Sanctuary

This is Seven David Five, responding to a 10-11,

149th and Cordova.

DISPAΤCH: Copy that, Seven David Five.

[Residents shouting in panicked Russian]

Open up, police!

Let's go! Open up!

Ma'am, we've had some complaints about the noise.

We want no trouble.

Then you don't mind if we come in?

No.

You folks want to tell me what's going on?

We have trouble early tonight, but no trouble now.

Please.... You go.

We have no trouble.

It's okay.

Ma'am, I'm going to enter this room. Please, step aside.

Please....

Relax, it'll be fine.

Russo! We need backup!

Seven David Five, requesting backup on that 10-11.

DISPAΤCH: Copy that, Seven David Five.

Seven David Five EMT, stat.

It's a kid.

Hey, kid, you okay?

It's okay. I'm just going to come over here real slow,

and you're going to reach out and grab my hand, okay?

No, come on, it's okay. You're okay. Just reach out. Come on.

No, come on. It's okay.

Come on, I need you to just take my hand.

I said come here!

Oh, God....

-Um, excuse me? -Hey, is everything good?

Well, yeah, it's great. It's delicious, but, um....

Is it the chef's night off?

Uh, actually, yeah.

Is something wrong?

No, no, it's just that the balsamic drizzle is counter-clockwise

instead of clockwise.

Oh.

Not that it matters. It's just that, uh.... Hold on.

May I?

Damn.

Thanks.

-It's part of the job. -He's here.

You're too late, Zimmerman.

Yeah, I was at dinner.

-Well, we got our guy. -No kidding?

Wow, that's great. Really great.

Two of our own, huh?

-Do their families know? -It's covered.

As long as I'm here, you mind if I take a look around?

Sure, whatever.

A lot of people living in one apartment.

Five?

Four, including the third DB. An old man.

Religious people.

Ukrainian or Russian?

Russian.

-And just the one kid? -No, no kids.

Hyperactive.

Fidgety.

These scratches are pretty fresh.

What the hell's he talking about?

Yeah, we got the shooter, Zimmerman.

He's at the hospital with one of our eyewitnesses.

Huh....

Guy's a forensic shrink. Thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.

I heard the agency gave him the boot.

Yeah, now he's all ours.

Better go keep an eye on him.

Night sweats.

A lot of fear in the air.

Borscht, too, but.... Mainly fear.

Gee, maybe it has something to do with the triple homicide.

No, I mean before that.

Deadbolt on the bedroom door.

It locks from the outside.

And these shades are never up,

but they're not trying to hide their heritage.

-They're not illegals, right? -That's right.

So what are they hiding?

What part of "we got the shooter" don't you understand?

I'm thinking there was no shooting.

I don't need ballistics to recognize the damage

of close-range small caliber, and we got eyewitnesses.

Or weren't you listening to that part?

Couple things don't jibe. Multidirectional cast-off on the walls.

It's from a blunt implement, maybe.

Five people in one small apartment.

Space is precious, but one drawer's empty?

I told you, four people.

Another drawer's got a comic book hidden under the clothes.

-So what? -Well, it's not as if it's porn.

Then there's, why were all four adults sleeping in the living room?

No, something else is going on here that we haven't accounted for.

And what the hell's that supposed to mean?

I don't know.

Hey! Hey, kid!

Hey, wait a second!

Whoa, hey!

This is getting weird.

Not the way I'd hoped we'd meet.

: Will? Stay where you are...

Mommy!

Mommy!

You okay, Sherlock? We found you out cold.

-Yeah. A little bit sore. -Let me guess.

You got decked by a hyperactive kid.

No, somebody coming down the alley clipped me and kept going.

Well, soon as you're up to it,

Cavanaugh wants to see you upstairs.

Witness I.D.

I'll be a couple of hours.

Yeah, we got our eyewitness right here at the hospital.

Yeah, a Mrs. Lutrova, daughter of vic number one.

Absolutely. By the book. I'm looking at our guy right now.

Yes, sir. As soon as we get a positive ID, I'll let you know.

Not a word to the press without your say so, I understand.

Okay, bye.

Joe.

What the hell happened to you?

Car versus idiot.

-I was the, uh.... -Right, yeah.

Well, bad night all around, I guess, huh?

Who's your man?

Vern Kovacs.

Apartment two floors below our crime scene.

He's got a whole list of priors there.

Just got paroled after doing a dime for armed robbery, rape, and assault.

You'd think he'd eliminate the witnesses.

I mean, after three, what's the downside?

Come on. Chances are he wasn't doing a lot of thinking.

-Do you have a motive? -Yes, I do.

I'm trying to solve this case.

Mrs. Lutrova? Come in.

Now, this is Dr. Zimmerman.

He is a forensic psychiatrist attached to homicide.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Now, ma'am, do you see the man who murdered your father

and those police officers tonight?

Now, take your time,

because we need you to be sure about this, all right?

He is the one.

He killed them.

You're certain?

His face I could never forget.

Okay, all right. Well, that's good for now.

Um, again, ma'am, my condolences for your loss tonight.

Ma'am.

-Thank you, God. -Joe, listen to me --

Just give me a second here.

Tracy, yeah, I need to talk to the D.A.'s office right away.

Hey.

Hey, Fets.

I need five minutes with her.

-Later, Doc, I'm taking her home. -No, now.

Mrs. Lutrova, I realize that you've been through a lot tonight,

but you and I both know that you just lied in there.

Body language. Averting your gaze. Hands to your face.

Rising vocal pitch.

You'd never seen that man before in your life, had you?

I don't know what you say.

And you felt no guilt about it.

I do what's right. You leave me alone now.

I was at your building tonight when everything happened.

I saw a kid coming from your apartment. Maybe 10 years old.

There is no boy. No.

I never said it was a boy.

Enough bad thing happen tonight. You leave me alone now.

-Mrs. Lutrova, please -- -You stop. I go home.

-Fresh meat coming through! -Subtle.

Russo, Albert and Birch, Lawrence. Two cops. Bit it tonight uptown.

Yeah, we've been expecting them. Put them in holding.

Got one more coming later. EMS says it was a real butcher shop.

Aren't they all these days?

-Helen? -Eleanor.

-They're in the cold room. -Thank you.

-Lunch next week? -Love to.

I'll call.

20 bucks? I ain't giving it away, pal.

Ain't you a drink of water?

And I'm kind of thirsty.

Is that so?