All language subtitles for The Mysteries of Laura - 02x09 - The Mystery of the Triple Threat

No, Seth, don't...

I'm here for you man.

It's too late.

I already got it.

Bro it's too dangerous to do by yourself.

We are supposed to be a team.

Relax.

It's perfectly safe up here.

Oh, my god!

Holy crap.

Come on down to our showroom...

Use your key, Alicia.

Coming.

Mom, my shoes
aren't in the laundry basket.

Mom, Nicholas won't help me.

My day just went from crappy,

to uncrappy.

Nicholas took my shoes.

Too amazing!

Let's do that again.

Actually, uh, we need to talk.

Talk as in talk?

Uh, I'm kind of in the
middle of a coffee crisis.

Mom, I can't find Kanye.

And apparently also a hamster crisis.

I thought weekends were
supposed to be relaxing.

- This won't take long.
- I have a dentist appointment.

And Alicia is on her way over right now.

I just need 60 seconds.

- That should be doable.
- Mom, we have to trap them.

Mom, we need keys!

Calm down. I'm here.

Alicia.

Oh, yay!

Um, this is crossing the line a little.

I think Tony is trying to
dump me. Do not leave my side.

Oh, hello there handsome.

Hello, gorgeous.

Are you going to the movies
with the boys and me?

'Cause I don't think you're
going to the dentist.

I actually just need to
talk to Laura for a minute.

Oh. Uh-huh.

He's under my bed. I need cheese.

Mom, where are my vans?

How many times have I told
you, I'm not the shoe police.

I know, I know, 60 seconds. Stand by.

Standing.

Jake, what's up?

Dead body? Yay!

I mean on my way.

Uh-huh. Okay.

__

I need an address. Mmm-hmm.

__

Okay, got it. I just have to
cancel a dentist appointment.

- What movie?
- That's what I'm talking about.

Stick with me.

Oh, there you are. Body's
at the far end with Reynaldo.

Look at us walking down
the aisle. Takes me back.

I had an iron print on my dress.

I wasn't looking at the iron print.

Strategic bouquet placement.

You always knew how to make things work out.

Can't say the same thing for this guy.

Doesn't look like a suicide.
Jumpers usually go face first.

Yep. And this guy's got contusions
around the face consistent with a fight.

Probably pushed from the choir loft.

Died on impact. No wallet, no ID, no phone.

Could be a robbery or someone
trying to make it look like one.

I don't see any security cameras.

Because they do not have any.

St. Brigid's keeping private things private.

Priest says congregants can
come and go as they please.

Doors are open 24 hours.

Well he's not a congregant. The priest
said he'd never seen him before.

Let's see what he can tell us.

Married. Could afford a snazzy ring.

Chewed his finger nails.

Blood's almost dry around his head.

So what? Dead maybe an hour?

No more than that given
the degree of clotting.

Well if he was pushed maybe we can
get some touch DNA off his clothes.

We will certainly try.

These two, find them?

Yeah. While climbing on the choir
loft bannister, I might add.

Why would anyone in
their right mind do that?

For the treasure.

Treasure? What are you, pirates?

We're contestants in the
New Gotham Treasure Hunt.

- Never heard of it.
- That's kind of the point.

It's all anonymous.

How does that even work?

Secure site on the dark web.
We register with code names.

When the game starts we get
the first clue texted to us.

- What's the end game?
- Finding and deciphering all the clues.

When you have all 10, you can
figure out the location of the

finish line and find the prize.

Flash drive with $100,000 in bitcoin.

Wow! Who put up that kind of nerd money?

Oh, right. Anonymous.

I don't suppose you two could tell me
where you were the last few hours?

We were looking for clues. Here.
The photos with time stamps on them.

Keep an eye on these two.

You think the victim could
be another treasure hunter?

Makes sense.

The body was found just below
where they had to climb up.

Maybe the victim was in the lead,

second place comes along,
shoves him off the ledge

to get in first place.

Then stole his phone to see
if first place had any clues

that the killer hadn't gotten yet.

Plausible. Which means the
perp is still in the race.

And still in first.

Why not join these two on the hot
track, catch up with number one?

Why don't I?

Oh, no.

You cheater. You cheater.

Winner.

Head back to the precinct.

See if Meredith can decode the website.

If you win, we're splitting the nerd money.

Synced by emmasan
www.addic7ed.com

This treasure hunt
is legit but secretive as hell.

I've only got limited access to the server.

Let me try this.

Hello! What do you open.

Booyah.

Booyah what?

These are the first few photos
clues texted this morning.

Yeah. And we already had those photos.

Can we trace the numbers
receiving the texts?

Negative.

Or the number doing the texting?

The texting phone isn't
even a phone. It's a pinger.

Don't make up words.

The pinger is a phone number
associated only with a computer IP.

There's no actual phone to trace.

What about the prize
money, can we trace that?

Nope. Bitcoin on flash drive.
Sitting at the finish line somewhere.

Uh, booyah was premature.

I have some bad news.

Oh, great. We already have tons of that.

Then I have good news.

We got touch DNA samples from
the victim's shirt and bruises.

And it doesn't match anyone in the system?

Now that was the bad news.

Accessing more photos.

Oh, hey. Okay.

There's a stained glass
moon. Who sent that in?

Okay, let's see.

Only one player. GX4 sent one
hour before the body was found.

Putting him in the church
right near the time of death.

Can you figure out who GX4 is?

That's gonna take long time.

And as soon as the winner claims the bitcoin

this whole entire site's just
gonna vanish into thin air.

And so will the killer.

We've got to beat him to the finish line.

Jake's working that angle, right?

He's hours behind the
perp, but I'll check in.

Meanwhile start brain storming.

We've got to solve this puzzle, now.

Okay. So we've got the eagle for the U.S.,

we've the Chinese dragon,

if this is a French crown then
something to do with the UN?

Could be. But many of these
seem important mythologically.

Eagle, the dragon, the Crescent moon.

Mythological Brooklyn bridge?

Ah, I assume there's a case beneath
this arts and crafts project?

We're trying to beat a
murderer at his own game.

And figure out where our murderer is headed.

You're never gonna find him that way.
There's a hundred different interpretations

that you could come up with.

It could be a transportation thing.

Look, you got the...

Light house, the bridge...

And the bird could mean flight.

Or the elements. We've got fire, water...

Does Jake have anything?

What? What do you see?

Why is she humming Sesame Street?

Situations like this, I've
learned best not to ask.

Hours and hours of children's programing...

Has helped me see that this episode
is brought to us by the letters...

S.

I.

L.

V.

E.

R.

C.

P.

Son of a gun.

I'd like to buy a "U", pat.

Suspects on the roof. We
need units at all exits, now.

Final clue's on top of a movie soundstage?

Big Hollywood finish.

NYPD!

Hey! Police, don't move.

You're too late.

I win.

Actually you lose.

Freeze! Hands in the air!

Elliott Lansky, breaking and entering.

Trespassing. Oh, another trespass.

Now it looks like you're adding murder.

Murder? I didn't kill anybody.

Why'd you run from us
when we said we were cops?

I didn't believe you. In
this race, people will do

anything to slow down the competition.

Last year, I pulled the fire alarm to
get a competitor out of a building.

That's a crime, FYI.

Sounds like you'll do anything to win.

Which brings us to the body in the church.

No idea what you're talking about.

Really?

Maybe this will jog your memory.

That's the victim's blood on your shoe.

Hey, look. I saw a body.

But I swear he was already
dead when I got there.

Let me get this straight.

Your story is that you saw a dead body
and you continued on with your game?

It's a competition. I
trained all year for this.

I wasn't gonna settle
for second place again.

And that sounds exactly like motive.

That guy was in first place.

He dies and you wind up with this?

I won that flash drive fair and square.

That's a $100,000 by the way and it is mine.

No. It's not. Now it's part
of a murder investigation.

Wait.

I can prove I didn't do it.

This guy filmed the entire event?

With a GoPro?

I hate it when narcissism pays off.

Well he didn't even go near the body.

He must have. He had John
Doe's blood all over his shoes.

Fast forward.

He comes back to steal a dead guy's camera?

- Oh.
- Okay.

Well. That is grand larceny genius.

And a new low for humanity.

Wait. Did Elliott have that camera
on him when he was arrested?

Yeah. It's in booking. You
want me to go grab it?

Yes. Please. It's the victim's camera.

Should have a photographic
trail of his last hours.

Be right back.

Smart.

So...

How's the thing we don't talk about.

Still not talking about it.

Okay.

I can relate. I don't tell the
twins that Tony sleeps over.

That way I don't have to explain why
I'm choosing him over their father.

So you are choosing him over Jake?

I don't know.

Lately Jake has been annoyingly...

Irresistible.

I kind of like not choosing.

Well, what's not to like?

I don't think Tony is willing
to put up with that anymore.

Victim's camera.

Okay. Bluetooth capabilities.

So he could text in those photos.

- Let's see.
- Hmm...

Just a bunch of shots of
black and white fabrics.

So not a treasure hunter.

But maybe we can use these photos
to narrow in on his identity.

Call fabric suppliers, wholesalers?

Sure, and while you do that I'll
just to pull up his name and address.

RFID chip.

Look at you.

Oh, get a room.

- Anti-theft device.
- The victim low jacked his camera?

- Mmm-hmm.
- Oh, genius.

Chip activation requires
complete registration.

Name and address.

Peter Drake. 3A, this must be it.

I'll never get used to this.

- Can I help you?
- NYPD.

Is this Peter Drake's apartment?

Yes. I'm his wife.

- Is something wrong?
- Babe, who is it?

I'm sorry. And you are...

Oh, this is Chris, my husband.

My other husband.

The state didn't
recognize it, of course.

But this was a marriage...

- We both lost a husband.
- I'm so sorry.

I just need to understand.

So this was a three-way marriage?

The Post mentioned us in
an article last month.

They called what we have a "throuple".

So just to clarify the three of you...

Live together. Sleep together.

Wow. Sorry.

It's okay, it's a new
concept for most people.

We just have to ask, can you
tell me where the two of you

were between 11:00 and noon?

Yeah. We were at brunch together.

A new restaurant in Hoboken.

Peter couldn't join us, he left
the apartment before we did.

He said he had an appointment.
I don't know what it was.

Peter was found in a church
on the lower eastside.

We think he may have been involved
in a competitive scavenger hunt.

It doesn't sound like Peter.

The only time we ever saw
him go to church was for work.

- What he do?
- He was an event planner.

Weddings, galas, bar mitzvahs. All amazing.

This portfolio here...

He may have thrown it out.

His business recently imploded.

He'd been so demoralized.

- Is this from it?
- Yeah.

That was the Van Owen account.

- When he lost that, he lost everything.
- Can you elaborate?

Peter had been doing
small parties for years.

Then he met the socialite Sylvia Van Owen,
and landed her annual holiday party.

He pitched her this lavish black
and white Venetian masquerade.

That explains the photos of the black
and white fabric on the camera.

Huge budget. Would have launched him
into a whole new Echelon of clients.

He hired an assistant,
turned down other work.

Put all of his energy and
money into that one event.

We will need the assistant's name.

Ingrid Bower.

His designs are beautiful. What went wrong?

A month ago someone stole the
account. Peter was devastated.

I've seen a lot in this job,
but that was my first throuple.

Maybe they're on to something.
Some people say we aren't meant

to be with just one person our whole lives.

Some people named Jake?

You're the one juggling two guys.

Ah, seemed to work for Maya. Chris, too.

I don't think either one of them had
anything to do with Peter's death.

I agree.

Whoa, whoa. Did you put sugar in my tea?

Sorry. That one's mine.

Since when do you add sugar?

Did you take your pill today?

I take it every day.

Maybe it was about his work.
Somebody sabotaged Peter's business.

So Peter found out, confronted him
and was pushed off the balcony.

It's a solid motive. Event
planning is big business.

A Van Owen party easily
could go into six figures.

Wow. That's six figures
more than our wedding reception.

And Niss Van Owen probably
isn't serving Cheetos.

Fair point. If I could go back,

I would probably take everything
ending in "eetos" off the menu.

- What would you change?
- Not one thing.

Ooh, we're having a moment. And now
we are having an awkward moment.

And I'm just gonna keep talking

because I found an address for
Ingrid the assistant. Yippie!

If there's anyone who knows who
sabotaged Peter's business...

- It would be her, let's go.
- Okay, bye!

I'm just gonna stay here and wash some mugs.

Excuse me. We are looking for Ingrid Bower.

I am Ingrid, can I help you?

You just did.

Morning, Ingrid. I brought you a coffee.

I don't want coffee, I just
want to get out of here.

Great!

So, tell me where you
were yesterday morning.

With my client, Sylvia Van
Owen, prepping for her party.

- I was there all morning her staff can tell you.
- Your client?

So you sabotaged your own boss' business.

You stole it right out from under him.

You're half right. Someone
was sabotaging his business.

But it wasn't me. It was Peter himself.

How exactly does that work?

Mrs. Van Owen makes the
tea party look liberal.

Once she found out Peter was in a
three-way marriage... That was it.

So you went behind his back
and offered to take over.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Well you certainly didn't do anything right.

You stole his clients...

And you stole every single one of his ideas.

Peter wouldn't have cared.
He never reused an idea.

Because every party was uniquely
crafted around a person.

He had this genius technique.

Which was?

Asking clients questions
in an unguarded moment.

Their off-the-cuff responses
would reveal their truth

and he'd conceive that
party around that truth.

It sounds more like psychobabble
than party planning.

You ever been married?

It's none of your business, but yes.

You kiss her on your first date?

Really? That's none of your business.

What was the first thing
you noticed about her?

Her eyes.

My boobs, liar.

That's a start. Now
let's get more specific.

What about her eyes?

They glowed.

They twinkled.

That's what Peter would do.

Then he'd create an entire event
based on glowing, twinkling night stars.

Color scheme might be the
same as her eyes, her hair.

Well he sounds like a talented guy.

Any idea why he was at St. Brigid's
Church yesterday morning?

Not really, he'd been going
through a lot, lately.

Maybe just to reflect.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to harm Peter?

That Post article wasn't
doing him any favors.

What do you mean?

After it came out someone
kept calling, harassing him.

After one event someone even spray
painted the words "deviant pig" on his car.

And this event, where he
was tagged, where was it?

We did a fundraiser for the
Metropolitan Artists Ensemble.

Kabuki Uncle Vanya, seriously?

- Get to the point.
- Getting.

They do have excellent security cameras.

Thus, this footage of a shadowy figure

leaving the parking lot the
night of the fundraiser.

Please note the spray can.

Ninety-nine point something
percent of all taggers are male.

Great! So, now we can assume
it's a male shadowy figure.

We have any idea who that might be?

- I'm not magical.
- I might be.

I've already been running the footage.

Let's see if we got any hits.

Chris and Maya's alibi checked out.

Restaurant confirmed they were
miles away when Peter died.

I was sure the love triangle
would be the motive.

There's gonna be crazy
jealousy in a throuple.

I don't know. Maybe it's possible to
love two people at the same time.

I don't think I could have that
many people touching my stuff.

- Mmm, I could.
- Don't even think about it.

Bingo!

I just ran footage through our
badass facial recognition software

which cross-checks
contour and bone structure

with all available data in social media.

And I was wrong. He is a she.

Oh!

Allison Beck.

Spray painter, throuple hater...

- And a possible killer.
- Oh!

According to her Facebook page

she's a first chair violinist in a
production at the Kings Theater.

All right, I have got Reynaldo going
back through the PCR amplification

of the touched DNA. Could
give us race and gender.

- So, what do you got?
- New suspect.

Who may have had an issue with Peter's
less-than-conventional relationship.

All right, well, it's intriguing,

but it is not enough to get a warrant for
her DNA to run against the touch sample.

Well, as long as you don't need this napkin.

I don't need a warrant.

We think this woman saw an article
about a throuple and freaked out?

Who does that?

Well, we've both seen hate crimes over less.

Now trumpet only.

Excuse me, we're in the
middle of a closed rehearsal.

And we're in the middle
of an open investigation.

Oh, sorry, uh...

Patricia. Really?

We have to keep our voices down.

The acoustics in the hall are
unbelievable and your voices travel.

We're looking for Allison Beck.

Over there, first chair violin, but
she really can't be interrupted.

Do you know if she was here yesterday?

We started rehearsal at noon. I'm
not sure what time she arrived, uh,

we can check the entry log at security.

If you lead, I will follow.

Excuse me! We're working here.

Keep your pants on maestro,
it will only take a second.

Allison Beck.

Detective Laura Diamond, NYPD. I'd
like to talk to you about Peter Drake.

This isn't a good time.

Oh, sure it is,

I don't see you violining. Come on!

I heard about Peter's death. It's terrible.

I'm not sure I can tell
you anything helpful.

Other than you thought he was a deviant pig.

I didn't react well to some of his choices.

And it's your place to judge?

A commitment-phobe suddenly
committing to two people?

Uh, yeah!

Your problem wasn't that
he was with two people...

It was that he wasn't with you.

We were engaged.

But he dumped me because he
said he needed to be alone.

And then you read the article in
the Post and realized he lied.

He just couldn't be with you.

It's complicated.

I think I can simplify.

You were upset, you spray painted
his car and then you killed him.

No, no, no. After I acted
like a child with his car,

Peter showed up at my door and we talked.

He apologized and so did I and we...

We were good.

Care to be specific about how good you were?

We slept together. That night
and then a few times again.

He'd been having doubts
about his own arrangement.

But we finally moved on.

We loved each other.

But we weren't in love anymore.

Here.

Cry me a DNA sample.

Works every time.

When was the last time you spoke to Peter?

Yesterday.

He had locked his bag in his apartment

and it had everything in it that he needed.

He called to see if I still had
a copy of the key, but I didn't.

Why would you have a key to his apartment?

Wouldn't he have just called Maya or Chris?

Not that apartment. He hung onto his old
rent-stabilized place on Bleecker Street.

Sometimes he'd go there
to work or to meet me.

I will need that address as well.

First chair violin.

Mind joining us?

I'm sorry, but we simply
must begin rehearsal now.

Everyone.

I'll take the napkin.

No, I'm good.

Well, not every time.

Laura's operation DNA
turned out to be a bust.

Oh, you mean operation I told you so?

Turns out we didn't need the DNA.

The suspect alibied out.

She was already at Kings
Theater at the time of death.

We did get the address of Peter's
old apartment in the village...

Apparently, he was using it as a love shack.

Billy and I are headed to my pl...

Pilates class.

So we can check it out for you.

Okay.

Will you stop stressing
out? Everybody knows.

It doesn't matter.

If we're on the DL, they
have deniability when one PP

starts asking questions.

I don't want either of
us to get transferred.

Yeah, well, I love you too.

Relax. Okay.

In a casual
no-commitment-on-the-DL kinda way.

There you go.

- Thanks, man.
- Yeah.

Either Peter needed a housekeeper
or this place has been tossed.

No forced entry.

NYPD. Get off of her!

Meredith?

Meredith?

Officer down! Suspect is
wearing all black, on foot,

going east on Bleecker.

Come on, baby. Easy, all right?

There you go. Easy.

Just lean back.

What happened?

Son of a bitch jumped you.

He was going through your
pockets when I found you.

He took off out the window.

- That's a 15-foot drop.
- It's okay.

We got prints, perspiration. We'll get him.

He picked the wrong day to
rob a dead guy's apartment.

I think he was here to rob me.

Why do you say that?

This is the pocket where I
put the bitcoin flash drive...

Right in front of Elliot Lansky.

Yeah, but you didn't have a flash
drive, you signed it into Evidence.

I know that, but Elliot doesn't.

You would do anything to get that
flash drive back, wouldn't you?

Even attacking a cop.

You think I attacked a cop?

Of course not. You were locked up in
holding, but I think your partner did.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You saw Detective Bose put
the flash drive in her pocket

and then you called your partner
and told him where the money was.

I called my lawyer. I don't have a partner.

I train alone, I enter competitions
alone and I win them alone.

You told my colleague that you trained
all year for this treasure hunt,

pushing yourself to climb
faster, jump farther.

Yeah. Sure.

A guy who attacked Detective Bose
jumped from 15 feet to the pavement.

And then disappeared.

I don't know who that guy is,
but he's not a treasure hunter.

And you're so certain because?

No way you pull off a
15-foot drop on the pavement

without a rolled ankle, broken foot.

The Amsterdam hunt is in two weeks,

with a pot twice as big as this one.

A jump like that now is not worth it.

Or worth it when there's a cop
pointing a gun at your back?

It wasn't me or anyone I know.

See what we got here.

Suck it up. Gotta take care
of that big brain of yours.

Unfortunate news. Elliot's one phone call
was to Hal Leven, criminal defense attorney.

Lawyers can be accomplices too.

Not this one. He was in court all day.

So he wasn't Elliot's partner in crime.

Which means my head-bashing had
nothing to do with the flash drive.

But still could have plenty to
do with Peter Drake's murder.

To wit, I am also the
bearer of excellent news.

The fingerprints on the window in
Peter's apartment aren't in the system...

That is not excellent.

But the DNA from the
sweat mark on the window

matches the DNA we found on Peter's body.

Which means the guy who took a
swing at me is Peter's killer.

What kind of killer breaks into the victim's
apartment a day after the body's found.

The kind who's desperate to
get whatever the victim had.

The question is, what?

- I'm going back.
- I'm coming with you.

You're not. You're staying right
here. I'm sending reinforcements.

I don't need rein...

A little mom trick.

Is that your hat, hmm?

Didn't you have a life scare a while ago?

- Oh, it was just a scare.
- Hey!

Hey!

Hey, is now a good time for that
60 second I owe you or you owe me?

I... I'm just now heading out
with, uh, with Billy and Jake.

What are you, a throuple? You don't need
three detectives to check one apartment.

Actually, um, Meredith
might have a concussion

and she really should
not be left unsupervised.

I think I can handle 60 seconds.

Yeah, good.

Don't do this.

Why are you so paranoid?

Nothing good can be
accomplished in 60 seconds.

But the bad? Bad goes down fast.

I got a job offer.

Executive chef.

That's amazing!

It's in Vegas.

Oh.

Tony...

Executive chef.

It's your dream job.

I totally understand.

No, I don't think you do.

It is a hell of a job, but you're my dream.

What are you saying?

Tell me we have a future,
a real future, and I'll stay.

You kept this relationship on simmer
for a long time now, and that's fine.

I know what I signed up for, but I
can't keep putting my life on hold.

I don't expect you to.

I wanna be with you Laura

far more than I want a sexy gig and a
sun tan, but if you can't commit to us,

I'm gonna go.

And I got three seconds
to spare. Look at that.

Oh, I need more than three seconds
to wrap my head around this.

Of course.

I told the wild men that I'd be over
at your place to make pizza tonight.

So I'll see you there.

And I'll need an answer.

I don't know, maybe the perp
got what he was looking for.

Well, if he did, it was in his pocket

'cause he wasn't carrying anything
when he went diving out that window.

Well, time of death of
this lead. Right about now.

I'm with you. Anything
resembling lunch in there?

No, I'm not looking for
food. Doing a little WWLD.

What would Laura do?

A little game I used to play
back when I was her partner.

Oh, I will crush this.

Laura used to store her
sweaters in the vegetable bin.

She used to store candy in the crock pot...

I already checked the hamper.

Used to store passports in a
waffle maker. I don't see one.

And her summer shoes in the oven.

Oven? Really?

Really!

I'll be damned.

And I will be Diamond.

Allison said that Peter wanted back in
the apartment so he could get his bag.

Maybe the killer wanted it just as bad.

So, what's inside that's worth killing for?

Mmm, 'kay.

Driver's license, a couple
of hundred bucks, ATM card...

Worth hiding in the oven
not worth committing murder.

Uh, we've also got Peter's portfolio.

And that's all.

No smoking gun there.

All of Peter's personalized party ideas.

Maya and Chris thought he destroyed this.

Not all of it. He did tear a page out.

Yeah, the Van Owen page.

That's the one Laura found in the trash.

I don't see why a killer
would risk breaking into

Peter's apartment over a portfolio.

Maybe Ingrid the assistant.

She wanted to use the
material to chase new clients.

But she alibied out.

So, who?

Peter's last client.

Van Owen was the last
client, Ingrid said so.

Ingrid was mistaken. The Van
Owen page was ripped out here,

but what do we have here?

One more design concept.

And then it's all
blank pages after that.

I think Peter Drake met a mystery
client at the church to plan a wedding.

Okay, so bridezilla or
groomzilla met up with Peter,

they fight about something and then

Peter gets pushed off a balcony?

What if Peter was lured to the church not
to plan a wedding but to kill him there?

In which case the killer might
have broken into the apartment

to take the portfolio so as
not to be linked to Peter.

But there's no name, no identifying info.

Peter could capture the essence of a person

through his rapid fire
out-of-the-blue questioning.

That was his event planning super power.

Look at this.

The gothic arches are the same
ones that are in St. Bridget's.

Red and gold velvet. We just
saw like ten tons of it.

At Kings Theater.

Okay what's with the hieroglyphics?

Egypt...

There was pyramid on the AIDA
posters at the concert hall.

And the emeralds?

Color scheme might be the same as her eyes.

We were good.

Son of a bitch!

Allison.

Allison? Can we have a minute?

Uh, I'm actually late.

We just need to ask you a few more
questions about yesterday morning.

I told you I was a rehearsal.

We know you signed in and out. We're
interested in what happened between then.

- Did you leave?
- No, I told you.

I told you everything.

Well, you didn't mention that
you were planning a wedding.

We weren't. Peter and I were over.

I don't think Peter agreed.

He did this whole design for you. He was
planning a wedding for the two of you.

That doesn't make sense. Peter knew I
had moved on and he was fine with that.

- Are you with me?
- Uh, yep.

Moved on to another man?

You seeing someone new?

As a matter of fact, yes. I'm
practically engaged to someone else.

For god's sake.

And who would that be?

It's actually not for public consumption.

But if you must know... Niles Volant.

The conductor?

I'm sorry I can't help you but I have
no idea what happened to Peter.

We believe you. You didn't kill Peter.
We know who did. Thank you.

Requesting back up at Kings Theater.

- Buttonhook?
- Omaha, Omaha. Hike.

Sorry to interrupt. Me again.

Wow! The acoustics in
here really are perfect.

Can I help you, detective?

That explains how you overheard Allison
telling me about Peter's missing bag.

You panicked.

Thinking there might be
something incriminating inside?

Your name, cell number...

I'm sorry I don't know what
you're talking about... a bag?

It was in the oven, by the way,

and what we found was incriminating.
Peter's portfolio page.

Everything about it pointed to Allison.

I'm...

I'm sure Allison hasn't done anything wrong.

Well, we see that. Now.

It pointed to Allison because
you described everything

about her and yourself to Peter.

This is beyond insulting.

You were so jealous of Peter Drake.

I wasn't jealous of anyone.

I've never even met Peter Drake.

So, no chance your DNA is gonna match
the DNA we found on Peter's shirt.

That's what I thought.

What, you just... Lost it?

When you found out about the affair.

It wasn't an affair! It was a
mistake. He manipulated her.

It's over, maestro. Finito.

Coming right at you.

NYPD don't move!

Watch it!

He's heading up. Block the staircases.

Split up and wait for my go.

Buddy, where do
you think you're going?

There's no beanstalk up there.

You're thinking of jumping?
I wouldn't do that.

Not after that drop from Peter's window.
You rolled your ankle, am I right?

You're just making
it worse on yourself.

She told you not to jump.

People should really listen to me more.

- Okay.
- Come on, bring it.

Hey!

Ah!

And the curtain comes down on another case.

Take a bow, Diamond.

Thank you.

What are you drinking? I'm buying.

Oh! My twinkling eyes and I...

Will gladly take a beer.

Oh! And potato skins.

Of course.

Follow me.

The lady says follow her, I mean...

Okay.

- Take it back.
- Excuse me?

Meredith...

Detective why did you fail to
apprehend the fleeing killer

when he was apparently
well within your grasp.

Because I'm in love with my partner?

Policing 101?

You render assistance to a fallen officer.

You were unconscious.
I was following protocol.

I would've done the exact same
thing even if we weren't...

But we are!

And if Santiani or anyone else has
any doubt about our police work,

one of us is out of here.

I'm willing to take that risk.

I'm not.

I can't imagine not working
with you every day.

Just take it back, please.

I take it back.

Thank you.

Hello?

Uh, no. He's not available
right now. Can I take a message?

Yes. His wife.

Thank you.

Potato skins are coming.

What?

Dr. misset called to
follow up on your CAT scan.

- You answered my phone?
- It was the third call.

I was worried.

You said that you passed
that test with flying colors.

Your neurologist disagrees.

- Laura...
- You knew all along.

That it was not just a minor

heart condition, that it was your brain too.

You lied.

Again!

All this time that you have been
asking for a second chance,

the only thing holding
me back has been trust.

I don't trust you, Jake!

I don't think I ever will!

Hey!

- So?
- I'm in.

Hell yeah!

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