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Detective Sullivan,
you do understand...

that you're responsible
for Mr. Romba
and everything he does?

Define "responsible."

He breaks the law,
you break the law.

- What?
- Both of you in two weeks.

Thank you, sir.
We'll be back here in two weeks
with, uh, nothing to report.

How long
is this sponsorship thing
supposed to last?

Could be years.

- Years.
- Each case is different.

I have one that's been
going on now for five years.

Wh-Wh-What do you mean
five years?

- What part of that
didn't you understand?
- Yes, which part?

The "every two weeks
for five years" part.

In that case,
it's actually every week.

Every two weeks
is good for me.
Thank you, sir.

Don't get in any trouble, Mr. Romba,
or you will be deported.

Oh, no, sir. Me?
No trouble at all.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Come on, I mean is there
any way that we can speed
this process along?

No.

But I'm just thinking... No!

The way you say it
makes it sound so horrible.

- It is horrible.
- No, it will be fun.

You know,
the way you look at me
sometimes scares me.

It should.

This is your stop.

Five years.

Gotta go.

Hey!
Hey, Mr. Wiesel!

Hello, Leo.

I was on my way
to pick you up.
Come on. Jump in.

I'm almost home.

What about
your groceries and... Oh, not today.

Is something wrong? No, no, everything's fine.

All right.
Well, at least, please,

let me enjoy the pleasure
of your company.

Please. Well, I certainly
enjoy my own company.

No reason not to spread
the wealth.

Are you sure everything's okay,
Mr. Wiesel?

What's not to be okay?
And with you,
how's your son?

Nico is great.
Thank you.

He's playing Quasimodo
in the new school play,
you know.

I wish I could see him.

I'm missing everything
in his life.

Being without
your family is hard.

- Ow.
- You really should
go see a doctor.

I do not need a doctor.
I just need you to fix my foot.

- Well, this looks very romantic.
- Please.

- Mind telling me what the hell
is going on over here?
- Nothing.

- Nothing?
- She might have a broken foot.

- I do not have a broken foot.
- A broken foot?

So I'll see you next week. Yeah, next week.

All right.
Oh, no, the ride is on me.

Thank you
for everything, Leo.

See you next week,
Mr. Wiesel.

Go!

I heard a rumor that the F.B.I.
is gonna be opening up a case...

on your, uh...
your father's murder.

Did your ex-hubbie Greggie,
he have anything to say
about this to you?

No.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

Huh. That's strange.

He sure has been spending
an awful lot of time in there.

Well, I think
he has a little crush
on Detective Wong.

Listen, I should also let you
know that Luke Capella has been
released from prison.

- When?
- Two days ago.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I just did.

Special Agent James.
Greg, it's Cat.

Listen, um, that dinner
you wanted, 7:30 tonight. Dinner.

Our old place.
Okay.

So, did you find
Mr. Wiesel?

Leo, you need to sit down.

- What happened to your foot?
- You ran it over.

- Me?
- Just... sit down.

What's going on?

We found Mr. Wiesel's body a few

- Well...
- He was beaten to death.

No.

I'm sorry.

Who would...

He's just an old man.
Who would do that?

I'm gonna find the bastards
who did this.

- You're not a cop, Leo.
- Then I'll help you find them.

- Leo.
- Come on, Cat.

You have to promise me
we'll find them together.

I can't make
a promise like that. Cat! Please.

Please.

I promise.

I'm gonna need you
to identify his body.

Okay?

Okay.

That's Josef Wiesel.

Monica thinks the people
that did this were trying
to get something out of him.

There's bruising
around his arms. Looked like
he was being held tight.

He has bruising
to the midsection, the stomach
and the lower back.

Looked like he was
being hit repeatedly.

He was tortured?

Someone was holding him
while someone else...

Did he ever talk to you
about being a survivor?

You didn't know?

Look, he has these
series of numbers...

that were given
to Hungarian Jews
in Auschwitz in May 1944.

I didn't know that.

We're gonna need you
to come to his apartment, Leo.

Okay.

- What happened to your leg?
- He ran over it.

Oh.

Okay, I want you
to look around...

and see if you see
anything out of place,

anything different,
anything at all.

Okay? Okay.

Fresh from the cleaners,
like he was going to a party.

Josef Wiesel
was no party guy.

Hey, evidence.
It's a crime scene.

Okay, you wanna explain to me
why a cab driver...

is gracing us
with his presence
at a crime scene?

He's a witness
to the abduction.

He's a valuable source
as to the character
of the deceased.

He's the only person
that's actually been
in this apartment before.

I also heard
he ran over your foot.

I've seen you come in and out
of Internal Affairs
a lot lately, Esposito.

Do you have a boyfriend
in there or something?

If you had anything to do
with my father's murder...

Sullivan. Sullivan. so help me God,

your ass... Back off!

Children, all on
the same side here.

All polished and ready,
like he was going
to his funeral.

He knew something
was going to happen.

Maybe he had a hot date,
or maybe you didn't know him
as well as you think you did.

Maybe he did.

I have what looks
like 10 bundles
of a thousand dollars each.

And a note.

"I'm hoping this will cover
the expenses of my burial."

I knew it.
I knew something was wrong.

And I just sat there
and let it happen. Any idea who the woman
in the photo is?

Eva. He said she died
a long time ago.

- Is she a family member?
- I don't know.

That's all he ever said
about her.

Esposito, what do you got?
- Everything's checked, sir.

- All right. Check it again.
- What are you doing here?

Anytime a Holocaust survivor
gets murdered in New York City,
it's news.

I want whoever did this
in cuffs in 48 hours.

You find 'em, Cat,
and you find 'em fast.

I'm gonna need a car.

Yeah, well, you can't drive
with a broken foot.

Maybe this will teach you
to slow down a little bit.

You know if I didn't know better
I'd think that you had paid him
to run over my foot.

He's the one
who ran over your foot?

Oh, that's just great.
That's really ironic.
Don't you think?

There were
at least two people
involved in the murder.

The victim left out money
for his own funeral.

All right, find out why.

I got a press conference
with the mayor in 10 minutes.

Hey. Look what I found
under the mattress.

"Had a wonderful dinner
with Eva yesterday."

I thought you said
she died a long time ago?

That's what he told me. Maybe he had dinner
with a ghost.

"Always so happy
when I see Marjorie."

No idea.

"I'm starting to fall
in love with Camille."

Never heard of her.

"Only two days till Thursday
and that means Eva."

So, Marjorie goes back
about 10 years,

Eva's about two years.

It looks like he had dinner
with her every Thursday.

And Camille, she came around
about six months ago.

- Cherchez les femmes.
- Cherchez Viagra.

This guy is 90 years old.
He should get an award.

Come on. Just because
a gentleman enjoys
the company of women...

- doesn't mean
he's having sex with them.
- Shows what you know.

All right, look.
You find the women,
you find the killers.

Maybe this is a jealousy thing.
He's making time
with another man's wife.

Making time? Yeah, making time.

Yeah, what century
are you from?

It's an expression.
It's the polite way to put it.

No, "hooking up,"
that's the polite way to say it.

Wait, wait, wait,
if he's doing three at a time,

how come the neighbors
never saw anybody come in
and out of the apartment?

Maybe he's
a workplace Casanova.

Oh, Sullivan,

you know that vehicle
you were asking about?

I got you one.
Really?

Yes, of course.
You asked, I give.

- Captain, may I?
- Yeah, would you get that,
Esposito?

Ta-da! There you go!
Take your pick.

Anything you want.
You take your pick.
It's on the city of New York.

Is there any women here named
Eva, Marjorie or Camille?

No.

Did he ever mention
those names? No, not to me.

Why was he still working
at his age?

I offered him retirement
at full salary,

but the answer
was always no.

Look, the gallery took him in
when he came here after the war.

He loved this place.
The artwork gave him peace.

Did he work Thursdays?

He worked every day
we were open.
He never missed a day.

Did he ever say anything
about meeting someone
for dinner on Thursdays?

Josef-watching was
a bit of a sport around here.

And word was that on Thursdays,
he would always stop
in a place around the corner...

and came out with
a bouquet of flowers.

Hi. Hello.

Can we ask you a couple
of questions about a man
named Josef Wiesel?

Mr. Wiesel. Yeah.

Six irises, special kind,
called Hungarian.

Very rare.
Expensive.

But every Thursday
he had to have.

Who were the flowers for? Every time I ask
Mr. Wiesel,

he just wink and say,
"For my fiancée."

Where did he take
the flowers to?

Always turn right next corner...
Washington Court.

Do you care to explain to me
what's going on here?

We are a licensed
therapeutic clinic.

We maintain
strict confidence
about our clients.

Licensed? Hmm.
By who? Whores "R" Us?

From the Institute
for Cognitive Realignment.

Now you're just trying
to make me laugh.

The women who work here
practice a specialized therapy,

in which men
act out the fantasies
that obsess them...

in order to release
their traumas that keep
those obsessions alive.

Oh, so maybe
you can help me
with my obsession.

I wanna catch the people
who murdered Josef Wiesel.

- Murder?
- Yes, murder.

I need to speak with Eva,
Marjorie and Camille.

No one
by those names here.

Oh, well, I can get a warrant,
or I can take you in for questioning.

It's your choice.

Josef sees Nadia
every Thursday.

Nadia.
So now there's four women.

Are you telling me
my Josef is dead?

Yes. Nadia.

Would you mind answering
a few questions for us?

Yeah.

How long has Josef
been coming here?

Two years.

He is not like
the bastards who think only,
"Where can I stick it in?"

He never touch me.
He only want to have dinner.

- Dinner?
- Here, with me.

- Why?
- There was woman he love
in Budapest... Eva.

They were going to marry,
but she die in Auschwitz.

He show me old photo of Eva.

He say,
"Wear dress like that."

Every Thursday, we pretend
like it is before the war,
in Budapest.

We listen to old music
and we talk.

Talk about what?

The pain in our hearts.

- I make it.
- It looks like the one
in the photo.

You have a client.

I have to change now.

- Where did you get
these bruises?
- Oh, I slip in shower.

- Someone's hurting you.
- Your client
is ready for therapy.

- Go, go, please.
- Don't be afraid, okay?

- My friend here
will protect you.
- Leo.

- Now, Nadia.
- She's obviously being held
against her will.

I know this scam.
Trust me, Cat.

First they get you a visa
and a plane ticket,

then force you
to become a sex slave
to pay off your debt.

Nobody force.
Everything is law.

- Come on. Let's go.
- No, no, please go now.

- Hey, hey. Leo!
- No, no, please go.

We have to go.
This is only gonna
make things worse for her.

Please, I beg you.
Please go. Now!

Now, Nadia! We're going.

Are you just gonna
leave her there?

Why aren't you arresting them?

She obviously doesn't
want to be there.

Yes, I know,
which is why I'm
turning it over to Vice.

They'll have this place
shut down in a week.

Sullivan.

Yeah.

Thank you.

The department ran a trace
on the cash Josef
left for his funeral.

The bills had consecutive
serial numbers...

heisted from an armored car
four years ago.

So now Josef
is an armed robber?

Hardly.

I know every name in the crew
that pulled that heist.

And their last names
were all Capella.

The Corleones
of South Brooklyn?

I thought they were
out of business.

Yeah, well,
that's the story
since Tommy died,

and his oldest son Luke
went to prison
for the Dean Street job.

I need you to take me
to Clark Street.

What's on Clark Street? Sofia Capella...

Tommy's widow,
Luke's mother.

Your plan is to go knock
at the Capellas' front door
and ask,

"Hey, yo.
Who beat that old man?"

Is that what you wanna do? Yeah.

Stay in the car
and try not to run me over.

Hey, I said I was sorry.

Oh, my...
Oh, my God, Cat.

It's so good to see you.

- Hi. Anabella Capella.
- Leo Romba.

Come on. Come in.
Come on.

What? I got
so lonely in the car.

Grandma, you're not gonna
believe who's here.

- Why are you here?
- Grandma.

How long has it been?
You look great.

This isn't a social visit,
Anabella.

- Where's your Uncle Luke?
- Right here.

Hello, Caitlyn.

Some bills from
the Dean Street robbery
turned up.

I was just curious if you knew
who put them in circulation.

Like I said at the trial,
I've never seen any money.

Your old man must have taken it
to his grave with him then, huh?

Cat.

I want you to leave.

Department issue new vehicles
while I was on vacation?

- You recognize this man?
- No.

No?
He was beaten to death.

- Oh, my God.
- You ever heard of
a Marjorie or a Camille?

- New partner?
- No, actually I'm...

Why are you here, huh?
I served my time.

Is that what a man's life
is worth to you, three years?

I was cleared
of the homicide charge
by a jury of my own peers.

A jury
that you bought off.

- My son...
- Your son executed a guard
in cold blood!

- Cat.
- You know what,
you're going down for this,

because the man
that you had beaten to death
was a Holocaust survivor.

All right.

Your father tried
to take me down.
Look what happened to him.

If I find out
that you had anything to do
with my father's murder,

I will kill you myself!

Are you okay?

You need to take
a deep breath.

You look like you're
about to have a stroke.

I'm Irish.
This is what we look like.

When you want
to kill someone?

The Dean Street robbery
was my father's case.

The guard
that Luke executed...

was not the first person
that the Capellas murdered.

Double tap
to the back of the head.

In Brooklyn,
we call it Capella-style.

My father was after
the Capellas for years,

but they always managed
to kill the witnesses
or buy their way out.

My father one night,
he, uh,

he shot and killed
Tommy Capella.

Internal Affairs
said that it was justified.

But?

Oh, there's no but.
He got what he deserved.

But you were obviously friends
with this man's granddaughter.

- Anabella was
my best friend, yeah.
- Your father must have known.

Anabella's father was
the black sheep of the family.

He was a doctor
and a good one.

He died last year.

Sullivan.

Cat, it's Anabella.

I know you're not alone,
so don't say a word
or I'll hang up.

I know about Camille.

Meet me in the park
where we used to play.
Fifteen minutes. Come alone.

Thanks for the information.

It's an old case.
Hey, can we, uh...
Can we pull over?

I think I just need to be alone
and cool down for a bit.

You sure you're okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Go. Pick up passengers
and make some money.

Taxi!

Remember when we used
to come here as kids?

We'd work on
our Spice Girls routine
over there.

Oh, God.

And that's where we would take
turns practicing kissing on
Nicky Wilson's little brother.

Best day
of Bobby Wilson's life. Yeah.

What happened to Bobby?
He was cute. I don't know.

Did you guys? No. No.

No? You?

Once. Oh, my God.
You didn't tell me?

I thought you liked him. No! Ew! No.

How was he? Great, for 20 seconds.

Oh, man.

Oh, I miss you, Cat.

I've never had
a friend like you.

What happened to us?

Well, you went off to college,
then graduate school.

And I became a cop.

That doesn't mean
we can't still be friends.

It's a little awkward
under the circumstances,
don't you think?

You said you knew
something about Camille.

I overheard
my Uncle Luke say, um,

"You want Camille
on her deathbed?

Five million
and it's done."

Who is Camille?

I don't know.
I was hoping you could tell me.

I have no idea.

Did your Uncle Luke
have anything to do
with my father's murder?

I don't know, Cat.

Why are you doing this?

To save Camille's life.

There's been enough
killing by my family.

I have to go.

- You gotta leave town.
- What?

I was right,
the Capellas are involved.

Which means you did a very
stupid thing getting out of
your car at their brownstone.

Luke probably recognized
you and your taxi.

I think you're right.
I have two men on my tail.

All right,
I'm in Prospect Park.
Are you close?

- I can be.
- Lead them to the road
by the ravine.

- I'll be waiting there.
- Be there in a minute.

Esposito, I need you.

Get out of the car!
Come on. Quick! Easy! Easy! Easy!

- Where is it?

- What?

You want us to do
the same thing to you
that we did to the old man?

Get off me!
You killed Josef Wiesel!

- N.Y.P.D. Freeze!
- Go, go, go!

Drop it!

Now tell me, Thad,
what is a guy
with no criminal record,

summa cum laude of crap
from Harvard...

and an M.B.A. from Yale doing
mixed up with Luke Capella?

Are you familiar
with the Sixth Amendment?

Hey, answer the questions,
smart-ass.

Anabella Capella went to Yale.
Is that the connection?

Uncle Luke spotted you, thought
you might have the right stuff
to be a wiseguy?

This guy's not tough enough
to be a wiseguy.

- He's a mook.

- Are you a mook?
- "Mook." I love this word.

Did you know the word "mook" was
popularized by Martin Scorsese's
film Mean Streets?

No, I didn't.

- I'm a big film buff, you know?
- Oh, you are?

- Yeah, TV too.
- Oh, good.

- You?
- No. No, I don't go
to the movies.

And I don't watch TV,
except the ball game.

Really? Yeah.

That's a shame.

Mr. Mayor.

Yeah. I'm on my way
right now.

Now I know where Cat
got that look from.

Who's Camille?

And why would someone be willing
to pay five million dollars...

- to put her on her deathbed?

- What's the "it"
you're so eager to find?
- Until my attorney gets here...

The police in Marseille
have a very effective way...

of getting bad guys to talk
before their lawyers show up.

Yeah, well, we have laws
in this country, Leo.

I swear it's a...
it's a legitimate
police technique.

- I had nothing to do
with killing the old man!

I just drove him
to the Starbucks
on Lafayette...

and waited until I got the call
to give him the suitcase
with the money.

- How much money?
- A million dollars.

- You gave an old man
a million dollars?
- As soon as I got the call.

What did the call say?

"We've got Camille."

Who is Camille?
A witness?

- Camille is...
- Not another word!

This interview is over.
Either charge him with
something or release him.

Oh, we're charging him
with something... with assaulting
an N.Y.P.D. consultant.

Consultant.

All right, if Mr. Wiesel
was such a sweet, old guy,

why was he getting 20%
on a five million dollar mob hit?

I have no idea.

There's no way Josef Wiesel
helped the mob kill somebody.

- How would he even know them?
- One of them
went to the gallery,

made him an offer
he couldn't refuse.

That's not
actually the quote.

And how do we know preppy boy
wasn't lying about the money?

He tells us
he handed Josef
a suitcase at 10:00 a.m.,

and then a few minutes later,
I see him, no suitcase?

- Gone?
- So he stashed it.

I mean that's why
Luke's goons beat him up.
They wanted it back.

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would they pay somebody
for a job and then try to get
the money back an hour later?

They're bad people.

That's what
bad people do. Mm.

Shows how much you know
about mobsters.

- Oh.
- Look, they're businessmen.

They know the minute you
start stealing money back from
the people you do business with,

people stop doing business
with you, period.

They only come for a refund
if you try to screw them.

That's it!
Josef must have screwed them.

They thought they had Camille,
but they didn't.

Okay, you're gonna
have to explain to me...

how someone can think
they have somebody
and not really have her.

Okay, I don't know, but Josef
knew he screwed them...

and what they
were going to do about it.

That's why he had his suit
laid out and left money
for his own funeral.

- Then Camille is still alive.
- And we must find her
before the Capellas do.

- Would you stop pacing?
- And how can you
just sit there calmly?

You ran over my foot.
You forgot that part?

I do.
You keep reminding me.

Excuse me.

Yeah, it's Sullivan.

I need you to bring
up Josef Wiesel's diary
from the evidence room.

"Marjorie was right,
starting to fall
in love with Camille."

"Lunch with Marjorie
and Camille."

"Camille more beautiful
than ever."

"Marjorie says Camille
is almost ready."
I don't know what that means.

"Nothing makes me happier
than lunch with"...

And "Camille was radiant
when I saw her today
at lunchtime."

"Lunch with Camille
under the mulberry tree.

The blossoms on
the mulberry tree were almost
as beautiful as Camille."

They met in a park
for lunch.

You know how many parks
there are in New York?

Is there a tree in the gallery?

There's a tree
in the north atrium.

Mulberry? Yes.

Okay.

Mulberry tree. Yep.

Is there a Camille
in here?

Right behind you.

Hmm? Right there.

Camille On Her Deathbed.

What is it? It was a painting.

Claude Monet.

Five million is not a bad price
for a painting...

that's probably
worth tens of millions.

Yeah, but the painting
is right there.

Unless it's a fake.

Marjorie? Yes.

Josef loved
to watch me paint.

Did you paint a copy of
Camille On Her Deathbed?

Yes. Josef said
it was my masterpiece.

He even wanted to buy it,
but I told him...

he could only have it
if he accepted it as a present.

Is it possible
that he could have switched
your copy with the original?

You mean
so he could steal it?

You don't know Josef if you
could even say such a thing.

Look, I know Monet
and I know me.

That masterpiece there,
it's Monet.

I sign my paintings
"Marjorie," not "Monet." So, why would the Capellas
give Josef a million dollars
for a fake?

They obviously
thought it was real,
and then realized it wasn't.

Yeah, but why give him
the million dollars
if they weren't sure?

- Oh, shoot, I'm late.
- For what?

Dinner.

Did the F.B.I.
open an investigation
on my father's murder?

Is that why you agreed
to have dinner with me?

You opened it,
didn't you?

- Yes.
- Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's
a federal investigation, Cat.

Why did they open it?

Well...

You opened it,
didn't you?

You did that
just to get back
in my good graces?

No.

I did it because I think
your Internal Affairs...

is stonewalling
their investigation.

And because like you,
I think that something happened.

And I think there's
some sort of cover-up.

I'm sorry.

I forgot how much fun it is
having dinner with you.

I said I'm sorry.

So, have you received any more
anonymous texts?

The last one was
two and a half weeks ago.

- You trace the number?
- It's always a pre-paid cell phone.

Eddie Esposito is in and out
of that I.A. office every day.
I swear he knows something.

Keep an eye on him.
You should know the only witness
has disappeared.

- When?
- A few days ago.

She hasn't been to work
or her apartment.

Luke Capella just got
into South Brooklyn
a few days ago.

Luke Capella? You think he had something to do
with your father's murder?

He implied as much.

You need
to be careful, Caitlyn.

- Sullivan.
- It's Marjorie.

I just got a letter from Josef.
It was sent yesterday.

Where are you?
My apartment.

Marjorie?

- Marjorie?
- Detective Sullivan?
Is that you?

Are you okay?
Yes, I think.

Oh, my God. Who did this?

Right after I called you,
two men...

- What did they want?
- "The money," they said.

- I don't have any money.
- Did they take Josef's letter?

No. I hid it.

Sullivan.

Sullivan, I got a little
bad news for you.

Your lead suspect Thad?
He was found stabbed to death
in his jail cell at Rikers.

Looks like he was killed
for talking to you.

- I'll leave it on your desk.
- Got it.

All right, there's
a plane ticket to Paris...

and a pre-paid hotel room
in Giverny.

Giverny is where Monet
had his studio and his gardens.

"Dearest Marjorie...

I hope it gives you as much joy
to see the garden that inspired
Monet's paintings...

as it gives me
to send you these tokens
of my affection.

With love
and friendship always, Josef."

He knew it was my dream
to go to Giverny.

This was sent
from the post office
at Seventh and Lafayette.

That's halfway between
the Starbucks where Josef
got the money...

and where I picked him up.

Wait a minute.
If he stopped to send
a plane ticket to Marjorie,

he probably sent the money
to someone else
at the same time.

Did Josef
ever mention anybody else
that he was close to?

Like family,
maybe in Hungary?

No, the only person
he ever talked of was Eva,
his fiancée.

But she died
a long time ago.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, when he told me
what happened to her...

Such a sacrifice.

- Hmm?
- What sacrifice?

- You don't know?
- Know what?

The... The day that Josef
was going to marry Eva,

the Nazis shipped all the Jews
in Budapest to Auschwitz.

Somehow, Josef and Eva
found a way to talk.

They planned their escape
for months,

but then Eva fell
and broke her leg when
they tried to flee the camp.

So, she acted as a decoy.

She told Josef
if he really loved her,

he would run
and live life for both of them.

The last thing Josef saw
when he looked back...

was the guard shooting Eva.

Wow.

Eva sacrificed herself
to save Josef. Yes.

And Josef sacrificed his life
in order to save his new Eva... Nadia.

He sent the money to Nadia.

- There she is.
- What is that car?

That's the man
who jumped me!

Let's go!

All right, go.
Go, go, go, go, go!

Wait.

Move and you're dead!

All those college degrees
and you guys are so stupid,

you didn't even check
the signature on the painting.

You let an old man
rip you off.

But there is
good news for you.

All you have to do
is tell me that Luke Capella
set the whole thing up,

and the D.A.
will be your new best friend.

Who's Luke Capella?

Mm, you're gonna play
that game.

- You are dumb.
- Luke Capella is gonna
have you killed.

Just like
your friend Thad.

You beat an old man to death...

a Holocaust survivor.

You're going away
for life.

And the only thing
that's gonna help you...

is rolling over
on Luke Capella.

Take your time.

You have mail.

Oh.

"Dear Leo.

Here's a plane ticket
from Marseille
to New York...

for your son Nico.

I don't know when he'll
be allowed to visit you,

so I've made it
an open ticket.

Have a wonderful life.

With deep thanks
for your friendship, Josef."

- Who's Josef?

A very dear friend.

You said it was important. It is.

You're gonna
want to sit down.

What?

Luke Capella never ordered
a hit on your father.

How do you know that?

Because we have
a man undercover,
and I just learned...

that Anabella took over
the family business
after your dad killed Tommy.

Anabella.

She's the new godfather.