Instinct (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Big Splash - full transcript

Abnormal Behavioral Analysis.

My name is
Professor Dylan Reinhart.

Detective Elizabeth Needham,

You're not just some boring
old professor. You're CIA?

- Retired.
- You can't access sealed documents?

- That's why they're sealed.
- That's why I have friends.

Don't tell me.
You need intel and the NYPD

is slowing you down.

- Just in case.
- If I were to call,

- What would I call you?
- Julian.

Lizzie, Dylan, meet Jules,



our new computer associate.

- Nice to meet you both.
- This is Ryan,

I'm helping him with
the Sleeping Beauty case.

Friends and neighbors
of the Sleeping Beauty vic.

Let's start narrowing it down.

Or we could open it up.

Any child would be lucky to have
you and Andy as their dads.

Yes, I can verify that
Samantha Amrimitsu works here.

It seems Sam is leaving
because she is pregnant,

and placing her baby
for adoption.

You know when you said that

babies don't just
magically appear...

Are we ready for some magic?

You are perfection.



How about now?

S'up, girls?

Alex, looking good.
Happy birthday.

That dude is so creepy.

Didn't stop you from dating him.

Well, it appears he's
working for you tonight.

Not for long.

Sounds like a job for stepmom.

- Hi, honey.
- Stepmom,

You need to send that dude home.

Alex, what'd I tell you about
talking to Ella that way?

It's okay.

Honey, what did he do?

He's a perv with
a criminal record.

I'll go talk to him.

No, I'll handle it.

And you, enjoy your party.

Yup. Thanks.

All I want is to make
a big splash.

Something the school will be
talking about all year.

Hey, Molly.

Ella, you okay?

Yeah.

Who knew a sweet 16
could be so stressful?

I haven't felt this anxious

since we made our first
chocolate soufflé together.

Have you seen a cater-waiter
who looks like a perv?

I saw a pervy one go that way.

Thanks, Molly.

No, no, no, that's totally fine.

Happy birthday, sweets.

Love you.

Love you, too, Mom.

Are you sure you don't
want to stay?

Yeah.

Have fun.

Hey, are you the one
who knows Alex?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you need to go.

You heard me. Go.

For real? Whatever, bitch.

Ella, it's almost time.
I need your help.

Coming.

I fired that guy.

All right, all right,
all right, party people!

Now is the moment you've all
been waiting for,

16 years in the making.

Turn your attention to the stage
and greet our one and only

birthday girl!

Ella.

Ella!

Ella!

People will definitely
be talking about this.

God forbid you should fail
to capture this vital moment

of us getting coffee.

You get a free latte
if you post a selfie here.

You get a free latte
if you work at the NYPD here.

You're telling me this now?

Any word from Sam?

I think we should call her.
Right now.

She's talking to a
case worker, all right.

It's an emotional process

regardless of how
amazing we are,

and we are,
let's face it, amazing.

We can't rush her.

It'll make Sam not want
to place her baby with us.

Absolutely. You're right.

Still, it has been four whole
days, maybe we should call her.

You know, in every
aspect of your life

you have endless patience
for human behavior,

but in this one thing you are
being a complete control freak.

Come on, control freaks
are obsessive-compulsive,

passive-aggressive,

even mood disordered.

So we agree.

So great to meet you.

Thank you, Jay.

I really appreciate the help.

Not sure I was much,
but I'll stay in touch.

Great.

Hey.

Did you make a new friend,

or is Sleeping Beauty
starting to stir?

He was the bartender. Served our
victim the night she was killed.

- You found a witness? Well done, Detective Stock.
- Thank you.

Hopefully from there, I can
start tracking her whereabouts

the whole night leading up
to her death.

If I can be of any help...

It's getting hard for me
to stay away from this case.

All right.

Be sure to get the
salt and pepper shakers, too.

Are you kidding me?
This meal cost me 35 bucks.

The last time I spent that much
on a meal, my cousin,

he bet me that I couldn't
eat 20 bratwurst.

Downed 22.

Ryan, this is my husband, Andy.

Detective Ryan Stock.

The Cornhusker.

Wait, you're a Cornhusker?

Badger. But hey,
don't be too down on yourself.

You guys beat us in 2012, right?

Okay, okay. I was gonna say
nice to meet you,

but now I'm not so sure.

Sports.

Anyways, I'll see
you at the precinct.

Andy, nice to meet you.

You, too.

Well, it's a good thing
his personality makes up for,

you know, the ugly.

Hey, Sarge.

Still going to the game?

Late night? No date?

I'm saying words, right?

Can someone please tell me
what's going on?

Very funny. Where's my stuff?

The pyrotechnics were
Fucci's touch.

For what,

- may I ask?
- Attention,

Please. Let's give it up
for Elizabeth Needham,

our newest second grader.

Needham!

I expect everyone

to be at the Lighthouse
Friday night. That's an order.

And, Lizzie's

- buying, of course.
- Great.

Better hit the ATM, Needham.

I'm going deep in the count.

- Okay.
- Don't get too comfortable, Detective Second Grade.

That's your new office.

Seriously? Jas,
I can't take that.

Yeah, she can't.
That's where I take my naps.

I mean... do my paperwork.

Wow.

You can move in later.

Looks like we may have
a fresh one in Tribeca.

Okay.

You can clean up this mess.

What'd I miss?

Hey.

Well, someone seems
to be walking

with a more prominent
posture tonight.

I usually walk like a primate?

Technically, you> are a primate.

No, I'm noticing a more

authoritative strut,
like maybe someone

who was promoted
to detective second grade.

I'd hug you
if you weren't so averse to PDA.

I love PDA as long as it's not
too public, or too affectionate.

Anyway, this is a crime scene.

Congratulations, Lizzie.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

Took the words right
out of my mouth.

A sweet 16.

What do they do for a wedding?

Elope to Versailles
and eat money?

People tend
to lower their inhibitions

at over-the-top parties,

which is probably why
you don't like them.

But I've been to some fun ones.

Loi Krathong in Thailand,
the Boryeong Mud Festival.

Yeah, I'm thrilled for you and
your globetrotting blowouts,

but these are kids.

These are not kids. They're
wolverines in glitter makeup.

Still, it's nice to make up

for the parties I wasn't
invited to when I was a kid,

which was approximately
all of them.

The vic is Ella Baynes, 37,

wife and stepmother hosting
this modest little shindig.

She fell just as the birthday
girl was about to be announced.

Bulging C2, C3?

Broken neck.

Yeah. Very likely.

Facial trauma. She hit hard.

I doubt we'll get
anything off that.

- She fell from up there?
- Yeah.

Anyone up here wearing high
heels is risking their life.

Can't rule out
an accidental fall.

Yes, but the timing of it,
the theatricality,

suggests Ella's ending was...
premeditated.

- Hey! Stop!
- Get your hands off me!

What were you running away from?

- Get that out of my face.
- He was trying to get away!

He did it! Take him!

- You pushed her, you liar.
- All right, easy, easy, easy.

- Will you take him, please?
- My God, it's Lord and Taylor of the Flies.

This way. Put that away.

What's up with this guy?

Name's Boyd Carter,
cater-waiter.

Arrested for assault
two years ago.

Our victim fired him

shortly before her fatal fall.

Well, if this wasn't
an accident,

we have our first suspect.

Well, according to our
mob of 16-year-olds,

he's not just a suspect.

He's the murderer.

Who posted this?

The question may be, who didn't?

They were about to
announce Alex,

you know, for her
grand stage entrance.

We heard the commotion
and the splash.

And the next thing we knew,
she was facedown in fish.

Thank you, Kim.

I couldn't help
but notice earlier

that you keep your distance
from the others.

Thanks for noticing.

Is there a reason for that?

How long have you known
the birthday girl? Alex.

Since our moms met
in Mommy & Me.

- Childhood chums.
- I guess.

More so before the divorce
left Alex with a new stepmom,

Ella.

Alex didn't take it real well.

Kind of turned her into a bitch.

I-I mean, it's a cliché,

but Step-Ella
could be kind of evil.

And that's not displacement...
She really was.

Doesn't mean
we wanted her to die.

Understood.

- I like you.
- Hey.

You want to know what happened?

That murderer was
all lech-y with us,

so Step-Ella canned him

- to make Alex like her.
- Details are sketchy,

But from what I'm hearing,
Boyd Carter,

a high school-dropout waiter,

has been taken into custody.

We have here a gentleman who,
I think, works with the NYPD.

Although considering
his dapper attire,

I may be wrong.

Sir, if we could get

- a few words?
- This is a crime scene, little lady.

How about a little respect?

Sir, did you just
call her "little lady"?

- Give me those.
- Hey, you can't do that!

Quit whining.
It's a phone, not your kidneys.

- You'll survive.
- Actually,

Evie's right... you can't.

It's in violation of the Constitution
under the> Riley decision.

What are you, pre-law?

Kim? She's AP English
and AP History.

AP Chem.

This is insane.

You know, I'm basically
a victim here, too.

Yeah? How do you figure?

Look around.

It's all over social media
that I'm a killer.

My parents are trying
to raise bail money,

and I'm not even under arrest.

Why didn't you leave
after the victim fired you?

Those girls wouldn't let me.

Isn't there a law against
smearing people on the Internet?

Libel? Or-or slander?

- You should arrest them.
- Let's go.

Please tell me you found someone

- who caught it on their phone.
- Not quite.

Lots of cheering,
lots of screaming, no perp.

You get anything from the
sweet 16 peanut gallery?

Yes.

I am very worried
about the future of mankind.

This constant urge

to record and share everything

- negatively affects our brain activity.
- Anything about our case?

These kids are cut off
from the very experiences

they're trying to capture.

- So, anything about our case?
- I'll put a call in.

To the judge
to check their social media,

and I'll keep a tight leash
on the cater-waiter.

Reinhart and I
will go back inside

and talk to the vic's
husband and stepdaughter.

If you're done.

I'm done.

But "social" and "media"

are two words
that do not belong together.

Okay, I'm done.

So...

Jules...

is this your first
police station assignment

as a computer guy?

Yes, it is. Corporate offices
are more my bag, so to speak.

Must take some time getting used
to dealing with cops all day.

Well, I did watch
the> Police Academy movies

when I was a child,
so I had some idea.

Are you single?

Me? No, not exactly.

Too bad.

No. Not for me. I just...

I thought I saw
some sparks between...

you and Lizzie.

Detective Needham?

She's out of my league.

I wouldn't be so sure.

You should come to her party.

Thanks for the invitation.

She brought out the best in me.

In everyone.

Ella gave up her work so that
she could be present for Alex,

so that we could build a family.

What the hell happened?

Can somebody tell me?

We're working on that,
Mr. Gerich, I promise you.

To do that, we're gonna need
more information from you.

Your first wife,
was she here tonight?

What does that matter?

My mom came and gave me some makeup and
a hug, and then she was out the door,

because she couldn't
stomach being here.

Alexandra, not the time,
not the place.

- I'm sorry.
- We're all upset.

Right now.

The divorce,

a new marriage, Ella moving in.

It's all been
really hard on Alex.

And now this.

Is there anyone else Ella was
close with that we could talk to?

She had a friend
here tonight, Molly.

It's hit her really hard.

We were friends.

For a long time.

Just when she was
finally living the fairy tale.

It's okay.

Take your time.
How did you two meet?

At culinary arts school.

We were assigned to be partners

and became close friends.

Ella was a nurturer.

She had a gift.

That girl could take
any ingredients

and create something delicious.

I couldn't form a
plan without her.

Hiring an old friend, then,

to work this party
was a no-brainer.

Yeah. We counted on each other.

I'm not sure what I'm
gonna do without her.

Detective Needham.

Excuse me.

Dead fish.

These were once
perfectly happy koi fish,

doing their best to adapt
to their not-so-natural habitat.

You're wondering
if these fish died

because something on Ella's
body was introduced to them

in their not-so-
natural habitat.

- A contaminate?
- Toxin?

A toxin originating from Ella.

Yes, leaching into the water

and killing these
now not-so-happy fish.

I'll get CSU back here,
get some water samples.

And don't let them forget
those guys.

We can't assume they're...
red herrings.

Really?

Not to pat myself on the back,

God forbid.

But if we are looking
for poison,

it may confirm my theory
of a premeditated plan.

If she was carrying a toxin,

she may have been dead or dying
before she even hit the water.

Ella moved to New York from
Erie. Middle-class upbringing.

Parents deceased,
and a sister who lives in Tampa.

This was her first marriage,
and from everything I read,

she seemed like
a really nice person.

Am I boring you?

I just can't understand
why Sam hasn't called.

Andy doesn't think we should call
her, but I think we should call her.

What do you think?
I'm not gonna call.

You really want to
know what I think?

Don't answer that.

C.O.D. is cervical fracture.

That's a broken neck.

Thanks. We think something else
may also have played a factor.

Of course you do.

What about her face?

Looks like more than
just trauma from the fall.

Skin irritation
is not the C.O.D.

Can you imagine a world in which anything
other than a broken neck could be a factor?

Doug, her face swelled,
like she had a reaction to something.

There was a waiter

with a record in attendance.

Maybe he slipped something
into her food or drink

after she fired him?

Revenge can serve to restore
a psychological balance

that had been disturbed.

Okay, Freud, can we put a hold

on human behavior and stick
to hard science, please?

General tox screen
came back negative.

There's no toxins

in her stomach or esophagus.

So it wasn't ingested.

- Injected?
- No needle marks.

I checked.

Which means the toxin

could have been inhaled
or absorbed through the skin

with a topical...
Maybe her makeup

was laced with something.

I can't run a specific
tox screen till I know

what I'm looking for, so...

sleuth some more.

Our sweet 16 got her makeup
from her mom

right before she
took off, early.

And then her ex-husband's new,
younger wife died.

Always put your money
on the jealous ex.

Hard science?

Alex says you
didn't stay very long

after she opened her gift.

I...

felt far too uncomfortable.

It's another planet over there.

Over-the-top, tacky, ridiculous.

I want no part of that.

And I don't want Alex to,
either. Wrong values.

Steve and I share
joint custody, so...

You don't seem

- all that broken up by any of this.
- The whole thing.

Is awful.

I feel for Alex.

On top of everything else,
having to live with that memory.

When did things start to change
between you and Steve?

Well, Steve changed

after he struck gold at work.

Our whole marriage was
different after that point.

He wanted to be part
of New York's moneyed world.

I don't care
about that stuff as much.

As much as Ella?

The struggling baker turned
upper-class socialite?

Yeah, I'd say Ella
struck gold, too.

Look, I don't like the idea

of being replaced
by a younger version of myself,

but that doesn't mean
I'm happy she's dead.

Or that I killed her.

Strong motive,
works in cosmetics,

practically fleeing
the scene of the crime.

But what kind
of mother spends years

giving her child love,
then knowingly traumatizes

that child
at her sweet 16 party?

Why, Dr. Reinhart, are you
letting your objectivity slip?

You're thinking like a parent.

My God, I am.

I cannot lose control
of my rational,

unemotional approach
to human behavior.

- It's what I> do.
- Too late.

Late. My God,
I'm late for class!

I'm driving. You won't be late.

Will you put the sirens on?

- No.
- But you're a detective second grade.

Now you're not even getting

the light bar.

Six minutes, 47 seconds tardy.

I stand here before you> ashamed.

No, really.

I pride myself
on my punctuality.

When I fail your young,
impressionable minds,

I am diminished.

For about 15 seconds.

Self-image

is greatly affected
by social evaluation.

I work to earn your respect,

to gain influence,
to attain status.

And then you,

depending on my vibe...

decide what kind of person I am,

what group
you're gonna put me in.

Maybe you'll stick me with,
Rebecca, Garrett and Nicholas

because they are late
for absolutely everything.

Or maybe you're gonna
put me in the group

with X-Man and Sully,

because they're not afraid
of anyone

and "rules are for schmucks,
bro."

The problem is,
and this goes for everyone,

we have no say
in the status we get.

Status exists solely
in the minds of others.

And yet,
we obsessively pursue it.

Of course now,
in the age of social media,

we can have absolute knowledge
of the group

we have been relegated to,
the label we have been given,

how many "likes" we have.

Hey, Sully, how about you
demonstrate the art

of rule-breaking
somewhere else, okay?

I think you want
to see this, Professor.

What the...?

43,000 views?

Is that a lot?

Hey.

So the foundation found
in Ella's makeup

contains an unusually high
alkaline content.

Higher than anything found
in her home.

So someone must've doctored
it at the party before Ella

- applied it to her face?
- It's certainly looking that way.

We're looking into anyone
who may have had access

to her makeup or bag
before and during the party.

Hopefully we find
something soon.

In other news,

there is a> GIF of me doing
the rounds on the Internet.

It's pronounced GIF.

And it's not a GIF,
it's a video.

How do you know?

Show me your computer screen
right now.

My own partner.
Complicit in my viral spiral.

It's just a little harmless fun.

I am a public figure.
It must stop.

You can't control social media.

Well, when you have
your own> GIF or GIF,

or whatever it's called,
then talk to me.

Bye.

Yeah.

Come in.

Brand-new office and this is how
you thank me? Sad, empty walls?

Give me some time.

- You know...
- Wall art,

Chalkboard paint, murals.

My apologies.
I'll come back later.

No, come on in.
I was just heading out.

I'm told this room needs
another port installed.

That sounds super important.
I'll leave you two alone.

You can discuss it further.

Okay, that was weird.

She thinks we have chemistry.

She told you that? Please,

open the door before anyone else
thinks we have chemistry.

In a minute. I gave Jasmine
my official cover story,

but I want you
to know that Jules

has to take a little time off.

Where?

A region outside New York City.

A region? How long for?

Are we talking days, weeks?

Depends on the assignment's
difficulty assessment.

What's that? Like, one to ten?

Ten being most likely
to be dismembered?

Please trust me and know
I will do my best

to make it back for your party.

Forget about my party.
Just make it back safe.

I really love what you've done
with the place.

- This is painful.
- It's priceless. Who made it?

A teenage boy
at the crime scene.

That's impressive.
My kid once spent

an entire hour tangled
in our garden hose.

Play it again.

Here he is.

Please, no.

Hey, Detective Second Grade
on deck!

At ease. And enough, really.

I think the biological mom
is still relevant,

but no way our cater-waiter
concocted an alkaline poison

- the same night he was fired.
- I agree.

I just can't get the teenagers
out of my mind.

Why, because of your> GIF?

Because unlike most teenagers,
this crew demonstrates

a rare combination of ingenuity

- and stupidity.
- You should make a point right about now.

What if Ella dying
was an accident?

The kids clearly don't like her,

we know Alex hated her,

but I don't see them as killers.

So maybe the poison makeup
was a teen prank gone bad?

Its planning, its plotting,
its execution surpasses putting

a frog in a teacher's drawer
or putting hot sauce

in the underwear
of an eighth grade classmate.

Just once.

If it was a prank, they could
have pulled it off together.

They seem to do
everything else together.

So let's search
their social media accounts.

We got the warrant.

You never had that
kind of decisiveness

as a third grade detective.

Promotion changes people.

Come on, get in here.

This is more horrifying
than any crime scenes

I've been to.

Don't.

Does that say 100,000 views?

I'm getting this off
the Internet before I lose

all my professional credibility.

Yeah, you can't take
things off the Internet.

What, you think I'm
happy there's a photo

of me from college
vomiting in a mailbox?

But I have to,
before Sam sees it.

She's thinking of giving
her firstborn to...

that.

That's what Andy's for.

300 likes?
That's not even a great photo.

Alex was popular,

and clearly not liking Ella
moving into the house.

Look at these private posts to
her friends early in the year.

"I wish I could kick

the bitch out."

"She thinks
she's a swimsuit model, gag.

I'm so done with her."

Alex posted this
three months ago.

You're going to die.

What if the teens aren't
the killers? Just Alex is.

And she used her party
to make this GIF a reality?

Alex is up in her room.

And way too
upset to talk to anyone.

Maybe you can help us.

Know anything about this?

Yeah, I think that GIF's

from, like,
the Obama administration?

Dial it back, smart-ass.

So you've seen it before?

A rando vid Alex posted?
It's NBD.

You don't know what NBD is?

Of course I know what NBD is.

"Alex on Ella"
is not some state secret.

Ella was her stepmom.
Everyone hates stepmoms.

That goes back to ancient times.

Like the Obama administration?

Okay, Alex doesn't need

gatekeepers right now, guys.

Go home, let the detectives
do their jobs.

No big deal. NBD.

Of course.

You made this?

No. I just reposted it
because it was a thing,

making fun of stepmoms.

I know I didn't act like it,
but I really got to like Ella.

Party-planning and hanging
out with her, and I loved

how happy she made you.

Why didn't you ever tell her?

- Or me?
- I should have,

But it felt
like a betrayal to Mom.

If you didn't post this,
who did?

Kim.

Your oldest friend. That Kim?

That doesn't sound like her.

Kim's done a lot

of things that don't
sound like Kim.

Can you be
more specific, please?

Letting people cheat off her
in calculus or chem lab.

She never used to do that.

It's stuff to fit in
with the rest of us.

Fit in?

You two have been friends
since you learned to crawl.

I have new friends, I guess.

Kim tries,

but stuff happens,
and it isn't the same.

We aren't the same.

Maybe Kim made that GIF for Alex
in an attempt to be included.

Right, and she took
the stepmom hate

to another level with a prank,
only it went very, very wrong.

She's a smart kid.
One of her subjects is AP Chem.

Top student might have
access to peroxides, acids.

And the know-how
to use it discreetly.

It felt good
making everybody laugh.

I-I just wanted Alex back.

I mean, those girls,
they're always, like,

standing guard around her,

and I know Alex
better than any of them.

It's not fair.

It's hard enough, you know?

On the upside, we understand you
already received a scholarship

offer from MIT.

You mentioned AP Chem.

Students don't have access
to chemicals at school, do they?

Just the teachers.

And me. So what?

We have reason to believe

that a toxin was used on Ella.

This toxin contributed
to her death.

You're not saying my daughter
had something to do with this?

I-It was cool
to hate on her stepmom,

but I-I would never take it
to that level. Never.

I think it might be a good time
to call our lawyer.

Why don't we take advantage
of your new office?

Nah, I can't think in there.

The poison, the timing,
the sophistication.

The girl is perfectly capable.

She knows pH better
than her ABCs.

And she did call Ella
"evil stepmom."

Maybe she was trying to finish
the fairy tale on Alex's behalf.

I don't think those kids
even know those fairy tales,

unless they're posted
on Instagram.

No, the motive's off.

This is about...

feeling left out, friendship,
friendship lost.

Alex left Kim behind.

But why would Kim
hold Ella responsible for that?

So who did Ella leave behind?

We've been looking
at the wrong friendship.

Molly Tynan.

Molly said that she and Ella
were best friends,

how they counted on each other.

She even said she wasn't sure

what she'll do without Ella.

They were both bakers.

Maybe they had a culinary
idea or venture.

There it is.
They've been forging

this business plan
since they were students.

At least until Ella married up,

and then instead of being
a business partner,

Molly found herself in the role

of hired help at Ella's party.

That has a sting to it.

Question now is,

did Molly choose to sting back?

If Molly truly did poison
her friend,

what better place
to take Ella down

than in front of her new
family and social circle.

Okay, maybe behaviorally
it lines up,

but we need something more
tangible to make it stick.

What toxin could
this woman have used

that wouldn't show up
on a general tox screen?

Well, something specific,
specialized.

She's a cook.
She knows ingredients.

Ella's makeup had a
high alkaline trace.

Fruit has a high
alkaline content.

Poison fruit?

The poison apple.

A fairy tale symbol
of beauty, ugliness, envy.

If bitten,
it causes a deathlike sleep.

Ella wasn't the evil stepmother.

She was Cinderella.

It was her friend who is evil.

Your baby's
never gonna fall asleep

with> you reading
the fairy tales.

Not all tales are make-believe.

There is a real fruit
named manchineel.

"The little apple of death."

I doubt Molly would have been
cooking with poison apples.

But a culinary artist would
know where to find them.

The beach apple believed
to have killed Ponce de León

was green, sweet-smelling.

But the sap inside was toxic,

causing burn-like blisters
to the skin on contact.

Mix a concentration of that
sap into some makeup and...

Our grim tale
becomes a swan dive.

Can I help you?

Molly, we spoke to you
regarding Ella's death.

Yes. Has...

- something come up?
- We think.

You may have something
to do with it.

How so?

She was poisoned, Molly.

Would you happen to know
anything about that?

No.

Poisoned? No, should I?

Could you show me

your right hand, please? Please.

Blisters consistent with the
kind we found on Ella's face.

If we were to test
your hand, compare it

to Ella, what would we find?

She wasn't supposed to die.

lt was...
it was just a little bit,

so that she'd break out
into a rash.

You just wanted

to embarrass her in front
of the new people in her life.

Take her down a peg or two.

She was living in make-believe.

Pretending to,
be somebody that she wasn't.

She gave up on our dream.

You're under arrest.

Wow, your GIF's getting

- a lot of love.
- Yes,

Almost, 200,000 views.

- Whoa.
- What's the record?

For one video?

- Yeah.
- Around, like, 5.4 billion.

Close, close.

It's not a competition.

Okay? It's just...

Good, good.

Detective Second Grade on deck!

What's going on here?

Just...

taking my desk back.

You can have my office.

Really? I-I can have
your private office?

Yeah, sure, why not? I mean,

you've already been in the
precinct for, like, two weeks.

Okay.

What? I missed this.

I miss you guys.
But if any of you

call me Detective Second Grade
again, you'll regret it.

Detective Needham,
you're giving up

some prime real estate there.

Yeah, it's not so prime

when you're off on your own.

For better or worse,
this squad is my family,

and I'm not about
to be left out of it.

Tox screen's back

on Ella's makeup.

The chemical phorbol,

linked to a class of apple tree.

Well done.

Nobody beats Dylan.

Give it a rest.

There are still steps involved.

I know, yes, yes,
steps, lots of steps.

B-But just tell me,
how did she say it?

- Tell me exactly, word-for-word.
- Okay, well,

I didn't exactly have
a stenographer handy,

but she said, "I
would like to meet"

to talk about the
possibility of adoption."

I love that sentence.

I love every word,
even the punctuation.

But not in a controlling way.

I-I want to...

say sorry for being
a little too much

about the whole
calling-Sam thing.

This adoption, it...

it reminds me of my childhood,

and I'm... controlling that
by being controlling.

Look, I get it. That was
your way when you didn't fit in.

But... you're a grown-up now.

Yeah. I'm a grown-up who...
still doesn't fit in.

It's just, with our child, I...

want to get a lot of likes.

And you will.

You will be
the Kardashians of parenting.

That came out wrong.

Hey, speaking of social media,

Sam had a lot of high praise
for your viral video.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

She said it made her laugh.

LOL, social media.

No..

Hey!

Coming up to 200K!

Half of which,
I think, are yours.

Elizabeth Needham,
second grader!

Second grade!

Easy on the shots!

Okay? Even a second
grade detective

has a max on her credit card.

You know,
I didn't make second grade

- till I was almost 40.
- We talking.

Second grade detective
or just second grade?

So now that you are single,

maybe you'll let me set you up.

Well, is he funny?

Yes. Though not always
intentionally.

What celebrity
does he look like?

I get "the Jewish
Richard Gere" a lot.

Water, please.

The good thing,

Sergeant, is neither one of us

are gonna remember this
on Monday.

Yeah, but I am.

Who wants
another round on Lizzie?

Lizzie, I'll take one.

Here, make mine a double.

I'm just gonna...

Hey. Are you okay?

Yeah.

Jay, the bartender who can I.D.
the Sleeping Beauty killer,

- he wants to meet up right now.
- Well, good.

It means he must have
discovered something else.

And at this hour, it must be
something that can't wait.

Where are you meeting?

Ludlow and Division.

- That's not far. I'll drive.
- Okay.

Here you go. Thanks.

Stand down,
Detective Second Grade.

You pulling rank on me?

Always.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, Jimmy.

I thought Jules
would show up, too.

A rooftop meeting.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, you could have
stayed in the car.

Jay?

Jay? Detective Stock.

I'll call him.

Hey, it's Jay. Leave a message.

It's Jay.

Why leave a photo of the body

and not the body itself?

"It's on"?

He changed his signature.

He's starting to enjoy it.

He's toying with us.

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