Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 6 - Love Hurts - full transcript

Previously on Taxi Brooklyn.

I am a detective. I'm not in public relations.

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

You're the cop who arrested
the Park Slope Stalker?

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

Yeah, cheating on your
wife isn't "an incident."

It's called adultery.

A.D.A. Winters. May Winters.

You spent four years in prison.

That's why I'm claustrophobic, okay?

You're gonna see somebody
about your claustrophobia.



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Sullivan.

Cat, we got a female
body in Prospect Park.

Where in Prospect Park?

Same place.

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Leo, uh, you need to meet me on
the west side of Prospect Park.

Sorry. I'm a little booty...
um, busy right now.

Leo, please.

Are you okay?

Just meet me there as fast as you can.

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Leo Romba for Detective Sullivan.

Detective Sullivan? Yeah,
she's right over there.

What happened?

- I need you with me.
- On a crime scene?

That's a first. You usually
don't want me anywhere around...

Just stay close, please?

Okay.

Hey.

The body was found by this
homeless man about an hour ago.

Same M.O.

Pena, what do you got?

Well, multiple stab wounds.

Throat was split postmortem. It was a sharp
blade. It's six to eight inches long.

It looks like the same weapon.

Sullivan. I'm gonna need
your expertise on this.

- The body's in the exact same location.
- He's in prison!

- I mean, unless he escaped.
- No, no, no. He's still locked up yet.

- You sure about that?
- Believe me, it's the first  thing I checked.

Are we talking about the
Park Slope Stalker here?

That's Amanda Pearson.

- The Stalker's wife?
- Yeah.

What do you think, Esposito? Payback?

Can't get Pearson, so they go after the wife?

I don't know. Maybe she was making a
pilgrimage to her husband's killing ground...

and pissed someone off.

No, her wounds are from the front.

There's no defensive wounds,

which means she knew the person
or she wasn't scared of him.

I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

I told you she couldn't handle it.

I'll take care of it.

Cat.

You're the only one who knows this guy, Cat.
I need you on this.

Esposito can handle it.

Esposito caught this case. He's the
one who told me to bring you in.

- I don't know if I can do this.
- Cat, look.

I'm not asking you to put
your life on the line again.

But you know this son of a bitch, you know how
he thinks, you know what he's capable of.

Look.

I want you to breathe slowly.

All right?

I will do this on one condition.

- Name it.
- I want him with me, 24/7.

- You got it.
- What?

Look, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be
callous, but I still got a living to make.

The city will take care of your expenses.

- All of them?
- Yeah. All of them.

Really? Like, all of them?

- Yeah, like all of them.
- Cool.

This was a message.

- All murder scenes are.
- This was specific to the Stalker.

And specific to me.

- So, what's the message?
- I don't know.

I...

I don't know if I can do this.

The Stalker almost killed me.

We're being watched.

White male, mid-20s, mitten cap...

on the bridge at 1:00.

Get up nice and slow.

He's taking off!

He's on our left.

I got him.

No, he's gone off road.

I'll cut him off.

A bike can't outrun a car.

It can if you can't follow.

That's the Stalker's handwriting.

Oh, my God.

Amanda Pearson, 32, worked as a
nurse until her husband's trial,

and then she fell off our radar.

She came in and filed
domestic abuse charges...

one month before her husband was arrested.

She turns him in, ends up dead?

Pretty easy to connect the dots.

No, she didn't turn him in for the murders.

She just didn't want him beating
the hell out of her anymore.

She's stood by his side
throughout the entire trial.

- So?
- She knew that he was a wife-beater,

- just didn't think he was a killer?
- Any idea why she changed her appearance?

Her face was splashed across the front
page of every paper in the city.

People hated her because she stood by her man.

Yeah, but why would she change her appearance
and then move just 10 blocks away?

Doesn't make sense.

I would have crossed an ocean to get away.

Actually, I did cross an ocean.

Something was obviously
keeping her in Brooklyn.

Something... or someone.

I think it was a revenge killing
by one of the victim's relatives.

It was a revenge killing by her husband.

But you just said she stood by his side.

It was revenge against me.

How, Cat?

I don't know, but Pearson is behind this.

He's been in solitary confinement
since he was convicted.

Solitary makes you crazy.

Yeah, and it also gives you plenty of time

to think about how you're gonna get back
at the people who put you in there.

- That it does.
- According to the F.B.I.,   it's not him.

The F.B.I. profile is standard issue.

This is his handwriting.

He's behind this.

I'm sorry, ma'am. You just can't come in.

You bitch.

- Excuse me?
- How dare you sleep with him?

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

I am Giada Giannini.

I think you got the wrong precinct.

Caitlyn Sullivan?

Yeah.

- I have the right whore.
- What?

You heard me, whore. Stop
harassing my boyfriend.

I know you slept with him. I know everything.

- I love Italian women.
- What are you doing?

Why are you doing that?

That body. Oh, my God. She's so hot.

I smell him on you.

Okay, we got a 5150.

You know, you need to back up,

or else I'm gonna classify
those as lethal weapons.

I'm not going to be ignored.

I don't know who
the hell you are.

- Giada Giannini!
- Yeah, you said that.

Gregg!

- She say "Gregg"?
- Among other things.

I am Gregg's lover! - Okay, gentlemen.

Why don't we give these
ladies a little privacy.

Captain, it's getting very
interesting right now.

Esposito!

- Captain. Cap...
- Now!

Stay away from my man.

Your man?

You slept with my husband.
You wrecked my marriage.

How could I wreck something
that was already broken?

When it comes to making a
man happy, you are stupid.

- Take it outside, bitch.
- I'll rip your eyes out!

Okay, ladies. Stop, stop! Don't fight, don't fight.

Oh!

You! Stay away from my man.

- Get your hands out of my face.
- This is your last warning.

Ciao.

Yeah, don't trip on your way out
in those heels, bi...

What is she saying?

Get over it. What?

That's my brother's wife. That's Amanda.

You have any contact with her, Jerry?

No, I haven't seen her since the trial.
She disappeared.

She was living in Brooklyn the whole time.

- Really?
- Yeah. You didn't know that?

- No.
- Did your brother know?

My brother's in Sing Sing. But you would
know that since you put him there.

Hey. Jerry. Stop!

Sit down.

You in touch with your brother?

He's not allowed visitors.

- Was Amanda afraid of him?
- Why would she be?

He would never harm her.

I guess you don't consider
beating women harming them.

They had a fight. It happens.

It's called love. Sometimes love hurts.

Did your brother know she met someone?

I have to get back to work.

Hey, Amanda's landlord told
me she was seeing a man.

- Did you get a name?
- No, just a description.

And the man she described
looks exactly like him.

If Jerry had an affair with Amanda,

that would have made his
big brother very angry.

I can't be 100% positive,

but I'm pretty sure Jerry was the guy
in the beanie watching us in the park.

We're gonna have to pay a visit to Sing Sing.

What do you mean "we"?

We are going to talk to the Stalker.

There's no way I'm going into a prison.

I have a problem with small spaces.
I'm not going into...

Leo, please. Please.

- No...
- I need you there with me.

Since when did you become suddenly so needy?

Since the man that held me captive
for 48 hours and tried to kill me...

showed back up in my life.

Okay.

But on one condition.

You're gonna have to hold my hand.

No. You're gonna have to hold mine.

You're squeezing my hand.

You're crushing mine.

Are you okay?

You can't let him see
that you're afraid.

Okay.

It'll be fine. Just don't let him get to you.

All this time, and you finally come visit.

I've missed you, Caitlyn.

I think of you all the time.
Do you think of me often?

The time we spent together
was very special to...

Your wife is dead.

She was stabbed to death, her throat slit,

just like the other women that you killed.

You still have that little mole on
the inside of your upper thigh?

- I got your note.
- What note?

The one in your handwriting.

Who's this guy?

This is between you and me.

You were afraid to come alone, weren't you?

You needed someone
to hold your hand?

You screamed louder than most of them.

You were my favorite. It's too
bad we didn't get to finish.

Hey.

Hello, buddy.

- How's solitary?
- Put Cat back on.

It sucks, doesn't it?

How would you know?

Because I spent over two years in solitary.

The first year is easy compared to the second.

The second year you start to lose your mind.
You don't know what day it is.

You don't know what time it is.

And then you try to kill yourself...

because you can't stand it
anymore, so you beat your head...

beat your head against the wall...

until you knock yourself out.

Then you wake up back in the same place,

and it's worse than the day before.

I know.

I also know the secret
to survival in solitary.

Who are you?

When was the last time you saw Amanda?

What's the secret?

When was the last time you saw her?

Right before the verdict was read.

She cried,

said she'd love me forever.

I guess she lied, because she's
been screwing your little brother.

What are you talking about?

She had an affair with your brother.
That's why you got her killed.

My brother... wouldn't do that to me.

That seems to get you pretty
hot under the collar, right?

Jerry... He would do anything for me.

He would kill for me if I asked him to.

Kill Amanda?

Or Cat.

Is that a threat?

I'm not finished.

- Online dating sites for inmates?
- The sites have good intentions.

Pen pals for inmates.

It gives them some positive reinforcement,

some contact with the outside world.

But the cons are smarter.

They figure out how to bypass snail
mail, make contact via e-mail.

Maybe how Pearson met his outside man.

Speaking of meeting, I met Giada.

She's really nice.

And she came to visit me at the office.

- She... She came to your office?
- Your lover caused quite a scene.

- She's not my lover.
- She said she was.

And she also told me to stay away from you.

She's crazy.

How come women are crazy after you
sleep with them, but never before?

Why are you looking at me?
I didn't sleep with her.

Here we go. These
are all to Pearson.

A serial killer with fans. That's just wrong.

Wait a minute. Look at this one. Dreamgirl133.

"I believe you are innocent".

"I know you are a good man. I
will get you out of prison soon".

"The cop who arrested you will pay. I've
found someone to help us punish her."

Can you find out who she is?

Amanda Pearson.

If his wife was helping him,
why did she end up dead?

This is all part of Pearson's plan.

Hey, Cat. Can I take two minutes?

- I need to make a phone call.
- Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Cedric.

Please call me back as soon as
you get this message, okay?

It's Leo here.

What was your relationship with Amanda, Jerry?

- I don't know what you mean .
- What she means is why'd

you start screwing her?

I wasn't.

We have a witness that saw you
with Amanda more than once.

And another witness that saw you at
the murder site, wearing a beanie.

Jerry, Jerry.

Banging your brother's wife?

No, no, no, I didn't sleep
with my brother's wife.

Then why'd you call her? We got your
phone records. We know you called her.

So, why'd you call her?

Which is why you lied...

when you said that you hadn't
seen her since the trial.

Listen, I talked to her on the
phone a couple times, that's all.

Oh, no, no, no. It was more
than a couple of times.

You called her late last night, and we
found her body early in the morning.

So, she break it off with you
because you were just bad in bed?

- Is that what happened?
- No.

No.

We know you killed her.

I want a lawyer.

Let me tell you.

Yeah, I got it... the
stuff from Marseille...

I was telling you about.

Purest ever, the best quality.
Of course I've got some for you.

I know you're not a bad person, Jerry.

But your brother is.

My brother didn't want her dead.

- He wanted me to watch over her.
- And then you took it too far.

No.

She was faithful to my brother. She loved him.

She would never sleep with anybody else.

I don't believe you, Jerry.

Do you want proof of her love for my brother?
She was suing you.

Suing me for what?

Entrapment. You crossed the line.

I caught a murderer, that's what I did.

Not in her eyes.

And maybe not in the eyes of the law.

- But you do have one thing in your favor.
- What's that?

She's dead.

No more plaintiff, no more complaint.

I really wouldn't worry about it, Cat.

Whoever killed Pearson's wife might
have just saved your career.

I didn't entrap him. I just used
myself as bait to catch him.

- Courageous, but really stupid.
- Sullivan.

- Yeah.
- I have to talk to you for a second.

Um...

I overheard this guy's phone call. All right?

Now, he's a dealer.

- What?
-Yeah.

So just watch yourself. Don't trust him.

He just got a shipment from Marseille.

Thank you.

- Get up.
- What?

Come here.

- What the...
- You did it again!

I stuck my neck out for you. If you
break the law, I break the law.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the stuff
that you got from Marseille.

- That?
- Yes, that!

I know you're not supposed to
smuggle stuff through customs,

but, hey, aren't you a little
bit overreacting there?

- No, it's illegal!
- It's illegal what?

- What, were you planning on selling it?
- No! I....

Half of it is for a friend of mine who's
a chef. The other half, I got for you.

Are you out of your mind? Me? I... I am a cop.

- And I don't do drugs!
- Drugs?

Yes! You thought I was smuggling
drugs from Marseille?

- I don't know!
- What am I? The French connection?

Okay. What kind of planet are you from?
This is...

What is... What is that? What is it?

A special combination of spices
that I got from my grandma.

It's for my rouille. What? Your...

Rouille. I don't understand
any of these words.

It's a sauce that you make
to go with bouillabaisse.

I can't believe you thought
I was smuggling drugs.

And I can't believe you hit me... again.

I am sorry.

I bet you are.

Just... Sullivan.

I left
a message for you at your apartment.

Who is this?

God.

That's Jerry.

I guess that answers the question.

What's going on?

Looks like he fell from the fire escape when
he was trying to break into my apartment.

- Who is he?
- Pearson's little brother.

From up there? Whoa.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Somebody stuck a syringe in his
neck and pumped him full of poison.

Somebody was up there and gave
him a shot that killed him?

Yeah, and it's fast-acting. We're not gonna
know exactly what it was until tox gets back.

First his wife, now his brother.

You still think it's Pearson?

I don't know, but I'm gonna
go talk to him and find out.

Where's your friend?

I figured you'd rather talk to me.

I would.

So talk to me.

First your wife, now your brother.

My brother?

Jerry's dead?

Somebody shoved a needle in his neck,

pumped him full of poison and
then dumped him off my building.

I never met him. He claimed
to be a fan, an admirer.

He approached my brother during the trial,

started writing me.

So you had him kill your wife?

- I thought you loved her.
- I loved her too much.

Knowing I couldn't be with her
was too much for me to bear.

How about your little brother?
Did you have him killed too?

No, I... I loved my little brother.

You just said you loved your wife.

That's a different kind of love.

So who is this guy?

I told you, I never met him.

Yeah, but you're smart. I'm
sure you figured it out.

Oh, I did,

but I'm not gonna tell you.

I'm in here because of you.

My brother is dead because of you.

The guy you're looking for...
he killed for you this time.

Just like he killed for me.

Why would a fan kill his
hero's wife and brother?

Makes no sense.

Maybe the hero disappointed
his number-one fan.

If this were the movie "Misery", maybe.

But Amanda wanted to sue
you, so he killed her.

Jerry was causing a threat
to you, so he killed him.

This is more like Travis
Bickle in Taxi Driver.

He killed to protect you.

Come on.

What if he was never Pearson's fan at all?

What if he was yours to begin with?

Did you get any fan mail after
you brought in the Stalker?

- Yeah, I still do.
- Where are the letters?

"I wish we can meet face-to-face.

I'm sure you would recognize
true love if you saw it."

"It feels like I've known you forever.
I feel so close to you."

"I am so sorry  about your dad.
He was a great cop.

You must miss him a lot. It must be
hard not knowing who killed him."

"Love is the answer to sorrow.

I love you, Caitlyn, secretly,

deeply, desperately."

"I've sent you so many  letters and
love messages in the faint hope...

that you might possibly
develop an interest in me."

"Being close to you is
simply not enough anymore."

Being close.

"I can no longer live without you.

If you continue to ignore me
and refuse to respond to me,

I will be forced to take action."

He's getting very angry now.

- Don't flip it over.
- What?

"I will kill for you.

And if after that you still
don't respond, I will kill you,

and then I'll kill myself."

When was this last one sent?

Three days ago.

This one was sent yesterday.

"You."

Hold on.

You what?

"Who will be next?" was never
about Jerry Pearson at all.

It was about you.

You can't take me off this case.
It's my life on the line!

That's precisely why I'm
taking you off the case, Cat.

- You gotta lay low.
- You stay out of this!

Baker.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Special Agent James's
lady friend is back.

Hey, Romeo. Your girlfriend followed you in the
front door. Get out and take care of this.

She's crazy. All right?

- She's certifiably nuts.
- That's observant.

I think you might have got what
you deserved on this one, Gregg.

I have a restraining order against
her, all right? She's insane!

This is Fatal Attraction. I love it.

She's violating a restraining order.
Lock her up.

Romba, I want you to take
Sullivan to your place.

Yes, sir.

- What? I'm not going to his place.
- She should stay at my place.

- What's wrong with my place?
- I am certainly not staying at yours.

You're gonna go to his place,
whether you like it or not.

You're gonna go
in cuffs and a gag

- if I have to get...
- Come on!

Get out of my... Stop stomping.

- Get out of my office.
- Come on.

- Go!
- I don't want to!

- Go!
- Come on!

Sorry to disturb you.

You're doing kung fu now?

Kung fu is for has-beens, honey.
This is qigong.

You should try. It prevents
your uterus from reversing.

Oh. Is that why you do it?

Hey. Cat's gonna stay with us, okay?

I'm gonna put you in Nico's bed.

Great! I can finally do that makeover on her.

Okay, I'm gonna run you a nice, hot bath,

then we're gonna start with the beauty
creams, which you need desperately.

Then I could work out these wrinkles
here and the shadows under your eyes.

- I don't have wrinkles.
- Oh, honey, if you only knew.

Okay.

I'm not gonna stay here while
somebody else catches this guy.

Oh, yes, you are.

- Mother?
- Yes.

What are you doing here?

Well, right now I'm doing my hair.

- Yeah.
- John called.

Wanted to make sure you waited here.

I am not going to lose my daughter too.

Bath's going.

- Honey.
- You heard Ronnie. Your bath is going.

- Mom.
- You go take your bath right now.

Cut the tomatoes. I asked
you to cut them in dice.

- I'm cutting the tomatoes.
- What are you making?

Oh! Uh, bouillabaisse.

Which is what the spices were for.

Yeah.

- Can I help?
- Do you know how to cook?

Nope.

Well, anyway, take this and put it
in the stockpot behind me, please.

Is that real?

Oh, God! Oh, my God! Why is that there?

Please, get out of my kitchen.
Get out of my kitchen!

Oh, God. I'm out, I'm out, I'm out!

You know who I
ran into the other day?

Adam Horowitz's mother.

Now, apparently, Adam just made partner...

at one of the major law firms here,

and he makes quite a good living.

He has pimples and is cross-eyed.

He was only slightly cross-eyed.

- Is this slightly cross-eyed?
- It was not that bad.

- Oh!
- Please, guys.

This is a holy time for bouillabaisse.
We're eating bouillabaisse.

Wonderful.

Go ahead.

Oh, my God. That is so good.

It's delicious.

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That look in your eyes when
you tasted it was precious.

- Yes, it was.
- That's because I got rid of the bags

under her eyes.

You're so silly. Stop it.
She didn't have any bags.

That's it.

- What?
- Your eyes.

He's your fan, right?

So he would have been in the courtroom.

- So?
- So, you would have seen him.

This is the courtroom
where Pearson was tried?

Yes.

Where were you sitting, May?

Right here.

And you?

The killer was in the audience,

so he would've been staring at you.

Especially when you took the stand.

I was focused on my testimony...

and not the audience.

Your subconscious might
have noticed something.

I don't know... a look, a pair of eyes.

Maybe eyes you've seen since
without recognizing them.

Try to remember the faces in the crowd.

Even in the jury.

Order in the court.

Detective Sullivan, let me remind
you that you are under oath.

Please, just answer the question.

I'm not doing this. I'm not
gonna make out with you.

- You're just doing this to kiss me.
- I don't want to kiss you.

I'm just trying to do this to bait the killer.

- Uh-huh. Okay.
- You're not even my type.

Oh, please. You're French.

Your type is anyone of the opposite sex.

Look, just so you know, I have a friend
from France waiting for me, okay?

And the sooner we wrap this up,
the sooner I can get to her.

Oh, God. I don't believe you.
What is her name?

Marie. Marie. It's such a common name.

- What does she do?
- She's a flight attendant.

Of course she is.

- Do you really think that she's watching?
- I know she is.

Fine. Let's just do this and get it over with.

Just so you know, I'm a really great kisser.

Oh, God. You're so French. And I
don't mean that in a good way.

Just do it. Okay. Okay.

Oh, God. Your breath reeks.
It smells like garlic.

What? Yours too.

It's the bouillabaisse, okay?

Okay. I'm not kissing you smelling like that.

Do you have like any gum, or like a mint?
Or anything?

Okay. Just hold on.

Let me check the glove box.

This is ridiculous.

- Get up, get up!
- No, nothing.

All right. I am going to my
apartment to get mouthwash.

You're seriously gonna go to
your apartment to get mouthwash?

Yes!

- Stay in the car.
- Cat!

I oughta kill you right here
in front of her building.

I would rather you didn't.

You're right. I don't want her to
ever find the body... ever. Drive!

It's such a lovely day.
Wouldn't you like...

Drive!

- Okay, okay. Driving.
- Get out of the car, May.

- Drop your gun or I splatter his brains.
- No, no brain splattering.

- You know I'll do it, Cat.
- I love my brains, Cat.

Unload your weapon! Do it!

Drop it! Come on. Unload it.

Come here.

Open it. Get in. You're driving.

Oh, no, no! Not now!

Okay.

Oh, boy.

Oh, my God.

Cat.

Oh, my God. Cat!

Get me out of here. Hurry,
before she comes back.

Calm down. Just...

No, no! No!

No!

Caitlyn. Why don't you love me?

May. No!

No!

Chri...

- All right.
- Take your time.

You lost a lot of blood. We
gotta get you to the hospital.

I'm never gonna make it to an ambulance.

- I'm bleeding out.
- I'm-I'm... I'll drive.

What? No, no.

- Captain Baker's gonna fire you.
- Then he fires me.

Caitlyn?

Yeah? Yeah? Don't crash my cab.

Come on.

That... That must be Nico.

Okay. Please answer. I need to talk to him.

Okay. All right.

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Nico. Je...

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Leo?

Hey, come on, come on, come on!

Leo!

God!

Leo? God.

Welcome back.

- I'm alive.
- You are.

You lost a lot of blood, but we all donated.

"We"?

--

My mother, Captain Baker,

cops at the precinct, uh, Ronnie.

He rounded up a bunch of cab drivers.
I don't know who they were.

Sketchy, if you ask me,
but everybody gave blood.

Wow. So, yeah.

Now I guess that makes you
an official New Yorker.

I guess that's why I'm craving a bagel now.

I have something that I think you'd
like a little more than that.

Two bagels?

Where you going?

Marie?

Call me if you need me.

I'm not gonna need you.

--

--

Wow. You look incredible.

Thank you.

- Um...
- So, what's up?

Uh, she, uh... she won't bother you again.

Giada. She was just admitted
to the psych ward at Bellevue.

Wow. You sure know how to pick 'em.

I picked you, didn't I?

Oh, don't worry. I wasn't gonna...

I'm not throwing this in your face.

Although the thought did cross my mind.

Whatever you want to know about
the night I spent with her,

I'll tell you.

- It was just once?
- Yeah.

I wasn't there for you, was I?

It's not your fault. It's mine.

No.

But I wasn't there for you.

Would you like to have dinner with me?

Now?

Now.

Yeah.

Yeah?