Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Longest Night - full transcript

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?

Five minutes. Appreciate it.

- 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 anything 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."

"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 take 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 would exfoliate...
- 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]