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* Get up, get up, get up

* Yeah

* Wake up, wake up, wake up

* Mmm...

* Ooh-ooh

* Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh...

Senator, um,
as I've been saying--

we're here for your protection.

And, as I have
been saying--

I appreciate
all the attention,

but I don't believe
I'm in any danger.

Can I ask now,
Granddad?

You bet, Haley.

And you tell me
if you think she's fooling.

Go ahead,
honey.

Okay, June 3, 2003.

June 3, 2003, was a Tuesday.

George Bush landed
in Egypt.

The baseball player Sammy Sosa
was thrown out of a game

for having cork in his bat.

And, let me guess--
you were born.

You're right.

She's right.

How'd you do that?

Well, Haley,
I have a very special gift--

:
I remember everything.

Yeah, you might want
to remember your job.

Oh.
Just saying.

Okay. All right.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Senator, Interpol
and the NYPD are convinced

you are a potential
assassination target.

Because why?
I went to some silly conference?

Hell, I only went
for the skiing, you know.

And it rained
just about every day.

Three other people who attended
the Davos Conference...

have been poisoned. Two died.

And Interpol believes the killer
has entered the United States.

We just want to keep you safe.

Right, Carrie?

Yes. Right.

We just want to keep you safe.

Well, that is very kind of you,

but I've been in public life
for 30 years--

I'm tougher than I look.

Believe me,
my man Nolan can handle

whatever situation arises.

Plus, I got
that mean-looking fellow

the festival's
providing me gratis.

Sir, we're talking
about a professional assassin.

We don't know
how he delivers the poison,

but we know he does it
under cover of large crowds.

Fine.

You can do whatever it is
you think you have to do

since your dynamo
partner here
Aw.

has so graciously entertained
my granddaughter.

Well, let's do this then, yeah?
Okay.

We're ready for you, Senator.

Uh...

Let me help you, sir.
Thank you.

Okay.

You know, you catch more flies
with honey than with vinegar.

You think I was just playing,
but I had a whole master plan.

And, look at that, it worked.
Mission accomplished.

How'd you know
it was her birthday?

I'm brilliant.
Hmm.

Jay, we're on the move.
What's your situation?

Well, place is really
filling up.

It's clear from here.

I wish I knew what
we were looking for.

Interpol and Homeland
don't know much more.

Whoever these guys are,
they move like shadows.

*

Ah, Senator Carlyle.

I'm Murphy Cloonan.
So pleased you could make it.

So, this is the check
I'll be presenting

on behalf
of your foundation.

Fine, fine.

Is there anything in particular
you'd like me to say

in your introduction?

Nope, just make
it quick.

I'll cover the
other side.
All right.

Let's do it.
Okay.

All right.

Murray--

anything out of the ordinary,
abort.

No "wait and see."
We make the call.

It's all good.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my great honor
and pleasure

to bring to the stage now a
former member of the Senate,

a true captain of business,

the guiding light
of the Carlyle Foundation,

and an all-around
great American--

Senator Thomas Carlyle.

Thank you.

Thank you.
You're too kind.

Let me help you sir.

Thank you.

Okay.

CARRIE:
Al, the water level.

Hey, you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, my...

JAY: Okay, our dead suspect
is Nikos Hastis--

low-level operative
out of Cyprus,

rumored to have ties
to "Revolutionary Struggle,"

a terrorist group.

How'd he get
in the country?

Came here on a work visa.

Now apparently this guy's done

private security jobs

all over the world.
Speaking of security--

we found the security guard
he switched out at the festival,

throat cut, in a Dumpster.

How does all this sync up

with the previous attacks?

Well, both Jean-Marc Keller,
a Swiss banker,

and Gustave Bauchau,
Belgian manufacturing big shot,

attended
the Davos Economic Conference,

along with Senator Carlyle.

Both of them died
very uncomfortably.

No positive I.D.
of the toxins used.

There were thousands of people
at that conference.

Still, it's the only link
we got so far.

But it's the same M.O.--

poison, big crowd to cover
the identity of the killer,

and by the time these guys
found out they were dosed,

it was too late
to do anything about it.

Let's see if we can track
Nikos's movements

and tie him
to the prior murders.

And let's find out how he was
spending his time in New York.

I want to make sure he didn't
offer a bottle of water

to anyone else
before we caught up to him.

You got it.

Hey.
Oh, hi.

Nice work this morning.

Next time I need a body guard,
I'm calling you.

Next time?
Wha...?

Was there ever a time?

Oh, long time ago.

I was teaching a seminar
at Columbia,

and I had the nephew of a
certain Uruguayan dictator

in my class...

Ooh, did someone try
to kill him?

No! No, no, no.

Nothing like that.

He was absent all the time.

Tanked the final.
I had to give him a "D."

So, he tried to kill you?

No, but his uncle was
pretty mad.

You probably dashed his hopes

of ever going to medical school.

: Hardly-- it was the
culinary arts school.

It was "The Essentials
of Puff Pastry."

Oh.

I let him take
a make-up.

He made an incredible
rustico lecesse.

Got a B-minus.

He's now running
a four-star restaurant

in Montevideo.

Oh, wow.
His uncle sent me

an amazing bottle of Grappamiel.

Hmm.
Speaking of which,
you look hung over.

Well, I'm... I'm not.

Sorry.

Where are we...
on the water bottle?

Okay.

I found definite
traces of aconite,

otherwise known as wolfsbane.

It presents in a fever
and slight nausea.

And just when you think you're
ready to go to the hospital,

after about 24 hours--
boom, you're dead.

Complete systems failure.

Hard to come by?
Very.

The extraction process is
highly complex, so...

your guy must have had

a pretty sophisticated knowledge
of chemistry.

That's what's bothering me.

Nikos Hastis was a career thug,
not a brilliant chemist.

So, you're thinking there's
someone else out there?

Yeah, I do.

AL: I talked to the desk clerk,
not much.

Nikos checked in
a couple days ago,

registered under his own name--
pretty ballsy.

Yeah, he never
expected to get caught.

Hmm. This is weird.

"Koban Imports."

Looks like he had these uniforms
made outside the country.

Fake papers.

But where's
the chemistry equipment?

According to Webster,

the wolfsbane required
elaborate preparation.

Maybe he had a lab
somewhere else.

Al, I'm with Carrie.

This just doesn't feel
like our guy.

Jay

What you got on Koban Imports?

Hold on one second, Al.

All right, it looks like they're
over in Long Island City.

Been in business since 1995.

Owners are Elizabeth
and Eric Koban.

Says here they live
on the premises as well.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold on a second.

This is a little weird, Al.

I just got an EMS alert.

Ambulance has been dispatched
to that location.

Murray, let's go.

I-I couldn't get her to wake up.

How could this happen?

I-I don't understand.

Liz was stressed
about something,

so, she wanted to relax
while I finished dinner.

Any idea what was
bothering her?

No.

I mean, times are hard
right now.

We were having trouble
making ends meet.

But things seemed to be getting
a little better.

She, uh, poured a glass of wine,

and went into the living room.

How long before
you checked on her?

About 45 minutes?

I thought she
was just asleep.

I did everything I could--
I called 911.

The ambulance came, they said
they couldn't do anything.

That bottle of wine,
you said it was delivered?

From the wine store.

It came just like that,
with a ribbon

and a thank you card--
no name.

I don't understand--
what does that have to do...

Do you know what time
it was delivered?
About 4:00.

Would someone please tell me
what's going on?

After Nikos was dead.

Mr. Koban, we think your
wife may have been poisoned.

You recognize this man?

No.

I don't understand-- why would
someone want to kill my wife?

We don't know,
but we're gonna find out.

Diabolical.

He took a hypodermic needle,

injected the poison
through the cork.

There's no way that hole could
be seen by the naked eye.

What kind of poison did he use?

A venom-- tetrodotoxin.

Puffer fish.
Yeah.

I know my sushi.

A much faster-acting poison
than the others.

I finally contacted the M.E.'s
in Switzerland and Belgium,

he used dimethylmercury in one,
and polonium in the other.

That's quite an arsenal, huh?

Hmm... Elizabeth Koban...

had nothing to do with Davos.

No, but she did help him, um...

...import the uniforms, right?
So...

Are you okay?

I... I'm feeling a little off.

You look awful.

Oh, Carrie.
You're burning up.

How long have you felt this way?

I started feeling...
crappy this afternoon,

and it feels like...

It feels like
it's getting worse.

Since the chase.

Since the chase.

Carrie, is it possible
you were poisoned?

I...

Okay, so what do we do?

WEBSTER:
Well, as Dr. Miller
was saying--

we have to find out
how she was poisoned.

Exactly, the surest path to
saving your life is finding

the person who poisoned you and
identifying the toxins he used.

Okay, then let's get going.

You can't work your own case.
You need rest.

I'm too pissed off to rest.

Besides, weirdly,
I feel fine right now.

Detective Wells, depending on
the poison and the dosage,

you'll feel strong,
and then weak,

and then strong again;

but, untreated, this process
will continue on and off

until, well, without warning,

you'll experience complete
systemic shutdown.

Wow. Well, that doesn't sound
like much fun, does it?

You know what?
While I'm still feeling strong,

I'm gonna head out
and save my life, okay?

Thanks for racing
over, Phil.

Carrie, where do you
think you're going?

To catch my murderer.

I told her she needs to be
in a hospital.
Carrie,

Dr. Miller is the head of
toxicology at Mt. Sinai.

If he believes
you should be admitted,

you should be admitted.

Oh, really?
So, you want me to just

lay in a hospital bed and die?

I'm going to die anyway,
so I may as well go out while...

Shut up and just listen...

With all due respect,

knowing her the way I do,
the way we all do,

there's no way she's staying
in a hospital bed right now.
Right.

You need to be under a doctor's
close supervision.

Oh.
Joanne Webster's a doctor.

Not a "doctor" doctor,
more of a dead person's doctor.

But a doctor nonetheless,
and I like her.

And she makes
me laugh.

Will you supervise me?

Yes.

Supervised.

Burns.

Carrie.

I'm working this.

Let me do it--
you can't risk it.

Listen to me.
Listen to me, okay?

If you'd been poisoned,

and you had maybe
less than two days to live,

who would you want
working the case?

You.
And you.

You and me together, we
can solve anything, right?

And if we work fast enough,
then-then we can solve this.

I'll let you know if it gets
to be too much, I promise.

But right now, we're
the only chance I've got, Al.

What do you have?

Okay, so back at the Bureau,
my team had numerous cases

where victims belonged to
several overlapping groups.

So, we developed our own
algorithm to narrow the focus,

which I kind of borrowed
on the way out.
It's pretty cool.

I'm sure it is, but
we already know the connection--

the Davos Conference.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

But then we widened our search.

And we located
five other

unexplained, sudden deaths--
all potential poisonings.

Shimon Furst, Israeli banker--

died last year
in a Tel Aviv hospital.

Next we've got Roland Mercure,
French real estate mogul--

died six months ago.

And Nigel Adams,

presumed victim
of a cardiac infection

three months ago in London.

Thing is, none of these guys
were at Davos.

But they were, along
with our other victims,

investors in...

Linear Oil Systems.

It's a small
international refinery.

They were in the news
for a pipeline spill

in Nigeria two years ago.

Destroyed thousands of acres.

Every one of our victims,
plus these three guys,

helped finance that project.

Davos isn't the connection.

Linear Oil Systems is.

And Carrie and Elizabeth Koban
just got in the way.

Carrie was right on Nikos's
tail, I get bringing her down.

But why Koban?

He used her to bring in
those security uniforms.

Maybe she got nosey.

All right,
get on Koban Imports--

bank statements, business
receipts, everything.

He killed her for a reason,
let's find out what it was.

And I want to know more
about that oil spill.

Something bad like that happens,

it creates a lot of resentment
and motive.

Your heart rate is
still elevated,

your white blood cells are
through the roof.

Your body is fighting this,

but any strenuous activity is
just gonna make things worse.

Carrie, you know I'm not mushy,
but you matter to me.

I want you to take
care of yourself.

Then help me fight, okay?

Let's just...

We gotta figure this out.
We gotta-we gotta...

walk it through
and figure it out, all right?

I was chasing Nikos Hastis.

Somehow I must have
gotten poisoned...

during the chase.

But the question is when.

And how.

I just...

The first moment...

could have been
when I knocked the water bottle

out of Carlyle's hand.

But that water never touched me.

There were so many people there,
I just...

If Nikos did have a partner,

and he was in the crowd...

Is it possible he stuck me with
a needle, some kind of needle?

If he was trained
in the Balkans,

they-they sometimes use
tiny needles in pens,

so... yeah, it's possible.

All right, wait a second.
There were these, um...

...curtains, these big, heavy,
black curtains.

And they were covered in dust.

He made a point of pulling them
down on top of me.

And I was choking on the dust,
but then he would have...

He would have had to have
prepared them in advance, right?

Yeah, and airborne toxins are
not really this guy's thing.

Wait a second.

There was a cleaning guy
that came out of nowhere.

Hey. You okay?

I-I slipped, and I fell.

Maybe something got on me?

Was there a smell?
Anything unusual.

Yeah, there...
like a-a... burning smell.

Sulfur.
Yeah.

That could be it.

What did he look like?

Uh...

I know I looked
at him, but...

...I don't think I saw his face.

I-I don't, I don't think
I've got what we need.

It could be just enough.

It's waterborne,
sulfur-based.

It's a good start.

Okay.

Hey.

So, where are we on
that maintenance guy?

Um...

Do I have a milk mustache
on my face?

Because I keep telling
my guy, Jerry,

to make my cappuccino dry, but
he makes it wet with extra foam.

So, Jay,
the maintenance guy.

Uh, yeah. Sure. Sorry.

All right, listen.

I know I'm a zombie,

but I don't smell, yet, do I?

We're all just concerned,
that's all.

I know, I'm concerned, too.
But I just...

Well, you look so sad.

Let's just get this out, okay?

There's something you want
to tell me, Jay.

Just go ahead. What?

I don't want you to die.

'Cause you still
owe me that 50 bucks

from fantasy football last year.

Well, I-I don't want to die,
either, because...

I still haven't taught you
how to count cards.

Right.
And on the maintenance guy--

the venue's got no record
of anyone working the festival.

We're still on it.

CARRIE: All right.
Hey.

Hey.

Okay.

So, I was going over
the financial records

for Koban Imports.

They've been struggling.

But it turns out they got
two rather large deposits

in the past month.

Both cash, just under $10,000--

so it wasn't reported
to the IRS.

You think they came from Nikos?

Yeah, but that seems
like way too much money

for fake security uniforms, huh?

But not for something
a little more lethal.

JAY: And if our guy still needs
that something back...

I had a couple of unis hang out
to keep an eye on things.

We need to get over there.

WOMAN: 911.
Lieutenant Burns, Major Crimes,
requesting a 10-13.

Officer shot
at 1216 163rd Street.

Carrie.

There was a car right here.

A rental. You got the plate?

Uh, I-I-I didn't...
I didn't see it.

Yeah, you did.

You looked right at
it when we came in.

It was red, four-door.

You got anything?

The make and model?

I-I can't remember.

Business was closed
for obvious reasons.

Eric Koban was
at the funeral home,

making arrangements
for Elizabeth.

So, the killer returns
to get reloaded,

or clear out his stash,
and finds our guys.

Koban confirmed that his wife
mentioned leasing these lockers,

but she didn't say to whom,
and no paperwork was filled out.

Strictly a cash under-the-table
offer, I imagine.

And then she opens one,
doesn't like what she finds,

confronts him.

And that's what gets her killed.

When I catch this guy,
there's no telling

what I'm gonna do to him.

Hmm.
Check with the CSUs

one last time-- see if
they turned up anything else.

You got it.

Jo, what do we got?

Oh, a Pandora's box of poisons,
illegal chemicals.

There are two boxes
of spiders in there.

This guy really liked
to mix things up.

Can any of this help Carrie?

'Cause I need
something here, Jo.

Yes, actually it can.

Whatever was used on Carrie

is almost definitely in one of

those boxes.
Plus the fact

that we now know
it was a neurotoxin.

Because of her memory?

Yeah, bad news for her,
but it might just be

the thing that saves her life.

I need you to tell me the truth.

What's about to happen?

Neurotoxins attack the brain.

Each one does it differently.

She's obviously weaker,

plus the memory loss,

which is particularly cruel
in her case.

She may have
seizures.

But there's no way
to predict any of this stuff.

We need to do
something for her.

Well, I will take care
of what's in there.

You just make sure
that she slows down

and maybe the poison
will slow down, too.

Hey.
You all right?

Uh-huh.

Listen.

What if, um...

what if I just
pulled the car out

and we drove away?

Really?

Pick up a
bottle of wine.

Get that bread you like,
with the cheese.

We could head down
to the water and...

Pretend.

Yeah.
Maybe.

That'd be nice.

Let someone else be cops
for a while.
Oh...

You've done enough.

Give Jo time

to find the antidote,

let us all take over.

What if she doesn't?

What if she doesn't
find an antidote?

And anyway, when have
I ever slowed down?

I'm not slowing down.

One of two things
is gonna happen here.

I'm gonna keep going,

until, to quote that incredibly
optimistic Dr. Miller,

I either drop dead

or I'm gonna
solve this.

I've never really
been scared of anything

in my...

in my whole life,

but this?

I am scared of this.

I'm not scared
of dying.

I'm scared of

losing my memory.

Because
without it, I...

Carrie...

you are so much
more than your gift.

Don't you
know that?

Tell me you got something.

I think I do.

Take a look, Al.

Okay, so you know how we think

Nikos was targeting Linear Oil
Systems and their investors

because of the oil spill?

Right? I've been
sifting through

CCTV footage from their offices.

Turns out there was

a "Save Nigeria"
rally right in front

of the office
about a month ago.

Guess who
I found?

The guy standing
to the left of Nikos

is a Nigerian national.

His name is Goodacre Oyenusi.

Now, apparently, this guy's
a notorious operator.

Specializes in fake passports,
immigration papers...

just like the ones
Nikos had in his hotel room.

He likes
to spend

his days hanging around

this Nigerian restaurant
called Moin Moin.

Shoot the address to my phone.

Nice work, Jay!

You feeling all right?

Never better.
You don't look so hot.

Oh, yeah, well,
that's the crappy

fluorescent lighting in here.

AL:
What about our deal?

You're supposed to tell me

when you don't
feel good.

You know, I-I-I think
I'm losing my memory

and I don't
really recall that.

Yeah, that's
convenient.

CARRIE:
You see what I'm seeing?

AL:
Yeah, that's Oyenusi.

Thinking the softer
approach is better here.

Yeah.
I completely agree.

Police!
Don't move!

I dare you

to test me.
I dare you.

Sit your ass down
and stay there.

Al... behind that curtain.

I'm guessing it's not
the Wizard of Oz.

How's the soup?

Tasty.
Huh.

AL:
All right, let's see.

We got fake driver's licenses,

birth certificates
from Qatar,

blank social security cards...

That has nothing to do with me.

Show me your pockets.
Now!

Oh, look at that.

An expired work visa
for Carmen Naji.

I don't know
anything about that.

Let's go.

What do you know of Ogoniland?

Nothing.

But I know you're a coward.

You don't know me.

You know nothing about me.

ELIOT:
Ah, she looks terrible.

I'm not liking this.

Not at all.

If a giant U.S. corporation

came in and destroyed my family

and my home,

I'd want to do
something about it.

Like murder?

If you want to confess,
I got a pen.

Okay.

Write this down:

If I could,

I would strangle you

and all the others

who come to my country
and seduce my people

with money and false promises.

You're not a patriot.

You think you are,
but you're not.

You're a crook.

You sell fake documents,

you prey on poor people...

you're sick.

If you're looking for "sick,"

look in the mirror.

You are a disease.

A poison.

What did you say?

Did you do this to me?

Al...

I'm on it.

There are always your kind...

My kind?

Secret police
who don't wear uniforms,

who hide behind names
like "corporate protection"

and "security forces."

You're all
the same.

Security forces don't...

I saw him.

I saw his face.

AL:
Take it easy.

CARRIE:
What happened?

You fainted.

EMTs gave you something to
stabilize your blood pressure.

How do you feel?

Uh... I feel like an idiot.

For fainting.

Where's Goodacre?

Being booked on
forgery and fraud.

He's a crook,
but he's not our guy.

How long was I out?

About ten minutes.

I was going to put
Triscuits on your forehead,

like at New Year's that time.

Um...

We gotta...

we-we gotta get going,

because I-I...

I saw his face.

You remember the guy?

Yeah, I saw his face.

Something Goodacre said,
I... I saw him

when I was
chasing Nikos.

I know I saw him.

Oh...
It's okay.

No, no, no, no, it's not okay.

It's not okay,

because I...

I saw him and
I can't remember him.

And that thing you just said
about Triscuits at New Year's,

I don't even know
what you're talking about.

I don't remember it.

Carrie...
it's gonna be okay.

Homobatrachotoxin.

AL:
What?

Extremely rare.

Amazonian hunters tip
their arrows in it.

Our guy must have
had it on the cart.

I put Dr. Miller
on it and I think

we've come up
with an antidote.

This is good.
WEBSTER:
We have no idea

how much of that stuff
you absorbed.

And the poison is so rare...

Ooh, that's a big needle.

Yeah.
Ooh, okay. Okay.

Ah...

Ow.
Ow.

CARRIE:
How long till it takes

to work?
An hour,

maybe two, but there
really is no data

on the antidote, so...

you may feel worse
before you feel better.

If I wake up tomorrow,
we know it worked, right?

AL:
Carrie.

I don't care if we catch him.

I do.

No more jokes, no more dodges,

no more walking out of rooms.

I lost you before,
for nine years.

All this: the job,
the city...

...all of it.

If you're not in it,
it's meaningless.

Please...

let me take you to the hospital.

At least until we know
the antidote is working.

I have to know
I did my best for you.

You've always done
your best for me.

And taking me to the hospital
won't prove that.

Hey, guys.

You want a room,
or, uh...

you want to
catch a killer?

Hmm...

Since your memory's
gotten a little shaky,

I've been trying to come up with
my own version of what you do.

So I went back to the
Goodacre interview,

and I looked at what
motivated you

to turn and head for the door.

You guys were talking about

private military contractors.

So I did a search of PMC's
in that region

of Nigeria during the time
of the oil spill.

This is what I found.

It's Custom Forces!

I-I saw a...

No, I can't remember.

They were in charge
of the security

on the Linear Oil Systems
Nigerian project.

Look who's on their board.

AL:
So, all our victims

were on Custom Forces'
board of directors.

Exactly.
And besides Senator Carlyle,

there's only one member
that's still alive.

AL:
The Honorable Logan Sale,
retired.

JAY:
This guy's the chairman

of the board,
and he only comes to town

and goes to his office
one day out of the month.

And it's today.

My arm is killing me.

That a symptom?

No. Did you see the
size of that needle?

MAN:
I understand your concern.

You bet I was worried.

Everybody in our circle is.
No offense.

But we're running
out of time on this.

I need you to tell us
everything you know

about the Custom
Forces board.

Rarely meets.

Nothing controversial
in the work we do.

Except for the Linear Oil
Systems disaster, right?

That wasn't our problem.

Hmm?
We protect

sensitive locations
all over the world.

We neither condemn nor condone

what goes on in those locations.

Now I think I'm gonna be sick.

This is why we keep
the work we do hidden.

It's misunderstood.

Are you okay?

Um...

yeah.

I just need to get
some water or something.

Uh... do you...?

Where's the ladies' room?

To the right
as you go out the door.

Thanks.

AL:
Excuse me.

I'm going with you.

What?

No, Al. Come on.

I think I'm old enough
to go pee-pee by myself.

Not like this you're not.

All right, listen.
This isn't Cavanaugh's.

And it's not a Tuesday night.

You remember Cavanaugh's?

Yeah.

I do.

After Truth or Dare, we, uh,

we went to the bathroom
and we made out.

Boy, we really...
we really made out.

It's working! The antidote.

What day was it?

Um...

Summer.

It was summer?
Mm...

I'm going with you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

June 13, 2000.

We forgot to lock
the bathroom door.

And it didn't matter.
No.

All right.

I'm gonna go by myself.

Okay. Hey?

You sure you don't
want some company?

Maybe after this is over.

It's a date.

Yeah.

SALE:
You know,
now that you bring it up,

there was one thing

tied to the Nigerian operation
that was odd.

We had to fire our top
supervisor in the field.

And he didn't take it very well.

August Kincaid, former CIA.

Old-school spook, full of
himself, but very effective.

He just lost control
one too many times,

especially in and around
the Nigerian situation,

so we had to fire him.

He was belligerent
and upset.

The-the job was
his entire life.

It was like we took
everything from him.

Not healthy.

So this isn't about

an oil spill or Nigeria at all.

This is about a guy
with a grudge.

A very dangerous guy
with a grudge.

Okay.

Hello?

Um...

how you doing?

I'm good. I'm fine. Thanks.

You know you're
in the men's room, right?
Yeah.

Didn't make it
to the ladies' room. Sorry.

Little hung over?

No. No.

Something you ate?

Listen, I'm a...

sandwich vendor
on this floor.

I got a bottle
of seltzer in my cooler.

I don't think seltzer's
gonna fix what I got.

But thanks.

You know?

You look familiar.

Uh...

Have we met?

I don't think so. No.

No, I'm-I'm pretty sure.

I mean, a lady like you
makes an impression.

Are you hitting on me
while I'm about to throw up

in a sink in a men's bathroom?

Are you really...?
Are

Come on, man, that's...
Sorry.

Sorry.

At least let me get you
a bottle of water.

I'm really, I'm fine.

No problem at all.

Important to keep
yourself hydrated.

Yeah.

Ooh.
Number one cure
for what ails you.

Hey...

You okay?

Hey, you okay?

Oh, come on now.

You're playing me?
In your condition?

Bad luck for you.

I didn't mean to dose you,
but what could I do?

You should've let
my partner go.

You're done, Kincaid.

Who are you?

Carrie. It's me-- Al.

Got you.

(indistinct announcement
over intercom)

Hey.

So, they are gonna
keep you overnight.

Just to be sure.
Aw!

That sucks!

They don't even have Jell-O.

"Jell
: Yeah.

It's a long story.
Well, the short version

is that when I was a girl,
my mom had appendicitis,

they put her in the hospital,
and every night

they would give her these,
you know,

these little packages of Jell-O.

And I would steal them.
And I would eat them.

And basically it became
a lifelong craving.

Mm-hmm.
I never knew that about you.

Well...

some of the most
sacred memories,

it takes a while to reveal them
even to the person you love.

Wow.

You know, with kisses like that

I'm really glad
I didn't lose my memory.

Because I will be able
to play that in my head

over and over.

* Blackbird singing
in the dead of night... *

No, no, what are you
still doing here?

We're headed
over to Alonzo's.

Just updating
some new protocols.
Jay,

we caught an international
assassin and Carrie

is still alive.
You can go home early today.

You talk to Al?
How's she doing?

She's doing good.

That was a close one, huh, boss?

Close enough for a beer.

On me.

Okay.

Hold on--
foreign or domestic?

Let's go.

Okay.

That's foreign and domestic?

'Cause a beer
is a different thing.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Detective Wells.

Uh, well, I'm her boss.

How can I help you?
Oh,

pleased to meet you.
Eddie Martin.

I'm her husband.

Look what I got.

No, no, where'd
you get this?

I told 'em I got
a girl upstairs

needs her Jell-O ASAP.

I pulled the badge.

You did not. Did you?

I did not.
I went

across the street to the deli.

You're very sweet,
you know that?

Well, I didn't want
the moment to slip away.

Moment's not going anywhere.

To the moments.

All of them.

Want to see this?
Choking on Jell

Can't choke,
here... No...

You... will you
do one shot of it?

* Take these broken wings
and learn to fly *

What do you mean...
No, you got to suck it.

* All your life

* You were only waiting
for this moment to arise *

* You were only waiting for
this moment to arise... *

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