All language subtitles for High.Potential.S01E07.WEB

Whew... Hey!

- Go, go!
- Come on, guys. Don't do that.

Freaking kids.

Hello?

There are three borders
in Africa.

Not if you station
all your troops in Egypt.

What do you think?

-Totally.
-Can I have a yes day
if I win tonight?

Give me a minute
with your brother?

Wait, no. You guys could be
arguing about it for hours.

All right. Yeah, we'll do
a yes day if you win.

-You're my witness.
-Uh, Elliot. If you
are trying to employ

the Russian's strategy during
the patriotic war of 1812--

-I am.
-Well, then you're making
a big mistake.

Napoleon led 630,000 strong
into Russia,

not realizing he'd been drawn
into the perfect trap
by Alexander the Blessed.

Elliot, you child.

You're conflating a real war
with a game of plastic men
and cardboard.

-How so?
-Here it comes.

Well, once you take away
insufficient access to resources

and the strategic efforts
of the French military

and you distill it all down
to which continent on the board

would be the best place
to gather all of your troops,

you'll only come up with
one conclusion,

-Australia.
-Australia.

- I win.
- Ah!

Nicely done, young lady.

Yeah, that was way off.
- How did we let this happen?

I mean...

Listen, I was in
a Northern Europe kinda mood,
and you're ten.

-So, as I roll my way
to world domination...
-Oh, my...

Mom, you're off work tomorrow,
right? Because I have
big plans for our yes day.

- All right.
- Mm-hmm.

I know you
probably think my itinerary
for today is too much.

Well, it's pretty.

"Visit Mom's work, Venice Beach,
The Pier, The Grove,

Saks Fifth Avenue, Rodeo Drive."

Okay. It's a yes day, right?
Not a week.

"We only have today.
Let us begin."

-Someone famous
said that, right?
-Yeah. Yeah. Mother Teresa.

-Yeah.
-Okay. Let's do it.

So, if you calm down, I can
understand you much better.

-If I can just--
-Just a minute.

Yes, you'll have to calm down.

Buddy, I don't even know
if we can afford to use
the bathrooms at Saks.

Mom, trust.

Twice a year,
Saks offers free makeovers to
the first 25 people who sign up,

but it's incredibly hard
to get on the list.

And we're on this list?

Oh, we're on the list.

Were any rules broken
to get on this list? Because I
do work for the police now.

Elliot did some computer stuff
and made it happen.

I promised to save up and
get him a calculator in return.

Hmm.

- I have a package
for Major Crimes.

I'm so sorry. He gets excited--

Oh, my God. He's so cute.

Cancel all our plans.
I have to pet that guy.

- Okay. Well, hang on.
- Hey. Yes day.

I kind of assumed
that the phone number

written with
cheesy fingers was yours.

Well, maybe if you had
called it, you would know.

-I did call.
-Did you?

Oh, yeah. A woman named Edna
picked up the phone.

Nice lady.

76-year-old bowling buff
with plenty of stories to tell.

Oh. Well, lucky Edna.
Sounds like
you're a good listener.

I'm decent.

Yeah. Maybe next time
I'll try writing with
something other than food.

Oh, no. It totally worked out.

Edna invited me to her
bowling league tomorrow night,
the Gutter Gals.

- No.
- Yes.

Now, I could see
if I could bring a plus-one.

Are you asking me out
on a date with a bunch of
old ladies who like to bowl?

-I think I am.
-I'm 100% in.

- Mom, we have to get a dog.
- No.

Cute kid.

Yeah. Caught her stealing again,
so time to press formal charges.

Smart. Never too early
to scare 'em straight.

Mmm.

- See ya.
- See ya.

Yeah. Right outside
my apartment.
He just came at me.

-You got a look at the guy?
-Yeah.

This is called the bullpen.

That's Daphne.
She's my favorite.

My daughter.

Hi.

I feel like this tour
should include some snacks.

Yeah. Let's see what you got.

I'll have...

Anything but the yogurt.

Those are Lieutenant Soto's,
and I don't wanna mess with
her probiotics.

It wasn't
my stash, man.

-Whoa.
-Okay. Save it
for the judge. Let's go.

Morgan,
I thought you were off today.

I am off today.
I'm just showing my kid around.

Oh. And this is Ava.

Yeah. You remembered.

Yeah. How could I forget?

What a fun surprise.

It's a yes day.
So, anything Ava says she wants
to do, I have to say yes to it.

Okay. I see. Well,
in that case, all laws
still apply, young lady.

-Where's your desk?
-I don't have a desk.

Uh, we're gonna go drop
this perp off downstairs
and then question a witness,

but enjoy your day off.

Good to see you again, Ava.

So, everyone has a desk
but you?

I don't need a desk.
I kinda pop around
and help everybody out.

Right.
'Cause you're just so smart,
everyone needs your help.

-I mean...
-Okay. I'm going
to the restroom.

Okay. It's right down
the hall and then...

You are a teenager
and you already know everything.

I understand.
Yeah, I didn't know.

Yeah.
Well, for now on,

you have to tell me...

-Thank you.
-Yeah, you bet.

-Blue eyes. That's helpful.
-Actually, they were brown.

Everybody, stay put!

What?

Don't do that.

Don't do that!

Forget everything
you've been trained to do,

otherwise that box
right over there

goes boom.

And that's just the one
you can see.

There are others
in this building that are there

to keep
your brothers and sisters
in blue at bay. Understood?

Get over there
with the rest of them.

You too. Get up.

Not you. Stay. Sit down.

Stay there.
I've got a job for you.

No!

No more of that
from anybody. Got it?

Weapons, phones...

now.

Now!

Pull your weapon.

Weapon. Hurry up.

Hey, phone!

You too.

The people in this room stay.

Everyone else in the building
has two minutes to leave.
Make the call.

This is
Detective Daphne Forrester.

We have a report of bombs
in the building.

Requesting immediate evacuation.

Move.
Over there. Now.

I know you're all scared
and wondering why we're here,
so I'll tell you.

An innocent man is about
to spend his life in prison
for a murder he did not commit.

We're here to do for him
what we know he would do for us.

Which gives you a second chance
to find the real killer.

Nobody walks out of here alive
unless you do.

So, who's your best detective?

I am.

- Get an officer
on every exit!

Open the Charlie side!

Quickly!

Go to the east side!

No one's answering.

It's only been 27 minutes.
Keep calling
until we get through.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

Two people entered the precinct
and announced they had bombs.

We evacuated the building,
but they have hostages.

These are my detectives,
Karadec and Oz.

SWAT Captain Cliff Halloway.

My team has already
cleared the area
and secured the perimeter.

-What about the hostages?
-We think at least a dozen

based on our tally
of who went in
but hasn't come out.

A few members of the public,

but mostly our own people
in the Major Crimes bullpen.

We have all the exits covered,
and we're staging
at various points of advantage.

Any idea
who we're dealing with here?

They signed into the building
using their own names,

and we got their files
from Army CID.

Staff Sergeant Brooke Kirkman,
32, from Bakersfield.
No known priors.

Same for Sergeant Jeremy Davis
from Colorado.

Both served together
in the US Army until Davis
transferred last year

-to the National Guard.
-So they're trained.

So is my team. We'll be
prepared to handle them
if it comes to that.

How did they get explosives
past security?

We're still trying
to figure that out.

We haven't been able to talk
to anybody on the inside.

But we did tap into
our security system
and found this.

Huh.

What happened
to the cameras in the bullpen?

They blew them up.

I'll get eyes on them
as soon as my guys
are in position of the roof.

Good. But remember,
our primary goal is
the safety of those hostages.

Of course.

Let's try to keep the media
out of this as long as possible.

It's Melon.

This is Lieutenant Soto
with the LAPD.
Who am I speaking with?

"Staff Sergeant Logan Hanson
is an innocent man.

Charged with a crime
he did not commit.

The LAPD got it wrong.

Today, they have one chance...
to make it right

or everyone in here will die."

Is everyone there all right?

Stop.

-Done.
-Go.

Lead the way.

Did she make it out? Ava?

Yeah. She had to.
The whole building
was evacuated, right?

What are they thinking?

That if they can prove
Logan Hanson is innocent,

maybe he goes free
and they only do a little time.

-Who worked the case?
-Detective Lavely.
Get him here now.

-Yeah.
-Has Lavely ever got
one wrong before?

Not in the 20 years
I've known him.

-Detective Lavely.
-Lieutenant Soto.

-This about
the Frank Webber murder?
-I need to know everything.

I arrested Logan Hanson myself.

Last I checked he was locked up
in Men's Central.

DA thinks he'll get 25 to life.
It's an open-and-shut case.

-Not according to
those who knew him.
-You checking my work now?

If it keeps the people inside
from getting caught
in a cross fire, yes.

Because right now
our only chance of resolving
this situation peacefully

-is to prove
Logan Hanson was innocent.
-And if he isn't?

Then this situation
will get a lot more dangerous
than it already is.

Frances Webber, 62.

He was a retired master sergeant
who returned as a contractor

to teach at Joint Forces
Training Base, Los Alamitos.

The guy was a legend.

Trained generations
of soldiers in the army.

-Did you find it?
-We found it.

Webber was found dead last week
when a runner spotted his RV

in a park in Palos Verdes
with the door kicked in.

I remember this case.
Shot with his own gun, right?

One to the chest.

You recovered the weapon?

In a trash can.
Less than a mile from the scene.

Killer tried to wipe it clean,

but we were still able
to lift solid partials
from the barrel.

-Both a match to Logan.
-And acetone?

Which Logan was using
in a home reno project.

Report says the trajectory
of the bullet's consistent

with a shooter about six foot,
maybe 6'1"?

- Logan's height.
- Mm-hmm.

Witnesses placed Logan and Frank
at a bar together in Long Beach

-the night before murder.
-Bartender reported
they seemed tense.

-What is it?
-It's a transcript
of the interrogation.

Read it.

Uh...

He waived Miranda.

Blah-blah-blah. Blah-blah-blah.

"Question:
Where were you Tuesday night?"

I was with my girlfriend Brooke.

You two were home alone?

No calls,
no visitors. Right?

- Alibi?
-Brooke confirmed the alibi, but--

Girlfriends never lie.

Our investigation
found that Logan was up for
a prestigious overseas post.

Logan claimed he turned it down.

I've given my life
to the service,

but I wanted a life of my own.

A life with Brooke.

"And what did Frank Webber
think of that decision?"

Or Frank told Logan he was
being passed over for the post,

which sent Logan into a rage,
and he killed Frank.

So, Logan has motive,
no reliable alibi,
and his prints are on the gun.

Like I said, case closed.

But Logan claimed he and Frank
went to the shooting range
the day before.

And claimed Frank
let him his use his gun
to explain away the prints.

Delusional hostage takers
are the most dangerous.

But the pair inside
are convinced Logan is innocent,

it's unlikely
they'll listen to reason.

Neutralizing the targets
may be the only way
to protect those hostages.

Look...

Uh...
I wish I could say there was something they missed.

Better do more than wish.
- It's all here.

I don't see...

Lavely and his team did
a very thorough job.

I've given my life
to the service.

All the evidence
still points to Logan.

Wrong answer.

Try again.

I wanted a life of my own.
A life with Brooke.

- I think--
- Think fast--

-Excuse me.
-Who are you?

-You a cop?
-No. I'm a consultant.

Listen. Lieutenant Melon,
he's right.

All the evidence
does point to Logan,
but something's missing.

Keep talking.

Look. Okay,
do you see the blood?

Look at the blood.
Look where it stops.

That's a perfect corner.
Something was there
when Frank was killed.

And then gone before
the police arrived.

That's right.
A piece of paper or something.

Whatever it was, the killer
wanted to take it with them,

and we gotta figure out why.

I gotta make a phone call.

- This is Soto.
- Hey, Lieutenant.

-Morgan.
-Yeah, I am just
in here helping out.

Hey, can I talk
to Karadec, please?

Yeah, Morgan, I'm here.
Are you all right?

Yep, I'm okay. What about you?
Are you enjoying your yes day?

Ava's not with her.

Get all officers looking for her
outside the building.

Oh, we're gonna look
for a reason to celebrate.

Hey. Stop messing around.

- Listen, I need...
I need an assist.
- How can I help?

Uh, is Frank's RV
still in impound?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

-What kind of paper?
-We're not sure yet.

But wh-whatever it is,
it could help us find
Frank's killer.

-Like, something he printed?
-Uh, yeah. I...
Maybe. I don't know.

I think I have a desktop.
Hold on.

Looks like the last thing
Frank opened on his computer
was a form.

DD Form 458.

It's a charge form.

Brings a soldier
in front of a military tribunal.

-Frank was gonna
write up a soldier.
-No way.

Which could've
resulted in his discharge.

It couldn't have been Logan.
He was a model soldier
in every way.

Okay, so if staying in the army
wasn't Logan's motive,

then maybe it was
somebody else's.

- Who's there?
- What's going on?

Show me your hands now
or I start shooting!

Come here.

Give me that.

- Oh, my God!
- Oh!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whoa! You got something to say?

Huh?

Seems to me
you've got bigger worries

than a mother hugging
her daughter, considering
the situation we are in.

So, yeah, I had something
to say, and I said it.

All right. It's okay.

I got him.

Both of you, come sit down now.

Lauren,
we are sorry to have to
drag you into all of this

about your father, Frank,
but we really need your help.

Can you think of anyone
your dad had an issue with?

Maybe someone he was planning
on writing up for misconduct.

If there was,
he wouldn't have told me.

He believed his role was
to support and protect
his soldiers.

That meant guarding
their privacy like it was
a national secret.

He took his responsibilities
seriously.

He was more than just
a superior officer. He was
like a father to those guys.

That must have been hard,
having to share him.

I didn't mind. He always
made sure we got time together.

No matter what he had going on,
he came over for dinner
every Monday.

6:00 to 8:00. Like clockwork.

The Monday before he died,
did anything seem off to you?

I wish that I could tell you.

But last Monday was
actually the first dinner
he canceled in years.

Did he tell you why?

He just said that he had
something he needed to do,

that he loved me
and he'd make it up to me.

I've got no eyes outside,
no clue what's going on.

Mom, I tried to do
what you said. I really tried.

I tried to get out. I'm sorry.
I couldn't leave you.

Baby, listen to me. It's okay.

I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

-Okay.
-It's okay.

Shh.

Answer it.

This is Detective Karadec.
Can I speak with Morgan, please

What do you got?

Hello, Brooke. Frank missed
a dinner with his daughter
the Monday before he died.

Do we have any idea
where he went?

No, his car doesn't have
a navigation system,

but his cell phone should be
inside that evidence box.

You.

-I'll be right back. Okay?
-Mm-hmm.

I got it.

His password is
my birthday, 9484.

- You hear that?
- Yep.

Got it. Monday evening
looks like, at 5:47 p.m.,

he looked up an address
near 4th and Spring.

-That's Pershing Square.
-Back when I was in vice,

we'd catch drugs,
prostitution there every night.

My... My father would never.

He didn't even drink.

At my wedding, he had
sparkling apple juice
instead of champagne.

Wait. Frank input
a second address
40 minutes later.

1487 North Eastman Avenue.

It's a private detox center
in Boyle Heights.

So, Frank picked someone up
downtown and got them help?

I told you.

My father treated
his team like family.
He would do anything for them.

'Kay, he only made
one phone call that night.

It was to a Lauren Webber.
And the call didn't go through.

I...

I turn my phone off
when I sleep.
He must've tried to call me.

We're gonna find out
what happened that night.
I promise you.

I'm gonna call the facility now,
find out who Frank dropped off.

Good. Oz, look into
the personnel files
of anyone Frank was training.

See if one pings
on a prior drug charge.

Yeah. On it.

Star Community Detox.

Yeah, this is Detective Karadec
with the LAPD.

You guys had a patient
dropped off there Monday
about 7:00 p.m.

I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed
to provide any information.

I understand, but this patient
might've killed a man.

I still can't
provide you a name.
I have a responsibility--

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

But you could be protecting
a murderer

and putting the lives
of my entire team at risk.

I hope everyone is okay.

Hello?

- We'll get a warrant.
- We don't have time.

I'm on the phone with the DA.

Come here.

-Something's not right.
-Yeah, you need to relax.

You're not listening to me.

Hey.

I can take him.
Can you two take her?

Fast enough to stop her
from triggering that bomb?

I'm fast, but not that fast.

All she has to do
is press that button.

I don't think she will.

I got a bad feeling, okay?

Relax. The police
do not want people to die.
They will get the warrant.

When, hmm? Tomorrow? All while
they're making moves out there?

Hey. Stick to the plan.

Logan goes free,
and nobody gets hurt, right?

I don't trust cops.
And neither should you.

They're planning something.

I know it.

Nobody move!

Come on!

Jeremy!

SWAT's almost in position.

Shots fired.

-Are you sure about that?
-Confirmed.

I just got reports
of a shot fired.

From inside the bullpen?

-That's what I'm hearing.
-We have eyes in there yet?

Almost.

My team is on standby,
Lieutenant.
Just give the word.

We have to give Morgan
more time. Just hold off
a little bit longer.

Until when?
We hear another gunshot?

Would you rather hear a bomb?

If we spook them, things can
go south real fast, Selena.

- Lieutenant?
- Hey!

Those are our people in there.
They know what they're doing.
Do you?

- All right! Enough!
- Our guys on the roof
lowered a camera.

Hey, who's that on the ground?
Hey, he's not moving.

People inside are like
my family too. But we
can only wait for so long.

-Your team goes on my call.
-No, wait!
Lieutenant, right there.

He's moving.
Yeah, right there. See?

The gun went off
because of you, okay?
Everybody saw it.

I know how you cops spin things,
try to pin it on me.

You should've listened to us.

You okay?

Keep breathing with me.

The bullet
must've hit an artery.

I need your shirt.

All right.

You think this is gonna keep me
from my bowling date with Edna?

It might.

It's too bad. I was
really looking forward to it.

Well, then we better both
get out of here in one piece.

That should slow the bleeding.

All right. We just
need to elevate my leg

and then check my distal pulses
every three minutes.

Tom's at night school
for nursing.

I need a box.

No, what are you doing?

As long as they cooperate,
no one gets killed.
That's what we said.

One, two...

All right.

Let's lay you down.

- Please.
- Consider it done.

Selena, let's have unis
canvass any bodegas
within walking distance

-of that rehab facility.
-What for?

Because if Frank dropped
our killer off there,

then the killer probably
doesn't have a car, right?

Patients can come and go,
but every addict I've ever known

goes for the same thing
every morning.

-Coffee and cigarettes.
-Cigarettes and coffee.

And you're going to these stores
to ask them what exactly?

To ask 'em if they saw a male
on Tuesday morning.

Six feet tall, military haircut,
maybe looking like he's jonesing
a little bit.

Picking up a cup of joe
and a pack of smokes.

-Sounds like a long shot.
-You got a better one?

Hurry.

We gotta get him
to a hospital now.

Nobody's going anywhere.

If this man
doesn't get medical attention
in the next 15 minutes,

he could go into shock and die.

How do you know that?

When I became pregnant
with my daughter,
I was terrified.

The only thing I wanted
in the entire world
was to keep her safe.

I took about
a thousand first aid classes,
and I am telling you now,

this man needs
medical attention.

Did it help?
Taking all those classes?

The second she was born,
everything I learned
went out the window.

It's Ava who taught me
how to be a parent.

Just like your baby will.

What are you talking about?

Logan didn't wanna be
stationed overseas because
you two are starting a family.

Prenatal vitamins
can cause dryness of the skin.

And the spot where
fertility hormones are injected

can become swollen
and even painful.

Logan was renovating that room
to be a nursery, wasn't he?

Look at me.
I know you didn't mean
for anybody to get hurt.

It's okay. You're just trying
to help the person

who's gonna be the father
of your kid someday.

Please.

You're having a kid?

I'm not pregnant,
but Logan and I were trying.

Why didn't he tell me?

I don't know why
he didn't tell you,
but why does that matter?

'Cause everyone's lying to me!

No one is lying to you.

Update me on that.

Okay.

Tell me you found something.

Tuesday, 8:36 a.m.
Clerk remembers a blonde grunt
about six feet tall

-buying a pack of smokes
and a coffee.
-You got a name?

No, but security footage
from an ATM by the register
got a look at him.

Now, it's not great, but--

But it's something.
Text me the photo.
Good work, Detective.

Pull up facial recognition.
See if we can ID this guy.

Yeah.

What?

Wait.
Is that a field jacket?

You think
he's a friend of theirs?

Worth a try.

Oh, my God.

You gonna get that?

-They might've solved
the whole thing.
-Shut up.

This is Lieutenant Soto.

We'll be sending you
a photo of someone with no ID.

We wanna know
if you recognize him.

9484.

That's it? That's what
we've been waiting for?

A blurry photo
of some random nobody?

We're doing everything that we--

Hey, if he dies,
you're gonna go away
for first-degree homicide.

I told you to shut up!

-Hey, soldier, focus.
-Do you see what's going on?

They're never gonna
tell the truth about
what's happened in here.

-We're on our own.
-You need to remember

what we're doing here,
who we are here for.

The man who saved your life is
behind enemy lines right now.

And he needs you
to keep your cool.

I witnessed everything.
I got you.

Got me?
You're in it just as deep.

They're playing us, Brooke,
until they turn the tables
and shut this down.

I won't stop.

I will not stop investigating
until I find the real killer.
I promise you.

But we have got to get Tom
to a hospital.

No. No. No.

Jeremy, he doesn't look good.

I have seen worse.

We said no one gets hurt.

What are you,
best friends with her now?

Brooke, he can't get out of here
by himself though.

He needs somebody to take him.

You.

You, walk him out.

With all due respect,
Lieutenant, we have to
follow protocol.

Shots fired changes the game.

They had plenty of time
to listen to reason.

Hold on. Something's happening.

Okay.

What am I supposed to do?
I don't...

Listen to me, okay?

When...
When that elevator's open,
and you go out the door,

I want you to open it slowly,
and you're just gonna keep
your hands up in the air.

No, I can't do... I can't do it.

- Yes, you can.
- I'm not
gonna leave you.

No... Oh, my love.

I would never...

I would never ask you
to do something that
I didn't know you could do.

You are so strong, and that man
needs your help. Okay?

But what if... what if
something happens to you?

Guess what?
I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going anywhere.
Not for a really long time.

Certainly not today. Okay?

Okay. Almost there.

Okay.
You got it. It's okay.
We're almost there.

Just a couple more steps.
There we go.

Okay.

Okay. Hey.

That's my girl.

You care more
about these people than Logan.

Don't say that. It's not true.

That girl
was our insurance policy.

There's no way the cops
would risk her getting hurt,
and you let her go.

She was just a kid. I had to.

Look, they're cooperating
with us, and we're
cooperating with them.

You only think that
because you listen to her.

She's blowing the case
wide open.

She's not even a cop.
We're not doing these people
any more favors.

I took an oath
to a fellow soldier
to protect him.

I'm putting my life
on the line for him,
and you are turning soft on us.

Jeremy, right now,
all we need to do--

Do what, huh? Do what?

Sit here like idiots
while they make
more phone calls?

What... What are
they actually giving us?

Nothing. They're feeding us
worthless intel to buy time.

Why can't you see that?

-There was no phone call.
-Enough!

-If you say--
-Let her talk!

What do you mean
there was no phone call?

I saw Frank's phone.
There wasn't a phone call
that came in on the Monday night

he canceled on his daughter.

No incoming call to tell him
to go downtown from the killer.

No text saying that
whoever it was was in trouble.

-Okay, so?
-So, how would Frank
know where to go?

-What are you trying to find?
-Something I saw. Right here.

Two weeks ago, Frank
bought a luggage locator tag.

-What's that?
-It's exactly
what it sounds like.

-If you lose your luggage--
-Stop talking.

Except there was nothing
in the phone to indicate that
Frank had any travel plans.

-So, what was Frank
trying to find?
-Not what, who.

Frank wanted to know
if the soldier he cared about
was doing drugs.

When he saw that the tag
had gone to a place that was
known for selling drugs,

Frank drove there
to pick him up.

He wasn't tracking a package.

He was tracking a person.

Frank must've slipped the tag
onto that guy the last time
they saw each other.

Exactly.

And you really think
that's gonna help us?

If the person
who killed Frank didn't know
he was being tracked,

he might still have
the tag on him.

Most tags have an app that keep
a history of where they've been.

And according to this,
the tag was in Frank's RV

on the date and time
of the murder.

The killer knew he'd be
dishonorably discharged

if Frank wrote him up
and exposed his drug use.

Yep. And that's why
the killer took DD Form 458,

the one that Frank
had filled out right after
he shot him with his own gun.

So, who the hell is this guy?

I don't know, but I can tell you
where he is right now.

-You can?
-You ready for an address,
Lieutenant?

- Yep.
- 8700 Solano Avenue.

According to city records,
the tag's at the residence
of Ben Spoelstra.

Looks like we got our guy.

Was he in military?

Let's see.
Army Reserve, private,
currently on temporary duty

at Joint Forces Training Base,
Los Alamitos.

-Where Frank taught.
-Hey, guys? He's on the move.

Freeze!

LAPD! Do not move!
On the ground right now!

Do it now! Do it slow!
- Hands in the air.

Wanna interlace those fingers
behind your head, sir?

Thank you very much.

What do we got?

Hey, man. I've never
seen this before.
This ain't mine.

I'm sure it's not yours.

What's that?

This? This means
you're under arrest
for the murder of Frank Webber.

Get him out of here.

We got him.

So, they'll let him go?

Yeah. He didn't do it. So, yeah.

Jeremy, did you hear that?
We did it. We saved him.

Thank you.
Thank you for believing us.

Yeah. Of course.

Why don't you put those down,
and we'll figure out
the rest together, okay?

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I got it, okay? Okay?

You.

Are you gonna say nice things
about me too, huh?
I don't think so.

And you.
You said I'm going away for
first-degree homicide, right?

Wrong. Wrong!

This isn't over
until I get what I want, okay?

Okay.

She's breathing.

You, come here.
Call your lieutenant.

You tell her I want a deal now,
or I press this button.

No, he won't.

The hell I won't.

Morgan, what are you doing?

He presses that button,
the only thing
that could happen is

maybe a garage door
goes up somewhere.

Although, I doubt he's in range.

This bomb will level this place.
They'll find you all in pieces.

It might. If it was real.

You're bluffing.

I'm not. I'm just remembering.

Remembering what?

Mainly how ever since
the 1991 Montreal Convention,

all manufacturers
of plastic explosives in the US

are required to include
a detection taggant.

It's a substance
that humans can't smell,

but it acts as an irritant
to the noses of dogs,

both trained and untrained.

Whatever is in that box,
it sure didn't seem to bother
the dog I saw this morning.

It's homemade. Brooke built it.

Oh, yeah? Did you see
her build it, or did she
just tell you she did?

That's what I thought.

Because there's no way a woman
who's trying to get pregnant

is gonna risk handling
the toxic chemicals that it
requires to make a bomb.

You guys didn't
show up here together, did you?

I remember seeing you here
when I arrived.

You wanted to get here
a little early 'cause
you didn't want people

to know that
you knew each other, right?

Hey, has anybody seen a person
just waltz into the precinct

and make it all the way up
to the fourth floor
to deliver a package?

No? Nobody? Yeah, me neither.
Here's what I think happened.

I think she arrived here
with a bag or a backpack.

Skipped right up to this floor,
went straight into
the ladies' room.

Whatever she had in that bag,
she put all together
in this box.

Must've been heavy.
It does have some heft to it.

It does kinda feel
like it could be a bomb.

She's right.

There's no bomb.

I lied to you. I'm sorry.

No, no! No!

He's got
a weapon on his back.

Got him.

Yes, and because
we're still gathering details,

I'll make an official statement
later today.

Mom!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Are you hurt?

-Are you hurt? Are you...
-No. No. I'm okay.

Ava texted me from inside,
but then I didn't hear back,
so I...

Where are the kids?

-They're with the neighbor.
-I'm okay.

-Are you sure you're all right?
-Yes.

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm. I'm just glad
you're okay. Got everyone
out safely, didn't you?

Good thing you're so smart.

Here.

Rain check?

Mm-hmm.

- I'll be right back, okay?
- Okay.

Thank you. Great. Okay.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Thanks for the help.

Thank you for the help.

I'm sorry.
I really didn't mean for--

I know you didn't.

I'm glad justice
was served today and that
an innocent man is free.

But you put my child in danger.

I hope that one day
you're fortunate enough

to experience
what that feels like firsthand.

But until then, you just
better thank your lucky stars
I'm not on your jury.

Hmm.

Think you can get your hands
on any more of that pudding?

Morgan. Hey.

Turns out this hospital
is on my way to work.

Is it?

Just wanted
to make sure you're...

-Alive?
-Yeah. Alive, yeah.

Yeah,
just a little gunshot wound.

- It happens.
- Mm-hmm.

-Occupational hazard.
-Sure.

How's your daughter doing?

She's good. Yeah.

It wasn't exactly
the day we had planned,
but Ava's good. Thank you.

We like good.

Mm-hmm.

Good. You're here.
An arson case just came in.

Multiple coordinate attacks
with some very
sophisticated methods.

Soto wants you
on it right away.

-Just gonna dive
right back in, huh?
-Right back in.

Okay.

Okay.

- Surprise!
- We wanted to surprise you.

The cop car
that followed me here,
that was you guys?

Well, everyone wanted to be here
when you landed

- to say thank you,
and so did we.

- Come on, Morgan.
Don't be shy. Let's...

-Yes.
-Receive your thanks.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

-Great work.
-Thank you so much.

-Thank you so much.
-Thank you.

-How's your head?
-It's not great.

Yeah, it doesn't look great.

This is
what my daughter should see.
Where was all this yesterday?

Ah, very funny.

I think someone
found something for you
down in Robbery and Homicide.

For me?

Yeah. We had an extra one, so...

So...

I don't know.

You got a desk.

It wasn't my idea, but, uh...

uh, are we good here?

Is this your way
of saying "nice job"?

Well, how about if I quit
calling you "the cleaning lady"?

- I think that
would be a good idea.
- Yeah.

How about I keep calling you
all the stuff I call you
behind your back?

- All right,
all right, everybody.

Back to work.

I have a feeling
you're absolutely never going
to sit there, am I right?

I mean, probably not.

What are we working on?

Karadec. Yeah. Hold on.