Taxi Brooklyn (2014): Season 1, Episode 8 - Deadline Brooklyn - full transcript
Walking the streets of Brooklyn, Cat and Leo discover a dead man in a dumpster, or at least they thought he was dead. The man was exposed to some sort of weaponized toxin and his rambling words are Apocalyptic. The NYPD goes into high terror alert as they rush to control the possibility of mass exposure. Leo's convinced it's a Zombie outbreak, but Caitlyn uncovers a terrorist plot.
Dear Nico, I'm sorry I missed
our Skype session today,
but I was busy saving Brooklyn.
Between the bomb, terrorists,
Zoroastrian wedding...
and a crazy French family,
I had my hands full.
Oh, yeah, and that stupid egg.
- There's his van.
- He's making the delivery.
Remy said they were getting
married on the rooftop.
Move fast. The guests will be here any
minute. Esposito, you're coming in with me.
Sullivan, you go through the front.
If he's holding an egg, don't fire.
Hey, what about me?
You stay here in case we get blown to bits.
That's not good.
It's beautiful. Thank you so much.
Police. Freeze. Stop. Right now.
- Tamina, where is the egg?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Where is the egg?
- Put it down.
No, no, no. Drop it. No.
- No, no, don't. Don't drop it.
- What are you saying, Esposito?
- I drop it, and we all die.
- That's a school across the street.
- You don't want to do this.
- What's your name? Step away from the side.
Don't do it.
N.Y.P.D. Do not drop the egg.
Oh, no.
N.Y.P.D. You're surrounded.
Cat?
Captain Baker?
Esposito? Anyone? Help me.
Maybe I better start at the
beginning, with the zombies.
It started out as just another
beautiful day in Brooklyn.
Detective Sullivan, we have
a report of a dead body.
Please respond.
- You here for the dead guy?
- Yeah. Sullivan, 125th.
- Took you long enough.
- We got here as fast as we could.
- Traffic was horrible.
- Do I look like I care?
Get rid of the body before
it starts to stink...
and the rats start eating it.
- Where is it?
- Dumpster.
You the one who called it in?
Yeah, I found him when I
was taking out the trash.
Two able-bodied sons, and
I'm still hauling trash...
down four flights in my slippers.
Yeah, they'll find out how hard
life is when I'm dead and gone.
Lazy bastards, just like
their worthless father.
- Hey!
- Yeah, I'm talking about you, Vinnie.
- You fat piece of crap.
- Shut up, Estele.
He's lazy maybe because she's so mean.
- Oh, my God.
- Ugh.
Oh, no, no, no. I don't
think you should touch it.
- What?
- He doesn't look right.
Yeah, he looks dead, Leo.
More like the undead. Oh, come on.
Seriously? What are you
doing? Don't touch him.
I need to check his pulse
to see if he's alive.
We're all gonna die.
- I don't do zombies.
- What the...
I don't do zombies. The dead are at the
top of the list of things I don't do.
Zombies don't move that fast.
They do in 28 Days Later and World War Z.
- Leo!
- This is a major mistake.
Get the hell out of the street. Hey.
Oh, my God. He's gonna eat him.
Oh, shut up. Come on. Go.
I'm telling you, Cat,
chasing zombies is a bad idea.
Do zombies drive cars?
No. Maybe it's a new breed.
There's no such thing as zombies.
Then explain the guy driving the car. Leo.
Oh, my God.
Come on.
Don't get too close.
Is he all right? Huh?
He's spitting blood. Don't touch the blood.
- Ugh.
- Oh, no.
Courier. On the back. Cup of fire.
Cup of fire? What does that mean?
- Don't let the blood touch you, okay?
- Just... All right, call 911.
What? 911? Are you crazy? We need to
call the C.D.C., the White House...
The National Guard. Leo, call 911 now!
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Grand Army Plaza. Rambo.
I don't understand.
Two birds have taken flight,
and you gotta meet swan, 6:45...
6:45? Today? What's happening at 6:45?
Hey. 6:45.
What is happening at 6:45?
We're all going to die.
He's in quarantine, in a
coma. Monica's with him now.
Oh, my God.
The doctor checked you both out?
Yes, thoroughly. We're
clean. No contaminants.
This is always how it starts.
It always starts like this.
What are you talking about?
How what starts?
The zombie apocalypse. Leo.
The zombie apoca...
I'm not even asking
what he's talking about.
Please don't.
Captain, I would officially like
to resign my consultant status.
It's too late. You're a material
witness. You're not going anywhere.
I don't do zombies.
What the hell?
The way he said "cup of
fire," it sounded like a bomb.
Cat, could have been
talking about hemorrhoids.
- Oh, no, that's ring of fire.
- Oh, that's appropriate.
Yeah, that is the worst.
- You know what works?
- No.
- A tea bag, a warm tea bag.
- Tea bag?
Yeah, 'cause the warm
tea bag alone is good...
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
Come on.
We're all gonna die. Right? Got that much.
Grand Army Plaza, 6:45.
The courier is gonna bring it
on the back of... of something.
But look, it just... There's
gonna be a bomb tonight, 6:45,
Grand Army Plaza, which is in five hours.
Yeah, but you don't have to worry. You
know why? Because Rambo is gonna be there.
- He's gonna save us.
- Is it funny to you?
We'll see how long you laugh when it
starts spreading and people eat each other.
People you know...
family, friends, coworkers.
- I'm sorry. What are you talking about?
- Don't ask him to explain.
- What is he talking about?
- It doesn't matter. Listen.
Cat, this guy sounds like he's rambling.
"Eggs have been switched." "Two birds
have taken flight." "Gotta meet swan."
You know what? He could
be talking about a zoo.
We got no terror alerts from anyone...
F.B.I., Homeland Security,
the mayor's office.
- Maybe they don't know yet.
- Maybe we're dealing with a whack job.
- Come on. This guy's probably on drugs.
- Work.
What the hell are you doing, Romba?
Looking at some personals.
Yeah, which are found on the
back of the Fort Greene Courier.
Courier.
"Eggs have been switched.
Two birds have taken flight."
Come on. That is not a coincidence.
Okay, you can go.
- Caitlyn. Hi.
- Oh, no.
- Does she know this guy?
- Hey, what are you doing here?
I thought we should talk. You
haven't returned my calls or my texts.
Yeah. Now is not a good time.
- So when will be a good time?
- I will... I'll call you.
Which means you won't.
The American brush-off.
Well, it has been an absolute pleasure
knowing you, Detective Sullivan.
No, no, no. Stop. Stop. I promise
you I'm gonna call you, okay?
It's just... Now is a really bad time.
Oh, God. Leo.
So, you must be Rhys.
- And you must be Leo.
- In the flesh.
Oh, this looks like it's
gonna get interesting.
You know what?
I'm gonna lay 50 bucks the
English guy's gonna take him down.
- Fifty bucks?
- Yeah, the English, they box.
I'll take that action.
I hear you told Cat some pretty
unsavory things about the French.
Leo, now is not the time.
- I may have told her the truth.
- Rhys.
- From a British perspective.
- What other perspective would I tell it from?
Spoken like a man who thinks British
imperialism is still alive and well.
Which, by the way, is the root of
all problems in the world today.
Two hundred French streets,
monuments and institutions commemorate
the era of Napoleon, the inventor
of totalitarian dictatorship.
- Is that really something to be proud of?
- Okay, that's enough.
And only a pompous Brit would think anyone
in France actually cares about Napoleon.
I think they're just gonna
bore each other to death.
- What the hell are they doing?
- No, it's like a European preparation thing.
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Like many English, I do speak French.
With an accent. Please
just stop it. Stop it.
Where did you find that guy?
In an alley. Why?
Because he's got necrosis
in most of his tissue.
What the hell's necrosis?
His cells are dying prematurely
at an accelerated rate.
- Zombie apocalypse.
- It will be if it is what I suspect.
- I knew it.
- Your guy in quarantine...
was exposed to some kind of
chemical or biological toxin,
and to do that damage so quickly,
that toxin had to be weaponized.
- Oh, man.
- This is bad.
I probably shouldn't
have heard that, should I?
No, you shouldn't have.
And you can either stay here
voluntarily, or we lock you up in a cell.
- Sorry.
- I shall stay here voluntarily.
I prefer not to be incarcerated.
I'm gonna need your cell phone too.
- All right.
- Let's move to an emergency protocol.
All right, listen up, everybody.
We're going to high terror alert.
This isn't a drill.
We have one individual who's been exposed
to a biological toxin
that's been weaponized.
I want everybody going. Let's go. Get your
hazmat gear. Klein, let's move. Let's go.
Come on, people. Move it.
Let's go. Go, go, go.
I need you to set up a holding
station on Dekalb. You understand me?
- Hey, get this over right away.
- Yes, sir.
No, no, no. No, no. Right now. Right now.
How many people can be affected?
It depends on the size of the delivery
method and how much toxin they have.
Well, can you give me an estimate? No.
- Can you give me anything?
- No. I can't give you a blast radius...
if I don't know how big the bomb is.
Well, I need something
to go on, Monica. Come on.
You're the detective.
I have a sister.
And her kids and the dog, they
walk to the Plaza every night.
Unless they have a major
amount of this stuff...
and the delivery system, the Grand
Army Plaza, it just doesn't make sense.
The toxin will get out in
the air. It will disperse.
They're going to look for something that's
more confined, where a lot of people are,
so it'll be effective and lethal,
and they'll get a higher body count.
Barclays Center is less than
five minutes away from there.
The Mets are playing at 7:00.
I have tickets to the game...
which I don't think I'll be
attending for obvious reasons.
The place'll be packed with people.
Maybe Grand Army Plaza
is just a staging area,
and they're meeting there at 6:45.
Could be a subway attack.
It could be anything.
Right. All right, the item
in the Fort Greene Courier
was placed anonymously yesterday...
and paid with a money order,
so there's no way to trace it.
I.D.'d the guy in quarantine.
One James Prall, ex-military.
Served in Afghanistan. He
comes home. He joins God's Army.
Religious group. About as
religious as the Ku Klux Klan.
Those guys are major douche bags.
F.B.I. and Homeland Security have
classified them as a terrorist group.
They're responsible for 12
murders and three bombings.
Word on the street is they're trying to
get a hold of a weapon of mass destruction.
- It looks like they got one.
- If this guy is a terrorist,
why was he trying to warn us?
Maybe turning into a
zombie changed his attitude.
Last known address was in Bensonhurst.
Lived with his mother, Amanda Prall.
Look, we're spread thin. You see
something, don't wait for backup.
Romba, we're requisitioning you as a driver,
since you're better than either of these two.
- What? What do you mean better?
- Captain, there's nothing with my driving.
I don't have time right now to argue about
this. I want you to take these two uniforms.
They need to peel off, you let them go.
All right. Let's go. Let's
move. We know what we're doing?
He came back from the
war a different person.
So angry at what America had become.
- He joined that church.
- God's Army?
Yes. I tried to be open.
I tried not to judge.
But the things they do
and the way they think...
It's just wrong. They're
nothing but a hate group.
Sullivan, come here.
Listen, we checked the house.
- Up and down. Clean. All right?
- All right?
- We'll meet you outside.
- Yeah.
Do you have a current address for your son?
I'll go...
How current I don't know,
since he no longer speaks to me.
But this is what I have.
Thank you very much. He
was always such a good boy.
All he ever wanted to
do was serve his country.
Yeah. Gotta go. Sorry.
All units in the vicinity.
Suspicious package under
the bridge in Dumbo.
Copy that. Roger. 115 responding.
Guys, we have to peel off. Suspicious
package under the bridge in Dumbo.
Hey, where's mine?
You're not coming in
there with us, all right?
- Why?
- It's No.
This guy is a part of God's
Army. He's ex-military.
- You know I can handle...
- You could be walking into a trap.
It could be a bomb. It could be
anything. You don't want to do this.
- I could...
- No.
You need to stay out
here if something happens.
Call the captain. Call the
'cinct. Now do me a favor.
That's my parents, all
right? You got that number.
I would really appreciate it if you would
check on my mother from time to time.
Just... if anything.
- Just be careful.
- Yeah.
You are some dead right now.
I'm about to kill you, buddy.
Let's go.
Hey, move, and we will fire. Get down.
- Get on your knees, now.
- Take those headphones off.
- Don't move. Eddie?
- Clear. He's all alone in here.
- I don... I didn't do anything.
- Is your roommate James Prall?
Yes. Is that what this is
about? Is he... Is he in trouble?
- When was the last time you saw him?
- Yesterday.
- What time?
- Morning. He left, and he never came back.
- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
I called his cell phone last
night, but he didn't answer.
Is it unusual for your
roommate to disappear like that?
I'd say that it was unusual for
anyone to disappear like that.
Can you please tell me what's going on and who's
going to fix my door. I don't have insurance.
Listen to me. Why didn't
you call the police?
- About what?
- Your disappearing roommate.
I'm his roommate, not his mother.
Don't be a smart-ass. Answer the question.
You're pointing guns in my face and you knocked
down my door, so forgive me if I'm nervous.
Did you roommate say anything
about Grand Army Plaza...
and something going down at 6:45 tonight?
No. Look. He's... He's just my
roommate. I barely know this guy.
Hey, Rambo, where you at, buddy?
- Rambo?
- He's getting out the window.
- Hey, you need a ride?
- Anywhere. Just go, man.
- You got it.
- Now! Go, go, go, go, go!
What are you doing? Stop.
What are you doing, man?
- Well, you said anywhere.
- Come on.
It's okay. Here. Final destination.
No need to thank me, okay? Ride's on me.
Where is the cup of fire,
and what is happening at 6:45?
Their people will become
like walking corpses.
Their flesh melting away. Their
eyes will shrivel in their sockets...
and their tongues will
decay in their mouths.
Listen, you're just making this
harder on yourself. You understand?
And on that day, they will be terrified,
stricken by the Lord with great panic.
Religious fanatics are spooky.
They will fight against each other...
in hand-to-hand combat.
Walking corpses. Zombies are
even mentioned in the Bible,
and so is the zombie apocalypse.
"They will fight against each
other in hand-to-hand combat."
Zachariah 14, verse 12 and 13.
Huh? How'd you know that?
Catholic school.
Guy's a zealot. He'll never talk.
Oh, we'll get him to talk.
Oh, you will? And, uh,
who the hell are you?
F.B.I. twins? Special Agent
Swan, counterintelligence.
Swan, as in "gotta meet Swan."
Yeah. The guy you found in the alley
this morning... Special Agent James Prall.
He's been working undercover
since he got back from Afghanistan.
So he's not some right-wing nut job
hell-bent on the destruction of America?
Hardly. Prall's one of the
most patriotic Americans...
I've ever had the pleasure of working with.
Somebody might want to
tell his mother that.
His estrangement from his mother
was an essential part of his cover.
Well, it kept her safe. Agent
Prall called me yesterday.
His roommate said that's
the last time he saw him.
Prall was concerned his
cover might have been blown.
Agent Swan was supposed to
meet with him this morning.
- Where?
- Grand Army Plaza.
That's our normal meeting place.
I think we can cross that off
the list of a place to put a bomb.
So what does "eggs have been switched"
and "two birds taken flight" mean?
No idea about eggs, but "two birds in
flight" refers to two of the co-conspirators.
Prall was trying to send us a message that
he couldn't account for their whereabouts.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Co-conspirators?
Are you telling me there are two other
terrorists running around out there?
- Actually three.
- Who's the third?
- No idea.
- Who's this guy?
This is Robert Cochrane.
He's the one who supplied the
toxins that poisoned Agent Prall.
- What the hell is his plot?
- We don't know.
All we do know... It's supposed
to go down at 6:45 tonight.
6:45? That's less than four hours from now.
I want you to go back to the
alley where the guy was found...
and start talking to some of
the neighbors around there.
- Excuse me...
- He's dumped in that alley,
somebody saw something.
- Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.
- The bathroom's down the hall.
Thank you, but I'm good.
While I've been sitting here
contemplating my own mortality...
- Rhys, spit it out. Spit it out.
- Yes. Sorry.
I tend to gravitate towards
"irration" when I get nervous.
- Rhys. Please.
- Yes. Sorry.
If up of fire" isn't a bomb... but a place?
Thank you, Dr. Watson. But I think the
professionals will handle this, okay?
- But you have a cab driver helping you.
- A consultant.
- Mm.
- And, as much as I hate to admit it,
he could be right.
There's a sign on the
restaurant I've been driving by.
It has a big cup with
fire coming out of it.
Is that the same one has a neon
sign that says "terrorists are us?"
No. But the restaurant is
in an Iranian neighborhood,
and you know those God's Army people hate
everyone who's not white and Christian.
- Huh.
- All right, check it out.
What about the alley and the neighbors?
We'll send Esposito to do it.
- Rice?
- Uh, no. Rhys.
- Rhys Richards.
- Very good. Esposito.
Excuse me.
Hey. Hey, how are you?
Eddie Esposito of the 125th.
Hey. Listen. You guys
live around here, right?
- Yeah.
- Mm-h.
Late last night, early this
morning, somebody dumped a body here.
Right there in that Dumpster.
Did you guys see anything strange?
- Like a van, guys, anything like that?
- Mm-mm.
- Anything odd?
- Mm-mm.
No. Mm-mm. No.
- Thanks a lot.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You take care.
- Yeah.
Paul, you little pervert. I told you I'd break
your phone if I caught you taking pictures.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
- If you post those videos of me online,
I'm gonna kill you.
Hey, Eddie Esposito of the 125th.
You back up, okay? Stop. Stop.
Okay, what's going on here?
Little pervert's taking video of
my ass. It's not the first time.
It's not my fault you've got
a great ass. Nice boobs too.
Okay, stop. No. Back. Stop it!
- Listen, kid. How old are you?
- Eleven.
- What are you, French?
- No.
All right, listen. Spielberg, look at me.
Did you take video of something
that happened there last night, huh?
Did you? You did, didn't you? Come here.
Give the that phone right
now. Give me the phone.
Hey, come here. You back up, lady.
Get over here, kid.
That's the restaurant over there.
There it is... the Cup of Fire.
Stop bringing here into this and
trying to make it all about her.
Once and for all, do you agree to the
marriage that your father arranged?
I do not. And I told you that.
N.Y.P.D. What's going on here?
Police. Who called the police?
- Are you here to arrest me?
- No.
What would make you say that?
Because you think that everybody
that looks like me is a terrorist.
- Oh.
- Because you think that
all Persians are Muslim.
All Muslims are not terrorists.
We are Zoroastrian, okay?
I have no idea. What is a
"zoo-as... " What is it? Zoo...
Perhaps you should educate
yourself before you accuse people.
I haven't accused anybody of anything.
But... do you know these men?
No.
Hmm?
I've seen them in the neighborhood.
- Any idea what they're up to?
- I have no idea.
Sorry I'm early.
- If that's okay.
- Now is really not a good time.
I just wanted you to
see the bridal bouquet,
and I still need to get the
address to the wedding site.
Can I call you later? Now is really not...
- What is this?
- Okay. Have a good day.
Thank you very much. What is this?
You planned a secret wedding?
Yes. I'm...
How could you? Your father...
Died when I was a baby, Mom.
I don't even remember him.
So you choose to marry a French
Jew instead of obeying your father?
Dan. I'm American.
I was born in America just like Tamina.
She is not American.
Yes, I am. I've never even been to Iran.
Tamina, it is the land of our parents.
The land of my birth. Yeah,
well, it's not the land of mine.
You don't get it. I just happen to have
been born to Persian Zoroastrian parents.
And Remy just happens to have
been born to French Jewish parents.
Neither of us chose that.
But we did choose each other.
And I'm marrying Remy. Please
just try and understand.
You dishonor this family.
You dishonor this family!
Hey! Right here.
I suggest you step outside
and cool off... now.
Move.
Move.
You should go out the back way. Okay
I'll see you later.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
My father arranged a marriage
for me when I was born.
I've never even met the guy,
and I'm not moving to Iran.
You're an American citizen. You
can choose whatever you want.
Yeah. Someone should tell that
to my brother and my mother.
We wish you and your husband
to be a very nice wedding.
- Thank you.
- Bye
I'm sorry, Mom.
But I love him.
Mom?
Mom.
- No, no, no. Wait. Wait.
- What?
I don't know. I just want to... Just wait.
I don't trust her brother.
Sullivan? Esposito? Malkin?
Paladino? Malkin? Anybody?
Just me here, I think.
Oh, great. Get in here.
- Me?
- Obviously you.
You're the only one in here.
If it's, uh... If it's so obvious, why
were you calling everyone else's name?
- Just get in here, will you?
- Sure.
You wanna hurry up? We
have a situation here.
Sorry. You type?
- Of course.
- That figures.
- I think you just insulted me.
- I did. Inside.
- Sure.
- Come on.
- Get in. Sit down.
- It's a nice office.
- Yeah.
- Not there, nitwit. In my seat.
- On, in the big chair?
- Yeah, the big chair.
Yeah. It's very nice and comfy..
Thank you. You can see
the whole bull prom re.
Yeah, I know. Which is
probably why you're in here.
Can we cut out the small talk? We have to
get a status report to the mayor A.S.A.P.
Right. I'm not sure I know how to write
You're not writing a "state-us" report.
Just type. writing I'll dictate. All right?
That figures. It's just you seem very
comfortable in the "dick-tatorial" role.
You're funny, Rice.
- Rhys.
- Whatever it is. I don't care. Just type.
Those guys are up to something.
- In conclusion...
- Uh, you actually want me to type that?
- What?
- "In conclusion."
Yeah. Why wouldn't I want you to
type it? I'm concluding, aren't I?
Yes, but you shouldn't say "in conclusion."
Your conclusion should speak for itself.
Your audience should know
that you're concluding
by the actual concluding statement that...
that you're making.
- In conclusion, Mr. Mayor.
- Perfect.
That's very good.
Ah, great. Now I lost my train of thought.
That's because it wasn't much of one.
- What did you just say?
- Nothing at all. No. Nothing.
- Let me ask you something, Rice.
- It's Rhys.
- Whatever.
- Sure.
What exactly are you intentions
with Detective Sullivan?
- Excuse me?
- You didn't hear me?
What are you intentions
with my goddaughter?
- Goddaughter?
- Uh-huh.
- Caitlyn never mentioned that.
- Huh.
My intentions are honorable, sir.
Well, they better be, sir.
Shouldn't we finish this status report?
That's probably him calling now, you think?
I'm watching you.
Baker.
Oh, my God. He's gonna kill
her before she can marry him.
It's an honor killing.
- Hey, shouldn't you call backup?
- There is no backup.
You dishonored our family, Tamina.
- You must pay with your life.
- No.
Hey, drop the knife.
- Drop it!
- This has nothing to do with the police.
This has everything to do
with the police. Drop it.
She has dishonored our family.
- Drop the knife.
- Drop the weapon.
Or this is gonna go between your eyes.
She will do it. Trust
me. Please drop the knife.
Drop it. Now.
Look, I know why you're doing this.
You're frustrated, you're angry.
But you don't want to do this
to your sister. You love her.
Think this through. You're gonna end
up for the rest of your life in jail.
- Shut up!
- Drop the weapon. Please.
I've been there. Trust me, it's awful.
Please. Drop it.
All right.
Reach around my back and grab my cuffs.
Yeah, you made the right decision.
Come here. Tamina, come here. Come on.
You all right? Anybody else?
Would anybody else like a
turn? You good? Everybody good?
I know what you're thinking.
What does a Zoroastrian wedding
have to do with a bomb? Everything.
What kind of religion
allows honor killings?
It's actually sexist, not religious.
It's only tolerated in
male-dominated cultures.
Religion has absolutely
nothing to do with it.
Hey, Captain, you better see this.
You guys, come here.
Look. I got some video. Two guys
dumping the body this morning.
There was no camera in the alley.
It was from a kid across the way.
- Anyone recognize these guys?
- Nope.
- No.
- Huh?
Oh, look. He's got "39."
- Can you blow that image up?
- Larry Csonka was 39, yeah.
- Miami Dolphins.
- Not the Miami Dolphins.
This belongs to Nicolas Anelka
when he was playing for the enemy.
_
P.S.G.
It looks like we need to
pay our groom-to-be a visit.
You better hurry. You only got three hours.
I can't believe it.
What are you talking about, Dad? You
tried to bribe me not to marry Tamina.
That's different. I want
Jewish grandchildren.
Is that so wrong? No offense, Tamina.
Considering the day I've
had so far, no offense taken.
So you two are going
through with the wedding?
If we don't, backward people like my
brother and my future father-in-law win.
Remy's my family now. Or
he will be in a few hours.
- Your wedding doesn't happen to be at 6:45, does it?
- No, 7:30.
Fine. You want to get married,
I will throw you a wedding.
The biggest wedding in all Brooklyn.
And you'll hold it over our
heads for the rest of our lives.
No, thanks. Okay?
I have palpitations.
I'm not sure, but I'm
probably having a heart attack.
- What? Are you okay?
- Don't worry about me.
Stop with the Jewish guilt,
Dad. What are you doing?
- Oh, that's not real?
- No, it's not true.
- That's messed up.
- At all, actually.
What guilt?
And we would both like
it if you would be there.
- Of course I will be there.
- Thank you.
Miss my only son's wedding?
One of the men we're looking for
has a shirt with a French soccer...
- Football.
- Logo on it.
Yeah, number 39, Nicolas Anelka, P.S.G.
- I'm a Marseille fan.
- There you go.
And on that note, we have ing
get ready for, so see you later.
Do you happen to know anyone
liking Nicolas Anelka around here?
I have a couple of cousin who love P.S.G.
- Schmucks.
- Where can we find them?
Right there. I think
their match just ended.
Oh, great. Thank you.
Thank you.
- _
- Bonjour.
Commissioner's breathing down
my neck. He wants answers.
All right. What's going on?
The two cousins are apparently upset that
it wasn't going to be a Jewish wedding...
and upset that they weren't invited.
So they weaponized a
biological/chemical toxin.
They haven't said anything about that.
Will you clean this up, please? Me?
Yeah. Go.
Quiet. Quiet. Excuse me.
Sorry. But, please, no more.
No more yelling in
French. English only, okay?
Sorry. It's okay.
- What's going on, Remy?
- My father's idiot cousins...
didn't want my marrying
someone who wasn't Jewish.
Not that I'm a big
believer in any religion.
Don't look at me. I'm
a recovering Catholic.
And I have a problem with all religions.
If one is right, that means
the other ones are wrong.
You try to raise a child
right, and this is what happens.
- I blame America.
- Yeah, you and everybody else.
Hey, idiot cousins, where's the bomb?
- Bomb?
- Bomb.
What bomb? What did you do?
Nothing. You can't exactly buy
toxin on a street corner, can you?
- Although we tried.
- _
Okay, but it wouldn't have killed the girl.
Just made her face ugly, like
Viktor Yushchenko, the former...
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
- Hey, hey, let's go.
- They're crazy boys.
- I know, but it's better if you go.
- Take him out of here.
- No, no. It's better this way.
- Why were you trying to
poison Remy's fiancée?
You think I wouldn't marry
Tamina if she were ugly?
It wouldn't matter what
she looked like. I love her.
Hey, Marcel and Marceau,
where the hell is the bomb?
We don't know. We didn't
have anything to do with it.
We thought the guy was joking. When
Robert told us he planned on making a bomb,
we took off.
"Two birds have taken flight
That's it. Those two idiots.
So if you took off, then how did
you dump the body in the Dumpster?
We realized things might have
gotten a little out of hand.
Oh, yeah. You think?
Well, so we came by to try and stop
Robert, but he was already gone...
and we find his roommate poisoned.
Exactement.
Robert had told us he thought
his roommate was a cop.
We were taking him to the
hospital, and then he died.
- So we dumped him in a Dumpster.
- He wasn't dead.
- He looked dead.
- He looked dead.
- Definitely dead. He looked so dead.
- He was dead.
I have another question.
Are you two morons?
- We never meant to hurt anyone.
- Oh, except Tamina.
Wait. We didn't think anyone
would actually sell us toxins.
It all happened so fast,
and then... it was too late.
So what do you know about an egg?
- Nothing.
- Egg? What kind of egg?
All we know is that the
eggs have been switched.
At the end of a Zoroastrian
wedding ceremony,
the bride takes the ceremonial egg...
and smashes it on the floor.
Were you planning on doing that?
Yeah. We were incorporating
things from both our cultures.
The florist is bringing the
decorative egg to the rooftop at 6:45.
- The toxin's in the egg.
- The egg is the bomb.
Yeah, and the florist
is the third terrorist.
6:45. Doesn't give us a
lot of time. Leo, let's go.
Oh, my God. Tamina's waiting for him.
- Where?
- The rooftop of a friend's building.
It's where we're getting married.
I can't believe those idiots
got hooked up with terrorists.
Only in New York.
Captain, are you sure this is a good idea?
What the hell is your idea? Go in
there blasting? It'll detonate the bomb.
Those D bags are all
about making headlines.
Yeah, well, we're not
gonna give it to them.
So much ignorance and intolerance
for just one day. So many people.
- You should talk, Romba.
- What are you talking about?
- You're a racist.
- Me? I'm not.
What? Okay, really? What about
all that anti-British stuff
you were spitting at Rhys?
Oh, he's British. That's different.
- Oh, wow. Oh, come on.
- You gotta be kidding me.
You guys are all the same.
All right. Okay. You got
me there. Guilty as charged.
I gotta tell you something else, man.
Man to man. It's called a
fight for a reason, okay?
Get into a fight, you throw a
punch. That's what a fight is.
Yeah, I agree. Less talk, more punching.
I had money on this thing.
Spoken like true Americans.
Hit first and ask questions later,
as opposed to a verbal
disagreement where no blood is shed.
Well, I think he's got us there,
huh? We learned our lesson on that.
- How?
- Some people need to be punched.
More than once.
- Well, there's his van.
- All right. He's making the delivery.
Remy said they were getting
married on the rooftop.
We have to move fast. The
guests will be here any minute.
All right, Esposito,
you're coming in with me.
Sullivan, you go through the front.
If he's holding an egg, don't fire.
So, like I said, it was a pretty crazy day.
Do not move, or we will fire on you!
Ohh!
I owe you one on the tea bag thing.
- Oh, you tried it?
- I did. It's great.
You should try it every night
for a week. It's soothing.
- A week?
- Yeah, and then it just all goes...
You're saying it's scientifically possible
for there to be a zombie apocalypse?
- Absolutely.
- Uh-huh.
Any number of ways.
There's brain paralysis.
There's neurotoxins. A virus. Nanbots.
Nanbots. I knew it. Cat?
Cat? Even the doctor...
Watch this thing. No, that
can hurt. That's hurt people.
That's okay.
Sorry I missed our Skype session.
I had so many fares today.
Talk tomorrow. I really miss
you, Nico. Love you. Dad.
our Skype session today,
but I was busy saving Brooklyn.
Between the bomb, terrorists,
Zoroastrian wedding...
and a crazy French family,
I had my hands full.
Oh, yeah, and that stupid egg.
- There's his van.
- He's making the delivery.
Remy said they were getting
married on the rooftop.
Move fast. The guests will be here any
minute. Esposito, you're coming in with me.
Sullivan, you go through the front.
If he's holding an egg, don't fire.
Hey, what about me?
You stay here in case we get blown to bits.
That's not good.
It's beautiful. Thank you so much.
Police. Freeze. Stop. Right now.
- Tamina, where is the egg?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Where is the egg?
- Put it down.
No, no, no. Drop it. No.
- No, no, don't. Don't drop it.
- What are you saying, Esposito?
- I drop it, and we all die.
- That's a school across the street.
- You don't want to do this.
- What's your name? Step away from the side.
Don't do it.
N.Y.P.D. Do not drop the egg.
Oh, no.
N.Y.P.D. You're surrounded.
Cat?
Captain Baker?
Esposito? Anyone? Help me.
Maybe I better start at the
beginning, with the zombies.
It started out as just another
beautiful day in Brooklyn.
Detective Sullivan, we have
a report of a dead body.
Please respond.
- You here for the dead guy?
- Yeah. Sullivan, 125th.
- Took you long enough.
- We got here as fast as we could.
- Traffic was horrible.
- Do I look like I care?
Get rid of the body before
it starts to stink...
and the rats start eating it.
- Where is it?
- Dumpster.
You the one who called it in?
Yeah, I found him when I
was taking out the trash.
Two able-bodied sons, and
I'm still hauling trash...
down four flights in my slippers.
Yeah, they'll find out how hard
life is when I'm dead and gone.
Lazy bastards, just like
their worthless father.
- Hey!
- Yeah, I'm talking about you, Vinnie.
- You fat piece of crap.
- Shut up, Estele.
He's lazy maybe because she's so mean.
- Oh, my God.
- Ugh.
Oh, no, no, no. I don't
think you should touch it.
- What?
- He doesn't look right.
Yeah, he looks dead, Leo.
More like the undead. Oh, come on.
Seriously? What are you
doing? Don't touch him.
I need to check his pulse
to see if he's alive.
We're all gonna die.
- I don't do zombies.
- What the...
I don't do zombies. The dead are at the
top of the list of things I don't do.
Zombies don't move that fast.
They do in 28 Days Later and World War Z.
- Leo!
- This is a major mistake.
Get the hell out of the street. Hey.
Oh, my God. He's gonna eat him.
Oh, shut up. Come on. Go.
I'm telling you, Cat,
chasing zombies is a bad idea.
Do zombies drive cars?
No. Maybe it's a new breed.
There's no such thing as zombies.
Then explain the guy driving the car. Leo.
Oh, my God.
Come on.
Don't get too close.
Is he all right? Huh?
He's spitting blood. Don't touch the blood.
- Ugh.
- Oh, no.
Courier. On the back. Cup of fire.
Cup of fire? What does that mean?
- Don't let the blood touch you, okay?
- Just... All right, call 911.
What? 911? Are you crazy? We need to
call the C.D.C., the White House...
The National Guard. Leo, call 911 now!
_
Grand Army Plaza. Rambo.
I don't understand.
Two birds have taken flight,
and you gotta meet swan, 6:45...
6:45? Today? What's happening at 6:45?
Hey. 6:45.
What is happening at 6:45?
We're all going to die.
He's in quarantine, in a
coma. Monica's with him now.
Oh, my God.
The doctor checked you both out?
Yes, thoroughly. We're
clean. No contaminants.
This is always how it starts.
It always starts like this.
What are you talking about?
How what starts?
The zombie apocalypse. Leo.
The zombie apoca...
I'm not even asking
what he's talking about.
Please don't.
Captain, I would officially like
to resign my consultant status.
It's too late. You're a material
witness. You're not going anywhere.
I don't do zombies.
What the hell?
The way he said "cup of
fire," it sounded like a bomb.
Cat, could have been
talking about hemorrhoids.
- Oh, no, that's ring of fire.
- Oh, that's appropriate.
Yeah, that is the worst.
- You know what works?
- No.
- A tea bag, a warm tea bag.
- Tea bag?
Yeah, 'cause the warm
tea bag alone is good...
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
Come on.
We're all gonna die. Right? Got that much.
Grand Army Plaza, 6:45.
The courier is gonna bring it
on the back of... of something.
But look, it just... There's
gonna be a bomb tonight, 6:45,
Grand Army Plaza, which is in five hours.
Yeah, but you don't have to worry. You
know why? Because Rambo is gonna be there.
- He's gonna save us.
- Is it funny to you?
We'll see how long you laugh when it
starts spreading and people eat each other.
People you know...
family, friends, coworkers.
- I'm sorry. What are you talking about?
- Don't ask him to explain.
- What is he talking about?
- It doesn't matter. Listen.
Cat, this guy sounds like he's rambling.
"Eggs have been switched." "Two birds
have taken flight." "Gotta meet swan."
You know what? He could
be talking about a zoo.
We got no terror alerts from anyone...
F.B.I., Homeland Security,
the mayor's office.
- Maybe they don't know yet.
- Maybe we're dealing with a whack job.
- Come on. This guy's probably on drugs.
- Work.
What the hell are you doing, Romba?
Looking at some personals.
Yeah, which are found on the
back of the Fort Greene Courier.
Courier.
"Eggs have been switched.
Two birds have taken flight."
Come on. That is not a coincidence.
Okay, you can go.
- Caitlyn. Hi.
- Oh, no.
- Does she know this guy?
- Hey, what are you doing here?
I thought we should talk. You
haven't returned my calls or my texts.
Yeah. Now is not a good time.
- So when will be a good time?
- I will... I'll call you.
Which means you won't.
The American brush-off.
Well, it has been an absolute pleasure
knowing you, Detective Sullivan.
No, no, no. Stop. Stop. I promise
you I'm gonna call you, okay?
It's just... Now is a really bad time.
Oh, God. Leo.
So, you must be Rhys.
- And you must be Leo.
- In the flesh.
Oh, this looks like it's
gonna get interesting.
You know what?
I'm gonna lay 50 bucks the
English guy's gonna take him down.
- Fifty bucks?
- Yeah, the English, they box.
I'll take that action.
I hear you told Cat some pretty
unsavory things about the French.
Leo, now is not the time.
- I may have told her the truth.
- Rhys.
- From a British perspective.
- What other perspective would I tell it from?
Spoken like a man who thinks British
imperialism is still alive and well.
Which, by the way, is the root of
all problems in the world today.
Two hundred French streets,
monuments and institutions commemorate
the era of Napoleon, the inventor
of totalitarian dictatorship.
- Is that really something to be proud of?
- Okay, that's enough.
And only a pompous Brit would think anyone
in France actually cares about Napoleon.
I think they're just gonna
bore each other to death.
- What the hell are they doing?
- No, it's like a European preparation thing.
_
_
Like many English, I do speak French.
With an accent. Please
just stop it. Stop it.
Where did you find that guy?
In an alley. Why?
Because he's got necrosis
in most of his tissue.
What the hell's necrosis?
His cells are dying prematurely
at an accelerated rate.
- Zombie apocalypse.
- It will be if it is what I suspect.
- I knew it.
- Your guy in quarantine...
was exposed to some kind of
chemical or biological toxin,
and to do that damage so quickly,
that toxin had to be weaponized.
- Oh, man.
- This is bad.
I probably shouldn't
have heard that, should I?
No, you shouldn't have.
And you can either stay here
voluntarily, or we lock you up in a cell.
- Sorry.
- I shall stay here voluntarily.
I prefer not to be incarcerated.
I'm gonna need your cell phone too.
- All right.
- Let's move to an emergency protocol.
All right, listen up, everybody.
We're going to high terror alert.
This isn't a drill.
We have one individual who's been exposed
to a biological toxin
that's been weaponized.
I want everybody going. Let's go. Get your
hazmat gear. Klein, let's move. Let's go.
Come on, people. Move it.
Let's go. Go, go, go.
I need you to set up a holding
station on Dekalb. You understand me?
- Hey, get this over right away.
- Yes, sir.
No, no, no. No, no. Right now. Right now.
How many people can be affected?
It depends on the size of the delivery
method and how much toxin they have.
Well, can you give me an estimate? No.
- Can you give me anything?
- No. I can't give you a blast radius...
if I don't know how big the bomb is.
Well, I need something
to go on, Monica. Come on.
You're the detective.
I have a sister.
And her kids and the dog, they
walk to the Plaza every night.
Unless they have a major
amount of this stuff...
and the delivery system, the Grand
Army Plaza, it just doesn't make sense.
The toxin will get out in
the air. It will disperse.
They're going to look for something that's
more confined, where a lot of people are,
so it'll be effective and lethal,
and they'll get a higher body count.
Barclays Center is less than
five minutes away from there.
The Mets are playing at 7:00.
I have tickets to the game...
which I don't think I'll be
attending for obvious reasons.
The place'll be packed with people.
Maybe Grand Army Plaza
is just a staging area,
and they're meeting there at 6:45.
Could be a subway attack.
It could be anything.
Right. All right, the item
in the Fort Greene Courier
was placed anonymously yesterday...
and paid with a money order,
so there's no way to trace it.
I.D.'d the guy in quarantine.
One James Prall, ex-military.
Served in Afghanistan. He
comes home. He joins God's Army.
Religious group. About as
religious as the Ku Klux Klan.
Those guys are major douche bags.
F.B.I. and Homeland Security have
classified them as a terrorist group.
They're responsible for 12
murders and three bombings.
Word on the street is they're trying to
get a hold of a weapon of mass destruction.
- It looks like they got one.
- If this guy is a terrorist,
why was he trying to warn us?
Maybe turning into a
zombie changed his attitude.
Last known address was in Bensonhurst.
Lived with his mother, Amanda Prall.
Look, we're spread thin. You see
something, don't wait for backup.
Romba, we're requisitioning you as a driver,
since you're better than either of these two.
- What? What do you mean better?
- Captain, there's nothing with my driving.
I don't have time right now to argue about
this. I want you to take these two uniforms.
They need to peel off, you let them go.
All right. Let's go. Let's
move. We know what we're doing?
He came back from the
war a different person.
So angry at what America had become.
- He joined that church.
- God's Army?
Yes. I tried to be open.
I tried not to judge.
But the things they do
and the way they think...
It's just wrong. They're
nothing but a hate group.
Sullivan, come here.
Listen, we checked the house.
- Up and down. Clean. All right?
- All right?
- We'll meet you outside.
- Yeah.
Do you have a current address for your son?
I'll go...
How current I don't know,
since he no longer speaks to me.
But this is what I have.
Thank you very much. He
was always such a good boy.
All he ever wanted to
do was serve his country.
Yeah. Gotta go. Sorry.
All units in the vicinity.
Suspicious package under
the bridge in Dumbo.
Copy that. Roger. 115 responding.
Guys, we have to peel off. Suspicious
package under the bridge in Dumbo.
Hey, where's mine?
You're not coming in
there with us, all right?
- Why?
- It's No.
This guy is a part of God's
Army. He's ex-military.
- You know I can handle...
- You could be walking into a trap.
It could be a bomb. It could be
anything. You don't want to do this.
- I could...
- No.
You need to stay out
here if something happens.
Call the captain. Call the
'cinct. Now do me a favor.
That's my parents, all
right? You got that number.
I would really appreciate it if you would
check on my mother from time to time.
Just... if anything.
- Just be careful.
- Yeah.
You are some dead right now.
I'm about to kill you, buddy.
Let's go.
Hey, move, and we will fire. Get down.
- Get on your knees, now.
- Take those headphones off.
- Don't move. Eddie?
- Clear. He's all alone in here.
- I don... I didn't do anything.
- Is your roommate James Prall?
Yes. Is that what this is
about? Is he... Is he in trouble?
- When was the last time you saw him?
- Yesterday.
- What time?
- Morning. He left, and he never came back.
- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
I called his cell phone last
night, but he didn't answer.
Is it unusual for your
roommate to disappear like that?
I'd say that it was unusual for
anyone to disappear like that.
Can you please tell me what's going on and who's
going to fix my door. I don't have insurance.
Listen to me. Why didn't
you call the police?
- About what?
- Your disappearing roommate.
I'm his roommate, not his mother.
Don't be a smart-ass. Answer the question.
You're pointing guns in my face and you knocked
down my door, so forgive me if I'm nervous.
Did you roommate say anything
about Grand Army Plaza...
and something going down at 6:45 tonight?
No. Look. He's... He's just my
roommate. I barely know this guy.
Hey, Rambo, where you at, buddy?
- Rambo?
- He's getting out the window.
- Hey, you need a ride?
- Anywhere. Just go, man.
- You got it.
- Now! Go, go, go, go, go!
What are you doing? Stop.
What are you doing, man?
- Well, you said anywhere.
- Come on.
It's okay. Here. Final destination.
No need to thank me, okay? Ride's on me.
Where is the cup of fire,
and what is happening at 6:45?
Their people will become
like walking corpses.
Their flesh melting away. Their
eyes will shrivel in their sockets...
and their tongues will
decay in their mouths.
Listen, you're just making this
harder on yourself. You understand?
And on that day, they will be terrified,
stricken by the Lord with great panic.
Religious fanatics are spooky.
They will fight against each other...
in hand-to-hand combat.
Walking corpses. Zombies are
even mentioned in the Bible,
and so is the zombie apocalypse.
"They will fight against each
other in hand-to-hand combat."
Zachariah 14, verse 12 and 13.
Huh? How'd you know that?
Catholic school.
Guy's a zealot. He'll never talk.
Oh, we'll get him to talk.
Oh, you will? And, uh,
who the hell are you?
F.B.I. twins? Special Agent
Swan, counterintelligence.
Swan, as in "gotta meet Swan."
Yeah. The guy you found in the alley
this morning... Special Agent James Prall.
He's been working undercover
since he got back from Afghanistan.
So he's not some right-wing nut job
hell-bent on the destruction of America?
Hardly. Prall's one of the
most patriotic Americans...
I've ever had the pleasure of working with.
Somebody might want to
tell his mother that.
His estrangement from his mother
was an essential part of his cover.
Well, it kept her safe. Agent
Prall called me yesterday.
His roommate said that's
the last time he saw him.
Prall was concerned his
cover might have been blown.
Agent Swan was supposed to
meet with him this morning.
- Where?
- Grand Army Plaza.
That's our normal meeting place.
I think we can cross that off
the list of a place to put a bomb.
So what does "eggs have been switched"
and "two birds taken flight" mean?
No idea about eggs, but "two birds in
flight" refers to two of the co-conspirators.
Prall was trying to send us a message that
he couldn't account for their whereabouts.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Co-conspirators?
Are you telling me there are two other
terrorists running around out there?
- Actually three.
- Who's the third?
- No idea.
- Who's this guy?
This is Robert Cochrane.
He's the one who supplied the
toxins that poisoned Agent Prall.
- What the hell is his plot?
- We don't know.
All we do know... It's supposed
to go down at 6:45 tonight.
6:45? That's less than four hours from now.
I want you to go back to the
alley where the guy was found...
and start talking to some of
the neighbors around there.
- Excuse me...
- He's dumped in that alley,
somebody saw something.
- Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.
- The bathroom's down the hall.
Thank you, but I'm good.
While I've been sitting here
contemplating my own mortality...
- Rhys, spit it out. Spit it out.
- Yes. Sorry.
I tend to gravitate towards
"irration" when I get nervous.
- Rhys. Please.
- Yes. Sorry.
If up of fire" isn't a bomb... but a place?
Thank you, Dr. Watson. But I think the
professionals will handle this, okay?
- But you have a cab driver helping you.
- A consultant.
- Mm.
- And, as much as I hate to admit it,
he could be right.
There's a sign on the
restaurant I've been driving by.
It has a big cup with
fire coming out of it.
Is that the same one has a neon
sign that says "terrorists are us?"
No. But the restaurant is
in an Iranian neighborhood,
and you know those God's Army people hate
everyone who's not white and Christian.
- Huh.
- All right, check it out.
What about the alley and the neighbors?
We'll send Esposito to do it.
- Rice?
- Uh, no. Rhys.
- Rhys Richards.
- Very good. Esposito.
Excuse me.
Hey. Hey, how are you?
Eddie Esposito of the 125th.
Hey. Listen. You guys
live around here, right?
- Yeah.
- Mm-h.
Late last night, early this
morning, somebody dumped a body here.
Right there in that Dumpster.
Did you guys see anything strange?
- Like a van, guys, anything like that?
- Mm-mm.
- Anything odd?
- Mm-mm.
No. Mm-mm. No.
- Thanks a lot.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You take care.
- Yeah.
Paul, you little pervert. I told you I'd break
your phone if I caught you taking pictures.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
- If you post those videos of me online,
I'm gonna kill you.
Hey, Eddie Esposito of the 125th.
You back up, okay? Stop. Stop.
Okay, what's going on here?
Little pervert's taking video of
my ass. It's not the first time.
It's not my fault you've got
a great ass. Nice boobs too.
Okay, stop. No. Back. Stop it!
- Listen, kid. How old are you?
- Eleven.
- What are you, French?
- No.
All right, listen. Spielberg, look at me.
Did you take video of something
that happened there last night, huh?
Did you? You did, didn't you? Come here.
Give the that phone right
now. Give me the phone.
Hey, come here. You back up, lady.
Get over here, kid.
That's the restaurant over there.
There it is... the Cup of Fire.
Stop bringing here into this and
trying to make it all about her.
Once and for all, do you agree to the
marriage that your father arranged?
I do not. And I told you that.
N.Y.P.D. What's going on here?
Police. Who called the police?
- Are you here to arrest me?
- No.
What would make you say that?
Because you think that everybody
that looks like me is a terrorist.
- Oh.
- Because you think that
all Persians are Muslim.
All Muslims are not terrorists.
We are Zoroastrian, okay?
I have no idea. What is a
"zoo-as... " What is it? Zoo...
Perhaps you should educate
yourself before you accuse people.
I haven't accused anybody of anything.
But... do you know these men?
No.
Hmm?
I've seen them in the neighborhood.
- Any idea what they're up to?
- I have no idea.
Sorry I'm early.
- If that's okay.
- Now is really not a good time.
I just wanted you to
see the bridal bouquet,
and I still need to get the
address to the wedding site.
Can I call you later? Now is really not...
- What is this?
- Okay. Have a good day.
Thank you very much. What is this?
You planned a secret wedding?
Yes. I'm...
How could you? Your father...
Died when I was a baby, Mom.
I don't even remember him.
So you choose to marry a French
Jew instead of obeying your father?
Dan. I'm American.
I was born in America just like Tamina.
She is not American.
Yes, I am. I've never even been to Iran.
Tamina, it is the land of our parents.
The land of my birth. Yeah,
well, it's not the land of mine.
You don't get it. I just happen to have
been born to Persian Zoroastrian parents.
And Remy just happens to have
been born to French Jewish parents.
Neither of us chose that.
But we did choose each other.
And I'm marrying Remy. Please
just try and understand.
You dishonor this family.
You dishonor this family!
Hey! Right here.
I suggest you step outside
and cool off... now.
Move.
Move.
You should go out the back way. Okay
I'll see you later.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
My father arranged a marriage
for me when I was born.
I've never even met the guy,
and I'm not moving to Iran.
You're an American citizen. You
can choose whatever you want.
Yeah. Someone should tell that
to my brother and my mother.
We wish you and your husband
to be a very nice wedding.
- Thank you.
- Bye
I'm sorry, Mom.
But I love him.
Mom?
Mom.
- No, no, no. Wait. Wait.
- What?
I don't know. I just want to... Just wait.
I don't trust her brother.
Sullivan? Esposito? Malkin?
Paladino? Malkin? Anybody?
Just me here, I think.
Oh, great. Get in here.
- Me?
- Obviously you.
You're the only one in here.
If it's, uh... If it's so obvious, why
were you calling everyone else's name?
- Just get in here, will you?
- Sure.
You wanna hurry up? We
have a situation here.
Sorry. You type?
- Of course.
- That figures.
- I think you just insulted me.
- I did. Inside.
- Sure.
- Come on.
- Get in. Sit down.
- It's a nice office.
- Yeah.
- Not there, nitwit. In my seat.
- On, in the big chair?
- Yeah, the big chair.
Yeah. It's very nice and comfy..
Thank you. You can see
the whole bull prom re.
Yeah, I know. Which is
probably why you're in here.
Can we cut out the small talk? We have to
get a status report to the mayor A.S.A.P.
Right. I'm not sure I know how to write
You're not writing a "state-us" report.
Just type. writing I'll dictate. All right?
That figures. It's just you seem very
comfortable in the "dick-tatorial" role.
You're funny, Rice.
- Rhys.
- Whatever it is. I don't care. Just type.
Those guys are up to something.
- In conclusion...
- Uh, you actually want me to type that?
- What?
- "In conclusion."
Yeah. Why wouldn't I want you to
type it? I'm concluding, aren't I?
Yes, but you shouldn't say "in conclusion."
Your conclusion should speak for itself.
Your audience should know
that you're concluding
by the actual concluding statement that...
that you're making.
- In conclusion, Mr. Mayor.
- Perfect.
That's very good.
Ah, great. Now I lost my train of thought.
That's because it wasn't much of one.
- What did you just say?
- Nothing at all. No. Nothing.
- Let me ask you something, Rice.
- It's Rhys.
- Whatever.
- Sure.
What exactly are you intentions
with Detective Sullivan?
- Excuse me?
- You didn't hear me?
What are you intentions
with my goddaughter?
- Goddaughter?
- Uh-huh.
- Caitlyn never mentioned that.
- Huh.
My intentions are honorable, sir.
Well, they better be, sir.
Shouldn't we finish this status report?
That's probably him calling now, you think?
I'm watching you.
Baker.
Oh, my God. He's gonna kill
her before she can marry him.
It's an honor killing.
- Hey, shouldn't you call backup?
- There is no backup.
You dishonored our family, Tamina.
- You must pay with your life.
- No.
Hey, drop the knife.
- Drop it!
- This has nothing to do with the police.
This has everything to do
with the police. Drop it.
She has dishonored our family.
- Drop the knife.
- Drop the weapon.
Or this is gonna go between your eyes.
She will do it. Trust
me. Please drop the knife.
Drop it. Now.
Look, I know why you're doing this.
You're frustrated, you're angry.
But you don't want to do this
to your sister. You love her.
Think this through. You're gonna end
up for the rest of your life in jail.
- Shut up!
- Drop the weapon. Please.
I've been there. Trust me, it's awful.
Please. Drop it.
All right.
Reach around my back and grab my cuffs.
Yeah, you made the right decision.
Come here. Tamina, come here. Come on.
You all right? Anybody else?
Would anybody else like a
turn? You good? Everybody good?
I know what you're thinking.
What does a Zoroastrian wedding
have to do with a bomb? Everything.
What kind of religion
allows honor killings?
It's actually sexist, not religious.
It's only tolerated in
male-dominated cultures.
Religion has absolutely
nothing to do with it.
Hey, Captain, you better see this.
You guys, come here.
Look. I got some video. Two guys
dumping the body this morning.
There was no camera in the alley.
It was from a kid across the way.
- Anyone recognize these guys?
- Nope.
- No.
- Huh?
Oh, look. He's got "39."
- Can you blow that image up?
- Larry Csonka was 39, yeah.
- Miami Dolphins.
- Not the Miami Dolphins.
This belongs to Nicolas Anelka
when he was playing for the enemy.
_
P.S.G.
It looks like we need to
pay our groom-to-be a visit.
You better hurry. You only got three hours.
I can't believe it.
What are you talking about, Dad? You
tried to bribe me not to marry Tamina.
That's different. I want
Jewish grandchildren.
Is that so wrong? No offense, Tamina.
Considering the day I've
had so far, no offense taken.
So you two are going
through with the wedding?
If we don't, backward people like my
brother and my future father-in-law win.
Remy's my family now. Or
he will be in a few hours.
- Your wedding doesn't happen to be at 6:45, does it?
- No, 7:30.
Fine. You want to get married,
I will throw you a wedding.
The biggest wedding in all Brooklyn.
And you'll hold it over our
heads for the rest of our lives.
No, thanks. Okay?
I have palpitations.
I'm not sure, but I'm
probably having a heart attack.
- What? Are you okay?
- Don't worry about me.
Stop with the Jewish guilt,
Dad. What are you doing?
- Oh, that's not real?
- No, it's not true.
- That's messed up.
- At all, actually.
What guilt?
And we would both like
it if you would be there.
- Of course I will be there.
- Thank you.
Miss my only son's wedding?
One of the men we're looking for
has a shirt with a French soccer...
- Football.
- Logo on it.
Yeah, number 39, Nicolas Anelka, P.S.G.
- I'm a Marseille fan.
- There you go.
And on that note, we have ing
get ready for, so see you later.
Do you happen to know anyone
liking Nicolas Anelka around here?
I have a couple of cousin who love P.S.G.
- Schmucks.
- Where can we find them?
Right there. I think
their match just ended.
Oh, great. Thank you.
Thank you.
- _
- Bonjour.
Commissioner's breathing down
my neck. He wants answers.
All right. What's going on?
The two cousins are apparently upset that
it wasn't going to be a Jewish wedding...
and upset that they weren't invited.
So they weaponized a
biological/chemical toxin.
They haven't said anything about that.
Will you clean this up, please? Me?
Yeah. Go.
Quiet. Quiet. Excuse me.
Sorry. But, please, no more.
No more yelling in
French. English only, okay?
Sorry. It's okay.
- What's going on, Remy?
- My father's idiot cousins...
didn't want my marrying
someone who wasn't Jewish.
Not that I'm a big
believer in any religion.
Don't look at me. I'm
a recovering Catholic.
And I have a problem with all religions.
If one is right, that means
the other ones are wrong.
You try to raise a child
right, and this is what happens.
- I blame America.
- Yeah, you and everybody else.
Hey, idiot cousins, where's the bomb?
- Bomb?
- Bomb.
What bomb? What did you do?
Nothing. You can't exactly buy
toxin on a street corner, can you?
- Although we tried.
- _
Okay, but it wouldn't have killed the girl.
Just made her face ugly, like
Viktor Yushchenko, the former...
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
- Hey, hey, let's go.
- They're crazy boys.
- I know, but it's better if you go.
- Take him out of here.
- No, no. It's better this way.
- Why were you trying to
poison Remy's fiancée?
You think I wouldn't marry
Tamina if she were ugly?
It wouldn't matter what
she looked like. I love her.
Hey, Marcel and Marceau,
where the hell is the bomb?
We don't know. We didn't
have anything to do with it.
We thought the guy was joking. When
Robert told us he planned on making a bomb,
we took off.
"Two birds have taken flight
That's it. Those two idiots.
So if you took off, then how did
you dump the body in the Dumpster?
We realized things might have
gotten a little out of hand.
Oh, yeah. You think?
Well, so we came by to try and stop
Robert, but he was already gone...
and we find his roommate poisoned.
Exactement.
Robert had told us he thought
his roommate was a cop.
We were taking him to the
hospital, and then he died.
- So we dumped him in a Dumpster.
- He wasn't dead.
- He looked dead.
- He looked dead.
- Definitely dead. He looked so dead.
- He was dead.
I have another question.
Are you two morons?
- We never meant to hurt anyone.
- Oh, except Tamina.
Wait. We didn't think anyone
would actually sell us toxins.
It all happened so fast,
and then... it was too late.
So what do you know about an egg?
- Nothing.
- Egg? What kind of egg?
All we know is that the
eggs have been switched.
At the end of a Zoroastrian
wedding ceremony,
the bride takes the ceremonial egg...
and smashes it on the floor.
Were you planning on doing that?
Yeah. We were incorporating
things from both our cultures.
The florist is bringing the
decorative egg to the rooftop at 6:45.
- The toxin's in the egg.
- The egg is the bomb.
Yeah, and the florist
is the third terrorist.
6:45. Doesn't give us a
lot of time. Leo, let's go.
Oh, my God. Tamina's waiting for him.
- Where?
- The rooftop of a friend's building.
It's where we're getting married.
I can't believe those idiots
got hooked up with terrorists.
Only in New York.
Captain, are you sure this is a good idea?
What the hell is your idea? Go in
there blasting? It'll detonate the bomb.
Those D bags are all
about making headlines.
Yeah, well, we're not
gonna give it to them.
So much ignorance and intolerance
for just one day. So many people.
- You should talk, Romba.
- What are you talking about?
- You're a racist.
- Me? I'm not.
What? Okay, really? What about
all that anti-British stuff
you were spitting at Rhys?
Oh, he's British. That's different.
- Oh, wow. Oh, come on.
- You gotta be kidding me.
You guys are all the same.
All right. Okay. You got
me there. Guilty as charged.
I gotta tell you something else, man.
Man to man. It's called a
fight for a reason, okay?
Get into a fight, you throw a
punch. That's what a fight is.
Yeah, I agree. Less talk, more punching.
I had money on this thing.
Spoken like true Americans.
Hit first and ask questions later,
as opposed to a verbal
disagreement where no blood is shed.
Well, I think he's got us there,
huh? We learned our lesson on that.
- How?
- Some people need to be punched.
More than once.
- Well, there's his van.
- All right. He's making the delivery.
Remy said they were getting
married on the rooftop.
We have to move fast. The
guests will be here any minute.
All right, Esposito,
you're coming in with me.
Sullivan, you go through the front.
If he's holding an egg, don't fire.
So, like I said, it was a pretty crazy day.
Do not move, or we will fire on you!
Ohh!
I owe you one on the tea bag thing.
- Oh, you tried it?
- I did. It's great.
You should try it every night
for a week. It's soothing.
- A week?
- Yeah, and then it just all goes...
You're saying it's scientifically possible
for there to be a zombie apocalypse?
- Absolutely.
- Uh-huh.
Any number of ways.
There's brain paralysis.
There's neurotoxins. A virus. Nanbots.
Nanbots. I knew it. Cat?
Cat? Even the doctor...
Watch this thing. No, that
can hurt. That's hurt people.
That's okay.
Sorry I missed our Skype session.
I had so many fares today.
Talk tomorrow. I really miss
you, Nico. Love you. Dad.