Taxi Brooklyn (2014) s01e02 Episode Script

Previously on Taxi Brooklyn No, no, no, Sullivan! No, no! You are not driving! In the last year, how many partners have you had? Five.
You've wrecked three vehicles this month, and there isn't a Detective in this room that wants to work with you.
- Romba.
- Please call me Leo.
It's painful, isn't it? You spent four years in prison.
- That's why I'm claustrophobic.
- He's here illegally.
Cheating on your wife isn't an incident it's called adultery.
- Detective Sullivan has been reassigned.
- What? - To foot patrol.
- This obsession that you have With finding his killer, it's not good for you.
I'm going to help you.
Anytime you need a ride, you call and I'll be there.
Damn.
Sullivan.
Cat, you mind telling me where the hell you are? - Just walking the beat like you told me to.
- Don't lie to me.
I sent three patrol cars out looking for you, and no one's seen you.
Yeah, uh, sorry, John, but it's that time of the month, and I ran out of tampons.
- It was it was a real mess.
- Whoa, whoa, stop right there! That's it.
No more women talk, okay? - Get back here to the precinct house.
- What's going on? - The mayor asked for you personally.
- The mayor? Why? I don't know, Cat.
Just get back here, please.
All right, I'm on my way.
What the hell are you doing in coney island, Sullivan? How's your face, Esposito? Still hurt? Cause it's hurting me.
You were ordered to stay away from your father's murder investigation.
Can't get much farther away than coney island.
And somehow you're in the same neighborhood as the only witness to the shooting, huh? Hmm? I know why I'm here, Esposito.
Why are you? Hey! No way she's taking this guy in.
We'll cut them off.
Got them.
Damn it! Sullivan! Damn it! Hey, drop the gun! Drop it! - Very nice.
- Nice of you to join us.
Good luck walking him back to the station, all right? Get up.
Don't I know you from somewhere? - Have you arrested me before? - No.
Leo, I need a ride.
Detective Sullivan, when I said "anytime you need a ride, you call and I'll be there," - I didn't mean every two hours.
- Well, you shouldn't have offered.
Mom? What are you doing here? Well, I was going shopping until you called Leo and he raced over here.
You would think the man's a puppy the way he fawns over you.
And why didn't you tell me that you had been demoted to foot patrol At coney island, seriously? Honey, you want me to call the Captain for you? - I have no problem doing that.
- No! - Okay.
- Hey, how you doing, sweet thing? Excuse me.
I'm old enough to be your mother.
- I'm cool with that if you are.
Come on.
- Get in, douche bag.
Are you putting a criminal in the backseat with your mother? Hey, I feel bad for the criminal.
Yeah, can John Baker for the mayor, please.
Yes, I'll hold.
The 125th, Captain Baker.
Captain Johner.
The mayor just called my office no more than 10 minutes ago.
Do me a favor.
Tell him that Detective Sullivan is gonna take the case and she's on her way.
B-A-K-E-R! Yes, like in a bakery.
A Baker.
Thank you.
I'm telling you, you got the wrong guy.
- You know how many times I hear that? - But I'm telling the truth.
The weapon was in your hand when I arrested you.
- Wasn't mine.
- It was in your hand.
Well, I don't know how it got there.
- Oh, it just magically appeared.
- Yeah, I guess so.
- Do I look stupid to you? - Is that a trick question? Stay out of it, mom.
Excuse me, I believe this is my cab.
Technically, your mother's right, she was in the cab first.
And frankly I could really use the fare - Considering the amount I've been driving you around.
- You offered.
I offered to help you find out what happened to your father, not drive criminals around.
- No offense.
- Now you've got Leo caught up in your obsession too? It is not an obsession.
Would you like me to give you a definition of the word? This is official police business, mother.
- Leo, would you please just drop me in Brooklyn heights? - Be there in a minute.
What kind of a cop uses a cab anyway? Is she even a real cop? - Well, she almost wasn't one.
- Mom! - Her father had to pull quite a few strings.
- Mother! What? It's the truth.
I mean, you failed your driver's test three times.
- Mother! - Three times! - And she destroyed two cars.
- Shut up, douche bag.
I really wish you wouldn't talk like that.
- Detective Sullivan is a hero.
- Oh, no.
- She caught the park slope stalker.
- My mom is such a big fan.
She's gonna freak out when I tell her.
Do you think I could get your autograph for her? Just sit there and use your right to remain silent.
I talked to my friend in immigration.
We're gonna need proof from French authorities that you cut a deal, and that your life was in danger at the time you lied on your immigration forms.
- You're also gonna need a sponsor in New York.
- Well, I'll sponsor him.
Somebody in a position of prominence and authority has to sponsor him.
- Like you, right? - No, not me.
Why not you? Yeah, why not? - I'm with them.
Why not you? - Um - Yeah? - Sullivan, where the hell are you? - Fifteen minutes away.
- Make it five.
I need to be at the precinct in five minutes.
Fine.
I will sponsor you.
Thank you, Detective Sullivan.
What did I get myself into? where the hell have you been? Get in here.
Why? What's going on? You need to get to the Lowenthal mansion right away.
- Why? - Sasha Lowenthal asked for you personally.
And why does a "handbag queen" wanna see me? Her son disappeared, so she called the mayor.
Oh, must be nice to have connections.
Yeah.
She called him, he called me.
I told him you'd be there in 15 minutes.
- That was over an hour ago.
- So you're gonna give me a car? Hmph.
No.
- Come on, how long are you going to punish me for? - A really long time.
Now go.
You guys look so cute when you mumble.
- Hey, police.
Get out of the car.
- What? I'm I'm sorry.
- Okay, bye.
- Have a good day good day, girls.
- What was that about? - Oh! Okay, okay.
You can't keep doing that.
- I'm a cop.
I can do whatever I want.
- I'm serious.
Come on.
This was only my second fare today, and you've ruined both of them.
We need to set so ground rules to this relationship.
Okay.
Well, we can talk about that while you drive.
Lowenthal mansion.
Make it fast.
Wow! My roommate Ronnie is gonna freak out.
I'm at the "handbag queen's" mansion, the maker of the most opulent bags in the history of the planet.
Who would pay thousands of dollars for a handbag? - Ronnie.
- Ronnie's an idiot.
Wait here.
Hey, by the way, did you hear the news? Yeah, they said slavery was abolished in this country a long time ago.
Amazing, huh? - Detective Sullivan.
- Yes.
Why are you in a cab? I'm undercover.
- Well, of course you are.
- Yes.
Your partner's not coming in? Oh.
No, he's not my partner.
You asked for me personally? If you can catch the park slope stalker, you can find my son.
Why do you think he's missing? I don't think he's missing, I know he is.
And this would be, um, Ian? I know Ian is as world famous For unspeakable behavior like Charlie sheen, but something's very wrong.
- Maybe he's with friends.
- Ian has no friends.
Sexual conquests, yes.
Leech hangers-on, too many to count, but friends No.
Come on in.
This is my son Mike, and his wife, Vanessa.
- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.
Yo.
Hey.
- What are you doing down there? - Just waiting.
- What you got there, man? - My specialty.
- You hungry? - Yeah.
Do you think Ian is missing? Well, he had an important medical procedure this afternoon that he wouldn't have missed.
Is he being treated for something serious? You mean besides terminal irresponsibility? It was a minor procedure for a minor problem, but Ian would not have missed it.
When was Ian last seen and by whom? All of us.
I was hosting a brunch here.
Fresh seafood straight from the sea to the table.
Yeah, my mother overindulges.
She hires fishing boat to go out the night before, and then come directly to the docks where vans rush the fresh seafood to her events.
As usual, my little brother was drunk and behaving erratically.
Ian was clean and sober.
- He has been for months.
- Mother.
So Ian has a substance abuse problem? - Not anymore.
- Yes.
He was drunk, Detective Sullivan.
I don't believe it.
Ian promised.
I suggested Ian go to his room and sleep it off.
Did he? I thought he did, but when I checked after brunch, he wasn't there.
Taste it.
It's organic lemons.
- Oh, my God.
It's good! - Thank you.
My name is Leo, by the way.
- Leo, how you doing, man? - I'm good.
Did anyone search the house and the grounds? Yes.
Is she okay? - I'm sorry, but you need to leave.
- Carmen! - Please! - Sasha, are you okay? I'll show her out.
Is that Mrs.
Lowenthal's nurse? No, Carmen, her assistant.
There's something you should know, Detective Sullivan.
Ian has a major drug problem.
Your mother-in-law said that he was clean and sober.
Rose-tinted glasses.
Ian's her favorite.
So where do you think Ian is? Shooting up in some alley.
Hanging out at a crack house.
Hooked up with a meth whore.
- It wouldn't be the first time.
- So, does this happen often? Mike and I don't always tell Sasha.
We just check him back into rehab.
I will file a missing persons report.
- Just let me know if you hear from him.
- Of course.
Mmm! Russ raced les 24 heures du mans.
I have no idea what you just said.
Please don't talk with your mouth full.
It's disgusting.
I raced in the 24 hours of le mans.
I'm Russ.
I'm the Lowenthals' personal chef.
You really must taste his pastries.
They're amazing.
Ahh.
They taste just like my grandmother used to make them.
Don't you think you should watch your waistline? No.
Reconsider that.
If you'll excuse me.
What? Okay.
- Detective Sullivan.
- Yeah.
There's something you need to hear.
I didn't want to say anything in front of my mother, but Ian called my cell.
At first, I thought it was a butt-dial, but - Well, just - Yeah.
- That's a v-8 engine.
- How do you know? A v-8 engine has a very distinctive sound.
That's the automatic transmission shifting gears.
That's a bell.
Inconsistent.
No rhythm.
A buoy in the water.
Oh, now you're just making stuff up.
You learned that from watching movies? No, in Marseille, my grandfather used to take me fishing.
And we hooked our boat up beside a buoy with a bell, just like that.
Three toots is the Fireboat.
You know toot, toot, toot.
It's the fire Never mind.
Anyway, I know where this is.
One of my passengers, Mr.
Joseph diesel, he's a regular Monday fare.
I drive him to the fishing boats every Monday to pick up fresh fish.
The car hit something.
Okay, what time did you receive this butt-dial? Because that's that's what it is.
- 12:29 P.
M.
- And when did you notice Ian was missing? My mother and Ian were going to go to the hospital together after lunch.
As I told your wife, I will file a missing persons report, but I'm sure he will turn up.
My brother would never miss this appointment.
There's always a first.
- So, are we headed to the Fireboat? - No, to the precinct.
What about the sounds on the cell phone? You were the one complaining about not getting enough fares, so take me back to the precinct and you can go back to work.
What are you doing? - What is wrong with you? - Sorry, Detective, but the man might need your help.
The man doesn't need my help.
He needs to check back into rehab.
I'm gonna puke! Well, you can forget about me sponsoring you.
Aah! I'm going to have you deported! What? You see? That's the buoy and the Fireboat.
What do you got? A turn signal cover.
Oh, yeah.
Looks like a vehicle skidded alongside the container.
Must have turned around too fast and lost control.
- Come on, over here.
- All right.
Come on, let's go.
All right, just slow down, Sherlock.
Look.
See that? These are pieces of a cell phone.
- The victim's cell phone.
- Oh, relax, columbo.
Actually, my little lady, I'd be more of a David Addison from moonlighting, which would make you Maddie.
- The Maddie Hayes? - Do not go there.
- Your nose is bleeding.
- What? That's not my blood.
Oh.
Is the head wound what killed him? No, superficial.
Well, he was a drug addict, and maybe he thought he could fly.
You guys are good.
So maybe, I don't know, he climbed up the crane, jumped off, hit his head on the way down, landed up there.
No.
Blood loss is postmortem.
He died from something else.
Autopsy and toxicology will tell us more.
He did have bruises on his wrists.
I'm thinking his hands were tied before he hit his head.
And the bruising was postmortem.
And we also found a long, black hair.
So he must know someone with long, black hair.
- Carmen.
- His mother's assistant.
- Sullivan, I need to see you.
- All right, I'm on my way.
Listen, let me know whenever you find out anything from autopsy or toxicology.
- I always do.
- That's why I love you.
- What's up? - Don't be mad, but the F.
B.
I is taking over the case.
- What? Why? - I don't know why.
The mayor called me.
I'm here to inform you.
They're on their way.
- But I found the body.
- Ahem.
Actually I did.
I should be the one to tell Mrs.
Lowenthal her son is dead.
- It's not your case anymore, Cat.
- She asked for me personally.
Don't you think she'd rather hear it from me than some stone-faced fed? All right, you go and break the news to her gently.
You tell her the F.
B.
I Is taking over the case and that's all.
- No questions, no notebooks, nothing, understood? - Yes.
Yes, Sir.
It's kind of you to want to tell Mrs.
Lowenthal in person.
Kindness has nothing to do with it.
I just want to see the reaction on everyone's faces.
So you don't think it was an accident? The look on your face give away the answer.
I find this whole eye-reading thing that you do incredibly annoying, and it's an invasion of privacy.
And it's creepy.
Don't look at me with puppy dog eyes.
Oh, okay, stop.
God! No, I don't think it was an accident.
And I don't think this his cell phone was a butt-dial.
I think he was trying to call his brother for help.
Or he was trying to tell you his brother is the killer.
You watch too many movie stop! - What's wrong? - It's a white van.
It has a v-8 engine.
There's damage on the side.
Stay here.
Stay here? - Hey, get away from my van! - Hands in the air! Now! Why do they always run? Whoa, nice puppy.
Good doggie.
Good doggie.
Ah! Hey, I took a shortcut.
I hope you don't mind.
- What happened to the side of your van, Walt? - That's what I'd like to know.
It was like that when I got home.
And if I find out who did it, I'm going to kick their ass.
- Who else has access to your keys? - I leave them in the van.
Who's going to steal it with that dog? You use that van to deliver fish? That's my job.
Did you deliver fish to the Lowenthal place earlier today? I told you, I just got home.
I was in jail.
Well, there's no prints.
The interior of the van was wiped clean With some sort of chemical and lemon juice.
I'm sending it to the lab for analysis.
Is that what you use to clean your van with? Do I look like I clean with lemon juice? Oh, no.
Sullivan.
Yeah.
Thanks.
- Looks like your story checks out.
- Get these damn cuffs off me.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
See, you're under arrest for evading a police officer and resisting arrest.
Oh, come on! Hey! Hey! Wait! No! Let's go.
We need to have a discussion about my compensation.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
- What are you doing here? - The case is closed, thanks to the work of the F.
B.
I What work? You didn't do anything.
What evidence do you have? Witness saw them fighting, then they got into a white van, only she returned.
- That's a lie.
- What witness? It's a federal case.
I can't tell you that.
I would never hurt Ian.
Please, you have to believe me.
Please, you have to believe me.
Ask Sasha.
Just ask Sasha.
- You're an ass.
- And you are out of your jurisdiction, so bye-bye.
Oh, when are we having dinner? I'll call you.
Detective.
Why did you marry that man? Oh.
"Secret talks to sell her company.
" - Mm-hmm.
- Why would she sell? I don't know.
We're gonna find out.
- Right there.
- Who is Ryan Sanders? - An old boyfriend.
- Oh.
Hey, Monica, where are my lab reports? - It's not your case anymore.
- Come on.
The inside of the van was cleaned with a mixture Of hydrogen peroxide, lemon juice and water.
It's a homemade, inexpensive, all-purpose cleaner.
It's inexpensive and non-toxic.
Thank you.
Hi.
Okay, get your stuff and let's go.
Act casual.
Act casual.
- What are you doing? - Slowly.
- Now? - Faster.
He's watching.
Sullivan! So how much money is the "handbag queen's" company worth? Hundreds of millions.
Maybe a billion.
- There are multiple suitors bidding.
- Why is she selling? - This information can't get out, Cat.
- Sure.
- The price will plummet if anyone finds out.
- Sure.
- Okay.
- Sasha Lowenthal has cancer.
She'll be dead in three months without a stem cell transplant.
Does she have a donor? Her son Ian is the only match.
I know about your cancer, and I know that Ian is gonna be your donor.
Who else knows besides your family? Carmen.
But I can assure you She had nothing to do with Ian's murder.
- She was framed.
- How can you be so sure? Because she was in love with Ian, and Ian was in love with her.
Excuse me.
Sorry, I can't hear you.
I'm gonna get closer.
Sorry.
F.
B.
I.
Has a witness that said that they saw them fighting, that Ian left with Carmen and then only Carmen came back.
Well, they argued, but she went to her room after.
- Did anyone see her in her room? - I don't know.
- Who else knows about your cancer? - Besides my family? The doctors, and my lawyer, Ryan's firm.
- Is there anybody else? - Florian de Graf.
- Who is he? - An infamous drug supplier To the wealthy idiots of New York.
Did Mike mention this to the F.
B.
I.
? An infamous yes.
Supplier They're looking for Florian.
And what would this man Florian get out of killing you? About a year ago, I cut off Ian's allowance.
Somehow he still lived like a king.
I think he made a deal with Florian.
Drugs and pocket money in exchange for a piece of his inheritance.
At the time, I had been told that my cancer was terminal, and I had about a year to live.
And that's when you found out about the stem cells.
Yes.
Ian had to be clean to donate.
Carmen helped him stay off the drugs and alcohol, and they fell in love.
But he was drunk when he disappeared? I didn't want to believe that, but Carmen told me that he was high on something.
That's why they argued.
He wouldn't have taken it himself.
He knew he had to be clean.
He had finally gotten himself together.
Florian de Graf.
This man has no soul.
You can see it in his eyes.
Yeah.
Hey.
So, prelim toxicology says your victim was roofied.
- Rohypnol? - Yeah, and a very high dose.
It was the cause of death.
- You didn't hear this from me.
- Right.
- Rohypnol.
- Yeah, date rape drug.
- Yeah, I know.
I watch a lot of CSI.
- I don't really care.
As a drug supplier, he could have gotten it.
We're gonna have to find Florian before the F.
B.
I does.
- Ronnie can find him.
- Ronnie? The idiot who will spend thousands of dollars on a handbag.
Yes, Ronnie.
Florian goes to the clubs, right? Ronnie knows everything about every club in this city.
I find that really hard to believe.
- Trust me.
- I don't trust you.
- You like dancing? - Yeah.
You look like a cop in a rented dress.
You need to loosen up.
Go get a drink.
Have some fun, girl! Okay, I am a cop, and I don't drink on the job.
Well, you should, because it might help loosen that stick up your ass.
You'll find Florian in the V.
I.
P Lounge.
Any friend of Ronnie's is a friend of mine.
- I don't drink.
- Neither do I.
There's no alcohol in it.
Oh, that's good.
I'm glad you like it.
Lovely smooth Peruvian from a well-drained field On the eastern slope of the Sierra Santa Maria.
Mm! A little immature though, but promising.
Pleasure to sell to a connoisseur.
Yeah, you are under arrest.
You, for the sale of a controlled for your sub - Substance? - What was in that drink? - It was a pleasure to meet you, Detective.
- You too.
Why is your face melting? Why? Why? Why, your face - He's getting away! Stop him! - Stop! I command you.
It didn't work.
Oy.
It didn't it didn't work.
Oh, wow.
Hello.
Fingers are funny.
Hey, they're weird.
- Oh, sorry.
- Leo, Leo, dance with me! Dance with me! Come on! Where are you going? - Yo, watch where you're going.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Why'd you kill Ian? - I didn't.
- Mm-hmm.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Oh.
What a pretty butterfly.
- Mm, not that one! - Okay - that's not - I got this.
Did you make a deal with Ian for a share of his inheritance? Yes, which is exactly why I had a vested interest in keeping him alive.
Last time I saw Ian, he was at the brunch, drinking what he said were virgin blue lagoons like they were water.
Rewind.
What is a virgin blue lagoon? A blue lagoon is blue curacao and vodka.
I have no idea what a virgin one would be.
Did Ian order it himself? Blue lagoons were all they were serving.
The whole theme was blue waiters outfits, napkins, candles, lights.
Mm.
They use blue dye in Rohypnol To make it hard to be used as a date rape rape drug.
So, I don't think there's any coincidence that all they served was blue drinks At a party where somebody got roofied.
Oh, stop that! Stop that, you bad little Oh, God, I hit him! I hit him! Will you stop that? Eww! Anyways, so whoever picked the color theme, kidnapped Ian.
Then I know who your kidnapper is.
Not a glass of water gets served at one of Sasha's parties Without her chef Russ tying up organic silk napkins.
The man who cleaned the interior of the van used a non-toxic solution as well, also organic.
I am flying off right now To get Russ with my butterflies.
We're gonna go oh.
Hold on, super girl.
I recommend ground transportation.
Along with lots of vitamin B and a good night's sleep.
You did this to me.
I tried to call her Kate, but she hated it.
I remember she wasn't even three years old and she said, "don't call me Kate.
I'm not Kate, I'm Cat.
" Her father thought it was cute, and she's been Cat ever since.
You know, I never wanted her to be a cop.
But she was always daddy's little girl.
And everything he did, she had to do.
And she had to work twice as hard to prove she was just as good as he was.
Her father's death has really changed her.
Mm, I know.
Well, good morning, Mary sunshine.
- How are you? - Why am I here? Sit up.
Sit up, sweetie.
Come on, I want you to drink this, okay? - What is it? - Full of vitamins and nutrients.
Let's go.
Okay, don't Mm-hmm.
Oh.
Oh! I have never seen anyone throw up so much.
It was like a fire hose.
Did you notice anyone suspicious on your staff at the party? Someone maybe left around There were over 60 people coming in and out of the kitchen the entire time.
Did you see Ian and Carmen arguing? Like I said, I was in the kitchen the entire brunch, with 500 guests howling for their hamachi.
- There wasn't a lot of time for breaks.
- Sounds like quite a party.
- What happened to your arm? - I cut myself cooking.
Really? Tock, tock, tock.
Here? That was pretty sloppy for a chef.
How bad is it? Let me see.
- Those look like bite marks.
- My girlfriend bit me.
She gets a little crazy during sex.
Yeah, I'm here.
No problem, I'll hold.
Yep.
Okay.
Okay.
Thank you.
Yes, much appreciated.
- That was a dog bite on his arm.
- I know.
Sous-chef says the kitchen was a madhouse, but she knows that Russ put in lavender-caraway soufflés in the oven at 12:15 And was there to take them out himself at 12:45.
She's positive because she was in charge of the timer.
It's a big gap.
To get across Brooklyn and back in 30 minutes, it's not possible.
Do you wanna bet? Sorry.
But we have to bust the chef's alibi.
Thirty minutes is nothing for someone who raced les 24 heures du mans.
Please, stop! Oh.
Okay.
- Two minutes to spare.
Have I proven my point? - Oh, God! I'll take that as a yes.
Oh, sit here.
You all right? Now we have to drive back.
Russ knew about Walt's van from his fish supplier.
The dog bit him when he took it.
He's probably the F.
B.
I'S witness.
I don't think so, Detective.
Oh.
Are you sure he didn't slip and fall on the knife? Mike was watching us out the window when we were here earlier.
No, no, no, no, please, please, please! Hey! Let us out! Mike, Mike, open the door! - Leo, calm down.
Calm down! - Open the door! Let us out! You know I have a problem with small spaces! - I gotta get out here! - Calm down.
- Gotta get out of here.
- Mike.
Mike, open the door.
- I can't.
I can't! - Mike, open the door! She told me to stop you.
She's holding my mother hostage to get out of the country.
She said she'd kill her if I told the police, or tried to follow her.
Okay, who has your mother? Let us out! Sorry.
Let us out! - Mike, Mike, come back.
Mike! - Would you just calm down? Stop it! Geez! What are you doing? It's a salami! - What are you going to do with a salami? - Let us out! Would you just stop freaking out? You're sucking up all the air.
Hey! I gotta get out of here! Okay.
Op it! Gimme! You're gonna hurt yourself or me! - Stop it.
- I gotta get out of here! Let us out! Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Calm down.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Right here.
The eyes, remember? Eyes.
Calm down.
Look at me.
We're gonna get out of here, okay? And when we do, you're gonna see somebody about your claustrophobia.
Okay? All right, take a breath.
Good.
I want you to fall on the floor and pretend like you're having a heart attack.
- What? - Just do it.
Here we go.
Mike, he's having a heart attack! Come on! Open the door! Mike, come here! See for yourself.
Come on, open it.
He's having a heart attack! Please! Let me see this.
What? Vanessa did this, didn't she? Yeah.
Why'd she kill the chef? Um, Russ started panicking after you talked to him.
I heard them fighting, and Vanessa attacked him with a knife.
- I tried to stop her.
- So they were working together? She took my mother to a private heliport at 39th street.
She's going to try to fly out of the country.
Why did she kill your brother? Russ and her were having an affair.
New York's a community property state.
She gets rid of Ian and my mother dies.
Which makes you the sole heir.
She waits six months, she divorces me, she takes half of everything.
She's the F.
B.
I Witness.
She framed Carmen.
F.
B.
I.
! F.
B.
I! Freeze! Freeze! Aah, he got to her first.
Mrs.
Lowenthal, you are under arrest, my dear.
Turn around.
Thank you.
You all right, ma'am? - Hey, Cat.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
God, he always was a glory hog.
Love you too.
This way.
'Cause he's a punk-ass bitch! Okay.
Seriously, tell me again, why did you marry him? Don't ask me that question.
The F.
B.
I Put a lot of man-hours into this case.
Rumor has it you have a suspect in custody.
- Well, hopefully you'll find another donor.
- I'm going to find her one.
Leo Romba, you're under arrest for immigration violation.
- Hands up.
- What? No, no, no, no, no.
- Detective Sullivan? - Officer, hey, this is a mistake.
- No mistake.
- Get off me! - Let's see the warrant.
- Calm down, Leo.
Let me see this.
- I knew it was her.
- Sorry, Leo, it looks valid.
- No! Get your - Hey, hey, hey! Come on! - Relax! - You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be held against you.
- You son of a bitch! You did this, didn't you? - He's here illegally.
- I can't go to prison.
- Leo, our lawyers will have you out within the hour, okay? I'm going to personally see to it.
- Do something.
- Hey, calm down, all right.
Just calm down.
Stay calm.
- It's gonna be all right.
- Okay, I trust you, Detective Sullivan.
It's Cat.
I trust you, Cat.
- Stop, stop, stop! - Take it easy! You're getting deported cab driver.
- Shut up! - Sullivan, move!