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You were in a car accident.

Brian has sustained
some pretty serious injuries.

Finn needs a father.

I want you in his life.

Jack, he's in bad shape.

It seems like he's gonna have
to live with me for a while.

There's something I didn't
come clean about before.

At the cabin, uh,

Kim pulled a gun on me.

I was able to talk her down,
and, you know,

we started seeing each other
after that.

Turns out that gun was used
in an armed robbery

in New Jersey where Kim was ID'd
as the getaway driver.

Why can't you just
let this go?

We need to talk.

Kim? Put the gun down.

Martin, tell him to back off.

Kim, please put the gun down.

Back off!

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah, a club soda, please.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Look like you missed
your train stop.

I'm fine.

Relax. It's just me.

You're late.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I-I... I hadn't been down
to this part of town.

So, you, uh...
you got something for me?

I want more money.

What?

No, no. We... We had a deal.

Mm-hmm. That's before I knew
how desperate you are,

which makes me think
you'll pay double.

Fine.

Oh, easy, easy.

Not here.

Outside.

SAMANTHA:
Okay, lean back.

You good?
Yeah.

All right, okay,
here we go.

Let me get this.

Gentle.

And here, and then

put this here, and...

I think it needs
to be tighter.

Okay.

Oh.

I don't want to hurt you.

You won't.

Okay.
Ow!

Oh, my God!

Not funny. No.

That is not funny.

Then just don't hit
me with a hammer.

I'll be fine.
Okay, how's that?

Good.
All right, here we go.

So, um, what's
on your agenda today?

I don't know. A three-hour
documentary on bees.

Oh.
Yeah.

Museum is putting
it out next month.

I got to write
a release on it.

You know, you're not supposed
to do anything taxing.

They're bees.

True.

Okay.

Hmm?

Great.
Great.

So, Maricella...

Sorry.

...took Finn to the park.

She's gonna check on you
as soon as she gets back, okay?

I'm good.
Go to work.

All right. I'm sorry.
I'm late.

Here, look--
this remote, these.

You're good?
Yeah.

All right.

Sam?
Yeah?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Who's the face?

Molly Samson.

27, celebrity gossip columnist

for a Web site called
Newspatroller.com.

Hmm.

It's a respected news site.

Has some political weight.

Who called it in?

Her sister.

When was she last seen?

Four nights ago
at a dive in Astoria.

She took a cab,
paid with her credit card.

Bartender said

that he saw her give a man
a wad of cash.

Maybe she was buying
some juicy new gossip.

Or scoring an eight ball.

So, this time,
she may be part of the scandal.

This report is a thing
of beauty.

The only thing that
would have been better

is if you had come in here
and told me the truth

in the first place.

And where is the
lovely Miss Marcus now?

She's in custody,

uh, recovering
from a minor gunshot wound.

Jack, can I say,

I really believe

that Martin was justified

in discharging his weapon?

Right now, I am focusing
on the events

that led up to that...

and the fact

that you had a relationship
with a suspected felon.

Once I realized
that she was tied

to the robberies,
I started to investigate.

You went to him
instead of coming to me.

You have anything
to add to this?

No. It's...
It's all there.

Then get out.

Okay.

What the hell

is wrong with you?

You let an armed
assailant

hold you at gunpoint,

and then you set her free.

You then proceeded

to conduct a relationship
with her, knowing

that the gun she used
was involved in a murder.

Even if I
wanted to,

there is no way
that I can bury this.

I understand that, and I'm...

and I'm ready to deal
with the consequences.

Well, there are going
to be consequences,

and plenty of them.

So why don't you go outside

and think about
why you did what you did.

And I will sit in here

and think about ways
of preserving your damn job.

Okay.

Hey.
Hey.

How'd it go
at Molly's apartment?

It was clean.

You know, no drugs,
no pipes, no needles...

She did have
a beautiful

autographed photo of herself
with Brangelina.

Ah... well, this girl's
not just about glitz.

Newspatroller hired her
straight out of college,

where she majored in journalism.

And recently,

they promoted her
to political exposés.

Has she made any enemies?

Well, look at this.

The New York State Assembly
is in the spotlight today

after one of its members
became the subject

of an online news scandal.

In an article published
by Newspatroller.com,

ANCHORMAN:
Assemblyman Raymond Walsh
is being accused of drug use

and misuse of state funds
for gambling and prostitution.

Ouch. You know, that type
of story could end your career.

Do you think
he went after Molly?

Well, he was certainly
angry enough.

Check this out.

I promise you here, today,

that I will make sure

that the whole
truth comes out.

And that Molly Samson

pays for her reckless cruelty.

Okay, thank you.

Have we talked
to this guy yet?

I'm just about to.

I don't know
who that is,

and I can't imagine Molly
hanging out in some seedy bar.

Okay, when was the last time
you saw her?

The night before that.

And what about
the assemblyman?

Did your sister
ever talk about him?

Pretty much the whole month
she was writing that article.

Right. Okay, what about
after it posted?

Not so much.

I think all the attention
was stressing her out.

Are you sure this is cool?

Of course.

It's just been so
slow at the store.

I feel pathetic having
you pay off my student loan.

Don't worry about it, Cay.

I'm the cliché
little sister

that keeps coming
back for help.

You know,
I said it's fine, okay?!

I'm sorry.

It's just work stuff.

I thought work
was great.

Molly, you've been
dreaming of being

a reporter since
you were, like, 12.

You're making your mark
with this article on Walsh.

Yeah, well... the problem
with getting your dream

is now people can
take it away from you.

What's going on with you?

Nothing.

Don't worry about it.

She's always so together,
you know?

It was scary
seeing her like that.

Do you know
if she had any threats?

Not that she told me.

But she didn't want
to go home that night.

And the next morning,

she left in such a rush,
she forgot some work stuff.

Would you mind
if I took a look at that?

No, I'll go get it.

Okay, thanks.

FBI, open up.

Mrs. Walsh?
Yes?

I'm Special Agent Johnson
with the FBI.

This is Special Agent Malone.

We'd like to speak
to your husband, please.

What for?
It's about

Molly Samson.

She disappeared
a few days ago.

You know, she's that journalist
that wrote that article...

I know who she is.

But I have no idea where she is.

Where's your husband
right now?

Why would he know anything
about her?

WALSH:
Honey...

What is going on? Hello.

Hi. Special Agent Malone
from the FBI.

Special Agent Johnson.

I wanted to ask you, uh,
a few questions

about the disappearance
of Molly Samson.

No. No, look, my lawyer
told your office

he'd be handling this,
all right?

Get off my property.

Well, can you at least tell us
whether you've seen her?

Of course I can't tell you
if I've seen her, you idiot.

Look, I want nothing
to do with that woman

till I see her in court.
Then why are you

acting like you've got her body
in the basement?

Okay, look, until you have
a document that orders me

to let you be here,

stay the hell
away from my house.

You know, it's really funny.

I think I hear screaming
coming from inside the house.

Excuse me?

VIVIAN:
Okay, we're leaving now.

Good.

Mm-hmm.

I will be calling
your boss about this.

Yeah, get in line.

She worked for me

for me two years before I
promoted her off the celeb desk.

And how did she get the story
on the assemblyman?

Oh, she chased it.

There were rumors
that he was dirty,

so Molly worked
for weeks to crack it.

She even went to Albany
a few times on her own dime.

You think she had something
personal against him?

No, I think
she just saw her big break

and did what she had to
to get it.

Right.

So, has she had any run-ins
with Assemblyman Walsh

since you posted her story?

Not that I know of, uh,

but he has filed a lawsuit
against us.

Right, I saw that here.

Is that why you called Molly

13 times in the last three days?

Not exactly.

Then why exactly?

Look... I like Molly.

She's bright. She's driven.

The lawsuit I
expected, but

not the way she reacted to it.

Hey, Molly!

What's up?

Walsh's lawyer called.

Claims he's got a list

of inconsistencies
in your source's timeline.

What?

Are you serious?
He says

he's got credit card
statements

that put Walsh in Albany

the night you've him with
hookers in Atlantic City.

No, that's ridiculous.

He's bluffing.
Well, be that
as it may,

I'm still going to need
to talk to your source.

Look, everybody knows
that Walsh is dirty.

That's not the point.

We're getting sued for libel.

If we can't back up your story,
we're in trouble.

My source has the right
to stay anonymous.

Not if a judge
says otherwise.

Look, maybe
on the celeb desk,

it was okay to cut corners,

but you've got to be accountable
for everything you write now.

Yeah, I know, Evan.

Then what's
the problem?

Nothing.

I'll figure it out.
You've got

till tomorrow to get me
your source, all right?

Yeah.

I keep seeing it
with these kids.

I mean, they grew up
getting their news

from a million
unverified sources online.

They think it's okay

to cobble the truth together.

You're saying
she doesn't have a source?

I sure as hell hope she does.

A lawsuit like this
could sink us.

There's no way that
Molly would have lied.

That's just Walsh
trying to discredit her.

Well, do you, uh...
do you know who her source is?

No. She never talked about that.

So how do you know
she didn't lie?

Sorry.

Hello?

Cay...
Molly?!

Is that you?

I think they found me.
What?

You need to come and get me.

Molly, what are you
talking about?

Give it to me.
What?

Molly? Hi, this
is Samantha Spade.

I'm with the FBI.
We've been looking for you.

I think that they poisoned me.

All right, Molly, I need you
to tell me where you are, okay?

They... they poisoned me.

Molly, listen to me, all right?
I want you to focus

and try to tell me
where you are.

No... no!

No, please don't! Please don't!
Molly?

Molly?!

Hey, did we trace Molly's call?
Yes, to a cell phone

at the Druckmann
Behavioral Clinic.

She checked herself
in three days ago.

Is she okay?
They don't know.

They can't find her.

MARTIN:
What do you mean,
you can't find her?

How do you lose
a patient?

We have a hundred beds,
and we're at full capacity.

Most patients get
discharged and replaced

within 48 hours of intake.

It's a lot
to keep track of.

It's a secured facility,
isn't it?
Not all of it.

If this patient wanted to leave
the premises, she could have.

Ms. Gomez, Molly Samson
could barely talk on the phone.

She said someone
poisoned her,

and one of our agents
heard someone coming after her.

It's not unusual for
agitated patients to need

restraining, Agent Fitzgerald.
Okay, listen,
I understand that,

but it still doesn't explain
why she's missing.

This is not a prison.
We're not wardens.

Okay, we are getting a warrant
to search these premises.

In the meantime, I would like
a head count of the patients;

I need the security footage

for the past 48 hours; and I'll
need the name of her doctor.

I'll get right on it.

Thank you.

She seemed stable when I checked
on her last night.
Yeah, well,

that's not how she sounded
when I talked to her.

Did she have any altercations
with anyone here?

Not that I'm aware of.

Okay, was she on any meds

that might impair her speech,
make her paranoid?

No.

How would you account
for the phone call

and the fact that she's missing?

I can't.

You don't run
a very tight ship here, do you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Molly Samson is
an investigative reporter.

Maybe she was doing
an exposé on this place

and someone decided
to shut her up.

If that's the case,
she fooled me.

In my opinion, she was here
because she was deeply troubled.

So you're thinking
about killing yourself?

I'm not thinking about it.

I'm going to do it.

It's just a question of when.

Have you ever tried
to kill yourself before?

Once... when I was a teenager.

What makes you
want to do it now?

I'm just tired of faking.

There's all this... pressure

to be what people
want me to be.

You can't just be yourself?

I guess... I'm scared.

Scared of what?

I'm a fraud. All right?

I pretend to know
what I'm doing,

but actually, I don't.

I'm so... fried

from putting on this act...

that I'm scared people are going
to start to see through me.

And... I'd rather die
than live through that.

Then why did you
come here, Molly?

My sister.

Every time I think
of ending it, I...

I think of her.

Well, thank God
for your sister, then.

It's good that you came in.

We're going to help you.

We put her
on two-minute suicide checks,

snowed her with Benadryl
and Ativan for about 14 hours.

Maybe that wasn't enough.
So you're saying you

still think it's a possibility
she killed herself?

It's possible.

So where's the body?

I don't know.

Has she slept here every night?

Since she got off suicide watch.

Did she ever spend time
in here unsupervised?

Never during the day.

And at night, they sleep
with the doors open.

How about the doors
down the hall?

Always locked?

In theory, but they
get opened and closed

all the time
during rounds.

What's this?

Looks like
a hospital-issue tee.

Yeah? Does this look like
a hospital logo to you?

Claudia, you said I could
have a vanilla pudding.

Either her doctor doesn't know
anything or he's stonewalling.

He said she's suicidal.

JACK :
She's got to be faking it.

The cops in Astoria
ID'd the guy

that she met in the bar.
Thank you.

Um, he was a private
investigator.

My guess is that she was trying
to get intel on a story

before she checked out.

Okay, so how does
the bloody shirt fit in?

I'm not sure yet.

Did you find anything
suspicious about this place?

Other than it's almost bankrupt,
uh, everything seems normal.

Really?

'Cause from where
I'm standing,

nothing seems normal.

Really

Nothing. Nothing.

I just, uh...
I miss you.

I feel like we haven't
talked all week.

Well, we haven't.

You know, uh, I have my daughter
and you got, uh...

The invalid father

of my child sleeping
on my couch, yeah.

Hmm...

All right, so, uh, I guess
I should get back to work.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

WOMAN:
What was she doing

in a mental clinic?

She told the doctor
she felt suicidal.

How could that be?

I mean, she was stressed out,
but... suicidal?

Well, she may have been
writing a story.

The man she met at the bar
is a private investigator.

Now, did she ever mention
the clinic

or anyone that
might be there?

No, never.

This is starting to sound
just like Molly.

What do you mean?

She couldn't
handle the whole

assemblyman mess, so she moves
on to the next thing.

Has she done something
like this before?

When we were kids,
after Mom died,

Dad would disappear for days--

in and out
of jail or rehab.

I was an emotional wreck,
but Molly...

bottled it up,
kept moving forward.

Whatever is

going on with her, I wish
she would have talked to me.

Yeah?

Sorry to interrupt,
but I found something important

and I couldn't track
any other agents down.

That's okay. What do you got?
Um, may I?

Yeah.
Uh, I digitized a piece

of security footage
from one of the
clinic cameras,

shot the day
before yesterday.

That's Molly
in the middle.

Who's the guy?
I don't know.

That could explain
the bloody shirt

they found in her room.

This is the best shot
I could get.

The quality was crap,
but I tried to enhance it.

No, no, no, this is great.
This is great.

Uh, good job.
Thanks.

GOMEZ:
His name is Bill Snyder.

He's been with us
about 30 days.

And you had no idea
he hit her?

That tape was
only two days old.

Our security guards
don't have time

to review the footage
that quickly.

What's Bill Snyder
here for?

He's a paranoid schizophrenic,

plus obsessive-compulsive.

They don't always
stay in the boxes
we put them in.

Yeah, and why do you
have him in lockdown?

Unfortunately,
what you saw on that tape

wasn't his only outburst.

He hit another patient
last night.

As long as he takes
his meds, he's calm,

but every now and
then, he doesn't.

Great.

The only reason
I hit Marco was

because he was trying
to-to put a...

uh, a spell on me.

That's self-defense.
Self-defense.

But that's a...
that's a wrong thought.

And thank God

my medication,
you know, revised it.

Well, that's good.

Bill, um...

Listen, I'd like to ask you
a few questions

if that's okay with you
and, uh...

You know, please understand
you don't have to answer them...

My rights under the Constitution
and the Bill of Rights,

as expanded
by Miranda v. Arizona,

Supreme Court, 1966?

Exactly.

Um...

could you tell me
why you hurt Molly Samson?

Um...

I-I didn't, um...

I didn't hurt Molly.

Well, actually, you did.

That's you right there, Bill.

Yeah, see...
That's not me.

That's Bill Two.

Right.

So, you didn't do it?

Nope.

All right.

You know, uh...

Maybe... Maybe you liked Molly,
and she didn't like you back.

I don't bother pretty girls.

I only estimate their height,
weight, and circumference

for scientific purposes.

Yeah, but you bothered Molly.
Why?

You're wrong.

Molly wasn't mad.

She said we were... good.

I can see you, Bill.

No matter which way
you move your chair.

I wasn't, uh...
I wasn't trying to hide.

Yeah, you were.

Because you know

that you shouldn't have hit me

when I was talking
with Isabella.

What, are you
going to report me?

I just want to talk.

Oh.

Here.

You want it?

You can take it.

From now on,
you can have all my fruit.

But now that you have something,
I want something.

Look, I know
that you hurt me on purpose.

And I think someone
put you up to it.

That's not true.
Yeah, it is.

Because every single time
I'm talking with Isabella,

you try to interrupt us.

Look, I don't care
why you did it.

I just...
I want it to stop, okay?

We all need a friend
in this place.

And I'm Isabella's.

So...

Are we good here?

Yeah. Okay.

Oh!

See? Everything was fine.

So, was Molly right?

Did you try and keep her
from talking to Isabella?

No.

Did someone ask you to do it?

No.

Bill, you
can tell me.

Who asked you to do it?

I'm changing your frequency.

You can't get in anymore.

Thank you, Bill.

Okay. Her name is
Isabella Tyler.

She checked into the
clinic two weeks ago,

diagnosed as bipolar.

So, what's her connection
to Molly?

I haven't been able
to figure it out.

You know what?
I think I may know.

I just got off the phone
with the doorman

at Isabella's building.

Guess who her
boyfriend is?

Assemblyman Walsh.

So, that's Molly's source.

Okay. That could
explain the PI.

You know, the editor
is pressing her for a name,

then she hires a guy
to go track down Isabella.

Then she checks into

Walsh goes after Molly
so that that doesn't happen.
Mm-hmm.

My girl's smart.

I don't see
how I can help.

Well, I know that
you and Molly were friends,

and I was hoping
you might be able

to clear a few things up for me.

Like what?

Like what you told her
about Assemblyman Walsh.

Who told you I know him?

Have you and him
been in contact?

No.

After he broke up
with me last month,

I kind of went off the deep end.

Did you happen to mention to him
that Molly was here?

I was trying
to put that all behind me,

but Molly...
she wouldn't let it go.

Oh, my God.

Isabella, what did you do?

I don't want
to talk about it.

I don't understand
what happened.

It doesn't matter.

You don't care about me.

All you care about
is your story.

That's not true.
I do care about you.

Then why do you keep asking me
to go public

when you said
I wouldn't have to?

I thought I could keep you
anonymous, but I can't.

Putting away Walsh
is what we both want.

What I want is to forget,
and you won't let me.

He was using you.

And you weren't?

Don't you get it?

This is your fault.

Just go away.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

I-I didn't think...

I-I-I'm so sorry.

Go away.

She didn't ask me
about Walsh anymore.

She disappeared after that.

Do you have any idea
what happened?

No. I don't know.

Isabella, I don't think

Bill hit her on his own.

I think somebody made him do it.
If you know who that is,

you need to tell me.
I have to go.

Listen to me.
I talked to Molly

on the phone this morning.

A man was coming after her.

If you know who it is,
I need you to tell me.

His name is George Hunson.

He's an orderly at the clinic.

He has been missing
for about four hours.

Now, his phone records
and his bank records

tie him to the assemblyman.

Not exactly a face
you'd want to see

under the influence
of drugs.

Well, let's hope it's not
the last face she saw.

SAMANTHA:
Molly, tell me where you are.

No! No, please don't!

SAMANTHA:
Molly? Molly!
Please don't! Please don't!

I got that search warrant
you were after.

Okay, now sweep the top floor
and the attic.

You know, while
your little people out there

are pawing
through my property...

I wouldn't mind
hearing a charge.

Well, let's see.

We could start
with kidnapping,

first degree murder...

:
Based on what?

Based on the fact
that you hired...

George Hunson...

who, unfortunately
for you,

according
to your own phone records,

was stupid enough
to call you twice

just after
Molly Samson went missing.

Hmm. Well, you know what?

I didn't hire him
to do anything.

That's good.

You go ahead and
call your lawyer,

and I'll call
the press back.

We'll have a
press conference.

Because everything
that I have on this table

is enough to send you to prison.

What do you want to know?

Where's the girl?

I was...

I was afraid that she was going
to get Isabella to come forward.

So you had her killed?
No.

No.

I got George to, um,
drug her with roofies

and sneak her out
of the clinic for me.

What are you doing here?

Where am I?

Uh...

Bleecker Street.

How did I get here?

You tell me.
You asked...

You asked me to
meet you, so...

I-I don't remember that.

Well, you did.

Okay. Let's get to it.

What's it going to take
to make you go away?

I don't want your money.

I don't care
about you anymore.

Okay, so, you-you put
yourself in a nuthouse

so you can get more dirt
from my ex-girlfriend...

and now you're saying
that you-you think

you've lost the taste
for it? I don't buy that.

Two days ago,

I would have done anything
for my career,

but now...

You know, why don't you
apologize to your family

or God,

if you even believe in one.

I'm done.

So... What, you're, like,
you're suddenly Mother Teresa?

I just can't take it anymore.

That's it?

You know, actually, there is
something that I want.

I knew that was coming.

I want you to leave
Isabella alone.

Just let her
get better in peace.

And then we're done?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Deal.

That was it.

She left. You called me,
and now we're here.

So you honestly expect me
to believe

that you went
to all that trouble

just to let her wander away?

That's what happened.

Excuse me, Jack,
can I have a word?

Sure.

Just stay there.

The house and car are clean.

No indication of struggle.

But the housekeeper
was telling me

that she overheard a fight
between Walsh and his wife.

She couldn't quite make out
everything they were saying,

but she did say that
Molly's name was mentioned.

Where's the wife now?

Well, that's the thing.

Apparently she took off
after her husband

in her own car.

Hasn't come home since.

Three hours ago.
Uh-huh.

JACK:
Mr. Walsh...

where's your wife?

I don't know.

You know what?
I'm getting tired
of you wasting my time.

I'm not wasting your time.

when you went to meet the girl.

I think that you
had your wife

do your dirty work.
Now where is she?

Elizabeth was watching us
while we were talking.

Elizabeth, what...
what are you doing here?

Come here...

Making sure
you didn't screw this up.

How much did she cost us?

Nothing.

It's done.

So... that's it?

Yep.

I don't believe you.

You promised this would go away,
and it won't.

I told you that
I took care of it.

Now just let it go.

We should actually be
counting ourselves lucky.

Maybe she just told you
what you wanted to hear.

How do you know she's not
going to sell her story

to a higher bidder?
Because I know.
That's why.

I gotta take this.

Get out of the car.
Go home.

We'll talk later.

It was you calling.

I came straight back here.

I thought...
she was following me home.

Well, clearly she wasn't.

Let's just hope

that she's not quite
the idiot that you are.

Thank God, Molly!

You're not hurt?

No, I'm fine.

What happened?

No, wait, let me
call the FBI.

They've been looking
for you...

In a minute. I need
to talk to you.

All right, thanks.

A transit cop who works
the Second Avenue bus line

thinks he saw Molly

just past the
Stuyvesant Park stop.

Let me check.

Yep, that's five blocks
from Cailyn's apartment.

Nice. I'll call Sammy.
Okay.

Because of me... a woman
almost killed herself.

I hunted her down.

I... I lied

to get into this hospital
so I could talk to her again.

You were just trying
to get your story.
At what cost?

I told that shrink

what I thought he wanted
to hear, but...

You know, part of it was true.

You wanted to kill yourself?

The part about being a fraud.

Growing up, it just felt like...

like survival every day.

You know, is there
food in the fridge?

Dad's not too drunk.

I just...

I just feel like
I'm caught in this loop.

Then stop.

Let me help for a change.

Yeah, that would be good.

Maybe you could, um...

go with me to my editor.

I'm going to tell him

that I lied.

I can't let this get back
to Isabella.

Of course.

I'm there.

Can I help you?

Get over there.

Hey, wait a minute...
Get over there!

And you...
You sit down!

Mrs. Walsh, what are you doing?
I said sit down!

Please.
Sit!

You don't have to do this.
Shut up!

I'm going to finish this.

You don't have to. I'm going
to tell them that I lied.

They'll print a retraction.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Now!

Mrs. Walsh, it's over.
Drop your weapon.

Put it down!

Go ahead.

Get down. Hands
behind your back.

You okay?

You wanted to see me?

Sit down.

I had a talk with the director
about your report.

He expressed
disappointment.

But considering your record,

he decided to see it
as an aberration,

and let it go
with a letter of censure.

You got lucky.

No, I know. Thank you.

No, we're not done.

You may be off the hook
with him, but not here.

You wasted my time.

You made this unit

look like crap.

For the next
six months,

you don't do anything
without my approval.

You don't go into the field.
You don't file a report.

You don't take a breath
without me approving it first.

You understand?

Yes, sir, I understand.

We're done.

So we cuffed her, and NYPD
took her, and that was that.

You did all that today?

Yeah.

I need a vacation
just hearing about it.

No, you need a vacation
because you have broken bones

and you just had
major surgery.

Well, there's that.

How does it feel?

What?

Holding a gun on someone--

saving someone's life?

Um...

You know, sometimes
in the middle of it,

I realize that I'm not...

breathing.

You know, I don't...

I don't want to make a mistake.

I don't want anyone
to get hurt or killed because...

I wasn't paying attention.

Sounds stressful.

A little bit.

You know what you need?

What's that?

Bees.

I thought
you watched that today.

I took a nap, and then I decided
I'd rather read books to Finn.

It's supposed to be really good.

All right.

Bring it on.