Without a Trace (2002–2009): Season 6, Episode 8 - Fight/Flight - full transcript
Detectives investigate the appearance of an ultimate fighter, and Samantha tracks down her baby's father.
Is everything okay?
I'm pregnant.
I didn't, uh...
I didn't know
you were seeing anyone.
Hey, what can I get you?
Uh, actually, another bartender.
Um, I think his name is Brian.
I came here the other night
with a group of friends
and, um, um, we forgot to leave
him a tip, so I thought...
Nice of you to come back.
Yeah, well,
it was-it was a big bill.
Wait, what did he look like?
Tall, about six foot,
dark-dark hair.
Charming.
Sounds like
Brian Donovan,
but he quit last month.
Donovan?
Uh, do you have any idea where
I might be able to find him?
No clue.
Okay.
Um, you know, since, uh,
since he's not here
to get the tip,
I guess, uh,
somebody should have it, so...
Thanks.
Thanks.
(chattering changes
to crowd cheering)
ANNOUNCER:
Hendricks goes down.
Hansen come out...
Come on, Brett.
Don't just lay there!
Hendricks back on his feet...
He's not done yet.
He's taking Hansen...
back on his heels.
That's more like it!
Kick his ass!
Hansen's in trouble.
Hendricks...
Hansen is down!
The ref's called the fight!
Yeah! Yeah!
And the winner...
Brett Hendricks!
Looks like somebody couldn't
keep the fight in the ring.
Uh, you mean cage.
Our guy's name
is Brett Hendricks.
He's 24, he's been
fighting for two years,
and, apparently, he's making
quite a name for himself.
And nobody saw this happen?
No. Janitor came in,
saw the blood,
called the cops.
That's it.
And this Hendricks,
did he sustain any injuries
during the fight?
A few cuts, according
to his trainer.
His name is Don Foster.
He's coming in to
talk to us in a bit.
And what about the opponent?
Gary Hansen.
He'd make a great suspect,
if he wasn't recovering
in a hospital bed
with a concussion.
Blood trail ends.
Whatever went down in there
looks like the loser might
have been loaded into a car.
Well, Hendricks's beater
is still in the parking lot.
Agent Taylor?
Yeah.
We found these
near the exit ramp.
DANNY:
What is it?
The drug is nalbuphine.
It's a narcotic pain reliever.
This could be used
as a sedative.
I guess if you're going
to take out an extreme fighter,
you better be prepared.
Were you at the arena
last night?
No. I try to
be supportive,
but it's too hard for me
to watch my brother fight.
He usually calls me after
to let me know he's okay.
When he didn't,
I knew something was wrong.
Okay, was he having
any problems
with other fighters?
What kind of problems?
I don't know,
anything you can think of.
An altercation outside the ring
maybe?
My brother is not
some street thug.
He's a professional athlete.
What he does takes skill
and dedication.
I don't think
his dedication
is the reason that he's missing.
Look, I admit,
Brett has anger issues.
So who hasn't?
What are his, in particular?
Our parents went through a messy
divorce when we were kids.
Brett didn't deal with it well.
Got in a lot
of fights.
My mom finally put him
in a martial arts class
to get him an outlet
for his anger.
It worked.
And how has he
been dealing
with his anger issues lately?
Not well.
What are you doing?
Looking for Mom's ring.
What for?
What gives you the right
to go through my things?
Just tell me where it is.
Not until you tell me
what's going on.
Do you think
this is a joke?!
Okay, talk to me.
I don't want to hurt you.
I'm in trouble, and I need
that ring to get out of it.
Okay, it's in my dresser,
in the top drawer.
I was scared so I left.
When I came back he was gone.
Have you seen him since?
The next day.
But I didn't bring up
anything that happened.
I, uh, was worried
he would get angry again.
Okay, this, um, trouble
he was in,
did he happen to mention
what it was about?
No.
Besides the ring, what else
is missing from the house?
His TV and DVD player
and an autographed picture
of his idol,
some fighter, Royce Gracie.
SAMANTHA:
Wow.
This place is starting
to look like EFF headquarters.
Have I been living
under a rock?
Who buys this stuff?
Well, according to EFF,
two million people
ordered the fight last night
on pay-per-view.
Okay? 40 a pop.
Well, they may be making
a killing, but Hendricks isn't.
His financials are bleak.
Did you track down
whatever happened to the stuff
that he got from his house?
Been checking pawn shops and
auction sites on the Internet.
Nothing yet.
Who are they?
The other fighters in the arena
last night.
Any of them fight Hendricks?
These top three over here.
And he beat every one.
Okay, forensics from the arena
confirms
it was Hendricks's blood
at the scene and
on the needle.
They also pulled his prints,
plus two unidentified sets,
from the syringe.
Maybe his prints
got on the syringe
in some kind of struggle.
Or the drugs are his.
You know, I remember how bad
I jonesed for the painkillers
when I was injured,
and I can't imagine
what these guys feel like
after an EFF fight.
If he needed money for drugs,
that would explain why
he took stuff from his house.
MARTIN:
Mm-hmm.
MAN:
Brett's clean.
He doesn't use drugs.
VIVIAN:
But fighters do abuse drugs.
Yeah, a lot more than
when I was competing.
How did the two
of you meet?
I met Brett at a jujitsu
tournament three years ago.
He was ferocious.
I knew he'd make
a great EFF fighter,
better than I ever was.
Mr. Foster,
did Brett have problems
with any of these fighters?
No.
But there was a guy who came
to the arena the other day.
I'd been training Brett here
to psych him up.
Drop the elbow!
Drop it!
He's out.
Hey...
that's good,
that's good.
Create separation,
then use the space.
Just don't wait so long
next time.
Right.
Hey, look around.
Tomorrow night all
those empty seats
are going to be filled with
people cheering for you.
Let's go.
Hey, Brett.
What are you doing here?
I swung by your gym.
They said you were here.
I figured we could squeeze
in a little fight time.
No, no, I can't now.
Okay, then when?
I don't know.
No, we had a deal!
I kept my end of the bargain.
Hey, is everything
all right here?
Yeah, everything is fine.
Yeah, why don't you mind
your own business, Gramps?
Who the hell is this idiot?
He's nobody.
Nobody. Listen...
Nobody?
I'm going to be the next
EFF champ with Brett's help.
All right, look, Rob's just
trying to break in, okay?
I agreed to give him some tips.
Listen, I'll call you later.
You sure?
Yeah.
A lot of these kids
do a few backyard fights
with their friends
and they think they can go pro.
It takes more than a stupid
haircut and a beer buzz.
Do you remember anything
other than a first name?
Nope. Just Rob.
That's all Brett mentioned.
Okay, Sam, I think I found
our amateur fighter.
Hendricks visited an EFF
chat room three days ago.
There's a guy by the name
of Rob the Maniac
that is bragging here
that he can get prescription
drugs for injured fighters.
Did Hendricks chat with him?
Uh, no, he didn't,
but he gave out an address,
so I'm thinking maybe Hendricks
went to see him.
All right, let's see
if Tech can get his full name.
Robert Zambrano,
FBI! Open up!
Clear.
Clear.
All right,
I've got some pawn tickets
with Hendricks's name on them.
Well, this guy won't be
redeeming them anytime soon.
VIVIAN:
Zambrano OD'd.
Coroner is putting
approximate time of
death at 10:00 a.m.
Was it intentional?
We don't know yet.
What about Hendricks?
Well, we found
his gym bag
with trace amounts
of his blood on it.
Also, Zambrano's prints
were pulled off of the syringe
in the locker room.
So what, Zambrano kills
Hendricks and then he ODs.
It doesn't make any sense.
We're not dealing with
the stablest of individuals.
That's an understatement.
Yeah, Brett pawned
that stuff to me on Tuesday.
I don't usually
do pickups,
but, uh, Brett
and me go way back.
Did he tell you what
he needed the money for?
In my business, I don't ask.
Mr. Hoover, I just
talked to one
of our agents at your shop,
and you have an autograph photo
of Royce Gracie that
actually belongs to Brett.
So what?
So how come we didn't get
a pawn ticket for it?
Because Brett gave it
to me as a gift.
Well, according to his sister,
that's one of his
prized possessions.
He's broke.
Why would he give it to you?
You'd have to ask him.
I'm asking you.
Brett is missing,
and you have his property.
So if I were you,
I'd be clearing that up.
Look, Brett's a good guy.
I don't want to get him
in any trouble.
You don't have any choice.
The day I went to Brett's,
he didn't just need money.
All right, what's next?
Here.
Oh...
This was taken right
before he fought Chad Rowan.
Yeah.
What a match.
You can't pawn this.
Gracie's your hero.
I don't want money for it.
I need a favor.
A favor?
Come on, Brett.
It's important.
What? Do you need
a kidney or something?
Stop. Look, it's serious.
I got to go do
something tonight,
and if anybody comes
asking where I was,
I need you to tell them
that we were together.
If you're in some kind
of trouble,
you know you can tell me.
It's best if you don't know.
All right, now,
will you do it or what?
I told him I would,
and then I left.
And he didn't tell you
what he was going to do?
No. He did call me
the next day, though.
He said he had to leave
his car in Port Chester
the night before.
Needed a lift to pick it up.
Write down the address
of where you left him.
Okay.
Okay.
Sam, you are not going
to believe this.
What?
Tox report
just came back
on Robert Zambrano.
I don't think he killed himself.
Why's that?
Well, a fatal
dose of nalbuphine
is six ccs,
which is two syringefuls.
And you can see right here, he
had more than double that amount
in his system.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe he was just trying
to get the job done.
You see, that's the thing.
There's no way
he could have administered
that amount of drug to himself.
to refill the syringe.
Could Hendricks have done it?
Let's say he
stages things
to make it look like Zambrano
abducted him, then OD'd.
Well, that's a pretty
elaborate plan.
Well, could be that whatever
he's trying to get away from
was worth the effort.
Okay, this is from
a Port Chester gas station
two blocks from where Hendricks
left his car on Tuesday night.
Go ahead.
Do me a favor. Back it up.
There.
All right, now we couldn't ID
this guy,
but his height and weight
match Hendricks.
Yeah, but why drive
all the way to Port Chester
just to jack a car?
Don't know,
but we got an APB out
on the car
and the owner is coming in.
Okay.
Hi, Keira.
Hi.
I'm Agent Fitzgerald.
Thanks for coming in.
So, I need
to talk to you
about what happened
to your car the other night.
Am I in some kind of trouble?
Well, the gas station
attendant said
that you took off
before the cops showed up,
and I was just curious
why you didn't stick around
to file a police report.
Um... I was drinking.
I... I already
have a DUI on my record,
and-and I just didn't
want to get caught.
Yeah, I saw that in here.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
Do you, uh...
do you recognize this guy?
Sure I do. That's Brett.
What's he have to do with this?
Well, we'd like to ask him,
but he was reported missing.
What?
Since when?
Since yesterday.
So how do you know Brett?
My modeling agency got me
this job as a cage girl.
Cage girl, what is that?
Is that like a ring girl?
Yeah.
Um, I talked to Brett sometimes
before the fights.
We're friends.
So you have any idea why
he might have stolen your car?
No. No, I...
Brett, that's crazy.
So when was the last time
you saw him?
I saw him at the arena
last night,
but we didn't talk.
Um, time before that
was about a week ago.
Hey, Brett.
Keira, hey,
what are you doing here?
I just have to fill
out some paperwork.
Oh.
Oh, if I'd known
I was going to see you,
I would have brought that
Steve McQueen movie I was
telling you about.
Hey, you know what,
maybe next time.
I'm just out catching a breath.
I should, uh,
I should get back inside.
Um... Brett?
Is everything all right?
Yeah. I-I'm fine.
I forgot.
You're one of those guys
that have to keep it
all bottled up
inside, right?
Well, if you want to talk...
I'm here, okay?
Keira, wait.
I guess...
I was just trying to figure out
why I do all this.
You know, why I fight.
I never met a guy
who bothered to ask.
Why?
I got this letter
from this guy I knew.
This guy used to beat the crap
out of me as a kid.
I mean, he tortured me
every day.
What's he want?
Well, he says he wants to talk.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
I don't know, I mean...
what if the reason why I do this
is because of him
in the first place?
You know, like, I enjoy
beating those guys bloody
so I don't feel like that
scared little kid anymore.
Brett, it's been a long time
since you were
a scared little kid.
It doesn't matter.
When I read that letter,
it just took me back.
I don't know
if Brett ever saw him.
Did he tell you anything else
about this guy?
No.
Okay.
Find anything?
Her car's empty.
Guy down the street says
it's been here at least a day.
Spare tire has been moved.
Viv, give me a hand here,
please.
Okay.
Okay.
All right, got it.
Huh.
No, Keira Jennings
is not at her apartment.
Okay, well,
I got a call in to ATF
to see if they can connect her
to any known smuggling rings.
The serial numbers show
the guns are stolen.
It's pretty clear what was
so special about that car.
Yeah, but why is
Hendricks stealing guns for?
We know he needs the money.
Maybe he was hoping
to sell them.
Okay, why are they
still inside the trunk?
He knew Keira was on to him.
So he ditched the car
and set Zambrano up
as his fall guy
so he could vanish.
We don't even know
the guns are hers yet.
Hendricks could have put them
inside the car
after he stole it.
Yeah, that's true.
We'd have a better chance
of finding out
if I hadn't have let her go.
I've got to go.
Okay, bye.
I can't believe this.
Why would he steal guns?
We're not sure.
Sarah, I'd like to show you
a picture, okay?
Who is she?
Her name is Keira Jennings.
She owns the car
that the guns were found in.
I don't recognize her.
She said that someone
contacted your brother.
Someone who tormented
him as a kid.
Does that sound
familiar to you?
There's something that happened
after our parents split up.
Brett came to stay with me
and my dad for the summer.
Hey, where's your suit?
I don't really feel
like swimming today.
Why not? Dad filled
the pool just for you.
Well, I don't care, okay?!
What's with you?
Nothing.
You've been weird
since you came back,
like you're trying
to avoid everyone.
I don't want to talk about it.
Ow!
What's wrong
No.
Don't!
If nothing's wrong,
why can't I see?
Oh, my God! What happened?
You better not tell anyone.
Did Mom's boyfriend do this?
No.
It... it was a kid at school.
Who?
Look, it doesn't matter.
Are you kidding?
I'm fine, okay?!
If I snitch,
it'll just get worse.
I shouldn't have even told you.
Put on your suit and a T-shirt
and I'll wear one too.
We can tell Dad we don't want
to get sunburned.
It didn't work.
My dad knew something was up,
and I spilled the truth.
It took years for Brett
to trust me again.
What did your dad do?
Brett told him the same thing
that he told me--
that it was a one-time thing
at school.
My dad believed him.
He didn't do
anything about it.
And you thought it was
your mother's boyfriend?
He lived with him
for about seven years.
I always thought
he was kind of a creep.
Do you know where he is now?
He moved away
after my mother died.
The name's
Joseph Treadwell.
I should've pressed Brett more
about what happened,
but I just wanted the two of us
to get along.
If he was getting beaten up
all that time,
it's no wonder
he turned out so angry.
Hey.
I'll see you later.
All right, I was able to track
down Jerry Treadwell.
And?
And he's been dead
for three years.
And now we're back to square one
on who tormented Hendricks, huh?
No, not necessarily.
Treadwell has a son
who's an ex-con.
Who's Hasheen Wassi?
That's his kid?
What?
Yeah, he converted
to Islam while
he was doing
a ten-year sentence
for armed robbery.
He was released
eight days ago.
Any idea why he tried
to get in touch with Hendricks?
Uh-huh. 'Cause Hendricks
was the guy who called
the cops on him
when Wassi was bragging
about committing the crime.
Hmm, revenge is good motive.
I would never hurt Brett.
It's against my beliefs.
You used a PayPal account
to buy a ticket
to the fight
last night. Why?
I wanted
to talk to him.
But I never got
the chance.
How'd you get that mark
on your neck?
I saw Brett a few days before;
we had a misunderstanding.
What, over the fact
that you blamed him
for you going to prison?
No, I don't blame him.
Well, here's a quote
from your trial.
Uh, "Son of a bitch lied
"to screw me over.
He should rot
in jail, not me."
That was ten years ago.
I'm a different
person now.
You know, I think
you're the first white guy
I've ever seen come out
of prison wearing one of those.
Allah doesn't see color.
Clearly.
Tell us about this
misunderstanding.
I went to see Brett
because I knew
he was on a dangerous path.
What are you doing here?!
I wrote you three letters,
and you didn't respond.
I should kill you
for what you did to me.
The Koran says "to command
that which is just
and forbid that which is evil."
What I did to you all
those years was evil, Brett.
So what?
You come here to apologize?!
No. I came to thank you.
For what? For being such a good
punching bag?
For turning me in
so I went to prison.
What are
you talking about?
It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
To be surrounded
by men like me,
taking their anger
out on the world,
I saw how destructive it was.
And with Allah's help,
I let go of that anger.
You need to let go of it, too,
Brett.
You think I want to be
like this?
You think I have a choice?
You can change.
It's not that simple.
Why?
Let me help you, Brett.
You saved my life.
Let me return the favor.
Brett told me
about the trouble he was in.
And what, you expect
us to believe
that he took you on
as a spiritual advisor?
He knew I understood
what he was going through.
So what was this trouble?
This is Brett's business.
Look, he could already be dead,
so you better
start talking now.
He said he'd stolen guns
from a man who had been
his friend.
And who's that?
The man who was training him.
No sign of Don Foster
at home
or at the gym.
Okay. Well, I looked into him,
and when he used to fight,
he was sponsored by this guy,
Gerard Long.
He's suspected
of selling stolen arms
at gun shows in New York state.
So, what, you think
Foster's working for him?
I think so,
because look at this.
The blue pins are where Long
gets his guns from, right?
And the red ones are the cities
where Foster has arranged
for Brett to fight.
Okay.
Okay, so Foster goes down
for the match,
loads up Keira Jennings
with illegal firearms,
and then she delivers them
to Long.
Exactly.
One second.
Delgado.
Okay.
Okay. Thanks.
So TSA just picked up
Keira Jennings and Foster
trying to leave the country
together.
Oops.
Sorry this room
doesn't have
quite the same view
as the other one did.
That's okay.
So, you want to tell me what you
were doing leaving the country?
Uh, I... I've always wanted
to go to Rio.
Don finally said
that he'd take me there.
Yeah, why didn't you mention
to me before
that you were dating
Brett's trainer?
I don't know.
I guess I thought
it wasn't important.
You thought it wasn't important?
What about the fact
that Brett stole your car
because he knew
you were hiding guns in it?
I... I don't know
what you're talking about.
If I were you,
I would think twice
about lying
to a federal officer.
Now, you were helping Don
run guns,
and in exchange,
he was helping pay off
your $40,000 in debt that you
have on your credit cards.
I got your bills
right here.
Now what happened?
Did you tell Don
who took the car?
I don't know
what you're talking...
Oh, I think you do.
Brett was moving along just fine
until he met you,
and then everything went
to crap, and I don't think
that was a coincidence.
What do you want from me?
I want you to tell me
what happened.
That's what I want right now.
Why won't you listen to me?
I don't know anything!
You are a very
popular guy, Don.
There's a long line of people
that want to talk to you:
ATF, NYPD... FBI.
I'm just glad
we get to talk to you first.
I got nothing to say
to any of you.
What'd you do
to Brett Hendricks?
I didn't touch him.
Hmm. Let me ask you a question.
What pissed you off more:
the fact that he was screwing
with your business
or your girlfriend?
You're trying to bait me
and it's not going to work.
:
I want to talk
to my lawyer.
Foster just lawyered up.
Got it.
Yeah, I don't think
it's the truth, either.
Okay.
What isn't the truth?
That you killed Brett.
I didn't!
I already told you,
I don't know where he is.
Well, your boyfriend, Don,
says that you do.
And he claims
that you killed
Brett and dumped the body,
and he's willing to tell us
where if we cut him a deal.
I would never hurt Brett,
I swear.
Offer me an alternative then.
I can't.
All right.
I'll go check on
Don's plea agreement,
see if it's finished.
Keep working her;
she'll flip.
I don't know. She's
completely shutting down.
She's your suspect.
Yeah... Look, she is
completely terrified of Foster.
We need to make her feel safe
so that she knows
Foster can't hurt her.
Okay.
Take her down
to the break room,
get her
a cup of coffee...
Mr. Foster?
This is Special Agent Gerald
with the Bureau of Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms.
You're being transferred
to their offices
for further
questioning.
Put your hands up.
What about my lawyer?
He's been notified.
He's going to meet you there.
Let's go.
What's happening?
I thought they were
making a deal.
They did.
But do we have
enough evidence
to arrest him
on gun charges?
So what do you want me
to do with him?
I don't care.
You can handcuff him
to a table if you want.
What are you talking about?
I thought I was
being transferred.
Buh-bye.
What's going
to happen to him?
Well, with the right jury,
at least ten to 15 years.
What about me?
Like I told you before,
it all depends on whether
you're honest with me.
Keira, you're safe now.
He can't hurt you.
I didn't want to help Don
with the guns anymore,
but he threatened to kill me.
And how did Brett get involved?
I didn't want him to, I swear.
Okay, okay.
Just tell me what happened.
I told Brett about Don
and the guns
when I saw him at the arena,
after he told me
about the letter he got.
Brett figured out this plan
for me to run.
He even gave me some money
so that I could get a fake ID
and start over
without Don finding me.
So why did he steal the guns?
He thought that while Don
was looking for the guns,
I'd be able to get away.
But... I got too scared.
But Brett said
that he'd get a second chance
the night of the fight.
You shouldn't be here.
I'm sorry.
I'm melting down.
I... Don's acting
all weird.
I think he knows I helped
steal the guns.
Okay.
Stay calm. Stay calm.
It'll all be over
after the fight.
Do you have someplace
to stay?
Yeah. A friend's.
Okay.
What are you
gonna do?
I'm gonna tell Don
you're done working for him.
I'm the only one
who knows where his guns are.
If he wants it back,
he's gotta listen to me.
You're gonna talk to him?
What if he says no?
I'll quiet him down.
What is that?
It's something I got
from that amateur fighter.
Look, by the time Don comes to
you're gonna be long gone.
And what about when he wakes up?
You don't have to worry
about that.
Brett, he'll kill you.
Look,
I will figure something out.
That's not enough.
I can't kill him.
Why?
You said that when you found out
he was smuggling guns,
you wanted to break
his neck.
Things are different now.
How?
They just are.
All right, look, you gotta go.
I'll give you a call later and
let you know everything's okay.
Why'd you help me?
'Cause what Don's doing
is wrong.
You don't deserve
to be treated that way.
Brett never called.
But you did.
I wanted to tell you all this
the first time we talked,
but I was just scared.
So how did Don find you?
Well, I was worried about Brett
so, uh, I went to the gym.
Don had this expression
on his face
when he was telling me
what happened.
Like he enjoyed it.
Hey, it's me!
Worried
about intruders?
I just wanted
some privacy.
How's Master doing?
Oh, he's getting
his ass kicked.
Oh.
Hey, listen,
congrats again.
Whatever Keira did before
the fight must have worked.
What are you talking about?
I saw her come in here.
You think I haven't noticed
you hanging out
the last few days?
It's not what you think.
After all I've done for you,
you're gonna lie to me?
Oh, I'm the liar?
I-I-I respected you.
I looked up to you
until Keira told me
about what you made her do.
She is not helping you
with those guns anymore!
You are gonna stay
away from her.
Hey!
You're gonna stay away
from the both of us.
Okay, so what's this really
about?
You want me
to cut you in
You wanna go partners with me
on the gym I'm gonna open
with the money? Fine.
But first, we're gotta shut
your little girlfriend's mouth.
Don told me that
if I didn't keep my mouth shut
he'd do the same thing to me.
You'd be sitting on a beach
with Don right now
if we hadn't caught you.
I didn't have a choice.
He killed Brett.
And that other fighter, too.
I was afraid I would be next.
Where's Brett?
He was such a good guy.
He just wanted to help me.
Keira.
Where's Brett?
In this building near the arena.
I think it's abandoned.
You guys check down there.
I got him.
Why'd you help me?
'Cause what Don's doing
is wrong.
You don't deserve
to be treated that way.
MAN:
Who's there?
Samantha Spade.
We-we met at, uh, Pose.
That was a while ago.
How did you find me?
I work for the FBI.
That's funny.
Um...
Hey, listen, uh,
right now's not really
a good time.
How about we grab a drink
on Friday?
Um...
This can't wait.
I'm pregnant.
What?
Mm-hmm.
You're the father.
How do you know?
I mean, um, how, how do you...
how can you be sure?
Because I'm sure.
Okay, okay, well...
I mean, I, uh...
Huh.
Look, here's the thing.
I just really need you to
sign this piece of paper,
and then you can forget
all about it.
So there you go.
What is it?
It's a waiver
of custody.
It says that you
basically give away
all your rights
as the father.
You don't have any financial
responsibility...
Wait, wait.
I'm kinda in the mid...
It's just, everything
you're saying, it's...
a lot...
I think we should talk
about this.
We don't, there's no...
we don't have anything
to talk about.
It's just...
Is everything
all right?
Wow.
Um...
Okay, look, this isn't
gonna happen right now.
Who is she?
Who are you?
All right, I have your number.
I'll give you a call.
Who the hell
are you?
What's going on?
Good luck explaining that.
Brian, answer me.
BRIAN:
Can we just
go inside?
No, I wanna know
how you know her.
It's complicated.
It's complicated?
I don't wanna do
this in the hall.
Well, you have to
tell me right now.
I'm pregnant.
I didn't, uh...
I didn't know
you were seeing anyone.
Hey, what can I get you?
Uh, actually, another bartender.
Um, I think his name is Brian.
I came here the other night
with a group of friends
and, um, um, we forgot to leave
him a tip, so I thought...
Nice of you to come back.
Yeah, well,
it was-it was a big bill.
Wait, what did he look like?
Tall, about six foot,
dark-dark hair.
Charming.
Sounds like
Brian Donovan,
but he quit last month.
Donovan?
Uh, do you have any idea where
I might be able to find him?
No clue.
Okay.
Um, you know, since, uh,
since he's not here
to get the tip,
I guess, uh,
somebody should have it, so...
Thanks.
Thanks.
(chattering changes
to crowd cheering)
ANNOUNCER:
Hendricks goes down.
Hansen come out...
Come on, Brett.
Don't just lay there!
Hendricks back on his feet...
He's not done yet.
He's taking Hansen...
back on his heels.
That's more like it!
Kick his ass!
Hansen's in trouble.
Hendricks...
Hansen is down!
The ref's called the fight!
Yeah! Yeah!
And the winner...
Brett Hendricks!
Looks like somebody couldn't
keep the fight in the ring.
Uh, you mean cage.
Our guy's name
is Brett Hendricks.
He's 24, he's been
fighting for two years,
and, apparently, he's making
quite a name for himself.
And nobody saw this happen?
No. Janitor came in,
saw the blood,
called the cops.
That's it.
And this Hendricks,
did he sustain any injuries
during the fight?
A few cuts, according
to his trainer.
His name is Don Foster.
He's coming in to
talk to us in a bit.
And what about the opponent?
Gary Hansen.
He'd make a great suspect,
if he wasn't recovering
in a hospital bed
with a concussion.
Blood trail ends.
Whatever went down in there
looks like the loser might
have been loaded into a car.
Well, Hendricks's beater
is still in the parking lot.
Agent Taylor?
Yeah.
We found these
near the exit ramp.
DANNY:
What is it?
The drug is nalbuphine.
It's a narcotic pain reliever.
This could be used
as a sedative.
I guess if you're going
to take out an extreme fighter,
you better be prepared.
Were you at the arena
last night?
No. I try to
be supportive,
but it's too hard for me
to watch my brother fight.
He usually calls me after
to let me know he's okay.
When he didn't,
I knew something was wrong.
Okay, was he having
any problems
with other fighters?
What kind of problems?
I don't know,
anything you can think of.
An altercation outside the ring
maybe?
My brother is not
some street thug.
He's a professional athlete.
What he does takes skill
and dedication.
I don't think
his dedication
is the reason that he's missing.
Look, I admit,
Brett has anger issues.
So who hasn't?
What are his, in particular?
Our parents went through a messy
divorce when we were kids.
Brett didn't deal with it well.
Got in a lot
of fights.
My mom finally put him
in a martial arts class
to get him an outlet
for his anger.
It worked.
And how has he
been dealing
with his anger issues lately?
Not well.
What are you doing?
Looking for Mom's ring.
What for?
What gives you the right
to go through my things?
Just tell me where it is.
Not until you tell me
what's going on.
Do you think
this is a joke?!
Okay, talk to me.
I don't want to hurt you.
I'm in trouble, and I need
that ring to get out of it.
Okay, it's in my dresser,
in the top drawer.
I was scared so I left.
When I came back he was gone.
Have you seen him since?
The next day.
But I didn't bring up
anything that happened.
I, uh, was worried
he would get angry again.
Okay, this, um, trouble
he was in,
did he happen to mention
what it was about?
No.
Besides the ring, what else
is missing from the house?
His TV and DVD player
and an autographed picture
of his idol,
some fighter, Royce Gracie.
SAMANTHA:
Wow.
This place is starting
to look like EFF headquarters.
Have I been living
under a rock?
Who buys this stuff?
Well, according to EFF,
two million people
ordered the fight last night
on pay-per-view.
Okay? 40 a pop.
Well, they may be making
a killing, but Hendricks isn't.
His financials are bleak.
Did you track down
whatever happened to the stuff
that he got from his house?
Been checking pawn shops and
auction sites on the Internet.
Nothing yet.
Who are they?
The other fighters in the arena
last night.
Any of them fight Hendricks?
These top three over here.
And he beat every one.
Okay, forensics from the arena
confirms
it was Hendricks's blood
at the scene and
on the needle.
They also pulled his prints,
plus two unidentified sets,
from the syringe.
Maybe his prints
got on the syringe
in some kind of struggle.
Or the drugs are his.
You know, I remember how bad
I jonesed for the painkillers
when I was injured,
and I can't imagine
what these guys feel like
after an EFF fight.
If he needed money for drugs,
that would explain why
he took stuff from his house.
MARTIN:
Mm-hmm.
MAN:
Brett's clean.
He doesn't use drugs.
VIVIAN:
But fighters do abuse drugs.
Yeah, a lot more than
when I was competing.
How did the two
of you meet?
I met Brett at a jujitsu
tournament three years ago.
He was ferocious.
I knew he'd make
a great EFF fighter,
better than I ever was.
Mr. Foster,
did Brett have problems
with any of these fighters?
No.
But there was a guy who came
to the arena the other day.
I'd been training Brett here
to psych him up.
Drop the elbow!
Drop it!
He's out.
Hey...
that's good,
that's good.
Create separation,
then use the space.
Just don't wait so long
next time.
Right.
Hey, look around.
Tomorrow night all
those empty seats
are going to be filled with
people cheering for you.
Let's go.
Hey, Brett.
What are you doing here?
I swung by your gym.
They said you were here.
I figured we could squeeze
in a little fight time.
No, no, I can't now.
Okay, then when?
I don't know.
No, we had a deal!
I kept my end of the bargain.
Hey, is everything
all right here?
Yeah, everything is fine.
Yeah, why don't you mind
your own business, Gramps?
Who the hell is this idiot?
He's nobody.
Nobody. Listen...
Nobody?
I'm going to be the next
EFF champ with Brett's help.
All right, look, Rob's just
trying to break in, okay?
I agreed to give him some tips.
Listen, I'll call you later.
You sure?
Yeah.
A lot of these kids
do a few backyard fights
with their friends
and they think they can go pro.
It takes more than a stupid
haircut and a beer buzz.
Do you remember anything
other than a first name?
Nope. Just Rob.
That's all Brett mentioned.
Okay, Sam, I think I found
our amateur fighter.
Hendricks visited an EFF
chat room three days ago.
There's a guy by the name
of Rob the Maniac
that is bragging here
that he can get prescription
drugs for injured fighters.
Did Hendricks chat with him?
Uh, no, he didn't,
but he gave out an address,
so I'm thinking maybe Hendricks
went to see him.
All right, let's see
if Tech can get his full name.
Robert Zambrano,
FBI! Open up!
Clear.
Clear.
All right,
I've got some pawn tickets
with Hendricks's name on them.
Well, this guy won't be
redeeming them anytime soon.
VIVIAN:
Zambrano OD'd.
Coroner is putting
approximate time of
death at 10:00 a.m.
Was it intentional?
We don't know yet.
What about Hendricks?
Well, we found
his gym bag
with trace amounts
of his blood on it.
Also, Zambrano's prints
were pulled off of the syringe
in the locker room.
So what, Zambrano kills
Hendricks and then he ODs.
It doesn't make any sense.
We're not dealing with
the stablest of individuals.
That's an understatement.
Yeah, Brett pawned
that stuff to me on Tuesday.
I don't usually
do pickups,
but, uh, Brett
and me go way back.
Did he tell you what
he needed the money for?
In my business, I don't ask.
Mr. Hoover, I just
talked to one
of our agents at your shop,
and you have an autograph photo
of Royce Gracie that
actually belongs to Brett.
So what?
So how come we didn't get
a pawn ticket for it?
Because Brett gave it
to me as a gift.
Well, according to his sister,
that's one of his
prized possessions.
He's broke.
Why would he give it to you?
You'd have to ask him.
I'm asking you.
Brett is missing,
and you have his property.
So if I were you,
I'd be clearing that up.
Look, Brett's a good guy.
I don't want to get him
in any trouble.
You don't have any choice.
The day I went to Brett's,
he didn't just need money.
All right, what's next?
Here.
Oh...
This was taken right
before he fought Chad Rowan.
Yeah.
What a match.
You can't pawn this.
Gracie's your hero.
I don't want money for it.
I need a favor.
A favor?
Come on, Brett.
It's important.
What? Do you need
a kidney or something?
Stop. Look, it's serious.
I got to go do
something tonight,
and if anybody comes
asking where I was,
I need you to tell them
that we were together.
If you're in some kind
of trouble,
you know you can tell me.
It's best if you don't know.
All right, now,
will you do it or what?
I told him I would,
and then I left.
And he didn't tell you
what he was going to do?
No. He did call me
the next day, though.
He said he had to leave
his car in Port Chester
the night before.
Needed a lift to pick it up.
Write down the address
of where you left him.
Okay.
Okay.
Sam, you are not going
to believe this.
What?
Tox report
just came back
on Robert Zambrano.
I don't think he killed himself.
Why's that?
Well, a fatal
dose of nalbuphine
is six ccs,
which is two syringefuls.
And you can see right here, he
had more than double that amount
in his system.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe he was just trying
to get the job done.
You see, that's the thing.
There's no way
he could have administered
that amount of drug to himself.
to refill the syringe.
Could Hendricks have done it?
Let's say he
stages things
to make it look like Zambrano
abducted him, then OD'd.
Well, that's a pretty
elaborate plan.
Well, could be that whatever
he's trying to get away from
was worth the effort.
Okay, this is from
a Port Chester gas station
two blocks from where Hendricks
left his car on Tuesday night.
Go ahead.
Do me a favor. Back it up.
There.
All right, now we couldn't ID
this guy,
but his height and weight
match Hendricks.
Yeah, but why drive
all the way to Port Chester
just to jack a car?
Don't know,
but we got an APB out
on the car
and the owner is coming in.
Okay.
Hi, Keira.
Hi.
I'm Agent Fitzgerald.
Thanks for coming in.
So, I need
to talk to you
about what happened
to your car the other night.
Am I in some kind of trouble?
Well, the gas station
attendant said
that you took off
before the cops showed up,
and I was just curious
why you didn't stick around
to file a police report.
Um... I was drinking.
I... I already
have a DUI on my record,
and-and I just didn't
want to get caught.
Yeah, I saw that in here.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
Do you, uh...
do you recognize this guy?
Sure I do. That's Brett.
What's he have to do with this?
Well, we'd like to ask him,
but he was reported missing.
What?
Since when?
Since yesterday.
So how do you know Brett?
My modeling agency got me
this job as a cage girl.
Cage girl, what is that?
Is that like a ring girl?
Yeah.
Um, I talked to Brett sometimes
before the fights.
We're friends.
So you have any idea why
he might have stolen your car?
No. No, I...
Brett, that's crazy.
So when was the last time
you saw him?
I saw him at the arena
last night,
but we didn't talk.
Um, time before that
was about a week ago.
Hey, Brett.
Keira, hey,
what are you doing here?
I just have to fill
out some paperwork.
Oh.
Oh, if I'd known
I was going to see you,
I would have brought that
Steve McQueen movie I was
telling you about.
Hey, you know what,
maybe next time.
I'm just out catching a breath.
I should, uh,
I should get back inside.
Um... Brett?
Is everything all right?
Yeah. I-I'm fine.
I forgot.
You're one of those guys
that have to keep it
all bottled up
inside, right?
Well, if you want to talk...
I'm here, okay?
Keira, wait.
I guess...
I was just trying to figure out
why I do all this.
You know, why I fight.
I never met a guy
who bothered to ask.
Why?
I got this letter
from this guy I knew.
This guy used to beat the crap
out of me as a kid.
I mean, he tortured me
every day.
What's he want?
Well, he says he wants to talk.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
I don't know, I mean...
what if the reason why I do this
is because of him
in the first place?
You know, like, I enjoy
beating those guys bloody
so I don't feel like that
scared little kid anymore.
Brett, it's been a long time
since you were
a scared little kid.
It doesn't matter.
When I read that letter,
it just took me back.
I don't know
if Brett ever saw him.
Did he tell you anything else
about this guy?
No.
Okay.
Find anything?
Her car's empty.
Guy down the street says
it's been here at least a day.
Spare tire has been moved.
Viv, give me a hand here,
please.
Okay.
Okay.
All right, got it.
Huh.
No, Keira Jennings
is not at her apartment.
Okay, well,
I got a call in to ATF
to see if they can connect her
to any known smuggling rings.
The serial numbers show
the guns are stolen.
It's pretty clear what was
so special about that car.
Yeah, but why is
Hendricks stealing guns for?
We know he needs the money.
Maybe he was hoping
to sell them.
Okay, why are they
still inside the trunk?
He knew Keira was on to him.
So he ditched the car
and set Zambrano up
as his fall guy
so he could vanish.
We don't even know
the guns are hers yet.
Hendricks could have put them
inside the car
after he stole it.
Yeah, that's true.
We'd have a better chance
of finding out
if I hadn't have let her go.
I've got to go.
Okay, bye.
I can't believe this.
Why would he steal guns?
We're not sure.
Sarah, I'd like to show you
a picture, okay?
Who is she?
Her name is Keira Jennings.
She owns the car
that the guns were found in.
I don't recognize her.
She said that someone
contacted your brother.
Someone who tormented
him as a kid.
Does that sound
familiar to you?
There's something that happened
after our parents split up.
Brett came to stay with me
and my dad for the summer.
Hey, where's your suit?
I don't really feel
like swimming today.
Why not? Dad filled
the pool just for you.
Well, I don't care, okay?!
What's with you?
Nothing.
You've been weird
since you came back,
like you're trying
to avoid everyone.
I don't want to talk about it.
Ow!
What's wrong
No.
Don't!
If nothing's wrong,
why can't I see?
Oh, my God! What happened?
You better not tell anyone.
Did Mom's boyfriend do this?
No.
It... it was a kid at school.
Who?
Look, it doesn't matter.
Are you kidding?
I'm fine, okay?!
If I snitch,
it'll just get worse.
I shouldn't have even told you.
Put on your suit and a T-shirt
and I'll wear one too.
We can tell Dad we don't want
to get sunburned.
It didn't work.
My dad knew something was up,
and I spilled the truth.
It took years for Brett
to trust me again.
What did your dad do?
Brett told him the same thing
that he told me--
that it was a one-time thing
at school.
My dad believed him.
He didn't do
anything about it.
And you thought it was
your mother's boyfriend?
He lived with him
for about seven years.
I always thought
he was kind of a creep.
Do you know where he is now?
He moved away
after my mother died.
The name's
Joseph Treadwell.
I should've pressed Brett more
about what happened,
but I just wanted the two of us
to get along.
If he was getting beaten up
all that time,
it's no wonder
he turned out so angry.
Hey.
I'll see you later.
All right, I was able to track
down Jerry Treadwell.
And?
And he's been dead
for three years.
And now we're back to square one
on who tormented Hendricks, huh?
No, not necessarily.
Treadwell has a son
who's an ex-con.
Who's Hasheen Wassi?
That's his kid?
What?
Yeah, he converted
to Islam while
he was doing
a ten-year sentence
for armed robbery.
He was released
eight days ago.
Any idea why he tried
to get in touch with Hendricks?
Uh-huh. 'Cause Hendricks
was the guy who called
the cops on him
when Wassi was bragging
about committing the crime.
Hmm, revenge is good motive.
I would never hurt Brett.
It's against my beliefs.
You used a PayPal account
to buy a ticket
to the fight
last night. Why?
I wanted
to talk to him.
But I never got
the chance.
How'd you get that mark
on your neck?
I saw Brett a few days before;
we had a misunderstanding.
What, over the fact
that you blamed him
for you going to prison?
No, I don't blame him.
Well, here's a quote
from your trial.
Uh, "Son of a bitch lied
"to screw me over.
He should rot
in jail, not me."
That was ten years ago.
I'm a different
person now.
You know, I think
you're the first white guy
I've ever seen come out
of prison wearing one of those.
Allah doesn't see color.
Clearly.
Tell us about this
misunderstanding.
I went to see Brett
because I knew
he was on a dangerous path.
What are you doing here?!
I wrote you three letters,
and you didn't respond.
I should kill you
for what you did to me.
The Koran says "to command
that which is just
and forbid that which is evil."
What I did to you all
those years was evil, Brett.
So what?
You come here to apologize?!
No. I came to thank you.
For what? For being such a good
punching bag?
For turning me in
so I went to prison.
What are
you talking about?
It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
To be surrounded
by men like me,
taking their anger
out on the world,
I saw how destructive it was.
And with Allah's help,
I let go of that anger.
You need to let go of it, too,
Brett.
You think I want to be
like this?
You think I have a choice?
You can change.
It's not that simple.
Why?
Let me help you, Brett.
You saved my life.
Let me return the favor.
Brett told me
about the trouble he was in.
And what, you expect
us to believe
that he took you on
as a spiritual advisor?
He knew I understood
what he was going through.
So what was this trouble?
This is Brett's business.
Look, he could already be dead,
so you better
start talking now.
He said he'd stolen guns
from a man who had been
his friend.
And who's that?
The man who was training him.
No sign of Don Foster
at home
or at the gym.
Okay. Well, I looked into him,
and when he used to fight,
he was sponsored by this guy,
Gerard Long.
He's suspected
of selling stolen arms
at gun shows in New York state.
So, what, you think
Foster's working for him?
I think so,
because look at this.
The blue pins are where Long
gets his guns from, right?
And the red ones are the cities
where Foster has arranged
for Brett to fight.
Okay.
Okay, so Foster goes down
for the match,
loads up Keira Jennings
with illegal firearms,
and then she delivers them
to Long.
Exactly.
One second.
Delgado.
Okay.
Okay. Thanks.
So TSA just picked up
Keira Jennings and Foster
trying to leave the country
together.
Oops.
Sorry this room
doesn't have
quite the same view
as the other one did.
That's okay.
So, you want to tell me what you
were doing leaving the country?
Uh, I... I've always wanted
to go to Rio.
Don finally said
that he'd take me there.
Yeah, why didn't you mention
to me before
that you were dating
Brett's trainer?
I don't know.
I guess I thought
it wasn't important.
You thought it wasn't important?
What about the fact
that Brett stole your car
because he knew
you were hiding guns in it?
I... I don't know
what you're talking about.
If I were you,
I would think twice
about lying
to a federal officer.
Now, you were helping Don
run guns,
and in exchange,
he was helping pay off
your $40,000 in debt that you
have on your credit cards.
I got your bills
right here.
Now what happened?
Did you tell Don
who took the car?
I don't know
what you're talking...
Oh, I think you do.
Brett was moving along just fine
until he met you,
and then everything went
to crap, and I don't think
that was a coincidence.
What do you want from me?
I want you to tell me
what happened.
That's what I want right now.
Why won't you listen to me?
I don't know anything!
You are a very
popular guy, Don.
There's a long line of people
that want to talk to you:
ATF, NYPD... FBI.
I'm just glad
we get to talk to you first.
I got nothing to say
to any of you.
What'd you do
to Brett Hendricks?
I didn't touch him.
Hmm. Let me ask you a question.
What pissed you off more:
the fact that he was screwing
with your business
or your girlfriend?
You're trying to bait me
and it's not going to work.
:
I want to talk
to my lawyer.
Foster just lawyered up.
Got it.
Yeah, I don't think
it's the truth, either.
Okay.
What isn't the truth?
That you killed Brett.
I didn't!
I already told you,
I don't know where he is.
Well, your boyfriend, Don,
says that you do.
And he claims
that you killed
Brett and dumped the body,
and he's willing to tell us
where if we cut him a deal.
I would never hurt Brett,
I swear.
Offer me an alternative then.
I can't.
All right.
I'll go check on
Don's plea agreement,
see if it's finished.
Keep working her;
she'll flip.
I don't know. She's
completely shutting down.
She's your suspect.
Yeah... Look, she is
completely terrified of Foster.
We need to make her feel safe
so that she knows
Foster can't hurt her.
Okay.
Take her down
to the break room,
get her
a cup of coffee...
Mr. Foster?
This is Special Agent Gerald
with the Bureau of Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms.
You're being transferred
to their offices
for further
questioning.
Put your hands up.
What about my lawyer?
He's been notified.
He's going to meet you there.
Let's go.
What's happening?
I thought they were
making a deal.
They did.
But do we have
enough evidence
to arrest him
on gun charges?
So what do you want me
to do with him?
I don't care.
You can handcuff him
to a table if you want.
What are you talking about?
I thought I was
being transferred.
Buh-bye.
What's going
to happen to him?
Well, with the right jury,
at least ten to 15 years.
What about me?
Like I told you before,
it all depends on whether
you're honest with me.
Keira, you're safe now.
He can't hurt you.
I didn't want to help Don
with the guns anymore,
but he threatened to kill me.
And how did Brett get involved?
I didn't want him to, I swear.
Okay, okay.
Just tell me what happened.
I told Brett about Don
and the guns
when I saw him at the arena,
after he told me
about the letter he got.
Brett figured out this plan
for me to run.
He even gave me some money
so that I could get a fake ID
and start over
without Don finding me.
So why did he steal the guns?
He thought that while Don
was looking for the guns,
I'd be able to get away.
But... I got too scared.
But Brett said
that he'd get a second chance
the night of the fight.
You shouldn't be here.
I'm sorry.
I'm melting down.
I... Don's acting
all weird.
I think he knows I helped
steal the guns.
Okay.
Stay calm. Stay calm.
It'll all be over
after the fight.
Do you have someplace
to stay?
Yeah. A friend's.
Okay.
What are you
gonna do?
I'm gonna tell Don
you're done working for him.
I'm the only one
who knows where his guns are.
If he wants it back,
he's gotta listen to me.
You're gonna talk to him?
What if he says no?
I'll quiet him down.
What is that?
It's something I got
from that amateur fighter.
Look, by the time Don comes to
you're gonna be long gone.
And what about when he wakes up?
You don't have to worry
about that.
Brett, he'll kill you.
Look,
I will figure something out.
That's not enough.
I can't kill him.
Why?
You said that when you found out
he was smuggling guns,
you wanted to break
his neck.
Things are different now.
How?
They just are.
All right, look, you gotta go.
I'll give you a call later and
let you know everything's okay.
Why'd you help me?
'Cause what Don's doing
is wrong.
You don't deserve
to be treated that way.
Brett never called.
But you did.
I wanted to tell you all this
the first time we talked,
but I was just scared.
So how did Don find you?
Well, I was worried about Brett
so, uh, I went to the gym.
Don had this expression
on his face
when he was telling me
what happened.
Like he enjoyed it.
Hey, it's me!
Worried
about intruders?
I just wanted
some privacy.
How's Master doing?
Oh, he's getting
his ass kicked.
Oh.
Hey, listen,
congrats again.
Whatever Keira did before
the fight must have worked.
What are you talking about?
I saw her come in here.
You think I haven't noticed
you hanging out
the last few days?
It's not what you think.
After all I've done for you,
you're gonna lie to me?
Oh, I'm the liar?
I-I-I respected you.
I looked up to you
until Keira told me
about what you made her do.
She is not helping you
with those guns anymore!
You are gonna stay
away from her.
Hey!
You're gonna stay away
from the both of us.
Okay, so what's this really
about?
You want me
to cut you in
You wanna go partners with me
on the gym I'm gonna open
with the money? Fine.
But first, we're gotta shut
your little girlfriend's mouth.
Don told me that
if I didn't keep my mouth shut
he'd do the same thing to me.
You'd be sitting on a beach
with Don right now
if we hadn't caught you.
I didn't have a choice.
He killed Brett.
And that other fighter, too.
I was afraid I would be next.
Where's Brett?
He was such a good guy.
He just wanted to help me.
Keira.
Where's Brett?
In this building near the arena.
I think it's abandoned.
You guys check down there.
I got him.
Why'd you help me?
'Cause what Don's doing
is wrong.
You don't deserve
to be treated that way.
MAN:
Who's there?
Samantha Spade.
We-we met at, uh, Pose.
That was a while ago.
How did you find me?
I work for the FBI.
That's funny.
Um...
Hey, listen, uh,
right now's not really
a good time.
How about we grab a drink
on Friday?
Um...
This can't wait.
I'm pregnant.
What?
Mm-hmm.
You're the father.
How do you know?
I mean, um, how, how do you...
how can you be sure?
Because I'm sure.
Okay, okay, well...
I mean, I, uh...
Huh.
Look, here's the thing.
I just really need you to
sign this piece of paper,
and then you can forget
all about it.
So there you go.
What is it?
It's a waiver
of custody.
It says that you
basically give away
all your rights
as the father.
You don't have any financial
responsibility...
Wait, wait.
I'm kinda in the mid...
It's just, everything
you're saying, it's...
a lot...
I think we should talk
about this.
We don't, there's no...
we don't have anything
to talk about.
It's just...
Is everything
all right?
Wow.
Um...
Okay, look, this isn't
gonna happen right now.
Who is she?
Who are you?
All right, I have your number.
I'll give you a call.
Who the hell
are you?
What's going on?
Good luck explaining that.
Brian, answer me.
BRIAN:
Can we just
go inside?
No, I wanna know
how you know her.
It's complicated.
It's complicated?
I don't wanna do
this in the hall.
Well, you have to
tell me right now.