Previously on Taxi Brooklyn...
- [Gasps] - [Both Scream]
We're all gonna die!
- Ugh! - I'm saving your life!
Leo: I'll make you a deal. I will drive you anywhere you want, free of charge.
Je m'appelle Francis, but my friends call me Frankie. [Chuckles]
- I'm Caitlyn's older sister. - Mother.
You know, Cat, I'm 50.
I'm not dead.
Mom? What are you doing here?
We should hook your mother up with Captain Baker.
Are you insane?
You to ask out my mother.
What?
This obsession that you have...
with finding his killer, it's not good for you.
- Can't keep doing that. - I'm a cop. I can do whatever I want.
I am not going to lose my daughter too.
Oh, my God. I hate my life.
♪ People wanna step into the party and jive ♪
You really should sit in the back, Frankie.
I'm not a fare. I'm your friend.
- Okay. - [Beeping]
You're not paying for any more fares. That's it.
Leo, you have a beautiful wife and son to support.
My son is beautiful. My ex-wife and I don't even speak.
You never know what could happen.
She's remarried, Frankie.
You never know.
Mmm. I know.
You know what? I feel like walking across the park.
Could you pull over?
Okay, here we are. I'm gonna walk, I think.
- Great. Okay. Thanks, sweetie. - [Car Horn Honks]
All right. I need to get my roots done.
Okay.
- Voilà, madame. - Ah, thank you.
So you're sure you don't want me to drive you all the way home.
- No, I just feel like walking. - Okay, don't get mugged.
Oh, I'm not gonna get mugged. Nobody gets mugged in Prospect Park.
You've been watching too many movies.
You know, I really think New York is safer than Paris now.
- Oh, you do? - Yes, I do.
Frankie, get down!
- [Leo Grunts] - Frankie: Oh, my God. Oh, oh.
Oh, boy. Please call... Call 911.
Oh, oh, oh. Okay. Oh, my God.
- Okay, all right. Okay. - [Engine Starts]
Yes, there's been a shooting.
Prospect Park West.
Oh, my God. Fernanda.
She's breathing.
♪ [Rap, Indistinct] ♪
[Siren Wails]
Hey. I got his license plate number and a look at his face.
- Where's my mother? - She's here. She's okay.
Mom, hey. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. But Fernanda's been shot.
- Wait, you know her? - Yeah, she...
she works as a housekeeper in the neighborhood.
Fernanda, hang in there, okay? Help is on the way.
[Siren Wailing]
- What happened? - I don't know. Just...
Someone fired a couple of shots out of this moving car, and she...
- Paramedic: Hey. - Hi, uh, her name is Fernanda Flores.
Paramedic: We'll take it from here.
I'm going with her. Mom, you can't go with her.
No, but you can.
Cat, please. You have to go with her.
All right, all right. I'm going, I'm going.
We'll meet you at the hospital.
[Siren Wailing]
She comes here for the American dream, and she ends up getting...
gunned down in broad daylight.
So much for your New York is-safer than Paris theory.
_
- Right? - Right
Oh, here she is.
One bullet, clean through. The other one grazed a lung.
- She's one lucky lady. - Thank God.
Yeah, she's shot twice? She's very lucky.
The car slowed down before the shots were fired.
They knew she was coming out of the restaurant.
At that exact moment.
- Then this wasn't random. - No, no. This was a hit.
Why would someone put a hit out on a maid?
Mom?
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- Leo: Five minutes. - Let's go.
- Leo: Thank you. - Frankie: My God, Fernanda!
Is there anyone in El Salvador that we can call for you?
Family?
No.
My family is all gone.
Did you see who shot you?
- No. - Are you sure?
I didn't see anyone.
Fernanda, I saw the Town Car slowing...
before you came out of the restaurant.
They were waiting for you to exit.
Why would someone want to shoot me?
We were hoping that you could tell us.
Are you absolutely sure that you did not see who shot you?
I didn't do anything to anyone.
[Sobbing] I just work hard and try to fit in.
Okay, honey. Okay, that's fine.
- Excuse me. - Yeah, okay.
You know what? You just need to get some rest.
- Okay. - Mom. Mom.
You know what? Why are you upsetting her.
I think she knows who shot her.
Your mother's right. You're upsetting her.
[Whispering] Why do you always take her side?
Because she's your mother.
That's exactly right. Thank you.
Keep it down and come back when she's feeling up to it.
For God's sake, Fernanda. Now, I want you to get some rest, okay?
[Whispering] Just don't think about anything, okay?
Here we go. Let's... Come on, let's go. Honestly.
- Sullivan: Stop it. I am not... - Frankie: Don't tell me that.
Nobody hires a hit man to shoot a maid. Tells you she's not a maid.
Well, she is Monday through Friday, and I know everyone she works for.
That leaves Saturday and Sunday to sell drugs.
You cannot base your perception of the world on movies.
Everything you know about France and the French is based on clichés,
and everything that your Brit boyfriend, Rhys, tells you.
Okay, for the last time, he is not my boyfriend.
Oh-ho.
And they're called clichés for a reason. It's because they're true.
Frankie: How do you two get anything done?
Huh? I mean, seriously. You're worse than an old married couple.
Now, Cat, if somebody tried to kill Fernanda,
don't you think they're gonna try again?
Yes, Mother, and that's why I posted an officer outside her door.
Do not use that tone of voice with me, Caitlyn Mary Darcy Sullivan.
- Huh? [Laughing] Darcy? - What?
- Seriously? - Yes.
What's wrong with Darcy?
It's my grandmother's name. She's dead.
- Sorry. - What's your middle name, "dork-face"?
- Oh, God. - For your information, Darcy Sullivan,
I don't have a middle name, so there. Oh, my God.
It's like dealing with a couple of two-year-olds, I swear to God.
- He started it! - She started it!
Stop it! Right now.
I'm sorry.
All right, now, listen.
Cat, if Fernanda knew who tried to kill her, why wouldn't she tell us?
Sullivan: Maybe she's protecting someone.
Who, Darcy? Doesn't have any family.
- What is wrong with you? - All right. All right.
Here's the plan.
You two go back to the restaurant, all right?
I'm gonna stay here with Fernanda.
Ask some questions, okay?
See if anybody saw anything.
I'll meet you back at the precinct.
I can't take her seriously.
I can't take you seriously right now, after all you said, Darcy.
Oh!
Sullivan, 125th.
I'd like to talk to you about what happened today,
see if you know anything.
If...
If... Could, um... Could you stop doing that, please?
I'm trying to talk to you.
Oh, yeah, blood on your doorstep is bad for business.
Really?
Sir. Please
Can you please answer her question?
Could you tell me what happened here today?
Did you see anything? I didn't see anything. I was inside.
Hey! Now, get back to work.
The woman that was shot came out of your restaurant,
hit by a passing car who knew that she was coming out.
Which means somebody in this restaurant called them.
I didn't call anyone.
Well, I didn't that say you did.
But we have enough to take you in as an accomplice to attempted murder.
And once we subpoena your phone records, well, I don't know,
we could just go ahead and add conspiracy to the charges.
You're gonna spend a million years in prison with what we have against you.
I don't gotta talk to anybody, really.
Come on.
Be polite. Answer all questions.
I got a call.
The guy said he was her... her boyfriend,
that it was her birthday, and he was sending something special.
- That was very special. - Ha.
Why wasn't I supposed to believe him?
I called him as soon as she left the restaurant.
I mean, I thought it was romantic.
He was gonna send her a Town Car and then take her shopping.
So the phone number that the restaurant owner gave Cat...
Is to a prepaid cell registered to a fictitious name.
Why do we let people buy phones without I.D.?
I mean, didn't 9/11 change all that?
Uh, well, you know, technically we still live in a democracy, so...
- Technically. - Hey, listen.
License plate is a fake. No number exists.
- Guy's a pro. - I'll bet you this sketch doesn't
even look like him.
He's probably wearing a disguise.
He's definitely wearing a disguise. I mean, who wears their sideburns like that?
- Wolverine does. - Ugh.
I can't tell if you guys are Mulder and Scully, or Cagney and Lacey.
[Scoffs]
Well, obviously, I'm Cagney, which makes you Lacey, so...
Me? No. I'm much more of a Cagney than you are.
- No, I mean, look at my hair. - Sullivan!
- Yes? Oh! - Frankie.
- Johnny. - What a surprise.
How you doing? Good to see you.
- No, no, no. Ugh. - Frankie: How's it going?
- Still coming over later? - Oh, absolutely.
Baker: Uh, look, Immigration sent this over.
Your Fernanda Flores? She came from Venezuela on a student visa.
A student visa? I mean...
How does she find time to go to school if she's working five days a week?
Venezuela? I thought you said El Salvador.
- That's what she told me. - South America drug cartel. That's it.
You know what? I got a feeling she came here for something other than school.
- Or to be a maid. - Why would she lie about
where she's from, hmm?
- You've got to check on that, Cat. - Yes, Mother, you're right.
Hey, she's got an American sponsor, Vicente Machado.
Machado? The money launderer?
- No, he's a dry cleaning guy. - No, he's not a dry cleaner.
He's a money launderer.
He's been laundering money for the dealers.
Feds have been after him for years.
- Didn't I tell you she was a drug dealer? - Enough.
There is no way that Fernanda had anything to do with drugs. She's not like that.
- Frankie, looks are often deceiving. - Yeah, no kidding.
- [Whispering] You have time for lunch? - I absolutely would.
- I thought we were having lunch, you said... - Not today, Eddie.
- Leo: This is cute. - Ugh. No, it's not.
- It is. - Blech!
- Have fun at lunch. - Thanks.
Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry. Could you do that over, um...
- I just need to use my desk. - [Whispering] You're in my light.
- Oh, sorry. This is my... - You're ready?
- I am absolutely ready. - Great.
- You're ready obviously. - [Laughs]
- Where would you like to go? - Well, I... There's a...
I have a place in mind I think you know.
Captain, do you want me to call you when I get the...
- Do what... You do what you do. Okay? - Okay.
Money laundering? The only thing I launder is other people's dirty clothes.
You must have me confused with someone else.
Dry cleaners do a lot of business in cash,
which makes it easy to hide money.
I don't launder money,
I don't consort with drug dealers,
and I don't know that much about Miss Flores.
A friend back home just asked me to sponsor her.
Hmm. She was shot in broad daylight leaving a restaurant.
Wow. That's horrible.
You had nothing to do with it, and you don't know who did?
No, but being a good citizen, I will ask around...
and find out anything I can for you.
- Who would you ask? - I am a well-connected man.
Mmm. Because you launder money.
Because I am a hard-working American...
with friends in many places.
Mmm.
Do you have a card, Detective?
I just so happen to. Right here.
- You will hear from me. - I look forward to it.
[Sighs] He's telling the truth. He has no idea who shot her.
Well, don't worry. He'll find out who did.
- And how do you know? - Because he's a criminal.
And like most criminals, he knows the other criminals on his turf.
And he's also hoping that your attention will be diverted away...
from the fact that he's laundering money.
[Car Horn Honking]
Don't... Don't move. No, no. No. No, no. I got it, I got it.
- Leo: They're so cute together. - Shut up.
Oh. I, uh...
- You have arrived. Look at you. - Oh, my gosh.
- I thought you two went to lunch. - We did.
Oh, we had lunch. And dessert.
- Twice. [Laughs] - Twice?
I gotta go, I got that meeting.
- Oh, okay. - See you later.
- Ugh. - Frankie: Yes, and listen, no dessert.
Leo: Come on, look how cute they are.
- [Laughs] - Why are you here?
Oh. Listen, I have to tell you something. I remembered something.
Congratulations.
When Fernanda got a job with Elaine Mann...
You remember Elaine. She's the woman who lived across the street.
- Snobby, obnoxious, Hamptons... - Yes, I remember Elaine.
I've known her since I was 10. Yes, get to the point.
- Excuse me? - I mean, please continue.
As I was saying, when Fernanda got the job with Elaine Mann,
she acted as if she'd just won the lottery or something.
You know, at the time I thought, "Oh, she's just happy to have the work and stuff."
But now that I'm thinking about it, I think it's somewhat suspicious.
- Maybe we should talk to Elaine. - That's exactly what I thought.
So I called her. She's waiting for us at the precinct.
Wait, you... You called her to the precinct?
Yes, I did. Let's go question her.
Woman: Hi.
Frankie: Elaine, can you tell us about Fernanda?
I've been worried about Fernanda.
She seemed nervous lately.
Maybe she knew someone was gonna try and kill her.
Has she spoken to you about Venezuela?
- She's from El Salvador. - No, Venezuela.
- Are you sure? - Yes, Johnny told us.
- How's it going with the captain? - Pretty fabulous.
Okay. [Chuckles] He's in a meeting with the mayor right now, so...
- The mayor? - Mm-hmm.
Impressive.
Are you still doing "lunch" and "dinner" every day?
- [Whispering] Sometimes "breakfast." - Okay, please, just stop.
Did Fernanda ever talk about her parents? Brothers or sisters?
Uh, she said her parents died,
and she hadn't seen her brother since she was little.
Maybe you have this all wrong.
Flores is a very common name in El Salvador.
Did you ever think that she took the job with you for ulterior motives?
Like what? She's the most honest maid I've ever had.
But she does behave oddly at times.
- How so? - I got it, Mom.
- How so? - She peeks through a crack in the door...
and she watches as the other tenants come and go.
Mickey and Anne Berman upstairs? And Jack McKinley in the duplex above them.
- Did you ever ask her why? - She said she was being cautious,
making sure we don't have intruders like in El Salvador.
[Sighs] We're gonna have to bring them all in for questioning.
Okay, Mom. Really? It's like...
- What? - I'm the detective. [Laughs]
Esposito, bring them all in for questioning!
What? Who are you bringing in for questioning?
Mickey and Anne Berman and Jack McKinley. They live above Elaine.
- Yes. - Okay. Oh.
Yep.
- Elaine. - And who's this strapping young man?
- You too? - I have to run.
What are you talking about? Unbelievable.
My number. Call me.
Sullivan: Did she just slip him her number?
She just... She has them already written out?
- I'm gonna get on that right away. - I've gotta run too, guys.
Johnny is coming over later,
- and I'm fixing his favorite. - Don't say it.
- Me. - [Laughing] Oh, God.
- [Whispering] Bye Leo. - [Groans]
Seriously, you need to get over the fact that your mother can have a sex life.
[Groans] No. Stop it.
- [Cell Phone Rings] - Your phone.
Stop it.
Thank you.
Detective Sullivan.
Mr. Machado.
Great. Great, great. Okay, we'll see you shortly.
Machado.
Detective.
I know you think I had something to do with Fernanda Flores's being shot, but I didn't.
Gun! Get down!
[Panting]
What the hell was that?
- You okay? - _
[Sirens Wailing]
The bureau is very upset by this.
The bureau is upset?
We're the ones who almost got killed.
The F.B.I. invested thousands of man hours...
and hundreds of thousands of dollars in the case against Machado.
You're starting to sound like we're the ones who killed him.
Well, whatever he did for you killed him.
Did some checking into a woman who was shot.
- What woman? - Fernanda Flores.
Machado sponsored her.
- Who is she? - A maid.
If she had anything to do with Machado, she's no maid.
Thank you. That's what I said, but somebody wouldn't listen.
- Oh, come on. - Log on.
- [Typing] - Gathering.
Yeah, scoot. [Clears Throat]
Let's find out who this maid of yours really is.
Well, she had her name legally changed before she got her student visa.
It used to be Torrealba? Well, that's far more recognizable than Flores.
She's a detective with the Caracas Police Department.
Disappeared six months ago.
Well, they thought she'd been kidnapped or murdered.
It took them months to figure out she changed her name and left the country.
She covered her tracks well.
Not well enough, since someone found her.
Special Agent James.
- Yes, sir. - [Clears Throat]
Uh, I'm with the police right now.
Yes, sir.
The F.B.I. was just told to back off this case.
- And, uh, so were you. - Great.
Telling Cat to back off is like throwing gasoline on a fire,
so I'm gonna let you deal with that.
_
Hey, Cat, uh...
We don't get these orders very often, but when we do...
I know, you follow them.
So, who told you to back off?
It's from pretty high up the chain of command.
- How high? - I don't know.
- But you can find out? - [Sighs] Yeah, I can try.
I'll meet you for dinner, and you can tell me then.
You know, today is our anniversary.
Not wedding anniversary, but first date.
- You remembered. - How could I forget?
[Clears Throat] I'll, uh... I'll see you tonight.
Hey, Sullivan.
- Yeah. - Fernanda Flores?
She just got passed the officer posted outside her room.
I went to the bathroom for 30 seconds.
I get back, she's ripped out all her tubes and gone.
Yeah, or somebody came in and took her.
I checked security video. She left alone.
Whoa, whoa. Let me get this straight. What is it, Goldstein?
You had to go to the bathroom, you didn't call your relief officer?
You left your post protecting a witness who's already been shot.
- Do you wanna explain that to me? - I...
Uh...
You mean to tell me that you... Are you...
Dude couldn't keep his zipper up long enough for the relief officer to get here.
Get him outta here. Esposito, get him out of my sight. Be on a desk for the next year.
- I would have been here if he called me. - Well, great.
Follow me.
You two. Come over here.
Up, please.
Sit.
See that door over there?
Watch it.
Why am I watching an empty room? She's already gone.
Just do it.
You, Pretty Nurse. Or should I say, "Naughty Nurse"?
Fernanda Flores... Don't smile at me.
Fernanda Flores is to stay in the system.
Nobody is to know that she's not here. Do you understand me?
Good. Now repeat after me.
"I will not have sex with police officers in bathrooms."
Good.
What about in the janitor's closet?
I'm gonna pretend that you didn't say that, and you better not laugh about it.
- Not funny. - Control yourself.
- Captain. - Seriously.
Look, if she ran out of the hospital in her condition,
that means she was afraid of getting killed here.
For obvious reasons, she felt unsafe here,
especially with that officer posted outside her door.
Well, she knew that they were gonna come after her.
Since they haven't, they will.
So, you believe all that conspiracy stuff you see in the movies, huh?
All the President's Men is factual, Monsieur Esposito.
You know Cat, this, uh, this thing that's going with your mother and I, it's...
Oh, God, not you too. Please.
- Cat, we're consenting adults. - Okay.
I didn't think anything could be worse than my mother talking to me about this.
[Whispering] But I was wrong.
I mean, you're not gonna use food euphemisms here too, are you? Please, God, don't.
But Jason Bourne is a fictional character.
Is he? Hmm?
Is he?
[Scoffs] You Americans are so naive.
You know, your mother makes me happy.
I think I make her happy too.
And you would agree that people deserve to be happy, wouldn't you?
Believe me when you get to be my age, you'll understand what I'm talking about.
Hallway. Orderly with a fake mustache.
Okay, we have an orderly in the hallway.
He's got a fake mustache. He's holding a blue folder, and he is armed.
I don't want any bystanders hit.
Hold your fire unless you have a clean shot.
I repeat, hold your fire unless you got a clean shot.
Listen.
If bullets start flying, you make sure these nurses are down. Okay?
Get down. Get down.
Sullivan: Police! Freeze!
- Baker: Drop your weapon. - Esposito: N.Y.P.D.!
Leo: Stay down! Everybody down!
Sullivan: Get to the back door. Come on.
Come on.
What... [Panting]
So, where did the orders for the F.B.I. to back off come from?
C.I.A.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
[Sighs]
- What is that? - A present.
- For what? - Anniversary of our first date.
- Gregg, I can't take that from you. - I bought it before you left.
Just open it, Cat. Please.
Oh, my God.
It's from that window in the hotel in Palm Beach that we stayed in.
- Yeah. - How did... How did you...
Snuck out of the hotel after you fell asleep.
When were you planning on giving this to me?
Mmm, tonight.
Gregg, I can't take... I can't this from you.
I want you to have it. All right?
Just put it on. Come on.
- [Sighs] - Please.
- [Sighs] - Let me.
[Sighs]
It's beautiful on you.
Thank you.
[Clears Throat] Uh, dessert?
No.
Night cap?
- Bad idea. - Okay, yeah.
Can't fault a guy for trying.
What would you do if I said yes?
I'm not sure.
Yes.
[Groaning]
[Sighs]
Ow, no, no, no, no, no. [Sighs]
Morning, beautiful.
Hey, hi. Hey.
Come back to bed.
Yeah, no. I can't.
Where are you going?
- Work. - Oh.
'Cause I'm late.
Just, uh, give me 20 minutes. I'll drive you.
No. No, no, no. 'Cause... [Chuckles] that would be a bad idea.
So, I'm gonna get a cab.
Where... are we?
Uh... [Exhales]
Manhattan. Uptown.
[Sighs]
Why don't we take a shower together like we used to.
- You loved it when I wouldexfoliate... - No, no, no. no.
This never happened.
- Nope. - You might want to get dressed first.
[Sighing] God.
God, I love that woman.
Oh, my God.
- [Roars] - [Screams]
- [Laughing] - What is wrong with you?
Little Roast Beef spends money. Huh?
- I thought Brits were cheap. - They are.
Uh, hey, Sullivan.
Weren't you wearing that same outfit yesterday?
- No. - Yes, you were.
No, I wasn't.
- Yes, you were. - Nope.
Have a little pride, Sullivan.
- You're representing New York's finest. - Yes, sir.
[Scoffs] "New York's finest."
- Move out of the way. - Sullivan, the Bermans.
Oh, hi, yes. Um, thank you for coming.
- Um, have a seat, please. - No, thank you.
We heard about Fernanda.
Of course, we have nothing to hide.
Detective Esposito told us you had some questions about her.
- Yes. - She didn't even work for us.
Why would you be interested in us?
She might not have wanted anything except information...
about you, like who you know, when you come and go, you know.
Could she have been after our kids?
Is that possible? Could she have been after our children?
It happens all the time. Oh, my God.
Oh, no, no. We don't think that she's after your children.
Just... What do you two do for a living?
- We're consultants. - Really? Uh, I'm a consultant too.
- Shut up. What kind of consultants? - For nonprofits.
- Fund-raising. - Um, are you accusing us of something?
No, we're just trying to figure out why Fernanda seemed to be watching you.
Because if we're being looked at as criminals, then...
No. No one is suggesting anything.
Then I think we've answered all the questions we're going to.
- They're hiding something. - Sullivan: Yeah, you think?
Good point, Esposito.
- Sullivan. - Yeah?
Just got off from the top brass. We've been pulled off the case.
No more getting in touch with Fernanda Flores.
- Case is dropped. - Uh, off the case?
Yeah. What, don't you speak English?
Just write it up as an unsolved drive-by and...
file it as a "dead" case.
- "Dead" case? - Dead case.
What, you... What, do you have hard to hearing too?
Uh...
All right.
Come on. Where are you going?
We're gonna talk to a tenant that Fernanda was spying on, Jack McKinley.
I moved here after my wife died.
That your son?
Jack: If only Maggie could've lived to see him grow up.
He's a man now.
- How old is he on the photo? - Three.
That was taken right after we adopted him.
Uh, my wife couldn't have children.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Where is he now? - Uh, he doesn't come home much.
- He's got a girlfriend. - Hmm.
I have a son that I don't see either.
- Sucks, doesn't it? - Yeah.
Anyway, uh, what else can I tell you about Fernanda Flores?
I really don't know her. I mean, I see her coming and going.
But it's pretty much, uh, "Good morning. How are you?" Not much more.
Okay, well, um...
If you think of anything else, would you please call me?
- Of course. Okay. - Thank you very much.
[Siren Wailing]
Michael and Anne Berman. Okay, well?
They're consultants, all right.
And also under indictment for tax evasion.
That would explain why they ran out of here so fast.
No kidding. All right.
James McKinley. Let's see.
How old would you say he is?
Probably in his 50s.
He doesn't have a credit history before 2013.
Who gets their first credit card in their 50s?
Same guy who got a Social Security number, driver's license...
and all of his bank accounts in his 50s.
James McKinley did not exist before 2013.
- Who was he before then? - I don't know.
But the order to drop the case came down from the C.I.A.
- C.I.A.? - Yeah.
Wait a minute. How do you know that?
I just do.
What was Fernanda's last name, again, before she changed it?
- Torrealba. - Torrealba.
Okay. Wow.
She was a highly decorated detective.
Her parents were killed when she was nine.
- Wait, where did you see that? - Here.
It says they died in a car bombing. They were blown to pieces.
- They were murdered. - Yeah.
They were anti-government activists.
Fernanda wasn't with her parents that night, but her little brother was.
The explosion was so massive, they never found his body.
She became a detective...
so that she could track down the people responsible for her family's murders.
She's here for revenge.
I don't care if they're pretending to be somebody else.
- We've been ordered to stay off the case. - Listen.
If McKinley isn't involved in Fernanda Flores's shooting somehow,
I'll turn in my consultant's badge.
You don't have a consultant's badge.
Exactly my point, Johnny. I should.
Did you just call me "Johnny"?
- That's what Frankie calls you. - [Shouting] That's what Frankie calls me!
That's what my mother called me! And no one else!
Now, get out of my office. Both of you. Get out.
- Captain... - Captain...
Don't captain me! Just get out!
- Oh, all right. - "Johnny." I'll Johnny you.
Don't start. Now what?
Now we are gonna go talk to McKinley again.
But the captain just...
Hi, Mum. How you doing?
I'm good. I was just thinking about you.
Mr. McKinley? It's Detective Sullivan.
I'd like to ask you a few more questions.
- Can you hear that? - Hear what?
Why is it echoing? It shouldn't echo.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- What... Is... A lock pick tool? - Maybe.
We're not supposed to be here anyway.
[Sighs]
- Amazing. - It's amazing?
Amazing I only found one print in this entire place.
- It was cleaned well. - Hmm.
Maybe you should have them clean your place.
Frankie says it could use a good scrubbing.
- Oh, yeah? - Ow!
I thought we were through with hitting?
Did you find out from the neighbors when McKinley moved out?
Yes.
- When? - Right after we were here.
A crew of movers just showed up and had everything out within the hour.
- Okay, thank you. - Well, it's not New York movers,
then, for sure.
How long until you can I.D. the print?
Uh, with backup at the lab, it's gonna take a while, I think.
I don't have a while. You're gonna have to pull a favor.
- From who? - Your ex-husband?
Well, Jack McKinley's not his real name.
Yes, obviously.
Don't know what is, but he works for the C.I.A.
Apparently he's a very valuable asset.
Leo: You mean assassin.
So, the government is protecting their asset by trying to kill Fernanda?
Well, he's not just a valuable asset.
He also has a lot of information that they don't want getting out.
So, why didn't she just kill him?
I mean, Fernanda had plenty of chances?
Because she's looking for something.
What?
Her brother wasn't blown up in the car bombing that killed her parents.
- What are you talking about? - Fernanda's brother.
I'm pretty sure he was kidnapped.
Do you remember the boy in the photo?
- The McKinleys' adopted son. - Yeah.
He's Hispanic.
He said his wife couldn't have children.
The boy in the photo is Fernanda's brother.
And one of the waiters at the restaurant looked exactly like the boy in the photo.
[Whispering] Now get out of here.
Ah, don't worry. We're not here for you.
- Oh. - The woman who was shot...
Did she talk to anyone, or ask for anyone when she was here?
Well, she was looking for Bobby, one of the waiters, but, uh,
he switched shifts and didn't come in until right after she left.
Why? Is he here?
- Yo, Bobby! - Yeah?
He looks just like the boy in the photo.
I'm Detective Sullivan. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions.
About what?
Dad.
Hands in the air. Now!
You're making a mistake. [Chuckles]
Once they emptied your apartment,
I knew you'd come to see him one last time before you changed your name...
and disappeared again.
[Whispering] Go.
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.
He killed my parents and took my brother from me.
You...
You don't really wanna shoot his father in front of him, right?
- It's not his father. - That's the only father he knows.
- No. - What is going on, Dad?
She's your sister.
Sister? Is that... Is that true?
Dad, is that true?
- Yes. - I don't... I don't understand.
- Your mother couldn't have children. - So you killed our parents...
and kidnapped my brother!
- Bobby: Is that true? - That's not what happened.
Is that why Mom divorced you?
Because she found out what you did?
I just wanted to make her happy.
So you killed my real parents?
- I was just doing my job, Son. - Job? What kind of job is that?
Who are you?
- Shooter! - Fernanda: Don't!
No!
- Sullivan: Who is that guy? - Give me this.
It's McKinley's C.I.A. bodyguard.
Stay... right there.
He's okay. He's wearing a bulletproof vest.
Fernanda spent all these years trying to find a brother who doesn't even remember.
- That's so sad. - Yeah, it is.
But... at least now, maybe she'll get some peace.
- Some closure. - [Speaking Indistinctly]
- I think they're gonna be okay. - Yeah.
I'll take you to the playground where you used to play.
You do know that the C.I.A. will just get McKinley...
- and his bodyguard out of jail, right? - Yeah, I know.
But they won't be able to cover everything up,
since I leaked some vital information to Internet bloggers,
and the New York Times picked it up.
- Sneaky you. - That's how I roll.
- I like that. - But by the way,
how did you know that that guy was wearing a bulletproof vest?
I didn't.
But you could have killed him.
He was aiming at you, so... I had no choice.
What?
Nothing.
Hey, Captain, I...
[Screams] Oh, my God, I'm blind!
[Screaming Continues] She never knocks.
Well, she's, you know... [Moans]
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