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Hey!

Damn.

Sullivan.

Cat, you mind tellin' 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

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 hurtin' 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

I know why I'm here,
Esposito.

Why are you

Hey!

No way
she's taking this guy in.

We'll cut 'em off.

Got 'em.

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.

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, Captain John Baker
for the mayor, please.
Yes, I'll hold.

The 125th, Captain Baker.
Captain John Baker.

The mayor just called my office
no more than 10 minutes ago.

Do me a favor. Tell him that
Det. 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.

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.

- No, not me.

Why not you?

Yeah, why not?

- 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.

- 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.

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
some 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.

- Just waiting.

- 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 boats
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 doin', man? I'm good.

Did anyone search the house
and the grounds?

Yes.

I'm sorry, but you need to leave.
Carmen!

- Please!

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.

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 'em.

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.

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

Because that's...
that's what it is.

- 12:29 p.m.
- And when did you notice
Ian was missing?

3:00 p.m. exactly.

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?

- 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 Tox.

- I always do.
- That's why I love you.

- Don't be mad, but the F.B.I.
is taking over the case.

What 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

All right, you go and you 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 movies.

Stop!

- 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

I don't know.
We're gonna find out.

- Right there.

- 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.

- This information
can't get out, Cat.
- Sure.

- The price will plummet
if anyone finds out.
- Sure.

Come on.

- 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 that Ian was 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.

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

The doctors,
and my lawyer, Ryan's firm.

- 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.? Yes.

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 tox says
your victim was roofied.

- 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.

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...

- It was a pleasure
to meet you, Detective.
- You too.

Why is your face melting?
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.

Come here!

Why'd you kill Ian?

- I didn't.
- Mm-hmm.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Ahem. Oh.
What a pretty butterfly.

Mm, not that one!

Okay. I got this. That's not...

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

Sit up. Sit up, sweetie.
Come on, I want you
to drink this, okay?

- 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 12:30
and didn't come back?

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!

It's just... Calm down. I gotta get out here!

- 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!
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. Stop 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.

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. Wh... What?
No, no, no, no, no.

- Officer, hey, this is a mistake.

Get off me! No mistake.

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!