Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 7 - Black Widow - full transcript

What's the deal?

Allen Kelly, 25.

Wife was at her mother's
home in Jersey last night.

She came home, found him on the
floor with one shot to the chest.

Note on the computer said, "I'm
sorry. This is the only way."

- She's pregnant, with twins.
- Oh.

What's the weapon?

.357. Serial number was filed off.

And this was found on the floor beside him.

- Wife has no idea what it is.
- Is it a hotel? A health club?

- It's chlo... chlorine.
- Chlo... Chlorine.



- Chlorine from a pool.
- Chlorine.

- A health club with a pool.
- Yeah.

Find out which one. Where's the wife?

Mrs. Kelly, I'm Detective
Sullivan. This is Leo Romba.

I'm so sorry for your loss, ma'am.

Would it be all right if we
ask you a couple questions?

- Was your husband upset about anything?
- He didn't kill himself.

He didn't own a gun. He... He hates guns.

He was happy.

The twins are coming. He was finally
making money with his business.

Everything was wonderful.

The other detective said, uh, he
found a card key beside your husband.

It isn't his.

Did he belong to a gym?



No.

No gym. No hotel. No... No nothing.

Allen was... Allen was saving
every penny for a bigger apartment.

For the twins.

I swear to you he would
never abandon me like this.

He loved me.

Promise me you'll find
the person who did this.

I, uh...

- I...
- Please.

Please?

I-I promise you we will do everything
within our power to uncover the truth.

I cannot believe you.

I promise we will do everything

within our power to uncover the truth.

You can't keep giving people false hope.

She said her husband didn't kill himself.

What wife wants to believe
that her husband killed himself?

I know exactly what Monica's
gonna say when she sees the body...

"Chance of suicide, 95%."

Chance of suicide, zero percent.

- What?
- What, what?

Shut up! Maybe you should check again.

The gun was fired no
closer than three feet.

And unless this guy has three-foot-long
arms, it wasn't a suicide.

I mean, call me
paranoid... and many have...

but I think someone is
after all the Brooklyn hunks.

- What are you talking about?
- He's the third one in three days. Look.

This, uh, first guy is Chris Wallace.

He slipped in the shower in a Brooklyn
locker room after a long late-night swim.

But the trauma to his skull isn't
consistent with falling in the shower,

unless he jumped from
the roof into the shower.

This guy is Raymond Chen.

He overdosed, but ligature
bruising around his

neck is more consistent
with a strangulation.

Then how did he overdose?

They shoved pills into his
mouth as he gasped for air.

They're all good-looking
men in their early 20s.

That's called a pattern.

For it to be a pattern,

they would have to have more in
common than just good cheekbones.

Well, they do have one
more thing in common.

They're all packing.

Oh, boy.

A gym membership to a swanky
health club in Williamsburg.

Let's look at what he had in the locker.

He's got some socks, some
industrial hair cream.

He got this thing, I'm trying
to figure out what it is.

And, uh... and check this out.

- A Rolex Submariner.
- Yeah.

It's $8,000 or $9,000, depending
on where you buy this thing,

so...

I don't know. The gym
membership, the watch.

That's a lot of secrets
to keep from a wife...

who thinks her husband was saving
every penny for their new baby.

- Maybe the others have secrets too.
- Yeah.

Well, Raymond Chen, who is a
writer, living in Greenpoint.

And Chris Wallace, student, NYU.

I don't know, other than good looks...

- And other "gifts"...
- Right.

Okay, there's no connection.

I mean, if this is a serial
killer, the M.O. is inconsistent.

There would be a signature.

Well, maybe they all share the same secret.

I had to identify Chris's body.

You guys were teammates,
as well as roommates?

Yeah.

Did he have a watch like this?

- Do you know where he got it?
- No idea.

That tux his or yours?

His.

What does an undergraduate
need a tuxedo for?

If he was a stripper, these
would be tear-away pants.

And you don't wear your costume home
from a porn set. So that just leaves...

Was Chris a prostitute?

What? No.

He made me swear not to tell.

It-It would kill his parents if
they found out he was an escort.

Male or female clients?

Older rich women. One of
them gave him the watch.

- Do you know which one?
- No.

Do you know the name of the escort service?

It-It's a Web site. Uh, out-calls only.

I don't remember the name of it.

She could be a Black Widow, like the movie.

"She mates and then she kills."

I'm talking about the 1987 version
with Debra Winger and Theresa Russell,

not the '54 version with Ginger Rogers.

Yeah. Does all this worthless movie
trivia just float around in your head?

Clearly you're not following
my movie references.

Clearly.

She gives them a watch,
and then she kills them.

Or a pissed-off husband
finds credit card charges...

and decides to kill his wife's boy toys.

That's one theory, but I like mine better.

- "She mates and then she kills."
- What?

I just don't get it,
guys selling their bodies.

I mean, there has to be a better way to
earn extra cash than debasing themselves.

Debasing themselves?

Come on. They provide a
valuable service against money.

- Come on.
- Like a gardener or a cleaning lady.

Sex for money is not the same
as getting your hedge trimmed.

"Getting your hedge trimmed."
You really want me to go there?

Yeah, well, you already did.

Hey, did you know that the
Washington Square Arch...

was modeled after the
Arc de Triomphe in Paris?

Which was modeled after the Arch of Titus.

Did you know that your extensive knowledge
of worthless facts really hurts my head?

Detective Sullivan.

I... I remembered the name of the Web site.

It's Knights of Love, with a "K."

I could totally look like
those guys if I wanted to.

Mmm. Your only hope of that
I think is reincarnation.

There's Chris.

Wait a minute. That's...
that's photoshopped.

No, that is not. Nope,
that's real. I've seen it.

So have I. Not that I looked.

But, you know, it was hard
not to. The thing was huge.

Huge.

And there's Allen Kelly.

- And Raymond Chen.
- Mm-hmm.

- All three escorts on the same site.
- Mm-hmm.

We need to find out who else
on that site got a Rolex.

The site is operated by a shell
company, no administrators.

So the escorts, they
pay to post a profile...

and then the clients pay for a password.

Is there anything else that's
linking these guys together?

Only a Rolex.

You don't buy three identical Rolex's
without leaving some sort of paper trail,

- am I right?
- So we post a profile of our own,

tailor-made to her taste in man-flesh...

and she'll come to us.

You know, all three of these guys,

they'll smiling in their profile pics.

- Just nice and natural.
- Yeah.

All the other guys they do
this Zoolander thing. You know?

Hmm?

In their bios, they quote
song lyrics. Classics.

Yeah. Raymond Chen...
"Strangers in the Night."

Oh, you gotta love your Sinatra, huh?

I say, let's do it. Put up the
fake site and see who bites.

Good.

Just like Sea Of Love.

Al Pacino, Ellen Barkin, John Goodman.

Seriously? Nobody?

Once we get a viable
suspect, then we send him

out on a date and see
if he can get a Rolex.

Yeah, what if our guy has to seal the deal?

Well, then he takes one for the team.

Except it's illegal for a cop
to engage in sex for money.

Who said anything about being a cop?

- Oh, no. No, no, no. What? No way.
- Leo, come on.

- Don't even look at me.
- Hey, you wanted to be a consultant.

- And I would call that consulting.
- Yeah.

Uh-uh. There are many things I
would do for you guys, you know it.

But I draw the line here.

Yeah, you said that it's no different
than being a cleaning lady or a gardener.

- You said that?
- He said it.

It's not trimming hedges
I have a problem with.

It's being the bait for a deranged killer.

Leo, you'll be perfectly safe, all right?

We'll have you wired.
We'll have Sullivan and

Esposito right behind you the whole way.

That's the part I'm most worried about.

Very good there, handsome.

- Oh.
- Okay, get your hands off of him.

Very nice. Very nice. All right,
we're ready for your profile.

Oh, I got a nice name.

- What's that?
- I want to be Devon. Just Devon.

Just Devon.

And I want my song to be
"Let It Be" by the Beatles.

All right, It's classic.

Well, we're gonna take
your glamour shot, so...

Okay.

Doesn't he usually take
pictures of dead bodies?

No, he's a photographer.
He takes picture of people.

Okay, the most critical ingredient
here is that famous smile of yours.

So, let's see it, right? Ready?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

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

- All right, I got this.
- It's "sexy," not "sex offender."

You're going to need these. New
York City Police Department brand.

Now, now! Get him! Get him! Get him!

Get a couple more.

It's a pretty impressive
bio, stud. Good luck.

That is perfection.

Now we just wait to
see if you get any hits.

What do you mean if?

Well, like snails,
you're an acquired taste.

- Mmm.
- First of all, they're called escargots.

Yeah, well, you can slap all the
butter and garlic you want on 'em,

but they're still snails.

I will see you tomorrow.

Hey, where are you going?

Don't you need a ride?

No, I'm gonna walk.

What was that about?

She wants to walk, man. You look good.

I'm sorry. Can we just wait?

I'm sorry. J-J-Just stop for a second?

S... Sorry. Did I... Did I misread
what was happening between us?

No, no, no, no. I'm sorry.
Let's... Please just, um...

- forget that I did that.
- Okay.

Forgotten.

- Utterly.
- Great. Great.

Okay. Uh...

Okay. Whoa. Whoa. Slow down.

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

Now I'm sorry I said that.

No. Um...

It's been so... It's been so...

I've never... I haven't been
with anybody since my husband...

ex-ex...

- ex-husband.
- Okay.

Um, I'm not really sure how this...
how this works anymore. I'm...

I'm pretty sure it still works
the same way it always worked.

That's a good point.

Is there any more wine?

Okay, look, we don't have
to do anything. It's fine.

No, I want to do you. That's
not what I meant to say.

- Oh, my God! That's... No!
- It's okay actually.

No, I want to do you. What I'm
saying is a part of me does...

and then part of me really doesn't.

You know what? I'm just gonna take my...

- Okay, I have to go.
- Okay.

- Su...
- Yep.

Yeah. All right, bye.

A dozen hits so far. Hmm?

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

It's 'cause I told you to smile.

I cross-referenced all the e-mails,

and one of the hits...
and only one of them...

has contacted all three victims, okay?

So, who's our Black Widow?

- Testing. Gigolo One to Pimp Camp.
- I like that.

Gotcha.

Yeah? Good? Don't dip
your head towards the mike.

Because that's a dead
giveaway that it's there.

And don't start digging around
asking questions when you're in there.

- Hey.
- Uh-huh?

We're gonna hear you. Don't worry.

Understood. Okay.

Get in there. Good luck, Leo.

Hey! Go get them, Devon!

- I am no piece of meat.
- Well, that's debatable.

- Understood?
- Tonight you are.

I'm in position.

Gigolo to Pimp Camp, I'm in position.

There she is.

- You see her?
- Yeah.

- She even looks like a Black Widow.
- Wow.

You must be Devon.

Yes, that's me. I'm... Devon.

Just Devon.

Get in.

She took the bait.

Okay, let's move out!

So, where we headed?

You'll see when we get there.

You like driving fast.

I love driving fast.

My driving makes most men nervous.

I'm not most men.

The vehicle is registered
to one Jeanette Vandercroix.

The house belongs to...

Walter Vandercroix.

- Walter Vandercroix?
- Uh-huh.

Bush's go-to douche for
his dirty little scandals?

This guy is worth billions.

Yeah, that's because he cashed
out as big defense contractor.

Made his billions from the wars that he
started and his government connections.

My lefty mother. Okay, around our house,

Walter Vandercroix might as well
have been Sauron, Lord of Mordor.

Other residents of the house:

Bryce Vandercroix,

C.E.O. of D.V.B. Developments
and his wife Jeanette.

It looks to me like Jeanette
has the house to herself tonight.

I take it you'll join me?

Oh, yes. Absolutely.

Wonderful.

You certainly love music.

This is a...

nice place.

You've never done this before, have you?

- What?
- She's made him.

- Forget the overtime.
- No, no. Wait, wait.

Let's give him a chance
to work this thing out.

That was the impression
I was trying to give,

and clearly I've succeeded.

I was doing the, uh,

"Oops, this is my first time," you know?

You're charming, Devon, but you're lying.

Don't lie.

It'll only make me angry,
and you don't want that.

Yes, I lied, and this is my first time.

A friend of mine mentioned
the site, and, you know,

driving a cab doesn't
pay all the bills, so...

How did you know?

Because you boys stick to a script.

In fact, you were verging on genuine.

There are rules.

You break them, things get messy.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

Would you like me to leave?

Yes.

I haven't decided.

Why don't you pour some champagne...

while I slip into
something more comfortable.

Okay, let's see what happens.

So did you always want to be a
full-time cabbie and a part-time gigolo?

No.

As a boy I dreamed of
what all boys dream...

to be Michael Jordan.

That was until I met Etienne.

He was the Corsican mob's driver.

A big deal.

Leather racing gloves.
Silver Lotus Turbo Esprit.

He was so cool.

Oh, what happened?

Nothing. The most boring foreplay
I've ever heard in my life.

Mmm.

I don't understand it.

An amazing woman like you.

You need love...

not scripted theatrics from a Web site.

What is he doing?

Oh. He's just taking one for
the team, like you asked him to.

No, I didn't ask him... I mean,
when I said that I didn't mean...

- You all right?
- Yeah. No, why wouldn't I be?

- You sure?
- Yeah. Why? Yeah?

Because one of us has to listen to make
sure he's gonna be all right and safe.

Yeah, you know what?
I'll stay. I'll listen.

I can't miss this. I have to listen too.

Oh, my God. I hate my life.

Ohh!

It's late. I should be going.

Stay for breakfast.

I'd love to, but I can't.

The cook puts on a great spread.

Only you'll have to make
yourself more presentable.

How?

Wow.

A Rolex...

Submariner.

That-That's... That's...

- H-H-He's got the watch.
- What?

She's the one. She's the one.

Green face and dial. Wow.

It's too beautiful.

It's yours.

I don't know what to say.

Say you're leaving.

Stay for breakfast.

I'll stay for breakfast.

What the hell is he doing?

Which kind of papayas do you prefer...
the delicate, perfumed Hawaiian...

or the luscious, fleshy Costa Rican?

Is both an option?

I like unbridled hunger in a man.

Uh-oh.

I hope the coffee's still hot.

No, sit.

Enjoy your tropical goodness.
It's just my husband.

Good morning, radiant one.

Just my husband? Oh, wait a minute.

Devon. Devon, this is Bryce.

Devon spent the night with me.

- I'm a little confused.
- Oh, God. Oh, God.

Wait. Wait.

- Can I get you some coffee?
- No, thanks. I'm fine.

Fine doesn't nearly do a
strapping man like you justice.

- Who's that guy?
- Who's this?

Don't flirt, Clifton.

Close your gaping mouth.
A fly might fly in.

- Who are all these people?
- This is my husband's husband.

Which, I guess, makes
him my husband-in-law.

Oh, God Oh, God. This is getting worse.

So, Devon, did Jeanette recruit
you from the usual stable?

Knights of Love?

Oh, don't worry. I was once
in a similar stable myself.

And we just recently brought him in.

Hay, oat bucket and all.

They said it couldn't work, but we
proved all the "naysayers" wrong.

This is my father-in-law, Walter.

That's the old man.

Pure evil.

Walter, this is my friend Devon.

Devon?

What the hell kind of a name is that?

What are you, African?

French.

What?

- French.
- Oh.

I don't like them.

More tennis lessons?

Yes.

He's drilling him...

on his stroke.

Oh, no, she didn't!

So, Devon, what qualifies
one to be knighted?

The ability to stab things in the dark?

He certainly looks like a man
who knows how to handle a sword.

Oh, God.

Devon is our guest.

Oh, the wife likes this one.

We got to go save this guy.

Well, don't get too cocky, Devon.

You're not the first young swain to
think he has a shot at the brass ring.

Worn and tarnished as that ring may be.

Excuse me.

Gentlemen, the first qualification
for a knight is chivalry.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm used to it.

Then why are you shaking?

It's a chilly morning.

May I?

John cares about his money...

and power and appearances and
then the last few months, Clifton.

Then why do you stay?

My charity is very important to me.

Now, you have no idea
the size of the checks...

that are written in this
garden when I have a benefit.

Uh-huh.

And Bryce is a good
companion to the ballet,

in Paris and galas in D.C...

and parties in Gstaad.

You think that's all there is to life?

No.

There's also excitement...

and pleasure.

And that's why I have my Knights.

I think that you're worth more than that.

You deserve more. You deserve better.

Listen, do women actually
fall for this kind of stuff?

Why am I asking you anyway?

My real name is Leo Romba.

Oh, my God. He just gave himself away.

- Come on.
- Just give it a minute.

- Let's hear what he says.
- That is not the way it goes!

You're not supposed to
tell me your real name.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

This is not what it looks like.

- It looks like you're spying on me.
- No, no.

- Oh, God.
- She found the wire.

My friend who got me on the Web site,

he once had a case with a crazy
person who accused him of rape.

So he lent me this just
to protect myself. I-I...

Jeanette!

Escort this man out the side
entrance. The one we use for the trash.

Let's go.

You gave her your jacket
with the wire in it.

Not to mention telling her your real name.

Not to mention sleeping with her.

- How was she by the way?
- Esposito!

Sorry, Captain.

I'm sorry, guys. I screwed
up. I wasn't thinking.

Well, you stopped thinking when
you put your... in her. Hmm?

The Rolex doesn't prove that
Jeanette killed those men.

So what happened to "She
mates and then she kills"?

- She's not a killer.
- Oh.

She runs a charity that feeds
poor children in 60 countries.

Does that sound like a killer to you?

No, not at all. Just a perfect
cover for one. That's all.

Mm-hmm.

I know she's lonely, she's
complicated, but she's not lethal.

- She's innocent. I felt it.
- I know where you felt it.

How do you know it's not her husband?

You talking about the
billionaire husband she married...

right after she get rid
of the first one, right?

Say hello to Jason Gordon. Found 20
years ago floating in Sheepshead Bay.

Do you have any evidence
saying that she killed him?

Well, timing, maybe?

- Getting rid of a poor guy for a rich one.
- Uh-huh.

- Okay, what if Bryce had a motive?
- What?

It's clearly not jealousy since the
man doesn't even like women. But...

He's making a run at Congress.

Maybe he's taking care of his
wife's scandals before anyone...

No, no. He's got his own tennis pro
scandal to worry about. Remember?

But why would she kill someone 20 years
ago and then start all over again now?

Do you know how many unsolved homicides
we have in this city every year?

And our chances of
finding her now are nil...

because you didn't clear
out when you were ordered to.

All right, I'm gonna go talk to her.

- You're not!
- No!

Eddie, I want you to take Romba
to a safe house and babysit him.

- What? Me? No, come on! Captain...
- Do as I say.

- Please.
- Don't look at me.

You got yourself into
this. Sucks, doesn't it?

Wow! She's pissed at you.

Please explain to me why Ronnie
is meeting us at the safe house?

Because he's my personal bodyguard.

Okay, I'm not even going to go there.

I get the connection with the... the,
you know, with the human monkeys...

and the monolith, you know, the evil thing.

But really, how do you explain that ending?

Dave successfully shuts down HAL
and makes his approach to Jupiter...

in the newly discovered monolith.

Yeah, but then there's
that he just grows old...

and then there's that, like,
the baby in the bubble thing.

It's just brilliance.

You can't argue with the fact that
Kubrick's defining moment is 2001.

Very crucial defining moment right now.

What is he doing in the
bathroom, by the way?

Stuff. It's Ronnie. Just use the basement.

Oh, my God!

- Do you have a match?
- Oh, God! Get away!

I'll be right back.

God!

_

- Yep?
- Hey, how's it going with Esposito?

Oh, my God! I'm trying to educate
him on cinema, but it's a lost cause.

He didn't get 2001.

Yeah, well, who does?

Eddie?

Hang on a second.

Eddie, you okay?

Esposito?

- Hey, Cat, Eddie's down.
- What?

Wait, wait, Leo, what's going on?

Eddie! Oh!

- Leo?
- Oh. Hey, buddy, wake...

What...

What's going... Leo,
answer me! What's going on!

Leo!

Esposito's down. Safe
house has been compromised.

Gleason, White, Rivera,
come with me. Let's go.

- Everybody, move now!
- Go! Go!

I got him!

Leo!

Oh. You okay?

Oh, the bitch messed up my makeup.

How the hell did he find our safe house?

Must have followed us
directly from the precinct.

What kind of Black Widow
uses a hired killer?

The ones who can afford it.

The guy was definitely ex-military.

How the hell would you know?

Because I served three tours in Iraq.

I know military training when I see it.

What were you? A dancer in a U.S.O. show?

- Easy.
- Very funny, green tie.

Being an ex-military men,
why did you choose to...

Walter Vandercroix.

He hires all the ex-military.

All right, bring him in.

You're sure you don't want a lawyer?

I don't need a lawyer.
Hate the sons-of-bitches.

- Okay.
- Kill all of 'em, I say.

Actually, Shakespeare said that,

or something to that extent, right?

You're African, aren't you?

French.

- I hate the French.
- So you said.

- Have we met?
- Yes.

Bullcrap. I would have
remembered a black Frenchman.

Now what the hell do you want?

Did you have someone in
your company eliminate

your daughter-in-law's paid escorts?

I don't appreciate being
questioned by a lesbian cop.

- I'm sorry...
- Uh, Mr. Vandercroix...

And what are you... Arab?

- Okay.
- I'm American.

Doesn't this damn police force have
any white male, non-homosexual cops?

- What about you?
- Me? I'm Irish.

Ah, this country has gone
to hell in a handbasket.

I'm the guy who sleeps with one eye open...

so you can keep both of yours shut.

I'm reason we're not all running
around in damn Mao Tse-tung pajamas.

Those men we took out?

They were operatives.

Oh, you mean like spies?

That's right.

So did you order these operatives' deaths?

You're damn right I did.

The first one was sent over by Fidel.

You mean Castro?

Cuban bastard's always been out to get us.

I didn't realize that this was
a matter of national security.

Who is your source of intel?

I spent six years in a Vietcong
prison camp being tortured.

You think I'm going to
reveal my source to you?

Yeah, this is a guy that runs a company
that we give defense contracts to.

It's amazing he even
operates his own wheelchair.

Somebody in that house clearly knows that

Walter has nothing
going on upstairs, right?

So they feed him this lunacy about spies
and they get him to order the killings.

Yeah, but who? Could be
Jeanette, Clifton, Bryce.

It could be a servant in the
house we don't even know about.

Yeah.

Walter said the first one
was sent over by Fidel.

Yeah, and he meant Castro.

The first victim was Chris Wallace.

He's not Cuban.

No.

But his roommate's Latino.

Somebody mixed up one chiseled
water polo Adonis for another.

Yeah, but it was Chris Wallace's
picture on the Web site.

His roommate suddenly recalled
the name of the site after we left.

He could have easily switched
the photos in that time.

I lied. I'm sorry. I freaked.
I didn't know what to do.

When did you realize that
you were the intended victim?

When you showed me the other guy's watch.

Up until then, I thought
it was an accident.

So why did you switch your
picture with his on the Web site?

Tell the cops I'm a prostitute?

My parents would die. Literally.

You practically shoved
us towards that Web site.

You wanted us to believe
that Chris was you. Why?

He wanted the killer to
think he got the right man.

That way they wouldn't come after him.

- Then you know why they were killed.
- No, I don't know anything.

You are looking at serious prison time.

Do you know what they do to
pretty boys in prison, Diego?

- I was at Jeanette's house.
- Okay.

And-And I went downstairs
to get a drink and...

and I heard voices.

Jeanette's husband and another
man were in the den arguing.

And the other man said he... he
was the one taking all the risk.

- So he wanted more money.
- Who was the man?

A congressman.

They finally settled on two million
for his vote on an arms deal.

So you recorded this negotiation
and used it to blackmail Bryce?

- For how much?
- 500,000.

Oh.

How'd you do it?

Sent an anonymous note and used the PayPal.

Well, obviously it wasn't anonymous enough.

Were the other escorts in on it?

It was just me.

Since Bryce didn't know who sent the note,

he killed all three of the
men who slept with his wife.

And the second we brought Walter in for

questioning, Bryce must
have known we were close.

Time to visit the Vandercroix.

Move and... well, I'll
let you think about that.

Excuse me.

Where's your husband?

- You're a cop?
- No.

That's why you lied to me? If you
want to talk to Bryce, call his lawyer.

Yes, I didn't tell you that I was
helping the police catch a murderer.

But everything else was the truth.

Your husband is a suspect
in a triple homicide.

The men that you gave the watches to,

they're all dead.

And he tried to kill me too.

Bryce?

- You think Bryce...
- Yeah.

They left a few minutes ago.

I heard Bryce call the pilot and
tell him to get the plane ready.

Where are they leaving from?

County Private airstrip.
But you'll never catch them.

Oh, I'll catch them.

Can't you go any faster?

I'm sorry, sir. If I clip one of these
hangars, we're not going anywhere.

That's their plane.

- What's the plan?
- To stop them.

- How are we going to do that?
- I'm not sure yet.

- So you don't have a plan?
- I'm working on it.

- How's that plan coming?
- Still working on it.

Well, work faster.

There's a taxi following us.

And they're coming up really fast.

Take off.

- Take off!
- We're not on the runway.

- Leo!
- $100,000 if you take off right now.

Don't tell me you're gonna
crash into the back of the

plane, because that's
not a plan, it's stupid!

Leo!

200,000!

Hmm?

Stupid plan.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I wasn't sure either, after the
train wreck you made of my life.

That was that bad?

I'm sorry.

I've been poor before.

No shame in it.

In fact, it's liberating.

Well, maybe...

this will help with the money situation.

I want you to have it back.

It seems so sad.

Desperate.

What were you trying to do?

My first husband, Jason, was an artist.

And, uh, he could never
get anywhere on time.

So, for our first anniversary, I bought
him a knock-off Rolex in Time Square.

We drank champagne, danced...

and talked all night.

We made love until the sun came up.

And in the morning, I gave him the watch.

I loved him more than anything.

But he had a lot of demons.

He killed himself, didn't he?

Yeah.

Then along came Bryce.

What are you going to do now?

Stop trying to live in the past.

Move on with my life.

Probably a good thing to do.

Good-bye, Leo.

Good-bye, Jeanette.

Oh, no.

- Don't say it.
- I wasn't going to say anything.

- Yes, you were.
- No, I wasn't.

I mean, it is a bit clich?,
falling for the suspect.

I mean, how many movies
has that been in? Come on.

- Okay, a lot.
- Yeah.

- And yet, you still did it.
- Oh! I'm never gonna live this down, am I?

Not if I have anything to say about it.

Oh!