All we have to go on is a surveillance video they gave us of the freak show outside. Tell you what, you would not catch me dead in a place like the Triborough.
Let me guess. You prefer Irish pubs.
Why? Because you prefer salsa dancing?
Touche.
S9 E11Command+P
What are you into?
Why, so you can tease me?
No. Come on, I'm curious. I won't bust on you, I promise.
Okay. But I'm trusting you with this, okay? Two words: ping-pong.
I will happily reintroduce you to the pleasures of ping-pong unless, of course, you're scared I'm gonna beat you.
I think I can hold my own.
Oh, all right, then. So, what do you say we go tonight after work? First round's on me.
All right. Yeah. I'm game.
Justin VanderHeyden printed a gun.
He what?
Yeah. It's called 3-D metal printing, and it works just like any ordinary printer, but instead of using ink to produce an image...
It uses powdered metals.
Yes. Mixed with steel epoxy resin to create multiple layers of a three-dimensional object.
Okay, I'm not sure I even want to try to wrap my brain around that.
You've got to be kidding me.
I wish I was. It's your basic .38, printed whole, with all moving parts.
Guns are dangerous enough in the wrong hands. Now we have to worry about people being able to print them at home.
Without a permit.
This is one I almost wish you hadn't figured out.
Well, you know what they say? Every act of creation is an act of destruction.
Oh, so that's the Guardian Angel.
So he says.
Yeah, ten million bucks is chump change for that guy.
Yeah, right? He probably spends that on hair gel.
B and E, burglary. Just finished a three-year stint for assault with a deadly weapon.
Well, looks like a deadly weapon just assaulted him back. I checked with the E.R. doctor. He has first degree burns on his fingers, multiple lacerations on his face.
Well, shouldn't be hard to spot once we find him.
I don't get out much.
I'm sure that's true, considering all the time you've spent in lockup.
Manny Hinde slept with your wife Molly while you were in prison.
How the hell do you know that?
Once we found out who you were, your parole officer was happy to tell us who your wife is. Turns out that Molly had heard one of Hinde's radio commercials, and so, she went to him for one of those quickie divorces right after you got locked up.
But it turned out to be much more than just a quickie, didn't it?
Your plan kind of... backfired on you, didn't it?
That stupid kid. Half-assed gun. That... cheating son of a bitch messing around with my wife. If you ask me... they both had it coming.
No, Mr. Lewis. But you certainly do.
What do we do with Justin's printer?
We'll have it sent over to the Brooklyn University of Science after Lewis is convicted.
And his software?
Good or bad, you can't stop ideas. Sooner or later, I'm sure that somebody else will figure out how to print a gun. But until they do, I think we should just keep that info to ourselves.
If you had a million dollars to spend, would you ever give your money to a total stranger?
Don't tell me you're caught up in this whole Guardian Angel story. Richard Kemp is about as see-through as the hot air coming out of his mouth.
You got a bead on the real Guardian Angel?
Maybe.
Well, you gonna tell me?
Nope.
What do you say we take it up a notch?
All right, what do you got in mind?
Best two out of three.
I'm in. Hold on, hold on, hold on. What does the winner get?
Whatever the winner wants.
Ooh, I can tell this is gonna get ugly.
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