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CARRIE: Previously on
Unforgettable...

Senator,
you are a potential
assassination target.

We just want
to keep you safe.

Right. We just
want to keep you safe.

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.

WEBSTER: Are you okay?

I'm feeling a little off.

Carrie, is it possible
you were poisoned?

Where do you
think you're going?

To catch my murderer.

You and me together,
we can solve anything.

We're the only
chance I've got.

I think we've come up
with an antidote.

Wow, that's a big needle.
Yeah.

You may feel worse
before you feel better.

Carrie. I lost you before,
for nine years.

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

SALE: August Kincaid,
former CIA.

This is about
a guy with a grudge.

SALE: A very dangerous guy.

I have to know I
did my best for you.

You've always done
your best for me.

Wow.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Detective Wells.

Well, I'm her boss.
How can I help you?

Nice to meet you.
I'm Eddie Martin.
I'm her husband.

Two behind the forklift
and another two by
the cargo container.

You forgot
the one on the truck.

Ah.
No, I'm leaving him for you.

You know...
You don't forget anything.

Exactly.

Four rounds left. You?

Three.

Shit, I'm out.

Same here.

Oh, we're screwed.

CARRIE: "Super-memory cop
saves New York City."

You had a little help,
if I'm not mistaken.

Come on. "Carrie Wells,
Detective Extraordinaire

"for the Major Crimes Unit
of the NYPD..."

It does not say
"extraordinaire."

Well, it should.

"The dazzling
detective can relive,
in vivid detail,

"everything she's
ever experienced

"because she suffers
from a rare condition

"known as highly superior
autobiographical memory."

"Suffers"? I don't suffer.
My memory is a gift. It's...

I'm like a superhero.

"Superhero"?
More like
super-full of yourself.

Look at this.
I've hit the big time, Al.

Right next to a story about
a councilman
busted with a hooker.

No mention of me in there?

Sadly, no. It's all about me.

There's got to be something.
Nothing.

It can't all be about you.
It is.

Knock yourself out,
nothing there.
Let's see.

Yeah, right here.

"Detective Al Burns,
Wells' strapping partner,

"a modern-day Gary Cooper..."

Yeah.

"...is the real secret
behind her success."

It does not say that.

But it does say
that I'm "New York's
most decorated cop,

"boasting a 100% solve rate."
Come on.

And...
Are you ready for this?
You're going to cry.

"One of New York's
most eligible
bachelorettes."

You got some competition,
baby.

It also says, and I quote,

"With the dynamic combination
of brains and beauty,

"it begs the question,
why is the alluring
Wells still single?"

It does not say that.
That's bull...

What kind of a rag is this?

I can tell them
why you're single.
You're a nightmare.

You'd marry me in
a New York second.

Wedding's gonna
have to wait.

Eliot wants us
in his office now.

Okay.

Hey.

Okay,
hey, guys, we gotta talk.

Oh. What kind of
"welcome back" is that?

Especially for
the most eligible

bachelorette in New York.
Aah!

Yeah, yeah,
I read that article...

Don't say another word, Jay.
You'll ruin the surprise.

What surprise?

Oh, man.

I'd like you to
both meet a detective
out of Daytona Beach.

Carrie, I believe you
spent some time there?

Al Burns,
Detective Eddie Martin.

Carrie, there's
no introduction needed

because, apparently,
he's your husband.

I wish I could say
it was good to see you,
but it's not.

Right back at you.

How did you find me?

For a smart girl,
that's a pretty dumb question.

"New York's
most eligible bachelorette"?

Right.

Last I checked,
you were married to me.

Well...

You look good.

You, too.
Wow!

You're married?

Yes. Sort of. It... Yes.

It's kind of a long story.

Yeah, it is,
and it's complicated.
She's a nightmare.

Told ya.
What?

Well, and as much
as I just can't wait

to hear the whole sordid tale,
I just...

What are you
doing here, Eddie?

I've been tracking
a couple of guys
out of Daytona.

Got a string of dead bodies
to their names.

And that's our problem why?

Four days ago
they got into a van

full of
methylamine and headed north.

I followed them to see
if I could find their buyers.

But I lost them,
coming out of
the Holland Tunnel.

Your CO signed off on this?

I took some vacation days.

It's kind of,
kind of a personal
mission for me.

Yeah, I can see that.

While I commend you

taking vacation days
and using them for work...

Carrie, Al, you could learn
a thing or two from him.

...Major Crimes
does not condone
vigilante missions.

I'll leave you two alone
for a moment.

CARRIE:

I think he meant
for the two of us
to have a moment.

Oh, I don't care
what he meant.

CARRIE: Al?

It's... It's okay.

Listen, I know that
I broke your heart
leaving the way I did...

What?
...and just walking out...

I know you think
you're God's gift
to every man on the planet

but,
and nothing personal here,

the day you left was
the greatest day of my life.

Oh.

Two alphas in
one relationship?
Wasn't gonna work.

Wasn't going to work, huh?
Mmm-mmm.

But you're still
wearing the necklace.
Never took it off, huh?

Hmm. I think you're
still in love with me.

You never filed
for divorce, did you?

What? You wish.

You know,
but staying married to you
was a great way

to keep all those
women hell-bent on
marriage off my back.

Look, I need your help.

You've driven halfway
across the country,

following these
guys all by yourself.
You suddenly need me. Why?

Well, I knew you were a cop.

And judging by
how insane you were,

probably a pretty good one.

This is personal to you.

Yeah.
Why?

Remember Cody?

Of course.

Damn it, Eddie.

That's my favorite way
of being woken up.

Seriously? You used
my only clean shirt
as a napkin again?

Look at this. It's disgusting.

Wasn't me.

Just wait,
let me get this straight.

So someone
sneaks into the house
in the middle of the night

and eats your nasty pizza

and wipes their
face with my T-shirt
and then just leaves, right?

Don't smile at me.

Actually,
I messed up your shirt...

What are you doing?
No, get...

...because you look
so much hotter in mine.

You're not going to charm
your way out of this.

You wanna bet?
Don't you dare.

Don't you wanna
see my nightstick?

No. No! Get off.

EDDIE: Cody.

Hey, guys.
EDDIE: Hey.

CARRIE: Hi, Cody.
EDDIE: What've you got,
partner?

Come in, sit down.

Yeah, sit down, Cody.

So, I spotted
two suspicious cars

on Wormwood.
And I got their plates.

Oh, good. Good job.

Before you know it,
you're going to
be in a patrol car.

Hey, hey, hey.

Stick to the license plates,
amigo, all right?

Okay.
EDDIE: All right.

He kept coming
around after you left.

Kind of grew up
an unofficial deputy.
He joined the Academy.

I was on the DeMars case.
I think he was trying to help.

Because when they...

When they found Cody's body,

it was near
where one of the DeMars'
mobile labs had been.

I led him right to them.

I'm sorry.

All right.

I'll do it. For Cody.

Okay. What about the other...

I'll rally the troops.
Don't worry about them.

You're married?
No.

No?
Well, technically, yes.

But I was married
for, like, six weeks.

Listen,
when I left Syracuse,

I just needed to get away
from everything.

I went to Daytona
'cause they had
good gambling,

cocktails,
great sunshiny weather.
And...

And you got married.

And I guess it
just slipped your mind

to tell me,
since you've been back.

Nothing slips my mind.

Not a big deal.
Why mention it?

And now he shows up,
and you're gonna help him.

Actually, I was hoping
we were gonna help him.

So, one of my exes walks in,
asking for help.
You're volunteering?

Whatever you did in the past

has no bearing
on what we have
together now.

So, as a mature adult,
I would of
course help your ex.

Oh!

Unless it was Georgia Song.
That one...

I mean, she hit on you
every time we were together,

and then she intentionally
spilled her drink on me.
Mmm-hmm.

And she gave you
that ugly, brown

turtleneck that I
had to throw away.

I looked all over for that.

Yeah, I'm in.
Thank you.

Only to ensure
this clown
doesn't get you killed.

Okay.

And I'm out
if your six kids
show up next.

Six? One, two, three...
No, we're good.

Angus and Malcolm DeMars.
They're brothers.
Seriously bad guys.

A handful of unsolved murders
linked to them.

Mom left.

Rumor was they
killed their father
in a drug dispute.

Rumor was the dispute
was with Angus and Malcolm.

They killed their father
over a meth deal?

Yeah, with a crowbar.

Nice family.

Ex-cons with that
much methylamine,
why didn't you arrest them?

I needed to connect them
with the buyers

to get them off
of the streets for good.

They left Daytona
on Thursday,
so I followed them.

Until you get to the part
where you lost them.

JAY LEE: You got a profile
where they might be staying?

Yeah, based on the motels
they favored on the way up,

they like places that
offer ground floor units,

have minimal surveillance,
and don't ask
a lot of questions.

Anything else
you can give us?

Yeah, they like quick
access to their vehicle.

They always stayed
near the highways.

Occasionally, they'd call in
for female company, and...

And Angus...

Angus loves Highway Hoagie.

So they always stayed
near one of them.

Look at this.
I've hit the big time, Al.

Right next to
a story about a councilman
busted with a hooker.

Hookers and hoagies.

Al, that article
that I was
reading to you today.

Haven't we moved on
from your moment of glory?

No, no.
Listen, not that one.

The one about
the councilman
and the hookers.

There was a picture
of him coming out of
a Metro Motor Lodge.

In the background
was a Highway Hoagie.

Jay, look it up for me.

Check for Metro
Motor Lodges nearby

and Highway Hoagies
that are close to them.

Wow.

It's kind of amazing
seeing your memory at work.

Amazing enough
that you're glad
you married me?

Nothing's that amazing.

I got it.

Jersey City,
just off Exit 16.

Let's go.

So,
you two staying married?

You know, I hadn't
really thought about it.

Yeah, me neither.
It's been what, 10 years?

Eleven years, five months,
three weeks, two days.

Now that Eddie's here,
I figured you might
want to disentangle.

Called a buddy in Florida,
had him pull
a couple of strings.

You can have your
marriage disentangled
from right here in New York.

When did you do
all this homework?

Just trying
to help a friend.

Yeah, a friend?

Yeah.

Help you, detectives?

Your powers of deduction
are very impressive.

Yeah, I got a fifth sense
for that kind of stuff.

Sixth.
Uh?

These guys stay
at your motel?

Nope.

Hey, look again.

Angus and Malcolm DeMars.
Seriously bad guys.

A handful of unsolved murders
linked to them.

GRENDEL:
Still doesn't ring a bell.

Excuse me,
where did you find that hat?

Room 113.

The photos you
showed us earlier.

Angus DeMars
was wearing this exact hat.

People checked out.

Must have left this behind.
I just cleaned it up.

This their garbage?

Uh. Tony's All-Star.
You know it?

Tony's is in Sunset Park.

Pizza tastes like cardboard
and it's miles from here.

So why go all
the way to Brooklyn
for crappy pizza?

I know these guys.
They're careful.

They don't leave
anything to chance.

If they're going to do a drop,
they're going
to go in advance,

they're going to
check the streets,
entrances, exits.

A dry run.

Maybe we're not
too late after all.

Maybe.

Oh, come on.
Get a room.
They're cheap.

Come on.

Guys inside don't remember
seeing the dealers.

But I did bring you a slice.

Thank you.

Oh, you're welcome.

I thought
the pizza was no good.

Oh, it's terrible.
But I figured since
you're in New York,

you may as well try a piece
of Brooklyn's worst.

Did you bring me a napkin?

No, but you could
always use my shirt
like you did back in Daytona.

One time. It was one time.

One time?
Well, actually three.

Great story. What's next?

What do you
think of that place?

AL: Door's wedged open.

Nothing else around here.

EDDIE: Take a look
at those windows.

Looks like someone
was on the inside,
looking out.

Let's check it out.

EDDIE: That's their van.

Meet the DeMars brothers.

Looks like
someone got to them
before you did.

Now what?

We were following a lead.
We don't need to
call Narcotics.

Yeah, I know you
Major Crimes,
you got your own rulebook.

This is my case.
I followed
these guys for days.

Listen up, Detective,

you gonna work
a narcotics case
in Brooklyn South,

I expect to be looped in.
EDDIE: Sartain.

That's Lieutenant Sartain,
and you're out of line.

Memory freak show.

CARRIE: What'd you call me?

What did you call me?
It is so nice

to see everybody
getting along so well.

Listen,
I'm only going
to say this once.

Yes, we broke protocol,

but I personally ordered
my detectives to
look at this case.

We were already working
with Daytona PD.

I didn't want to involve
any other agencies

until there was something
to involve them with.

Now, clearly there is.
So, moving forward,

I'm more than happy
to keep you in the loop.

Not a problem.

Thank you, Eliot.

You three have
some explaining to do.

I specifically said
this was not
a Major Crimes case.

Well,
you know I have a problem
with authority.

And commitment too,
by the way.

Sure, right?

I do not have a problem
with commitment.

I just haven't
met the right guy.

Whoa. Okay, stop.
Just stop talking.

The point is, this is now
a Major Crimes case.

Don't screw it up.

Delson here.

Carrie Wells.

Yeah.
Great photo today.

You actually look the same
as you do in The Post.

Me? Oh, my God.
I can't take
a good picture.

I'm barely recognizable.

I'm so sorry, who are you?

I'm Delina Michaels,
the new ME.

The new ME?
Yeah.

I would shake
your hand, but...

Yeah, no, that's okay.

What happened to the old ME?
Where's Jo?

Oh! You didn't hear?
Dr. Webster passed.

Passed away

No, her certification exam.
To the Cordon
Bleu culinary school.

Oh!
But she did
leave you something.

Hold on,
I got it right here.

Okay.
Here it is.

"To Carrie."

Thank you.

Now look,
I know Joanne Webster

was your friend,
your confidant,

and the world's best
medical examiner.

And even though
the word is you can be
a bit standoffish...

That's the word, is it?

Yeah, but who cares?
I have the same quality,

and I know
you're gonna like me.

All right.
Well, I will definitely

take your word
for that, Delina.

Uh, DeMars brothers.

Yes, the DeMars brothers.

So, these are Malcolm's lungs.

Now,
I noticed a discoloration

in the gums,
so I checked the lungs.

There's burning of the tissue
in the alveolus.

Okay.
And what about this bruising?

Yep, hematomas
on both sides of the
cheek and the jaw.

CARRIE: And both of them
have it?

DELINA: Yeah,
but I haven't figured out
the cause yet.

There were both
shot close range,
center forehead.

Hmm. Maybe a mob hit?

Could be.

Hey, um...

I just... I gotta ask.

How long does that take?

These?

Yeah.
Hmm.

Depends how many
drinks I've had.

I could show you how.

Yeah,
I might take you up on that.

Girls' night out?
Why not?

All right.
All right.

Jay.
Hey, call Organized Crime.

Get your buddy Jerry Marsden
over here.

Oh!

Come on.
Hey, come on. Coffee.

Come on.

That's not how that goes.

Okay, that's not
Jerry Marsden.

Let's get him
before he kills
the coffeemaker.

Hey. Come on.

Excuse me, who are you?

Hey, hey, I'm Denny.

Organized Crime.
Call me Denny.

Where's Jerry Marsden?

Oh, yeah,
he retired last month.
Guy's a legend.

Okay,
Jay Lee, this is Al Burns.
Let me introduce you to...

Carrie Wells. Wow.

Wow, um...

I'm a huge fan.
Oh!

The way you solved that case,

you know, when the Brady guy
took over the skyscraper.

And you know,
when that lady
was going to shoot.

You know, the peace doctor.
I remember.

Yeah, it's always
nice to meet a fan.

Hey, listen,
I hear you do this thing

where, like, you know,
someone gives you a date

and then,
like, you can tell them

everything that happened
on that date.

So my birthday's
December 6th, 1985.

So what I'm
trying to say is...

I'm not going to do that.

Come on, Carrie,
show him your gift.
I'm really...

I'm not going to do that.
No?

All right,
shall we get to work?
Mmm-hmm.

Wow! Okay, yeah, sure.

All right, so these are guys
who would all have an interest

in outsiders bringing meth
into New York.

Paulie Fitzgerald?

I put that guy away
a couple years back.

Prison overcrowding,
he's out, Al.

I don't see him
as an execution-style killer.

DENNY: Yeah,
so who's our
prom king over there?

Yeah, that's Vlad Nostrov.
Hey, I've had the pleasure.

Jay-bone.

Uh, it's just Jay, man.
All right.

That guy's a mobster?

Hey, hey.
Don't let his
baby face fool you.

Guy's a killer.

Before he takes you out,
he makes you look
right up at him...

I mean like,
makes you, you know?

Then he kills you.
Guy's a psycho.

Hematomas on both sides
of the cheek and the jaw.

And they both have it, uh?

He grabs their faces.

Which could leave bruising
on their jaws, right?

Sure.
Okay,

both of the DeMars brothers
had bruising on
their jaws consistent

with someone grabbing
their face just like that.

Let's go pay
your friend, Vlad, a visit.

Hmm.

And I'll loop Narcotics in.

AL: What the hell
is Narcotics doing here?

Get down!

What the hell are
they doing here?
This is our case.

They're hogging the glory.

We go on three.

Wait, whoa...

You don't want to evaluate
the situation real quick?

I just did.

You know how to
fire that thing?

All right.

Nice. Push.

Oh, God, you are so badass.

I'm going to Sartain,
cover me.

EDDIE: All right, gotcha.

What happened to cooperation?

Vlad's guys were on the move.
I had to make the call.

The call you had
to make was to us.

That's Vlad.

Wow.

Hey, way to go, Al.
You saved her husband's life.

Don't remind me.

I thought we were
working together.

Couldn't wait, Detective.

You're an asshole,
you know that?

And this?

CZ Phantom.

Same kind of gun
that killed
the DeMars brothers.

Sartain saves the day, huh?

Oh, this is nice.

Hey, Jay to the Izzle.

What's up, bro?
What you doing?

Another nickname.

You hear about
that shootout with

Vlad and his boys, right?
Little...

I heard you did
all right out there.

Well, you know,
that's what I do. Yeah.

Hey, what about you?
What are you doing?
What is all this?

Well,
I'm running Vlad's people
against the DeMars brothers.

Maybe,
you know, there's a link.

Okay. Look,
listen, about Carrie.

And that hot new ME running
around here, what, Delina?
Right?

Right?

Okay, you do realism
there's no actual
thought there, right?

Yeah.
Okay.

I'm just saying,
the both of them.

Hot. Hot stuff.

Agreed. Dibs on Delina.

Dibs

Hot detective,
hot new ME, you know?

What, you never thought
about a threesome

with that
technical head of yours?

No, dude, come on.

What, is it too much?
Come on.

Yeah, definitely too much.

Sorry, dude.

What's going on?
Uh...

Been trying to
find a connection

between the DeMars brothers
and Vlad and his people.

So far no cell records,
no wire transfers, nothing.

I gotta go talk to somebody.
I could use some backup.

I'll go with you.

No, you keep looking
into Vlad and his people.

Sure.

You, Mr. Threesome.
Come with me.

All right, hey, look.
To be continued,
all right, bud?

Where we going?

I tell you, man,
I envy you.

Getting to work
with Carrie Wells
every day.

You guys were partners
back in the 117
in Queens, right?

Syracuse actually.
It's complicated.

Oh, yeah, I bet.

Especially now
with her husband around,
huh?

Did you know him
back in the day, too?

You always ask
these many questions?

You know,
I like to pride myself
on my curiosity, sure.

Start priding yourself
on minding your own business.
Oh-ho.

Guy's got
a little fight in him.
I like that.

I see why you and Carrie,
you know?
Quiet.

Whatever happens, be cool.

Hey.

Wait, who we looking for?
Quiet.

MAN: Hey, man, give me some.

Get your own stash.

AL: Ah...

Austin.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ahhh.

Now, why'd you have
to get all friendly, Austin?

You bastard, Al.
Why'd you punch me so hard?

Had to sell it
for the crackheads, uh?

Thought you'd appreciate it.

Hey, what
the hell's going on here?

Denny Padilla,
meet Austin Caswell,

Detective second grade,
Queens Narcotics.

Denny here likes to ask
a lot of questions.

Ah. Son of a bitch.

What's on your mind?

Five barrels of methylamine
went missing

right before Vlad was killed.

You hear anything?

No. And I won't.

No way Vlad's
buying methylamine
right now.

Why's that?
Doesn't need to.

There's more out there
then there are buyers.

So why take out two couriers
just to get his hands on it?

Something's not right.

Cooks are overstocked
up and down the East Coast.

Believe me,
Vlad's not burning anyone
over methylamine these days.

DeMars brothers
weren't carrying methylamine.

It was something else.

But meth was all
those boys knew.

They may have thought
they were carrying it.

Delina said there were burns
on the lungs

of both Angus
and Malcolm DeMars.

Methylamine wouldn't do that.

What would?

Well, there are
four possible chemicals.

Calcium hydroxide,
sodium hypochlorite,

coactive resinase
and dimethyl sulphate.

All of them are pretty nasty.

Some of them can
burn through flesh, metal.

One can even
burn through glass.

Yeah, I know you Major Crimes,
you got your own rulebook.

I expect to be...
This is my case.

That's
Lieutenant Sartain to you,
and you're out of line.

Memory freak show.

You know,
I saw a glass bottle
at the warehouse.

It was melted.

Which one of those
burns through glass?

Uh... That would be
coactive resinase.

It's a kind of
synthetic enforcer
used in the production of...

Holy crap.
Agreed.

Apparently, the Army's
been all over this stuff.

Early tests show
it can create plastic

strong enough to form
the casings for missiles.

And a plastic missile
would be
undetectable by radar.

And apparently
a bunch of resinase

went missing
a couple weeks ago

from this plant
in Silver Springs,
Florida, which is...

Twenty miles
outside of Daytona.

So whoever hired
the DeMars brothers
used them as mules

because they knew
how to navigate the
back roads and avoid cops.

Must have told them
they were
carrying methylamine,

sent them to New York.

And then when they got here,
they killed them.

Hey, guys, check this.

It's an army video
of a plastic missile

produced with
coactive resinase.

The other two,
encased with metal.

They get shot
down by antiaircraft.

The plastic missile goes on
to hit its target.

Whoever kills
the DeMars brothers
is trying to make a missile

and is still in New York.

And all we've got
to do is find them

in a city of
nine million people.

Hey, guys,
I got the results on the
bottle from the crime scene.

Delina says that
there are definitely
traces of coactive resinase,

but here's the thing.

Coactive resinase on its own
isn't strong enough.

It needs something else
to weaponise it.

What?

Copolymer transethermite.

Wait, you're going
to have to help me out.
I failed science.

Failed history and PE, too.

Who fails PE?

Okay, so copolymer's
all around us.

Shower curtains,
toilet seats.

So these guys have
no problem getting
their hands on some.

But they need
a large amount to mix

with all that
coactive resinase,

which is why Jay
was looking for
any unusually large shipments.

So, I pulled up
the security footage

from the four stores
in the surrounding area,

all reporting large sales
of copolymer.

Our guys are
analyzing all the buyers.

We're trying to match
with facial recognition.

Now that Eddie's here,
I figured you might
want to disentangle.

Called a buddy.

You can have your marriage
disentangled right
here in New York.

When did you do
all this homework?

EDDIE: Just trying
to help a friend.

Wait a second.
I saw that guy
driving by the motel.

And I saw him
somewhere else, too.

But I did bring
you a piece of pizza.

Thank you.

But I figured
since you're in New York,

you might as well try
some of Brooklyn's worst.

Outside the pizza place.

He's been tailing us.

Got a hit on the time
and date when he left
the plastic store.

Here we go.
His name is David Lushing.

Runs a place over in Bushwick
called Real Plastics.

Uh. Normal order for this guy
is a couple kilos a month.

Last week, 40 kilos.

How big a missile
are we talking about?

Big enough to give
the Manhattan
skyline a facelift.

Let's get over to Bushwick.

SAUL: I have nothing to hide.

We fixed our
safety violations,

and if this is
an immigration thing,

I have papers on
all my employees.

We look like immigration?

Is there a part
of the building
that's secure

that even you're not allowed
to go into?

Yeah, the basement.

The property manager said
that they rented it out,

but I never seen them.

Only Lushing
goes down there.

These are molds
for warheads.

Still warm.

JAY LEE: Hey, Al.

Jay, we just missed him.

They knew we were coming.

How is that possible?

Who else knew?

Well, Eliot was keeping
Narcotics looped in.

You gonna work
a narcotics case
in Brooklyn South,

I expect to be looped in.
CARRIE: Sartain.

Wait a second.

Jay, check the ballistics
on Vlad's gun.

How many bullets were left
in the clip?

Got it. Four, Carrie.

Vlad's gun was out of bullets
when he was shot.

I heard it.

Same kind of gun
that killed
the DeMars brothers.

CZ Phantom.

Sartain switched the guns.

Sartain

Yeah.

He killed the
DeMars brothers?

Yeah. But why?

Hey, Carrie,
I'm on with Brooklyn South.

Sartain took off
two hours ago
and never came back.

He's gone.

And so is the missile.

There's no way
that Sartain could connect

with the DeMars
brothers on his own.

You're absolutely right.
They're being
bankrolled big-time.

Several hundred
thousand dollars
were deposited electronically

into his bank account
from a fronting bank in Dubai.

What do we have on Lushing,

the guy who was trailing
Eddie and Carrie

and bought the copolymer?

Well, David Lushing served
in the Army Rangers.

Guess who was
in his battalion?

Lieutenant Greg Sartain.

They took down
one of Saddam's
palaces together.

How do you go from war hero
to terrorist?

Well, Sartain and Lushing
were suspected

of trying to make off
with some of
Saddam's gold reserves.

Lushing took the bullet,
got a dishonorable discharge.

Sartain became a cop.

Now, according to Homeland,

Lushing got
picked up two years ago

for smuggling weapons
to a bunch of
Pakistani warlords.

Did six months in a prison
in Islamabad.

We got security footage
from around
the plastics company.

A black van was headed away
from Real Plastics

seven minutes
before you guys got there.

None of the other factories
claim it as their own.

We got a BOLO out.
AL: Good.

Homeland intercept
any communications

about shipping weapons
out of New York?
Anything like that?

Yeah, they're thinking
it's probably a local target.

They're checking
domestic chatter.

There's some peace summit.

Midtown.
I saw it on the news.

Jay, check it out.

Whoa, guys,

we're talking about
the South Asian
Cooperation Summit.

The Prime Ministers
of India and Pakistan

are meeting at the Omni Hotel.

Tell Homeland to
go the Omni on 47th.

Hey, hey, guys, guys.

Hold on, I got a hit
on Sartain's personal car.

He just blew by
a traffic cam

coming off the Hutch,
near Westchester Airport.

There's a second
male in the car.

Looks like he's traveling
with his war buddy, Lushing.

Skipping town
before the fireworks.

Go with Homeland,
find that van,

I'll get Carrie and Eddie,
go to the airport,
grab Sartain.

Roger that.

Hey, guys,
we got something.

Two men with luggage
matching Sartain and
Lushing's descriptions

just got on
an airport shuttle
from long-term parking.

They're carrying
really heavy bags,
so it could be the missile.

Shuttle dropped them off
at the King West terminal

so you'd better hurry.
AL: I'm on it, Jay.

Denny,
they spotted that black van

half a block
from the Omni Hotel.

DENNY: Stand by.

Coming up on it now.

Got it.

Open up.

OFFICER: Clear.

Jay,
the van is empty, brother.
It's a decoy.

Carrie, Al.
Denny secured the van.

It's empty.
There's no missile.

AL: All right.

Pulling up at King West now.

Place looks completely closed.

I don't get it.
Why get off at
an empty terminal?

I told you.
It's just construction.

Jay, what have
you got on Runway 9?

Oh, man.

Oh, man, what?

I just checked all
the arrivals, Al.

And one of the planes

is the Deputy Prime Minister
of Pakistan's private jet.

He's the last guy arriving
for that conference.

Al, that plane is landing
in four minutes.

Sartain and Lushing
aren't trying to get out
of the country.

They're going to
shoot that plane
out of the sky.

Take cover!

That's the guy
that's been tailing me.

You sure have
a lot of guys after you
these days.

Now there's one less.

Two behind the forklift
and another two by
the cargo container.

You forgot
the one on the truck.

Ah! No, I'm leaving him
for you.

You know...
You don't forget anything.

Exactly.

Four rounds left. You?

Three.

Shit, I'm out.

Same here.

Hope
I'm not interrupting.

As a matter of fact...
I come bearing gifts.

There's the plane.
We gotta move.

Go, go, go. I got this.

Yes!

We did it.

Way to go, partner.

Way to go.

She was talking to me.

No, she was talking to me.

She was
definitely talking to me.

Thanks for having my back.

Aw!

Excuse me.
Oh! Hi, Mr. Delson.

Oh, please. Eliot's fine.

I just wanted to
make sure that you were
settling in all right?

Yeah,
everyone's been great.

I'm glad
we were able to
solve the case.

Yes. Yes. Excellent work.

Was there something else?

There is.

I was in here earlier,

and I couldn't help but notice

that you had
a bottle of
nail polish remover

near where
the bodies were
being autopsied,

and then I saw
a curling iron

and I thought maybe
this is a good time to
talk about protocol.

Wait. Wait.

You think I'd use
this on my nails?

Well,
it is nail polish remover.

And Korbel is champagne.
Doesn't mean
I'm going to drink it.

The nail polish
is for the acetone.

Helps pull up any
foreign elements,
like copolymer resinase.

In the van, for instance,
which helped lead
us to the missile.

Yes, it certainly did.

Yeah, and the curler
allows me to cut through
the subderma

after rigor mortis sets in.

It warms the muscle mass
and allows me to cut shallow

without damaging
the surrounding tissue.

Couple tricks I
learned in training.
At Quantico.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'm really glad
we had this conversation.

Good night.
Good night...

Eliot.

Well, your solve rate remains
at 100%, thanks to me.

You always did
like taking credit
for my hard work.

What? I have never...

July 11th, 2004.

We were putting
our clothes back on
and you said "you're welcome"

when we both know
I did most of the work.

Wow.

That's pretty cocky.
Yeah.

Doesn't sound like me,
though.

Yes, it does.

Yeah, it does.

You know, yesterday I said
I wasn't sad when you left.

What you said was
it was the best
day of your life.

Well, maybe I was
a little bit bummed.

Well, we always
did run hot and cold,
you and me.

We were either fighting...

We got so loud that
one time the neighbors
called the cops.

Our fights got
pretty loud, too.

What the hell
were we thinking, uh?

Getting married.

We were wasted.

Yeah, you blame the alcohol,
but how could you resist, uh?

Apparently, I didn't.

I have a gift for you.

Really?
Hmm.

Divorce decree.

Thought these
were supposed to take
six months to get.

Well, Al's got connections,
you know?

Once you sign
this you're going
to have a really hard time

keeping all those
women hell-bent on
marriage off your back.

I'll figure out something.
I'm elusive.

Okay.

I know pronounce us

man and ex-wife.

Guess that doesn't come
with a "you may now
kiss the ex

Sure it does.

No, no, no, no, no.

You know what?

Maybe next time,
I'll take a real
vacation up here.

Will you show me around?

Yeah, I'll show you around.

Yeah?

Hey.

Thanks for your help.

For everyone's. Let them know
how grateful I am, all right?

For Cody.

For Cody.

God, it is...
It is hard to list

all the unorthodox,
really questionable tactics

taken during this case.

Hey, then don't. Am I right?

I'm so not used to
being interrupted.

Oh, yes, he is.

What I wanted to
say was "good job."

Actually, if I may,
I just want to say

it really has been an honor
working with you guys.

Yeah, not so fast.

It appears as though
you've impressed
Carrie and Al

with your aptitude
and moxie and instinct.

And I would like...
We would.

We would like to offer you...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I mean,
I'll take it, you know.

Well. All right.

Yes.
Oh, man.

Come here.

Don't hug me.
Carrie Wells.

Oh, my God.

Please could you
put me down?

Put her down or
you're fired, Denny.

I am sorry. I am so sorry.

Too much? That's my bad.
No, it's good.

Come with me.
We'll start your paperwork.

Maybe you can
tell me something

about that
broken coffee machine.

Oh, yeah. So...

I'll do that, boss.
I'll fix it.

Yeah,
maybe I'll get a hug, too.

So, you're single again.

Thanks to you.
Yeah.

Want to make an honest woman
out of me?

Oh, getting married?
Sure as hell won't do that.

Right, I have
too many secrets to
be an honest woman.

Come on,
your secrets are
your best part.

I thought my
best part was my...

That's not bad either.

And then I've got my...

You've got
a lot of best parts.

So do you.

Want to go get a drink?

I like the sound of that.

All right, let's do it.
Okay.

Where should we go?
I don't know, your place?

Slow down, I'm just
getting over a divorce,
remember?