The Mysteries of Laura (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 14 - The Mystery of the Political Operation - full transcript

Laura is assigned to protect a visiting Cuban delegate who is in New York to usher a new era of relations between Cuba and the US and Jake is working with her. Things seem normal till the ...

Cuba! Cuba!

Can someone please get that maintenance
guy off the northwest rooftop?

On it.

He's armed! Northwest rooftop.

Jake, take cover!

No!

No! Why would you put
peanut butter in your hair?

To get the gum out.

We saw it on YouTube.

Hey, y'all best get it in gear
or we're gonna be late.

Ooh, by we, I mean you, too.



Okay.

Problem solved.

Teeth brushed?

Go. Go! Go, go.

Oh, my gosh.

So, how you handling everything?

Could you be 25% less vague?

You know, the whole Jake's
new girlfriend thing?

Jen? No. No, she's not his girlfriend.

They just... They just went out
on one date. Just... Just one.

Well, if you're not counting
the time that her and her son

went with Jake and the boys to the movies.

- And the park.
- Yeah, you're right.

Um, I didn't include those



because I didn't know about
them. But now I do and, uh...

- I'm fine.
- Well, I'm not.

I thought you two would have
gotten together now that you...

Wait a minute. He still doesn't know that
you ended things with Tony, does he?

No, and that's fine too.

Could you be about 25% more honest?

- Diamond!
- Whoa!

Hey! Good morning to you too,

Captain Santiani. What can I...

You've got dignitary protection duty.

Are you kidding?

Diamond. Am I ever kidding
about anything, ever?

But dignitary protection is nothing
more than babysitting, froggy.

And yet you're the one being the baby.

Okay, look.
This guy that I'm supposed to watch.

- Carlos Hernandez.
- Him. Right.

If he is the heir apparent
to the Cuban presidency,

shouldn't Billy handle this?

I'd love to protect the guy.

I mean, Hernandez is the
most powerful person in Cuba

actively pushing for democracy.

And he's making headway, too.

Well, then what's the problem?

One PP said no, because my
dad was a Cuban dissident.

And you might be right about the headway.

Hernandez is here to announce some
new open trade policies at the UN.

It doesn't matter what he announces.

Plenty of Cubanos are gonna
link him to the Castros,

and they're not exactly gonna
lay out the welcome mat.

Which is why the brass

has asked for their best
detective to protect him.

Well, you know.

Oh, sorry, no. They asked for Jake.

You just happen to be his partner.

Oh, come on!

Jake isn't even here!

He's not?

Oh... Jen, hi.

Hey! Uh, sorry for interrupting.

No. No, no. Um, he's not here. Not yet.

But he'll be back soon.

Um, Detective Billy Soto.

Hey. Jen Lambert. Officially
with the DA's office.

Although today, I'm here on
behalf of animal control.

Oh.

Harry left it in the back of
my car after tae kwon do.

Harrison did?

Thanks. Yeah, he's grown very
attached to this lunchbox.

Seriously. If it had been Nicholas, I
wouldn't have made the drive over,

but Harry and the tigers.

I know! Obsessed! Well, that's my Harry.

Well, thank you.

You bet. Um...

- Tell Jake I said hey.
- Mmm-hmm.

She is somewhere on a scale of one to meh.

I mean, am I right?
What does Jake see in her?

Me. Minus the bitter.

The bitter makes you you.

I delight in your bitter.

I delight in you.

Diamond. Saddle up.

Your partner's gonna meet
you at the Cuban Chancellery.

Okay.

You know, today is the last day to
sign the boys up for the read-a-thon.

Done.

How is that even on your radar?

Oh! Jen. Of course.

- She is on the ball with stuff like that.
- Gracias.

Apparently, so am I.

- Of course.
- Mmm-hmm.

You know Jen calls Harrison "Harry"?

Yeah. He loves it.

Oh. Good.

That's good.

Detectives.

I'm Yasiel Leon,
aide-de-camp to Mr. Hernandez.

Please, this way.

Mr. Hernandez is going to
usher in a new era for Cuba.

Democracy. Wi-Fi. Starbucks.

And much more.

But some people don't like change.

And others don't think
it's happening fast enough.

Ah! Detectives, uh, Broderick and Diamond.

Am I pronouncing that correctly?

Perfectly. And you're Carlos
Hernandez? How'd I do?

Very good. Perfectly.

Um, I want you to meet my wife, Valeria.

- So nice to meet you.
- Hi, Jake.

Excuse me. I wasn't finished.

And my minister of charm, Ernesto Garcia.

Chief of security.

If you'd like to join us, we are
going over the security detail.

And I need to get ready,
so please excuse me.

Uh, I was just trying to convince Garcia
that we can do this just as easily

over a slice of authentic New York pizza.

Well, it's kind of mandatory
when you visit New York.

There is an Original Ray's
right around the corner.

And there's an original
Original Ray's just past that.

I'm afraid that's not on the schedule.

We stick to the schedule.

We completely understand.

We would love to see the schedule
so that we can plan accordingly.

It stays inside the diplomatic pouch.

No one outside our team has access to it.

And the NYPD will be informed
on a need-to-know basis.

Not to be over-dramatic.

Why are we all standing around
when we have an event to get to?

I'm trying to keep Carlos alive.

And I'm trying to keep him popular.

Is that the only suit you brought?

Excuse me, you are?

Liz Walters.

My media consultant. Apparently with
free press you need these things.

Will you be joining us at the
dinner and photography exhibit?

We will be. Thank you.

And will you be changing?

I wasn't planning on it.

Fortunately, I'm very
good at my job. This way.

Yay!

I love it. I really love it.

I'll be sure to tell my wife.

She makes sure that our government
supports the arts. All forms.

- That's impressive.
- She is.

- Champagne?
- No, thank you.

On duty.

Me, too.

Minister?

Canadian foreign minister
at your four o'clock.

She's a much better politician than I am.

Excuse me.

You take notes on everything?

You never know what can go
from a suspicion to a real threat.

For someone who insists
that he's not in any danger,

Carlos seems a little jittery.

He isn't letting know
how nervous he really is.

His speech at the UN is the first step into
connecting Cuba to the rest of the world.

Besides, he hates these stuffy dinners.
He'd much rather have pizza.

I'm sorry.

I just... I just wanted to take
a selfie with Mr. Hernandez.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Do you mind?

Say queso!

Queso.

- Wow. Thank you, senor.
- Of course.

Sorry about my overzealous guard.

15 years in the Cuban special forces.

Coming here, I'm afraid, is
turning him a bit paranoid.

Listen, I think you
should take the night off.

No.

I'm worried about this
trip. You're in danger.

You take a walk and get some fresh air.

Okay? I'm not asking you.

I'll walk you out.

If anything occurs, you'll contact me?

Of course.

Type in your number.

This is more than a job to me.

If something happens to Carlos...

Nothing will. We've got this.

- Hola?
- Hola.

Now you have mine.

I promise.

If anything happens, I will call you.

Yasiel, buenas noches.

Senor.

There you are. We need
to go over your speech.

- Now?
- Liz, can't we do it in the morning?

They've had a long evening.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

- Snap.
- Let's get out of here.

I've got a very hot bath

- and an episode of Hoarders

with my name on it.

- Santiani.
- Push "Ignore".

Habla ingles?

- Captain.
- What are you doing?

We're just heading home.

Don't move a muscle. I need a
status update on Carlos Hernandez.

No news. Boring as expected.

Not on my end.

I'm guessing you guys are not

with his head of security, Ernesto Garcia?

- No.
- Didn't think so.

Because he is here right
next to me and he's dead.

Reynaldo.

Oh, here we go.
Team Meredith in the house.

Unless you prefer Millie,
which I'm guessing you don't.

You sure are chipper for a guy

who got woken up in the middle of the night.

Oh, you assume too much, my brother.

So he was head of security?

Not looking so secure.

Stabbed twice with a double-edged blade.

I suspect Ka-Bar or butterfly knife.

Penetrated the left lung,
perforated the heart.

Didn't stand a chance.

Time of death?

Based on lividity and rigor, I'd
say between 10:00 p.m. and midnight.

All right, where are we?

Well, no wallet or phone,

but he did just take out $200
at an ATM around the corner.

So, likely a mugging.

He's still a foreign delegate. You
want me to get the feds involved?

No, I'll notify them, but a mugging on
the streets of Manhattan is strictly NYPD.

It's Laura. They must want an update.

Just make sure that Laura gets
it that she doesn't need to

make a federal case out of
this, all right? Literally.

I'll try.

- Diamond.
- Did Garcia have his phone on him?

- Nope.
- What about his briefcase?

Nope.

Well, he had one when he left.
It was his diplomatic pouch.

Security stuff. It could be motive.

Somebody wanted that intel.

Yeah, well our guess on motive
is a straight-up robbery.

Perp follows Garcia from the ATM and...

Was there any sign of struggle?

Any defensive wounds, skin
under the nails, anything?

Reynaldo said no. Probably never
even saw his attacker coming.

Oh, I don't buy that. Not after
15 years of Cuban special forces.

She's right, I'm not sure some street
punk could get the drop on him.

Must have used some kind of
pretense to get close to him?

You know, we Cubans can be a
little too trusting at times.

Garcia didn't trust anyone.

I don't think this is a simple robbery.

I think there's something
else going on here.

I tried.

Okay. The missing cell phone just went live.

Less than a mile
away, based on the signal.

Okay. We are glued to Carlos
till the end of our shift.

Keep us posted if you find anything.

30 yards. You see anything?

Nope.

Fifteen. This should be it.

I don't get it.

We should be right on top of this phone.

Unless...

What?

It's on top of us.

NYPD, stop!

NYPD!

Get back in the bathroom,
close the door. Not you!

Hands up in the air. Come on!

Drop the briefcase.

I don't see any blood spatter.

You change your clothes tonight?

Does it look like I change my clothes?

All right, where'd you get that from?

- In the dumpster.
- I knew this was a mugging.

- Where's the phone?
- What phone?

The phone's in the briefcase.

And that briefcase is
technically a diplomatic pouch.

A what?

Which means we can't open it.

Damn it.

I need Garcia's phone.

What? There's no way we can
open a diplomatic pouch.

It violates the Vienna Convention.

I've notified counsel, but we're
probably looking at days of red tape.

I don't have time for that.

Solving Garcia's murder goes hand
in hand with keeping Carlos safe.

Okay, Billy and Meredith are
looking through the dumpster.

Maybe they will find the
knife. I will let you know.

No. No. I am not giving
up on opening this pouch.

Garcia was always taking
notes on that phone.

I need to see what he was writing!

It could have been a bunch of
Yelp reviews, for all we know.

Well, then why go through the trouble
of locking it in a diplomatic pouch?

- Captain Santiani?
- Yes.

Hi, Jen Lambert.

Oh, good. Hi, yes.

Thank you for helping out.

Jen is our legal counsel.

Yeah, we needed an ADA, and she
was next to Jake when I called him.

It was convenient. I like convenient.

I'm happy to help.

Besides, this is a lot sexier than the
pile of white-collar cases on my desk.

Fantastic.

Is this the pouch in question?

Yes. Locked, sealed, delivered. It's yours.

Well, the seal's in good shape.

So no wiggle room there.

And it's clearly marked on
the outside of the pouch.

Legally, we can't touch it.

There has to be some way.

The only way you can open
up a diplomatic pouch

is if you had a suspicion
it contained a dead body.

Of a leprechaun?

Or if you had some suspicion that it
could potentially contain an explosive.

But besides that...

Whoa! What the hell?

Hmm. Suspicious. Are we certain
this doesn't contain a bomb?

Only one way to be sure.

I don't believe it.

I'll have to call the bomb squad.

Open it up.

Looks clear, no explosives.

Move in.

Fourteen missed calls
from Detective Diamond.

Must've butt dialed.

Fourteen times, really?

Happens to me all the time.

Your butt must be very busy.

I'm gonna need that phone.

Garcia's phone.

Someone is trying to kill you.

"Asesinato possible."

"El Pintor."

Assassination possible.

Tomorrow's date next to it.

Any idea who El Pintor is?

The Painter? No, I have no idea.

Until we know who the painter is,

I suggest you cancel all your appearances.

Impossible.

Valeria and I have an interview with

Anderson Cooper in half an hour.

Detective Broderick is right.
It is not worth the risk.

And for her to admit I'm right,

I must certainly be.

Look, don't worry. No one
knows about the interview.

It's not on my official schedule

and we arranged a location that
only my personal staff knows.

I mean, how am I supposed to spread
the word about how Cuba's changing

if I'm not out there talking about it?

It's the whole reason that I'm here.

Okay, Valeria's in green,
so I think navy will be best.

One button undone.

Approachable, but not casual.

A paperclip?

Yasiel.

I... I lost a cufflink.

- Sorry.
- No, no, no.

The whole team needs to be on message.

Cuba isn't a third world country.

It's second, on the cusp of first.

Now, Valeria.

If you would sit at a slight angle.

I've done this dozens of times, Liz.

And if you could build
to tears at some point.

Waterproof mascara.

So you're sympathetic and yet appealing.

Seriously?

You know what, Liz, we really appreciate
your advice, but this isn't a show.

So you can stop handling. Let's just go.

I thought you said this was top secret.

- I'm sure it's fine.
- No, we gotta get him in a different way.

I'm going to take every one of
these issues back with me to Cuba.

I promise.

Valeria!

- Valeria!
- Come back. Back to the car.

Back in the car.

In the car. Come on. Get in.

Take them back to the second precinct. Now.

Go! Go, go.

Reynaldo said a butterfly knife.

Two-sided blade.

This could be the murder weapon.

This could be our killer.

Manuel Fortuna.

You wanna tell me what your
beef is with Carlos Hernandez?

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I'm gonna tell you why you don't know.

Because you're not Cuban.

You don't know our slang.

You called me "amigo".

We don't say "amigo",
we say asere, consorte.

You don't know yuma,
you don't know anything.

So. Where you from?

Come on. What are you, Puerto Rican?

Half. And half-Dominican.

Dominican. Of course.

So then why were you
charging at Cuba's golden boy

- carrying a knife?
- It was just for my protection

in case things got out of hand.

Out of hand?

You do realize you're facing
up to five years for assault?

How much more out of hand do you need?

What? No, no, I can't go to jail!

Then you need to start telling me

why you attacked Carlos Hernandez.

All right. Astroturf
protesting, man.

The hell is that?

Instead of grassroots protesting.

Astroturfers get hired to protest
for someone else's causes.

- It's just a job.
- Okay, a job.

- Hired by who?
- I don't know.

Some guy shows up at my corner,

gives me 80 bucks to go down there

and mix it up with Hernandez.

Some guy. What guy?

I never saw him before.

White dude. A shaved head. Tough looking.

They knew where you'd be.

Who else was aware of that interview?

Just who you saw prepping me.

Maybe Anderson Cooper's people.

Why would they leak the information
and risk getting scooped?

We need to sweep the chancellery for bugs.

Until then, you can't be in public.

Great.

So now what?

Now we eat pizza.

Gracias.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Uh-uh!

Do as a New Yorker does.

Lift.

Fold.

Devour.

Gracias.

Mmm.

- Worth the wait?
- Oh, yes.

- Here you go.
- I'm not that hungry.

What's hungry have to do with it?

Where is Detective Broderick?

Oh, he's upstairs putting the boys to sleep.

You two are amazing together.

Balancing your work life, marriage.

- Parenting.
- Oh, we're not married.

Anymore.

Jake's my ex-husband.

Oh, I... I just assumed
by the way you and he...

Oh, no. No.

No, we used to be great together.

Once, but

- not anymore.
- Really?

Oh, no.

No, it's over.

Who are you trying to fool?

Me or yourself?

The heart wants what it wants.

Clear.

Can you check this drawer out for me?

All clear.

I can help.

I got something.

This is awkward.

My phone?

I... I can't believe it.
How did this happen?

Liz, can I see your phone, please?

Okay, everybody take out your phones.

Am I gonna get that back?

Not a problem.

One sec.

Are you sure it's just not
normal cell phone signals?

Positive. Cell phones transmit
at a different frequency than

tiny little listening devices.

That answers the question
of how the protesters

got a hold of Carlos' schedule.

It answers how, but not who.

I'll let Laura know.

Who would have bugged the
entire Cuban delegation?

There's only one person who had access.

Sergei Mishnev.

He's Russian, but he owns the largest

cell phone provider in Cuba.

And he had access to all your phones?

He gave us the phones.

Our Celular Blanco phones
don't work in the US,

and Garcia thought that it was
too risky to buy phones here.

Celular Blanco.

Sergei's company. Blanco means white.

Comprendo.

I wonder if he is El Pintor.

Well, Sergei is former KGB

and he still talks to
friends from that time.

Some could be here in New York.

Garcia said that he thought El Pintor
would make his move tomorrow.

Your speech.

I have to report this to my boss,

who will say that you have to cancel.

No. I can't do that.

Sergei has been listening to
every move you have made

since you have set foot in the US.

This is way too great a threat.

Please. My love, I don't
know what I'd do without you.

You would not miss a beat.

You would continue with our work.

Because you have to.

Just like I have to give
this speech at the UN.

If I die, I will die doing what's
right for Cuba. That's it.

You're putting your life in your own hands.

No. I'm putting it in yours.

We have to assume Sergei Mishnev
has heard everything we've said,

on the phone and at the chancellery.

Right. Well, then, all of
our old plans are scrapped.

We are gonna have to make calls on the fly.

But we have ADA Lambert standing by
in case we run into any legal red tape.

Of course we do.

Double-check your comms, people.

Thank you.

Why can't we find a legal expert

who isn't dating one of the squad?

It's fine. I totally get
why Jake is choosing Jen.

He's not choosing anyone.

He hasn't been given the other option yet.

You have to tell him Tony's out.

Hi. Is everything working?

Good, let's move on.

So FBI and Homeland are
already on the scene.

They are coordinating with UN security,
who are sweeping for explosives.

Our officers in riot gear

will be flanking the streets here and here.

Detective Diamond and I will
run the command station here.

Wait. Isn't that some
kind of high-end hotel?

Yep. With a bird's eye view of
the UN from the penthouse bar.

Score!

What?

Max will be monitoring the UN video feed.

Jake will be in the hard car with Carlos.

Cuba.

Meredith will take the north-facing rooftop.

And Billy will be on crowd patrol.

It's a mocktail.

The General Assembly room
is ready for its close-up.

The very location where John F Kennedy
made his historic speech in 1961,

where Nelson Mandela
demanded an end to apartheid.

Thank you, Max.

Soto, you in position?

Good down here, boss. You good?

All good.

195 different countries,

all willing to look each other in the eye.

Gives you hope for Carlos.

195 countries can agree on climate change.

There's hope for anyone.

Though I can't get two seven-year-olds
to agree on a breakfast cereal.

It's go time.

Cuba! Cuba!

Can someone please get that maintenance
guy off the northwest rooftop?

On it.

He's armed. Northwest rooftop.

Almost there! Jake, take cover!

- No!
- Down!

Everybody down! Down!

Jake?

Jake, are you okay?

Jake, are you all right?

Trying to get eyes on him.

All units, clear the air.

All ESU units to
the roof. Go, go, go!

Roger that. On the move.

I'm fine.

Carlos is fine, but we
gotta get him to cover.

Meredith, how far?

One building away.

Hurry! He's packing up!

Where's the weapon?

Suspect apprehended, no firearm, cancel ESU.

Roger. All units,

detail is clear to enter
the complex, eyes open.

Come on, move.

What are you doing up here?

Answer me!

That explosion was you.

Shorting out the transformer?

Accidents happen.

Mr. President,

Mr. Secretary General,

excellencies and distinguished delegates.

In this hall,

the course of history has been set.

These walls will forever echo

with the noble promise that
we are greater together

than we are alone.

That's not a crime.

Actually, it's a felony.

Strictly speaking, a terrorist offense.

Where do you get that?

The transformer is technically
property of the UN.

Thus US Code, section 42.3.

Inflicting damage to property of the
United Nations is punishable by a minimum

of 15 years in federal prison.

Offshore.

You can't seriously be
threatening Guantanamo.

That's what I'll be recommending.

The transformer wasn't even on UN property.

Did she just make all that up?

Every word.

She's good.

Kind of reminds me of Laura.

Of course, if your client
would care to tell us

who's responsible for him
being up on that roof,

he could walk out of here scot-free.

You've heard of Sergei Mishnev?

Cell phone mogul?

Okay. What does he have
against Carlos Hernandez?

Opening the Cuban markets
would cost Sergei millions.

So he hired you...

To make sure the UN speech didn't happen.

He has me recruit some protestors to rough
Carlos up, but it didn't scare him off.

This was plan B, damage
the transmission equipment.

Why?

So the speech won't be heard
in Russia until tomorrow.

But the information's going
to get out eventually.

So what's the point?

He needed time to short the stock.

So it wasn't an assassination attempt,

it was a stock manipulation?

Yep. Sergei's fixer wasn't
planning to roll over,

but Jen squashed his lawyer like a bug.

She kind of did.

Unfortunately, he's got a rock-solid
alibi for the night of the murder.

He's not our killer.

Maybe Garcia was mugged after all.

I don't buy it today any more
than I did the other night.

Well, regardless.

Carlos is heading home,
dignitary protection's over,

so run with the mugging theory.

I'll check in with gang division.

Maybe they know of
initiation activity in the area.

Mr. President.

Can you tell me why it is that you're
binge-watching Carlos' speech?

Garcia seemed so sure that there was
gonna be an assassination attempt.

Well, maybe there was, and we stopped it.

Well, then we should see something.

A suspicious package, someone looking
for an opportunity that never came.

Something.

Wait.

Liz replaces his water. Why?

He was making a speech.

People drink water. It's a thing.

His glass wasn't empty.

The replacement water is cloudy.

Go back to the other camera.

Still a remote hog.

Oh, my God.

Liz poisoned Carlos during the speech.

Right under our nose.

Dead man walking.

Calling paramedic.

Hopefully we need them,
not the medical examiner.

Where's Carlos?

I'm sorry, I'm not
authorized to tell you that.

Well, we're authorized to
arrest you. Does that help?

- What for?
- For poisoning Carlos Hernandez.

I would never do anything to hurt Carlos.

I saw you dosing his
water during the speech.

No. No, no, no, you're wrong.

You've been poisoning Carlos
ever since he got here.

That is why he's always
shaking or short of breath.

It's not nerves.

You don't understand. I was helping him.

Helping him how?

Look, I will take a lie detector
test to prove that I'm innocent.

But I can't tell you anymore.
I'm sorry, I can't.

It was medicine, wasn't it?

The shaking, shortness of breath, sweating.

He has the same symptoms I had.

Carlos wasn't nervous or poisoned.

He has a heart condition.

You were giving him beta blockers.

Bisoprolol.

But if this ever got out, his
political career would be over.

So you've been hiding this from all of Cuba?

He will get through this, but if
anyone found out he needed a bypass...

Needed?

He's in surgery right now, isn't he?

Garcia thought the assassination
would happen today.

The speech is over, but the day isn't.

Neither is the threat. Where's Carlos?

Please. I am not supposed to tell anyone.

I know that you think you're helping him,

but he is lying right now, unconscious

in a hospital that has not
been vetted by security.

- Oh, my God.
- What hospital?

NYPD.

IDs. Now.

Watch the doors. No one in or out.

Mmm-hmm.

Clear.

- We good?
- We're good.

Third floor, all clear.

Hey. Where's your ID?

Huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hands in the air.

Why is it not around your neck?

That's what the chain is for.

All clear here.

Headed to the surgical rooms.

Surgery wing is clear, and I've got Valeria.

Copy. We'll continue to sweep.

You found us.

Sorry to startle you. We just want to
make sure that everything is secure.

I'm more worried about what's
happening in the operating room.

I get it.

I've been there.

I apologize for not saying
anything about Carlos' heart.

We just couldn't risk anyone finding out.

Detective Diamond.

Thank you so much for being here.

Mrs. Hernandez, everything looks good.

We'll start in a few minutes.

Yasiel's a doctor?

He went to medical school,
but never practiced.

Instead, he took a job as Carlos' secretary

so he could be close to us
without raising any suspicion.

And he's authorized to perform
heart surgery in the US?

He's just watching over.

I insisted he be in there to make
sure everything goes as planned.

I understand.

Jake had a very, very serious operation.

I was a wreck.

Of course you were. You're in love with him.

Oh, you're just like me.

With the bag.

Look at all this stuff.

What's this?

A paperclip? Yasiel.

I, uh... I lost a cufflink.

Oh, my husband must have dropped it.

We're all clear.

Pardon me. Ladies' room.

Right.

What's up?

When Jake was in surgery, I was a mess.

She is calm.

Applying makeup?

Waterproof mascara, so you're
sympathetic and yet appealing.

Waterproof makeup?

She's worried she's gonna cry?

Or she's preparing to cry?

Nah, operations like this have an
overwhelming chance of success.

Maybe she doesn't want it to succeed.

Why wouldn't she?

Because she's having an affair with Yasiel.

- El pintor!
- Yes!

- What?
- Okay.

Rayar la pintura

means "scratching the paint" in Spanish,

but it also is Cuban slang for
cheating on your husband.

So that would make Yasiel the painter.

And he's with Carlos right now.

If Yasiel and Valeria want
him dead, now is their chance.

I'm gonna get Valeria.

I'm gonna go scrub in.

Freeze! NYPD!

Back off or I'll kill him.

I believe you, Yasiel.

You killed Garcia and tossed his
pouch to make it look like a mugging.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Then he found out about you and Valeria.

- Shut up.
- No, it's okay.

Valeria told me everything.

No... No, she would never.

She just wanted to be with you.

Not Carlos.

He wanted her to stay trapped in his shadow.

She'd be better off without him.

She'd be the heir apparent.

And you'd be right there with her.

Get away. I'm warning you!

- Yasiel.
- No!

I am done talking.

Yeah? Me, too.

Just drop it.

What is this?

What's this?

Streptokinase. A blood thinner.

Prevents clotting.

If it got into the patient's
system during the surgery,

he'd bleed to death on the table.

What did you do?

Did he give the patient anything?

No, he just checked the dosage
of anesthesia before we started.

Pull it out. Now! The blood
thinner might be in the IV.

You're under arrest, Doctor.

What happened to "first do no harm", huh?

Guess what the lab found in Carlos' IV bag.

Beaucoup amounts of Streptok...

Strepto... Blood thinner.

So. It's official.

You will be charged with the
attempted murder of Carlos Hernandez

and the murder of Ernesto Garcia.

We have diplomatic immunity.

You can't charge us with anything.

I'm afraid she's right.

We can't charge you with anything.

However, our new friends,
the Cuban government, can.

And they have.

What?

You've become part of normalizing relations.

As a gesture of friendship,

the United States government
has agreed to your extradition.

Hmm. So you will be paying for your crimes.

- In Cuba.
- Boom!

Yeah. What he said.

Hal, will you please give our dignitaries
a private tour of the holding cell?

This way.

Give me some love!

Mmm!

Second Precinct, we just saved Cuba!

- Whoo!
- Yes!

Okay. First round of mojitos on me.

- Yeah! All right!
- Okay.

You should go. We can catch up later.

Hey, Jen. Uh...

This is your win, too.

Come with us.

Yeah?

Okay, well, I... I do love me a mojito.

Duh, who doesn't?

Thanks.

I'm sorry, did you just invite
Jake's new lady to our bar?

I don't know. I kind of like her.

But you kind of love Jake more.

This is your time.

You know who also said that to me?

The lady who just tried to kill her husband.

Hmm.

Eyes of an owl.

Eyes of an owl.

Kiss it.

All right, here we go.

Oh!

- Just got word.
- Hmm.

Carlos Hernandez's surgery
was a complete success.

- Oh!
- You saved his life.

No. Ernesto Garcia saved his life.

We just finished what he started.

So is, uh, Tony coming tonight?

Nope. Not tonight.

Hmm.

Well, thanks for inviting Jen.

It meant a lot to her, and to me.

Well, she was a huge help on the case.

She deserves to be here.

So do you like her?

Yeah. Yeah, she's great.

I mean,

do you like her

for me?

I...

think you're perfect for each other.

Thanks. That means a lot.

Hey, Jake, can you back me up over here?

- The ladies are killing us.
- Sorry.

- Come on, man.
- I'm sorry.

You good?

I'm good.

- All right. Yes.
- One more. Just like that.

Oh!

Okay, you got it?

Yes!

Now, now, now, now!