Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 11 - Frenchmen Can't Jump - full transcript
Organised crime takes an unexpected interest in amateur basketball and a motorcycle courier's death reveals drug-running links.
Previously on Taxi Brooklyn...
Luke Capella's been released from prison.
The Corleones of South Brooklyn?
I met Giada.
- [Shouts In French, Grunts]
- She's really nice.
My father was after the Capellas.
He shot and killed Tommie Capella.
But you were obviously friends
with this man's granddaughter.
Sullivan: Annabella was my best friend.
- You must be Ryhs.
- And you must be Leo.
- He's British. That's different.
- [All Scoffing]
- [Gregg Shouts, Indistinct]
- Who was the other target?
You, bitch.
Luke Capella never ordered
a hit on your father.
Annabella took over the family
business after your dad killed Tommie.
She's the new godfather.
[Leo Snoring]
[Snoring]
[Gasps, Mutters In French]
You would not believe the disgusting
sounds that are coming out of your mouth.
God, police work is boring.
Not if you catch the bad guy.
We don't even know if there's a bad guy.
He don't look bad to me.
His name is Mario Maura, and we believe...
that he is somehow involved with the
Capellas in wholesale drug dealing.
Of course, the Capellas. I should
have thought about it
No wonder I was sitting out
here in the middle of the day.
It's your favorite family.
I got an anonymous tip...
that there's a criminal enterprise
being run out of this apartment house,
and Mario just happens to live there.
[Sighs] Based on the neighborhood,
I would say that your tipster is a junkie.
Junkies are people too.
I think I heard that...
Yeah, Sesame Street.
[Engine Starts]
- [Car Drives Off]
- What are you doing?
Strengthening my grip. I'm playing in
the two-on-two tournament in the Village.
You play basketball?
I grew up playing round ball in Marseilles.
It's pretty big over there.
- Are you any good?
- Excuse me?
- Excuse me?
- Well?
- Yeah. I got moves.
- Okay, that means no.
My homeboy Roger even thinks we have
a shot at taking the championship.
Seriously, we already made it to the semis.
The winners take 10 grand home...
which I am going to use
to get my Nico over here.
You need $10,000 to get Nico
from Marseilles to New York?
Unfortunately, my ex-wife
will only fly first class.
And since my consulting
fees with the N.Y.P.D...
barely suffice to fill up my gas tank...
- Here we go. Okay.
- I think I have to win.
- What's this?
- Messenger service. What are we looking for?
- She didn't say.
- She?
Yeah.
[Motorcycle Revving]
[Silenced Gunshots]
- I'll call for backup and an ambulance.
- Hey. Police.
- [Tires Screeching]
- An ambulance is on its way.
[Groans]
I need backup on Kent and DeKalb.
In pursuit of a shooting
suspect on a motorcycle.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.
- [Shouts]
- [Sirens Wailing]
- Don't say a word.
- I'm not.
[Police Radio Chatter]
What do you got?
We got a Theodore Allan
Whitley. He's a messenger.
.32-calibeto.
Cat and Leo saw this happen.
What were you doing here, Detective?
Anonymous tip. Female. Said
something was going down today.
- She say what?
- No.
Can I say something? I think
maybe the vic knew the perp.
You're starting to sound
like bad television.
No, no, no. Why do you think he does?
Well, in this neighborhood,
he would have shied away
from a stranger, right?
But he led with his face.
I actually saw him smile at the killer.
Any idea what he was delivering?
No, but the guy he was going to,
Mario Maura in 4D, is also M.I.A.
We've got a file on him.
Possible wholesale drug dealer.
All right, check it out.
And see me when you get
back to the precinct.
Okay.
There's pretty nice stuff,
considering the building.
No offense.
So what does Mr. Maura do for a living?
Nothing, as far as I know.
He gets high.
Ah, so many addicts in this building,
but it's none of my business.
Unless they're late with the rent.
Oh, he never is. Mario, I mean.
He's Italian. From Italy, you know?
That's usually where those
Italians are from. You know, Italy.
I figured he had family
over there sending him money.
Typical smack delivery.
Junkie bushwhacks the messenger,
takes off with the drugs.
Call me as soon as you see him, please.
- [Horns Honking]
- [Police Whistle Blowing]
- [Chattering]
- [Phone Ringing]
I wish my knee didn't hurt that much.
Cripples my game. That's
'cause you're an old man.
- You're an old man.
- I'm...
Sullivan: How's it going?
- I want to apologize to you.
- Back off.
- I'm sorry for the way I acted.
- You acted like a caged animal.
- In heat.
- I want to take you to lunch.
Why would I go to lunch with the
woman who broke up my marriage?
According to my shrink, I must have...
What is called? [Stammers, Sighs]
[Stammering] Clee... Clee... Closure!
Gregg.
You want closure for having
an affair with my husband...
by taking me to lunch?
Do you like sushi? Call me.
- I like sushi.
- [Officer Laughs]
[Phone Rings]
Yes, Mother?
I just want to tell you that I'll
be out of town for a few days.
John and I are going to a B & B upstate,
and it's supposed to be very, very retro.
Mom... They even have water beds.
That's really... Yeah.
Have you ever done it on a water bed?
Please... Oh, my God.
I gotta go. Please don't drown.
- What's this?
- Your new wheels.
[Laughs] Are you kidding?
'Cause if you are, I'm
gonna be really pissed.
Do I look like I'm kidding?
I'm reinstating your license.
You put so much as a scratch
on it, you're back in the taxi.
Yes. I got a little
romantic weekend to get to.
I heard about it. Please don't...
When I get back, it better
be immaculate. You hear me?
Yeah. Okay. [Laughs]
Hey, Romba, nice job. Don't be a stranger.
I won't. No problem.
This is great. Congratulations.
Yeah. Yeah.
You were... You... You were...
You were a great... driver.
Look, if you want to swing by the court...
and watch me play someday, that'd be nice.
[Laughs] Absolutely. Yeah.
Okay, well... good-bye.
[Sighs]
Yes.
Oh, yes. I'm back. [Laughs]
[Engine Starts]
- [Engine Revs]
- [Laughing]
Nice.
Was that a pterodactyl?
- [Knocks On Window]
- What?
Hey, Sullivan, look.
That dispatcher is here.
And?
Can you come out and talk
to her, please? Like now?
I can't believe he gave you a car.
We're not talking bicycles here.
These guys can cover a lot of ground on
a motor in an hour, so they freelance.
They get their runs by checking
in with dispatchers like me.
If they're in the right place, they pick up.
If they're not, they call somebody else.
- It ain't rocket science.
- You've never seen 'em?
Only when they come in to get paid.
And now a lot of them use direct
deposit, so some of them I've never seen.
So what about Theodore Whitley?
I knew Teddy. A sweetheart.
Everybody loved him. Him dying sucks.
- [Phone Ringing]
- I'm sorry.
It's one of my guys. Do you mind?
What? Did we wake and
bake this morning, Morris?
It's not the Flatiron Building.
It's the Cast Iron Building.
It's West 11th at Broadway. Imbecile.
Yeah. Where was Teddy's pickup last night?
Red Hook. It's the transit dock.
That's where boats come
in and out to drop off.
- Was there a name on the boat?
- There usually isn't.
They just look for the motorcycle.
[Sighs] Do you usually
know what's being delivered?
Never. It might be plutonium.
It could be poop. It's none of my business.
Can you tell me the number of
deliveries that have been made...
to the apartment in Sheepshead Bay?
I can when I get in front of
my computer back at the office.
I'll call you with it?
Yeah. Be great. Thanks.
♪ [Man Rapping, Indistinct]♪
Whoo! Net. Good shot. There we go.
Uh-huh. Whoo.
Hold up, bro. Let me take this.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Look, tell me. How long
have we known each other?
Since the day I set foot in America.
Since the day I set foot in America.
Big day. So you would say
you and I, we're close, right?
- We're like blood, Leo.
- Oh.
So I can ask you this like a brother.
Why is a messenger delivering
you an envelope full of cash?
You know, it ain't no big deal.
My mom, she just sent me
over some help for rent.
- Your mom?
- It's true, bro.
True.
- [Siren Wailing]
- [Police Whistle Blowing]
Hey.
Hey!
I cannot believe this. My... [Screams]
- [Blowing Whistle]
- Ah. No.
Super says Mario's here.
- Are you sure he's here?
- He was 10 minutes ago.
Okay, could you just let us in, please?
Esposito: Step back. Thank you.
Sullivan: We got a runner.
- I'll cover the front.
- Yeah.
Stop. N.Y.P.D. Hey, stop.
♪[Man Rapping, Indistinct]♪
Oh, gross. Ugh.
Ugh. All over my clothes.
♪ [Rapping Continues]♪
[Grunts]
I'm afraid to look. He
didn't dent my door, did he?
- Why are you following me?
- What can I say? I was wrong.
My life is pretty boring
without police work.
Without me, you're trying to say?
No. Without police work.
[Splattering]
- Hey!
- What?
- Sorry about that.
- Sullivan: Are you kidding me?
[Laughing]
So how bad is your habit?
Come on, man. How much
heroin was in the delivery?
I told you. I ordered a pizza.
Do you realize how much trouble you're in?
See, I personally believe that you shot the
messenger to make it look like a robbery?
- I'm not a killer.
- Ah.
The next thing you're gonna
tell me is that you're a lover.
- I am Italian.
- Are you trying to be funny?
No. Just honest.
What happened after you
buzzed him through the door?
[Mario On Speaker] He
never came up, so I went down.
That's when I found him.
Poor guy was, like, my age.
Mm-hmm. And then what?
I was scared, so I went to a friend's.
Did you get high there?
Come on, Mario. We found
the works in your apartment.
You're an addict. Can we
at least agree on that?
It was my weekly delivery.
- How much?
- Half an ounce.
- That's all?
- I'm not a dealer, if that's what you're getting at.
That's exactly what I am getting at.
Roll up your sleeves.
I can bring people in here that would
take great pleasure in doing it for you.
It was just for my girlfriend.
I wanted for her to get clean
more than anything in the world.
But it's hard to watch somebody
you love go through the withdrawal.
We've been to the emergency
room twice already.
I almost lost her both times.
So I save for the day I can
put her in a decent rehab.
So you buy her enough drugs
to get through the week?
Who's your supplier?
Listen to me. A woman called here...
saying that the Capella family...
I knew she was obsessed with the Capellas.
Welcome to my world.
Was that your girlfriend?
I don't want my girlfriend
brought into this.
She is my life,
and I will do anything to protect her.
Where is she?
Somewhere safe.
If the Capellas are
involved, nowhere is safe.
[Siren Wailing]
Look who bailed out Mario.
Sullivan: One of the Capella lawyers.
Esposito: Must be important to them.
Yeah, well, he's just a kid.
Hey, lady!
[Growls]
[Yells]
Male Announcer: Okay, here's
where we are in the closing seconds...
of this very exciting semifinal.
Reds down by five. Romba with the ball.
He passes it to Gordon
who takes the 20-footer.
- It's good.
- That was great.
- [Cheering]
- 29 Red, 26 Blue.
They'll take it out. But Romba steals it.
- He's off.
- ♪ [Rapping, Indistinct]♪
He passes off to Gordon. He scores.
[Cheering] Let's go.
Gordon grabs at the inbound this
time. He goes to Romba on the side.
- Let's go. Let's go.
- And gets fouled.
- [Whistle Blows]
- Go!
That's no good. Let's get these.
Down by three with 28 seconds to play.
Leo, we need those free
throws, baby. Come on.
If you make them, we'll both do you.
Whoo. Hello!
Man: Come on. Let's go.
[Rooting Continues]
- [Cheering]
- And swish. It's good.
All right.
[Rooting Continues]
- In.
- Swish. Looking pretty. All right.
[Horn Honking]
- Roger.
- Come on, Roger.
♪ [Rapping Continues]♪
Romba tries to get in.
Shoots it back out to Gordon.
Shoots it up... and misses.
- Blue off by one point.
- ♪[ Rapping Continues ]♪
He's got a steal by Romba.
He flips it back to Gordon.
Shoots... and misses again.
Offensive board by Romba. He drives hard.
Five seconds on the clock. He goes up.
- [Whistle Blows]
- It's good.
Red wins by one, and they go to the finals.
- [Cheering]
- Leo: Good game, baby.
- Okay, thanks, man.
- Man: Good game.
Good game. Thank you. Good game.
Sorry about that, man.
I couldn't jack today.
That's all right, man. No
matter. We're in the final.
- [Cheering]
- Yeah, baby.
You guys were fantastic.
Weren't they, girls?
Oh, my God. I just love this
game. There's so much sweating.
Hi, Ronnie. Leo: Nice of you to drop by.
- You came.
- Yeah. You're lucky you won.
What?
- Yeah.
- Who's this?
- This is Cat. You remember?
- Hi.
Oh, so this the ball buster you work for?
[Laughing] Come on, man. That was
before. Now she's... she's not that bad.
Yeah, thanks. But you
guys are not gonna win...
if you don't pick up your defense and
start controlling your offensive boards.
How does she know so much about basketball?
Yeah, how do you know
so much about basketball?
Starting point guard in high school.
We went all city and
all state my senior year.
- Really?
- Look. Can I...
All right. Come on. Good game.
Listen. I, um... I need you to follow me.
You need me? I like the sound of that.
Ohh.
No. I've... I've gotta find
Mario's girlfriend, all right?
I believe that she's the tipster
and she knows what's going down.
I don't know. Junkies
are pretty good at hiding.
Oh, what's going on with your car?
That's why I need you to follow me.
I've got an auto body guy. I just...
[Man Retching]
[Sighs]
Sorry.
Here. Use that.
Oh, Cat.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Watch yourself. You'll get dirty.
Oh, a little grease never hurt anybody.
Oh, that's my girl.
This is Leo. He's been helping me.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Is that a 332?
- Oh, you know your engines.
The guy patrols the L.I.E. with this thing.
It's a damn beast. [Laughs]
I, uh... I need a big favor, Uncle AJ.
The whole world has been
gunning for this car,
and I need to have it
cherried out by tomorrow.
- Am I crazy asking?
- Yeah.
[Laughs] Yeah.
Look at this. Oh, my God.
The trunk here. And the piece is out.
- I...
- The whole top.
What's the smell?
The front seat.
Oh, God.
How important is it?
It's practically life or death.
Then it'll be ready.
You are the best, Uncle AJ.
Daddy always said so.
I miss him. Are you still
looking for the killer?
Yeah, but nobody else knows that.
Did I tell you about
the last time I saw him?
He needed Freon for that
beat-up LeSabre he loved.
You know who was with him? Ned Lipinski.
You're kidding.
Ned hadn't been indicted yet.
He was just another detective.
Or at least everybody thought so.
Who is he?
He's a dirty cop who worked
for Luke Capella directly.
Where is he now?
He's doing 25 years in Poughkeepsie.
Maybe Dad was investigating him.
And maybe Ned found out and killed him.
I don't know about that, Kitty.
Ned was on the take,
but I don't think he was a killer.
Well, we gotta go. Uh... thank you.
- [Metal Clatters]
- I'll do it.
- [Laughs]
- [Siren Wailing]
Bye.
Sullivan.
On my way.
What?
Mario Maura is dead.
Found off the pier. Two
in the back of the head.
Capella style.
[Sighs] He didn't deserve that.
He was a sweet kid.
He was, but he was also
working for the Capellas.
So why did they spring
him and then kill him?
Maybe that's why they
bailed him out... to kill him.
'Cause as long as he's
in custody, he might talk.
That's good. Give me another maybe.
Well, maybe the package wasn't
drugs. Maybe it was something else.
Like what?
Look, my boy Roger had a wad of cash...
delivered to him by motorcycle messenger.
I got a feeling he's trying to control
the tournament by some gambling types.
- What do you mean? Fix games?
- Yeah.
How? You guys won all of
yours. The point spread.
He played like Kobe in the
preliminary round. We won by 10.
And then he totally
tanked, and we won by one.
Could be the spread.
Let's talk to the messenger that
made the same delivery last week.
- What for?
- Find out what the package looked like.
Sure, I remember.
We don't get a lot of pickups
from boats. I made that run a lot.
Was it always the same boat?
No, but it was fast jobs.
Big sport fisherman types.
I mean, that ain't my
thing... boats, you know.
- I'm strictly a motor man.
- Bikes. Huh.
- Who delivered the package?
- Different people.
What kind of people? What were they like?
- They were kind of scary.
- You were scared of them?
They just looked a
little on the shady side.
Shad Shady Italian.
Not like I got anything against Italians.
- Love the food.
- Leo: What was the package like?
Always the same. Briefcase.
What kind of briefcase?
Hard one. About this big.
Fits perfectly inside a
standard motorcycle saddlebag.
How much do you think it weighed?
No more than about five pounds.
Was it always the same guy who
collected in Sheepshead Bay?
Yeah. Another Italian. With an accent.
But a nice guy. He wasn't scary.
Five pounds of heroin would
be worth a lot of money.
Yeah, but why send it to a
neighborhood loaded with heroin addicts?
That's like asking for trouble.
- Yeah.
- [Phone Rings]
- Hi.
- Yo, where are you headed?
The precinct.
Um, could I... could I meet you up there?
Sure. What's going on, bro? You all right?
We have to lose the final.
What?
We have to lose the final,
or they're gonna kill us, man.
All we gotta do is lose,
and they'll pay us 20 grand.
- Or they kill us.
- I'm sorry.
I guess I got in over my head.
So you were playing the point
spreads in the other games?
We were winning. It
wasn't really that hard.
When I first got to New York,
wanna know what I did first?
- What did you do?
- I went straight to West 4th
to watch basketball.
That's how famous this place is.
The whole world is talking about it.
I heard about those courts on
the playgrounds in Marseilles.
You know all the legends have been there...
Barkley, Magic, Iverson, Earl Manigault.
And now you want me to
throw a championship there?
Leo, we'll make twice as
much as the purse for winning.
I came here to start over.
Isn't that why this country
is supposed to be so great?
- Hmm?
- Leo.
- Nobody cares about your mistakes.
- Leo.
- Nobody cares about your past. Shh.
- Leo.
These people stand to
make six figures on this.
[Whispers] We're in the
precinct. They will kill us.
No, my friend. They will
kill you. I'm not playing.
What about your son? You
need this to get him here.
Don't even try to bring my
son into this. You understand?
I'll figure out another way.
- [Door Swings]
- If it's not gonna be Roger,
then who did you put down as an alternate?
In a two-on-two tournament, you
always have to put down an alternate.
So who... Who?
Who'd you put down?
- [Phone Rings]
- Who?
Me?
Yeah, I put you down.
- You put... You put me...
- Yeah.
You didn't even know I could play.
Look, I couldn't very well
put Ronnie down, could I?
That's true. And I don't know
anybody else, so I put you down.
I had no idea Roger would
throw the final on me.
Okay.
I'll play.
Be serious for a second.
You really don't think that I got game.
Well, I will have you know that
I was a star on a great team.
I don't mean to disrespect you,
but this is the highest level of street
basketball there is, and you're a woman.
That's extremely disrespectful.
Look, you got two choices, okay?
You can either forfeit...
or you can take me on my word
that I am as good as I say I am.
Your choice.
- [Phone Rings]
- Okay.
Leo: So what are we looking for?
Sullivan: Something that'll
tell us where Mario's girlfriend is.
Hey, look what I found.
Receipts for the deliveries.
- Don't thank me.
- I'm not going to.
It's very organized. These
are all in chronological order.
And, okay, what else do we have?
Cash... and a note,
and I am assuming that is Italian.
- Well, don't look at me.
- What?
Mr. Rosetta Stone himself
does not speak Italian?
Wait. Let me see.
We know someone who speaks Italian.
You were short on Angie's weekly.
She's running out on Tuesday or...
[Muttering In Italian]
Wednesday. Tuesday or Wednesday.
Also, package contents...
may be known by other parties.
Please advise. Mario.
This was two weeks before
the messenger was murdered.
"Angie's weekly" must be her heroin.
Maybe the rest of the package wasn't drugs.
[Squeals] Oh, this is so freaking exciting.
- What?
- Police stuff. I feel like I'm in a TV show.
If the note is here, he never sent it.
Maybe he was scared. He knew someone
found out what was in the briefcase.
Angie would know.
- Of course she would.
- Shut up.
[Sighs]
Mario was really in love with her, so...
I mean, I can't imagine that
he wouldn't keep her close.
There's an Angie in 5D.
It's right above Mario's.
Angie.
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm Detective Sullivan.
I need you to talk to me about Mario.
Okay, I'll prepare some tea.
I kicked as soon as I heard about Mario.
All he ever wanted was for me to stop.
I had to for him.
Angie, that's the best way
that you can honor his life.
[Dishes Clattering]
I loved him so much, and
it's my fault he's dead.
Why do you say it's your fault?
He only took the job to keep me in drugs.
What job?
Being the middle man for the Capellas.
- For the drugs?
- No. For the money.
What money?
Mario told me never to tell
anyone. It was too dangerous.
Do you really want to kick, Angie?
- Yes, I do.
- The tea's ready.
Drink it while it's hot. Take it.
I think you're gonna... Wait. Oh, yeah.
Give it to me. I got it. Give it to me.
- If you really want to...
- [Moaning]
If you really want to
kick, I can check you in.
I will personally see that you are
checked in to a rehab facility tonight.
- You will? Really?
- Yeah.
A hundred thousand dollars.
Every Friday and Monday.
It was Atlantic City income from drugs...
and prostitution, protection,
anything that was illegal.
It was sent by boat, and
Mario was the middle man.
They didn't want it tied directly to them,
so they had it delivered here.
And then Mario delivered
it to the Capellas?
Yes, but he insisted they
throw in the heroin for me.
[Siren Wailing]
Esposito: Sullivan, the captain
wants to see you in his office.
Woo, this looks like an intervention.
Cat... [Clears Throat]
Cat, your father was a dirty cop.
I'm sorry.
- [Police Radio, Indistinct]
- Hey, Cat, Cat, Cat. Hey.
- Hey, Cat.
- What?
He... He was on the take
from the Capellas, okay?
We've got proof.
Okay. You know so much more than I do.
Right? Okay. Who killed him?
Does it really matter?
Everything points to Luke Capella.
And you suspected all along
that my father was dirty?
[Sighs, Grunts]
- Sullivan: All right.
- Careful. Careful.
Help me. There you go.
Oh, seriously?
How did you know what was in the briefcase?
I went on a pickup myself, and I opened it.
You got a lot of balls,
stealing from the mafia.
I also got a first class
ticket to Rio tonight.
There's $100,000 in
unmarked bills in there.
It's yours if you help me get away.
- Oh.
- Whoa.
[Laughs]
[Sighs] The captain is gonna kill me.
Come on. We're late for the game.
[Male Announcer] If the
team of Romba and Sullivan...
do not report in within
the next 60 seconds,
they will forfeit the game.
Come on. Come on.
Can I have a word, Detective?
I didn't know this was your game.
I'm good.
So, you're the man behind the betting.
So what? You gonna kill us if we win?
[Laughs]
Not if I get you first.
That's too bad. Your father
would have threw the game for me.
Your old man was the best
cop we had on the payroll.
You all right?
- Hey. You all right?
- [Whistle Blows]
[Announcer] And here we go.
This is for all the marbles,
ladies and gentlemen
♪ [Man Rapping, Indistinct]♪
- Bo passes the ball. Oh, my god...
- [Blows Whistle]
Sullivan fouls Jackson immediately.
You know you're not
supposed to do that, right?
Bo takes it outfield to
Jackson who drives the lane.
And, ooh, once again Sullivan
battles him hard. Jackson is down.
- [Crowd Murmuring]
- Let's go, Cat.
- Just relax, okay?
- What?
- Be cool.
- All right. Come on.
- Here's Jackson on top of the key.
- [Whistle Blows]
Sullivan covering him.
And once again fouls him.
- And Jackson is not happy.
- [Indistinct]
[Crowd Rooting]
Here's Jackson up for the three.
- And he drains it.
- [Ronnie Groans]
Time. Time. Time out, Red.
Come here. What's going on?
You're a fouling machine. What
happened to the all state point guard?
They say my father was a dirty cop.
Is that what he just told you?
That's what everyone has told me.
I'm sorry.
So what do you want to do about that, Cat?
Whether he was dirty or not, deep down...
I still want revenge for my father's death.
That sounds very Italian for an Irish girl.
Okay, I get it.
You're gonna go out there
and get your revenge.
But for now, can we please win this game?
Are you with me?
That's the spirit. Come on. For Nico.
Let's go, Cat. Come on. Let's go.
Oh, yes.
[Announcer] And Red is on the board.
[Crowd Rooting]
Beautiful pass by Sullivan
to Romba. And he scores.
Oh, yes.
[Grunts]
- [Cheering]
- Yeah.
Ronnie: Red. Red.
- Lean back.
- [Grunts]
[Whistle Blows]
Yeah. [Laughs]
[Whistles]
[Whistle Blows]
- [Grunts]
- Leo, go.
Ronnie: Foul.
[Grunts]
[Crowd Cheering]
♪ [Continues]♪
- [Laughs]
- [Cheering]
- Ronnie: Leo, all right. Come on.
- [Whistle Blows]
- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
- Score tied up with eight seconds remaining.
And Bo is bringing it in.
But Sullivan steals it.
She shoots from 45 feet.
- [Buzzer Sounds]
- And it goes in.
Red wins the tournament on a
last-minute jumper by Cat Sullivan.
[Crowd Cheering]
Leo! Leo! What a final.
Leo.
I can't wait to tell Nico
about it. He's coming.
New York! He's coming to New York!
[Leo Whooping]
[Cheering, Chanting]
Champion. Champion. Champion.
Champion. Champion. Champion.
Champion. Champion. Champion.
Champion. Champion. Champion. Champion.
- Where's Cat?
- Champion. Champion.
- Cat, hey!
- [Chanting Continues]
[Cheering Continues]
Woman: That was great.
You're a dead man.
Luke Capella's been released from prison.
The Corleones of South Brooklyn?
I met Giada.
- [Shouts In French, Grunts]
- She's really nice.
My father was after the Capellas.
He shot and killed Tommie Capella.
But you were obviously friends
with this man's granddaughter.
Sullivan: Annabella was my best friend.
- You must be Ryhs.
- And you must be Leo.
- He's British. That's different.
- [All Scoffing]
- [Gregg Shouts, Indistinct]
- Who was the other target?
You, bitch.
Luke Capella never ordered
a hit on your father.
Annabella took over the family
business after your dad killed Tommie.
She's the new godfather.
[Leo Snoring]
[Snoring]
[Gasps, Mutters In French]
You would not believe the disgusting
sounds that are coming out of your mouth.
God, police work is boring.
Not if you catch the bad guy.
We don't even know if there's a bad guy.
He don't look bad to me.
His name is Mario Maura, and we believe...
that he is somehow involved with the
Capellas in wholesale drug dealing.
Of course, the Capellas. I should
have thought about it
No wonder I was sitting out
here in the middle of the day.
It's your favorite family.
I got an anonymous tip...
that there's a criminal enterprise
being run out of this apartment house,
and Mario just happens to live there.
[Sighs] Based on the neighborhood,
I would say that your tipster is a junkie.
Junkies are people too.
I think I heard that...
Yeah, Sesame Street.
[Engine Starts]
- [Car Drives Off]
- What are you doing?
Strengthening my grip. I'm playing in
the two-on-two tournament in the Village.
You play basketball?
I grew up playing round ball in Marseilles.
It's pretty big over there.
- Are you any good?
- Excuse me?
- Excuse me?
- Well?
- Yeah. I got moves.
- Okay, that means no.
My homeboy Roger even thinks we have
a shot at taking the championship.
Seriously, we already made it to the semis.
The winners take 10 grand home...
which I am going to use
to get my Nico over here.
You need $10,000 to get Nico
from Marseilles to New York?
Unfortunately, my ex-wife
will only fly first class.
And since my consulting
fees with the N.Y.P.D...
barely suffice to fill up my gas tank...
- Here we go. Okay.
- I think I have to win.
- What's this?
- Messenger service. What are we looking for?
- She didn't say.
- She?
Yeah.
[Motorcycle Revving]
[Silenced Gunshots]
- I'll call for backup and an ambulance.
- Hey. Police.
- [Tires Screeching]
- An ambulance is on its way.
[Groans]
I need backup on Kent and DeKalb.
In pursuit of a shooting
suspect on a motorcycle.
Suspect is armed and dangerous.
- [Shouts]
- [Sirens Wailing]
- Don't say a word.
- I'm not.
[Police Radio Chatter]
What do you got?
We got a Theodore Allan
Whitley. He's a messenger.
.32-calibeto.
Cat and Leo saw this happen.
What were you doing here, Detective?
Anonymous tip. Female. Said
something was going down today.
- She say what?
- No.
Can I say something? I think
maybe the vic knew the perp.
You're starting to sound
like bad television.
No, no, no. Why do you think he does?
Well, in this neighborhood,
he would have shied away
from a stranger, right?
But he led with his face.
I actually saw him smile at the killer.
Any idea what he was delivering?
No, but the guy he was going to,
Mario Maura in 4D, is also M.I.A.
We've got a file on him.
Possible wholesale drug dealer.
All right, check it out.
And see me when you get
back to the precinct.
Okay.
There's pretty nice stuff,
considering the building.
No offense.
So what does Mr. Maura do for a living?
Nothing, as far as I know.
He gets high.
Ah, so many addicts in this building,
but it's none of my business.
Unless they're late with the rent.
Oh, he never is. Mario, I mean.
He's Italian. From Italy, you know?
That's usually where those
Italians are from. You know, Italy.
I figured he had family
over there sending him money.
Typical smack delivery.
Junkie bushwhacks the messenger,
takes off with the drugs.
Call me as soon as you see him, please.
- [Horns Honking]
- [Police Whistle Blowing]
- [Chattering]
- [Phone Ringing]
I wish my knee didn't hurt that much.
Cripples my game. That's
'cause you're an old man.
- You're an old man.
- I'm...
Sullivan: How's it going?
- I want to apologize to you.
- Back off.
- I'm sorry for the way I acted.
- You acted like a caged animal.
- In heat.
- I want to take you to lunch.
Why would I go to lunch with the
woman who broke up my marriage?
According to my shrink, I must have...
What is called? [Stammers, Sighs]
[Stammering] Clee... Clee... Closure!
Gregg.
You want closure for having
an affair with my husband...
by taking me to lunch?
Do you like sushi? Call me.
- I like sushi.
- [Officer Laughs]
[Phone Rings]
Yes, Mother?
I just want to tell you that I'll
be out of town for a few days.
John and I are going to a B & B upstate,
and it's supposed to be very, very retro.
Mom... They even have water beds.
That's really... Yeah.
Have you ever done it on a water bed?
Please... Oh, my God.
I gotta go. Please don't drown.
- What's this?
- Your new wheels.
[Laughs] Are you kidding?
'Cause if you are, I'm
gonna be really pissed.
Do I look like I'm kidding?
I'm reinstating your license.
You put so much as a scratch
on it, you're back in the taxi.
Yes. I got a little
romantic weekend to get to.
I heard about it. Please don't...
When I get back, it better
be immaculate. You hear me?
Yeah. Okay. [Laughs]
Hey, Romba, nice job. Don't be a stranger.
I won't. No problem.
This is great. Congratulations.
Yeah. Yeah.
You were... You... You were...
You were a great... driver.
Look, if you want to swing by the court...
and watch me play someday, that'd be nice.
[Laughs] Absolutely. Yeah.
Okay, well... good-bye.
[Sighs]
Yes.
Oh, yes. I'm back. [Laughs]
[Engine Starts]
- [Engine Revs]
- [Laughing]
Nice.
Was that a pterodactyl?
- [Knocks On Window]
- What?
Hey, Sullivan, look.
That dispatcher is here.
And?
Can you come out and talk
to her, please? Like now?
I can't believe he gave you a car.
We're not talking bicycles here.
These guys can cover a lot of ground on
a motor in an hour, so they freelance.
They get their runs by checking
in with dispatchers like me.
If they're in the right place, they pick up.
If they're not, they call somebody else.
- It ain't rocket science.
- You've never seen 'em?
Only when they come in to get paid.
And now a lot of them use direct
deposit, so some of them I've never seen.
So what about Theodore Whitley?
I knew Teddy. A sweetheart.
Everybody loved him. Him dying sucks.
- [Phone Ringing]
- I'm sorry.
It's one of my guys. Do you mind?
What? Did we wake and
bake this morning, Morris?
It's not the Flatiron Building.
It's the Cast Iron Building.
It's West 11th at Broadway. Imbecile.
Yeah. Where was Teddy's pickup last night?
Red Hook. It's the transit dock.
That's where boats come
in and out to drop off.
- Was there a name on the boat?
- There usually isn't.
They just look for the motorcycle.
[Sighs] Do you usually
know what's being delivered?
Never. It might be plutonium.
It could be poop. It's none of my business.
Can you tell me the number of
deliveries that have been made...
to the apartment in Sheepshead Bay?
I can when I get in front of
my computer back at the office.
I'll call you with it?
Yeah. Be great. Thanks.
♪ [Man Rapping, Indistinct]♪
Whoo! Net. Good shot. There we go.
Uh-huh. Whoo.
Hold up, bro. Let me take this.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Look, tell me. How long
have we known each other?
Since the day I set foot in America.
Since the day I set foot in America.
Big day. So you would say
you and I, we're close, right?
- We're like blood, Leo.
- Oh.
So I can ask you this like a brother.
Why is a messenger delivering
you an envelope full of cash?
You know, it ain't no big deal.
My mom, she just sent me
over some help for rent.
- Your mom?
- It's true, bro.
True.
- [Siren Wailing]
- [Police Whistle Blowing]
Hey.
Hey!
I cannot believe this. My... [Screams]
- [Blowing Whistle]
- Ah. No.
Super says Mario's here.
- Are you sure he's here?
- He was 10 minutes ago.
Okay, could you just let us in, please?
Esposito: Step back. Thank you.
Sullivan: We got a runner.
- I'll cover the front.
- Yeah.
Stop. N.Y.P.D. Hey, stop.
♪[Man Rapping, Indistinct]♪
Oh, gross. Ugh.
Ugh. All over my clothes.
♪ [Rapping Continues]♪
[Grunts]
I'm afraid to look. He
didn't dent my door, did he?
- Why are you following me?
- What can I say? I was wrong.
My life is pretty boring
without police work.
Without me, you're trying to say?
No. Without police work.
[Splattering]
- Hey!
- What?
- Sorry about that.
- Sullivan: Are you kidding me?
[Laughing]
So how bad is your habit?
Come on, man. How much
heroin was in the delivery?
I told you. I ordered a pizza.
Do you realize how much trouble you're in?
See, I personally believe that you shot the
messenger to make it look like a robbery?
- I'm not a killer.
- Ah.
The next thing you're gonna
tell me is that you're a lover.
- I am Italian.
- Are you trying to be funny?
No. Just honest.
What happened after you
buzzed him through the door?
[Mario On Speaker] He
never came up, so I went down.
That's when I found him.
Poor guy was, like, my age.
Mm-hmm. And then what?
I was scared, so I went to a friend's.
Did you get high there?
Come on, Mario. We found
the works in your apartment.
You're an addict. Can we
at least agree on that?
It was my weekly delivery.
- How much?
- Half an ounce.
- That's all?
- I'm not a dealer, if that's what you're getting at.
That's exactly what I am getting at.
Roll up your sleeves.
I can bring people in here that would
take great pleasure in doing it for you.
It was just for my girlfriend.
I wanted for her to get clean
more than anything in the world.
But it's hard to watch somebody
you love go through the withdrawal.
We've been to the emergency
room twice already.
I almost lost her both times.
So I save for the day I can
put her in a decent rehab.
So you buy her enough drugs
to get through the week?
Who's your supplier?
Listen to me. A woman called here...
saying that the Capella family...
I knew she was obsessed with the Capellas.
Welcome to my world.
Was that your girlfriend?
I don't want my girlfriend
brought into this.
She is my life,
and I will do anything to protect her.
Where is she?
Somewhere safe.
If the Capellas are
involved, nowhere is safe.
[Siren Wailing]
Look who bailed out Mario.
Sullivan: One of the Capella lawyers.
Esposito: Must be important to them.
Yeah, well, he's just a kid.
Hey, lady!
[Growls]
[Yells]
Male Announcer: Okay, here's
where we are in the closing seconds...
of this very exciting semifinal.
Reds down by five. Romba with the ball.
He passes it to Gordon
who takes the 20-footer.
- It's good.
- That was great.
- [Cheering]
- 29 Red, 26 Blue.
They'll take it out. But Romba steals it.
- He's off.
- ♪ [Rapping, Indistinct]♪
He passes off to Gordon. He scores.
[Cheering] Let's go.
Gordon grabs at the inbound this
time. He goes to Romba on the side.
- Let's go. Let's go.
- And gets fouled.
- [Whistle Blows]
- Go!
That's no good. Let's get these.
Down by three with 28 seconds to play.
Leo, we need those free
throws, baby. Come on.
If you make them, we'll both do you.
Whoo. Hello!
Man: Come on. Let's go.
[Rooting Continues]
- [Cheering]
- And swish. It's good.
All right.
[Rooting Continues]
- In.
- Swish. Looking pretty. All right.
[Horn Honking]
- Roger.
- Come on, Roger.
♪ [Rapping Continues]♪
Romba tries to get in.
Shoots it back out to Gordon.
Shoots it up... and misses.
- Blue off by one point.
- ♪[ Rapping Continues ]♪
He's got a steal by Romba.
He flips it back to Gordon.
Shoots... and misses again.
Offensive board by Romba. He drives hard.
Five seconds on the clock. He goes up.
- [Whistle Blows]
- It's good.
Red wins by one, and they go to the finals.
- [Cheering]
- Leo: Good game, baby.
- Okay, thanks, man.
- Man: Good game.
Good game. Thank you. Good game.
Sorry about that, man.
I couldn't jack today.
That's all right, man. No
matter. We're in the final.
- [Cheering]
- Yeah, baby.
You guys were fantastic.
Weren't they, girls?
Oh, my God. I just love this
game. There's so much sweating.
Hi, Ronnie. Leo: Nice of you to drop by.
- You came.
- Yeah. You're lucky you won.
What?
- Yeah.
- Who's this?
- This is Cat. You remember?
- Hi.
Oh, so this the ball buster you work for?
[Laughing] Come on, man. That was
before. Now she's... she's not that bad.
Yeah, thanks. But you
guys are not gonna win...
if you don't pick up your defense and
start controlling your offensive boards.
How does she know so much about basketball?
Yeah, how do you know
so much about basketball?
Starting point guard in high school.
We went all city and
all state my senior year.
- Really?
- Look. Can I...
All right. Come on. Good game.
Listen. I, um... I need you to follow me.
You need me? I like the sound of that.
Ohh.
No. I've... I've gotta find
Mario's girlfriend, all right?
I believe that she's the tipster
and she knows what's going down.
I don't know. Junkies
are pretty good at hiding.
Oh, what's going on with your car?
That's why I need you to follow me.
I've got an auto body guy. I just...
[Man Retching]
[Sighs]
Sorry.
Here. Use that.
Oh, Cat.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Watch yourself. You'll get dirty.
Oh, a little grease never hurt anybody.
Oh, that's my girl.
This is Leo. He's been helping me.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Is that a 332?
- Oh, you know your engines.
The guy patrols the L.I.E. with this thing.
It's a damn beast. [Laughs]
I, uh... I need a big favor, Uncle AJ.
The whole world has been
gunning for this car,
and I need to have it
cherried out by tomorrow.
- Am I crazy asking?
- Yeah.
[Laughs] Yeah.
Look at this. Oh, my God.
The trunk here. And the piece is out.
- I...
- The whole top.
What's the smell?
The front seat.
Oh, God.
How important is it?
It's practically life or death.
Then it'll be ready.
You are the best, Uncle AJ.
Daddy always said so.
I miss him. Are you still
looking for the killer?
Yeah, but nobody else knows that.
Did I tell you about
the last time I saw him?
He needed Freon for that
beat-up LeSabre he loved.
You know who was with him? Ned Lipinski.
You're kidding.
Ned hadn't been indicted yet.
He was just another detective.
Or at least everybody thought so.
Who is he?
He's a dirty cop who worked
for Luke Capella directly.
Where is he now?
He's doing 25 years in Poughkeepsie.
Maybe Dad was investigating him.
And maybe Ned found out and killed him.
I don't know about that, Kitty.
Ned was on the take,
but I don't think he was a killer.
Well, we gotta go. Uh... thank you.
- [Metal Clatters]
- I'll do it.
- [Laughs]
- [Siren Wailing]
Bye.
Sullivan.
On my way.
What?
Mario Maura is dead.
Found off the pier. Two
in the back of the head.
Capella style.
[Sighs] He didn't deserve that.
He was a sweet kid.
He was, but he was also
working for the Capellas.
So why did they spring
him and then kill him?
Maybe that's why they
bailed him out... to kill him.
'Cause as long as he's
in custody, he might talk.
That's good. Give me another maybe.
Well, maybe the package wasn't
drugs. Maybe it was something else.
Like what?
Look, my boy Roger had a wad of cash...
delivered to him by motorcycle messenger.
I got a feeling he's trying to control
the tournament by some gambling types.
- What do you mean? Fix games?
- Yeah.
How? You guys won all of
yours. The point spread.
He played like Kobe in the
preliminary round. We won by 10.
And then he totally
tanked, and we won by one.
Could be the spread.
Let's talk to the messenger that
made the same delivery last week.
- What for?
- Find out what the package looked like.
Sure, I remember.
We don't get a lot of pickups
from boats. I made that run a lot.
Was it always the same boat?
No, but it was fast jobs.
Big sport fisherman types.
I mean, that ain't my
thing... boats, you know.
- I'm strictly a motor man.
- Bikes. Huh.
- Who delivered the package?
- Different people.
What kind of people? What were they like?
- They were kind of scary.
- You were scared of them?
They just looked a
little on the shady side.
Shad Shady Italian.
Not like I got anything against Italians.
- Love the food.
- Leo: What was the package like?
Always the same. Briefcase.
What kind of briefcase?
Hard one. About this big.
Fits perfectly inside a
standard motorcycle saddlebag.
How much do you think it weighed?
No more than about five pounds.
Was it always the same guy who
collected in Sheepshead Bay?
Yeah. Another Italian. With an accent.
But a nice guy. He wasn't scary.
Five pounds of heroin would
be worth a lot of money.
Yeah, but why send it to a
neighborhood loaded with heroin addicts?
That's like asking for trouble.
- Yeah.
- [Phone Rings]
- Hi.
- Yo, where are you headed?
The precinct.
Um, could I... could I meet you up there?
Sure. What's going on, bro? You all right?
We have to lose the final.
What?
We have to lose the final,
or they're gonna kill us, man.
All we gotta do is lose,
and they'll pay us 20 grand.
- Or they kill us.
- I'm sorry.
I guess I got in over my head.
So you were playing the point
spreads in the other games?
We were winning. It
wasn't really that hard.
When I first got to New York,
wanna know what I did first?
- What did you do?
- I went straight to West 4th
to watch basketball.
That's how famous this place is.
The whole world is talking about it.
I heard about those courts on
the playgrounds in Marseilles.
You know all the legends have been there...
Barkley, Magic, Iverson, Earl Manigault.
And now you want me to
throw a championship there?
Leo, we'll make twice as
much as the purse for winning.
I came here to start over.
Isn't that why this country
is supposed to be so great?
- Hmm?
- Leo.
- Nobody cares about your mistakes.
- Leo.
- Nobody cares about your past. Shh.
- Leo.
These people stand to
make six figures on this.
[Whispers] We're in the
precinct. They will kill us.
No, my friend. They will
kill you. I'm not playing.
What about your son? You
need this to get him here.
Don't even try to bring my
son into this. You understand?
I'll figure out another way.
- [Door Swings]
- If it's not gonna be Roger,
then who did you put down as an alternate?
In a two-on-two tournament, you
always have to put down an alternate.
So who... Who?
Who'd you put down?
- [Phone Rings]
- Who?
Me?
Yeah, I put you down.
- You put... You put me...
- Yeah.
You didn't even know I could play.
Look, I couldn't very well
put Ronnie down, could I?
That's true. And I don't know
anybody else, so I put you down.
I had no idea Roger would
throw the final on me.
Okay.
I'll play.
Be serious for a second.
You really don't think that I got game.
Well, I will have you know that
I was a star on a great team.
I don't mean to disrespect you,
but this is the highest level of street
basketball there is, and you're a woman.
That's extremely disrespectful.
Look, you got two choices, okay?
You can either forfeit...
or you can take me on my word
that I am as good as I say I am.
Your choice.
- [Phone Rings]
- Okay.
Leo: So what are we looking for?
Sullivan: Something that'll
tell us where Mario's girlfriend is.
Hey, look what I found.
Receipts for the deliveries.
- Don't thank me.
- I'm not going to.
It's very organized. These
are all in chronological order.
And, okay, what else do we have?
Cash... and a note,
and I am assuming that is Italian.
- Well, don't look at me.
- What?
Mr. Rosetta Stone himself
does not speak Italian?
Wait. Let me see.
We know someone who speaks Italian.
You were short on Angie's weekly.
She's running out on Tuesday or...
[Muttering In Italian]
Wednesday. Tuesday or Wednesday.
Also, package contents...
may be known by other parties.
Please advise. Mario.
This was two weeks before
the messenger was murdered.
"Angie's weekly" must be her heroin.
Maybe the rest of the package wasn't drugs.
[Squeals] Oh, this is so freaking exciting.
- What?
- Police stuff. I feel like I'm in a TV show.
If the note is here, he never sent it.
Maybe he was scared. He knew someone
found out what was in the briefcase.
Angie would know.
- Of course she would.
- Shut up.
[Sighs]
Mario was really in love with her, so...
I mean, I can't imagine that
he wouldn't keep her close.
There's an Angie in 5D.
It's right above Mario's.
Angie.
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm Detective Sullivan.
I need you to talk to me about Mario.
Okay, I'll prepare some tea.
I kicked as soon as I heard about Mario.
All he ever wanted was for me to stop.
I had to for him.
Angie, that's the best way
that you can honor his life.
[Dishes Clattering]
I loved him so much, and
it's my fault he's dead.
Why do you say it's your fault?
He only took the job to keep me in drugs.
What job?
Being the middle man for the Capellas.
- For the drugs?
- No. For the money.
What money?
Mario told me never to tell
anyone. It was too dangerous.
Do you really want to kick, Angie?
- Yes, I do.
- The tea's ready.
Drink it while it's hot. Take it.
I think you're gonna... Wait. Oh, yeah.
Give it to me. I got it. Give it to me.
- If you really want to...
- [Moaning]
If you really want to
kick, I can check you in.
I will personally see that you are
checked in to a rehab facility tonight.
- You will? Really?
- Yeah.
A hundred thousand dollars.
Every Friday and Monday.
It was Atlantic City income from drugs...
and prostitution, protection,
anything that was illegal.
It was sent by boat, and
Mario was the middle man.
They didn't want it tied directly to them,
so they had it delivered here.
And then Mario delivered
it to the Capellas?
Yes, but he insisted they
throw in the heroin for me.
[Siren Wailing]
Esposito: Sullivan, the captain
wants to see you in his office.
Woo, this looks like an intervention.
Cat... [Clears Throat]
Cat, your father was a dirty cop.
I'm sorry.
- [Police Radio, Indistinct]
- Hey, Cat, Cat, Cat. Hey.
- Hey, Cat.
- What?
He... He was on the take
from the Capellas, okay?
We've got proof.
Okay. You know so much more than I do.
Right? Okay. Who killed him?
Does it really matter?
Everything points to Luke Capella.
And you suspected all along
that my father was dirty?
[Sighs, Grunts]
- Sullivan: All right.
- Careful. Careful.
Help me. There you go.
Oh, seriously?
How did you know what was in the briefcase?
I went on a pickup myself, and I opened it.
You got a lot of balls,
stealing from the mafia.
I also got a first class
ticket to Rio tonight.
There's $100,000 in
unmarked bills in there.
It's yours if you help me get away.
- Oh.
- Whoa.
[Laughs]
[Sighs] The captain is gonna kill me.
Come on. We're late for the game.
[Male Announcer] If the
team of Romba and Sullivan...
do not report in within
the next 60 seconds,
they will forfeit the game.
Come on. Come on.
Can I have a word, Detective?
I didn't know this was your game.
I'm good.
So, you're the man behind the betting.
So what? You gonna kill us if we win?
[Laughs]
Not if I get you first.
That's too bad. Your father
would have threw the game for me.
Your old man was the best
cop we had on the payroll.
You all right?
- Hey. You all right?
- [Whistle Blows]
[Announcer] And here we go.
This is for all the marbles,
ladies and gentlemen
♪ [Man Rapping, Indistinct]♪
- Bo passes the ball. Oh, my god...
- [Blows Whistle]
Sullivan fouls Jackson immediately.
You know you're not
supposed to do that, right?
Bo takes it outfield to
Jackson who drives the lane.
And, ooh, once again Sullivan
battles him hard. Jackson is down.
- [Crowd Murmuring]
- Let's go, Cat.
- Just relax, okay?
- What?
- Be cool.
- All right. Come on.
- Here's Jackson on top of the key.
- [Whistle Blows]
Sullivan covering him.
And once again fouls him.
- And Jackson is not happy.
- [Indistinct]
[Crowd Rooting]
Here's Jackson up for the three.
- And he drains it.
- [Ronnie Groans]
Time. Time. Time out, Red.
Come here. What's going on?
You're a fouling machine. What
happened to the all state point guard?
They say my father was a dirty cop.
Is that what he just told you?
That's what everyone has told me.
I'm sorry.
So what do you want to do about that, Cat?
Whether he was dirty or not, deep down...
I still want revenge for my father's death.
That sounds very Italian for an Irish girl.
Okay, I get it.
You're gonna go out there
and get your revenge.
But for now, can we please win this game?
Are you with me?
That's the spirit. Come on. For Nico.
Let's go, Cat. Come on. Let's go.
Oh, yes.
[Announcer] And Red is on the board.
[Crowd Rooting]
Beautiful pass by Sullivan
to Romba. And he scores.
Oh, yes.
[Grunts]
- [Cheering]
- Yeah.
Ronnie: Red. Red.
- Lean back.
- [Grunts]
[Whistle Blows]
Yeah. [Laughs]
[Whistles]
[Whistle Blows]
- [Grunts]
- Leo, go.
Ronnie: Foul.
[Grunts]
[Crowd Cheering]
♪ [Continues]♪
- [Laughs]
- [Cheering]
- Ronnie: Leo, all right. Come on.
- [Whistle Blows]
- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
- Score tied up with eight seconds remaining.
And Bo is bringing it in.
But Sullivan steals it.
She shoots from 45 feet.
- [Buzzer Sounds]
- And it goes in.
Red wins the tournament on a
last-minute jumper by Cat Sullivan.
[Crowd Cheering]
Leo! Leo! What a final.
Leo.
I can't wait to tell Nico
about it. He's coming.
New York! He's coming to New York!
[Leo Whooping]
[Cheering, Chanting]
Champion. Champion. Champion.
Champion. Champion. Champion.
Champion. Champion. Champion.
Champion. Champion. Champion. Champion.
- Where's Cat?
- Champion. Champion.
- Cat, hey!
- [Chanting Continues]
[Cheering Continues]
Woman: That was great.
You're a dead man.