The Mysteries of Laura (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Mystery of the Dead Heat - full transcript
I am with Tony.
Who cares? It's good food,
good wine, good music.
Don't be a weenie.
- You're seven years old.
- What are you? 70?
Come on. I love being your partner,
Laura, but I miss our friendship.
All right, I'll agree to Saturday
if you get a second opinion.
My doctor says I'm fine.
Yeah, your doctor told you that your
body needs to find the new moon.
I mean what is that?
- Walk it off?
- Walk it off, suck it up, whatever.
That's what I am doing,
per my doctor's orders.
Yeah. Well I have someone. Dr. Gould.
He has treated patients
with atrophic relation.
Are you Googling again?
No. My dad went to him for sleep apnea.
Your dad? You told loud mouth Leo? I thought
we were keeping this under the radar.
Who's he gonna tell? His dart league?
Look, if you don't wanna call Dr.
Gould, then don't call Dr. Gould.
We'll just have a table
for one Saturday night.
Detectives.
Matthew Burke.
Owns the place.
Ugh. What a way to go.
Cooked like a Christmas ham.
How long has he been in there?
All night from what I'm seeing.
Any sauna is like a glass
and your favorite wine,
safer in moderation.
And without a door jam blocking your exit.
Towel boy caught the obstruction
when he came in this morning,
that's when he found the body.
By the looks of these hands,
he put up quite a fight.
Yeah. I'll collect swabs and
we'll run it for assailant DNA.
My guess, he tore up his
hands fighting to get out.
What about the head trauma?
He's got contusions below the scalp.
Of course, I'll have to get a
closer look under the scope
to determine what type
of weapon was employed.
Incapacitated, dragged in here.
No cameras to catch any of this?
No, I didn't see any.
I thought the clients wouldn't
appreciate locker room surveillance.
What's in his pocket?
Why do men insist on carrying
big-ass keys in their pocket?
That's why God invented handbags.
Then when he adds a beer
tap we'll get on board.
Where's my husband?
What happened to my husband?
- Let her through.
- Where's my husband? Where is he?
- Ma'am, don't get angry.
- Show him to me. No. Show him to me.
- I need to see what happened to him.
- Ma'am, I'm sorry.
What happened? What happened?
Matt put up with so much.
When I was diagnosed with MS,
he...
He quit everything.
He went from copyright
attorney to physical trainer,
so that he can better help me help myself.
Sounds like true love.
He was good.
Soon he got his own clients
and then his own gym.
When was the last time you saw your husband?
Last night.
He picked me up from work and
he drove me to physical therapy.
- Where do you work?
- The Department of Buildings
on Chamber Street.
It's not so easy to take
a subway with crutches.
Matt bought one those customized vans,
so even I could drive myself,
but he would still chauffeur me
around whenever he had time.
When he didn't come to get me, I...
I tried his cell,
but I just figured he was busy,
still working. And I took a cab home
and I...
And I fell asleep, you
know, waiting for him.
Cecilia, did your husband have any enemies?
Anyone who might have had a grudge?
Um...
He had a...
A client. Uh, years ago when he was an
attorney, who sued him for malpractice.
We're going to need his name
and contact info if you could track it down.
I'll have an officer take you home.
I can drive myself. I have, uh...
My van's outside.
Who would do this?
I'm gonna find out.
Crime texts' have been coming
up empty on workable prints.
And the only malpractice suit Laura
found in Matthew Burke's work history
was filed by a 73-year old
who's been dead for 18 months.
According to one of the trainers,
Matthew got into a showdown
with a gym member last week.
She threatened to file
some kind of complaint.
A lot better than what I got. You win.
Julie McKenna. Brooklyn
address, Zucky's bike shop.
Give it to Laura. She and
Jake are right down there.
Wow.
It's official.
You can put a price tag at any junk
at all and call it merchandise.
Reduce, reuse, recycle.
Although I think artists
prefer the term "upcycle."
I prefer the term "crap cycle."
- Hello.
- Go harder.
Harder.
Now bring it. Faster.
- Porn shoot?
- Oh, Debbie does Brooklyn.
All right. Come on.
You got this. Go, go.
Don't fall behind. Drive
all the way through it.
Harder.
- Well, bring it faster!
- This guy is good.
Yeah, anyone can pull that off
assuming you got all
day long to train for it.
Come on, baby. You got this. Go.
Go.
Well, when the doctor
gives you the go ahead,
you can get right back out there.
I just might, assuming your dad approves.
Go, go, go, go, go.
All the elements combined 30:08.
Still need to shave 10 seconds.
Julie McKenna.
- NYPD.
- We've already spoken to the city.
- All of this is permitted.
- And impressive.
It has to be. It's training
for American Ninja Warrior.
Had to replicate several
obstacles off the course.
Bikes and metal work only pay so many bills.
Well, you made it look easy.
It wasn't a moon landing.
We'd like to ask you some
questions about Matthew Burke.
From the gym? What about him?
He was murdered.
Oh, my God.
The owner at Soma.
We understand that you
made a complaint to him.
Can you elaborate on that?
Some perv at the gym had
been watching her for weeks.
It made me very uncomfortable,
and Matthew said that he
would take care of it.
Can you give us the name of the perv?
Archie something.
I threatened to get the police involved
unless Matthew did something about it.
- Did he?
- Yes, finally.
They had words, but that didn't stop
Archie from coming back again.
I saw him last night.
You were there? What time?
7-8, maybe 8:30.
Met with some girlfriends right after.
What time was Archie there?
Right before I left.
He didn't look happy.
- Location of gym member...
- Archie Vale.
Archie Vale.
Archie. My guess is, he's speed
eating pizza with Jughead.
Hello, Laura.
- She hung up.
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Everything okay?
My mom is a psycho.
She's force of nature.
You should meet her someday
then you'll understand.
Yeah, maybe, someday.
Still no murder weapon.
Laura and Reynaldo are comparing contusions
with blunt objects from the scene.
Any luck here?
We are running the vic's phone
records and collected his office laptop.
What's on it?
Don't know. System's locked and
his wife doesn't know the password.
I'm working to cut through it.
That gym member who got
booty tossed by your vic,
legal name Archibald Vale.
- Any record?
- Glad you asked.
Multiple convictions for
breaking and entering.
Motive, opportunity, criminal disposition.
- We just need an address.
- Itty bitty problem.
His gym application lists a P.O. box.
The NB says his license and registration are
current, but the address has a new tenant.
No forwarding info either.
Hold on, crime fighters.
This dark cloud happens
to be lined with silver.
Archibald has parking tickets, lots of them.
Lots doesn't necessarily narrow the field.
Knew that. So, I triangulate the locations
and they formed a neat little cluster.
Observe. Every green marker means a
parking violation for poor Archie.
Same sector, only five
blocks between them all.
Chances are he's living
somewhere in that area.
Finding that car might be a start.
Not an inkling?
You must have some idea what rung his bell.
Not yet.
I am looking at two
semi-circular lacerations,
three up-long hematomas, para-mortem,
non-force, non-fatal.
Irregular markings.
Very much so.
Yeah. I am not seeing anything
matching those wounds.
ME archives may have
some helpful comparisons.
I will give them a call.
You're gonna be sitting on
a park bench feeding pigeons
by the time they get back
to you with something.
I am not enamored by assailants
with creativity, Diamond.
This weapon was more about opportunity.
Heat of the moment.
Saw in a crime scene humor.
- So soon?
- No, just bad.
Marker number four, a ticket issued
for Archie's 2004, blue Ford Taurus
on the 11th at 8:43 A.M.
Ugh. All for four.
Still no sign of the car or him.
I'm starting to feel the
chill of a trail gone cold.
Establishing patterns, criminal
behavior 101, Detective.
- Okay.
- There are two more markers that way.
So, what pattern have we
established for Archie
besides a blatant disregard
for parking restrictions?
Have you noticed that every one of these
tickets is within a block or two of Cafe Bravos?
Within a block or two of a lot of things.
And every ticket issued around 10:00 A.M.?
A random factoid?
Two more, Cafe Bravos serves
the cheapest breakfast in town
and they only serve
breakfast until 10:00 A.M.,
and it's almost 10:00 A.M.
Factoid not so random after all.
I am guessing that Archie cannot
turn his back on their continental.
No Archie in sight.
Creative theory, Broderick.
Clearly had me thinking you were
going to stick that dismount.
Matching car. Matching plates.
Oh, looks abandoned.
Oh!
NYPD. Don't move.
Check the car.
What you got?
Matthew Burke's gym bag.
Next time you take a swing
at a cop, don't miss.
You should be thanking me, Archie.
Practically had to handcuff
Detective Broderick
so he didn't come in
here and beat you silly.
Yeah, he's not allowed to do that.
And you're not allowed to
come at him with a lug wrench.
I didn't know he was a cop.
I almost got carjacked last week.
Thought he was trying to steal my stuff.
Like you stole Matthew Burke's.
It's not like that. We had an understanding.
What was what? You two exchanged
words shortly before his death.
Conversations, that's all.
Archie, I have your record, and I
know exactly what kind of guy you are.
- You have no idea.
- Don't I?
Both of your B&E's were at
your last known address.
Do you know what else they found in
your car besides Matthew's gym bag?
Deodorants, blankets, a pillow.
How long have you been homeless?
- A while.
- Stayed in your neighborhood.
It was familiar.
I only broke into my old place,
take some things before
the new tenants moved in.
And you used the gym for what?
Heat, AC, a decent shower?
Some dignity.
Still has some six months
left on the membership.
Lost my job,
my wife.
It was the only place I had left.
Until Matthew kicked you out.
He had no choice.
That woman was making
me out to be a predator.
I may have looked her way a
time or two, but that was it.
She said that you came back
after you were sent away.
Someone wedged open the
rear fire door for some air.
I took advantage. I slipped
in, got cleaned up and left.
Maybe, but how does Matthew's
gym bag end up in your car?
He gave it to me.
The clothes in that bag were
hand outs of his lost and found.
This is the same guy who let me
use his laptop to send out resumes.
Why would I kill him?
Nobody did more for me than Matt.
Okay. If what you're telling me is true,
you might be able to prove it.
With the password to Matthew's laptop.
Matthew's laptop is unlocked.
Archie's telling the truth.
Just because he has the password doesn't
mean that Matthew gave him the password.
Maybe Archie found it
after he committed murder.
Okay. Well, I'll dig into
this, see what we find.
Yes, of course, due diligence.
But, clearly, Archie didn't kill him.
There's no motive.
Matthew Burke was helping Archie Vale.
So says Archie Wale?
Meredith has sat across from the guy
and her gut is saying that
he's telling the truth.
- Okay. My gut.
- Mine, too.
- Okay.
- Two guts don't make a right.
Tactile evidence equals
higher conviction rate.
Depending on who's right,
I have good news or bad.
Reynaldo compared Matthew Burke's head
trauma to the lug wrench from Archie's car,
it's not the murder weapon.
Reynaldo showed me the wounds.
A match to the lug wrench
was, uh, wishful thinking.
I'd say that this is tactile.
Diamond, one, Santini, zip.
Zip it with the Santini.
And the wrench being excluded as the murder
weapon does not exonerate our suspect.
Oh, found a file on the desktop.
A resume for one Archie Vale.
Guess he was telling the truth.
Two for two and the crowd goes wild. Ahhh!
Yeah. Hey, Diamond, try working
on the case and not on my nerves.
And, we're holding Archie until I
am positive that he is not our guy.
You're playing with fire, girl.
Break out the marshmallows.
Mommy is a prized fighter.
And going for the knock out, man.
You shouldn't have
told her you have a girlfriend.
I don't have a girlfriend.
Who told you? Laura?
Nobody. I just made my usual observations.
Of what? What did we do?
It's what you didn't do.
Partners rib each other, they
trash talk, they back slap.
You two do none of that.
And from that you knew
that we were a couple.
I'm a detective.
Okay, look. Keep it close
to the vest, will you?
Yeah, it's too late.
- It's kind of out there already.
- Max?
It's so obvious.
Hair Plug Hal?
Oh, my God.
Great. Well, my mom is
all over me about me now,
- I might as well do it now.
- Absolutely not.
Really?
I have a father-in-law, ex-father-in-law,
who still knows of all of my business.
Just ease off the throttle a little bit.
Keep family out of it as
long as humanly possible.
Otherwise, Meredith will
feel the pressure. Trust me.
Look, no offense, but Meredith isn't Laura
and your relationship wasn't
exactly a resounding success.
It's your funeral.
Oh, damn. Check
out our vic's computer.
One folder with an extra wall of encryption,
I finally get it open
and there are no words.
Whoa, hello.
- Okay. Wow.
- Okay, grow up boys.
They're just photos.
You've seen a naked couple before,
an acrobatic naked couple doing tricks.
It never shows their faces.
If the lighting was a little bit better,
I would almost call it artistic.
- Oh, well, he's...
- Trying too hard.
Okay, so, a whole folder
dedicated to very
interesting sexual positions.
It's the same two people in all of them.
It's certainly not our victim.
He doesn't look like he's
ever set foot in a gym,
much less owned one.
- Can you back up to this other one again?
- Yeah.
Look at the woman's wrist.
Can you punch in closer?
A medic alert bracelet.
This is Cecilia. This may not be our
victim, but it's our murder victim's wife.
But, if he is not her
husband, then who is he?
Don't know, but he might be our murderer.
NYPD.
Mrs. Burke.
Mrs. Burke.
Cecilia?
It's okay.
I'm fine.
I'm sorry about the mess.
I've just kind of lost it.
Oh...
This is still cleaner than my
house has been in years.
I'm sorry to intrude, but I
really have to ask you something.
Is it possible that the man in
these photos killed your husband?
No.
He is my sexual surrogate.
Um...
I may need a little help with that one.
Since I was diagnosed with MS,
sex hadn't been the same for Matthew and me.
So, I found a specialist who could help me
with my physical and libidinal issues.
And the slide show?
It is for instruction.
I'm gonna need the number of this guy.
You can imagine how embarrassing this is.
I didn't even want the handicap placard,
but Matthew was so worried about me.
We, uh... We ended up getting
on of those custom vans
with the jump seat and the automatic buttons
to do the things my hands and legs can't do.
Yeah, I saw the giant
remote on the keychain.
My OCD husband was always
replacing the battery in that thing.
Every time he got out of
the van, he would check
and recheck the latch
on the mechanical lift.
He was taking care of you.
I could hear the latch rattling
on my drive this morning.
Of all the times for him
to forget that, you know.
It was like he was joking
with me from above.
Matthew never forget?
So, why last night?
I don't know.
If someone locked the van
only using the remote
and didn't know about the latch,
would that explain why it wasn't secured?
I suppose.
His big set of keys with the remote
were shoved into his shorts pocket.
Did Matthew usually stick that
whole keychain in his pocket?
I guess I just usually saw him holding
them or putting them into his backpack.
- Is this important?
- Might be.
Did you keep anything valuable in the van?
No. Why do you ask?
Maybe Matthew didn't put
the keys in his pocket.
Maybe his killer did
after using them to get into your van.
I... I don't understand, why...
I have no idea.
You mind if we inspect the vehicle?
No, of course.
You followed up on the Cecilia Burke story?
Yep. Talked to the surrogate himself.
Saw an invoice.
Seriously weird brochure,
and it all checks out.
Sex surrogates?
You learn something new every day.
You know, my cousin, Hector,
he is looking for a job.
I should tell him about
that this Thanksgiving.
- You should.
- Maybe pull up a chair for you.
Turkey feast, cubano style,
- cousins, mom...
- Oh, ha.
My parents would self-combust if I
didn't come home for Thanksgiving.
That's cool.
What's with all the family
talk all of a sudden?
Nothing. So, I've been
searching for anything.
Fresh damages, secret compartments.
And I want prints.
"Crime tech report shows no identifiable
ridge detail on the vehicle inside and out,"
that doesn't belong to Cecilia.
Hold on. We know Matthew drove
this car the night he was killed,
so shouldn't his prints
be in this report as well?
Not unless someone else, who was in the van,
wiped it down before Cecilia drove it today.
We don't have anything connecting
this mini van to the murder.
These are all the items
Billy pulled from the van.
I say we start with Cecilia's work stuff.
Why isn't Cecilia's work
stuff at home with Cecilia?
Matthew carried it in for her every
night because of her disability.
I bet it's the last thing on her mind now.
Blueprints.
Cecilia worked at the
Department of Buildings?
A compliance officer.
She makes sure that renovations adhere
with the Americans with Disabilities Act.
A lot of properties here.
I'm not sure that means much to us.
What is these or one of these, any of these,
were a high-value target?
Blueprints would be hard to come
by, but Cecilia has access to them.
Could be our killer was after these.
And Matthew Burke was collateral damage.
Cecilia has them with her all the time.
Except Thursdays.
Cecilia at PT, Matthew in the gym.
The plans were in the minivan unattended,
Archie told Meredith that someone
wedged open the fire door that night.
Well, maybe that someone snuck in,
borrowed Matthew's keys
from the locker room.
Took photographs of the
blueprints inside of the minivan.
Then wiped down the keys for
prints as to avoid suspicion.
- Matthew got in the way.
- Perp struck him on his head
and dragged him to the sauna.
And shoved those big-ass keys in his pocket.
Collateral damage.
It's all a lot of window dressing
without an actual killer.
Okay.
Forensics from the minivan.
Not exactly the case clincher.
A lot of chemical breakdowns,
fancy words for dark soil,
light sand,
orange fibers,
food particles.
Neon orange fibers?
A few threads from a fabric transfer.
The obstacle course at the bike shop.
- The safety netting was...
- Neon orange.
I bet Julie or her ripped
husband was in the minivan.
Or both of them, and he's not that ripped.
I'll go with Billy and Meredith.
You get back to Cecilia.
We need to know about these blueprints.
Connor. Julie McKenna. NYPD.
Clear.
Sweep the back room.
All clear in there.
Actually, it's all been cleaned out.
Looks like they're not
planning to come back either.
Every lot on this block has empty cans.
Why are these full?
Because they got something to hide.
Take a look at this.
Looks like a piece of workout equipment.
It's a tricep press-down bar.
Check out the sticker.
Matthew Burke's gym.
Yep. Now, let's look at
the head wounds again.
Three bruises from the straight portion,
two semi-circular lacerations from the ends.
I see it. We could be
looking at our murder weapon.
Guys, you gonna wanna come see this.
Oh. Still warm.
Had themselves a going-away
bonfire before they bounced.
Covering their tracks.
New York Department of Buildings.
Copies of Cecilia Burke's blueprints.
I bet you one of her job sites is a target.
So, we have two murderers on the run?
We have to figure out what their end game is
before they kill again.
Keep me posted. All right.
All right. So APB is out. Nothing yet.
But deep background has Connor
moving between US defense contractors
up until 2010, in Afghanistan, Yemen...
Something tells me it
wasn't for humanitarian aid.
Demolition and explosives.
The guy has tons of military contacts
and enough registered firepower
to arm half of Brooklyn.
And, what about Mrs. Rambo?
Six months ago,
Julie's temp agency placed her at
Burr Municipal plaza for three weeks.
That's Cecilia's office.
Three weeks is plenty of time
for her to survey her target.
Especially if Connor was
telling her what to look for.
- Yeah.
- What do you got?
Catalog, protein powder,
and one shipping receipt for
a subterranean GPS system.
Underground positioning.
What the hell are these people up to?
I covered 12 buildings.
How are we supposed to narrow this down?
We have evidence that suggests
they're going underground.
So, which of these buildings
have subterranean access?
Uh...
Uh...
These four.
Sorry.
These five...
All have accessible basements.
Okay. Well, five is better than 12.
Let's see if we can get it down to one.
Check this. Found
it in the ash of the fire pit.
See, that's why you spring
for a shredder. What is it?
- Train schedule?
- Yeah, or subway
or boat, ferry,
plane, helicopter...
Spaceship?
You making fun of me?
Little bit.
Tech cruise is coming up big in there.
Their garage is practically
covered in RDX residue.
That's what they use to make C4.
So, they weren't just building one speeds,
they were building bombs.
Yeah. Her husband has a
background in demolitions.
He's probably familiar with
a variety of explosives.
My guess is a lot of it.
We also found det chords and fuses.
Directional explosives.
A crew blasted into a
stash house two years ago.
They drilled in, mounted it,
and then blasted clean through
16 inches of concrete.
They're not blowing something up.
They're blasting in.
"Would any of these buildings
be targets for C4 explosives?"
These are all plain concrete foundations.
No reinforcements. A blast
wouldn't break into the building,
it would bring it down.
This one butts up against the
retaining wall of the Hudson river.
Okay.
What about this one?
Take a good look.
Make anything of this?
- What is it?
- Some kind of schedule.
The numbers are descending.
And, therefore...
The sun.
- Dammit, I would have gotten there.
- Where?
Every day, the sun sets one or two
minutes earlier. These are sundowns.
Owl patrol.
Boy Scout, troop 242.
Okay, so, what day of the year
does the sun set at 5:58 P.M.?
On it.
It looks like they circled one time, crossed
it out and then circled another time.
Whatever they're planning, they moved it up.
Planning to do it sooner.
That's why this place is a ghost
town, they know we're on to them.
5:59 sunset is...
Today.
It's happening today.
The question is, where?
Is there anything distinct
about Broadway and Cedar?
I mean, I suppose if they were to breach
the foundation along the southern wall,
they could gain access through the
ventilation systems, right here.
- Okay. What's in the building?
- It's offices.
The Fengate Savings and Loan
has the entire first floor.
- Was it helpful?
- We may be stopping a bank robbery.
Detective Broderick.
I appreciate your discretion for the bank.
Even the rumor of a security
breach can be disastrous.
Oh, I understand. Anything suspicious?
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Billy is circling the perimeter with the ESU
and the security cameras
have eyeballs on the basement
as well as the ventilation crawl spaces.
- All clear.
- Well, maybe, we got here ahead of the...
Maybe not.
No one was hurt. Fire
department's done a sweep.
Billy and the ESUs are handling
evac of the upper floors.
Okay. Bomb squad's combing
the premises with custodial.
This couple operates
with military precision,
plans for months
then hits one hiccup and packs it in.
Look at that camera.
Powergrid's down, but the
system's on backup generator.
My gut, they knew the blast
wouldn't take out security.
Then, what are they after?
Con Ed's power outage is a 12-block radius?
Yep. They are saying the grid
will be back up in 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, emergency response protocols
put half of lower Manhattan in lockdown.
The bank isn't their primary target.
They're going after one of
Cecilia's other buildings.
Can you pull up actual
pictures of these buildings?
I need to see which may
be high-value targets.
Well, none, unless if you would
count a yoghurt shop as high value.
Oh. You would.
Uh, patrol officers took
these earlier today.
Surveillance photos of the
properties in question.
What are you looking for?
Son of a bitch.
Sonny and Cher weren't training
for American Ninja Warrior,
they were training for this.
Wait, what's this building?
Um, it looks like those old
apartments on Williams Street.
Williams Street.
They were never going after the bank.
What are they after?
Something a hell of a lot worse.
The second precinct was able to prevent
what could have been a
massive bank security breach.
- The community is still on high alert.
- They were never
going after the bank.
What? That's not what I told the chief.
Sonny and Cher want us there
celebrating the victory,
but the real job is happening five
blocks away on Williams Street.
What's on Williams Street?
The corner property at Williams and John.
The NYPD Admin Annex.
They are tunneling in from next door.
To crack into the
department's property wall.
That building has to have
self-generating backup security.
They never linked into the backup
generator after the hurricane damage.
That's why they blew the transformer.
There are no alarms, there's no cameras.
And 30 minutes until Con Ed
gets the grid backup online.
These guys are after the
money and the contraband,
but one toe inside that vault
corrupts evidence of countless cases.
The chain of custody broken for hundreds.
All of that evidence would
have to be thrown out.
And just as many felons walk free.
Although, we're assuming that they can get
inside and out before the grid's backup.
30:08, you still need to shave 10 seconds.
30 minutes. They can.
Grid's back up in 12 minutes.
They'll reach the vault any
minute if they haven't already.
Building's on the emergency protocol
lockdown, but what's the point of entry?
The netting to the garbage chute,
up the scaffolding, flip on to the roof.
This is the real obstacle course.
Which gives them airshaft access
directly into the basement.
Which leaves one wall between
them and the annex next door.
With no working lights, they
need to be up before sundown
without flashlights drawing attention.
Circle the perimeter.
Laura and I will get inside.
- Just make sure they don't slip out.
- Okay.
Keep it locked.
Jake, are you...
I'm fine, keep going.
Shh.
What? What? You hear something?
Shh.
What is it?
Laura, get back!
Oh.
Get up, damn it.
Laura, we gotta get up.
Jake, if they
get that vault door open...
I know, I know.
NYPD, don't move!
10-13. Shots fired. Shots fired at 10 John.
We need backup at 10 John.
You know when the boys
split up before bathtime...
You take one, I'll take the other.
- Whoever you want.
- Sonny. You take Cher.
Go, go, go.
Ah.
Got him! Go get her!
NYPD, hands.
We got her.
Suspect's in custody.
You and your wife are arrested
for the murder of Matthew Burke.
She got you in through fire exit at the gym.
The owner caught you returning
with his keys, so you killed him.
All that planning foiled by
a mid-workout bathroom break.
Looks like two spots just opened
up on American Ninja Warrior.
Maybe we'll go for it.
You think we got a shot?
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Right, right, right. Gracias. Gracias.
Uh, she's just dropping off my hoodie.
I left it at her house.
Uh, everyone, this is my mom, Sylvia.
Mommy, esto es Max.
Esto es Jake.
Nice to meet you.
Esta es Meredith.
- Earplugs.
- Hmm.
Um, okay, so everyone,
let's let the cops go back
to their saving the city.
- Good-bye.
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I'm the one who didn't know
about the property vault.
I'm the one hyping this
non-existent bank heist.
I'm the one who looks like a dumb ass
on the six o'clock news.
I'm sorry, sir, but they
did attack the bank.
The intel that we had...
It's not about intel, Captain.
It's about optics.
When you embarrass me,
you embarrass the badge.
I just wanted to let you know
that we released Archie Vale.
- Not now, Diamond.
- Um, just... Before I go,
I just wanted to congratulate you
on a, a brilliant strategy.
- What strategy?
- It was Captain Santiani's idea
to keep the property vault lead under wraps.
If we had tipped our hand,
it could have compromised all of it.
So, you were tactically withholding?
Tactically withholding. Exactly.
You got a sly one here, Captain.
I'd keep my eye on her.
- Always do, sir.
- Well, I've got another press briefing,
unless there's something
else I shouldn't know?
No.
Here, Diamond. I know
that you weren't obligated
to do that, so, um, noted.
Aw. We can hug it out now.
No?
Did I miss it? Did she cry? Can she cry?
You used to be fun. You have a visitor.
- Cecilia.
- I, uh, I wanted to thank you, Detective.
Cecilia, I should be thanking you.
Without your help, we never
would have caught them.
I can't help but think about that vault.
All that evidence...
If Matthew hadn't interfered,
so many criminals might have gone free.
That's true. Who knows
how many lives he saved?
That's something, right?
It really is.
Let me walk you out.
- I'll be okay.
- I know.
I guess, I got the next round.
Oh. You should be buying
drinks for your mother
coming all this way just to meet me.
What are you talking about?
My mom was just dropping off my sweatshirt.
You own more hoodies than
Justin Bieber circa 2010.
Come clean. You set the whole thing up.
I plead the fifth.
There is a reason why
we keep this on the DL.
We can't be partners and
whatever else we are.
Is this about
us protecting our jobs?
Or are you are feeling the pressure
of taking this to the next level?
I'm glad people found out.
As a matter of fact, I want
to tell the world about you.
Hell, I'd settle for bringing
you into my neighborhood
and makin' 'em jealous.
- Wow.
- Damn right, "Wow."
Hmm.
Well, how about you start by
taking me to your apartment,
and making the cab driver jealous?
Back to you.
Hmm, that was us,
what, 11 years ago?
A lot of water under the bridge.
Dirty, skanky water.
It's like that song goes,
"Sometimes you don't know
what you got, till it's gone."
Are you talking about us?
Or are you just mad you couldn't
run down Bonnie and Clyde?
When I was 30, that would have been cake.
We were idiots back then.
We're wiser now.
We know what's good for us.
We see a doctor when we need to.
Okay, you win.
Get that doctor's number from Leo.
But, I win, too.
Dinner, Il Buco. Saturday at eight.
This Saturday. Got Tony.
Okay, Diamond.
But you owe me a date.
Bring me a doctor's note. We'll talk.
Who cares? It's good food,
good wine, good music.
Don't be a weenie.
- You're seven years old.
- What are you? 70?
Come on. I love being your partner,
Laura, but I miss our friendship.
All right, I'll agree to Saturday
if you get a second opinion.
My doctor says I'm fine.
Yeah, your doctor told you that your
body needs to find the new moon.
I mean what is that?
- Walk it off?
- Walk it off, suck it up, whatever.
That's what I am doing,
per my doctor's orders.
Yeah. Well I have someone. Dr. Gould.
He has treated patients
with atrophic relation.
Are you Googling again?
No. My dad went to him for sleep apnea.
Your dad? You told loud mouth Leo? I thought
we were keeping this under the radar.
Who's he gonna tell? His dart league?
Look, if you don't wanna call Dr.
Gould, then don't call Dr. Gould.
We'll just have a table
for one Saturday night.
Detectives.
Matthew Burke.
Owns the place.
Ugh. What a way to go.
Cooked like a Christmas ham.
How long has he been in there?
All night from what I'm seeing.
Any sauna is like a glass
and your favorite wine,
safer in moderation.
And without a door jam blocking your exit.
Towel boy caught the obstruction
when he came in this morning,
that's when he found the body.
By the looks of these hands,
he put up quite a fight.
Yeah. I'll collect swabs and
we'll run it for assailant DNA.
My guess, he tore up his
hands fighting to get out.
What about the head trauma?
He's got contusions below the scalp.
Of course, I'll have to get a
closer look under the scope
to determine what type
of weapon was employed.
Incapacitated, dragged in here.
No cameras to catch any of this?
No, I didn't see any.
I thought the clients wouldn't
appreciate locker room surveillance.
What's in his pocket?
Why do men insist on carrying
big-ass keys in their pocket?
That's why God invented handbags.
Then when he adds a beer
tap we'll get on board.
Where's my husband?
What happened to my husband?
- Let her through.
- Where's my husband? Where is he?
- Ma'am, don't get angry.
- Show him to me. No. Show him to me.
- I need to see what happened to him.
- Ma'am, I'm sorry.
What happened? What happened?
Matt put up with so much.
When I was diagnosed with MS,
he...
He quit everything.
He went from copyright
attorney to physical trainer,
so that he can better help me help myself.
Sounds like true love.
He was good.
Soon he got his own clients
and then his own gym.
When was the last time you saw your husband?
Last night.
He picked me up from work and
he drove me to physical therapy.
- Where do you work?
- The Department of Buildings
on Chamber Street.
It's not so easy to take
a subway with crutches.
Matt bought one those customized vans,
so even I could drive myself,
but he would still chauffeur me
around whenever he had time.
When he didn't come to get me, I...
I tried his cell,
but I just figured he was busy,
still working. And I took a cab home
and I...
And I fell asleep, you
know, waiting for him.
Cecilia, did your husband have any enemies?
Anyone who might have had a grudge?
Um...
He had a...
A client. Uh, years ago when he was an
attorney, who sued him for malpractice.
We're going to need his name
and contact info if you could track it down.
I'll have an officer take you home.
I can drive myself. I have, uh...
My van's outside.
Who would do this?
I'm gonna find out.
Crime texts' have been coming
up empty on workable prints.
And the only malpractice suit Laura
found in Matthew Burke's work history
was filed by a 73-year old
who's been dead for 18 months.
According to one of the trainers,
Matthew got into a showdown
with a gym member last week.
She threatened to file
some kind of complaint.
A lot better than what I got. You win.
Julie McKenna. Brooklyn
address, Zucky's bike shop.
Give it to Laura. She and
Jake are right down there.
Wow.
It's official.
You can put a price tag at any junk
at all and call it merchandise.
Reduce, reuse, recycle.
Although I think artists
prefer the term "upcycle."
I prefer the term "crap cycle."
- Hello.
- Go harder.
Harder.
Now bring it. Faster.
- Porn shoot?
- Oh, Debbie does Brooklyn.
All right. Come on.
You got this. Go, go.
Don't fall behind. Drive
all the way through it.
Harder.
- Well, bring it faster!
- This guy is good.
Yeah, anyone can pull that off
assuming you got all
day long to train for it.
Come on, baby. You got this. Go.
Go.
Well, when the doctor
gives you the go ahead,
you can get right back out there.
I just might, assuming your dad approves.
Go, go, go, go, go.
All the elements combined 30:08.
Still need to shave 10 seconds.
Julie McKenna.
- NYPD.
- We've already spoken to the city.
- All of this is permitted.
- And impressive.
It has to be. It's training
for American Ninja Warrior.
Had to replicate several
obstacles off the course.
Bikes and metal work only pay so many bills.
Well, you made it look easy.
It wasn't a moon landing.
We'd like to ask you some
questions about Matthew Burke.
From the gym? What about him?
He was murdered.
Oh, my God.
The owner at Soma.
We understand that you
made a complaint to him.
Can you elaborate on that?
Some perv at the gym had
been watching her for weeks.
It made me very uncomfortable,
and Matthew said that he
would take care of it.
Can you give us the name of the perv?
Archie something.
I threatened to get the police involved
unless Matthew did something about it.
- Did he?
- Yes, finally.
They had words, but that didn't stop
Archie from coming back again.
I saw him last night.
You were there? What time?
7-8, maybe 8:30.
Met with some girlfriends right after.
What time was Archie there?
Right before I left.
He didn't look happy.
- Location of gym member...
- Archie Vale.
Archie Vale.
Archie. My guess is, he's speed
eating pizza with Jughead.
Hello, Laura.
- She hung up.
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Everything okay?
My mom is a psycho.
She's force of nature.
You should meet her someday
then you'll understand.
Yeah, maybe, someday.
Still no murder weapon.
Laura and Reynaldo are comparing contusions
with blunt objects from the scene.
Any luck here?
We are running the vic's phone
records and collected his office laptop.
What's on it?
Don't know. System's locked and
his wife doesn't know the password.
I'm working to cut through it.
That gym member who got
booty tossed by your vic,
legal name Archibald Vale.
- Any record?
- Glad you asked.
Multiple convictions for
breaking and entering.
Motive, opportunity, criminal disposition.
- We just need an address.
- Itty bitty problem.
His gym application lists a P.O. box.
The NB says his license and registration are
current, but the address has a new tenant.
No forwarding info either.
Hold on, crime fighters.
This dark cloud happens
to be lined with silver.
Archibald has parking tickets, lots of them.
Lots doesn't necessarily narrow the field.
Knew that. So, I triangulate the locations
and they formed a neat little cluster.
Observe. Every green marker means a
parking violation for poor Archie.
Same sector, only five
blocks between them all.
Chances are he's living
somewhere in that area.
Finding that car might be a start.
Not an inkling?
You must have some idea what rung his bell.
Not yet.
I am looking at two
semi-circular lacerations,
three up-long hematomas, para-mortem,
non-force, non-fatal.
Irregular markings.
Very much so.
Yeah. I am not seeing anything
matching those wounds.
ME archives may have
some helpful comparisons.
I will give them a call.
You're gonna be sitting on
a park bench feeding pigeons
by the time they get back
to you with something.
I am not enamored by assailants
with creativity, Diamond.
This weapon was more about opportunity.
Heat of the moment.
Saw in a crime scene humor.
- So soon?
- No, just bad.
Marker number four, a ticket issued
for Archie's 2004, blue Ford Taurus
on the 11th at 8:43 A.M.
Ugh. All for four.
Still no sign of the car or him.
I'm starting to feel the
chill of a trail gone cold.
Establishing patterns, criminal
behavior 101, Detective.
- Okay.
- There are two more markers that way.
So, what pattern have we
established for Archie
besides a blatant disregard
for parking restrictions?
Have you noticed that every one of these
tickets is within a block or two of Cafe Bravos?
Within a block or two of a lot of things.
And every ticket issued around 10:00 A.M.?
A random factoid?
Two more, Cafe Bravos serves
the cheapest breakfast in town
and they only serve
breakfast until 10:00 A.M.,
and it's almost 10:00 A.M.
Factoid not so random after all.
I am guessing that Archie cannot
turn his back on their continental.
No Archie in sight.
Creative theory, Broderick.
Clearly had me thinking you were
going to stick that dismount.
Matching car. Matching plates.
Oh, looks abandoned.
Oh!
NYPD. Don't move.
Check the car.
What you got?
Matthew Burke's gym bag.
Next time you take a swing
at a cop, don't miss.
You should be thanking me, Archie.
Practically had to handcuff
Detective Broderick
so he didn't come in
here and beat you silly.
Yeah, he's not allowed to do that.
And you're not allowed to
come at him with a lug wrench.
I didn't know he was a cop.
I almost got carjacked last week.
Thought he was trying to steal my stuff.
Like you stole Matthew Burke's.
It's not like that. We had an understanding.
What was what? You two exchanged
words shortly before his death.
Conversations, that's all.
Archie, I have your record, and I
know exactly what kind of guy you are.
- You have no idea.
- Don't I?
Both of your B&E's were at
your last known address.
Do you know what else they found in
your car besides Matthew's gym bag?
Deodorants, blankets, a pillow.
How long have you been homeless?
- A while.
- Stayed in your neighborhood.
It was familiar.
I only broke into my old place,
take some things before
the new tenants moved in.
And you used the gym for what?
Heat, AC, a decent shower?
Some dignity.
Still has some six months
left on the membership.
Lost my job,
my wife.
It was the only place I had left.
Until Matthew kicked you out.
He had no choice.
That woman was making
me out to be a predator.
I may have looked her way a
time or two, but that was it.
She said that you came back
after you were sent away.
Someone wedged open the
rear fire door for some air.
I took advantage. I slipped
in, got cleaned up and left.
Maybe, but how does Matthew's
gym bag end up in your car?
He gave it to me.
The clothes in that bag were
hand outs of his lost and found.
This is the same guy who let me
use his laptop to send out resumes.
Why would I kill him?
Nobody did more for me than Matt.
Okay. If what you're telling me is true,
you might be able to prove it.
With the password to Matthew's laptop.
Matthew's laptop is unlocked.
Archie's telling the truth.
Just because he has the password doesn't
mean that Matthew gave him the password.
Maybe Archie found it
after he committed murder.
Okay. Well, I'll dig into
this, see what we find.
Yes, of course, due diligence.
But, clearly, Archie didn't kill him.
There's no motive.
Matthew Burke was helping Archie Vale.
So says Archie Wale?
Meredith has sat across from the guy
and her gut is saying that
he's telling the truth.
- Okay. My gut.
- Mine, too.
- Okay.
- Two guts don't make a right.
Tactile evidence equals
higher conviction rate.
Depending on who's right,
I have good news or bad.
Reynaldo compared Matthew Burke's head
trauma to the lug wrench from Archie's car,
it's not the murder weapon.
Reynaldo showed me the wounds.
A match to the lug wrench
was, uh, wishful thinking.
I'd say that this is tactile.
Diamond, one, Santini, zip.
Zip it with the Santini.
And the wrench being excluded as the murder
weapon does not exonerate our suspect.
Oh, found a file on the desktop.
A resume for one Archie Vale.
Guess he was telling the truth.
Two for two and the crowd goes wild. Ahhh!
Yeah. Hey, Diamond, try working
on the case and not on my nerves.
And, we're holding Archie until I
am positive that he is not our guy.
You're playing with fire, girl.
Break out the marshmallows.
Mommy is a prized fighter.
And going for the knock out, man.
You shouldn't have
told her you have a girlfriend.
I don't have a girlfriend.
Who told you? Laura?
Nobody. I just made my usual observations.
Of what? What did we do?
It's what you didn't do.
Partners rib each other, they
trash talk, they back slap.
You two do none of that.
And from that you knew
that we were a couple.
I'm a detective.
Okay, look. Keep it close
to the vest, will you?
Yeah, it's too late.
- It's kind of out there already.
- Max?
It's so obvious.
Hair Plug Hal?
Oh, my God.
Great. Well, my mom is
all over me about me now,
- I might as well do it now.
- Absolutely not.
Really?
I have a father-in-law, ex-father-in-law,
who still knows of all of my business.
Just ease off the throttle a little bit.
Keep family out of it as
long as humanly possible.
Otherwise, Meredith will
feel the pressure. Trust me.
Look, no offense, but Meredith isn't Laura
and your relationship wasn't
exactly a resounding success.
It's your funeral.
Oh, damn. Check
out our vic's computer.
One folder with an extra wall of encryption,
I finally get it open
and there are no words.
Whoa, hello.
- Okay. Wow.
- Okay, grow up boys.
They're just photos.
You've seen a naked couple before,
an acrobatic naked couple doing tricks.
It never shows their faces.
If the lighting was a little bit better,
I would almost call it artistic.
- Oh, well, he's...
- Trying too hard.
Okay, so, a whole folder
dedicated to very
interesting sexual positions.
It's the same two people in all of them.
It's certainly not our victim.
He doesn't look like he's
ever set foot in a gym,
much less owned one.
- Can you back up to this other one again?
- Yeah.
Look at the woman's wrist.
Can you punch in closer?
A medic alert bracelet.
This is Cecilia. This may not be our
victim, but it's our murder victim's wife.
But, if he is not her
husband, then who is he?
Don't know, but he might be our murderer.
NYPD.
Mrs. Burke.
Mrs. Burke.
Cecilia?
It's okay.
I'm fine.
I'm sorry about the mess.
I've just kind of lost it.
Oh...
This is still cleaner than my
house has been in years.
I'm sorry to intrude, but I
really have to ask you something.
Is it possible that the man in
these photos killed your husband?
No.
He is my sexual surrogate.
Um...
I may need a little help with that one.
Since I was diagnosed with MS,
sex hadn't been the same for Matthew and me.
So, I found a specialist who could help me
with my physical and libidinal issues.
And the slide show?
It is for instruction.
I'm gonna need the number of this guy.
You can imagine how embarrassing this is.
I didn't even want the handicap placard,
but Matthew was so worried about me.
We, uh... We ended up getting
on of those custom vans
with the jump seat and the automatic buttons
to do the things my hands and legs can't do.
Yeah, I saw the giant
remote on the keychain.
My OCD husband was always
replacing the battery in that thing.
Every time he got out of
the van, he would check
and recheck the latch
on the mechanical lift.
He was taking care of you.
I could hear the latch rattling
on my drive this morning.
Of all the times for him
to forget that, you know.
It was like he was joking
with me from above.
Matthew never forget?
So, why last night?
I don't know.
If someone locked the van
only using the remote
and didn't know about the latch,
would that explain why it wasn't secured?
I suppose.
His big set of keys with the remote
were shoved into his shorts pocket.
Did Matthew usually stick that
whole keychain in his pocket?
I guess I just usually saw him holding
them or putting them into his backpack.
- Is this important?
- Might be.
Did you keep anything valuable in the van?
No. Why do you ask?
Maybe Matthew didn't put
the keys in his pocket.
Maybe his killer did
after using them to get into your van.
I... I don't understand, why...
I have no idea.
You mind if we inspect the vehicle?
No, of course.
You followed up on the Cecilia Burke story?
Yep. Talked to the surrogate himself.
Saw an invoice.
Seriously weird brochure,
and it all checks out.
Sex surrogates?
You learn something new every day.
You know, my cousin, Hector,
he is looking for a job.
I should tell him about
that this Thanksgiving.
- You should.
- Maybe pull up a chair for you.
Turkey feast, cubano style,
- cousins, mom...
- Oh, ha.
My parents would self-combust if I
didn't come home for Thanksgiving.
That's cool.
What's with all the family
talk all of a sudden?
Nothing. So, I've been
searching for anything.
Fresh damages, secret compartments.
And I want prints.
"Crime tech report shows no identifiable
ridge detail on the vehicle inside and out,"
that doesn't belong to Cecilia.
Hold on. We know Matthew drove
this car the night he was killed,
so shouldn't his prints
be in this report as well?
Not unless someone else, who was in the van,
wiped it down before Cecilia drove it today.
We don't have anything connecting
this mini van to the murder.
These are all the items
Billy pulled from the van.
I say we start with Cecilia's work stuff.
Why isn't Cecilia's work
stuff at home with Cecilia?
Matthew carried it in for her every
night because of her disability.
I bet it's the last thing on her mind now.
Blueprints.
Cecilia worked at the
Department of Buildings?
A compliance officer.
She makes sure that renovations adhere
with the Americans with Disabilities Act.
A lot of properties here.
I'm not sure that means much to us.
What is these or one of these, any of these,
were a high-value target?
Blueprints would be hard to come
by, but Cecilia has access to them.
Could be our killer was after these.
And Matthew Burke was collateral damage.
Cecilia has them with her all the time.
Except Thursdays.
Cecilia at PT, Matthew in the gym.
The plans were in the minivan unattended,
Archie told Meredith that someone
wedged open the fire door that night.
Well, maybe that someone snuck in,
borrowed Matthew's keys
from the locker room.
Took photographs of the
blueprints inside of the minivan.
Then wiped down the keys for
prints as to avoid suspicion.
- Matthew got in the way.
- Perp struck him on his head
and dragged him to the sauna.
And shoved those big-ass keys in his pocket.
Collateral damage.
It's all a lot of window dressing
without an actual killer.
Okay.
Forensics from the minivan.
Not exactly the case clincher.
A lot of chemical breakdowns,
fancy words for dark soil,
light sand,
orange fibers,
food particles.
Neon orange fibers?
A few threads from a fabric transfer.
The obstacle course at the bike shop.
- The safety netting was...
- Neon orange.
I bet Julie or her ripped
husband was in the minivan.
Or both of them, and he's not that ripped.
I'll go with Billy and Meredith.
You get back to Cecilia.
We need to know about these blueprints.
Connor. Julie McKenna. NYPD.
Clear.
Sweep the back room.
All clear in there.
Actually, it's all been cleaned out.
Looks like they're not
planning to come back either.
Every lot on this block has empty cans.
Why are these full?
Because they got something to hide.
Take a look at this.
Looks like a piece of workout equipment.
It's a tricep press-down bar.
Check out the sticker.
Matthew Burke's gym.
Yep. Now, let's look at
the head wounds again.
Three bruises from the straight portion,
two semi-circular lacerations from the ends.
I see it. We could be
looking at our murder weapon.
Guys, you gonna wanna come see this.
Oh. Still warm.
Had themselves a going-away
bonfire before they bounced.
Covering their tracks.
New York Department of Buildings.
Copies of Cecilia Burke's blueprints.
I bet you one of her job sites is a target.
So, we have two murderers on the run?
We have to figure out what their end game is
before they kill again.
Keep me posted. All right.
All right. So APB is out. Nothing yet.
But deep background has Connor
moving between US defense contractors
up until 2010, in Afghanistan, Yemen...
Something tells me it
wasn't for humanitarian aid.
Demolition and explosives.
The guy has tons of military contacts
and enough registered firepower
to arm half of Brooklyn.
And, what about Mrs. Rambo?
Six months ago,
Julie's temp agency placed her at
Burr Municipal plaza for three weeks.
That's Cecilia's office.
Three weeks is plenty of time
for her to survey her target.
Especially if Connor was
telling her what to look for.
- Yeah.
- What do you got?
Catalog, protein powder,
and one shipping receipt for
a subterranean GPS system.
Underground positioning.
What the hell are these people up to?
I covered 12 buildings.
How are we supposed to narrow this down?
We have evidence that suggests
they're going underground.
So, which of these buildings
have subterranean access?
Uh...
Uh...
These four.
Sorry.
These five...
All have accessible basements.
Okay. Well, five is better than 12.
Let's see if we can get it down to one.
Check this. Found
it in the ash of the fire pit.
See, that's why you spring
for a shredder. What is it?
- Train schedule?
- Yeah, or subway
or boat, ferry,
plane, helicopter...
Spaceship?
You making fun of me?
Little bit.
Tech cruise is coming up big in there.
Their garage is practically
covered in RDX residue.
That's what they use to make C4.
So, they weren't just building one speeds,
they were building bombs.
Yeah. Her husband has a
background in demolitions.
He's probably familiar with
a variety of explosives.
My guess is a lot of it.
We also found det chords and fuses.
Directional explosives.
A crew blasted into a
stash house two years ago.
They drilled in, mounted it,
and then blasted clean through
16 inches of concrete.
They're not blowing something up.
They're blasting in.
"Would any of these buildings
be targets for C4 explosives?"
These are all plain concrete foundations.
No reinforcements. A blast
wouldn't break into the building,
it would bring it down.
This one butts up against the
retaining wall of the Hudson river.
Okay.
What about this one?
Take a good look.
Make anything of this?
- What is it?
- Some kind of schedule.
The numbers are descending.
And, therefore...
The sun.
- Dammit, I would have gotten there.
- Where?
Every day, the sun sets one or two
minutes earlier. These are sundowns.
Owl patrol.
Boy Scout, troop 242.
Okay, so, what day of the year
does the sun set at 5:58 P.M.?
On it.
It looks like they circled one time, crossed
it out and then circled another time.
Whatever they're planning, they moved it up.
Planning to do it sooner.
That's why this place is a ghost
town, they know we're on to them.
5:59 sunset is...
Today.
It's happening today.
The question is, where?
Is there anything distinct
about Broadway and Cedar?
I mean, I suppose if they were to breach
the foundation along the southern wall,
they could gain access through the
ventilation systems, right here.
- Okay. What's in the building?
- It's offices.
The Fengate Savings and Loan
has the entire first floor.
- Was it helpful?
- We may be stopping a bank robbery.
Detective Broderick.
I appreciate your discretion for the bank.
Even the rumor of a security
breach can be disastrous.
Oh, I understand. Anything suspicious?
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Billy is circling the perimeter with the ESU
and the security cameras
have eyeballs on the basement
as well as the ventilation crawl spaces.
- All clear.
- Well, maybe, we got here ahead of the...
Maybe not.
No one was hurt. Fire
department's done a sweep.
Billy and the ESUs are handling
evac of the upper floors.
Okay. Bomb squad's combing
the premises with custodial.
This couple operates
with military precision,
plans for months
then hits one hiccup and packs it in.
Look at that camera.
Powergrid's down, but the
system's on backup generator.
My gut, they knew the blast
wouldn't take out security.
Then, what are they after?
Con Ed's power outage is a 12-block radius?
Yep. They are saying the grid
will be back up in 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, emergency response protocols
put half of lower Manhattan in lockdown.
The bank isn't their primary target.
They're going after one of
Cecilia's other buildings.
Can you pull up actual
pictures of these buildings?
I need to see which may
be high-value targets.
Well, none, unless if you would
count a yoghurt shop as high value.
Oh. You would.
Uh, patrol officers took
these earlier today.
Surveillance photos of the
properties in question.
What are you looking for?
Son of a bitch.
Sonny and Cher weren't training
for American Ninja Warrior,
they were training for this.
Wait, what's this building?
Um, it looks like those old
apartments on Williams Street.
Williams Street.
They were never going after the bank.
What are they after?
Something a hell of a lot worse.
The second precinct was able to prevent
what could have been a
massive bank security breach.
- The community is still on high alert.
- They were never
going after the bank.
What? That's not what I told the chief.
Sonny and Cher want us there
celebrating the victory,
but the real job is happening five
blocks away on Williams Street.
What's on Williams Street?
The corner property at Williams and John.
The NYPD Admin Annex.
They are tunneling in from next door.
To crack into the
department's property wall.
That building has to have
self-generating backup security.
They never linked into the backup
generator after the hurricane damage.
That's why they blew the transformer.
There are no alarms, there's no cameras.
And 30 minutes until Con Ed
gets the grid backup online.
These guys are after the
money and the contraband,
but one toe inside that vault
corrupts evidence of countless cases.
The chain of custody broken for hundreds.
All of that evidence would
have to be thrown out.
And just as many felons walk free.
Although, we're assuming that they can get
inside and out before the grid's backup.
30:08, you still need to shave 10 seconds.
30 minutes. They can.
Grid's back up in 12 minutes.
They'll reach the vault any
minute if they haven't already.
Building's on the emergency protocol
lockdown, but what's the point of entry?
The netting to the garbage chute,
up the scaffolding, flip on to the roof.
This is the real obstacle course.
Which gives them airshaft access
directly into the basement.
Which leaves one wall between
them and the annex next door.
With no working lights, they
need to be up before sundown
without flashlights drawing attention.
Circle the perimeter.
Laura and I will get inside.
- Just make sure they don't slip out.
- Okay.
Keep it locked.
Jake, are you...
I'm fine, keep going.
Shh.
What? What? You hear something?
Shh.
What is it?
Laura, get back!
Oh.
Get up, damn it.
Laura, we gotta get up.
Jake, if they
get that vault door open...
I know, I know.
NYPD, don't move!
10-13. Shots fired. Shots fired at 10 John.
We need backup at 10 John.
You know when the boys
split up before bathtime...
You take one, I'll take the other.
- Whoever you want.
- Sonny. You take Cher.
Go, go, go.
Ah.
Got him! Go get her!
NYPD, hands.
We got her.
Suspect's in custody.
You and your wife are arrested
for the murder of Matthew Burke.
She got you in through fire exit at the gym.
The owner caught you returning
with his keys, so you killed him.
All that planning foiled by
a mid-workout bathroom break.
Looks like two spots just opened
up on American Ninja Warrior.
Maybe we'll go for it.
You think we got a shot?
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Right, right, right. Gracias. Gracias.
Uh, she's just dropping off my hoodie.
I left it at her house.
Uh, everyone, this is my mom, Sylvia.
Mommy, esto es Max.
Esto es Jake.
Nice to meet you.
Esta es Meredith.
- Earplugs.
- Hmm.
Um, okay, so everyone,
let's let the cops go back
to their saving the city.
- Good-bye.
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I'm the one who didn't know
about the property vault.
I'm the one hyping this
non-existent bank heist.
I'm the one who looks like a dumb ass
on the six o'clock news.
I'm sorry, sir, but they
did attack the bank.
The intel that we had...
It's not about intel, Captain.
It's about optics.
When you embarrass me,
you embarrass the badge.
I just wanted to let you know
that we released Archie Vale.
- Not now, Diamond.
- Um, just... Before I go,
I just wanted to congratulate you
on a, a brilliant strategy.
- What strategy?
- It was Captain Santiani's idea
to keep the property vault lead under wraps.
If we had tipped our hand,
it could have compromised all of it.
So, you were tactically withholding?
Tactically withholding. Exactly.
You got a sly one here, Captain.
I'd keep my eye on her.
- Always do, sir.
- Well, I've got another press briefing,
unless there's something
else I shouldn't know?
No.
Here, Diamond. I know
that you weren't obligated
to do that, so, um, noted.
Aw. We can hug it out now.
No?
Did I miss it? Did she cry? Can she cry?
You used to be fun. You have a visitor.
- Cecilia.
- I, uh, I wanted to thank you, Detective.
Cecilia, I should be thanking you.
Without your help, we never
would have caught them.
I can't help but think about that vault.
All that evidence...
If Matthew hadn't interfered,
so many criminals might have gone free.
That's true. Who knows
how many lives he saved?
That's something, right?
It really is.
Let me walk you out.
- I'll be okay.
- I know.
I guess, I got the next round.
Oh. You should be buying
drinks for your mother
coming all this way just to meet me.
What are you talking about?
My mom was just dropping off my sweatshirt.
You own more hoodies than
Justin Bieber circa 2010.
Come clean. You set the whole thing up.
I plead the fifth.
There is a reason why
we keep this on the DL.
We can't be partners and
whatever else we are.
Is this about
us protecting our jobs?
Or are you are feeling the pressure
of taking this to the next level?
I'm glad people found out.
As a matter of fact, I want
to tell the world about you.
Hell, I'd settle for bringing
you into my neighborhood
and makin' 'em jealous.
- Wow.
- Damn right, "Wow."
Hmm.
Well, how about you start by
taking me to your apartment,
and making the cab driver jealous?
Back to you.
Hmm, that was us,
what, 11 years ago?
A lot of water under the bridge.
Dirty, skanky water.
It's like that song goes,
"Sometimes you don't know
what you got, till it's gone."
Are you talking about us?
Or are you just mad you couldn't
run down Bonnie and Clyde?
When I was 30, that would have been cake.
We were idiots back then.
We're wiser now.
We know what's good for us.
We see a doctor when we need to.
Okay, you win.
Get that doctor's number from Leo.
But, I win, too.
Dinner, Il Buco. Saturday at eight.
This Saturday. Got Tony.
Okay, Diamond.
But you owe me a date.
Bring me a doctor's note. We'll talk.