The Mysteries of Laura (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 12 - The Mystery of the Fateful Fire - full transcript

I know you did it.

Admit it now and this can be over.

I got nothing to admit to.

Yes, you do. You're a predator.

This is not my fault.

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

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

You're done.

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

Your mother! Shame on you.

You prey on parents.



Well, not anymore.

You're going to confess, or else.

Okay, I made a mistake.

You sure did. You short-changed me.

I gave you a $20,

and you gave me change for a $5.

And it wasn't the first time.

My money,

or you will never sell

an overpriced latte again.

Do you have your receipt?

Voila.

That was amazing.

I get a macchiato every day after drop-off.



There's no telling how much

he's ripped me off.

You are my hero.

Well, tell my kids that.

This morning they said I was,

"the worst mother in the world"

because we ran out of milk

and bread

and toilet paper.

Nicholas and Harrison, right?

They're in Liam's class.

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

I don't know how you do it.

Work full-time, raise twins...

Not to mention the winter carnival.

Wait. What, what? Back up.

Work, check. Twins, check.

What was that last thing that you said?

The school winter carnival on Friday.

You're doing the class booth, right?

Hell no.

I'm sure I saw your name

on the sign-up sheet.

I was going to do it until I saw

the class Pinterest page.

No way am I that crafty.

No! My son is in there.

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

Shawn!

Shawn!

Oh! Oh, my God! Thank you!

Oh, my God, thank you.

Thank you!

Oh, thank God.

Thank you. Thank you.

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

I signed us both up at
Back-to-school Night. You're welcome.

You said you wanted to be more involved.

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

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

Come on, how bad could it be?

Oh, it's pretty bad.

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

make a ring toss game,

and snowman decorations.

Not to mention baking 200
snowman cookies for prizes.

Yes, that's right.

Me, baking.

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

We'll rally together this weekend.

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

There is no weekend.

Oops.

Damn right, oops.

How are we supposed to get this thing done?

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

tell them you're not the kind of mom

who bakes cookies, that are edible.

I can't back out.

Half the school gave me the cold shoulder

when I flaked on that Halloween thing.

We were busy with real police work.

Nobody's gonna blame us for that.

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

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

or high-fructose corn syrup, or dirt.

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

Two days vacation time.

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

I say farm this winter carnival thing out,

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

go for it.

I want to spend my vacation time on a beach

with trashy books, and a bottomless Mai Tai.

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

thanks to you.

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

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

Pinterest.

If Martha Stewart and Rachael Ray

had an orgy at the craft store

and posted photos online,

Pinterest is their beautiful

love-child.

Please tell me you have a glue gun.

I've got a gun gun,

which I may now use to kill myself.

Well then, I present to you your last meal,

courtesy of your not-so-secret admirer,

food truck Tony.

Aw.

Morning beautiful. Thought you
could use some lobster tacos.

- Ooh.
- Who couldn't?

Sounds like a keeper. Angela Ryan,

FDNY arson investigator.

Detective Laura Diamond. How can I help you?

Fire on Plymouth, unidentified
body in the basement.

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

Okay, you can talk to...

Captain Jake Broderick!

Angela freaking Ryan!

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

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

Get over here.

Wait, is that Angela Angela?

Do we hate her?

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

I see you've met Laura.

This is Laura Laura?

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

I have heard so much about you.

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

Vacation. Bad timing.

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

I have a sideline bedazzling
jeans at Barneys.

Of course you do.

I have a pair, or three.

Max carnegie, investigative aid.

Way to rock that sweater vest!

Way to rock those fab suede boots!

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

Extra cream for Angie.

You remembered.

She's awesome.

Her boots are everything.

No, her boots say everything.

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

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

so at least someone stays
focused on the work.

I thought you were focused
on the winter carnival.

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

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

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

FDNY shares jurisdiction
in light of the fire,

so we'll be working together on this one.

- Glad to meet you.
- Billy.

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

Thanks for the props.

I like her.

Do you know what started this fire?

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

You sure our victim wasn't a tenant?

Very sure.

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

except Gloria Leighton and her son Shawn.

The boy who lived.

I read about the heroic
rescue in the morning paper.

That's the hometown hero, Gil Carter.

He's got some stones on him.

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

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

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

Sure.

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

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

Any scars or tats?

Clean as a Tim McGraw ballad.

I'm a little bit country.

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

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

I was there. Not much to work with.

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

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

He could be a squatter, a street kid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, we're all busy.

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

I just missed the class copy.

New fall sing along.

Lunch duty.

Bite me.

Excuse me?

Just rhetorical.

The mom cavalry didn't come through.

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

the Jake and Angie reunion special.

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

Absence of caring noted.
Um, back to business.

They're canvassing for an ID on John Doe.

See if anybody remembers
the world's messiest eater.

He had hot pepper all over his wrists.

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

Laps. Not on their wrists.

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

used to rub pepper on her joints.

It's a Korean home remedy.

Maybe John Doe had tendonitis.

From what? He wasn't an athlete.

The guy didn't even wear sneakers.

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

Not for boys who play sports.

I bet he stashed his kicks somewhere.

Okay, this time of year
sports means basketball.

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

On it.

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

In his world, the Super Bowl is crystal,

and holds a large quinoa salad.

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

Glad she didn't.

Rough game.

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

I need some help getting an ID here.

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

Excuse me? I'm six feet.

Valiant effort, cap.

I might just have to dust off my skills.

Gain a little respect out here.

Easy now, white chocolate.

I'll have you know, I was all all-city.

Mmm-hmm.

Whoa. Now that was sexy.

That was an impressive three, slim.

You know what impresses me?

Good Samaritans. Do you recognize him?

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

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

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

What about?

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

Who can blame him?
Trigonometry is right up there

with water-boarding and root-canal.

Really? Trig was my bitch.

- Same. Come here.
- Ah.

Explode it.

- Pow!
- Yes.

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

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

I don't think it was an accident.

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

outside of Gloria Leighton's apartment.

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

outside the door of the
last remaining tenant.

Even harder to believe when you discover

that the trash can was full of accelerants.

Nail polish remover, paint thinner.

One match hits that flammable mess and...

Ow!

I got this.

No, I got this. I got this.

- Ahem.
- This is good.

Oh! don't mind me.

Packing peanuts make perfect snowflakes.

It's cheaper than craft world.

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

like you're snooping on fire hottie.

Please! Why would I bother?

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

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

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

- New leads? Suspects?
- Not yet.

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

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

Befriending the co-workers.

It's all part of her plan.

So, by her, do you mean fire hottie?

Can you stop saying that?

I can try. How is it her plan?

She didn't start the fire.

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

Thank you for coming in.

Since the fire's been ruled an arson,

we need to re-interview
all of the witnesses.

No problem. I'm happy to help.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, and no. Single mom.

So any idea who might've started the fire?

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

Slumlord is too kind a word.

He was trying to force everyone out

so that he can flip the property.

- Are you saying he threatened you?
- No.

He's too much of a coward for that.

Just intimidation tactics.

Holes in the roof, rats in the basement,

no heat, no AC.

Shawn and I just keep getting sick.

Sounds like a real scumbag.

You know what? It worked,

because everybody else
left, and I wanted to,

I just couldn't afford to move.

Now she has to move,

which gives the landlord
motive for starting the fire.

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

- The vending machine?
- The office.

She's talking designer
pantsuits with Meredith,

Cuban music with Billy

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

Of course she is.

That woman is shameless.

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

More salaciousness, please.

Well, they just dated for a little while.

And then Angela went
backpacking in south America,

and Jake went into the
Academy where he met me.

You stole her man. Heaven forefend.

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

alone for three months, and expect him

to still be there when you get back.

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

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

Speaking of homeless, that
supposed landlord lead?

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

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

He was at the fights in Atlantic city,

in full view of dozens of witnesses.

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

Billy found dozens of tenant complaints.

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

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

But Gloria Leighton wouldn't leave.

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

took himself off to some high profile event,

smiled big for the
paparazzi to cover his ass.

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

and then we take them both down.

57 known pyromaniacs
whose mo match that fire.

I'll get everyone searching for the one

with the possible
connection to the landlord.

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

You wanna punk out, go ahead.

Everyone knows the police can
handle the boring dirty work,

unlike you FDNY glory hounds.

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

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

Jealous?

Absolutely.

I heard about the divorce.

You okay?

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

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

I can still read you like The Times.

Some things never change.

Do you want a refill?

Sure.

Dig down in there deep enough,

you just might find your self-respect.

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

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

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

"get over yourself."

Is that all you'll be wearing?

'Cause that could get exciting.

Man child.

You rang?

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

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

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

I mean, Guns and Ammo, sure.

But Women's Wear Daily?

Hair plugs hal. Shoe fetish.

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

Just has to be in everyone's beeswax.

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

I bet the slumlord knows
a lot about his tenants,

including which one has a
penchant for playing with fire.

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

That's 221 units.

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

And you found a suspect? Good work!

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

Well, I wish I had a front like him.

What's the bastard's name?

Jasper Schecter.

He lives on Bridge and York.

Jasper Schecter, NYPD.

Fire escape. He's running.

Go home!

Freeze, Jasper, right there! Freeze!

Oh!

Told you we were in better shape.

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

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

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

You're a convicted arsonist.

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

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

Correct.

Want another?

Tell me about the fire on Plymouth.

A thing of flipping beauty.

So you were there?

Well I live two blocks away,

so yeah, I came up to watch it.

Along with half of the neighborhood.

You gonna lock us all up?

Nah, just the pyro with the record.

Well, that would be shortsighted.

For your info, I happened to see a thug,

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

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

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

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

I'll call legal aid.

Interesting show. You
could charge admission.

I thought you were on vacation.

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

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

You got to see us nail the perp.

Jasper said he didn't do it.

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

He admitted to being at
the scene of the crime.

Why would he cop to that

if he was guilty of setting the fire?

Because we'd prove he was there eventually.

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

Still don't buy it.

When he was talking about
the fire he was excited,

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

How did you get that?

Same as when I look through the window

at the women doing soul cycle.

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

- Congratulations.
- Mmm.

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

Total bull. Jasper would be
too mesmerized by the flames

to even notice anybody else.

Your opinion.

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

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

Or it's the truth.

Respectfully, detective,

is this really about Jasper Schecter?

What else would it be about?

You checking up on me, maybe.

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

Then you understand.

I understand that we have a lot in common,

including taste in men.

If that's what the real problem is here,

let's just get it out in the open.

The real problem is Kevin Park was murdered.

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

apparently are after something else.

- Wow. We're going there?
- Going there?

You were the one who brought us there.

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

I am fine with that. Knock yourself out.

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

because that, I am definitely not fine with.

Crafty mom thing getting to you, partner?

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

Frosty the Snowman never looked so creepy.

Don't bash my snowman.

He and I are very fragile right now.

Personal issues.

Heard you weren't exactly on team Angela.

What is it with all you gossipy men?

Angela and I are a non-issue.

Being friends with my ex is evolved enough.

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

True.

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

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

Fading there, wino?

The fire was set outside Gloria's apartment.

Maybe she had an ex with
murderous daydreams too.

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

Detective Soto.

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

No, not a problem.

How can I help?

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

But how about old relationships?

Ones that didn't work out?

My mother raised me by herself.

Almost had a couple of stepdads,

it didn't work out.

But she said,

"every now and then you kiss a frog.

"Even if he's got slicked back hair

"and great salsa moves,

"he's still a frog."

Cliff Gaskin, not my finest moment.

Right. Did he have any tattoos?

Not since I last saw him.

Did he ever get violent?

Only when he drank, which was a lot.

But he's in jail.

I finally got tired of
being his punching bag

- and had him locked up.
- Right.

Okay, here it is.

Looking him up on the corrections website.

It says Gaskin was released a week ago.

Oh, my God.

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

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

You were spotted leaving the scene.

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

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

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

Huh. That's awfully considerate,

considering she got you locked up.

I think you were there for payback.

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

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

You got religion in jail.

No, I got sober.

I was a violent, paranoid drunk.

Every time Gloria left the house,

I swore she was cheating on me.

But now I know she was
just working all the time

trying to keep a roof over Shawn's head.

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

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

You don't have to. Like I said,

I heard about the fire on the radio

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

I was feeding 200 hungry homeless guys.

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

to save a stranger's life.

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

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

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

This dramatic footage
shows the daring rescue

of eight-year-old Shawn Leighton.

Now, tell us how you firt became aware

this little boy was in mortal peril.

I was in bed sleeping.

Then I heard his mama screaming.

I mean, that's what woke me up.

And then I smelled smoke.

So do I.

No! No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no. Oh!

Hi. Quick question.

Do you make cookies?

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

And I'm gonna need some booze.

Oatmeal, raisin,
snickerdoodle, chocolate chip.

And of course, cabernet.

You are the sexiest man alive.

For cookies? Wow.

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

We'll see.

Are you free tonight?

I wish.

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

Can I help you in early parole?

Chocolate chips,
and prison metaphors.

Aw damn. That is hot.

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

Ugh.

That's not so bad.

I'm a detective.

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

- That was disgusting.
- Yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

- Yum.
- Mmm-hmm.

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

Arson homicide. Runaway teen died.

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

- Is that the guy?
- Yup.

Kevin Park died.

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

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

A couple years ago, I was down in DC,

in a Metro station.

A guy fell on the tracks.

I jumped down, and pulled him up.

Talk about a humble brag.

Shh!

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

I suppose it is.

Gil, you deserve a medal,

a key to the city.

This man has been a hero,

not once, but twice.

I mean, what are the odds of that?

Hot chocolate. Pretty serious.

I'm guessing cramps?

- Or Angela?
- Oh, please.

Twiggy couldn't drive me to
unnecessary calorie consumption.

Mmm-hmm.

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

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

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

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

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

- You seem to care.
- No, I don't.

I just care that she thinks I care.

I will never understand women.

- Talk to me.
- Two years ago,

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

That kind of attention can be addictive.

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

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

Maybe, Gil wanted another
moment in the media sunshine.

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

That's cold. But a damn good theory.

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

except for Gloria and her son.

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

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

So, our hero could also be our killer.

Time to find out.

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Carter.

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

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

Right his very minute?

One PP needs them asap. PDQ. Wtf?

What? Oh! I'm all thumbs today.

Oh. I am all thumbs. Oh, boy.

My files. Huh, okey-dokes.

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

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

What's the first thing that you remember?

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

when I woke up to hear Gloria screaming.

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

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

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

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

Yes.

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

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

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

The 911 call was placed at 11:37.

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

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

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

I mean it felt like forever.

You know what does make
sense? You called 911,

and then set the fire.

What?

No! I would never do that.

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

Stop lying, Gil. Tell
us what really happened.

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

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

That has nothing to do with this.

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

Two years later, you're just another nobody.

No, no, no.

Then you noticed that
building across the street.

It's your path back to gloryville.

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

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

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

So you set the fire, and it works.

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

Look, you guys got me all wrong.

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

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

He died for your vanity.

I want a lawyer.

Damn it.

Really?

My bad.

Hey. Any luck?

Plenty. He's lawyering up.

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

- Drinks are on me.
- My man.

Something is not right.

So Gloria comes out of
the basement. She screams.

Gil wakes up, calls 911.

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

Runs into the building, climbs the stairs,

comes down the stairs, into the street.

This does not add up.

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

Gil comes down the stairs, onto the street.

The firemen swore that Gil was
coming out onto the street

just as they were pulling up.

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

This dramatic footage shows

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

Now tell us how you first became aware

this little boy was in mortal peril.

What did Shawn say to you?

Lucia, I need a babysitter.
Laundry emergency.

$1.50.

$1.75.

$2.00.

I don't think so, Gloria.

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

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

You spoke with my partner, Detective Soto.

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

That must be Shawn.

Do you usually bring him to work?

Just when I work days.

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

and it's usually quiet here after lunch.

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

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

It's hard being a working mom.

Work a full day.

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

Do laundry at midnight.

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

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

Epic mom fail.

I've had those.

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

So I get why you did it.

Did what?

Left your son home alone.

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

You did.

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

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

But the washer-dryer in
your building is busted.

Has been for months. Another tactic

by your landlord trying to force you out.

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

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

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

I know you're afraid.

But Gil Carter could go to jail.

And Kevin Park's mother deserves the truth.

I keep thinking about that poor woman.

And that my
son could be dead too.

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

Doris was a no-show for the late shift.

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

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

I just told myself that it would be okay,

because Shawn was still sleeping.

I can't afford to lose this job.

I got home as soon as I could.

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

I thought that my baby was gone.

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

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

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

He lied to protect me.

And Shawn.

What are you talking about?

It was below freezing that night.

The landlord was harassing
you by turning off the heat.

If Shawn woke up cold and alone...

Oh, my God.

I need to talk to your son.

Please, he's a good boy.

I know.

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

About what?

About the other night.

I tried to tell Mr. Gil.

I know you did.

I'm sorry.

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

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

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I wouldn't celebrate just yet.

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

Shawn Leighton set the fire.

- Gloria's kid?
- Yup.

He wakes up,

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

he's cold.

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

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

All of a sudden now, up go the flames,

he runs back into the
apartment, gets trapped

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

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

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

What?

To Laura.

To Laura.

You are free to go, Mr. Carter.

Thanks.

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

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

there will be no charges.

And Gloria?

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

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

That's great. Thank you.

Actually, it was all
Detective Diamond's doing.

Teamwork.

Uh, let me get you a ride home.

It sort of was all you.

That's nice of you to say.

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

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

I'm glad you like them.

For the record,

you were right, kind of.

I was trying to make an impression. On you.

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

I've only been dumped once in my life.

For you. And the idea of coming in here

and meeting the great Laura Diamond.

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

Wow. I'm oddly flattered, I think.

No. I'm definitely flattered. Thank you.

You're welcome.

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

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

I think I can go there.

Go where, exactly?

You said you didn't mind.

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

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

Great.

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

I still have feelings for the guy.

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

No! No, no.

- Go for it.
- Okay.

Going for it.

- I'll see you around?
- Sure.

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

Ah!

Go back and play.

Looks good, Laura.

Oh.

Mmm-hmm.

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

Well the PTA's got nothing on the NYPD.

Come here, guys!