Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 3 - Cherchez les Femmes - full transcript

Previously on Taxi Brooklyn...

I'm glad you're working with papa.

I worry about him being alone in New York.

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

Somebody in a position of prominence
and authority has to sponsor him.

- Like you, right?
- Fine. I will sponsor you.

We need to have a discussion
about my compensation.

If you arrest him, there is no chance in
hell you and I will ever get back together.

- He's here illegally.
- Leo Romba, you're under arrest

for immigration violations.

Get off me!



Detective Sullivan, you do understand...

that you're responsible for Mr.
Romba and everything he does?

Define "responsible."

He breaks the law, you break the law.

- What?
- Both of you in two weeks.

Thank you, sir. We'll be back here in
two weeks with, uh, nothing to report.

How long is this sponsorship
thing supposed to last?

Could be years.

- Years.
- Each case is different.

I have one that's been
going on now for five years.

Wh... wh... what do you mean five years?

- What part of that didn't you understand?
- Yes, which part?

The "every two weeks for five years" part.

In that case, it's actually every week.



Every two weeks is good
for me. Thank you, sir.

Don't get in any trouble, Mr.
Romba, or you will be deported.

Oh, no, sir. Me? No trouble at all.

Thank you. Thank you.

Come on, I mean is there any way
that we can speed this process along?

No.

- But I'm just thinking
- No!

- Every two weeks for five years. Just...
- [Radio, Indistinct]

The way you say it makes
it sound so horrible.

- It is horrible.
- No, it will be fun.

You know, the way you look
at me sometimes scares me.

It should.

This is your stop.

Five years.

Gotta go.

[Screams]

[Groans]

♪ New York Times Village Voice ♪

♪ Dumb advice Make the choice ♪

Hey! Hey, Mr. Wiesel!

Hello, Leo.

I was on my way to pick
you up. Come on. Jump in.

I'm almost home.

- What about your groceries and...
- Oh, not today.

- Is something wrong?
- No, no, everything's fine.

All right. Well, at least, please,

let me enjoy the pleasure of your company.

- Please.
- Well, I certainly enjoy my own company.

No reason not to spread the wealth.

Are you sure everything's okay, Mr. Wiesel?

What's not to be okay? And
with you, how's your son?

Nico is great. Thank you.

He's playing Quasimodo in
the new school play, you know.

I wish I could see him.

I'm missing everything in his life.

Being without your family is hard.

- Ow.
- You really should go see a doctor.

I do not need a doctor. I
just need you to fix my foot.

- Well, this looks very romantic.
- Please.

- Mind telling me what the hell is going on over here?
- Nothing.

- Nothing?
- She might have a broken foot.

- I do not have a broken foot.
- A broken foot?

- So I'll see you next week.
- Yeah, next week.

All right. Oh, no, the ride is on me.

Thank you for everything, Leo.

See you next week, Mr. Wiesel.

Man: Go!

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M5734

I heard a rumor that the F.B.I
is gonna be opening up a case...

on your, uh, on your father's murder.

Did your ex-hubby Greggie, he have
anything to say about this to you?

No.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

Huh. That's strange.

He sure has been spending an
awful lot of time in there.

Well, I think he has a little
crush on Detective Wong.

Listen, I should also let you know that
Luke Capella has been released from prison.

- When?
- Two days ago.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I just did.

- Special Agent James.
- Greg, it's Cat.

- Listen, um, that dinner you wanted, 7:30 tonight.
- Dinner.

- Our old place.
- Okay.

So, did you find Mr. Wiesel?

Leo, you need to sit down.

- What happened to your foot?
- You ran it over.

- Me?
- Just... sit down.

What's going on?

We found Mr. Wiesel's body a
few blocks from his apartment.

- Well...
- He was beaten to death.

No.

I'm sorry.

Whoo. He's just an old
man. Who would do that?

I'm gonna find the bastards who did this.

- You're not a cop, Leo.
- Then I'll help you find them.

- Leo.
- Come on, Cat.

You have to promise me
we'll find them together.

- I can't make a promise like that.
- Cat! Please.

Please.

I promise.

I'm gonna need you to identify his body.

Okay?

Okay.

That's Josef Wiesel.

Monica thinks the people that did this
were trying to get something out of him.

There's bruising around his arms.

Looked like he was being held tight.

He has bruising to the midsection,
the stomach and the lower back.

Looked like he was being hit repeatedly.

He was tortured?

Someone was holding
him while someone else...

Did ever talk to you about being a survivor?

You didn't know?

Look, he has these series of numbers...

that were given to Hungarian
Jews in Auschwitz in May 1944.

I didn't know that.

We're gonna need you to
come to his apartment, Leo.

Okay.

- What happened to your leg?
- He ran over it.

Oh.

Okay, I want you to look around...

and see if you see anything out of place,

anything different, anything at all.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Fresh from the cleaners,
like he was going to a party.

Josef Wiesel was no party guy

Hey, evidence. It's a crime scene.

Okay, you wanna explain
to me why a cab driver...

is gracing us with his
presence at a crime scene?

A: He's a witness to the abduction.

B: He's a valuable source as to
the character of the deceased.

C: He's the only person that's
actually been in this apartment before.

I also heard he ran over your foot.

I've seen you come in and out of
Internal Affairs a lot lately, Esposito.

Do you have a boyfriend
in there or something?

- If you had anything to do with my father's murder...
- Sullivan.

- So help me God.
- Sullivan.

- Your ass...
- Back off!

Children, all on the same side here.

All polished and ready, like
he was going to his funeral.

He knew something was going to happen.

Maybe he had a hot date or maybe you didn't
know him as well as you think you did.

Maybe he did.

I have what looks like 10 bundles
of a thousand dollars each.

And a note.

"I'm hoping this will cover
the expenses of my burial."

I knew it. I knew something was wrong.

And I just sat there and let it happen.

Any idea who the woman in the photo is?

Eva, he said she died a long time ago.

- Is she a family member?
- I don't know.

That's all he ever said about her.

- Baker: Esposito, what do you got?
- Everything's checked, sir.

- All right. Check it again.
- What are you doing here?

Anytime a Holocaust survivor gets
murdered in New York City, it's news.

I want whoever did this
in cuffs in 48 hours.

You find them, Cat, and you find them fast.

I'm gonna need a car.

Yeah, well, you can't
drive with a broken foot.

Maybe this will teach you
to slow down a little bit.

You know if I didn't know better I'd think
that you had paid him to run over my foot.

[Laughs]

He's the one who ran over your foot?

Oh, that's just great. That's
really ironic. Don't you think?

There were at least two
people involved in the murder.

The victim left out
money for his own funeral.

All right, find out why.

I got a press conference
with the mayor in 10 minutes.

Hey. Look what I found under the mattress.

"Had a wonderful dinner
with Eva yesterday."

I thought you said she
died a long time ago?

- That's what he told me.
- Maybe he had dinner with a ghost.

"Always so happy when I see Marjorie."

No idea.

"I'm starting to fall
in love with Camille."

- Never heard of her.
- "Only two days till Thursday and that means Eva."

So, Marjorie goes back about 10 years,

Eva's about two years.

It looks like he had dinner
with her every Thursday.

And Camille, she came
around about six months ago.

- Cherchez les femmes.
- Cherchez Viagra.

This guy is 90 years old.
He should get an award.

Come on. Just because a gentleman
enjoys the company of women,

- doesn't mean he's having sex with them.
- Shows what you know.

All right, look. You find the
women, you find the killers.

Maybe this is a jealousy thing. He's
making time with another man's wife.

- Making time?
- Yeah, making time.

Yeah, what century are you from?

It's an expression. It's
the polite way to put it.

No, "hooking up," that's
the polite way to say it.

Wait, wait, wait, if he's
doing three at a time,

how come the neighbors never saw
anybody come in and out of the apartment?

Maybe he's a workplace Casanova.

- [Knocking]
- Oh, Sullivan,

you know that vehicle
you were asking about?

- I got you one.
- Really?

Yes, of course. You asked, I give.

- Captain, may I?
- Yeah, would you get that, Esposito?

- Ta-da!
- There you go! Take your pick.

Anything you want. You take your
pick. It's on the city of New York.

Is there any women here named
Eva, Marjorie or Camille?

No.

- Did he ever mention those names?
- No, not to me.

Why was he still working at his age?

[Scoffs] I offered him
retirement at full salary,

but the answer was always no.

Look, the gallery took him in
when he came here after the war.

He loved this place. The
artwork gave him peace.

Did he work Thursdays?

He worked every day we were
open. He never missed a day.

Did he ever say anything about meeting
someone for dinner on Thursdays?

Josef-watching was a bit
of a sport around here.

And word was that on Thursdays, he would
always stop in a place around the corner...

and came out with a bouquet of flowers.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Can we ask you a couple of questions
about a man named Josef Wiesel?

- Mr. Wiesel.
- Yeah.

Six irises, special kind, called Hungarian.

Very rare. Expensive.

But every Thursday he had to have.

- Who were the flowers for?
- Every time I ask Mr. Wiesel,

he just wink and say, "For my fiancée."

Where did he take the flowers to?

Always turn right next
corner... Washington Court.

Do you care to explain to
me what's going on here?

We are a licensed therapeutic clinic.

We maintain strict
confidence about our clients.

Licensed? Hmm. By who? Whores "R" Us?

From the Institute for
Cognitive Realignment.

Now you're just trying to make me laugh.

The women who work here
practice a specialized therapy,

in which men act out the
fantasies that obsess them...

in order to release their traumas
that keep those obsessions alive.

Oh, so maybe you can
help me with my obsession.

I wanna catch the people
who murdered Josef Wiesel.

- Murder?
- Yes, murder.

I need to speak with
Eva, Marjorie and Camille.

No one by those names here.

Oh, well, I can get a warrant, or
I can take you in for questioning.

It's your choice.

Josef sees Nadia every Thursday.

Nadia. So now there's four women.

Are you telling me my Josef is dead?

Sullivan: Yes. Nadia.

Would you mind answering
a few questions for us?

Yeah.

How long has Josef been coming here?

Two years.

He is not like the bastards who
think only, "Where can I stick it in?"

He never touch me. He
only want to have dinner.

- Dinner?
- Here, with me.

- Why?
- There was woman he love in Budapest, Eva.

They were going to marry,
but she die in Auschwitz.

He show me old photo of Eva.

He say, "Wear dress like that."

Every Thursday, we pretend like
it is before the war, in Budapest.

We listen to old music and we talk.

Talk about what?

The pain in our hearts.

- I make it.
- It looks like the one in the photo.

- [Knocking]
- Woman: You have a client.

I have to change now.

- Where did you get these bruises?
- Oh, I slip in shower.

- Someone's hurting you.
- Woman: Your client is ready for therapy.

- Go, go, please.
- Don't be afraid, okay?

- My friend here will protect you.
- Leo.

- Woman: Now, Nadia.
- She's obviously being held against her will.

I know this scam. Trust me, Cat.

First they get you a
visa and a plane ticket,

then force you to become a
sex slave to pay off your debt.

Nobody force. Everything is law.

- Come on. Let's go.
- No, no, please go now.

- Hey, hey. Leo!
- No, no, please go.

We have to go. This is only
gonna make things worse for her.

Please, I beg you. Please go. Now!

Now, Nadia! We're going.

Are you just gonna leave her there?

Why aren't you arresting them?

She obviously doesn't want to be there.

Yes, I know, which is why
I'm turning it over to Vice.

They'll have this place
shut down in a week.

- [Cell Phone Rings]
- Sullivan.

Yeah.

Thank you.

The department ran a trace on the
cash Josef left for his funeral.

The bills had consecutive serial numbers...

heisted from an armored car four years ago.

So now Josef is an armed robber?

Hardly.

I know every name in the
crew that pulled that heist.

And their last names were all Capella.

The Corleones of South Brooklyn?

I thought they were out of business.

Yeah, well, that's the
story since Tommy died,

and his oldest son Luke went to
prison for the Dean Street job.

I need you to take me to Clark Street.

- What's on Clark Street?
- Sofia Capella...

Tommy's widow, Luke's mother.

Your plan is to go knock at the
Capellas' front door and ask,

"Hey, yo. Who beat that old man?"

Is that what you wanna do? Yeah.

Stay in the car and try not to run me over.

Hey, I said I was sorry.

[Doorbell Rings]

Oh, my... Oh, my God, Cat.

It's so good to see you.

- Hi. Anabella Capella.
- Leo Romba.

Come on. Come in. Come on.

What? I got so lonely in the car.

Grandma, you're not
gonna believe who's here.

- Why are you here?
- Grandma.

How long has it been? You look great.

This isn't a social visit, Anabella.

- Where's your Uncle Luke?
- Right here.

Hello, Caitlyn.

Some bills from the Dean
Street robbery turned up.

I was just curious if you knew
who put them in circulation.

Like I said at the trial,
I've never seen any money.

Your old man must have taken it
to his grave with him then, huh?

Cat.

Grandma: I want you to leave.

Department issue new vehicles
while I was on vacation?

- You recognize this man?
- No.

No? He was beaten to death.

- Oh, my God.
- You ever heard of a Marjorie or a Camille?

- New partner?
- No, actually I'm...

Why are you here, huh? I served my time.

Is that what a man's life
is worth to you, three years?

I was cleared of the homicide
charge by a jury of my own peers.

A jury that you bought off.

- My son...
- Your son executed a guard in cold blood!

- Cat.
- You know what, you're going down for this,

because the man that you had beaten
to death was a Holocaust survivor.

All right.

You know, your father tried to take me
down. Look what happened to him.

If I find out that you had anything
to do with my father's murder,

I will kill you myself!

Are you okay?

You need to take a deep breath.

You look like you're
about to have a stroke.

I'm Irish. This is what we look like.

When you want to kill someone?

The Dean Street robbery
was my father's case.

The guard that Luke executed...

was not the first person that
the Capellas murdered.

Double tap to the back of the head.

In Brooklyn, we call it Capella-style.

My father was after the Capellas for years,

but they always managed to kill
the witnesses or buy their way out.

My father one night, he, uh,

he shot and killed Tommy Capella.

Internal Affairs said
that it was justified.

But?

Oh, there's no but. He
got what he deserved.

But you were obviously friends
with this man's granddaughter.

- Anabella was my best friend, yeah.
- Your father must have known.

Anabella's father was the
black sheep of the family.

He was a doctor and a good one.

He died last year.

[Cell Phone Ringing]

Sullivan.

Cat, it's Anabella.

I know you're not alone, so
don't say a word or I'll hang up.

I know about Camille.

Meet me in the park where we used
to play. Fifteen minutes. Come alone.

Thanks for the information.

[Phone Beeps Off]

It's an old case. Hey, can
we, uh... can we pull over?

I think I just need to be
alone and cool down for a bit.

- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Go. Pick up passengers and make some money.

Taxi!

Anabella: Remember when
we used to come here as kids?

We worked on our Spice
Girls routine over there.

Oh, God.

And that's where we would take turns practicing
kissing on Nicky Wilson's little brother.

- Best day of Bobby Wilson's life.
- Yeah.

- What happened to Bobby? He was cute.
- I don't know.

- Did you guys?
- No. No.

- No?
- You?

- Once.
- Oh, my God. You didn't tell me?

- I thought you liked him.
- No! Ew! No.

- How was he?
- Great, for 20 seconds.

Oh, man.

Oh, I miss you, Cat.

I've never had a friend like you.

What happened to us?

Well, you went off to
college, then graduate school.

And I became a cop.

That doesn't mean we
can't still be friends.

It's a little awkward under the
circumstances, don't you think?

You said you knew something about Camille.

I overheard my Uncle Luke say, um,

"You want Camille on her deathbed?

Five million and it's done."

Who is Camille?

I don't know. I was
hoping you could tell me.

I have no idea.

Did your Uncle Luke have anything
to do with my father's murder?

I don't know, Cat.

Why are you doing this?

To save Camille's life.

There's been enough killing by my family.

I have to go.

- You gotta leave town.
- What?

I was right, the Capellas are involved.

Which means you did a very stupid thing
getting out of your car at their brownstone.

Luke probably recognized you and your taxi.

I think you're right. I
have two men on my tail.

All right, I'm in Prospect
Park. Are you close?

- I can be.
- Lead them to the road by the ravine.

- I'll be waiting there.
- Be there in a minute.

[Rap, Indistinct]

Esposito, I need you.

- Get out of the car! Come on.
- Quick! Easy! Easy! Easy!

- _
- Where is it?

- What?
- [Punches Land]

_

You want us to do the same thing
to you that we did to the old man?

- Get off me! You killed Josef Wiesel!
- [Yells, Indistinct]

- [Siren wailing]
- N.Y.P.D

- Go, go, go!
- Freeze!

Drop it!

Now tell me, Thad, what is a
guy with no criminal record,

summa cum laude of crap from Harvard...

and an M.B.A from Yale doing
mixed up with Luke Capella?

Are you familiar with the Sixth Amendment?

Hey, answer the questions, smart-ass.

Sullivan: Anabella Capella went
to Yale. Is that the connection?

Uncle Luke spotted you, thought you might
have the right stuff to be a wiseguy?

This guy's not tough
enough to be a wiseguy.

- He's a mook.
- [Chuckles]

- Are you a mook?
- Mook. I love this word.

Did you know the word "mook" was popularized
by Martin Scorsese's film Mean Streets?

No, I didn't.

- I'm a big film buff, you know?
- Oh, you are?

- Yeah, TV too.
- Oh, good.

- You?
- No. No, I don't go to the movies.

And I don't watch TV, except the ball game.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That's a shame.

[Cell Phone Rings]

Mr. Mayor.

Yeah. I'm on my way right now.

Now I know where Cat got that look from.

Who's Camille?

And why would someone be willing
to pay five million dollars...

- to put her on her deathbed?
- [Chuckles]

- What's the "it" you're so eager to find?
- Until my attorney gets here...

[Siren Wailing]

The police in Marseille
have a very effective way...

of getting bad guys to talk
before their lawyers show up.

Yeah, well, we have laws
in this country, Leo.

I swear it's a... it's a
legitimate police technique.

- [Yelling]
- I had nothing to do with killing the old man!

I just drove him to the
Starbucks on Lafayette...

and waited until I got the call to
give him the suitcase with the money.

- How much money?
- A million dollars.

- You gave an old man a million dollars?
- As soon as I got the call.

What did the call say?

"We've got Camille."

Who is Camille? A witness?

- Camille is...
- Man: Not another word!

This interview is over. Either charge
him with something or release him.

Oh, we're charging him with something,
with assaulting an N.Y.P.D consultant.

Consultant.

All right, if Mr. Wiesel
was such a sweet, old guy,

why was he getting 20% on a
five million dollar mob hit?

I have no idea.

There's no way Josef Wiesel
helped the mob kill somebody.

- How would he even know them?
- One of them went to the gallery,

made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

That's not actually the quote.

And how do we know preppy boy
wasn't lying about the money?

He tells us he handed Josef
a suitcase at 10:00 a.m.,

and then a few minutes
later, I see him, no suitcase?

- Gone?
- So he stashed it.

I mean that's why Luke's goons
beat him up. They wanted it back.

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would they pay somebody for a job and
then try to get the money back an hour later?

They're bad people.

- That's what bad people do.
- Mm.

Shows how much you know about mobsters.

- Oh.
- Look, they're businessmen.

They know the minute you start stealing money
back from the people you do business with,

people stop doing
business with you, period.

They only come for a refund
if you try to screw them.

That's it! Josef must have screwed them.

They thought they had
Camille, but they didn't.

Okay, you're gonna have to explain to me...

how someone can think they have
somebody and not really have her.

Okay, I don't know, but
Josef knew he screwed them,

and what they were going to do about it.

That's why he had his suit laid out
and left money for his own funeral.

- Then Camille is still alive.
- And we must find her before the Capellas do.

- Would you stop pacing?
- And how can you just sit there calmly?

You ran over my foot. You forgot that part?

I do. You keep reminding me.

Excuse me.

Yeah, it's Sullivan.

I need you to bring up Josef
Wiesel's diary from the evidence room.

"Marjorie was right, starting
to fall in love with Camille."

"Lunch with Marjorie and Camille."

"Camille more beautiful than ever."

"Marjorie says Camille is almost
ready." I don't know what that means.

"Nothing makes me happier than lunch with"

And "Camille was radiant when
I saw her today at lunchtime."

"Lunch with Camille
under the mulberry tree.

The blossoms on the mulberry tree
were almost as beautiful as Camille."

They met in a park for lunch.

You know how many parks
there are in New York?

Is there a tree in the gallery?

There's a tree in the north atrium.

- Mulberry?
- Yes.

Okay.

- Mulberry tree.
- Yep.

Is there a Camille in here?

Right behind you.

- Hmm?
- Right there.

Camille On Her Deathbed.

- What is it?
- It was a painting.

Claude Monet.

Five million is not a bad
price for a painting...

that's probably worth tens of millions.

Yeah, but the painting is right there.

Unless it's a fake.

[Sighs]

- Marjorie?
- Yes.

Josef loved to watch me paint.

Did you paint a copy of
Camille On Her Deathbed?

Yes. Josef said it was my masterpiece.

He even wanted to buy it, but I told him...

he could only have it if
he accepted it as a present.

Is it possible that he could have
switched your copy with the original?

You mean so he could steal it?

[Scoffs] You don't know Josef
if you could even say such a thing.

Look, I know Monet and I know me.

That masterpiece there, it's Monet.

I sign my paintings
"Marjorie," not "Monet."

So, why would the Capellas give
Josef a million dollars for a fake?

They obviously thought it was
real, and then realized it wasn't.

Yeah, but why give him the million
dollars if they weren't sure?

- Oh, shoot, I'm late.
- For what?

Dinner.

Did the F.B.I. open an
investigation on my father's murder?

[Chuckles]

Is that why you agreed
to have dinner with me?

You opened it, didn't you?

- Yes.
- Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's a federal investigation, Cat.

Why did they open it?

Well... [Clears Throat]

You opened it, didn't you?

You did that just to get
back in my good graces?

No.

I did it because I think
your Internal Affairs...

is stonewalling their investigation.

And because like you, I
think that something happened.

And I think there's some sort of cover-up.

I'm sorry.

I forgot how much fun it
is having dinner with you.

I said I'm sorry.

So, have you received
any more anonymous texts?

The last one was two and a half weeks ago.

- You trace the number?
- It's always a pre-paid cell phone.

Eddie Esposito is in and out of that I.A.
office every day. I swear he knows something.

Keep an eye on him. You should know
the only witness has disappeared.

- When?
- A few days ago.

She hasn't been to work or her apartment.

Luke Capella just got into
South Brooklyn a few days ago.

Luke Capella?

You think he had something to
do with your father's murder?

He implied as much.

You need to be careful, Caitlyn.

- Sullivan.
- It's Marjorie.

I just got a letter from
Josef. It was sent yesterday.

- Where are you?
- My apartment.

Marjorie?

- Marjorie?
- Detective Sullivan? Is that you?

- Are you okay?
- [Stammers] Yes, I think.

Oh, my God. Who did this?

Right after I called you, two men...

- What did they want?
- "The money," they said.

- I don't have any money.
- Did they take Josef's letter?

No. I hid it.

[Cell Phone Rings]

Sullivan.

Sullivan, I got a little bad news for you.

Your lead suspect Thad? He was found
stabbed to death in his jail cell at Rikers.

Looks like he was killed
for talking to you.

- I'll leave it on your desk.
- All right. Got it.

[Phone Beeps Off]

All right, there's a
plane ticket to Paris...

and a pre-paid hotel room in Giverny.

Giverny is where Monet had
his studio and his gardens.

"Dearest Marjorie, [Clears Throat]

I hope it gives you as much joy to see the
garden that inspired Monet's paintings...

as it gives me to send you
these tokens of my affection.

With love and friendship always, Josef."

He knew it was my dream to go to Giverny.

This was sent from the post
office on Seventh and Lafayette.

That's halfway between the Starbucks
where Josef got the money...

and where I picked him up.

Wait a minute. If he stopped to
send a plane ticket to Marjorie,

he probably sent the money to
someone else at the same time.

Did Josef ever mention anybody
else that he was close to?

Like family, maybe in Hungary?

No, the only person he ever
talked of was Eva, his fiancée.

But she died a long time ago.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, when he told me
what happened to her...

[Sighs] Such a sacrifice.

- Hmm?
- What sacrifice?

- You don't know?
- Know what?

The... The day that Josef
was going to marry Eva,

the Nazis shipped all the
Jews in Budapest to Auschwitz.

Somehow, Josef and Eva found a way to talk.

They planned their escape for months,

but then Eva fell and broke her leg
when they tried to flee the camp.

So, she acted as a decoy.

She told Josef if he really loved her,

he would run and live
life for both of them.

The last thing Josef saw...

when he looked back was
the guard shooting Eva.

Wow.

Eva sacrificed herself to save Josef. Yes.

And Josef sacrificed his life in
order to save his new Eva... Nadia.

He sent the money to Nadia.

[Traffic Noises]

- There she is.
- What is that car?

That's the man who jumped me!

Let's go!

All right, go. Go, go, go, go, go!

Wait.

Move and you're dead!

All those college degrees
and you guys are so stupid,

you didn't even check the
signature on the painting.

You let an old man rip you off.

But there is good news for you.

All you have to do is tell me that
Luke Capella set the whole thing up,

and the D.A will be your new best friend.

Who's Luke Capella?

Mm, you're gonna play that game.

- You are dumb.
- Luke Capella is gonna have you killed.

Just like your friend Thad.

You beat an old man to death...

a Holocaust survivor.

You're going away for life.

And the only thing that's gonna help you...

is rolling over on Luke Capella.

Take your time.

You have mail.

Oh.

"Dear Leo.

Here's a plane ticket
from Marseille to New York,

for your son Nico.

I don't know when he'll
be allowed to visit you,

so I've made it an open ticket.

Have a wonderful life.

With deep thanks for
your friendship, Josef."

- Who's Josef?
- [Sniffles]

A very dear friend.

- You said it was important.
- It is.

You're gonna wanna sit down.

What?

Luke Capella never ordered
a hit on your father.

How do you know that?

Because we have a man
undercover and I just learned...

that Anabella took over the family
business after your dad killed Tommy.

Anabella.

She's the new godfather.

[Siren Blaring In Distance]