Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

Good morning, Brooklyn!

It's another beautiful day in
the hippest city in the world.

The temperature outside
is a balmy 82 degrees.

For those of you lucky enough to see
Jay-Z at the Barclays Center last night,

what a show!

And Beyoncé's surprise
appearance? Is she the bomb or what?

You see that guy?

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What the hell was that? Call 911.

The cop's trapped in his car!

If you tell me where you're headed,
I can probably get you there faster.



Shut up!

I'm a cop. Detective Sullivan, 125th.

Bank robbery. They guy killed a guard.

No, no, no, no, no, Sullivan! No, no!

Sullivan, you... you are not driving!

Sullivan! No!

You driving is not part of the deal.
I only partnered up with you

because of your father.

Just be careful! Just be careful!

- You're gonna get us killed!
- You can get out anytime, Esposito.

This is why no one works with you,
Sullivan! Oh, God, what are you doing?

They're shooting at us!

Hey, careful with that thing!
We don't wanna remake Pulp Fiction, do we?

Trash cans! Trash cans!



- How did you get a driver's license! No!
- Oh, oh!

Hit the
brakes! Hit the brakes!

Gun!

- Move!

Where the hell is this guy going!

- Shit!
- My nose! You broke my nose!

- Hey, what about my fare?
- Oh, my nose!

Hey, my cab!

What are you doing? He made
me drive! I didn't do anything!

Sure you didn't.

N.Y.P.D.!

Damn it!

Do I look like a man who would rob a bank?

I don't wanna hear anything!

You are a menace!
I'm gonna make sure that you...

Never get behind the wheel of a car again.

You really should get
some ice on that thing.

- Unless you plan on playing cyrano.
- What?

Cyrano... de Bergerac.
The guy with the big nose.

Yeah, yeah, I know! Shut up! Both
of you are gonna pay for this.

- Both of you!
- What about my cab?

Don't worry about your cab. I think
that's gonna stay there for a while.

A taxi as a getaway car, that's
a new one Mr... What is it? Romba.

Sit down. Please, please, just call me Leo.

You don't tell me what to do.

Let's see what we got.

Okay.

Detective, you look familiar.

- Have we met?
- Not unless I've arrested you before.

I never forget a woman's eyes,
and yours are so beautiful.

Are you sure you and
I haven't... hmm? Hmm?

It's painful, isn't it?

Mm-hmm? Mm-hmm? And
this is just your pinky.

So imagine the pain I could
inflict on your other appendages.

Okay, okay, no, no, no. Sorry, sorry.

- My apologies, D-D-Detective. Sorry!
- There it is.

- Ow!
- There it is.

This whole charming French
thing you think you have going,

that may appeal to naive college
girls and Brooklyn bimbettes,

but you're just another
d-bag a-hole to me.

You're looking at some
serious prison time, Leo.

- No, listen, I can't go to prison.
- Who's your accomplice, Leo?

- Accomplice?
- Mm-hmm.

No, you got this all
wrong. I don't know the guy.

He got into my taxi, and he held a
gun to my head. He said drive or die!

- Where did you learn to drive like that?
- I'm a taxi driver.

No, no, no, taxi drivers are not taught

high-speed precision driving
or evasive tactics.

This will be a hell of a lot
easier if you just cooperate.

I already told you everything I know. Geez.

- Really,
- I don't know the guy.

I got it.

Hey! Wait a minute, I remember.

I recorded the man with
the gun with my tablet.

- What are you talking about?
- My tablet is in my taxi. You can verify.

Hey, Carl, go to the impound...

And get the tablet computer out
of the taxi that I just brought in.

- Yeah, please, you'll do us a favor.
- Don't talk to Carl.

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the man with the gun, he
was texting with someone.

He must have been communicating
with the real accomplice.

Not unless you were answering
him from the front seat.

Why don't you believe me?

Because you have no alibi or
witness to prove otherwise.

Sullivan, I think I convinced Detective
Esposito not to file a grievance against you.

- What? A grievance?
- Look at his nose.

Are you kidding me! He was injured
in pursuit of a felon. You know what?

He should thank me because
he looks better that way.

- See that's the kind of thing I'm talking about.
- I understand.

- He must have looked really bad before.
- Just refresh my memory.

Let me just ask you, just
because I've lost count.

In the last year, how
many partners have you had?

Do you know? Take a guess.
Just take a wild guess.

Five!

I got five. Yeah, five.
They were five exactly.

- Five?
- Shut up!

You've wrecked three vehicles this month,

and there isn't a Detective in this
room that wants to work with you.

- You know why we were at that diner?
- No, but I'd like to know.

- Shut up, Esposito.
- Let's hear it, Esposito.

Because an anonymous source
is sending her text messages...

Claiming to have information
on her father's murder.

Cat, is that the truth?

Internal Affairs is
stonewalling the investigation.

- You don't even know who this anonymous source is.
- I'm sorry.

Who is talking to you?

- Go back to your desk.
- You don't even know!

Go back to your desk and count to 10!

My nose is broken because of these people!

It's not that bad.

How many times have I told you to
stay away from that investigation, Cat?

It's been over a year,
and they got nothing.

Cat, your father was my friend,

but I'm not gonna have his daughter running
a rogue investigation behind my back.

Now you take your suspect to holding,
and I'll see you there, Caitlyn.

Please, no, no. No, please, no.

- I can't.
- What?

- I have a problem with small spaces.
- I don't care.

Bank robbery is a federal
offense, Detective.

Of all the F.B.I. Agents in
New York City, you called him?

I didn't call him. Esposito did.

- This is my case, Captain.
- Not anymore.

I've got no problem working
the case with her, Captain.

I have a problem working
with this douche bag...

Detective Sullivan is no longer on
the case. She's been re-assigned.

- What? What?
- To foot patrol.

I'm sure the good people of Brooklyn
would like to get to know a hero cop.

I knew I saw you somewhere.

You're the cop who arrested
the park slope stalker.

Don't. I am a Detective.

- I'm not in public relations.
- Come with me.

What!

Cat, as your godfather I want to
apologize for what I'm about to say,

but as your Captain,
your license is revoked.

You so much as get behind the wheel
of a car, I'll have you suspended.

And the next time you get
an anonymous text message,

you hand it over to Internal Affairs.

Understood?

Yes!

In my office.

I can cover you for 48 hours
if you wanna run with the case.

And why would you do that?

Because those are the first words you've
actually spoken to me since the incident.

And...

Because I'm still in love with you.

Yeah, cheating on your wife isn't
an incident. It's called adultery.

It was the biggest mistake
of my life, and I'm sorry.

And maybe if you solve this case you
can get back on the Captain's good side,

find out what happened to your dad.

I loved him too.

48 hours, Cat, that's all I can give you.

Then I come for him.

- Let's go. Come on.
- Wait, wait.

48 hours isn't very long even with a car.

Okay, do you always eavesdrop
on people's conversations?

I'm a taxi driver, it's hard not
to. Look, I'll make you a deal.

Yeah, unless you're giving up your
accomplice, I'm not interested.

I will drive you anywhere you want
for the next 48 hours, free of charge,

if you help prove that I'm innocent.

And what if I prove you're guilty?

I'm not, so I have nothing to worry about.

Do we have a deal?

- Turn around.
- Okay.

I gotta warn you, though,

I am a lot of fun.

- Thank you, Detective.
- You're welcome.

What?

Oh, you don't think I
actually trust you, do you?

Let's go.

You know, not trusting people
is no way to go through life.

I'm a cop. Cops don't trust anyone.

No, I think you don't trust anyone.

Make a right at the next corner.

This is worthless. You can't see crap.

Oh, yeah? I mean, you can see his eyes.

Great, I'll put out an
A.P.B. on a pair of eyes.

You can tell a lot by a
person's eyes. Trust me.

Want me to tell you what
your eyes are saying now?

- Well, they're saying you think I'm lying.
- I think you're lying.

But they're also saying you think I'm
irresistibly attractive

and incredibly sexy.

Are all French men as you are,

or are you just setting a bad
example for an entire nation?

- I am so insulted.
- Get used to it.

Pull up in front of the bank.

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- wait here.
- Where am I gonna go?

Keep an eye on him. If he moves, shoot him.

Really.

I'm not moving.

What have we got?

Well, the guard was shot
as he reached the door.

He was chasing the suspect. Three
shots, tight pattern, .22 caliber.

But the blood splatter is not
consistent with the location

the bank manager told me...

Of where the guy was
when they shot the guard.

- Second suspect?
- Duh.

Doc, we got a body in a
burned-out car at the waterfront.

Oh, lovely. You know what, you
go. I'm gonna finish up here.

Heard you were re-assigned to foot patrol.

Good news travels quickly.

Seriously, I don't know how the department
shrinks even let you back on duty.

- Hey!
- Where have you been?

Dimitri has been looking all over for you.

- You're good, Ronnie?
- Yeah, I'm good!

I thought you went awol like Vincent.

- Vincent still hasn't reported in?
- No.

He probably took a fare upstate again and

pulled over on the way
back to get some sleep.

Now please tell me
you're handcuffed for fun.

Is there any way
to run a facial I.D. on that?

No.

Move the taxi. This is a crime scene.

I'm sorry. My roommate and I are just
discussing his sexual proclivities.

- What are yours?
- Move it now, or I'll arrest you.

Do you promise? Handcuffs and everything?

Fine, I'm going.

I'll see you tonight.

See you.

This is my number.

It's my number. Call me.

- So how much did he get from the cage?
- A million dollars.

One hundred stacks of
hundred-dollar bills.

We were switching out hundreds,
replacing the old bills with new ones.

How often do you switch the bills?

Whenever we're asked
by the corporate office.

- Or the federal reserve.
- So it's not regularly scheduled?

No, but this guy knew we had
bundled hundreds

and knew we were making the switch.

- And why do you say that?
- Because he had a briefcase...

The exact size to fit one hundred
stacks of bundled hundreds.

- Let's go.
- Wait a second.

I think I know why your
guy picked this bank.

Because he had three possible escape
routes. You see the cross streets?

They all lead to major
north-south and east-west avenues.

Spoken like a true wheelman.

Or a taxi driver who knows
it was a shift change...

And he and dozens of other cabs
would have been on those avenues...

At the exact same time.

So you're trying to tell me that
this guy took a chance to catch

a cab after robbing a bank?

It's not much of a chance if you
know the cabs are there, which he did.

Or if you know one is waiting for you.

Hold on.

Okay. Here.

- What?
- See this?

These are all the taxis
in the area right now.

At shift change, there
would have been dozens more.

There's an app for everything, huh?

There might be an app for everything,

but as a lifelong Brooklynite, I
know how hard it is to get a cab.

Oh. And this isn't Manhattan.

Where do you think those
taxis in Manhattan come from?

- Wait. No.
- That's right, Brooklyn and Queens.

There are three major
taxi companies in the area,

and they all use this
street at shift change.

So this guy timed the
robbery with shift change.

- Yeah.
- Hey!

- I'm not even gonna ask.
- No. Don't.

Your bank robber couldn't have
shot the guard from that direction.

The blood splatters are going this way.

- So there was a second suspect.
- Yep.

- Yeah, the lookout.
- And how do you know that?

I also watch a lot of movies.

The shooter also had a silencer.

He was also 30 feet
away from this direction.

- That would put him in the street.
- Or in a passing taxi.

From that distance, with a 22 caliber,
through that door?

You would have to be stationary
or one hell of a shot.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right, kids, I gotta go.

A lot of people dying to meet me today.

- It's a joke. A joke.
- Right.

Yeah, of course.

- What?
- It's a joke!

People dying to meet her.
You didn't get that?

Oh, I hate
these sudden thundershowers.

He flagged me down on
this corner over here.

That alley leads all the way through the
block, right to the street the bank is on.

He robbed the bank, cut across the street,

darted down the alley to here,
where you were waiting for him.

Great, nice try, but I
wasn't waiting for him.

I was just driving by, doing my
job as usual, picking up people.

- What was that?
- That's Skype, someone wants to talk.

Oh, I wonder who it is?

What are you doing?

Who are you? Who are you?

I asked first.

- Hey!

This is just a police Detective, Nico.

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why are you with a police
detective? Are you in trouble?

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he's just helping out.

- What's your name?
- Detective Sullivan.

Her name is Caitlyn.

Really? There is a Caitlyn in my class.

She's from Ireland, and she's
pretty like you. Are you Irish too?

- Yes, I am.
- I'm glad you're working with papa.

I worry about him being alone in New York.

You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine.

I'm a taxi driver in New
York, I'm never alone.

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- Yeah?
- I'm headed to the waterfront.

- You're gonna wanna meet me there.
- Okay.

The waterfront.

You're starting to trust me, Detective.

Thank you.

- Please.
- What are you doing?

I don't trust you. Not at all.

Well, we got three shots
to the back of the head.

It's a .22 caliber in a tight pattern.

No.

That's my friend Vincent's taxi. No!

You know, taxi logs and
passengers confirm...

That you were on the upper
West Side yesterday afternoon...

At the time of Vincent's murder,

which means that you are not the shooter...

And your story has credibility.

Yeah, at the cost of my friend's life.

Dispatcher said that
Vincent's last call in...

Was at 3:30 yesterday
afternoon from park slope.

That was an official call in. Some
other driver must have heard from him.

Can you find out if anyone did?

Now.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Look, I don't have time to go into details.

Yeah, Vincent.

I need you to find out where
he was yesterday around 4:30.

The body and the car
were doused in gasoline.

What's all over the front window?

It's remnants of blood splatter. The rest
of the blood was burnt up in the fire.

So, if the victim was shot
in the back of the head,

why is there blood splatter
on the passenger windshield?

Vincent would have put up a
fight, even with a gun to his head.

He probably saw his chance and turned
around to try and disarm the man.

No, the shooter shot the victim
through the driver's side window.

- Second shooter.
- Did Vincent talk to anybody

after the dispatcher?

Yeah, he called another driver at 4:30.

Told him he was in Downtown Brooklyn.

- Oh! He can't... he can't go in the car!
- Leo!

- Cat, get him out of there.
- Wait a minute.

Look.

Guys, I'm gonna need a bag, something.

This is Detective Sullivan.

I need to know if there
was a diamond robbery...

Anywhere near Downtown Brooklyn
yesterday afternoon after 4:30.

It was right before closing.

He hit the courier from behind,
and he stole the diamonds.

- Hey, man, nice shirt.
- Thanks. You want one?

I sell them on the side.

- How much?
- Thirty bucks for the t-shirt.

No, no way, I'll give you 20.

Okay, how'd he get passed
security? You have to be buzzed in.

He pushed his way when
the courier buzzed in.

- Don't you have exterior cameras?
- We have a blind spot.

Does your courier arrive at
a fixed point every day?

No.

Okay, I need copies of
your surveillance recordings.

I got that.

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you know where this is?

- Yeah, it's about 20 minutes from here.
- Can you get me there in 10?

Where is he?

No!

Are you okay?

- Are you okay,
- Detective Sullivan?

That's where my father was killed.

I'm sorry.

My father disappeared when
I was seven, without a trace.

I still don't know if
the man's dead or alive.

My father died in my arms.

Word came in that an officer was down,

and I didn't know it was my
father until I got on the scene.

You may never find out
who killed your father.

That's not gonna happen.

They say, at some point, you
have to get on with your life.

If you don't learn to let
it go, it'll consume you.

Believe me, I know.

I'm not stopping until my
father's killer or killers...

Have been brought to
justice, one way or another.

This file's too big. It's encrypted.

I gotta... we gotta
go back to the office.

- If the file's encrypted, how are you going to open it?
- My father's encryption key.

And if I'm right, whoever's sending
this, knows the program that he used.

And they know that I know.

Why isn't your son in New York with you?

His mother remarried. She has sole custody.

There's major encryption on this file.

- Someone's watching us?
- Yeah, or just me.

It's the surveillance video
from the diamond exchange.

This is a well-known taxi cut-through.

It's the only two-way street in the area.

He's waiting for the
courier to be buzzed in.

- Who's the guy in the helmet?
- The lookout.

And that's Vincent's taxi.

The perfect getaway car
in a city full of taxis.

And the only guy who can
identify him is the cab driver,

which is why they killed Vincent.

And which is why they were going to
kill me too if you hadn't come along.

You saved my life.

Yeah.

- Where are you?
- Precinct. Why?

I ran a check on your cab driver.

Leo Romba served four
years in a French prison.

He was a wheelman in a bank robbery.

A man was shot and killed.

Your cabbie lied on his immigration form.
He's a convicted felon.

- I'm taking over the case, Cat.
- I'll be there in 30 minutes.

This is why I don't trust people,

especially men, because they lie.

- What is wrong with you?
- I'm claustrophobic.

- You're what?
- I'm claustrophobic.

You spent four years in prison.

That's why I'm claustrophobic, okay?

I spent half my time
in solitary confinement.

Cat, I swear on my son's life...

That I have nothing to
do with the bank robbery.

Do not bring an innocent child
into this. And you know what?

It's Detective, not Cat.

I know you believe me, huh?
I can see it in your eyes.

Do not do the eye thing with me.

They're telling me you're in pain,

and that pain is masked by anger and guilt.

You would like nothing more
than to curl up in bed and cry,

but you're afraid if you start
crying, you'll never stop.

Really?

- That's what my eyes are saying?
- Yes.

Everything else I know from observation.

Please enlighten me with the
powers of your observation.

I would rather not make you any
more angry than you already are.

I am the least angry person I know!

Then I guess you don't know many people.

So, enlighten me!

I said, enlighten me.

As you wish.

You became a cop because of your father.

He wanted a boy, so he raised you like one.

Your father loved you very much,
more than anything in the world.

His death changed you,

but not for the better.

Listen, please.

I am innocent.

Get up.

You answer this next question truthfully,

or so help me God I will make sure that
you spend the rest of your life in here.

Go ahead.

How did you know all those things about me?

And don't tell me it's
from looking in my eyes.

When you spend four years
in prison as a marked man,

you learn to read people quickly,

especially when they're trying to kill you.

I don't know why, but I'm
about to risk my career for you.

Do not screw with me.

We have to go.
The F.B.I. Is coming for you.

Video file decrypted.

Let's see what we got.

That's my father.

I'm sorry.

Well, let's go.

Where do you wanna go?

Some place my ex-husband would never go.

Oh! And to what do I owe this honor?

- Oh, and you are?
- Leo. I'm Leo Romba.

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oh, well, oh!

Well, je m'appelle Francis,
but my friends call me Frankie.

- I'm Caitlyn's older sister.
- Mother!

You're no fun, you know that?
Please, Mr. Romba, come in.

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ah, please, make yourself comfortable.

I was just about to make
some tea. Would you like some?

- Thank you.
- Wonderful.

- She's nice.
- Wait.

How did you only serve four
years if a man was killed?

You cut a deal.

That's why you were a marked man in prison.

They put you in solitary
for your own protection.

The bank we hit was being used to
launder money by a crime syndicate.

After we robbed the
bank, they came after us,

killing us off one at a time.

I'm the only one left.

Nico's mother got so scared, she begged
me to tell everything I knew, so I did.

And while I sat in solitary confinement,

she divorced me and married someone else.

And that's why you lied
on your immigration forms.

The French police didn't
offer you protective

custody when you got out, did they?

No.

Here we are.

Just a little something that I whipped up.

Okay, well, there's a 24-hour
shop around the corner,

but please help yourself.

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this is my weakness.

Mmm. Here we are.

You're so lucky to have
such a wonderful mother.

Well, thank you. Wonderful?

It is so nice to be appreciated by someone.

I never knew my mother.

She died when I was young.
I was raised by my grandparents after

my father disappeared.

Oh, you poor boy.

You just met the guy and you
already like him more than me.

Caitlyn, I love you, but
unfortunately for you,

you have inherited all of your mother's
worst traits and none of her best.

- Thanks, mom.
- You're welcome.

I am going to bed.

A woman needs her beauty rest as
I've often tried to tell my daughter,

but she never listens to me.

That's right, I will be
downstairs, second door on the left.

Good night.

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please excuse my mother, she's become
somewhat of a tramp since my father died.

Maybe she's just lonely.

Bank safety deposit boxes
aren't insured by the federal

government like the money is,

so they used an outside
insurer, C.W. & Associates.

- Same insurer as the diamonds?
- No.

They used First London International.

But C.W. & Associates and
First London International...

Are both subsidiaries of
New York Metro enterprise,

who oversees security
for all of their insured.

It's my ex-husband. We have to hide you.

- You said he wouldn't come here.
- Yeah, I didn't think he would. Get up.

My mother hates him. She
begged me not to marry him.

You should listen to your mother more.

- Where is he?
- I booked him into central.

He's there waiting for you.

I checked central. Uh, he's not there.

Did you mean it...

When you said that you
were still in love with me?

Yes.

Then we should talk about what happened.

- Dinner?
- Okay.

When?

I'll call you.

Where is he?

Your mother has very nice...

Do not finish that sentence.

- Oh come on, I was just hiding him.
- No.

Get out of that bed.

- Oh.
- Get out!

Oh, oh.

You're not a very good liar, Cat.

- Guess I should have learned from you.
- Just turn him over.

Our computers were hacked.

They stole internal security
documents with monthly audits...

Listing vulnerabilities in
security with each client.

- Were the bank and diamond exchange listed?
- Yes.

New security measures were
about to be implemented.

We filed police reports
as soon as we were hacked.

The hackers were from China.

They were part of the wave of
Chinese hacking American companies.

- And you are?
- Anna Miller.

Anna's the head of our I.T.
department. She discovered the hackers.

Do you mind if I take a look at the
audit documents that were stolen?

Just as long as they don't leave this room.

Absolutely.

- The head of I.T. was nervous.
- Yeah, I saw that.

You think she was covering for her boss?

I don't know, but he's definitely
ex-military, so that makes him a marksman.

This
is Detective Sullivan.

I need to run a check on two
New York Metro enterprises...

Steve Henderson and Anna Miller.

Yeah.

- I know where they're going to hit next.
- Where?

Armored car. Today.

There's a street closure due
to construction in the area.

The armored car is scheduled to pick
up cash from a group of high-end stores.

The car can't pull up in front.
The guards are gonna have to

walk half a block with the cash.

They're gonna be out in the open.

And there's three viable escape routes,
all with lots of taxis passing by.

The armored car is scheduled
to be there in 15 minutes.

So will we.

There it is.
There's the armored car.

- There's no sign of them.
- They're here somewhere. I know it.

Sullivan.

Wait, you gotta speak up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait. Stop, stop.

Steve Henderson served in
101st airborne in Iraq. What?

Wait a minute, you're breaking up. What?

Anna Miller what? Her husband what?

- Detective!
- What?

That's him, him! The guy
with the American flag helmet.

- You sure?
- Positive.

Freeze! Police!

Go! Go! Go!

- I want a lawyer.
- You're gonna need one,

'cause we're charging you with murder.

- Dominick did it.
- Dominick Miller?

Captain, I need warrants
for Dominick and Anna Miller.

- Who's Dominick Miller?
- He's an ex-cop,

fired by the department after
being accused of taking bribes.

Lost his pension and his reputation.

He and his wife must
have hatched the plan...

After hearing about the Chinese hacking
taking place in American companies.

Anna knew when and where the clients of
the insurance companies were vulnerable,

so she made it look like
the computers were hacked...

To throw the police off her trail.

Okay.

- What are you doing?
- I don't do elevators.

- Excuse me?
- Too small.

Oh, come on.

Going somewhere? Hey!

Don't move.

Hey, N.Y.P.D.!

Hey, somebody call for a taxi?

Yes, you're welcome.

The bank offered a reward,
so I put you up for it.

That'll just about cover
the amount of fares

you owe me for driving you around, right?

- You said that was free.
- Leo Romba. You're under arrest.

No, no, no. If you arrest him,

there is no chance in hell you
and I will ever get back together.

He's here illegally.

What part of "no chance
in hell" did you not hear?

If you're still in love
with me like you say you are,

then you're gonna let this go.

Fine.

You would actually go back to him?

What? No, not in a million years.

- Oh, so you did this for me?
- I have a friend in immigration.

I'll talk to him about your situation.

You're free to go.

- Thank you.
- No, that's okay. No, no, no.

- Hey, okay, put me down.
- Thank you.

Vincent's funeral this
afternoon, you should come.

I don't do funerals.

Okay.

It was a pleasure meeting
you, Detective Sullivan.

You too, Leo.

Sullivan, weren't you
supposed to be on foot patrol?

- I didn't get behind the wheel once, Captain.
- Uh-huh.

Cat, you do know one of the reasons
why I'm your godfather, don't you?

I promised your father I would take care
of you if anything ever happened to him.

You understand me?

So, do I get my car back?

- No.
- What?

No!

You're not the only one who misses him.

Did dad ever talk about what he
was working on before he died?

You know that I never let your
father talk about his work at home.

He talked about it with me all the time.

Then why are you asking me?

Cat, if your father had wanted
you to know what he was working on,

he would have told you and...

This obsession that you have with
finding his killer, it's not good for you.

I can't believe it doesn't bother you.

Your father wouldn't have
wanted it to bother me.

Well, he would have wanted me
to find out who murdered him.

So...

Hi.

Sorry, I'm so sorry to interrupt.

No, you're not. How are you, Leo?

I'm good, thanks to your daughter.

Sorry. Do you mind if I
talk to you for a minute?

You know, I was just
leaving, so that's fine.

Look, I'm very sorry to do this, but I need
you to take a look at this for a minute.

Mm-hmm.

- That's the diner.
- Yeah.

How... how did... how did you...

I sort of have, like, a
date with the waitress, but...

See, the man with the beard,
he's trying to hide his face.

Well, the fake beard and dark
sunglasses kind of give that away.

Yeah, but the man he's
talking to is not hiding.

I've seen his eyes before. Do you know him?

That's the Internal Affairs officer
that covers my father's investigation.

Listen, I don't know what
happened to my father,

but I'm going to help you find
out what happened to yours.

Anytime you need a ride,
you call, and I'll be there.