All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S04 E09 - Shelter from the Storm (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

All right, one more
shot. Here's to New York.

The only place that could turn
a natural disaster into a party.

Here's to the hurricane
blowing offshore

and leaving us the hell alone.

Drink, drink!

EMCEE: All right,
everybody, final question.

Superman's father's name.

Trick question.
Krypton dad or real dad?

Krypton! Oh! Whoa.

Perfect memory girl,

you have an unfair advantage.
Not supposed to play, remember?

EMCEE: Pencils
down, pencils down.

I'm not playing,
I'm simply offering

emotional support to my
team. I'm like a cheerleader.

I'm gonna keep my
eye on you, then.

Well, why should that change?
You've been doing it all night.

All right, the correct
answer is Jor-El.

Ladder Company 70 nailed it!

All right!

All right, that
means we got a tie

between Major Crimes
and Ladder Company 70.

That means a bonus question
will determine tonight's champion.

Buy me a victory drink after?

Hey, why don't you
back up, beefcake?

Oh ho ho!

I know Kung furate,
why don't you get back

on your side, man.
Cops over here,

chutes and ladders
over there, pal!

All right, all right.
Listen, we played a song

before all 30
questions tonight. Okay.

Give us the song
titles of the third, ninth,

and 17th songs we played.

Hey, can I get your
number? Yes, you may.

Thank you.

6-4-6... Uh-huh.

5-5-5... Uh-huh.

0-1-7-1. 0-1-7-1.

Mmm-hmm.

It shouldn't take that long
to type my number down.

I'm sending a message. Oh.

Will I like it?

It's a winner.

Yeah? Yeah.

Oh.

I got it. We got it!

We got it! Got it!

Got it! I got it!

Whoo!

I don't see what
the big deal is.

Looks fine out there.

Give it a few hours.

I just heard on the radio,
could be worse than Sandy.

Category four maybe.

All right, well, we gotta stack
these bags around these pylons

storm's coming
up from the South.

Damn it!

Oh!

I'm not gonna lie, I got a
"Hunker down for the hurricane"

happy hour hangover.

Come by my lab.

I'll hook you up
with a hangover cure

I picked up in Med
school. Oh, thank you.

What do we got?

Body of a young
girl. Right over here.

Girl's name is Sadie Kopinski.

19-year-old from Yonkers.

Some kind of ligature
was used to strangle her.

Still haven't
determined the source.

Unis are canvassing
the beach for something

that would've left
a pattern like that.

And she has a contusion
on her left parietal bone.

Lack of defensive wounds suggests she
was knocked out before she was strangled.

CSUs are trying to get what
they can before the wind picks up.

Scene's a mess. I
doubt they'll find much.

She's just a baby.

Hurricane Guin
continues to pound its way

toward the tri-state area
with no sign of letting up.

Boasting sustained winds
over 90 miles per hour,

Guin promises to be
the most powerful storm

to hit the city since
Hurricane Sandy...

Hey, what are we looking at?

Oh, at my apartment.

Actually, uh, from the
camera inside the ATM

across from my apartment.

What are you,
spying on yourself?

No, I just, uh, didn't know
if I closed my windows,

and with the storm coming,
I ain't taking any chances.

That your neighbor? Yup.

She's smokin'. Yep.

No, no, no, wait. Go back.

No, that's not happening.

Looks like my windows
are closed, so crisis averted.

Spying on your neighbor
again there, Jay?

What? No!

Ah.

What do we have on our vic?

Sadie Kopinski, former student

at the Big Apple
School of Beauty.

Dropped out earlier this year

after her second arrest
for drug possession.

She lived with her parents,
Ray and Fiona Kopinski

out in Yonkers, both of which

were on the graveyard shift
at the time of Sadie's death.

No sign of forced entry
or struggle at the home.

So my guess is, she
wasn't killed there.

You got a timeline for her
the night she was killed?

Street cam outside
her parents' place

caught her leaving
Sunday night at 6:30 P.M.

Where'd she go next?

According to her cell phone
GPS, she was home all night.

Which we know isn't true.

Sadie left her cell phone
at home before heading out.

What kind of 19-year-old
leaves her cell phone at home?

Sadie's cell had one of
those "Find My Phone" apps

installed by her parents,
which they access regularly.

She probably leaves
her phone at home

in case her parents
try to check up on her.

Maybe she's up to old habits?

Not necessarily.

Just got Delina's
autopsy report,

and it looks like her tox
screen came back clean.

So Sadie wasn't currently using.

Anything else?

Delina did find traces
of polyethylene resin

throughout her thoracic region.

It's a chemical compound

found in plastic bags, tubing,
adhesive tape, and bottles.

Any of those things could've
made contact with her body

after it was dumped
at the beach.

See if you can run down
any of Sadie's friends.

Carrie and I'll
talk to her parents.

We're on it, boss.

Sadie had her problems, but...

Who would want
to hurt my little girl?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

We're gonna do our best

to find whoever did this, okay?

FIONA: Ever since she
was little, she loved makeup.

I'd let her do mine.

We'd sit around for hours.

She wanted to do makeup
for Broadway shows,

but she was never able to
stay sober long enough to.

I'm sorry.

You sure I can't
get you anything?

Nah, I'm good.

Any idea where
Sadie went last night?

No, we didn't even know
that she'd left the house

till after we came home
from work this morning.

Can you think of
anyone who would want

to hurt your daughter?

She was turning her life around,

going to NA meetings.

Anything out of the ordinary?

I mean, coming out of rehab

must have been a
tough adjustment.

Actually, there was a
setback a few weeks ago.

What happened?

Sadie was arrested
for petty theft,

but the charges were dropped.

Never went on her record.

Why were the charges dropped?

I don't know.

Sadie didn't want
to talk about it.

We were just relieved.

She had had so
many tough breaks.

We didn't want to look
a gift horse in the mouth.

There it is, no wonder
why it didn't show up at first.

Sadie's latest
brush with the law

was erased from
the C.I.I. database.

But you found it, Detective.

Sadie was arrested for stealing
the purse of a Betty Wiggins,

but then the charges
were withdrawn

by Betty's grandson, Robert.

Robert Wiggins.

As in Robert Wiggins?

Oh, my God. One and the same.

Who the hell are
you talking about?

Robert Wiggins? Yeah.

Better known as R-Dubbs.

What is it.

Drug dealer turned heavy-hitting
music producer. RDub.

Multiple arrests for aggravated
assault, drugs, firearm possession.

He even did a
stretch up at Riker's.

So what do we think, that he got his
grandmother to refuse to prosecute

so he could take
care of it on his own?

That makes sense.

I mean, lyrically, RDub's
all about street justice.

You think I'd kill a girl
for robbing my grandma?

You've assaulted people
over a hell of a lot less.

I would kill someone for
robbing my grandmother,

so I ain't insulted
by the inquiry.

What about a girl?
Would you kill her?

I don't hit girls.

I got a business to run,
which is what I was doing

night before last.

I was at a show in Philly.

Some place called
Low End Theory.

Someone there will remember me.

You better hope they do.

And don't even think
about leaving town.

Look.

I wanted to press charges,
but the detective on the case

convinced me it'd
be a waste of my time.

He said there wasn't
enough evidence against her.

Remember the name
of this detective?

Uh... Frank something.

Frank Fleming.

She wanted to do makeup
for Broadway shows...

He's not our killer.

He's not our killer. He's not?

I saw the initials "FF"
on a ticket envelope

in Sadie's room. Frank Fleming.

You think he bought
her the tickets?

I don't know, but he buried
the case for some reason.

Listen, Delina's
report said that Sadie

had a resin on her chest
consistent with adhesive tape.

What if Sadie was
wearing a wire?

You think Fleming
tossed Sadie's case

in exchange for her working
as a confidential informant?

That's kind of a leap.

I'm the queen of leaping to
conclusions, you know that.

You're the queen of a few
other things I can think of too.

I'm gonna take that
as a compliment.

Let's bring Fleming in.

If he leveraged Sadie
into doing his dirty work,

that could be
how she got killed.

Lieutenant Al Burns.
Frank Fleming.

Thanks for coming in, Frank.

Major Crimes. I
musta hit the big time.

Yeah. Something like that.

If you're looking for me
to consult on the case,

when it comes to
narcotics, I'm the guy.

Actually, there is a case.

Sadie Kopinski.

What about her?

That's what I want to know.

Tweaked-out C.I.

You pick her up?

Because she is
into me for 10 grand

of buy money that I fronted her.

That's the least of
your troubles, Detective.

Sadie's dead.

What?

And you got a lot of
explainin' to do, Frank.

I didn't know she was dead.

What'd you think happened
when you lost track of her?

I figured she ditched the wire

and bolted with the money
I gave her for the buy.

It wouldn't be the
first time a C.I. took off

with a bag full of cash.

Did you even look for her?

I scoured the park where
she was set to meet the dealer.

There was no
sign of her, so I left.

And you got Sadie killed.

Back off, Lieutenant.

You have no idea how much...

What?

Forget it.

Oh.

It's okay, Frank.

What's okay?

We figured out

who gave these
Broadway tickets to Sadie.

I thought maybe it was payment,

or you were bangin' her.

It wasn't like that.

No, it wasn't.

She mattered to you.

You two... Was it serious?

You wouldn't be the first
good cop to fall for a troubled...

No, it wasn't
anything like that.

She... She was a good kid.

When I wired her up,

I just thought we'd be getting another
scumbag drug dealer off the streets.

I never thought it
would end up like this.

Then you gotta
help us nail her killer.

Who was the dealer
she met up with?

All right, so, meet
our prime suspect,

at least according to
Frank Fleming, anyways,

a dealer named Bobby Ewers.

Now, Fleming sent
over Sadie's C.I. file,

so it does look like she met
up with Ewers a few days ago.

There's something you should
know about Ewers, Carrie.

This guys works for one of the East
Coast's nastiest crime syndicates.

It's run by Lorenzo
Abrelli, aka The Shadow.

The Shadow? Mmm-hmm.

Now, we've got next to nothing
on this guy on the database.

He's never been arrested. People
haven't even seen him in years.

This guy is literally a ghost.

I mean, all I could find on him?

These low-res photos.

I know about this guy, Lorenzo.

He grew up in the
Jersey foster-care system,

bounced from family to family,

probably because
of his volatile temper.

When he was 12 years
old, system lost track of him.

How'd that happen? A fire
destroyed the foster home he was in,

left him with a nasty
scar on his arm.

This boy walked
out of the hospital.

Nobody's seen him since.

But now, he's got a wall
of people surrounding him,

protecting him. All of them
capable of murdering a C.I.

Whoa, hold on.

There's some activity
on Sadie's credit card.

Looks like Ewers bought
a train ticket to Toronto.

Leaves Penn Station in an hour.

And he's running up a tab at a bar
across the street from the station.

Jeez, looks like
he's buying a drink

for everybody in the house.

Generous guy.

Hey boss, we got a patrol car
down the block from the bar.

All right, let's pick him up.

We're bringing the
party here, boys.

Yep.

We found your ditched car.

And guess what?
There's blood in the trunk.

I'm betting once they run it,

they'll find out it
belongs to Sadie.

I didn't kill her.

Oh, we are way past that, Bobby.

We have all the evidence
we need to convict you.

Okay, maybe I freaked out

when I realized she
was wearing a wire,

and I hit her,

but she was definitely alive.

I didn't know what to do, so I
took her to the people I work for.

You brought an unconscious C.I.

to the headquarters of
a major drug operation?

Yeah.

That's what my bosses said, too.

You mean Lorenzo's people.

I don't know who it was.

I work with a guy, Diego.

He told me to get lost for an hour
while they cleaned up my mess.

Who exactly cleaned
up your mess?

I don't know. By
the time I came back,

Diego was gone,
and the girl's body

was already in my trunk.

Where can we find Diego?

He texted me later that night.

Said he was
booking it for Brazil.

Where'd you meet up with him?

Can't tell you that.

Not without some reciprocity.

You think this is a negotiation?

I want immunity and
witness protection.

My bosses find out I
ratted, I'm a dead man.

Oh.

Okay.

Here's my counteroffer.

Go screw yourself.

How can I make a
deal with some scumbag

who knocks a girl out

and delivers her to
where she got killed?

Look, I know he's a
piece of shit, okay?

But he could lead
us to Sadie's killer.

We need that address.

Well, I've been tracking Bobby's
movements using his cell phone

from the night of Sadie's death.

Here's a list of the towers

that his cell phone
pinged off of.

Looks like he
started his evening

on the Upper East Side,
then he hit Liberty park.

Where he met with
Sadie. And after that?

And after that, he hit an industrial
manufacturing neighborhood

in the South Bronx.

Mostly just a bunch of
meat processing plants

and some other factories,

a coat factory and an
industrial bakery, to be exact.

CSU's are trying
to get what they can

before the wind picks up.

Scene's a mess.
Doubt they'll find much.

Al, you may not
have to make a deal.

At Sadie's crime scene,
there was a wrapper.

Southview Bakery.

Come on, a crime syndicate
working out of a bakery?

Do you have anything better?

No. So, Jay?

Have some unis meet
us there in unmarked cars.

I have a feeling we're
walking into a room

full of people who
don't want to see us.

NEWSCASTER: With storm
surges expected to be over 10 feet,

flooding and power
outages are expected,

and Mayor de Blasio is asking
that all non-essential personnel

please remain indoors.

Here we go.

We're going in on my signal.

Al, wait.

Stand by.

That's him. That's
Lorenzo the Shadow.

That's him?

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

Freeze, police!

Let me see your
hands! Don't move!

Okay, okay, my hands
are up, just don't shoot.

Don't even think about it.

Get his gun.

You're making a mistake.

Wouldn't be the first,
and it won't be the last.

Cuff him up. All right.

What's your name, big guy?

Huh?

Ah, no I.D.

Oh. You gonna tell us your name,

or do we just call
you The Shadow?

Or you could call
him "Mr. Shadow,"

keep things formal.

My name is go f...

Don't say anything, Lorenzo.

Oh, Lorenzo.

See, now that wasn't
so hard, was it?

Nice to meet you, Lorenzo.

You're dead. I'm sorry, boss.

They already called you
The Shadow, I figured...

All right, shut up. Both of you.

Who are you?

I'm just a bean counter.

Lot of beans.

You don't know the half of it.

I'm sure we will,
once we get you back

to Major Crimes,
Steven Patchett.

Call me Stevie. Everyone does.

OFFICER: We're gonna
transport these guys in.

Right behind you.

You need a new nickname.

You're not in the
shadows anymore.

How about Lorenzo the Mute?

Did you know 100
people in the United States

are killed every year
by lightning strikes?

You a weatherman as well
as being a criminal accountant?

You know, I resent that.
I mean, would you call

the Yankees' accountant
"Yankee Accountant?"

No, you would not. So, you know,

your characterization is
as lazy as it is fallacious.

Even though, yes, my
client is technically a criminal.

Strike that. Uh,
alleged criminal.

You know, I have
an office in West...

Shut up.

I don't care about your
office in Westchester.

Just shut up.

Thank you. Sure.

I was gonna shoot him myself.

Get down!

Drive!

Hey, Al.

AL: Jay, listen, we've
been ambushed.

Some of Lorenzo's guys
followed us and shot up the car.

We're in the Bronx, but...

Whoa, whoa, Al, Al.

Uh, I didn't catch all
that. Can you repeat it?

AL: I think we've
lost 'em for now.

We gotta hole up somewhere.
We're heading towards...

Al?

Hey, boss?

Carrie and Al were
just ambushed.

Their car just got shot up.

What do you mean?
Where, where are they?

I don't know.
Somewhere in the Bronx.

Lost the signal before they could
tell me exactly where they were.

Look, that narrows it down
to, like, 60 square miles.

J

I got nothing.

We have to find
out where they are,

and we have to get them help.

All right. Come on.

Ah, come on. It's
this frickin' storm.

The whole system's
down because of it.

I can't even get a... Jay.

Just do whatever
the hell you have to do

and find them, you got that?

All right.

Okay, so there are
no phone signals

'cause the cell
towers are overloaded.

Do we have come
with anybody up there?

Uh...

No. It's a mess.

Can't get anything.
They're all out on calls.

Maybe we should go. Go.

Wander around the Bronx
with what, a frickin' megaphone?

We have to find their location.

Try to get through
to any precincts,

see if there's been any
reports of any shots fired.

Once we find out where they
were ambushed, then we find them.

Yes, ma'am. All right.

51st has seen better days. Hey.

Good thing you
remembered this place.

The engine's shot.

Hi, how may I help you?
Carrie Wells, Major Crimes.

Richie Gardner,
Probationary Officer.

You're a probey? How
long you been on the job?

One week. Four days, actually.

Okay, well, welcome
to the deep end.

We got a hurricane,
a wanted criminal,

and a bunch of guys
out there with guns

who are trying to find us
so they can set Lorenzo free.

Where are the holding cells?

Uh, we only have the one.

Place is under renovation.
It's in the bullpen.

Any guests tonight?

RICHIE: Just the
guys you're checking in.

And here's the keys.

Lock the door, hunker
down. Storm's coming.

Ah!

Hey, you just ripped a
$2,000 suit, you know,

that's the fourth
violation. Shut up!

My statutory rights...

Ugh, this cut on my hand
needs medical attention,

now you're legally
required to provide that.

Okay, you know
what? If you shut up,

I will provide you
with medical attention.

No, no, no, wait,

you can't put me
in the cell with him.

He's gonna try and kill me.

"Try" is actually
optimistic on my part.

He is going to
successfully kill me.

And then he'll likely kill
the family I'll never have.

But maybe I could
have that family

if you don't put me in
there. You talk an awful lot.

Do you know that? Are you good?

All right, you
know what? Listen.

Shut up. You talk too
much, way too much.

This is the part
where you roll over

on the whole organization, huh?

I keep immaculate books.

Well, they're not
actually books, per se,

'cause everything's on
computers these days...

Oh, my God!

But I can give you
a big, juicy collar.

I'm gonna need a first aid kit.

I'll check with Richie. Yeah.

You know what? To
give me a big juicy collar,

I need a witness who's
brave enough to testify at trial.

Are you gonna do that?

I swear to you.
Anything you need.

Fine, you can stay
out here with me.

If you shut up and
stop annoying me.

Sit down. Don't talk.

My anatomy thanks you.

Who are you? Who are you?

Lieutenant Al Burns.
One more time.

Who are you? Oh,
I'm Francis Shadez.

Administrative
assistant. I work here.

Okay, if you work here, can
you help me find a first aid kit?

Yeah.

Sure, it's back
here. I'll show you.

Ah.

Hey.

What, you don't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

Shit. Here you go.

Ah, thank you. No
cell phone reception.

Landlines are still
down. I'll check again.

Go.

Oh, it hurts.

Any word? Not yet, no.

Working on Ewers's phone.

He's one of Lorenzo's top guys.

He's got all the cell numbers,

so we're gonna run
a track and trace.

Find Lorenzo's troops
before they find ours.

We better hurry. Storm's here.

Hold on. Oh, baby, oh, baby.

Cracked it!

Yes! Nice job. Okay.

Okay, okay.

All right, I'm entering
phone numbers

of known Lorenzo associates,

see if they're on the move.
ALICE: Yeah, go, go, go.

Oh, no. Oh, my God.

There's a dozen of 'em.

JAY LEE: And look
where they're all headed.

161st and Grand Concourse.
That's the 51st Precinct.

And that's where Carrie
and Al would head for.

Jay, we gotta call
'em. We gotta warn 'em.

Yep. Already on it.

CHERIE: Answer.

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: We're
sorry, your call can not be completed.

Come on. Please check
the number and dial again.

Ah.

Precinct landlines are down. There's
no way to get through to 'em, boss.

They're surrounded and they
have no idea what's coming at them.

We're gonna be
stuck here for a while.

I should check the
breach points downstairs.

I'll come with you.

Richie. Keep an eye on him.

Check the landlines,
and, um, if he annoys you,

just, you know, shoot him.

She was, uh... She
was joking, by the way.

I know you're a
little green, but, uh...

Cops are prone to
bouts of jocularity.

You know, it, uh, helps
relieve the stress of the job.

I'm not a kid, and I don't
feel the stress of the job.

Come on, I can see it.

Hey, it's just two
guys talking, right?

I mean, look at you.

You're shaking like a leaf.

You know what?

You will be better
off in the cell.

Oh, come... Come on.

Ah!

You... She said
I could sit here.

Let's go. Ah.

Go.

RICHIE: They're loose!

The emergency lights
should've kicked on by now.

This place must
have backup power.

Ah!

Hey.

Al, I saw a fuse box
on the way in now.

Maybe it's connected
to the backup generator.

I'll go help Richie.
Watch your ass.

That's what I
got you for, right?

Move a muscle, it'll
be the last breath...

Oh, sorry.

You're quite the badass.

I'll hold onto this.

You think I'm a badass?

Okay.

Bingo, baby.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes.

What happened?
They overpowered me.

I'm sorry. Which
way did they go?

That way. All right.

You two stay here.

All right.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

I'll take the stairs.

You take the hall.

Oh!

Shit.

Anything?

Nothing.

Don't move. Okay, don't shoot.

Get out. Ow!

Ow, ow, ow.

Take it easy. Ow!

Okay, okay. All right.

Just... Ah!

Now what?

We wait for this
storm to blow over,

then we all head downtown.

CARRIE: Damn it.

Lorenzo's boys are back in town.

Al, we got guys with
guns headed this way.

How much ammo you got?

Four in this clip, one full.

I got one clip, it...

It's not gonna be enough.

Richie, we need ammo.

Well, ever since the
construction started to happen,

it's been locked in
the Captain's safe.

He's the only one
that knows the code.

They're trying to break
the front door down!

Let's get down there.

You stay here.

Remember how I always
wanted to be more like.

Butch Cassidy?

This isn't what I meant.

You know, I'm Butch Cassidy.
You're the Sundance Kid.

Is this really a time to...

Ah!

One clip left.

You guys need more ammo, right?

How'd you get into
the Captain's safe?

Well, he and I
shared some things.

This isn't for a Glock.

I'll take it. All right.

Okay. I'll check
the back entrance.

I'll cover you. Go, go, go.

Don't move. Al.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Figured you could use the help.

So you came through a hurricane?

Whoo! Hey, boys.

Hey, we came to the
rescue. It's crazy out there.

It's crazy in here too, and I'm
not sure we needed rescuing.

Could use your help, though.

Okay. All right.

Let's go.

MAN: Give us Lorenzo
and we're gone!

Hey.

Welcome to the party.

I think we can keep 'em
pinned down from here.

Go.

I'm... I'm out.

Okay, listen to me.

Richie, is there a
way out of here?

Some kind of obscure way
they might not know about?

Uh, the... Down in the basement,

there's a door with
a deadend alley.

Great. Okay, you and Richie

take Lorenzo and the accountant,

see if there's a way
out through that alley.

We'll hold 'em off from here.

Okay. Go.

Ah! No!

Get up! Ah!

Oh!

Please be gentle. This
is my calculating hand.

Drop the gun, or he's dead.

I said drop it.

Drop it!

It's okay, Richie.

Keys.

Let's go, keys!

Pick 'em up, Stevie.

Let's go, get the keys!

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, come on!

Get 'em off me.

The storm's almost over and
this place is gonna be surrounded.

You're not gonna get outta here.

You bastard.

You're my ticket outta here.

Put the cuffs on her.

You mean our ticket, don't ya?

Come on, put the cuffs on her.

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

Pretty badass for an accountant.

We gotta get Richie upstairs.

Let's finish this. You ready?

Born ready, boss.

Francis, stay back.

I'd like to stay with him,

if that's okay with you.

Just stay close, okay?

I will. All right.

Ah!

Okay, okay.

Get him down on the floor.

He can rest. Ah.

Remain steady. You're
gonna be okay. All right?

Ow.

JOANNE: I know
about this guy, Lorenzo.

A fire destroyed
his foster home.

Left him with a
nasty scar on his arm.

So, uh, Stevie.

How long you been
Lorenzo's accountant for?

Uh... I don't know.

Maybe about a year or so?

I was on my way out, though.

I don't think he liked
the way I did business.

Get down!

That's odd.

Seems like he was protecting you

when we got shot at in the car.

Right.

More like I was in
his way or something.

So, uh, so, you think the
judge will go easy on me

if you tell him I
saved your life?

No.

I don't think that's
gonna happen, Lorenzo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Excuse me? Smart.

Hiding in plain sight
as the accountant.

Hiding?

Okay, are you sure you didn't
take a blow to the head too?

As a boy, Lorenzo was...

Was involved in a fire.

His arm was badly burned.

And I imagine the scars

look a lot like what I
just saw on your arm.

So, uh... If I'm Lorenzo...

Then, like, why... Why didn't I
kill you when I had the chance?

Too smart.

You're not gonna blow the cover
you spent years building, are you?

Easier to shoot the guy you
paid to pretend to be Lorenzo.

You're a hero,
'cause you saved me.

You cut a deal,
agree to testify,

post bail, and
then you disappear

into the shadows.

My God.

What?

Oh.

Pretty smart theory.

Course, you got
nothing to hold me on.

Your belt.

You strangled
Sadie with your belt.

The markings are
the same as the studs,

and I bet forensics
can prove it.

You are good.

You know...

I know about you.

The famous memory cop.

I know about you, too.

Lorenzo. Sad little boy.

Orphaned. Ignored.

A victim of the
foster care system.

I feel sorry for that boy,

but I won't hesitate

to shoot the
cold-blooded murderer

standing in front of me.

That's touching.

But you know, you should
feel sorry for yourself.

You see, I'm good with numbers.

Like, how many
bullets were in that gun,

and how many bullets went out.

I could have used one
shot to kill that big moron,

but I used four.

I emptied it.

Pretty clever, pretending
the gun is loaded.

Oh, but it's empty.

You know it.

And I know it.

I don't need bullets
to take you out.

Let's see.

Oh! Oh!

Ah!

I'm sorry, was that
your calculating hand?

MAN: Hey, no
joke. It's a true story.

Saw, like, ten guys, all myself.

I had nine bullets. It's weird.

Hey, you know, I... All right.

Hey.

Hey, you feelin'
all right there, kid?

You okay? Yeah,
it's all good. Okay?

JAY LEE: So, you know, maybe

it's a good idea for you
to talk to a counselor.

Oh.

But you know, listen,
you handled yourself

really well back there.

I knew you had my back, so...

Hey, Francis. Hey, tell me,

what do you think
about my boy Jay here?

He's kind of a hero, isn't he?

You let him do all
your talking for you?

No, I don't. Danny, uh...

Yeah. I got this, okay?

Oh. Oh, I bet you do.

Okay, yes, I... Yeah?

Okay, yes. Thank you very much.

Look, you were really
cool under fire. Thank you.

Really, really,
really standup job.

That was crazy.
Gonna take your tie off.

A little better. CARRIE: Hey!

ALL: Hey!

I can't believe you brought
us all out here and it's closed.

It's not closed.
It's a little surprise.

It's closed to the
public, but open to us.

Aw. That's sweet. Thank you.

What?

Uh... What is this?

That is a love meter. It
can test your passion.

Oh, really? Well, no offense,

I could find other
ways to, you know...

ALL: Oh! I'm sure you could!

JAY LEE: Right. AL: Wait.

Who's first? No,
hold on a second.

Shots. Oh.

To say thank you,
thank you, here.

Oh, my. You gotta
do it all in one.

Oh, my God!

All right, to my partner,
Al, who saves my ass

every time, and, um, you know,

occasionally I save his too.

I'll drink to that.

To Al. And to the rest of you,

thanks for being there for us.

Hey, we're there
for each other, right?

AL: Always. Ah, all right, go!

Oh!

Mmm! CARRIE: Oh, my God.

Oh, it all went
down my front. Ah!

Hey, J-bones! Mmm?

Oh, gosh. It's you, baby.

What? You're first up, come on.

Oh, no, no, no. Let's go.

Come on! Jay, come on!

Why can't you have
fun? Come on. Oh, okay.

Oh, my God, that's horrible.

Go ahead. Okay, um...

What do Iwhat do I do?

You grab it and you squeeze it.

Grab and squeeze it!
Grab it and squeeze it!

CARRIE: That's it, go! Okay.

ALL: Oh!

You are uncontrollable.

MAN: Oh, my God.

How much you pay the
guy to rig the machine?

You know me so well.