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Mom? Did you break your alarm clock again?

It only broke because she
dropped it out the window.

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.

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.

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.

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!

They're fed and ready to go.

Where the hell is the laundry
fairy when you need him?

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.

Nice house.

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- I'm getting mine signed first.
- No, I am.

Get rid of 'em. Get rid of 'em.

Uh, you know what?

Um, have... Have Alicia
sign your permission slips.

But she isn't our mom.

I feel... I feel sick all of a sudden.

I don't want you to catch it.

Please, please let my boys go.

Get down to the car, you're late.

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!

- Bye, Mom!
- 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.

- 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.

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.
- Hey, anything?

Let us observe.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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. 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.
- 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.

Oh. Jake wants to know if you have any
theories as to where Jon Dunham might be.

- Help! Help!
- Come here!

Help!

Do not move! Do not even move!

Jake won't be bothering us anymore.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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...

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.

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.

Oh. Hello there.

Those blue eyes of yours
supposed to loosen 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.

- I take it that was a bust.
- Brenda Philip's 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.

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.

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...

Hello?

Billy?

What's wrong?

It's Laura. She's in trouble.

It's over.

There's no one else.

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!

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

- 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.

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.

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.

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?
- Yeah!

Come on, guys.

Hey.

Did I even say thank you?

I'm losing track of all the heroic
acts you are doing on the job.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Don't do that to yourself.

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.

Team Soto for the win.

This seat taken?

No. Drinks are on me.

After everything you've been through,
I'm surprised Tony hasn't swooped you off

to a hot bath or... something hotter.

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.

Who's important.

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