Mom? Did you break your alarm clock again?
It only broke because she dropped it out the window.
LAURA: Oh! Halt warriors.
To strike fear into your opponent,
thou must never expose
thy belly button.
Mmm-hmm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who's on newspaper duty?
Mom. Hey, stop it.
Mmm.
Thank you.
(SIGHING) Okay.
Child warriors, eat while Mom warriors get dressed.
Use your spoon.
Good morning.
Or not so good.
Arson investigators still haven't found a body.
Jon Dunham?
How hard is it to find what's left of him?
The guy walked right into the blast.
Yeah, well, maybe there's nothing left to find.
Takes a hell of an explosion to vaporize a body.
(SIGHS) I'm having Arson send the
crime scene photos over to Reynaldo.
Let's just see how he reads it.
And because Belle Reve security cameras are down...
Zero footage of what happened,
and the same with Michael Dunham's murder.
Lucky us. All we can do is wait.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Boys. What did I tell you about forgetting to close this door?
- Sorry. - We forgot.
Your Xbox come up missing, don't come crying to me.
I'm here!
LAURA: They're fed and ready to go.
Where the hell is the laundry fairy when you need him?
NICHOLAS: Mom. You forgot to sign our permission slip.
Of course I did.
Okay, get your butts up here before
I jump in the shower and I'll sign 'em.
- Hey, Detective. - (GASPS)
Nice house.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
Synced & corrected by robtor and VitoSilans www.addic7ed.com
- HARRISON: I'm getting mine signed first. - NICHOLAS: No, I am.
Get rid of 'em. Get rid of 'em.
Uh, you know what?
Um, have... Have Alicia sign your permission slips.
HARRISON: But she isn't our mom.
I feel... I feel sick all of a sudden.
I don't want you to catch it.
(WHISPERING) Please, please let my boys go.
Get down to the car, you're late.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Not now. Please.
What, you have a fever?
I do. I, uh, must have eaten a bad clam.
Let the precinct know, okay?
Well, let me take a look at you.
There's nothing you can do.
Just take the boys.
Please.
Okay. All right, well, stick to dry toast
and flat ginger ale and... And try to sleep.
Come on, boys. Get your things and let's go!
- NICHOLAS: Bye, Mom! - HARRISON: See you later!
I love you!
- Look, whatever this is... - This... This is simple.
Why did you frame me?
Framed? I don't know what you're talking about.
No, no, no, no, no. Don't! Don't play dumb!
- I am not. - Don't do it!
I am not playing at anything.
I've been standing here in my pajamas with a gun in my face.
Help me out here.
Or actually... Let me get dressed.
- I could... I could just grab something. - Whoa, whoa, hold it.
No, no, no.
You really don't think the first thing I looked for was your gun safe
as soon as I snuck in?
Here, back, back.
Back, back, back, back.
I have nothing to gain from setting you up.
You had everything to gain.
Headlines, a... A promotion, probably a payoff.
No, there are bad cops.
I'm not one of them.
Let me take you in. We'll work this out.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No, no.
No, what I need you to do is, I need you to confess
to what you did and how you did it,
so this entire city knows that you set me up.
This is not the way to get what you want.
I tried telling the truth and look where that got me.
So, you're wrong. This is the only way.
I figure 100 minutes should be plenty of time.
Now, if you want to live,
tell me what I want to hear.
- You heard from Laura? - Negative.
She did say this is going to be a crazy weekend with the boys.
Something about a kung fu workshop.
Taekwondo tournament.
- Yeah, like I said. - Alicia's taking them today.
As the emotionally scarred witness to your epic domestic
spat of yesterday, may I offer some advice?
Can I stop you?
Call. Tell her today is a new day or whatever.
That plus serious caffeine and she'll materialize posthaste.
- Good advice. - You're ignoring me, aren't you?
- Yes, I am. - SANTIANI: Hey, anything?
Let us observe.
JAKE: Damn, that's a mess.
Definitely not a hospitable environment for human life.
Okay, but what about human remains?
Based on the blast radius and burn patterns,
I would say that Jon Dunham's remains should not be hard to find.
So not vaporized?
No, that's not enough energy in the blast or the resulting fire.
I saw the lab go up.
I don't think anyone can walk away from that.
Maybe he got out before it blew.
The folks have already got a stack of
cases waiting for me back at the morgue.
So, if you do find a body on this one, you know where to find me.
Thank you.
Jon's history makes him out to be a hapless frat boy addict.
I just don't see him pulling off a Houdini act under our nose.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Alicia.
She says Laura is "down-for-the-count sick."
Diamond is sick?
A lunar eclipse happens more often than that.
Or the bad clouds that have been lingering finally have gotten to her.
Choosing to ignore that.
What's our next move, Captain?
Well, if there is even a slim chance that Jon Dunham is
among the living, we need to know.
So, Jake, get the word out to patrols so their eyes are open.
Billy and Meredith, get to the blast site.
- Find out what happened. - Okay.
How did you get my dad's blood?
Is the medical examiner in on this?
Your father's blood was on the coat when I found it.
- I didn't plant... - Yeah, well, somebody did.
Because I did not shoot my dad.
- I have an alibi. - Ellen?
With her earphones on, she's not the best alibi.
You're... You're not hearing me.
When was the last time you slept?
- Did you have breakfast? - Right. Just stop stalling.
Admit what you did.
I've seen withdrawal enough to recognize it.
- You're off the wagon. - Yeah. Because of you.
Because of you destroying my life. With... With Ayla.
- With everything. - You knew about her affair
with your father before I confronted her.
Yeah, but she didn't know that I knew!
I made peace with it until you ruined it!
Okay, Jon, if what happened to your father was not a plan,
you got angry, you snapped,
- the judge will take that into... - (COCKS GUN)
(BREATHING HEAVILY) I haven't killed anyone.
But if you don't stop wasting our time...
Neither of us wins if that gun goes off.
Let me make you some coffee. It'll help.
(GUN LOCKS)
Don't make me regret this.
Is there anything else you can tell me?
What was over there? What did the layout look like in here?
It was just workstations to the left and then there was
a supply cabinet right here.
You guys, uh, mapping out the pre-blast floor plan?
Knowing what was where helps us with our calculations.
This just makes no sense. Jon loved this place.
He said he loved his father, too.
Would you mind giving us a second?
- Thank you. - Our reconstruction team put
ground zero in the clean room.
Now, tests show the explosive was a mix of benzene and orange oil fumes.
According to records, Jon Dunham handled both of those on the job.
Yeah, but how did he set it off without
plastering himself all over the room?
They kept the chemicals in the clean room.
If he'd opened the containers, he'd have maybe 10,
20 seconds before the fumes started to...
- Toss in a match, shut the door... - And boom.
Not conclusive, but it's a theory.
Could be possible.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Check it.
- Three screws removed. - Blast didn't take this plate off.
Okay, it's tight, but if you had to.
Okay, so, this guy squeezes into this damn gopher hole
before the emergency ventilation shutdown.
But, where did he go?
- Where did he go? - My bet's to the fiance.
Hmm.
Excuse me, this is Jon's workstation?
Techno gal, I got you a little present.
A crispy, charred-up little present.
Think you can make it boot up?
"Think"?
Give that to Mama.
I'm planning to make you coffee, not fillet you.
Trying to help you avoid temptation.
- And don't want you to forget why I'm here. - (UNZIPPING BAG)
(MESSAGE ALERT)
They're looking for you.
You blew up the lab for cover, but...
I blew it up because I had to.
- Meaning what? - Stop stalling!
Because now I've really got nothing to lose!
All right.
You're right. I framed you.
Either you are an excellent actress, or I take it you haven't seen him?
Of course I haven't.
We think Jon faked his own suicide in order to buy time to disappear.
Why would he do that?
We have indisputable evidence that he killed his father.
No, he'd never, not for me, not for anything.
Then why is he running?
Why destroy a company that he claimed to love
by blowing up millions of dollars in research and property?
I don't know.
The other day he was ready to sue the board
and Brenda Philips over control.
The company meant everything to Jon.
He's not the kind of man you think he is.
What Jon is, after the explosion, is an armed and dangerous fugitive.
Now, if you care about him,
tell me where he might be before he gets hurt.
Try his dad's Hamptons estate, or the beach house in Montecito.
The London flat?
Uh. I don't care if Ayla Tennyson is watching paint dry.
Somebody needs to be babysitting her.
I'll assign rotating units, but personally
I just don't see him calling the woman that broke his heart.
But, an APB has been issued, we've cast a wide net.
Okay.
Hey, anything of value or just kindling?
Retrieving even one corrupt system file is like a gift from the heavens.
So, have the gods smiled down on us?
Depends on how you look at it.
One file? Does it say where he went?
Not where he went, unfortunately, but some of his money.
Whoa, transfer. A big one.
Yeah. For a guy being thrown his father's table scraps,
I'd say so.
So where's the money going? What's this account 717239?
That I don't have.
Still got a few trillion dots to connect.
Okay, try and connect them faster.
Diamond brought home files so have Jake reach out to her and see if she has any ideas.
If we put the lab coat in the Belle Reve air duct
I knew that no one would question us...
No. Stop, stop, stop. (STUTTERING) I don't want to hear how you did it.
I need to hear why you did it, okay? Start over.
So what's next? You go to the DA?
What's the plan, Jon?
I just need people to know that it wasn't me.
- Uh-huh. - (STUTTERS) I need them to remember that when I'm gone.
But once I confess, there's zero point in you killing yourself
- or... Or me, or... - Just start over, Detective.
Your coffee's cold.
You know what? Let me just fill it up a little more,
and then we'll record it again.
(MESSAGE ALERT)
Oh. Jake wants to know if you have any theories as to where Jon Dunham might be.
- Help! Help! - Come here!
Help! (GRUNTING)
Do not move! Do not even move!
(PANTING)
Jake won't be bothering us anymore.
.
(GRUNTING)
Okay.
Okay. We're going to record it again.
But you're gonna do it right this time.
Oh, go to hell. It's a lie, anyway.
- You just admitted it! - (LAUGHING)
How naive are you?
I was trying to save my life.
But since you're planning on killing me anyway...
- No, no, I never said... - Oh, you were never gonna let me go.
So, you know what? You're stuck with the truth.
- I didn't frame you. - No, no, no.
You set me up so that you could look like a hero.
That's what... That's what cops do.
They manipulate people to make them look guilty.
But just say I did kill my dad, all right?
And... And I get his blood on... On my gloves and on my coat.
Why would I hide them in an air duct, in the lab?
Killers make mistakes. That's how we catch them.
No. That... That vent system is the very heart of that lab.
Anything goes wrong with it, someone notices.
Like I did.
(SNEEZING)
JAKE: The air isn't circulating.
Okay. Let's say we're both telling the truth.
- Who gains by framing you? - I don't know.
Is someone benefiting from your dad's will more than you realize?
(STUTTERING) I didn't watch that tape.
Just hearing his voice...
Look, I... I didn't get the inheritance.
Maybe someone was afraid that you would get in the way of theirs.
The video's upstairs. It could have answers.
All right.
We got 63 minutes.
Let's watch.
Local authorities report no Jon Dunham sightings at the family homes.
And Jon Dunham doesn't pop up on any flight manifests.
- He's MIA. - Same in NYC.
I checked every traffic cam in all the boroughs... Nothing.
Well, someone knows where he is.
What about Brenda Philips, the family lawyer?
Oh, she's in holding for that assault case.
Thanks to her little deal with Laura.
Ayla said that Jon planned to fight Brenda for control of the company.
That his phone records show multiple calls to Belle Reve board members.
- So he's looking for support. - Which apparently he was getting.
Maybe the explosion had less to do with Jon's
faking his suicide and more to do with Brenda getting Jon out of the way.
MICHAEL: As for my son, Jon, I cannot in good conscience
bequeath family holdings or tangible properties to his name.
- Shut it off. - Jon, we need...
- Shut it off! - You have to let me do my job.
Any challenges to this will, will result in said person or persons being excluded
entirely from all benefit of my estate.
Well, that was that.
Jon, if you're listening to this...
Well, I hope that I got to say goodbye.
Giving in to my drive to build this company,
it was the only way that I could cope after your mom passed away.
I let people come between us,
make decisions for you,
because I knew that I could never fill your mother's role.
It's my mistakes. I wish that I could take it all back.
I'm very sorry, son. I am really very sorry.
He loved you. I hope you saw that.
Why didn't he tell me that when he was still around?
- At least... - (MESSAGE ALERT)
What?
"Something off about Brenda Philips. Taking a run at her."
But, we broomed her as a suspect. She had an alibi.
Where were you when Michael Dunham was killed?
With my assistant rolling calls.
- And he'll verify that? - He better. I was rolling them in his bed.
(SCOFFS) She was sleeping with her assistant?
- You bought that? - Billy and Meredith talked to the guy.
- The story checked out. - No. She plays for the other team.
There's no way she was getting busy with him.
But he was getting his paycheck from her.
- If she was lying, then... - Brenda could have killed your father.
Laura, she answered one text but she's ducking my calls.
Well, she's sick and she doesn't like you...
For now. I'm Switzerland here.
But you did call her out for telling everyone about Tony before you.
- Not everyone-everyone. - No recap needed. I was there.
Just try getting in touch,
- see if she responds to you. - Uh, hello? Of course she will.
Kind of goes without saying.
- (CLEARS THROAT) - Oh. Hello there.
Those blue eyes of yours supposed to loose in my lips?
Look, I told Detective Diamond everything I know.
Now, can we please let this drama be done?
Jonathan Dunham's body was never found at the lab.
We think he's alive and in hiding.
Mmm, not surprised.
I wouldn't have thought he had the stones to kill himself.
Jon was fighting for his father's company.
He spent half of yesterday calling each board member.
- Therefore? - I assume it's also a coincidence that
after you made your one phone call from here,
your lawyer placed an incoming phone call to Jon Dunham.
You pulled my attorney's phone records?
You are a woman who pays people to do your dirty work for you.
You're in here. Your lawyer's out there.
You could have easily had him lure Jon to the lab.
You don't actually believe I was afraid of this twit?
- Have you met me? - Jon wanted to protect his father's legacy,
which you would have tainted with a release of Exhale.
Oh, please. We'll write six-figure checks to
a handful of eggshell plaintiffs,
and meanwhile, we're making over 200 million bucks profit.
- No one will care. - Jon did.
He wanted to stop you and now you don't have to worry about him.
Oh, my God.
You think that I blew up the lab to kill Jon?
It would have eliminated any conflict with the will,
and the company could have written off the damages
and the product loss. That is a win-win for you.
Look, am I a bully? Yes. An arsonist?
A killer? Please.
- Damn it. - What?
The day of the murder Brenda was picked up from her home at 5:50 a.m.
Then dropped at 6:02 a.m. at Esthetics Alternatives.
- What the hell is that? - Electrolysis center.
That's why she lied about being in bed with her assistant.
Well, hair removal is an alibi.
- Who would lie about that? - A middle-aged woman.
But your dad was murdered at 6:07 a.m.
Brenda was across town.
She didn't kill him.
- (GROANS LOUDLY) - (CHINA SHATTERING)
(GASPS)
- I take it that was a bust. - Brenda Phis a barracuda,
but she's not our perp.
She has people's faces smashed in. Are you sure?
Her lawyer's call to Jon was to notify him that he had been barred from Belle Reve.
- There's paperwork to prove it. - (SIGHS)
You figure out where Jon's money transfer went?
Yeah. A direct withdrawal from a jewelry store on 11th
to pay for Ayla's five-figure engagement ring.
It's the opposite of smoking gun.
Laura's not answering. I even did the one ring, hang up thing she hates.
Eleven times. Nothing.
- (PHONE RINGING) - Hello?
Alicia, have you heard from Laura?
No. I sent the video of the taekwondo boys but no response.
What exactly did she say was the matter this morning?
Well, it sounds like food poisoning.
She said bad clams.
I'm gonna have one of the moms watch the boys
while I grab something before I stop there.
Wait. Did you say "bad clams"?
Alicia, are you sure?
- I got ears, don't I? And it must be pretty... - (PHONE BEEPS)
Hello?
Billy?
What's wrong?
It's Laura. She's in trouble.
JON: It's over.
There's no one else.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It's no use.
Jon, put the gun down.
What the hell do you care? This is what you want.
- This is what everyone wants. - No, it isn't. Stop it!
I'm so tired.
Jon, Jon, no.
No!
Just... Just let me do it.
No! No! No!
You didn't kill your father. I believe you.
You've done some bad things in your life,
but you do not deserve to die.
Your father wouldn't want this, would he?
This is how an investigation works.
You hit a dead end, you find a new suspect.
Please, Jon.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
"Bad clams" is a message?
Laura never eats clams. It's her way of letting me know that she's in trouble.
I think Jon Dunham has her.
Okay. I'm gonna have Santiani roll the SU.
- No, no. - Jake, it's protocol.
I know protocol. That used to be my job. We leave Santiani in
and she has to follow procedure which leads to
a standoff outside the house... Which ends in tear gas and gunfire.
No, we do this alone.
All right. Get the car. I'll get the firepower.
LAURA: Another suspect, Jon, think.
Jon, you still with us?
When I was a kid, he... He was so good to me.
And then I grew up and... And it all went to hell.
I know that feeling.
- Your dad, too? - He was the smartest, funniest man I knew.
And then I found out he was embezzling from his clients to pay off gambling debts.
I didn't know if I'd ever forgive him.
- But you did. - It took time.
A lot.
- But I did. - I blamed my dad for everything.
But I messed up so many times.
So did he. He admitted as much.
I don't even know what I'm trying to prove.
That he mattered to you.
Jon, help me. We need a new suspect.
I just... I don't know.
This is your last chance to honor your dad. Take it.
Hey. Hey.
You just stop. You just stop talking.
I pull this. It triggers a 90-second countdown.
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
Look, you hang here. I'll scout it out. I'll radio if I need help.
- What are you talking about? No way. - Stay here, Billy.
You still got plausible deniability if this thing goes sideways.
Listen, you made a two-man plan...
The risk is on me. I know you want to help, but...
There's no buts, all right? Laura's in danger.
I'm not gonna wait in the damn car.
Now, let's do this.
BILLY: Snake cam's on. No sign of them.
Clear. Go.
Jon.
You're not a murderer.
- It doesn't matter. - You've done some bad things here,
but I know that you are not a bad person.
No, you're wrong. I am.
And he knew it.
I can't change it. What I did, I can't change that.
What? What did you do?
(KEYS JANGLING)
JON: My buddy and I were wasted.
The bar was less than a mile from our house.
And I hit them.
A mother, a father.
A teenage boy.
They all died on impact.
Dad said it was an accident.
Had Brenda wipe it away.
(VOICE SHAKES) No blood alcohol test. No investigation.
That was your father's mistake.
The choice is yours this time.
He knew I wasn't strong enough.
He knew.
Hand me the gun.
Trust me to help you.
Now!
Oh.
- Too late, hero. - Jake, get out.
Billy, clear the house now!
I am not leaving without you.
Okay Jon, turn off the timer and trust us.
JON: You must have signaled him somehow.
You've been stalling this whole time.
Hey, look, you're in control here.
Bomb beats gun, right?
- What the hell are you doing? - I'm just here to help.
So, just shut down the timer. We all walk away in one piece.
(EXHALES QUICKLY) Jake, just go. Please, get out.
Jon, I know why you did it. Your note, "My father was wrong about me."
- "I had no choice." - I didn't mean killing my dad.
No. You meant the lab. You blew it up to stop Brenda
so she wouldn't release Exhale. You did it for your dad.
- That's a little extreme. - All Brenda cares about is the balance sheets.
And I'm not gonna let her destroy my father's good name.
Laura. Go!
(GRUNTING)
- Laura! - LAURA: Clear!
I told you to clear the house.
Bruh, give me the cuffs.
Hey, hold up, hold up.
Oh!
I'm a mother, you son of a bitch!
How dare you bring a bomb into my house, endanger my children?
Now you can cuff him.
(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY)
I want Detective Diamond.
And people in hell want ice water, too.
Please. Okay, please.
- I need to see her. - I'm who you get.
NICHOLAS: Where's Mom?
Boys.
- Mom. - Mom!
Oh, gosh.
It's okay, you guys.
And Mom and Dad are both okay.
And this is never gonna happen again.
Really? You promise?
- Promise infinity. - Let's go home and see
where the washing machine blew up.
- (LAUGHING) - Well, I am not stepping foot in that place
unless it's been scrubbed from top to bottom,
which FYI is not this nanny's job.
- How about ice cream instead? - BOTH: Yeah!
Come on, guys. (CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
Hey.
Did I even say thank you?
I'm losing track of all the heroic acts you are doing on the job.
(CHUCKLES) Give me a break.
I just hope you weren't deeply attached to that washer.
Now I can get the stainless.
He didn't kill his father.
Did that nutjob hold you long enough for a Stockholm to set in?
He blew up his own lab.
He held you at gunpoint in your house.
And, oh yeah, he had a bomb.
A man that desperate is capable of murder, but he didn't do it.
Are you not clocking the temper on this guy?
He's out of control.
JON: Of course, the second my gun
is out of Diamond's face, good cop just disappears
out the window. You know I knew... I knew she wouldn't help me.
Cops never mean what they say.
Your focus needs to be right here with me.
Oh, blah, blah, blah! NYPD, LAPD, St. Louis PD.
- Calm down! - You're all the same.
At least on the Vineyard all they wanted was payoffs.
(SIGHS)
- What? - The Vineyard.
- Is that fudge? - Oh, it's Murdick's, Vineyard's finest.
Here, help yourself.
His assistant.
We've got work to do.
Ellen Sutter? You think she's involved?
Martha's Vineyard mug on her desk?
Jon implied that he had a run-in with the cops on the Vineyard.
Allow me.
- Could be a coincidence. - I don't think so.
Something terrible happened in his past and somehow this is all connected.
- Anything yet? - Still working the magic.
Okay, direct your wand to traffic accidents 1992 to 2000.
Oh. My office.
We need to talk about what went down today.
(SIGHS) Look, I understand if you're upset.
This isn't about my feelings. It's about yours.
I know that you disregarded clearly established protocol
for a hostage situation because that was Laura.
I made a judgment call.
Your judgment call could have gotten you both killed.
I expect this kind of behavior from your partner.
But you, a former captain?
I know that you probably resent me for holding on to this command
when you came back from your injury.
You... You couldn't be more wrong about that.
I like being back on the street.
You could have fooled me.
Because see, you make decisions like you still run the joint.
Let me ask you this. If you were still sitting in my chair,
and Billy and Meredith pulled that kind of move,
how would you handle it?
I am sorry, Captain.
Apology accepted.
But, this is a one-time free pass.
Don't test me.
- Bam! - "Bam's" my thing.
- You found something helpful? - I am awesome like that.
Accident report from 21 years ago on the Vineyard.
Jon Dunham hit another car. The other driver and his wife and son were killed.
Markelz family. Any surviving relatives?
A daughter. Seven at the time.
Let me guess. Ellen.
You're the best guesser.
LAURA: What's with the last name, married?
She went into foster care after her parents died.
At 18, Ellen Markelz changed her last name to Sutter.
Trying to start over, but she needs to know
more about what happened to her family.
Looks into it, finds out Jon Dunham wiped out her family,
and that Michael Dunham sent his lawyer to cover up the whole thing.
So, she kills the dad, frames the son.
And Jon ends up in prison where Ellen thinks he belongs.
There's your motive.
But why did she come after the Dunhams now?
I can't answer that yet.
But I know that Ellen's the killer.
Now, how the hell do we prove it?
Ellen Sutter, lab assistant, 18 months at Belle Reve,
but she gave Jon that alibi at the lab.
Yeah, she's smart. She knew that if she implicated Jon,
she'd be drawing attention to herself.
Right. So, she plays the part of the loyal servant,
kills Michael Dunham in Jon's lab here,
plants the evidence, waits for discovery,
and then all the evidence says Jon and not Ellen.
I might be able to tip that scale.
Login for his computer.
He let all of the assistants use his terminal to upload data.
- So much for security. - Check it.
Ellen is the only assistant to log in to both his calendar
and his personal email.
And he didn't notice.
If you're not looking for it, you won't find it.
Ellen knew his every move. That left her free to pick
the perfect date and time for the murder.
Smart move would be to stay put, turn in her notice at Belle Reve,
and then move on without raising any suspicions.
Let's see if we can use that to our advantage.
Laura can.
We're stunned, too, but we've confirmed it, Jon is alive.
- He faked his own death? - So it seems.
Which means we have to reopen the investigation.
Of course, but, I've already told you everything that I know.
Actually, I was hoping you could help us with the computers.
- I'm sorry? - The lab computers.
We need to check all of them for digital evidence.
Can you even get information off the system after that explosion?
Absolutely.
Our guys can pull data off a supposedly cleaned computer even after
a Gutmann-level drive wipe. And this Russian identity thief,
we caught him despite his fully encrypted hard drives.
Wow. Okay. I can get that password for you and I can send them right over.
Actually, we'll be on-site in the morning.
Still haven't found the murder weapon.
- Oh. - Yeah. I doubt we'll be able to convict Jon without it.
But, with it, slam dunk.
- I see. - Anyway, meet me there?
Of course. Whatever I can do.
Planting evidence again?
What? No. I... I just...
Well, what do you know?
Same caliber that killed Michael Dunham.
I wasn't... I don't know how that got there.
Just like I said.
- You find the gun... Case is a slam dunk. - (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Ballistics confirmed it.
The gun we got off you killed Michael Dunham.
So, what'd you forget to plant it the first time around,
or did you think the lab coat and gloves would be enough?
Do you really expect me to discuss any of this with you?
We know about your mom and dad and brother.
Jon killed your whole family.
And you needed him to pay.
(RECORDER BEEPS)
I found out the truth.
Jon killed them, and he got away with it.
No jail time. No probation. Nothing.
All thanks to his father. Which is why Michael Dunham had to die.
He paid off those cops.
I begged for them to get justice for my family and they told me to let it go.
You were furious.
- You wanted payback. - No. Not at first.
I got a job.
I tried to live my life.
But then I saw that wedding announcement.
Jon and his supermodel fiance.
A happy ending.
That was the last straw.
I saw Jon's struggles with his dad.
But he got chance after chance.
My family never had that chance.
At the lab, I had a mug
with a sailboat on it, from Martha's Vineyard.
I noticed it.
Well, I thought maybe that he would look at it,
and then he would look at me and he would realize.
(STRANGLED SOB) He'd say sorry for taking away my family.
But he never looked at me. Not even once the entire time that I was there.
My life, my tragedy was nothing more than a footnote
on the Dunham family history.
Well, it's not a footnote anymore.
Just a reminder. Being released on your own recognizance
does not mean that you are off the hook.
You've got your killer, Detective. Ease up a little.
You're still being charged with the assault on George Toolou.
Well, you know, if you would like to make it your personal
duty to ensure that I don't flee the jurisdiction,
I'd love the company... If you know what I mean.
That's funny. I had heard that you play for the other team.
Well, I play for whatever team has the cutest players.
Noted, Counselor.
Try to stay out of trouble.
Where's the fun in that?
She was right there. Right in front of me.
I had no idea.
If I had never picked up the phone that night
and called my dad after that accident, none of this...
Don't do that to yourself.
There's no way to know.
I can't dodge the fallout this time.
No. You definitely crossed some lines.
But I understand why.
And I'll make sure the judge does, too.
I am sorry, Detective.
Just get sober again. You're not gonna be in jail forever.
You can still prove your worth to your dad.
- Here we go. - Oh, my God. So close.
- Oh! - Oh!
Team Soto for the win.
This seat taken?
No. Drinks are on me.
- I'm so happy you're okay. - Of course I'm okay.
You guys had my back.
After everything you've been through, I'm surprised Tony hasn't swooped you off
to a hot bath or... something hotter.
- Actually, I haven't talked to him. - Really?
I'm not even sure I thought about Tony once today.
After two bombs and a hostage crisis,
I'm surprised you're still standing.
You've had one hell of a day.
Yeah. Definitely makes you realize what's important.
Who's important.
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