The Mysteries of Laura (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
I usually count to three
in these situations,
but I'm feeling a little jittery,
so I'm just going to go with, "Drop it now!"
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Question. How is it that second graders
have 10 pages of math homework a night?
They have 10 pages a week. I just
make them do all 10 on your night.
How is that fair?
Next week, I'll send their
dirty laundry instead.
Just don't forget you need bleach
to get out their skid marks,
and you really just...
You gotta get in there.
I am good with math.
Homicide, Diamond.
Hello, hotshot.
Although standard procedure was to wait
for a hostage negotiator
before opening fire.
Standard procedure is for douchebags.
Come on. Follow me, hotshot.
- Wrong number?
- As wrong as they come.
I'm gonna count to three and
then I'm coming to cuff you.
Don't make me do this, Laura.
- One...
- I mean it.
- Two...
- Laura. Laura. Laura, please.
- Laura, Laura, Laura. Laura!
- Three...
You'll never ever in a zillion
years guess who's on my phone.
- Captain Hauser.
- Good guess.
- It's for you.
- Uh, sorry.
- Tell him I'm in the shower.
- He says it's about the Irish.
- What about the Irish?
- Hey. There she is.
It's good to hear your voice.
It's not good to hear yours, and
you have some nerve calling me.
Come on, Laura. It's been over a year.
Oh, I am well aware of how long it's
been since you committed murder
and then tried to kill me, which brings us
back to, "You have some nerve calling."
I am also well aware that the second
biggest scumbag murderer I know,
Tommy the Irishman has been
transferred into Wakefield with you.
So, if you are calling to break that
news, I already read it in the Post.
Speaking of which, it's too bad
they are closing down that pub.
- What pub?
- You know, the Irish pub next to the apartments.
Broke up that off-track betting ring.
There was a furniture factory
next to those apartments.
That's right.
Is this about the Irishman's case?
- Is someone eavesdropping on you?
- Yeah, you never know.
Go back and see what's
on the menu these days.
Best tables were downstairs, remember?
- In the basement of the factory?
- Yeah.
I hear the corn beef is still
a little tough, though...
You'll need more than a knife and a fork.
Oh, son of a bitch.
The bodies?
Are the bodies in the factory basement?
Okay, I got to go. Don't be a stranger.
It's always visitors' day here.
Oh, Diamond.
Got an incoming call. Body at a Laundromat,
on Broome, stabbing, drugs. You and Roger.
Oh, Captain. I would love to, but
I just got hit with an avalanche of cramps.
Is your little friend visiting?
Because I'm usually next week.
Maybe our cycles have synced up,
unless you don't... anymore.
Hmm.
Hard to imagine the day when you
and I will sync up on anything.
Billy, Meredith, we got a body
at the Laundromat on Broome. Go.
We're on the move.
Did I just get cramps, too?
Not to beat this into the ground,
but isn't it a bit anti-feminist
to farm out the math homework to the man?
What... What message
does that send the boys?
Drill.
I am pretty sure the boys know
who wears the pants in the family.
Uh, before we commit to trespassing,
do you want to give me some small sense
of what it is that we are searching for?
Or not.
Sarah Price and Gary West.
That rings a bell.
Disappeared six years ago
along with 10 million bucks.
I remember that case. Perp
took down an armored truck
moving old currency to
the Fed for destruction.
Old unmarked currency.
Two guards killed, money never seen again,
Sarah Price was the Fed employee
who set up the money transfer,
Gary West drove the truck.
Almost every cop in the city
believed they plotted the ambush,
took the money and ran.
Let me guess, every cop except you.
Sarah had a husband and two little girls.
Maybe you'll leave a guy
for 10 million bucks,
but your own daughters? There's no way.
Then what happened to them?
I think they were killed, bodies stashed,
and then they were framed so the world
would blame them and the real
perp would get away with it.
- And, that would be?
- Thomas Mullens.
Tommy the Irishman?
He is doing 15 in Wakefield
Correction Facility.
For unrelated charges. The murders,
the money, never able to pin it on him.
So, suddenly you think that
the bodies are buried here.
Got a tip from a CI.
Ah.
I'd need more than a fork and a knife.
- Excuse me?
- I'll take that drill again.
Be my guest. You wear the pants.
Gary, still in his uniform.
And Sarah. I recognize that charm necklace
from the photos her husband gave me.
Her kids' names are engraved on it.
Yeah. We need Forensics down here.
No. Help me with the panel.
- What? Why?
- Because we are sealing it back up.
The hell we are. Laura!
What exactly is the plan here?
This is a crime scene, Laura.
- Protocol is to immediately call the ME.
- We will, soon.
- What's the problem with now?
- If my CI knew where the bodies were buried,
chances are he knows more than that.
Something that we could use to prove
that Mullens killed Sarah and Gary.
- So, you go to your CI while we exhume...
- That's not an option.
- Why the hell not?
- Because when Tommy the Irishman hears that
we're exhuming the bodies,
it will expose my CI.
He could be dead in an hour.
Your CI is on the inside?
Who the hell is this guy?
Hauser.
As in Captain Hauser, your
old boss? Are you kidding me?
He is a convicted murderer himself.
His tip panned out, but he told
me the information in code,
which means that somebody is watching him.
Laura, he killed a man
right underneath your nose.
He lied to you. He manipulated you.
He tried to shoot you, for God's sake.
Can we just focus on the
present and not the past?
- He gave us the bodies.
- 'Cause he wants to lure you to him.
No. Because he wants me to trust him.
And how the hell did he earn that?
You're not listening.
He... He earned it today.
- This is so hypocritical.
- What are you talking about?
I am there every day,
doing my best, by the boys,
by you, but the second I violate
the Laura Diamond code of conduct,
- I get my past thrown back in my face.
- This is different.
No, it's not. You trusted both
of us. We both let you down.
Why am I the only one who
doesn't deserve to be forgiven?
I am nowhere close to forgiving Dan Hauser.
And, like it or not, he is our source.
And he has to be protected, which means
that until we nail Mullens, no one can know,
not even Santini.
Jake,
this case kept me up all night
for a full year of my life.
If there is a chance that I could
finally close it, I have to try. Help me.
So, what now?
Thank you.
Now, I go to prison.
- Hey. You look good, kiddo.
- Yup.
So, how are the little guys doing?
- I wanted to send them something for their birthday.
- Can we not do this?
- What are we doing?
- You lost the right to a friendly conversation with me
when you stuck a gun in my
face and pulled the trigger.
You're still dining on crap?
I am going to die in prison
and I watch what I eat.
Oh, that's very thoughtful.
Unfortunately, you're forgetting
what pork rinds do to me.
I'll have to set up camp in the john.
I remember.
So, speaking of dining,
I, um...
I hit that Irish pub.
- And?
- You were right.
- It was exactly what I was looking for.
- Ah.
- Glad to hear that.
- The only thing is
it didn't fill me up, left me hungry.
So, do you have any other recommendations?
No, I wish I had something else to
report, but I don't get out much.
What's with all the Band-Aids?
Paper cuts.
Sitting in my cell all day,
doing legal research on my case,
unfortunately I hit a brick wall.
Not a lot of loopholes when
you kill your wife's lover
and then you try to kill
your best detective.
- I'll never stop regretting that.
- Good.
Hauser, time's up.
Is that it? I didn't get anything.
You will, hotshot. You will.
God, I miss you all.
Don't ever change, Hal.
You're an inspiration.
You can feel free to lick
the salt off my neck instead.
In front of 50 cops? I don't think so.
- Ah.
- Yes, we did.
Sounds sexy. What we hicimos?
- Closed that Laundromat stabbing you punted to us.
- In eight hours flat.
Mmm.
Okay. I liked you both better
before you were a couple.
- We're not a couple.
- Not at all.
- Whatever. Donde esta Jake?
- Esta alla.
- Ah. Gracias, amigo.
- Mmm-hmm.
Besos.
What did you get out of Hauser?
Not a thing?
Thank you.
Well, the visitor room isn't exactly a safe
space to tattle on your fellow prisoner.
- Nosy parkers everywhere.
- So, what do we do about the bodies?
I don't know. Hauser wanted
me aware for a reason.
You know, there has to be more
to the story, he implied as much.
Well, of course there is. He wants you to
go back there and keep him company again.
Something's nagging at me about this.
Just give me the night to
figure out what Hauser is up to.
Fine. Unless something hits
you like a ton of bricks,
- we will file the report in the morning.
- Deal.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Don't try and dance with me.
- I am not.
- Oh! Clearly, you are.
Why would I dance with a woman who runs
for cover the second I try to engage her
in a direct conversation
about our relationship?
Excuse me!
I called you out for being
a stubborn pain in the ass,
for acting like there is nothing I
can do to redeem myself in your eyes.
It wasn't the right time to have
that conversation, we were working.
Work day is over.
Also, I didn't have a good
answer, which I still don't have,
given that I am exhausted and I
really, really, really have to pee.
But I will think about it.
Deal.
- Good dance.
- We weren't dancing.
What are you so happy about?
I am not happy.
- I am sleep-deprived and my back is killing me.
- I know happy when I see it.
Did you get some last night?
- No.
- Well, either you did something nasty
or you're thinking about
doing something nasty.
I... I am not thinking anything.
So, can you just please
get the boys out the door?
School time.
Make sure you look out the window.
Anyone who rings the bell
this early is not a nice person.
- Daddy!
- Daddy!
You may wanna withdraw that last comment.
What are you doing here? I thought
we were driving in separately.
You haven't had the TV on?
And risk these boys falling down
the Bugs Bunny rabbit hole
when they're supposed to be
getting their reading minutes?
- That would be a no.
- That would be a no.
...power tools
to tunnel under the prison wall...
Is that Wakefield Correction?
Where they were then able to exit...
Again, the escapees are 48-year-old
Thomas Mullens aka Tommy the Irishman,
a career criminal from Queens, New
York, and 52-year old Dan Hauser,
the former NYPD captain convicted last
year of killing his late wife's lover.
Oh, my God!
It seems like there is more
to the story after all.
Based on the rotation of cell
block security personnel,
we know the fugitives fled the
facility between 2:00 and 5:00 a.m.
Now, my deputies and local PD
are conducting a fingertip
search in the surrounding field.
Our colleague said they will be here any
minute now. They'll be happy to join in.
Oh, we can use the bodies.
If the fugitives are on foot,
that places them within a 10-mile radius.
Roadblocks are set up in case
they've acquired a getaway vehicle.
No, there's no way Hauser walked 10 miles.
According to my partner,
he's got a bad disk, bad knees.
He couldn't do it,
even running for his life.
It's good to know. Speaking of your
partner, I understand that she paid a visit
to Dan Hauser just yesterday.
Any idea what brought her out?
Yeah, she was chasing down some
intel on a cold case that resurfaced.
The day before he bolts?
That's some coincidence.
Oh, good. Someone who's actually in charge.
- My partner, Detective...
- Diamond.
I am aware.
Can I help you with something, Detective?
Yes! You could tell Mr. Smiles
here to open up the cell,
so I can conduct a search
of the crime scene.
Oh, my deputies have already
combed through every inch.
Just the same, Major. With your
permission, we would like to see it.
We record all activity
within the crime scene.
You'll need to sign in.
Too bad Hauser wasn't watched this closely.
Could have avoided the
whole prison break thing.
How armed and dangerous can they be?
A couple middle-aged galoots
with a spoon and a chisel.
You're fooling yourself if
that's what you think this is here.
Nobody can escape without help
and help could include weapons.
And Hauser would put a bullet between
your eyes if you get in his way.
He was on the job, he's
not gonna shoot a cop.
The hell he's not.
A little harsh on that guy, don't you think?
Not at all. And the warning goes for
you, too. Hauser is a loose cannon.
- Stay close to me.
- I have a fragile stick around me somewhere?
Canine assist over here.
Watch out, Captain. Here we come.
He dug out right behind the bunk.
To hide with all the illegal boxes.
- We just assumed he was working on his appeal.
- It looks like he really was.
Notes in the margin, dog-eared pages.
Why prepare an appeal while
you prepare to escape?
Change of heart and decided
he couldn't win the appeal?
He was never going to win the appeal.
Unless
he just found another way.
Yeah. He did, through here.
No. He figured out another
way to redeem himself.
Hauser escaped to redeem himself?
For Hauser and me, Tommy the
Irishman and his $10-million stash,
it was like Moby Dick,
the one that got away.
If Hauser thought that if he escaped with
Mullens, he could recover that money...
He'd do it and then disappear
to some far-off island.
No, he wouldn't. He would deliver
Mullens and the money to me.
It's a hell of a stretch.
Hauser was my sergeant
before he was my captain.
We rode for two years, you
don't know him the way I do.
The way I did.
Well, regardless of how he bolted,
we need to find out where he bolted to.
And who helped him on the inside.
If you're implying that there's a dirty
corrections officer, can I remind you that
there are two COs within spitting distance?
They are suspicious of me.
I am suspicious of them.
- Max.
- Laura.
Mullens and Hauser must have
turned one of the prison guards,
possibly a woman like up in Clinton.
I need you to run background checks.
I am fairly certain they background
check guards before they're hired.
I need you to check again
with Max Carnegie depth.
Something wicked this way comes.
- Huh?
- Give me that.
I assume this is the rogue detective?
Oh, I get it.
Tell Max, "Touche."
No! I am telling you, "Get
back to this precinct." Now!
This better be important. You're wasting
valuable time dragging me down here.
I am wasting time? Huh.
I wonder who wasted time
yesterday abandoning her post
so that she could go visit
her murderer friend in prison.
I was investigating a cold case
involving Tommy the Irishman.
Hauser reached out to me with a lead.
And you felt the need to lie about it.
- Well, I wouldn't call it...
- Don't talk.
That lie made me wonder what
other lies you have up your sleeve?
Riddle me this. Why did you
buy a power drill yesterday?
- How do you know...
- I ran your credit card.
- Excuse me?
- Funny thing, Hauser used a power drill
to bore through the grading of his cell.
Obviously, it wasn't the same drill.
Not obvious to me or to the State Police
Major on the grounds at the prison,
and word on the cell block is that Hauser
had a female cop, an old friend of his,
that he could rely on if need be.
This must be part of Hauser's plan.
How does that even make sense?
Hauser knew if he reached out to me,
Tommy the Irishman would find out.
So, Hauser covered by making
it look like I was dirty.
Here's how it looks.
Two options, either you are a
fool who got played by Dan Hauser
or you're in on it with him.
- Oh, that's outrageous.
- Save your outrage for this. You're benched.
- You can't do that.
- Pending internal investigation.
So, why don't you go park
your ass at your desk
and catch up on paperwork
until further notice.
Badge and gun.
Dismissed.
Hungry?
I already ate.
Ahem.
Oh, actually I am starving.
Well, then, may I offer up a seasonal
vegetable salad on a bed of background checks
- for every Wakefield prison guard.
- Oh! It's delicious.
- Anything of note?
- No red flags, but three sad sack women
do seem ripe for a little male manipulation.
Mmm.
Well, let's see how well
they can be manipulated
by a certain male, blue-eyed detective.
So, movies and ice cream are a lot
less trouble than romance, huh?
I thought so, too.
Then I met Milt.
He's 70, but with proper medication,
he can still please a woman.
Wow!
So, you ever figure you'd
find a soul mate at work?
I've had three live-in boyfriends.
One screwed my best friend,
one took my savings,
and one quit his job to find
himself while I paid the bills.
I am done with men.
So, you don't have much of a social life?
I know what people are saying,
but I am nice to all the prisoners.
This place needs a little sunshine.
Not every man in here is a bad guy.
Especially a man like Dan Hauser.
Goes nuts while grieving, kills
for revenge, it's a sad story.
- I heard you and Hauser were close.
- Not close. We crossed paths.
He used the library to work on his appeal,
I escorted him, gave us time to talk.
Must have meant a lot to
him to have a friendly ear.
Of course. Being an innocent
man behind bars is hard.
Innocent?
So, Hauser convinced you that all he
needed was a chance to clear his name,
and you came through.
I bet he never mentioned that
Tommy was busting out with him.
A good woman like yourself might help an
innocent man escape, but she'd never free
a violent criminal like Mullens.
Of course not. Mullens is an animal.
He belongs here, not like Dan.
Mmm. If you helped Dan escape,
then you helped Mullens, too.
And if that animal hurts somebody while
he's out there, Vicky Lynn, that's on you.
It's... It's okay, Vicky.
You can tell me.
It was only a few tools.
That's a start. I need to
know where they are going.
You don't understand. I was
trying to fix an injustice.
You're going to jail for
aiding and abetting an escapee.
It's a felony, seven years.
You want to fix an injustice, then
fix the one you did to yourself.
Cut a few years off your sentence.
Tell me where they are headed.
Canada.
I was supposed to meet Dan
there once the coast was clear.
He used the library atlas to plot
their route through the woods.
We have you surrounded.
Fugitives, come down now.
Hell are we waiting on? If they're
up there, we should go get 'em.
Dial it down a notch, cowboy.
We're support here.
We'll fire. Last warning.
All right. End of the line, Hauser.
I don't think so.
It's just a decoy. Dislodge.
Damn it.
No find. We have no find.
Unscented baby wipes. Classic move.
Kill the scented trail, change clothes.
I'll bet you Hauser thought about it.
Yeah, this is search team one, go.
We've got verified intel that
our fugitives are headed to Canada
via Derby Line, Vermont.
That's a long way from the border.
They are not going to make it.
Yeah. I'd feel a lot better about that if
Mullens did not have an ex-cop on his side.
We got a thousand cops on
our side. We will find them.
If we made a run for it, where would we go?
Someplace without cold, hockey or
Justin Bieber, so definitely not...
Canada!
Based on that tone and
expression, you're unconvinced.
There's no way they headed to Canada.
Jake says Hauser's prints came back
on an atlas in the prison library
concentrated on pages detailing
the Vermont-Canada border.
Hauser was one step away from
committing the perfect murder.
He's too smart to give the actual
destination to his prison love bird.
The way you follow his
logic is a little bit scary.
Well, you learn a lot about
a guy when you drive around
all day with him in a patrol car.
I never spent the whole day in a car with...
Oh, does a chauffeur count?
No.
Well, let me tell you, it's monotonous.
You make up things to talk about
and Hauser's favorite
way to pass the time was,
"What would you do if you won the lottery?"
Oh, well, I know your answer
to that. Full-time masseuse,
- every Food Network chef on speed dial.
- Oh, God, yes, but not Flay.
No.
Hauser's fantasy included a fishing boat,
sunshine, small-batch tequila in Mexico.
So, if they are heading north,
it's only so that he can pull a U-ey
and run for a southern border.
Hey. Are you doing something investigative,
because you know what she said.
To hell with Santiani. I
am closing my damn case.
- Jake, I need you to go back to Hauser's cell.
- Hey.
I am telling you. We didn't miss anything.
This time search it like
you believe he's on our side
and he wants to leave us a clue.
Okay. I don't know.
It's the same stuff that was here before.
Books, legal files, there's
some bloody tissue in the trash.
He must be having nosebleeds again.
Allergies used to kick his ass.
Yeah. I don't know how much
pollen could get in here.
What's with all the Band-Aids?
Paper cuts.
Sitting in my cell all day,
doing legal research on my case,
unfortunately I hit a brick wall.
Jake, I need you to luminol the cell.
I'll be damned!
Charlie. Hauser wrote Charlie in his own
blood and wiped it off because he knew
traces of it would appear
in the black light.
- He hit a brick wall.
- He left us a bread crumb.
The question is who is Charlie?
Charlie isn't a who, it's a where.
Charlie sector. Our usual patrol
beat when Hauser was my sergeant.
He is sending a message.
This is where they are going.
You're telling me that one
word written on a prison wall
is enough to magically convince us
that Hauser is working an angle for you
instead of against you.
It's not magic, I have proof.
Well, I hope it's visible in the real
world and not just inside your head,
because State Police aren't gonna move
their perimeters based on a coded message
- that only you seem to understand.
- Sarah Price and Gary West.
Uh,
suspects in the cold case
armed robbery. What about them?
They didn't take the money
and run, they're dead.
Hauser tipped me off to
the location of the bodies,
- a furniture factory in Charlie sector.
- Unbelievable.
I was protecting my informant.
We will discuss the
finer points of procedure later.
- Convince me.
- Mullens planned the heist,
then he killed Sarah and Gary
to make it look like they fled with
the money. For that scheme to work,
Mullens had to be confident that Sarah
and Gary's bodies would never be found.
Well, technically they still
haven't been, thanks to you.
You hide bodies in a basement,
the only way that you know for sure
that they will never be found
is if you own the structure.
- Max, break it down.
- On it.
In 2003, Mullens sold,
complete with air quotes,
a property to Stateside Holdings.
Stateside transferred ownership
- to Clarke Properties who flipped it to...
- Uh...
Break it down a little faster, please.
An offshore entity known as Guild Trust.
Bam! Guild Trust owns the furniture factory
- where Laura found the bodies.
- It's Mullens' building.
We didn't find it back then
because the warrant didn't
cover all of Mullens' finances.
Guild Trust owns an additional
six properties in Charlie sector.
South of Houston between
Pike and Montgomery,
the missing 10 million has to be
hidden in one of these six buildings.
In other words, Laura was right.
I am somewhat convinced.
- Ooh, don't even think about being smug.
- Copy that.
Okay.
We'll hit all six buildings
with full tactical teams.
- Thank you.
- No. Don't thank me. Just be right.
Anything?
0 for 5.
- Six.
- Got nothing in mine.
- Right.
- Maybe Hauser and Mullens were here earlier
and we just missed them?
All right, head back to the precinct,
I will have patrol on aviation,
start a canvas, and, Bose, pull video
from every camera in this sector.
Um, maybe we can scrub it and try
and dig up where Mullens is hiding.
- I got to find him.
- It was a good hunch, Diamond.
It just didn't pan out. We'll keep looking.
Damn it, damn it.
Central, this is seven Charlie.
Seven Charlie,
go with your message.
Downgrade the armed
robbery call at the Dollar Bin,
East Broadway Montgomery,
to a petty larceny.
Victim now states no weapon was seen.
South of Houston between
Pike and Montgomery.
This is Detective Diamond,
2nd Precinct. What was stolen?
We've got it, Detective.
Your theft is in my search perimeter,
Officer. What was stolen? Now.
Witness says a flash light, trash
bags and a package of pork rinds.
You're forgetting what pork rinds do to me.
I'll have to set up camp in the john.
Come on, you wily bastard.
One more bread crumb, just give me one more.
- Bathroom.
- In the back.
Where is it? What did you do?
Waterproof eyeliner.
Would last on any surface.
Toilet.
Come on, baby. Please be there.
And there's my breadcrumb.
22 Rivington. That's
where they are headed.
That isn't one of Mullens' buildings.
I can't explain it, but that's
where the money is hidden.
Hauser left me another message.
22 Rivington. Max, what can you tell me?
The building suffered mondo
damage in Hurricane Sandy.
The owner is unresponsive to repair
notices so the city got a court order
to demo the building.
That's why Mullens had to act now before the
money was found or destroyed in the tear down.
- The owner is T. Rosario.
- Wait, Rosario? His mother's maiden name.
That Mullens is a slippery snake.
Okay. I am headed to Rivington now.
Have Santiani roll out the troops.
As soon as we can. Laura,
do not go in there alone.
Promise!
I promise, but hurry.
Put it all in.
Sorry, Jake.
Afraid it is time to say our goodbyes.
- You don't have to do this.
- Many apologies, friend, but I do.
Freeze, Mullens.
Hey, hotshot. Took you long enough.
It's been a while. My rhythm's a little off.
Take one more step and I will
blow his brains to kingdom come.
Really? Is that the best you can do?
He loves a cliche, he's been
spouting 'em since we broke up.
How about you both shut up?
You toss that gun on the floor, dearie. Now!
Now it's my turn for a cliche.
You know I can't do that.
- See her?
- Negative, she's probably already in there.
I thought you told her to stay outside.
Of course I told her to stay
outside. Damn it, Laura.
Mullens, listen. You're out
of prison, you got your money.
Maybe you can still get away.
But if you pull that
trigger, I will shoot you.
That is just lovely. She
doesn't want you to die, Hauser.
I suppose that makes you
my ticket out of here.
Oh, he loved to talk about
you. Oh, training you,
your first homicide case
and on and on and on.
It's... It's nauseating.
You couldn't find another topic?
Well, I had to convince this guy
that I was his ticket out of prison.
You got a better sales pitch than knowing
the best homicide cop in New York City,
having her wrapped around my finger?
It looks to me like her wheels are turning.
Trying to figure out a way
to get you out of here alive.
Here's my offer, Detective. You
turn around and you walk out.
- Let me and my money go.
- Only if Hauser walks out with me.
- Nonstarter. He stays with me.
- You save your breath.
- You shut the hell up!
- All right.
- Just take the shot.
- Dan.
- Laura.
- I don't have a shot!
Laura, you always have the shot.
It was never my plan to
make it out of this alive.
My life was over the minute
I killed Eric Walden.
You know this to be true,
so just take the shot.
I won't be the reason you die.
- The damn thing won't budge.
- We gotta make it budge.
- Not happening.
- Look, the SU will be here in two minutes.
- They will boom the door.
- We may not have two minutes.
What are you... All right.
- Detective, do your job.
- Oh, shut your damn mouth...
- Shoot!
- I usually count to three in these situations,
but today I'm feeling really jittery,
so I'm just going to go with,
"Drop it now!"
Looks like we got the bad guy.
You good?
I gave my statement to the borough
shooting team. They said no worries.
Shoot looks clean.
- Great. Report's all done, I just got to print a copy.
- Oh, I got it.
What was that about?
That's what you did to me
in the warehouse today.
Yeah, I was just protecting you.
And it better never happen again.
Meredith, you're my girl.
I am not just your girl. I am your partner.
And in case you have forgotten,
I am damn good a cop.
I haven't forgotten. I promise.
Then remember this.
I stand beside you, not behind you.
You go right, I go left. You hold
me back in the field one more time,
there will be hell to pay.
Roger that.
What?
That was really hot.
- It was?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Let's get out of here.
- Roger that.
I never thought I'd see this place again.
I imagine this place thought
it'd seen the last of you, too.
Hey, tell me the truth, how is she doing?
You'd have to ask her yourself.
Got it from here.
I have a call out to the DA.
I will make sure that they
know that you broke out
in order to help me get Mullens.
I doubt that it will take
any time off your sentence.
But maybe they'll waive any
new charges from the escape.
Laura, I made a choice
to kill a man that I felt
was responsible for my wife's death.
I can live with the consequences.
- This wasn't about, "Let's make a deal."
- Then, why?
The look on your face when you arrested me.
I... I can't get it out
of my mind and, um...
You were my family and I betrayed you,
and that's the part I will
never be able to live with.
My choices cost me you.
You cracked the case from inside prison.
You were...
Are...
A hell of a cop.
Hey.
We got to close the book
on this one together.
That's how we should say good-bye.
I'm so sorry.
We were able to get this.
This is what she was wearing.
It has both of your names on it.
You didn't have to do all
the paperwork yourself.
True, but now you owe me a
beer and I intend to collect.
You were right yesterday.
About me and forgiveness.
Oh, I bet that hurt.
You need something for the pain?
You are there for me
every day
and I appreciate it.
You.
And the forgiveness part?
I thought I was there.
Some days the hurt just hits all over again.
I am working on it.
Well, that's all I can ask.
in these situations,
but I'm feeling a little jittery,
so I'm just going to go with, "Drop it now!"
__
Question. How is it that second graders
have 10 pages of math homework a night?
They have 10 pages a week. I just
make them do all 10 on your night.
How is that fair?
Next week, I'll send their
dirty laundry instead.
Just don't forget you need bleach
to get out their skid marks,
and you really just...
You gotta get in there.
I am good with math.
Homicide, Diamond.
Hello, hotshot.
Although standard procedure was to wait
for a hostage negotiator
before opening fire.
Standard procedure is for douchebags.
Come on. Follow me, hotshot.
- Wrong number?
- As wrong as they come.
I'm gonna count to three and
then I'm coming to cuff you.
Don't make me do this, Laura.
- One...
- I mean it.
- Two...
- Laura. Laura. Laura, please.
- Laura, Laura, Laura. Laura!
- Three...
You'll never ever in a zillion
years guess who's on my phone.
- Captain Hauser.
- Good guess.
- It's for you.
- Uh, sorry.
- Tell him I'm in the shower.
- He says it's about the Irish.
- What about the Irish?
- Hey. There she is.
It's good to hear your voice.
It's not good to hear yours, and
you have some nerve calling me.
Come on, Laura. It's been over a year.
Oh, I am well aware of how long it's
been since you committed murder
and then tried to kill me, which brings us
back to, "You have some nerve calling."
I am also well aware that the second
biggest scumbag murderer I know,
Tommy the Irishman has been
transferred into Wakefield with you.
So, if you are calling to break that
news, I already read it in the Post.
Speaking of which, it's too bad
they are closing down that pub.
- What pub?
- You know, the Irish pub next to the apartments.
Broke up that off-track betting ring.
There was a furniture factory
next to those apartments.
That's right.
Is this about the Irishman's case?
- Is someone eavesdropping on you?
- Yeah, you never know.
Go back and see what's
on the menu these days.
Best tables were downstairs, remember?
- In the basement of the factory?
- Yeah.
I hear the corn beef is still
a little tough, though...
You'll need more than a knife and a fork.
Oh, son of a bitch.
The bodies?
Are the bodies in the factory basement?
Okay, I got to go. Don't be a stranger.
It's always visitors' day here.
Oh, Diamond.
Got an incoming call. Body at a Laundromat,
on Broome, stabbing, drugs. You and Roger.
Oh, Captain. I would love to, but
I just got hit with an avalanche of cramps.
Is your little friend visiting?
Because I'm usually next week.
Maybe our cycles have synced up,
unless you don't... anymore.
Hmm.
Hard to imagine the day when you
and I will sync up on anything.
Billy, Meredith, we got a body
at the Laundromat on Broome. Go.
We're on the move.
Did I just get cramps, too?
Not to beat this into the ground,
but isn't it a bit anti-feminist
to farm out the math homework to the man?
What... What message
does that send the boys?
Drill.
I am pretty sure the boys know
who wears the pants in the family.
Uh, before we commit to trespassing,
do you want to give me some small sense
of what it is that we are searching for?
Or not.
Sarah Price and Gary West.
That rings a bell.
Disappeared six years ago
along with 10 million bucks.
I remember that case. Perp
took down an armored truck
moving old currency to
the Fed for destruction.
Old unmarked currency.
Two guards killed, money never seen again,
Sarah Price was the Fed employee
who set up the money transfer,
Gary West drove the truck.
Almost every cop in the city
believed they plotted the ambush,
took the money and ran.
Let me guess, every cop except you.
Sarah had a husband and two little girls.
Maybe you'll leave a guy
for 10 million bucks,
but your own daughters? There's no way.
Then what happened to them?
I think they were killed, bodies stashed,
and then they were framed so the world
would blame them and the real
perp would get away with it.
- And, that would be?
- Thomas Mullens.
Tommy the Irishman?
He is doing 15 in Wakefield
Correction Facility.
For unrelated charges. The murders,
the money, never able to pin it on him.
So, suddenly you think that
the bodies are buried here.
Got a tip from a CI.
Ah.
I'd need more than a fork and a knife.
- Excuse me?
- I'll take that drill again.
Be my guest. You wear the pants.
Gary, still in his uniform.
And Sarah. I recognize that charm necklace
from the photos her husband gave me.
Her kids' names are engraved on it.
Yeah. We need Forensics down here.
No. Help me with the panel.
- What? Why?
- Because we are sealing it back up.
The hell we are. Laura!
What exactly is the plan here?
This is a crime scene, Laura.
- Protocol is to immediately call the ME.
- We will, soon.
- What's the problem with now?
- If my CI knew where the bodies were buried,
chances are he knows more than that.
Something that we could use to prove
that Mullens killed Sarah and Gary.
- So, you go to your CI while we exhume...
- That's not an option.
- Why the hell not?
- Because when Tommy the Irishman hears that
we're exhuming the bodies,
it will expose my CI.
He could be dead in an hour.
Your CI is on the inside?
Who the hell is this guy?
Hauser.
As in Captain Hauser, your
old boss? Are you kidding me?
He is a convicted murderer himself.
His tip panned out, but he told
me the information in code,
which means that somebody is watching him.
Laura, he killed a man
right underneath your nose.
He lied to you. He manipulated you.
He tried to shoot you, for God's sake.
Can we just focus on the
present and not the past?
- He gave us the bodies.
- 'Cause he wants to lure you to him.
No. Because he wants me to trust him.
And how the hell did he earn that?
You're not listening.
He... He earned it today.
- This is so hypocritical.
- What are you talking about?
I am there every day,
doing my best, by the boys,
by you, but the second I violate
the Laura Diamond code of conduct,
- I get my past thrown back in my face.
- This is different.
No, it's not. You trusted both
of us. We both let you down.
Why am I the only one who
doesn't deserve to be forgiven?
I am nowhere close to forgiving Dan Hauser.
And, like it or not, he is our source.
And he has to be protected, which means
that until we nail Mullens, no one can know,
not even Santini.
Jake,
this case kept me up all night
for a full year of my life.
If there is a chance that I could
finally close it, I have to try. Help me.
So, what now?
Thank you.
Now, I go to prison.
- Hey. You look good, kiddo.
- Yup.
So, how are the little guys doing?
- I wanted to send them something for their birthday.
- Can we not do this?
- What are we doing?
- You lost the right to a friendly conversation with me
when you stuck a gun in my
face and pulled the trigger.
You're still dining on crap?
I am going to die in prison
and I watch what I eat.
Oh, that's very thoughtful.
Unfortunately, you're forgetting
what pork rinds do to me.
I'll have to set up camp in the john.
I remember.
So, speaking of dining,
I, um...
I hit that Irish pub.
- And?
- You were right.
- It was exactly what I was looking for.
- Ah.
- Glad to hear that.
- The only thing is
it didn't fill me up, left me hungry.
So, do you have any other recommendations?
No, I wish I had something else to
report, but I don't get out much.
What's with all the Band-Aids?
Paper cuts.
Sitting in my cell all day,
doing legal research on my case,
unfortunately I hit a brick wall.
Not a lot of loopholes when
you kill your wife's lover
and then you try to kill
your best detective.
- I'll never stop regretting that.
- Good.
Hauser, time's up.
Is that it? I didn't get anything.
You will, hotshot. You will.
God, I miss you all.
Don't ever change, Hal.
You're an inspiration.
You can feel free to lick
the salt off my neck instead.
In front of 50 cops? I don't think so.
- Ah.
- Yes, we did.
Sounds sexy. What we hicimos?
- Closed that Laundromat stabbing you punted to us.
- In eight hours flat.
Mmm.
Okay. I liked you both better
before you were a couple.
- We're not a couple.
- Not at all.
- Whatever. Donde esta Jake?
- Esta alla.
- Ah. Gracias, amigo.
- Mmm-hmm.
Besos.
What did you get out of Hauser?
Not a thing?
Thank you.
Well, the visitor room isn't exactly a safe
space to tattle on your fellow prisoner.
- Nosy parkers everywhere.
- So, what do we do about the bodies?
I don't know. Hauser wanted
me aware for a reason.
You know, there has to be more
to the story, he implied as much.
Well, of course there is. He wants you to
go back there and keep him company again.
Something's nagging at me about this.
Just give me the night to
figure out what Hauser is up to.
Fine. Unless something hits
you like a ton of bricks,
- we will file the report in the morning.
- Deal.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Don't try and dance with me.
- I am not.
- Oh! Clearly, you are.
Why would I dance with a woman who runs
for cover the second I try to engage her
in a direct conversation
about our relationship?
Excuse me!
I called you out for being
a stubborn pain in the ass,
for acting like there is nothing I
can do to redeem myself in your eyes.
It wasn't the right time to have
that conversation, we were working.
Work day is over.
Also, I didn't have a good
answer, which I still don't have,
given that I am exhausted and I
really, really, really have to pee.
But I will think about it.
Deal.
- Good dance.
- We weren't dancing.
What are you so happy about?
I am not happy.
- I am sleep-deprived and my back is killing me.
- I know happy when I see it.
Did you get some last night?
- No.
- Well, either you did something nasty
or you're thinking about
doing something nasty.
I... I am not thinking anything.
So, can you just please
get the boys out the door?
School time.
Make sure you look out the window.
Anyone who rings the bell
this early is not a nice person.
- Daddy!
- Daddy!
You may wanna withdraw that last comment.
What are you doing here? I thought
we were driving in separately.
You haven't had the TV on?
And risk these boys falling down
the Bugs Bunny rabbit hole
when they're supposed to be
getting their reading minutes?
- That would be a no.
- That would be a no.
...power tools
to tunnel under the prison wall...
Is that Wakefield Correction?
Where they were then able to exit...
Again, the escapees are 48-year-old
Thomas Mullens aka Tommy the Irishman,
a career criminal from Queens, New
York, and 52-year old Dan Hauser,
the former NYPD captain convicted last
year of killing his late wife's lover.
Oh, my God!
It seems like there is more
to the story after all.
Based on the rotation of cell
block security personnel,
we know the fugitives fled the
facility between 2:00 and 5:00 a.m.
Now, my deputies and local PD
are conducting a fingertip
search in the surrounding field.
Our colleague said they will be here any
minute now. They'll be happy to join in.
Oh, we can use the bodies.
If the fugitives are on foot,
that places them within a 10-mile radius.
Roadblocks are set up in case
they've acquired a getaway vehicle.
No, there's no way Hauser walked 10 miles.
According to my partner,
he's got a bad disk, bad knees.
He couldn't do it,
even running for his life.
It's good to know. Speaking of your
partner, I understand that she paid a visit
to Dan Hauser just yesterday.
Any idea what brought her out?
Yeah, she was chasing down some
intel on a cold case that resurfaced.
The day before he bolts?
That's some coincidence.
Oh, good. Someone who's actually in charge.
- My partner, Detective...
- Diamond.
I am aware.
Can I help you with something, Detective?
Yes! You could tell Mr. Smiles
here to open up the cell,
so I can conduct a search
of the crime scene.
Oh, my deputies have already
combed through every inch.
Just the same, Major. With your
permission, we would like to see it.
We record all activity
within the crime scene.
You'll need to sign in.
Too bad Hauser wasn't watched this closely.
Could have avoided the
whole prison break thing.
How armed and dangerous can they be?
A couple middle-aged galoots
with a spoon and a chisel.
You're fooling yourself if
that's what you think this is here.
Nobody can escape without help
and help could include weapons.
And Hauser would put a bullet between
your eyes if you get in his way.
He was on the job, he's
not gonna shoot a cop.
The hell he's not.
A little harsh on that guy, don't you think?
Not at all. And the warning goes for
you, too. Hauser is a loose cannon.
- Stay close to me.
- I have a fragile stick around me somewhere?
Canine assist over here.
Watch out, Captain. Here we come.
He dug out right behind the bunk.
To hide with all the illegal boxes.
- We just assumed he was working on his appeal.
- It looks like he really was.
Notes in the margin, dog-eared pages.
Why prepare an appeal while
you prepare to escape?
Change of heart and decided
he couldn't win the appeal?
He was never going to win the appeal.
Unless
he just found another way.
Yeah. He did, through here.
No. He figured out another
way to redeem himself.
Hauser escaped to redeem himself?
For Hauser and me, Tommy the
Irishman and his $10-million stash,
it was like Moby Dick,
the one that got away.
If Hauser thought that if he escaped with
Mullens, he could recover that money...
He'd do it and then disappear
to some far-off island.
No, he wouldn't. He would deliver
Mullens and the money to me.
It's a hell of a stretch.
Hauser was my sergeant
before he was my captain.
We rode for two years, you
don't know him the way I do.
The way I did.
Well, regardless of how he bolted,
we need to find out where he bolted to.
And who helped him on the inside.
If you're implying that there's a dirty
corrections officer, can I remind you that
there are two COs within spitting distance?
They are suspicious of me.
I am suspicious of them.
- Max.
- Laura.
Mullens and Hauser must have
turned one of the prison guards,
possibly a woman like up in Clinton.
I need you to run background checks.
I am fairly certain they background
check guards before they're hired.
I need you to check again
with Max Carnegie depth.
Something wicked this way comes.
- Huh?
- Give me that.
I assume this is the rogue detective?
Oh, I get it.
Tell Max, "Touche."
No! I am telling you, "Get
back to this precinct." Now!
This better be important. You're wasting
valuable time dragging me down here.
I am wasting time? Huh.
I wonder who wasted time
yesterday abandoning her post
so that she could go visit
her murderer friend in prison.
I was investigating a cold case
involving Tommy the Irishman.
Hauser reached out to me with a lead.
And you felt the need to lie about it.
- Well, I wouldn't call it...
- Don't talk.
That lie made me wonder what
other lies you have up your sleeve?
Riddle me this. Why did you
buy a power drill yesterday?
- How do you know...
- I ran your credit card.
- Excuse me?
- Funny thing, Hauser used a power drill
to bore through the grading of his cell.
Obviously, it wasn't the same drill.
Not obvious to me or to the State Police
Major on the grounds at the prison,
and word on the cell block is that Hauser
had a female cop, an old friend of his,
that he could rely on if need be.
This must be part of Hauser's plan.
How does that even make sense?
Hauser knew if he reached out to me,
Tommy the Irishman would find out.
So, Hauser covered by making
it look like I was dirty.
Here's how it looks.
Two options, either you are a
fool who got played by Dan Hauser
or you're in on it with him.
- Oh, that's outrageous.
- Save your outrage for this. You're benched.
- You can't do that.
- Pending internal investigation.
So, why don't you go park
your ass at your desk
and catch up on paperwork
until further notice.
Badge and gun.
Dismissed.
Hungry?
I already ate.
Ahem.
Oh, actually I am starving.
Well, then, may I offer up a seasonal
vegetable salad on a bed of background checks
- for every Wakefield prison guard.
- Oh! It's delicious.
- Anything of note?
- No red flags, but three sad sack women
do seem ripe for a little male manipulation.
Mmm.
Well, let's see how well
they can be manipulated
by a certain male, blue-eyed detective.
So, movies and ice cream are a lot
less trouble than romance, huh?
I thought so, too.
Then I met Milt.
He's 70, but with proper medication,
he can still please a woman.
Wow!
So, you ever figure you'd
find a soul mate at work?
I've had three live-in boyfriends.
One screwed my best friend,
one took my savings,
and one quit his job to find
himself while I paid the bills.
I am done with men.
So, you don't have much of a social life?
I know what people are saying,
but I am nice to all the prisoners.
This place needs a little sunshine.
Not every man in here is a bad guy.
Especially a man like Dan Hauser.
Goes nuts while grieving, kills
for revenge, it's a sad story.
- I heard you and Hauser were close.
- Not close. We crossed paths.
He used the library to work on his appeal,
I escorted him, gave us time to talk.
Must have meant a lot to
him to have a friendly ear.
Of course. Being an innocent
man behind bars is hard.
Innocent?
So, Hauser convinced you that all he
needed was a chance to clear his name,
and you came through.
I bet he never mentioned that
Tommy was busting out with him.
A good woman like yourself might help an
innocent man escape, but she'd never free
a violent criminal like Mullens.
Of course not. Mullens is an animal.
He belongs here, not like Dan.
Mmm. If you helped Dan escape,
then you helped Mullens, too.
And if that animal hurts somebody while
he's out there, Vicky Lynn, that's on you.
It's... It's okay, Vicky.
You can tell me.
It was only a few tools.
That's a start. I need to
know where they are going.
You don't understand. I was
trying to fix an injustice.
You're going to jail for
aiding and abetting an escapee.
It's a felony, seven years.
You want to fix an injustice, then
fix the one you did to yourself.
Cut a few years off your sentence.
Tell me where they are headed.
Canada.
I was supposed to meet Dan
there once the coast was clear.
He used the library atlas to plot
their route through the woods.
We have you surrounded.
Fugitives, come down now.
Hell are we waiting on? If they're
up there, we should go get 'em.
Dial it down a notch, cowboy.
We're support here.
We'll fire. Last warning.
All right. End of the line, Hauser.
I don't think so.
It's just a decoy. Dislodge.
Damn it.
No find. We have no find.
Unscented baby wipes. Classic move.
Kill the scented trail, change clothes.
I'll bet you Hauser thought about it.
Yeah, this is search team one, go.
We've got verified intel that
our fugitives are headed to Canada
via Derby Line, Vermont.
That's a long way from the border.
They are not going to make it.
Yeah. I'd feel a lot better about that if
Mullens did not have an ex-cop on his side.
We got a thousand cops on
our side. We will find them.
If we made a run for it, where would we go?
Someplace without cold, hockey or
Justin Bieber, so definitely not...
Canada!
Based on that tone and
expression, you're unconvinced.
There's no way they headed to Canada.
Jake says Hauser's prints came back
on an atlas in the prison library
concentrated on pages detailing
the Vermont-Canada border.
Hauser was one step away from
committing the perfect murder.
He's too smart to give the actual
destination to his prison love bird.
The way you follow his
logic is a little bit scary.
Well, you learn a lot about
a guy when you drive around
all day with him in a patrol car.
I never spent the whole day in a car with...
Oh, does a chauffeur count?
No.
Well, let me tell you, it's monotonous.
You make up things to talk about
and Hauser's favorite
way to pass the time was,
"What would you do if you won the lottery?"
Oh, well, I know your answer
to that. Full-time masseuse,
- every Food Network chef on speed dial.
- Oh, God, yes, but not Flay.
No.
Hauser's fantasy included a fishing boat,
sunshine, small-batch tequila in Mexico.
So, if they are heading north,
it's only so that he can pull a U-ey
and run for a southern border.
Hey. Are you doing something investigative,
because you know what she said.
To hell with Santiani. I
am closing my damn case.
- Jake, I need you to go back to Hauser's cell.
- Hey.
I am telling you. We didn't miss anything.
This time search it like
you believe he's on our side
and he wants to leave us a clue.
Okay. I don't know.
It's the same stuff that was here before.
Books, legal files, there's
some bloody tissue in the trash.
He must be having nosebleeds again.
Allergies used to kick his ass.
Yeah. I don't know how much
pollen could get in here.
What's with all the Band-Aids?
Paper cuts.
Sitting in my cell all day,
doing legal research on my case,
unfortunately I hit a brick wall.
Jake, I need you to luminol the cell.
I'll be damned!
Charlie. Hauser wrote Charlie in his own
blood and wiped it off because he knew
traces of it would appear
in the black light.
- He hit a brick wall.
- He left us a bread crumb.
The question is who is Charlie?
Charlie isn't a who, it's a where.
Charlie sector. Our usual patrol
beat when Hauser was my sergeant.
He is sending a message.
This is where they are going.
You're telling me that one
word written on a prison wall
is enough to magically convince us
that Hauser is working an angle for you
instead of against you.
It's not magic, I have proof.
Well, I hope it's visible in the real
world and not just inside your head,
because State Police aren't gonna move
their perimeters based on a coded message
- that only you seem to understand.
- Sarah Price and Gary West.
Uh,
suspects in the cold case
armed robbery. What about them?
They didn't take the money
and run, they're dead.
Hauser tipped me off to
the location of the bodies,
- a furniture factory in Charlie sector.
- Unbelievable.
I was protecting my informant.
We will discuss the
finer points of procedure later.
- Convince me.
- Mullens planned the heist,
then he killed Sarah and Gary
to make it look like they fled with
the money. For that scheme to work,
Mullens had to be confident that Sarah
and Gary's bodies would never be found.
Well, technically they still
haven't been, thanks to you.
You hide bodies in a basement,
the only way that you know for sure
that they will never be found
is if you own the structure.
- Max, break it down.
- On it.
In 2003, Mullens sold,
complete with air quotes,
a property to Stateside Holdings.
Stateside transferred ownership
- to Clarke Properties who flipped it to...
- Uh...
Break it down a little faster, please.
An offshore entity known as Guild Trust.
Bam! Guild Trust owns the furniture factory
- where Laura found the bodies.
- It's Mullens' building.
We didn't find it back then
because the warrant didn't
cover all of Mullens' finances.
Guild Trust owns an additional
six properties in Charlie sector.
South of Houston between
Pike and Montgomery,
the missing 10 million has to be
hidden in one of these six buildings.
In other words, Laura was right.
I am somewhat convinced.
- Ooh, don't even think about being smug.
- Copy that.
Okay.
We'll hit all six buildings
with full tactical teams.
- Thank you.
- No. Don't thank me. Just be right.
Anything?
0 for 5.
- Six.
- Got nothing in mine.
- Right.
- Maybe Hauser and Mullens were here earlier
and we just missed them?
All right, head back to the precinct,
I will have patrol on aviation,
start a canvas, and, Bose, pull video
from every camera in this sector.
Um, maybe we can scrub it and try
and dig up where Mullens is hiding.
- I got to find him.
- It was a good hunch, Diamond.
It just didn't pan out. We'll keep looking.
Damn it, damn it.
Central, this is seven Charlie.
Seven Charlie,
go with your message.
Downgrade the armed
robbery call at the Dollar Bin,
East Broadway Montgomery,
to a petty larceny.
Victim now states no weapon was seen.
South of Houston between
Pike and Montgomery.
This is Detective Diamond,
2nd Precinct. What was stolen?
We've got it, Detective.
Your theft is in my search perimeter,
Officer. What was stolen? Now.
Witness says a flash light, trash
bags and a package of pork rinds.
You're forgetting what pork rinds do to me.
I'll have to set up camp in the john.
Come on, you wily bastard.
One more bread crumb, just give me one more.
- Bathroom.
- In the back.
Where is it? What did you do?
Waterproof eyeliner.
Would last on any surface.
Toilet.
Come on, baby. Please be there.
And there's my breadcrumb.
22 Rivington. That's
where they are headed.
That isn't one of Mullens' buildings.
I can't explain it, but that's
where the money is hidden.
Hauser left me another message.
22 Rivington. Max, what can you tell me?
The building suffered mondo
damage in Hurricane Sandy.
The owner is unresponsive to repair
notices so the city got a court order
to demo the building.
That's why Mullens had to act now before the
money was found or destroyed in the tear down.
- The owner is T. Rosario.
- Wait, Rosario? His mother's maiden name.
That Mullens is a slippery snake.
Okay. I am headed to Rivington now.
Have Santiani roll out the troops.
As soon as we can. Laura,
do not go in there alone.
Promise!
I promise, but hurry.
Put it all in.
Sorry, Jake.
Afraid it is time to say our goodbyes.
- You don't have to do this.
- Many apologies, friend, but I do.
Freeze, Mullens.
Hey, hotshot. Took you long enough.
It's been a while. My rhythm's a little off.
Take one more step and I will
blow his brains to kingdom come.
Really? Is that the best you can do?
He loves a cliche, he's been
spouting 'em since we broke up.
How about you both shut up?
You toss that gun on the floor, dearie. Now!
Now it's my turn for a cliche.
You know I can't do that.
- See her?
- Negative, she's probably already in there.
I thought you told her to stay outside.
Of course I told her to stay
outside. Damn it, Laura.
Mullens, listen. You're out
of prison, you got your money.
Maybe you can still get away.
But if you pull that
trigger, I will shoot you.
That is just lovely. She
doesn't want you to die, Hauser.
I suppose that makes you
my ticket out of here.
Oh, he loved to talk about
you. Oh, training you,
your first homicide case
and on and on and on.
It's... It's nauseating.
You couldn't find another topic?
Well, I had to convince this guy
that I was his ticket out of prison.
You got a better sales pitch than knowing
the best homicide cop in New York City,
having her wrapped around my finger?
It looks to me like her wheels are turning.
Trying to figure out a way
to get you out of here alive.
Here's my offer, Detective. You
turn around and you walk out.
- Let me and my money go.
- Only if Hauser walks out with me.
- Nonstarter. He stays with me.
- You save your breath.
- You shut the hell up!
- All right.
- Just take the shot.
- Dan.
- Laura.
- I don't have a shot!
Laura, you always have the shot.
It was never my plan to
make it out of this alive.
My life was over the minute
I killed Eric Walden.
You know this to be true,
so just take the shot.
I won't be the reason you die.
- The damn thing won't budge.
- We gotta make it budge.
- Not happening.
- Look, the SU will be here in two minutes.
- They will boom the door.
- We may not have two minutes.
What are you... All right.
- Detective, do your job.
- Oh, shut your damn mouth...
- Shoot!
- I usually count to three in these situations,
but today I'm feeling really jittery,
so I'm just going to go with,
"Drop it now!"
Looks like we got the bad guy.
You good?
I gave my statement to the borough
shooting team. They said no worries.
Shoot looks clean.
- Great. Report's all done, I just got to print a copy.
- Oh, I got it.
What was that about?
That's what you did to me
in the warehouse today.
Yeah, I was just protecting you.
And it better never happen again.
Meredith, you're my girl.
I am not just your girl. I am your partner.
And in case you have forgotten,
I am damn good a cop.
I haven't forgotten. I promise.
Then remember this.
I stand beside you, not behind you.
You go right, I go left. You hold
me back in the field one more time,
there will be hell to pay.
Roger that.
What?
That was really hot.
- It was?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Let's get out of here.
- Roger that.
I never thought I'd see this place again.
I imagine this place thought
it'd seen the last of you, too.
Hey, tell me the truth, how is she doing?
You'd have to ask her yourself.
Got it from here.
I have a call out to the DA.
I will make sure that they
know that you broke out
in order to help me get Mullens.
I doubt that it will take
any time off your sentence.
But maybe they'll waive any
new charges from the escape.
Laura, I made a choice
to kill a man that I felt
was responsible for my wife's death.
I can live with the consequences.
- This wasn't about, "Let's make a deal."
- Then, why?
The look on your face when you arrested me.
I... I can't get it out
of my mind and, um...
You were my family and I betrayed you,
and that's the part I will
never be able to live with.
My choices cost me you.
You cracked the case from inside prison.
You were...
Are...
A hell of a cop.
Hey.
We got to close the book
on this one together.
That's how we should say good-bye.
I'm so sorry.
We were able to get this.
This is what she was wearing.
It has both of your names on it.
You didn't have to do all
the paperwork yourself.
True, but now you owe me a
beer and I intend to collect.
You were right yesterday.
About me and forgiveness.
Oh, I bet that hurt.
You need something for the pain?
You are there for me
every day
and I appreciate it.
You.
And the forgiveness part?
I thought I was there.
Some days the hurt just hits all over again.
I am working on it.
Well, that's all I can ask.