Previously on Alert...
I give you my whole world.
I give you my hand, my life. I love you.
That is Charlie McGannon-- the current Irish Mob boss.
I got you where you are today.
Don't think I can't undo that.
-Nikki's missing. -Her car's been destroyed.
I want an Alert issued for Captain Batista!
Nikki! Can you hear me?
-Let me see her. -No, no, no. -Let me see her. Jay!
Did you say goodbye to my wife before she died?
If you see Nikki on the other side, tell her Mike sent you.
He's not getting away with it. He's done.
"To my MPU team,
go out there every day and save as many as you can."
[lid rattles and clangs]
Sorry.
Didn't mean to startle you.
[bag unzips]
What do you want for it?
Nothing. No strings.
[package rustles]
Oh, no, that's okay.
[cart rattling]
[Speedway (In My Zone) by Jason Chu and Lowhi playing]
[singing in Mandarin]
"Showed up where I shouldn't have been"
"Two years ago they wouldn't let us in"
"For a hundred years they wouldn't let us win"
"Now the boys been crowned the champions"
"I need my laurels"
"I need the premium florals"
"I need to stick to my morals"
"I need the victory in plurals"
"We out here switchin' laaanes"
"(swerve, swerve!) Like a cabbie"
"You be out here lookin' laaaame"
"(so sad!) With no navi"
"On the come-up Switchin' lanes"
"Stay in your lane Stay in your lane..."
"Stay in your lane Stay in your lane"
"Stay in your lane"
"Stay in your lane Stay in your lane..."
"Stay in your lane"
"Stay in your lane Stay in your lane..."
[spraying paint]
[rumbling]
Hey. You like it?
Think it may be my best work yet.
Whoa, whoa.
Hey, man.
Hey. S-Stay back!
[gasps]
[panting anxiously]
Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey!
No!
It's still surreal, isn't it?
[sighs] Yeah, you can say that again.
Yeah.
How are you, Jason?
-I'm good. -Yeah?
-Good to see you. -Good to see you.
I gotta thank, uh, Bill for the time off with Sid.
That was a good couple months. We needed it, you know?
-How is Sidney doing? Is she okay? -Kemi,
we got a walk-in.
-Hey, Jay. -What's up, buddy?
Welcome back.
Thank you.
[quieter] How's he doing?
Ah, he's pushing through.
You know, he's picking up more slack until we identify a new captain,
but I truly am worried that he hasn't taken enough time to process it.
You'll be riding with him today so let me know what you think.
Okay.
It's good to have you back, Jay.
Thanks.
[footsteps receding]
[sniffling]
My son, Lay,
didn't came home last night.
Lay lives with you?
Uh, he moved in last year, to help with my bills.
He always calls if he's not coming home.
Is there a chance that he might've stayed at a friend's house?
Yes,
but he missed an appointment at the hospital this morning.
Hospital? Is Lay sick?
No. It's my younger son, Luhan.
He has non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Lay is a bone-marrow match for Luhan.
The final appointment before the transplant surgery
was supposed to be this morning.
Okay, I-I hate to ask this,
but, um, were there any issues with your sons?
D-Did they get in a fight?
No.
Their father died when I was pregnant with Luhan.
Lay never left his side since the moment Luhan was born.
Yeah, he tried to fill his father's shoes. I get it.
[sobbing] He's a good boy, Lay.
He would never abandon his brother.
If Luhan doesn't get this surgery...
[sobbing]
I-I can't lose them both!
I understand. Okay? We're gonna look right into it.
I promise.
[breath shaking]
Okay?
All right, so, our missing person's full name is Zitao Lei,
but he uses the mononym "Lay," and he's a muralist.
He is talented.
Yeah. He started off as a graffiti artist,
but he has a few priors-- trespassing and B-&-E.
Yeah, that's consistent with the graffiti thing.
Yeah, but it's all in the past. I mean, he's legit now.
You know? We're talking commissions, gallery shows-- the whole deal.
"Local boy makes good"?
Good in terms of profile,
but not quite there yet in terms of monetizing it,
but considering where he started out...
Yeah. Well, graffiti makes enemies,
so maybe somebody from his past came after him.
Old grudge. Jealousy.
I mean, possibly a new one.
-[keys clacking] -Look at this.
Lay's art is controversial.
I mean, he uses his murals as a form of social commentary.
So maybe his art pissed off the wrong person?
I can talk to the brother,
see if there's anyone specific that Lay had troubles with.
And given his brother's medical condition, I'm, uh...
putting out the Alert.
Okay.
[missing alert blares]
[alert blaring]
[P.A. announcement, indistinct]
[dripping]
[coughing weakly]
Luhan?
My name is Detective Adebayo.
Can I ask you a few questions about your brother?
Of course. Anything.
When did you last see him?
Uh, yesterday morning.
He brought me Mom's congee for breakfast.
Yeah, he says that the hospital food
will kill me before the cancer does.
Any idea where he went after that?
[monitors beeping steadily]
No, I'm not sure.
Luhan, it's a good thing to protect the ones you love.
Really good, but...
sometimes, the best way to protect them is to speak the truth.
You won't tell anyone here?
In the hospital? Hell, no.
[Luhan chuckles, then coughs] [exhales]
There's this place called "Happy Healthy Homeopathy,"
and it's run by a guy named Dennis McComb.
I was a patient there.
Don't let my stellar appearance fool you--
I know I look great, but, uh...
[groans in pain] ...the treatments didn't work.
You're in good hands now.
The doctors here are top-notch.
Yeah, but my insurance isn't.
I have what they call "catastrophic insurance."
That's a good name, 'cause it's a catastrophe.
I'm already behind on payments,
so I'll have to front the deductible
before they'll approve the transplant.
I don't have the money, and that's why
Lay went to Dennis-- to get my money back.
Yeah, Lay always thought it was a scam.
Should've listened to him.
How much did you give to Dennis?
$8,000.
Okay... Okay.
Why? What, you-- you don't think
it has something to do with why Lay's missing, do you?
No, no, no, no.
You're just gonna let me worry about that, okay?
You promise me that you're gonna rest now?
-Okay. -All right?
-Don't eat that food. -[Luhan laughs]
-You rest, okay? -Okay.
-Hi... -Hi.
I'm Dr. Roberta Stark, I'm Luhan's oncologist.
You're looking for his brother?
Yeah. Is there anything that you can share with us?
Only that it's urgent that you find him.
Luhan is too weak for chemo and radiation.
This bone-marrow transplant is his only hope.
I understand.
Respectfully, I don't think you do.
In 48 hours, Luhan will be too weak to accept the transplant.
He needs that surgery now.
[chuckling]
[typing]
Is it Taye Diggs blowin' you up again?
No. Maya, actually.
She's been texting me non-stop ever since
I got her a part-time gig at my friend's gallery.
But, apparently, Lay's disappearance made it to social media,
and now Maya's very concerned that we find the...
"greatest street artist" of her generation.
Yeah. Speaking of--
what do you got on Dennis McComb?
Uh, yeah. Okay. So, he runs "Happy Healthy Homeopathy,"
an alternative-medicine clinic in Nicetown.
Now, that is the face of a used-car salesman
who puts snake oil in his engines.
Okay, someone's a bit of a Judge-y Betty this morning.
Are you really gonna defend a man
who's peddling B.S. to people who are literally dying?
All right, calm down.
First of all, homeopathy is not "B.S."
Now, making unrealistic promises
like claiming that you can cure cancer without chemo--
that is a different story.
-Yeah. Thank you. -Okay. All right.
So, Luhan thinks that Lay went to get his money back from McComb,
but there is no way that guy does refunds.
And if Lay refused to take "no" for an answer...
The conversation could've turned ugly.
-I'll get Jay. -All right.
[rippling and splashing]
[door shuts]
"Happy and healthy."
Yep.
Hmm.
How's Sidney? May give her a phone call.
How's she doing?
Uh, she's, uh... she's okay.
You know, she wants to take a semester off of school,
think a little bit-- um, get her head right.
Yeah, that makes sense.
-I get it. -Alternative is,
you just push through, keep it movin'...
ignore the grief.
Just wait for the nervous breakdown to come,
and watch your head explode.
You trying to make a point here?
No, no, no. I mean, you-you lost your wife,
and you took a whole three days off,
so you're-you're probably just fine.
I am. I'm fine.
Right. Right. Until you're not.
You know, I-- I actually missed you,
at one point, so thank you so much
-for absolving me of that. -[bing-bing-bing-bing]
-You're welcome. -I'll be right with you!
-Can we just focus on the case? -Yeah.
Okay? You wanna have a cup of tea?
You wanna sit down, talk about our feelings?
No, that's fine.
Let's talk about, uh, this clown's face that I'd like to punch.
I'll bet you 20 bucks that he lawyers-up
as soon as he sees a badge.
Right. So why don't you let me do the talking?
Well, what? You have a plan?
Yeah, I got a plan. Go over there and...
look important, somehow.
-Please? -You know I have questions.
Go. Go, go, go, go, go.
-Hi! -Hi.
-How you doing? -Good. How can I help you?
So, um, my-my boss over there-- uh, Mr. Sherman--
he would love a consult, and he is very specific.
Doesn't do straight medicine, so we're in the right place, I think.
Mr. McComb's schedule is full today.
But if you fill out your boss's insurance information,
we can get him on the books next week.
Okay, it's-- it's gotta be today.
Um, let me tell you what happened.
Um, my-my boss, he went on a business trip to Amsterdam,
and, without getting too personal,
his symptoms are something
that we'd-we'd rather not file with insurance.
Um... i-itching, rashes.
He did-- He did say the word "discharge."
I think-- I got squeamish, and I stopped listening, but--
[quickly] I see! Um...
So you'll be paying out of pocket, then?
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, w-we'll throw in some extra money, uh,
if Dennis could see us right away-- assuming he can be discreet.
Um, I'll get you set up in his office.
Just...
Have your boss...
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course.
Hey, boss?
Time to, uh... scrub in.
Let me ask you a question.
Do you think there's real rhino testicles in there?
Would that make it better or worse?
Certainly worse, if you're the rhinoceros.
-[door swings open] -Gentlemen!
How are we today?
Fine, thanks.
So... [exhaling deeply]
I understand you're experiencing some discomfort...
in the nether regions?
My nether region is fine, thank you.
Yeah, we're, um-- we're actually here to talk about a kid named Lay.
Uh, I think his brother was a patient of yours.
-What is this about? -We're MPU.
Lay's missing, and we have reason to believe
you were one of the last people to see him.
[chuckles]
Should my lawyer be present for this conversation?
I mean, only if you got something to hide.
-Okay. -[claps lid shut]
He did come by to discuss his brother's treatment.
That's the treatment where you charged him $8,000?
The treatment that didn't work? Right?
Look, Luhan was well aware of our policy.
Refunds require a six- to ten-month review period.
You're telling patients that you can cure cancer without chemo.
They don't got "six to ten months".
You're here about Lay. And, yes, I saw him.
We spoke, I made my position clear, and he left.
Like, I-I have security footage that will back that up.
Anything else?
You have any idea where he went from here?
Nope.
Look, for what it's worth...
I hope you find the guy.
I feel for that family.
Truly.
Yeah, you're a saint.
Hey. So, I searched McComb's security footage,
and Lay confronted McComb,
but if anything, Lay was the aggressor.
McComb shut him down.
Lay left, and I have no idea where he went after that.
-[pounds desk] -Dammit.
Sorry. I'm just-- I'm over-caffeinated.
All right. Well, pour yourself some decaf, okay?
'Cause we got a hit off of the Alert.
An officer from the 9th District called in.
He arrested Lay yesterday for trying to pass a forged check.
[sighs] All right. Check's for $8,000,
which is what they owe for the deductible.
I mean, I don't even know how they caught this.
Definitely passes the eyeball test.
I mean, he's such a talented artist.
And without the money, then there's no transplant,
and his brother dies-- he's desperate.
-So he's in lockup? -No, he made bail.
How?
It was posted by a bondsman named Max Goings
who does business with the 9th District all the time.
All right. Get him in here now.
Okay. You okay?
Yeah.
-Nice digs you got here. -Thanks.
Mind if I hang a flyer?
Uh... well, maybe. Depends.
Uh, I'm gonna need some information
on a client of yours-- uh, Zitao Lei.
Not happening.
No. If word gets out that I'm sharing client info
with the cops, it'll kill my business.
Right. You're aware of what floor you're on, right?
The Missing Persons Unit?
Means if I'm asking about a client of yours, he is missing,
and that's not good for a bail bondsman,
so why don't you help me help you?
Okay. Look.
All I know is, I got a call
that the kid had the cash for a bond.
I showed up, and the money was at the intake desk.
So Lay didn't call you directly?
No. Apparently, he used his phone call
to get some dude to bring the bond money.
Okay. Does that "dude" have a name?
-"Spider." -Not a name. That's a bug.
Look, all I know is that Lay said that "Spider came through" for him.
The money was right-- I didn't ask any questions.
Okay, that's not gonna get you a flyer on the wall.
-Anything else you can tell me? -Yeah.
If Lay doesn't show up to court, he better be dead.
[wakes with a start]
[whimpering]
[breath shaking, groaning]
[plaster cracking]
[gasps]
[rubble crumbling]
-Have you found Lay yet? -We're getting closer.
But we're actually trying to find his friend-- his name is Spider.
Apparently, he loaned Lay some money.
Ma...
[speaks Mandarin]
[chuckles softly and speaks Mandarin]
[smooch]
Sorry. I just don't want her more upset than she already is.
Spider's not a friend.
I hope Lay didn't take money from that jerk.
-So you know him? -Yeah.
His real name is Tyree Baker, but his art handle's "Spider."
You think he knows where Lay is?
I mean, we'll find out.
Lay and Spider both do murals as social criticism,
but Spider's a hack.
On-the-nose messaging...
you know, lame graphics.
-Yeah. -That him?
Yeah, that's his stuff.
Yeah, Spider targets big businesses
and parodies of their products.
Yeah. But, uh, that was from, like, five years ago.
Spider's lost his edge.
He's jealous of Lay.
Why would he bail him out of jail?
Jail? L-Lay's in jail?
He was, and he's out now.
We're gonna find him for you, Luhan, okay?
Did it ever get violent between Spider and Lay?
Uh, no. Uh, worst it ever got
was they were just modifying each other's murals.
Like Banksy and King Robbo.
[Luhan gasping]
[coughing intensely]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You need to rest now.
I want you to take care of yourself now, okay?
[wheezes] I don't care about me.
Just find my brother.
We will.
Luhan, I need you to keep faith, okay?
-[weakly] Okay. -We will.
[Luhan sobs]
Mike, I'm gonna get you an address for Tyree Baker,
aka "Spider."
So, Lay picks a fight with a con artist,
then gets pinched for counterfeiting,
then he goes begging to some hipster graffiti clown,
who Luhan says is a real piece of work.
Right. You-- You getting enough sleep?
-Yeah, I'm getting enough sleep. -I'm sleeping great.
In fact, I excel at sleeping.
-Are you getting enough sleep? -Y-- I am, yeah.
I-I mean, I took the time to process.
Good. Well, I'm glad we're all processing
in our own way.
Yeah.
Look, you gotta-- you gotta feel your feelings, man, that's--
Listen, I appreciate your concern.
-Thank you. -But, every day,
I show up to work,
and when I decide to feel sorry for myself,
I meet someone who's having a worse day than me.
Like that mother who might lose both of her kids.
Helping them-- that's my process.
So can we please just focus on the kid?
Absolutely. Right into the Spider web, Sergeant.
Got you.
"Rap is easy, man I grew up on it"
"Like Chapati with the stew up on it"
"Always knew If I put something new up on it"
"Put your crew up on it"
"Make it do what it do..."
You ever heard of knocking?
-[knocks] -Tyree Baker?
You can call me "Spider".
Spider, this is a very nice place.
You own it? What happened to the starving artist?
Starving is for the talentless.
Listen, you wanna commission a painting,
I'll get you in touch with my gallerist.
No. No, I'm-I'm more of a photography guy, myself.
This one, right here-- this really screams "Daddy didn't love me."
I prefer when it's tastefully implied, you know?
Yeah, and I prefer a newer artist.
Maybe you heard of him--
goes by the name of Lay?
What, are you guys cops?
Wow, look at that-- the left side of his brain works, too.
Yeah, we are cops.
Lay went missing yesterday.
So, what, you think I know where he is?
I got no idea, man.
Well, you bailed him out of jail.
Which is a weird thing to do for somebody you don't like.
Now, he's gone, and you were the last person to see him, so.
You wanna tell us what happened after he was released from lockup?
[whacks can, can clatters]
Well, that's an interesting choice.
-Get the car. -Yep.
Spider, stop!
Yo! Dumb idea!
Spider, this is not helping you!
-[thud] -[grunt]
You don't wanna do this, Spider.
[crashing]
[car motor revving]
Spider, I-I get running from the cops,
but now you ding the Whip-- we gotta bring ya in!
Get up. Up against the wall.
Come on! Don't move, all right? Don't move!
Mike? You good?
-Never better. -I like the energy.
-Delivery for you, Kemi. -Oh, thank you.
[Kemi chuckles]
What's that?
It's, uh, Maya's favorite Lay mural.
Yeah, she had it, uh, delivered from South Street Art Mart.
That's sweet.
Oh, please, it's not for me. No.
She wants me to get it signed for her once we find Lay.
[deep breath]
[sighs] Yeah. Thank you.
Ma.
Ma?
This is the nurse, Shauna.
She's cute, right?
[chuckles] Your son's trying to play matchmaker for his brother.
Because we're gonna find him.
[sniffles]
You're very pretty.
And very patient, if you've had to put up with my son's mischief.
[chuckling]
She's Chinese, too.
[speaks Mandarin]
Jiangsu, but my Mandarin's kind of rusty.
Is that a problem for your brother, Luhan?
Luhan?
[gurgling]
[machine beeping]
No. No! I've got a code blue in 312!
[announcement crackles] Code blue. Code blue.
Luhan! No!
Bao bei!
-Bao bei! -You have to wait outside.
-Okay? -Bao bei!No!
I've got you.
I've got you, I've got you. Come on.
[sobbing] No!
[ringing]
Detective Adebayo.
This is Dr. Stark. I'm calling about Luhan.
Yeah. How is he doing?
He's gone into renal failure,
likely because of something called tumor lysis syndrome.
Without that transplant, he's out of options.
How much time do we have?
If it were up to me, he'd be in surgery right now.
We're running out of time.
I understand.
Thank you, Doctor.
[Mike, on monitor] I got all day.
Quit stalling. Where's Lay?
I don't know what you're talking about.
What I'm talking about is obstruction of justice
and assaulting an officer-- that's ten years.
Ten years? What-- for what, kicking a can of paint?
Prosecutors have done more with less.
It's time to start cooperating, Spider.
All right, fine.
Lay called me from lock-up
and he said he needed money to help his brother,
so I agreed to hire him.
Put up his bail.
And then I told him I'd kick in 40-large for a mural.
-You commissioned your rival? -Everybody does it, man.
Murakami, Hirst-- they all use studio assistants.
[chuckles] Huh. So that's what we're calling it now?
I-I gave him the parameters,
and he just-- he agreed to use my monogram.
So you basically paid him to make you look good.
Look, I approached him months ago,
and he told me to take a hike,
and then, yesterday, he comes crawling back
with a pitch for something in my style, and so I agreed.
I haven't seen him since last night.
I figured he got pinched again,
and then, when you guys showed up,
I assumed he dimed me out.
That's understandable.
I mean, at your age, what are you supposed to know
about what kids think is cool, huh?
I am still relevant, okay?
Barely.
And if word got out that you lost your edge,
and that Lay was carrying you, that's a career-ender.
But look, your secret's safe with me...
just as long as you tell me where Lay was gonna put up that mural.
[rainfall pattering]
Kinda like it.
You know, he takes a shot at Dennis,
gets paid-- he's a smart kid.
I mean, Dennis has a bunch of these billboards
around the city-- why'd he pick this one?
That's a good question. I got an idea.
[phone ringing]
Detective Adebayo.
Hey, Kemi! We found the mural.
You got a home address for Dennis McComb?
-Yeah, give me a second. -[keys clacking]
All right. So, he lives in a building that he owns,
near Hunting Park on Darien.
Oh, Darien, huh? Yeah, I figured as much.
We're standing on the roof.
What about his cellphone-- you got that,
in that magic computer of yours?
Yeah. Patching you through.
If I was Dennis, and I saw this on the roof,
I'd wanna kill him, too.
The kid's got seriouscojones.
This is McComb.
Yeah, this is, uh, Steve, over at "U See It" Billboards.
I'm standin' on the roof over in Darien.
Uh, I got a crew ready to clean up this mess.
The building manager said you were the contact.
Uh, so someone needs to come down here and sign this thing.
Look, I'm at the office. Can I email it?
No, no, no, you can't e-- we don't do e-sign.
You gotta-- You gotta come down here.
Otherwise, you reschedule, and then it'll be, like,
you know, six, seven weeks-- somethin' like that.
No, no. Tell them I'm on my way.
Oh, you're on your way? Great. We'll be here waiting for ya.
We'll see you soon. Bye.
Steve from Chicago?
Yeah. Chicago. I like the Bears, right?
[door slams]
Whoa! What the hell is this?
This is where you tell us where Lay is.
-Right now. -Look, I didn't touch that kid!
I don't like being lied to.
See that?
That's 15-feet-worth of motive.
All right? Kidnapping-- 20 years.
Talk to us, it'll be less.
Yeah. That's assuming that Lay is still alive.
Okay, okay. I saw him last night, but I didn't hurt him.
He don't believe you. Make him believe you.
I was ready to kick his ass,
but he took off before I got the chance.
Okay, took off where? There's only one stairwell.
No, he didn't take the stairs.
The crazy kid went free-running that way,
building to building!
Friggin' artists! They're psycho.
That's all I know.
I'm telling you, if you're holding back--
I'm telling you, that's all I know.
Well, there's a patrol car downstairs,
and it's not leaving until we find Lay.
Don't move!
[stairwell door bangs]
[sighing]
[P.A. announcement] Dr. Johnson to Cardiology.
I know you are trying the best you can,
but my son is dying,
and it's my fault.
It's not your fault.
He just tried to make me happy.
Just like his brother.
You have raised two incredible sons.
Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs in the world.
A mother shouldn't have to outlive her children.
You just look after Luhan,
and I will find Lay. Okay?
What's wrong?
Lay's mom is blaming herself.
She thinks that she put
the idea of alternative medicine into Luhan's head.
And traditional Chinese medicine is a long way
from the garbage that McComb is peddling.
She's getting desperate. I don't blame her.
Well, we have patrol canvassing
but we-we gotta narrow the search.
What do you got?
Uh, I have a long shot, but it may work.
Um, so I searched Lay's socials,
and he has a smartwatch.
Okay, good. Can we get a location on it?
So, Luhan gave me the login for his cell,
which didn't help, because the cell is dead,
or it's out of juice.
Uh, but the credentials should be the same
for his smartwatch.
[locator buzzes]
Location services are disabled.
Yeah, it makes sense for someone who has a history
of breaking onto private property.
You know what? I am not giving up on this kid.
Let's see. Let me search, um, notification history.
Wait a minute. Here.
Okay. Okay, so the account reported a hard fall
around the same time that Dennis claims that he confronted him.
- Dennis said that he did a roof-run, heading east. - Yeah.
If he didn't make one of those buildings jumps...
...Then that accounts for the hard fall, yeah.
All right, give me a satellite view of that area--
everything within a six-block radius.
I'll check the rooftop distances,
and I will identify all of his possible routes.
-Right, perfect. Send it to me. -I got you.
[breath shaking]
[whimpering]
[groaning]
[crying out, weakling] Help!
Ahh!
[sobbing] Somebody, please!
[battery alert blips]
[Lay whimpers]
[crying]
[groans]
Help!
Help! Help, please!
Help!
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help...
We searched the exterior of every building he could've fallen from.
Patrol's doing a second sweep,
but so far, there's no sign of him.
Paramedics haven't picked him up.
Where the hell is this kid, Kemi?
We keep assuming that he fell off the building.
What if he fellinto the building?
What do you mean?
Okay, so there's a building not far from Dennis.
It looks like the developer ran out of money.
I mean, the place looks like a box of tetanus
that's being held together by duct tape and a dream.
So, the building's falling apart,
I imagine the roof's not being maintained.
-If Lay ran across it... -The roof could have collapsed.
I'll gonna call Search and Rescue.
We're closer! Tell 'em to meet us there.
The building isn't stable, Mike.
All right, we don't got a ton of time. Hit it.
-[siren wailing] -[engine revving]
[footsteps echo]
Jay?
[light rubble and dust falling]
-This ain't good. -No. Let's go.
[thud]
[thump]
Lay!
[distantly] Lay, can you hear me?
Can you hear me, buddy? Lay!
[grunts]
[breath shaking]
[weakly] Hel...
Hear that?
Yeah. He's somewhere down there.
I can't tell where it's coming from.
Hey, you got tape in that bag?
Yeah.
-Here you go. -Yeah.
-Answer your phone. -What are you doing?
So, there was an earthquake when I was in Kandahar.
Six-point-something. The barracks collapsed.
This is how we found survivors.
That's pretty clever.
Hang tough, buddy. We're coming!
Lay, keep making noise!
You got picture?
Uh, yeah.
-Huh? -No, nothing yet.
Just a whole lotta ceiling.
Oh...
right here, right here.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Go back! Go back!
Yeah, he's right there. I see him.
Where the hell is Search and Rescue?
[rumbling, crashing]
All right, come on. We gotta dig him out.
[grunting]
No. You should be there by now.
What do you mean, delayed?
No, I understand,
but a young man's life is on the line.
Thank you.
Search and Rescue?
Ten minutes out, but Lay may not have ten minutes.
-Lay, can you hear me? -Hey, buddy.
We're not going anywhere, all right? You're gonna be okay.
-My brother-- -Let's get you to the hospital
so we can transfer that bone marrow, yeah?
All right, come on.
-Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. -What do you mean?
Hey, Lay, hang in there, buddy, okay? One second.
What are you doing? We don't have time for that.
Look, I've seen this before.
-It's called "crush syndrome." -What is that?
So, we were pulling this guy out of the collapsed barracks,
okay, and I'm moving this last piece of wall off his leg.
Right, we get him outta there, I think he's gonna be fine,
couple minutes later, he just died.
And the medics said it was because the blood
rushed back to his limbs too fast.
We cannot move that rock.
All right, copy that.
Not removing it. You got a workaround?
No.
Not unless you got an IV in that bag of yours.
-Not exactly. -Hey, Lay.
Listen to me, buddy. I need you to hang in there
for just a couple more minutes. Okay? Rescue team's on the way.
I don't think that's gonna be an option.
Call Kemi.
Hey, Kemi, we got a problem.
We gotta put an IV in this kid before we move him.
Okay, but we don't have one of those, and he's losing a lot of blood.
Emergency rescue will be on site in five.
Look, I'm not a doctor, but I don't think we have five.
I don't know what else to do.
Mike, you are the senior officer on site.
You have to make a call.
All right, screw it. Let's get him out.
I'm not losing two boys today.
-[straining intensely] -[Lay yelling]
[Lay screaming in pain]
Ah! Ah!
[Lay sobbing and wailing]
Get me some gauze.
[Lay grunting and groaning]
Sorry, I'm sorry.
Keep breathing. Keep breathing.
[sobbing in pain]
I know. I know.
-This ain't cutting it. -Here, here.
[groaning woozily]
[screaming]
-You got it? -Almost.
No, no, no, no, no! Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, stay with me, all right?
I need you to keep your eyes open, okay?
Your brother needs you. Okay? I'm not leaving.
I'm with you every step of the way.
-Mike! -Stay with me! Stay with me!
Hang in there, Lay.
EMTs are almost here. Just a little longer, buddy. Okay.
Guys, come on, come on, come on!
We got a femoral artery bleed, and he just lost consciousness.
Pupils unequal and dilated.
-[beep] -Pulse 104.
Pushing fluids now.
Pressure's on the way back.
We got him.
Search and Rescue are right behind us.
Team effort.
Good job getting him out when you did.
Chopper's here.
-Is he gonna be okay? -Yeah.
Hey. Hey, buddy.
A promise is a promise. I'm staying with you.
You got room on the chopper for one more?
Yeah, we do.
[heart monitors beating steadily]
How's my favorite patient doing?
I see those extra-special IVs are kicking in.
Mm-hmm.
Ready to get some new bone marrow?
Yeah.
Well, if this guy doesn't mess it up.
I mention my brother, Lay?
Just once or twice.
It's nice to finally meet you, Lay. I'm Shauna.
Also known as your future wife, bud.
[Lay, snickering]
Ow! Don't make me laugh, Lu.
Nice to meet you, Shauna.
Since I can't really move right now,
-can you do me a favor? -Of course.
[groans] Take my pillow...
and smack my dumb-ass brother across the head with it.
-Lay! -[Lay snickering]
Ow.
-Hello? -Hi.
Dr. Stark said
that you're on track for your transplant in a few hours,
and I just wanted to express my best wishes.
Thank you so much, Detective.
Oh. Sergeant Sherman
told me there's a fan out there who wanted an autograph.
It'd be my honor.
You're very generous.
And I know that your fans are super-excited that you're okay.
One in particular.
Oh!
Who should I make it out to?
Maya.
Hey!
Good news. Spider transferred the money.
Deductible's been paid.
They're prepping for surgery now.
They think he's gonna make it?
They like his chances.
You did the right thing today.
Is that an actual compliment?
Ah... no.
No, it's not a compliment. It's an observation. You know?
Not the first one I made today.
-Yeah, I noticed. -Tsk.
Thing is, buddy, you're on point--
always... always on point--
but this, working your ass off now is...
I kinda see where it's coming from.
You know, when I, uh-- when I lost Keith,
I didn't wanna go home.
It didn't feel like home.
You know? I see what you're doing.
First one in... last one out.
-Jay, you don't have to-- -Hey, hey.
Listen, I'm not letting you go through this alone.
That's it. All right?
Besides, I used up all my personal days already,
anyway, so you're kinda stuck with me.
[Mike chuckles lightly]
You wanna grab a beer, go watch the game?
Which game?
I dunno, I figure somebody's playing somebody, right?
-Raincheck. -You got it...
-You got it. -[claps his back]
-Jay? -Yeah.
Thanks.
I actually did miss having you around.
Missed you, too, buddy.
Missed you.
Missed you, too, man.