. Thoughts?

I don't know nothing about it.

Let me guess. You also know
nothing about the underage
drinking going on in here?

I'm afraid that's grounds to
arrest your ass.

Stolen goods,
thoughts, take two.

Okay, okay.

Check the alley out back.
Sometimes they throw dice
out there.

Can I get back to my gig,

pretty please?

All right, peoples!

Turnin' it up!

Damn! Are those the Z Force
kicks, platinum edition?

You know it.

Wow! They're not even
available until next week.

You're under arrest for
possession of stolen goods

and suspicion of murder.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

You picked the wrong
off-duty cop to plug.

Yo, I didn't plug nobody.

Okay. That right there,

that's just bad grammar.

It's, "I didn't

"plug anybody."

And secondly, you're a lying
son of a bitch and you might
want to change that attitude

before Detective Diamond
gets here.

-Whoever that is can blow...
-LAURA: Right
through the door.

Don't mind if I do.

How's Jake?

Breathing.

Ballistics report on your
gun, not good, Mr. Firm.

Hey, you ain't pinning
this on me.

Listen, you match
the description.

We know you robbed
that sneaker store

plus three other stores
down on the Lower East Side.

And your van was filled
wall to wall with
stolen merchandise.

All right, so I popped
a couple of stores.
That don't mean I shot a cop.

You didn't mean to, you were
just being your normal
low-life self,

knocking over
a mom and pop market.

Someone interrupted and
one thing led to another.

Why would I waste my time
hitting that crap market?

There's nothing
worth stealing.

They don't even have any cash
'cause they let you EBT
for smokes and booze.

Wait, EBT food stamp
debit cards?

-Yeah.
-Did a lot of people
know that?

The whole neighborhood
knows it.

That's why they've never been
robbed in all these years.

Which means we are probably
looking for an outsider
rather than a local.

What about the
ballistics report?

Oh, ballistics said that the
gun wasn't a match.

Then what are you throwing
it in my face for, yo?

Because I was trying
to get you to confess
to other crimes.

Thanks for that.

Tough luck, yo.

Jake should be coming out of
surgery, I need to be there.

I need a new suspect.
Hopefully Jake saw something
the witnesses missed.

And hopefully he's able to
tell us about it.

(MACHINES BEEPING)

Not to tell you
how to do your job,

but you're doing that wrong.

I mean, at least for him.

I'm sure that there are many
people who enjoy the pillow
under the neck thing,

but he has to have his
head slightly tilted.

Or else his sinuses clog and
then, you know,
it's just... Well, let's just

say it...

Just gets ugly.

Oh, and the blanket.

The blanket cannot
touch his skin.

Sheet only.

That's a huge, huge
bugaboo for him.

-And also...
-Oh, my God, enough.

Jake?

Try living with her.

Mr. Broderick,
my name is Rebecca.

Do you know where you are?

Yeah, I'm guessing
in a hospital.

Unless, that's a costume

and this is my birthday party.

(SIGHS)

It's nice to
see you smile.

I should get shot more often.

You remember?

Yeah. That's going to
stick with me for a while.

Excuse me?

I'll let the doctor know
he's lucid.

Let him rest quietly
until he's assessed.

Of course.

(WHISPERING) Okay.
Everything that happened. Go.

Did anyone ever tell you
that you're not very good
at following directions?

You'll relax.

When we find the scumbag
who did this.

Talk.

It just seemed like a

routine holdup.

Guy in a stocking mask.

-Gun.
-Yeah.

We had witnesses,
so we know all that.

Can you tell me anything

else?

(GUNSHOT)

9:00 a.m. Wednesday.

What about 9:00 a.m.
Wednesday?

That's what the shooter
said to the cashier

after I went down.

That's not something you say
in a routine holdup.

Sounds like
they knew each other.

-Possibly.
-Okay.

What about 9:00 a.m.
Wednesday?

Because that's
tomorrow morning.

Was it a meet-up?

Was it a deadline
for something?

I don't know.
I was a little busy trying not
to bleed to death.

You have to make it
all about you.

(LAUGHS)

Well, that's a clue.

Nice work, Detective.

It's still Captain.

Whatever.

Gang squad sent down a couple
of names, but none match up
physically with our shooter.

Steak house in Rosedale
got hit
after hours last night,

but the gun was a .45.

-Yes?
-No, nothing.

-Just thinking.
-(PHONE BEEPING)

About?

Doing what we do, how
easy it is to lose somebody
you really care about.

Well, we're not gonna
lose the Captain.

He just gave us a lead.

(DOOR BELL CHIMES)

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Joseph.

Me too.

He didn't come in
to work today?

I was calling him all morning.

Of all my grandchildren,
he's the responsible one.
So, where is he?

Ma'am,

we have reason to believe
the shooting yesterday
wasn't a robbery.

That your grandson
might know the perpetrator.

Knowing a criminal?

Joseph is a good boy.

A genius.

What makes him such a genius?

He can build anything.

I'm always breaking my
glasses. So, he makes this
for me himself.

No breaking.

Only reason he's not
in college is

any money we make has
to go to the bank

for the loan.

Respectfully, ma'am,

if there are money problems,
maybe Joseph got involved

with some illegal activity
trying to help.

Are there are any friends
or girlfriend that
we should be speaking to?

No girlfriend.

No anything.

Joseph lives with you?

I'd like permission to
search your apartment.

And I'm gonna need your keys.

My ass is killing me.

Maybe they missed
a second bullet.

No, it's this bed.

I need my chair cushion
from the office.

I will bring you
your chair cushion.

Open.

All the way.

There you go.

Hey?

You know what this will
be a good time for?

Better health insurance?

For you to forgive me.

Forgive you for what?

For everything.

For betraying you,
for ruining our marriage.

Only you would use
a brush with death

to emotionally manipulate me.

How am I doing?

Eat your ice.

Alicia's on the way
with the boys.

Let's at least try and get
you unparched.

Any word from the clerk?

Mmm-mmm, still working on it.

Didn't show up at work,

he's not at home.

Meredith and Billy
are searching the apartment
right now.

He's hiding,

or he's running.

Question is why.

My guess, he's

either planning something
for 9:00 a.m. tomorrow,

or he's trying to get as far
away as possible by then.

Okay, come on. One more.

Come on. Open up.

Jake, come on.

Jake.

(LOUD BEEPING)

Help! Help! I need a doctor!

Oh, my God.

I forgive you.
You bastard.

Just...

Just live.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Detective,

he's stable.

He was fine.

What happened?

When Jake went down
with the gunshot wound,

he suffered a blow
to the back of his head.

That's now caused an
intracranial hematoma.

It's basically an
internal hemorrhage.

We've put him in a
medically-induced coma

to try and slow the
swelling in his brain.

Oh, my God.

We'll hope
for a positive outcome,

but you should be prepared.

It's possible he may
have suffered some
neurological damage.

Well, you don't sugarcoat it,
do you?

Go get some sleep.

I assure you, we'll do
everything we can.

Me too.

PB and extra J,
lightly toasted.

Chamomile, two bags,

splash of honey.

-Thanks for taking care of me.
-Always.

Where are we at?

We're at 10,000 bucks.

Where from?

Our boy Joseph
had a bag of cash
tucked away in his closet.

-That's not suspicious.
-Yeah.

And leaving all that green
behind while he disappeared
to who knows where,

also not suspicious.

I tell you, he's behind
whatever it is

that got Jake shot.

Oh, agreed.

So, what're we doing
to find him?

APB is out, patrols
combing the neighborhood,

Frankie and Meredith are
knocking door to door.

Somebody had to have
seen this kid today.

The money was in this bag?

Not exactly a bank vault.

-Any women living with him?
-Grandma.

She says no girlfriend.

I'm guessing Joseph's
into all sorts of stuff

that Grandma doesn't
know about.

That store sells

booty shorts and sparkle tops.

So, either Joseph has a highly
progressive fashion sense,

or he put the money
in his girlfriend's bag.

Find the girlfriend,
maybe we find Joseph.

I've dug into all his social
media postings, no help there.

Girlfriend leaves the receipt
in the bag, just like I do.

Makes it easier to return
after you wear it once.

And the winner is...

F Hillman.

I know that last name.

And I know the first name.

Faren, she was at the market.

She wasn't just a customer,
she was there to see
Joseph Kwon.

A fact she hid from us.

(YAWNS)

You need to get some sleep
before you collapse.

All right.

I'm gonna go back
to the hospital.

I'm gonna close my eyes
in the waiting room.

Find Faren Hillman.

I didn't do anything, okay?

I just happened to be
in the store.

She's lying through
her baby teeth.

You were at that store
because Joseph Kwon
is your boyfriend.

-We hang out.
-Mmm.

You didn't tell us that
in the market, Faren.

That's obstruction of justice.

Look he's not supposed date
non-Korean girls.

So, we keep it on the DL.

And also you keep on the DL
the fact that you

are running money between him
and some very bad people.

In your stupid little
Diva In Trend bag.

I have no idea what you're
even talking about.

Would you swear to that
under oath?

Maybe I left a bag
at his place,

but I don't know
anything about money.

So you say.

Where's Joseph now?

I haven't heard from him
since last night.

So, he just picks up and runs,
so freaked out

that he leaves 10 grand
behind and never checks
in with his girlfriend?

I find that very hard
to believe.

Well, it's the truth.

Okay.

Maybe we missed something.

Sorry to waste your time.

It's okay.

It's getting late.
I'll take you home.

-You will?
-Oh, yeah.

Just got to make one stop.

Hey.

Remember him?

This man

threw himself in front
of a bullet for you.

But in addition to being the
man who saved your life,

he's also the father
of my children.

Is your dad
still alive, Faren?

Yes.

Good. Mine is too.
Lucky for us.

But my boys,

their dad

is lying comatose
in a hospital bed

because someone shot him

in the chest.

And it would...

Look at me!

It was no coincidence

that the shooter walked
into that store

with a loaded weapon.

Joseph was involved
in something, and
you know what it is.

Where is Joseph,

and who is he mixed up with?

Answer me.

Answer me!

Joseph's

this computer engineering
prodigy,

and he's gotten a 3D printer,

and he can make anything.

Like glasses for Grandma.
We know.

Glasses, headphones,
robotic stuff.

Word got around
the neighborhood,

and this guy,

this really scary man,

hired him.

Forced him, really, and Joseph
didn't have a choice.

To make what?

A gun.

We've had briefings
on 3D-printed guns.
They don't work.

This one does.

Joseph said that he cracked a
code on his synthetic plastic
gun with plastic bullets,

and he said at close range
it's as dangerous
as the real thing.

But unlike the real thing,

it can pass right through
a metal detector.

That was the idea.

What was?
What were they planning?

Joseph never knew.

He only did it because he said
his family needed the money
so bad.

$10,000.

Down payment.

Another 10,000 when it
was supposed to be delivered.

Which was supposed
to be tomorrow.

9:00 a.m.

Yeah. That's right.

But Joseph got scared

that something awful
was gonna happen and
so he tried to back out.

Which is why the shooter
showed up last night,

to threaten Joseph,
to make sure he stuck
with the deadline.

Yeah.

Where is Joseph now?

I swear to you, I don't know.

He left me a message saying
that he's in a safe place,

and that he's got to finish
what he started.

But no matter how many
times I tell I text or call
he doesn't answer.

I need your phone.

The officer took it from me
when they brought me in.

I didn't get it back.

I'll track it down.

FAREN: I'm so sorry.

But you have to believe me,
it wasn't Joseph's fault.

Yes, it was.

And if his undetectable gun is
handed off to a criminal
or terrorist,

it'll be his fault too.

Let's just hope we find
it in time.

All right, I wanna
thank everybody
for gathering so fast.

Given the nature of
the potential threat,

this has now become a
multi-agency investigation,

between the NYPD,

the FBI,

the Joint Terrorism
Task Force,

and Homeland Security.

I'm gonna turn it over
to Special Agent Lewis.

Thank you, Detective.

JTTF has anticipated the
emergence of a 3D-printed
synthetic weapon

that could bypass
magnetometers

and other traditional
security check points.

Didn't expect it to come
off the street,

but if it has,

we've compiled a list of
potential targets

where a weapon like this
would be a game changer.

Everything from commercial
airports, United Nations,

presidential fund raisers.

If I may?

You may.

Whoever's intending
to use this weapon,

has commissioned it from
a college dropout

doing the graveyard shift
at his family's minimart.

It's not exactly the auspices
of an act of terrorism.

Maybe not, but until
we rule it out,

any place that's considered
secured by a metal detector

is a wide open target.

We need to find this gun.

Our best bet for locating
this weapon is to first
find its alleged creator,

Mr. Joseph Kwon.

He left a voice mail for
a Faren Hillman

that bore some fruit
in regards to isolating him
for possible coordinates.

Roll it, please.

-(BEEP)
-JOSEPH: Hey, baby.

I'm safe, I just got to
lay low,

finish what I started.

-Don't worry,
this is almost over.
-(AIRPLANE FLYING)

-Airport.
-LEWIS: Exactly.

-(BEEP)
-What you're hearing is a 757,
it's about 1,000 feet up.

That places our suspect within
a half mile of a runaway.

And that message
was left within two hours

of when Joseph was
last seen in his neighborhood.

That puts him at either
Newark, JFK or LaGuardia.

We've stationed agents at
each of those in case Kwon
tries to flee.

Oh, he's not fleeing.

He said so himself. He's gonna
finish what he started.

And he's supposed do that
drop in less than four hours.

Probably holed up somewhere
so he can plug in his printer,
work in private.

Uh, airport motel makes sense,

but it's a needle in a
haystack considering all
major airports are in play.

JOSEPH: Hey, baby.

I'm safe, I just got to
lay low,

finish what I started.

JFK.

What, now you have some kind
of psychic airplane detector?

Ice cream truck detector.

There's an ice cream truck?

Not just any ice cream truck,

Senor Softie.

Unfortunate name,
worse ice cream.

JOSEPH: Hey, baby. I'm safe.

-I just got to...
-Barely even hear that.

But that La Cucaracha is
emblazoned in my brain

so I can turn around
and run the other way

before my boys start
screaming for soft serve.

Okay, the music is the same
level the entire message,

that truck was parked.

I should go in case the
doctor's looking for me.

There are three or four
of the same truck all
roaming Brooklyn,

and lower Queens,
so that rules out LaGuardia
and Newark.

-Right.
-Okay.

So, all we have to do is
find out where each was
at the time of the call,

cross-checked with the
proximity to JFK,

and I bet we locate Joseph.

All right. Thanks.

Yup.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Okay.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

All right. So, Senor Softie
truck number three
was parked right here,

when our boy Joseph
called in to Faren.

MEREDITH: That's right in
the flight path.

And hello!

Motel adjacent.

-(SIREN BLARING)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)

-NYPD! Freeze!
-Hands on your head.

-Don't shoot.
-Turn around.

Clear.

-Is this your low-rent
gun factory?
-It's not like that.

It sure looks like it is.
Talk!

I made a prototype
just to try 'cause no one
had pulled it off.

Nerd badge of honor?

-When it worked
I told some people.
-Hey!

We don't need to hear
about your life story.
Where's the gun?

I already made the drop.

What happened to 9:00 a.m.?

I thought they'd hurt me
or worse if I waited too long.

So, I went earlier.

Where? To who?

I've never known
who these people are
or what their deal is.

The man who shot the
cop is all I know, and I've
never even seen his face.

Where'd you drop
the gun, Joseph?

First Street and Fourth Avenue
in Brooklyn, it's a car wash.

Who'd you give the weapon to?

They told me to put in the
trunk and get the car washed.

When it came out the
other side, the gun was gone.

V is for Visigoth.

Major biker gang.

-Not upstanding citizens.
-Copy.

Oh, hey, let me help
you with that.

I've been there.

Aw, boy or girl?

Uh... Girl. Sleeping.

What?

A blanket over a stroller
means keep it down.

My bad.

You want rainbow wax?

I want the boss.

Sorry, sweetie. We don't
bother the boss unless
the sky is falling.

(ALARM RINGING)

Sky just fell.

So...

Who's in charge here?

Oh, hey!

Is it you, big guy?

None of your business.

Tell me something,

I thought bikers hate
regular-people cars,

so why is it that
a gaggle of Visigoths

would be washing and drying

hybrid Sedans all day long?

Back off, lady.

I have an idea why.

I think this place is a
money laundry for
something much dirtier

than my Volvo.

You wanna weigh
in on that, pal?

Or have you run out
of your big boy words?

-I'm talking to you.
-Time to call for backup?

-All good.
-Okay.

Oh, look at you.

You look so tough.

Mr. Prius cleaner.

-Real tough!
-It's time.

You what... You're just gonna
stand there, wuss?

Thank you.

All right. I'm guessing that
makes you in charge.
Up against the wall.

LAURA: Oh, really?

(GRUNTING)

Put your hands
behind your back!

Concealed weapon.

Which is a felony, unless,
of course, you have a permit.

I'm not getting
the permit vibe.

9 millimeter.

Same caliber pulled
out of the Captain.

Did you shoot a cop
in a Korean market yesterday?

Did you shoot my husband?

Laura.

Down.

Go down to the courthouse.

Get my lawyer.

So, ballistics confirm
the gun's a match.

That's the guy.

Bastard.

Shoots Jake point blank
and acts like he doesn't
have a care in the world.

Did you see his rap sheet?

Kyle Dunley,

manslaughter, arson, assault.

He's a lifer who just
happens to be on the outside.

He doesn't care about anyone
or anything.

Special place in hell.

Excuse me. I'm looking for my
client Kyle Dunley.

He's in the box.

A uni will let you in.

Kyle must be a pretty
important client for you
to drop everything

and just come down.

What is it?
Casual day at the courthouse?

(SCOFFING) I'm just coming
from my office.

I've haven't been
in court all week.

The target's the courthouse.

Based on what evidence?

When we picked this guy up,
the very first thing he did

was turn to another biker and
say, "Go to the courthouse.

"Get my lawyer."

-And therefore...
-We assumed

it was one instruction.

Go to the courthouse
to get my lawyer.

But Kyle's lawyer
hasn't been in court all week.

Yeah. Why would a person go
get someone when they
could just call or text them?

Exactly.
It was two instructions.

Get the lawyer.

And go to the courthouse.

For another reason.

Namely to sneak in
a plastic gun
and kill someone.

LEWIS: Hell of a lead.

Maybe not.

-LEWIS: And you are?
-Max Carnegie. I work here.

I have a desk and everything.

-He does.
-One Butch O'Banion,

an Angels of Darkness
motorcycle gang member,

is currently on trial for
the murder of
a Visigoth deputy.

The Angels of Darkness and
the Visigoths are arch rivals.

Maybe this is the Visigoth's
attempt to take O'Banion out.

And you know what time most
criminal trials start
each morning?

-9:00 a.m.
-We better get
the hell down there.

Six twenty-five is O'Banion.

It's empty.

Excuse me,

they moved the O'Banion trial?

It was on recess this morning.

The judge had a conference
or something.

It's in session after lunch.

Was the recess
a last-minute thing?

No, it was on the books.

Lawyers knew about it
last week.

So, that means
our would-be shooter
probably knew about it.

(SIGHING) So, where is he?

I'll check security.

Come on, people.
You know the drill.

Stop, put your bag
in the microwave thing.

There you go.

Let the guard wand you.

Move on.

This is not rocket science.

BILLY: Any luck down there?

Not yet.

Good news is security records

the surveillance feed
at the main lobby

which, unless you're a judge
or a cockroach,

is the only way inside.

If our shooter
entered the courthouse
this morning,

I'm gonna see it.

Roger that. Standing by.

But the building
opened at 7:30 a.m.

I'm not even halfway
through the tape,

and they only have one
playback monitor.

You should probably
start a sweep.

Sweeping now.

I just swept.

Is that supposed to
mean something?

It's him.

BILLY: All right,
stand behind me.
Don't let him make you out.

Hey, Bubba.

No, I'm still
at the courthouse.

I think I'm getting out
of here soon.

What time are you
getting home?

I can't wait to see you.

Smooches, baby.

Police! Freeze! On the ground!

Spread your hands and legs.

Me again.

Nothing.

LAURA: That doesn't
make sense.

You're sure
it was the same guy
from the car wash?

Big boy, all tatted up.

Lots of teeth.

Frankie's positive.
They took him in
and he was clean.

No weapon on him,
let alone a plastic one.

Maybe he's just the side man.

Huh?

He could just have been here
to make the hand-off

or create a distraction

or somehow run interference
for the shooter.

Okay, so who's the shooter?

Oh, my God.

Her.

Excuse me. Hey!

The woman with the stroller.

This is our suspect.

We need to find out
who she is and where she went.

Really? That's Pamela Baker.

And you know that because...

She's here every day.

Sad story,
her 19-year-old daughter
was kidnapped

and murdered.

This has nothing to do

with O'Banion.
We had the wrong defendant.

That trial's up on six also?

Sentencing. Scum bag
pled out for reduced time.

Never seen her
with a baby before.

There is no baby.

Then why's she pushing
the stroller?

The mobile.

It's plastic shapes.
Son of a bitch.

-What?
-It's the gun in pieces.

I think it's three down
from here.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

NYPD! Nobody move!

What the hell is this?

Mrs. Baker, is that a toy?

It's not a toy, Your Honor.
It just looks like one.

Put it down!
There's no escape.

I don't wanna escape.

Stay back!

Pamela.

Remember me?

"Been there."

Believe it or not,
I've been here too.

Not as bad.

I can't even begin to imagine
your suffering.

But earlier today,
I was face to face
with the man

who shot the father
of my children in the chest.

And I wanted so desperately
to shoot him.

But I didn't.

Because it wouldn't make
anything better.

Oh, yes it will.

It will make the world better.

My beautiful girl is dead

and this monster is alive.

He needs to die too.
He needs to.

I know you believe that
in your heart,

but I am here to tell you,

mother to mother,

the cost is too high.

There is no cost.

Nobody will miss him.

And if I die too,

that is a price
I am happy to pay.

The cost has already
been enormous.

The boy who made the gun
that is in your hand,

he's going to jail.

And the biker
who you bought the gun from,

he was the one
who shot my husband

who is now fighting
for his life in the hospital.

I'm so sorry.

I know that you didn't intend
any of this.

Enough people have suffered.

Your daughter
would not want this, Pamela.

So, I'm gonna count to three,

and then you're gonna
give me the gun.

One.

Two.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Three.

-Hands behind your back!
-(GRUNTING)

(SOBBING)

Listen, uh, I've been meaning
to apologize to you.

For what?

Ah, for the way I handled
the whole Jake thing.

I'm sorry I gave you
such a hard time
about leaving the guy.

Thanks, Dad.

It's sort of a weird time
for that.

Well...

(SIGHING)

All this got me to thinking...

I suppose I was worried
about you getting stuck

raising kids on your own,

but when I see
how strong you are...

(SIGHING)

I... I realize I never
should have doubted you.

Ah, you'll be fine
no matter what. I mean...

You got this single mom
thing down,

you'll get the widow thing
down too...

Jake isn't dead yet.

-I'm just saying...
-(SIGHING)

We brought him out
of the sleep state.

He's conscious.

-Ah, terrific.
-Is he... Is he okay?

Time will tell.

We're monitoring him closely.

He's asking for you.

Okay, um...

Alicia's across the street
in the park with the boys.
I should probably...

-I'll call. Get in there.
-Okay.

I warmed it up for you.

Oh, you're a good woman.

Oh... (CHUCKLING)

A good woman
who caught your shooter.

Who was he? What did he want?

A woman hired him

to get a 3D-printed
plastic gun

that she could sneak
into court.

He bought the gun

from an engineering prodigy

who moonlighted
at a Korean grocery

where a certain Captain
decided that he wanted
to play hero.

You know me.

I do.

I do?

I thought I'd never hear you
say that again.

What? No witty retort?

No.

Laura,

I want you back.

-Jake...
-One last chance,

I swear on the lives
of our children

I won't let you down.

I love you, and I think
even though you don't want to,

you still love me.

What, are we really doing
this emotional manipulation
thing now, again?

No.

We're doing the truth.

Do you...

Or do you not...

Still love me?

Laura?

Maybe a little.

-LEO: Is it safe?
-Yeah.

Boy, you look like crap.

Uh, good to see you, Leo.

You too, tough guy.

Uh, can I pee in your toilet?

(LAUGHING)

I'm gonna see
if the boys are here.

TONY: Hey, lady.

Hey.

I hope I'm not intruding.
It's just that you've been
on my mind

every minute,
and the boys, uh...

I brought you some protein.

Oh.

Thank you.

Tony.

Laura.

We should probably talk.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up with the chocolates?

They said no flowers
in the ICU.

So, you brought our comatose
Captain chocolates?

It's comfort food
for all of us.

Excuse me,
we work for Captain Broderick.

Not to infringe on
doctor-patient privilege,

but if we could just
inquire as to his well...

Is he okay?

Yes. Actually, he's alert,
seems to be doing quite well.

-Oh, my gosh. Thank you.
-(ALL SIGHING WITH RELIEF)

Awesome.

Deal with it.

These look really,
really good.

-Did you guys see that?
-Yeah, we did.

Sort of impossible not to.

Okay, question.

Mmm-hmm.

Do you think
Meredith is into me?

Do we think?

Detective. (LAUGHING)

Doi!

Damn.

What you've been through,
you don't have to
explain anything.

Of course, I do.

You are amazing.

You're the best thing
that's happened to me

in God knows how long.

I don't want this to end.

I just might need

a little time.

So, take it.

I'm not going anywhere.

-See, you're amazing.
-(LAUGHING)

Well, you didn't hear me
argue with that, did ya?

Yo, Raggedy.

Patient wants
his chair cushion,

I thought
you brought it to him.

-I just gave it to him.
-Yeah, I thought so.

Well,
he also called me Doctor.

I guess
it's the drugs talking.

Go do what you need to do.

We'll figure this out later.

Yeah, later. Later is good.

Hey.

You know,
whatever happens between us,

I love you, Laura Diamond.

ALICIA: Last warning, boys.

Touch that IV drip again,
and don't even think about

stopping at Senor Softie.

Mom!

-Mommy!
-JAKE: Ah.

Look who's finally here,
the mama.

Mama's been here.

Don't you remember
I brought you your cushion?

-You did?
-Yeah.

You're sitting on it.

(LAUGHING) That I am.

Do you not remember

any of the conversation we had
five minutes ago?

'Cause you had a lot to say.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Hmm. That's weird.

I'm sure
it'll come back to me.

Doctor said this might happen.

It could be a few weeks

before you know
what's going on in his head.

Good to know.

-Partner,
can I ask you a question?
-Yeah.

So, after all of this,

I just would like to know
where do you stand
on the whole

precinct romance thing?

Not the right time to ask?

You have no idea.

Right.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SIGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)