Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - Precious Cargo - full transcript

Previously on Taxi Brooklyn...

Detective Sullivan, you do
understand that you're responsible...

for Mr. Romba and everything he does?

He breaks the law, you break the law.

He's the one who ran over your foot?

That's really ironic.

Luke Capella's been released from prison.

- The Corleones of South Brooklyn?
- My father was after the Capellas.

He shot and killed Tommy Capella.

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

Anabella was my best friend, yeah.



It's so good to see you.

Your father tried to take me down
and 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!

Luke Capella never ordered
a hit on your father.

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

She's the new godfather.

Five dollars for a bottle of water?

Do I look like a French tourist to you?

- Hey! Hey!
- Hey!

- Please tell me you aren't hurt.
- Somebody stop him!

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Okay.

Did he get much?



It's not the theft that hurts. It's
the disgrace to the family name.

I was raised to rescue damsels in distress,

not to be the one who
distresses the damsel.

Don't worry. I don't...
I don't distress easy.

Where are my manners? Rhys Richards.

In your debt and at your service.

Sullivan, 125th Precinct.

Uh, and don't get your hopes up.

Rather too late for that
I'm afraid. Uh, skyrocketing.

- I meant about your bag.
- Of course you did. I'm an idiot.

Well, I should tell you that our success
rate for stolen property is less than stellar.

But if you file a report, I
will see to it personally...

that it makes it to the top of
the stack before next Christmas.

You're very kind.

The address for the precinct's
on the card, as well as my number.

Good God, it actually worked.

What worked?

I set this whole thing up, so I could
get your number and... and presto.

Worth the rental on the
actor who played the mugger

It was very convincing.

Yeah, I'm very sorry about that. Are
you... You're sure you're all right?

Oh, no, this is nothing
compared to being shot.

- You've been shot?
- Twice.

You are a remarkable woman,
if you don't mind me saying so.

No, I don't mind at all actually.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

Sullivan.

On my way.

Um, sorry, but, uh, duty calls.

- Bye. Bye.
- Okay.

Oh, my God, he is so cute.

Who's cute?

None of your business. I need a ride.

- No. Tell me who's cute.
- Um...

- A puppy.
- Huh?

There's a puppy on the street.

A puppy? I love puppies. I
especially love puppy breath.

- Would you please just get here?
- On my way. Where are you?

- _
- _

Is that your anonymous texter again?

_

- No, it's my mother.
- Why are you lying to me?

No, seriously. Why?

- I don't care to lie to you. Come on.
- _

_

It's your mother?

Yes. Turn left.

Please?

Enlighten me.

We got one victim, single gunshot
wound to the chest, point-blank range.

Anybody else home with the victim?

Yeah, unfortunately.

Oh, boy.

Very Jackson Pollock, huh?

Whatever.

Don't worry kids,
everything will be all right.

Those poor kids.

Was it their mother who got shot?

- Foster.
- Foster.

So then they have no one.

Do you really need to interview these
kids now? I mean, they're devastated.

Kids forget things fast. They
already said they didn't see anything.

Well, even that is a clue.

Can you think of anybody who would
want to hurt their foster mother?

Nancy Cavanaugh. The Mother
Teresa of the neighborhood?

No, absolutely not.

The kids nobody wanted...
behavioral problems,

arrest records... her door was always open.

Three of these kids she adopted.

She was in process on the last two.

- She married?
- Yeah, husband's Kevin.

Police just informed him.

He's headed back from Philly
now. He traveled for work, so...

- Okay. I'll meet you at the precinct.
- Okay.

Father's on his way back.

Are you all right?

I just know what those
kids are going through.

They're scared. They have no one.

And they know all these people don't care.

They're just doing their jobs.

Cat.

Hey. The victim had a
kitchen knife in her hand.

- Hey.
- Hi, Monica.

- Did she put up a fight?
- Well, not really.

Gun beats knife any day.

- Murder weapon?
- It's A.38.

She was hit right through the heart
and was dead before she hit the ground.

I sent the blood splatter
to the computer though.

- There's something atypical about it.
- What's that?

- I don't know. That's why I sent it to the computer.
- Hmm.

- Get out of here.
- Yeah, see you later.

Hey, check this out.

One of the kids told
the first responders...

that a pair of candlesticks is missing.

Candlesticks.

And then what happened?

Nancy... Mom.

She was...

There was blood everywhere. She
wouldn't answer, so I called 911.

- None of you heard anything?
- We had the TV on loud.

The other kids were running
around, playing and screaming,

so Mom made us shut the door.

A gun was fired and you heard nothing?

That's what I said. You
hard of hearing or stupid?

- Can we get a cop with a good two feet?
- Tristan!

- You know, I might...
- She's trying to help.

Then she should be out there
looking for who killed our mom.

How about earlier in the day?

Did you see anybody snooping around?

Anybody get in an argument with your mom?

Where's Kevin? Can we just go home now?

Sorry, Tristan, but for the time being,

you'll all be placed
somewhere safe and supportive.

- Together?
- We'll do our best.

Which means no.

Excuse me.

I found a shadow in the blood splatter.

- Someone was behind the victim?
- Yeah, and got covered in her blood.

A second intruder. No,
judging from the height,

I think it was a kid.

So you have a witness, Cat. You just
got to figure out what kid it is.

Do you know how to deal with kids?

Because this... I'm having a
really tough time with this one.

Buy him a hot dog.

I liked hot dogs when I was
a kid, so buy him a hot dog.

Captain.

You caught me.

All right, all right,
all right. Help yourself.

Give me a dog with everything.

You finding me by accident
or you want something?

- It's never by accident.
- Yeah, don't I know.

I want to open an investigation
into Anabella Capella.

Anabella Capella?

The only good Capella in the
family besides her father?

God rest his soul.

I have, uh... I have information
that Anabella is the new godfather.

What? Wait a minute.

We talking about the same little
girl who was your best friend?

Yep. The smart one, went up to Yale?

Yeah, no, she's smart. She's
smart like her Grandfather Tommy.

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't think Anabella's
father, the doctor,

was the reason that she went to college.

I think her Grandfather Tommy was.

Why are you bugging me with this?
I'm trying to eat my dog in peace.

'Cause Tommy was smart.

He knew Anabella's father wanted
nothing to do with the family business.

And Tommy's other son, Luke?
He doesn't have the brains.

But Anabella does.

Tommy saw the changing world, and he knew
that he needed someone young and smart...

and someone related by blood.

Boy, oh, boy. You and Anabella must
have had a real falling out, huh?

I think she ordered the hit on my father.

I knew it. I knew this
is where you were going.

Your father's murder
investigation is not your case.

- John.
- Don't "John" me.

Now if you heard something, or you
know something, you give it to I.A.

Now you got information? From who?

Your anonymous texter?

I have a witness waiting for me.

But thank you for the dog.

He'll pay.

Yeah, this is Baker.
Keep an eye on Sullivan.

I got you a hot dog.

I hate hot dogs.

What kinda kid hates hot dogs?

Me.

- I don't like hot dogs either.
- Great.

We have evidence that either you or
your brother or one of your sisters...

was with your mother at
the time of her murder.

Guess what. Your evidence is wrong.

Yeah? You said you went
upstairs to get juice and cereal.

She was already dead when I got up there.

- Sure about that?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Any of the other kids go upstairs?
- Nope.

- Okay. Our evidence...
- Blows.

Because we were all in the basement.

I understand. You're afraid
that if you say anything...

that the killer's gonna either
come for you or your siblings,

but I promise you,

the police... will protect you.

Can I go now?

No, you cannot. But you can
start telling me the truth,

because lying to a police
officer is a serious offense.

I told you. None of us saw anything.

None of us.

Tristan, will you wait outside please?

Gladly.

Try another approach, Detective.

Intimidation doesn't work with
these kids. They've seen it all.

Kids, you can thank Detective Sullivan.

She asked me to get these pastries for you.

And there's plenty for
everyone. Don't be shy, Janie.

They don't look like much on the
outside, but trust me, on the inside...

Mmm.

Mmm, a surprise.

Here. Here's one for you.

Good girl. Oh, is that chocolate?

Chocolate is my favorite.

When I was your age,

I would've had chocolate with every
meal if my mom would've let me.

She didn't.

- Janie, Did you see the person who...
- There you are, my babies.

- Oh, my babies.
- Hey, Kevin!

- What are we going to do without our Nancy?
- Daddy!

You, uh... You must be Kevin?

I'm, uh... Detective Sullivan.

Thank you for watching out
for my babies. Of course.

Where's Tristan?

He was just here.

Oh, he went to the bathroom.
He said he wasn't feeling well.

Will you check to see if he's all right?

I'm just gonna interview the kids.

- Can't it wait?
- No.

I'm sorry. I'm gonna need
to speak with you as well.

Of course.

Uh, Detective Sullivan,
we have a little problem.

Excuse me.

- Oh, damn it!
- Where is he?

- Well, it appears...
- Where's Tristan?

He climbed out the window.

What kind of a cop loses a kid?

We know you're frustrated, and
we know this is difficult for you.

Now we've issued an Amber Alert.

All the major news outlets and all their
affiliates are gonna carry the story.

Tristan's photos has
been distributed to every

train, subway station, airport,
shelter, and squad car in the city.

Now he's out there, and
we're gonna find him.

Do you know of any places that he could
have gone? Does he have any family members?

His mother overdosed when he was six.
She never knew who the father was.

Grandparents? Aunts, uncles?

None that we know of. He's only 10.

Out there in the city, all alone.

What if something happens to him?

How do I tell the kids they lost their
brother the same day they lost their mother?

We are doing everything
that we can to find him.

Really? Because it sounds like you did
everything you could to get him to run away.

I'm gonna go home and get the place
ready for when the kids get back.

It might not be a good idea...

to take the children back
where their mother was killed.

- Are you a child psychologist?
- No, but I'm a father.

Don't tell me how to raise my kids.

First your detectives lose my son,

and now they're telling
me how to raise my kids.

- He's not a detective.
- Then what's he doing here?

He's a consultant.

The department uses them from time to time.

- He's a temporary assistant.
- It's temporary assist... Consultant.

You better hope nothing happens to my son,

or I am going to sue you,
this department and the city.

You find that kid. You hear me?

Finding kids is not necessarily my...

You find the kid, and you
take your consultant with you.

I don't know anything about kids.

Luckily for you, I do.

Perfect.

How many drivers will this go out to?

Um, everyone in the tri-state area.

What?

You and I need to have a serious
conversation about a makeover.

And I mean a permanent makeover.

Well, I like the way that I look.

So do lesbians at Home Depot.

What is wrong with what I am wearing?

Oh, please, it would take a whole day just
to list everything you have going wrong.

I mean, the hair.

The clothes.

- Your hair is cute. I love it.
- Thank you. Very much. Thank you.

I mean, you have somewhat
of a body, flaunt it.

You don't have much for headlights,

but maybe with a little padding and...

Just send it.

Sucked into the landing
port of the mother ship.

Uh-huh.

And you witnessed it?

- Yeah.
- Thank you, ma'am

Hey, Sullivan. Did you put out a call...

to every whack-job in the
city to, like, call my phone?

- Yeah, I called your mom too.
- Yeah, great.

125th Precinct, Esposito talking.

- Detective Sullivan's office.
- You know where the kid is?

Excuse me. Where might I
find Detective Sullivan?

Yeah, 'cause their rotation sucks,
and the kid could not do worse.

Right. Thank you, sir.
Thank you for calling.

Please, do not give me those, or I will be
the laughingstock of the entire police force.

Got it.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes.

Rhys Richards.

I wanted to give you these,
as a token of thanks...

to you and your exceptional
team of officers...

for saving me from the clutches of
a vicious attacker earlier today.

I hope I haven't embarrassed you, old man.

I'm simply honoring a
century's-old British tradition...

whereby gentlemen offer flowers to other
gentlemen in positions of authority...

as a show of gratitude
and, uh, and respect.

I'm off to the mayor's office
next as it happens. Cheers.

Detective Sullivan.

What the hell is this?

- This guy. Who is he?
- I've never seen him before.

Oh, your eyes don't say that.

Yeah, well, your eye reading must
be off because of my eye allergies.

You don't have any eye allergies.

It shows how much you know about me. I
have had eye allergies since I was a kid.

- Oh, God, they're so itchy.
- Detective Sullivan's office.

Sullivan, I got something for you.

On the murder or the missing kid?

On both.

- Why don't you take Esposito? Esposito?
- Captain.

Go out with Sullivan. I don't
know how to explain this.

- Some guy...
- You don't have to explain.

- Would you put those down and go with Sullivan, please?
- Of course, that's...

That phone is for authorized
personnel only. Now put it down.

You better have a good reason
for dragging me in here.

Like maybe some sex, sweet thing.

- That's police brutality.
- No, no, no. Police brutality...

is what's going to happen to you next
if you don't apologize to the lady.

Sorry.

Go ahead, Detective.

So, Sami, yesterday afternoon,

security guards at JFK Middle School...

saw you chase a 10-year-old boy
named Tristan onto school grounds,

- threatening to rip his head off.
- Well, hypothetical situation.

You walk into your apartment. You
find some kid who's ripping you off.

He jumps out the window and runs away.

Do you, A: Sit down and
knit him a pair of socks?

Or do you, B: Kick his ass?

A 10-year-old kid stole from
a big bad d-bag like you?

Yeah, he took my Surface tablet
and a couple hundred bucks in cash.

So after you got chased
off by school security,

did you, A: follow Tristan home,

and B: show up this morning to
shoot his mother in the chest?

I'm gonna pop some kid's mom for a
tablet and a couple hundred bucks?

What kind of person do I look like?

A douche bag.

Now I'm offended.

I expect that from him, but
not from a sweet thing like you.

My balls.

See, I am far from sweet.

So, where were you this morning?

I was enjoying a nice, full body massage...

at a little Asian place on Flatbush.

They got cameras in every room...

for the protection of the girls.

So you're gonna have some very enjoyable
viewing, if you know what I'm saying.

- You're a pig.
- Yeah, if you find my tablet, I want it back.

It was a present from my ex, Cheryl.

Even though she's a heartless bitch,

it has sentimental value.

Sorry to interrupt, but a
driver just found Tristan.

- Where?
- New Jersey.

Book him on suspicion of murder.

My pleasure.

- Where?
- I picked him up at a bus station in Paterson.

He said he wanted to go to a water
tower that looked like a flying saucer.

Yeah, I asked him where it was,

but before he could answer me,
he passed out in the backseat.

Then I saw the alert
from Ronnie on a phone.

Take him to the nearest state police
office and text my number with the address.

And my reward is?

You'll have the satisfaction of knowing...

that you helped a runaway
child find his way home.

Yeah, that's not gonna work for me.

- How's triple the fare?
- Okay.

Next stop New Jersey State
Police. I'm on my way.

Oh, I know. We can play road trip games.

Yes, maybe we could play the
"How long can we be quiet?" game.

That one is my favorite.

I don't like this game.
We could... Oh, let's sing.

- Good. What's your favorite song?
- I like to sing solo.

Really? Okay. Go ahead. Let's do this.

So low you can't hear me.

You actually made a joke.

Oh, my God. Is that the first time
ever? I'm sorry I didn't laugh.

I was just too flabbergasted.

- _
- Who is that anyway?

- _
- Is that your anonymous texter again?

No. It's my mother.

Oh.

_

Sullivan.

Okay, thank you.

Well, there goes our suspect.

Sami?

His alibi checked out. He was
doing unspeakable things...

in dimly lit rooms when
the victim was killed.

Now that image is burned into my mind.

You know what? Music.

I made this very special highway
playlist. You're gonna love it.

What do you mean he's not here?

We waited for him, but
the taxi never showed.

- Okay.
- You couldn't call me?

Put out an A.P.B for the driver.

Okay. We could do that or...

Hey. Yes.

Hey, buddy. Look, I am at
the state police substation.

And I am willing to pay
quadruple the fare...

if I can make it across town in 15 minutes.

Can you make it happen?

Beautiful. Thank you.

- I'll take it from here.
- Yes, ma'am.

Get out of the car.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm the officer you lied to on the phone.

- Where's the boy?
- I didn't lie. He jumped out.

- Jumped out where?
- He didn't jump out.

Hey. Hey-Hey, that's mine.
My-My son gave me that

Oh, yeah?

"With love and hot sex forever, Cheryl."

He's dyslexic... Charley... okay?

- Hey-Hey!
- What did you do with the boy?

Look, he heard me
talking to you guys, okay?

He begged me not to take him to the police.

So he offered me that laptop
computer if I didn't, so I did.

- So where did you take him?
- He wanted to go somewhere in the country.

You dropped a kid in the middle of nowhere?

Hey, it's not nowhere,
okay? It's New Jersey.

Same thing.

You know what? You are a
disgrace to the profession.

What I'm a consultant.

- You slapped him.
- I was consulting.

Kids are tougher than you think.

I once stole a Mercedes-Benz from
the head of the Corsican gang.

I had to hide out in the hills
for a week. I lived like an animal.

Yeah, but you weren't 10 years old.

Yes, you're right. I was eight.

What kind of
eight-year-old steals cars?

The kind that don't have any other choice.

There he is!

Tristan!

Come back!

Tristan!

Don't make me run. I hate it.

Tristan, I know you ran
because you saw something,

and you're afraid the
killer's gonna come after you.

You don't know dick.

Hey. You watch your mouth, young man.

Understand?

We can't catch the person who killed
your mother if you don't help us.

We need you to come back to Brooklyn.

No. I'm going to my Aunt Laura's house.

I remember. It was around here somewhere.

And it had a big water tower
that looked like a flying saucer,

and a giant bumblebee and a big red door.

Do you have an address?

If I had an address, do you think I'd
be out here in the middle of nowhere?

The last time I was there I was five.

Look, if we're close, maybe
we should help him find it.

Please?

Don't move.

- He has no living relatives.
- How do you know?

His foster father and
the social worker told me.

I need you to back me up here.

We've got to get him back to the city.

Oh!

My car!

- You let him steal your car.
- Damn.

You're the one who dragged
me here in the first place.

I can't believe he stole
my car, the little rascal.

Oh, no.

N.Y.P.D.

No.

We are going to die.

Oh, my God. We're so gonna die.

I can see my life flashing before my eyes.

Now you know how I feel when you drive.

I'm not feeling well.
Just slow down. Slow down.

You're such a wussy.

Damn it.

Stop! Tristan!

Flying saucer.

I'm never riding with
you. Oh, you're a big baby.

Hey! Hey, Tristan.

Tristan, where are you going?

What are you looking at?

The flying saucer.

It's just a water tower, Tristan.

You don't understand.
The house is that way.

Please.

- The bumblebee. It's a mailbox.
- Okay.

The red door.

What if she doesn't remember
me? What if she moved away?

Don't worry, Tristan. We're here with you.

Oh, my God. Tristan?

Aunt Laura.

I am Detective Sullivan,
N.Y.P.D we need to talk.

I'll get the car.

- May I come in?
- Of course.

Move and I'll blow your head off!

_

What the...

_

Now where is it? Just tell
him where it is, Tristan.

Now!

In the taxi in my backpack.

- We're not through.
- Yeah, no, I know,

'cause I'm gonna kick your ass.

That's close enough! Now where's the coke?

I don't do drugs and neither
should you. That's bad for you.

- You're just about as funny as your partner in there.
- No, I'm funnier.

Now hand me the backpack
or I shoot the kid.

Do what he says, Leo!

Give him the backpack!

All right, all right.

No, please.

- It's gonna be all right, it's gonna be okay.
- No, please, please!

- You let the boy go first.
- I'm the one with the gun!

You're not the only one.

You shot me!

I told you I was gonna kick your ass.

I need you to tell me what
happened to your mother, Tristan.

Did Sami shoot her because
you stole his cocaine?

No.

The sooner you tell me the truth,

the sooner, you, your brother...

and your sisters can get
home to your father, Kevin.

No. Don't let anybody
ever go back to that house.

Why, Tristan?

You can tell her, Tristan. Go ahead.

You know the whole perfect
foster mother thing?

Saint Nancy, the wonderful?

It's all an act.

That's why Nancy takes in
the kids nobody else wants,

'cause the social workers are
happy to get them off their books.

We always try to do
what's best for the kids.

Once you're placed in with Kevin and Nancy,

Kevin starts the training.

How to pick pockets.

How to break into houses.

How to hide drugs in your
schoolbooks and give them to dealers.

Sami works for Kevin.

I've heard enough. I'm gonna bring him in.

And if any of us kids ever complain,

or come up short in our take,

then we have to see Nancy.

What do you mean?

She beats us.

She locks us in the basement
without food or water for days.

And if you still make trouble,

she takes it out on Janie.

The littlest one.

And she makes you watch.

- Why did you steal Sami's drugs?
- I was going to sell them,

so we'd have enough money
to run away, all of us kids.

But you got caught.

Sami called Kevin and Nancy.

When I got home,

Nancy went after Janie with a knife.

She was going to cut Janie to pieces.

And tell the social
workers that she ran away.

So you shot her.

I think we need a lawyer here.

I don't need a lawyer.

She was going to cut Janie
to pieces and kill her.

So I shot her.

- And you made it look like a break-in.
- Yeah.

Where did you get the gun?

It was in the bag with the coke.

If Janie was standing behind Nancy,

why weren't her clothes covered in blood?

They were.

I hid them before I called 911, so
she wouldn't have to be involved.

The second I heard we were
going straight back to Kevin's,

I took off for my aunt's to get help.

He's lying.

I thought we were through with the
lies and stories, but I guess not.

Tristan! Hey, Tristan!

You don't have to be scared
anymore. The police believe me.

And they'll be able to put him
away if you tell them everything.

And he'll never hurt any of us
again. Tristan, enough with the lies.

You told me my Aunt Laura was dead.

That's what I was told when you came to us.

Tristan, I know what a shock
it's been to lose Nancy.

I didn't lose Nancy.

I killed her.

I killed her because
she was gonna kill Janie.

No, that's not true! You didn't kill her.

It's okay, Janie. They know I did it.

Everything's going to be okay.

You don't actually
believe his lies, do you?

He just confesses to killing
his mother in cold blood?

A woman who would have
walked through fire for him?

I would like to hear what
the other kids have to say.

- So would I.
- Well, I'm all for that

I would love to hear what I made
them do, besides their homework.

And how their mother hurt them,

besides giving them a good scrub
behind the ears now and then.

Come on, kids. Go ahead. Tell
her what a liar Tristan can be.

- Stop trying to intimidate them.
- I couldn't agree more.

We have to tell him the truth.

Do we have to put the
children through this?

Haven't they been through enough trauma?

I have to say I'm in agreement.
Come on, kids. We are going home.

Tristan is telling the
truth, Detective Sullivan!

Janie, not you too now. Come on.

See what one child's lies
will do to the others.

Lock him up.

You're under arrest for child
endangerment and child abuse.

You think anybody else wanted
these kids? We gave them a home.

Without us, they would have starved.

You ungrateful little pieces
of... Hey, listen to me.

There's only one thing
every prisoner agrees on...

and that is how much
they hate child abusers.

Your wife got off easy compared
to what you're going to get.

Brooklyn Children's Court, now in session.

Tristan has been acquitted.

He's free to go.

Yeah.

I've talked to the social workers, and
they say you can all come live with me...

- If you want to.
- You'll like it there.

I'll catch up.

We need to talk.

- Yeah. When?
- Can you meet me in an hour?

At our place. I might
be a few minutes late.

I'll wait.

Thank you, Detective Sullivan.

Oh, my. You are welcome.

Thanks.

You're welcome, buddy.

Phew.

- Take it easy.
- Bye.

What? I said I had eye allergies.

Hmm, sure.

Tristan didn't do it.

- What are you talking about?
- He didn't do it.

He was covering up for Janie.

Janie killed their foster mother.

What did Tristan do when Janie
said, "You didn't kill her"?

He put his arms around her to comfort her.

No. I think he was trying to shut her up.

No, actually, I'm certain.

I'm sure he was trying to keep
her from telling the truth.

He was protecting her.

He knew that he could handle the
court process and that she couldn't.

And this is gonna go on his record.

What are you gonna do?

I am obligated to tell the court...

and to reopen the investigation.

And that means little Janie...

No.

I am not gonna allow those kids
to go through anything else.

This is our secret, Leo.

? la vie ? la mort.

Cross my heart and hope to die, sort of.

You're a good cop, Cat.

But you're a better person.

We're gonna have to stop meeting like this.

I might start to get the
impression we're dating.

My anonymous texter is a federal agent.

How do you know? He told me.

What did he say?

That I'm in danger.

That's it. I'm putting you
under F.B.I protection. No.

No, no, no, no. Don't do that.

You do that, he stops talking to me.

This guy knows something about my father.

- Cat.
- No.

Then come stay at our
apartment. Your apartment.

I moved.

He said he was undercover.

Do you think it's the same agent they
have under with Anabella's family?

It's possible.

Could you find out?

I can try.

You really should be in protective custody.

No.

You're gonna get yourself killed, Cat.

Find out if it's your
agent who's texting me.

I want to meet him face to face.

I want to know who killed my father.

I know that look.

Cat, whatever you're thinking about doing,

don't.

Just find out.

I need a favor.