All language subtitles for Taxi.Brooklyn.S01E04.Precious.Cargo.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD5.1.x264-NTb_track3_eng

Five dollars
for a bottle of water?

Do I look like
a French tourist to you?

- Hey! Hey!
- Hey!

- Please tell me you aren't hurt.
Somebody stop him!

No, I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Are you sure?
Okay. Yes, I'm fine.

Did he get much?

It's not the theft that hurts.
It's the disgrace
to the family name.

I was raised to rescue
damsels in distress,

not to be the one
who distresses the damsel.

Don't worry. I don't...
I don't distress easy.

Where are my manners?
Rhys Richards.

In your debt
and at your service.

Sullivan, 125th Precinct.

Uh, and don't get
your hopes up.

Rather too late
for that I'm afraid.
Uh, skyrocketing.

I meant about your bag. Of course you did.
I'm an idiot.

Well, I should tell you...

that our success rate
for stolen property
is less than stellar.

But if you file a report,
I will see to it personally...

that it makes it
to the top of the stack
before next Christmas.

You're very kind.

The address for
the precinct's on the card,
as well as my number.

Good God,
it actually worked.

What worked?

I set this whole thing up,
so I could get your number
and... and presto.

Worth the rental
on the actor
who played the mugger.

It was very convincing.

Yeah, I'm very sorry
about that. Are you...
You're sure you're all right? Oh, no, this is nothing
compared to being shot.

You've been shot? Twice.

You are a remarkable woman,
if you don't mind me saying so.

No, I don't mind
at all actually.

Excuse me. Of course.

Sullivan.

On my way.

Um, sorry,
but, uh, duty calls.

Bye. Bye. Okay.

- Oh, my God, he is so cute.

Who's cute?

None of your business.
I need a ride.

- No. Tell me who's cute.
- Um...

A puppy. Huh?

There's a puppy on the street.

A puppy? I love puppies.
I especially love puppy breath.

Would you please just get here?
On my way. Where are you?

Is that your anonymous
texter again?

No, it's my mother.

Why are you lying to me?

No, seriously. Why?

I don't care to lie to you.
Come on.

It's your mother?

Yes. Turn left.

Please?

Enlighten me.

We got one victim, single
gunshot wound to the chest,
point-blank range.

Anybody else home
with the victim?

Yeah, unfortunately.

Oh, boy.

Very Jackson Pollock, huh?

Whatever.

Don't worry, kids.
Everything will be all right.

Those poor kids.

Was it their mother
who got shot?

Foster. Foster.

So then they have no one.

Do you really need
to interview these kids now?
I mean, they're devastated.

Kids forget things fast. They already said
they didn't see anything.

Well, even that is a clue.

Can you think of anybody
who would want to hurt
their foster mother?

Nancy Cavanaugh.
The Mother Teresa
of the neighborhood?

No, absolutely not.

The kids nobody wanted...
behavioral problems,

arrest records...
her door was always open.

Three of these kids
she adopted.

She was in process
on the last two.

She married? Yeah, husband's Kevin.
Police just informed him.

He's headed back
from Philly now.
He traveled for work, so...

Okay. I'll meet you
at the precinct. Okay.

Father's on his way back.

Are you all right?

I just know what those kids
are going through.

They're scared.
They have no one.

And they know
all these people don't care.

They're just
doing their jobs.

Cat.

Hey. The victim had
a kitchen knife in her hand.

- Hey.
- Hi, Monica.

Did she put up a fight? Well, not really.

Gun beats knife any day.

Murder weapon? It's a .38.

She was hit right
through the heart and was dead
before she hit the ground.

I sent the blood splatter
to the computer though.

There's something atypical about it. What's that?

I don't know.
That's why I sent it
to the computer. Hmm.

- Get out of here.
- See you later.

Hey, check this out.

One of the kids
told the first responders...

that a pair of candlesticks
is missing.

Candlesticks.

And then what happened?

Nancy... Mom.

She was...

There was blood everywhere.
She wouldn't answer,
so I called 911.

None of you heard anything? We had the TV on loud.

The other kids
were running around,
playing and screaming,

so Mom made us
shut the door.

A gun was fired
and you heard nothing?

That's what I said.
You hard of hearing or stupid? - Can we get a cop
with a good two feet?
- Tristan!

- You know, I might...
- She's trying to help.

Then she should be out there
looking for who killed our mom.

How about earlier
in the day?

Did you see anybody
snooping around?

Anybody get in an argument
with your mom?

Where's Kevin?
Can we just go home now? Sorry, Tristan,
but for the time being,

you'll all be placed
somewhere safe
and supportive.

Together? We'll do our best.

Which means no.

Excuse me.

I found a shadow
in the blood splatter.

- Yeah, and got covered in her blood.

A second intruder. No, judging
from the height,

I think it was a kid.

So you have a witness, Cat.
You just got to figure out
what kid it is.

Do you know how
to deal with kids?

Because this... I'm having
a really tough time with this one.

Buy him a hot dog.

I liked hot dogs when I was a kid,
so buy him a hot dog.

Captain.

You caught me.

All right, all right,
all right. Help yourself.

Give me a dog
with everything.

You finding me by accident
or you want something?

It's never by accident. Yeah, don't I know.

I want to open an investigation
into Anabella Capella.

Anabella Capella?

The only good Capella
in the family
besides her father?

God rest his soul.

I have, uh...
I have information that
Anabella is the new godfather.

What?
Wait a minute.

We talkin' about
the same little girl
who was your best friend?

Yep. The smart one,
went up to Yale?

Yeah, no, she's smart.
She's smart
like her Grandfather Tommy.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I don't think
Anabella's father, the doctor,

was the reason
that she went to college.

I think
her Grandfather Tommy was.

Why are you bugging me
with this? I'm trying
to eat my dog in peace.

'Cause Tommy was smart.

He knew Anabella's father
wanted nothing to do
with the family business.

And Tommy's other son, Luke?
He doesn't have the brains.

But Anabella does.

Tommy saw the changing world,
and he knew that he needed
someone young and smart...

and someone
related by blood.

Boy, oh, boy.
You and Anabella must have
had a real falling out, huh?

I think she ordered
the hit on my father.

I knew it.
I knew this is where
you were going.

Your father's
murder investigation
is not your case.

John. Don't "John" me.

Now if you heard something,
or you know something,
you give it to I.A.

Now you got information?
From who?

Your anonymous texter?

I have a witness
waiting for me.

But thank you
for the dog.

He'll pay.

Yeah, this is Baker.
Keep an eye on Sullivan.

I got you a hot dog.

I hate hot dogs.

What kinda kid
hates hot dogs?

Me.

I don't like hot dogs either. Great.

We have evidence that
either you or your brother
or one of your sisters...

was with your mother
at the time of her murder.

Guess what.
Your evidence is wrong.

Yeah? You said
you went upstairs
to get juice and cereal.

She was already dead
when I got up there.

Sure about that? Yeah, I'm sure.

Any of the other kids
go upstairs? Nope.

- Okay. Our evidence...
- Blows.

Because we were
all in the basement.

I understand.
You're afraid that
if you say anything,

that the killer's
gonna either come
for you or your siblings,

but I promise you,

the police...
will protect you.

Can I go now?

No, you cannot.
But you can start
telling me the truth,

because lying
to a police officer
is a serious offense.

I told you.
None of us saw anything.

None of us.

Tristan, will you wait
outside please?

Gladly.

Try another approach,
Detective.

Intimidation doesn't work
with these kids.
They've seen it all.

Kids, you can thank
Detective Sullivan.

She asked me to get
these pastries for you.

And there's plenty
for everyone.
Don't be shy, Janie.

They don't look like much
on the outside, but trust me,
on the inside...

Mmm.

Mmm, a surprise.

Here.
Here's one for you.

Good girl. Oh, is that chocolate?

Chocolate is my favorite.

When I was your age,

I would've had chocolate
with every meal
if my mom would've let me.

She didn't.

- Janie, do you...
Did you see the person who...
- There you are, my babies.

- Oh, my babies.
- Hey, Kevin!

What are we going to do
without our Nancy? Daddy!

You, uh...
You must be Kevin?

I'm, uh...
I'm Detective Sullivan.

Thank you for watching out
for my babies. Of course.

Where's Tristan?

He was just here.

Oh, he went to the bathroom.
He said he wasn't feeling well.

Will you check to see
if he's all right?

I'm just gonna
interview the kids.

Can't it wait? No.

I'm sorry.
I'm gonna need to
speak with you as well.

Of course.

Uh, Detective Sullivan,
we have a little problem.

Excuse me.

- Oh, damn it!

- Well, it appears...
He climbed
out the window.

What kind of a cop
loses a kid?

We know you're frustrated,
and we know this is
difficult for you.

Now we've issued
an Amber Alert.

All the major news outlets
and all their affiliates
are gonna carry the story.

Tristan's photo has been
distributed to every bus,

train, subway station,
airport, shelter
and squad car in the city.

Now he's out there,
and we're gonna find him.

Do you know of any places
that he could have gone?
Does he have any family members?

His mother overdosed
when he was six. She never
knew who the father was.

Grandparents?
Aunts, uncles?

None that we know of.
He's only 10.

Out there in the city,
all alone.

What if something
happens to him?

How do I tell the kids they lost
their brother the same day
they lost their mother?

We are doing everything
that we can to find him.

Really? Because it sounds like
you did everything you could
to get him to run away.

I'm gonna go home
and get the place ready
for when the kids get back.

It might not
be a good idea...

to take the children back
where their mother was killed.

- No, but I'm a father.

Don't tell me
how to raise my kids.

First your detectives
lose my son,

and now they're telling me
how to raise my kids.

- He's not a detective.

He's a consultant.

The department uses them
from time to time.

- He's a temporary assistant.
- It's temporary assist... Consultant.

You better hope
nothing happens to my son,

or I am going to sue you,
this department
and the city.

You find that kid.
You hear me?

Finding kids
is not necessarily my...

You find the kid,
and you take your
consultant with you.

I don't know anything
about kids.

Luckily for you, I do.

Perfect.

How many drivers
will this go out to?

Um, everyone
in the tri-state area.

What?

You and I need to have
a serious conversation
about a makeover.

And I mean
a permanent makeover.

Well, I like
the way that I look.

So do lesbians
at Home Depot.

What is wrong
with what I am wearing?

Oh, please, it would take
a whole day just to list
everything you have going wrong.

I mean, the hair.

The clothes.

- Your hair is cute. I love it.
- Thank you. Very much.
Thank you.

I mean, you have somewhat
of a body, flaunt it.

You don't have much
for headlights,

but maybe with
a little padding and...

Just send it.

Sucked into the landing port
of the mother ship.

Uh-huh.
And you witnessed it?

- Yeah.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Hey, Sullivan.
Did you put out a call...

to every whack-job in the city
to, like, call my phone?

Yeah, I called
your mom too. Yeah, great.

125th Precinct,
Esposito talking.

- Detective Sullivan's office.

Excuse me.
Where might I find
Detective Sullivan?

Yeah, 'cause
their rotation sucks,
and the kid could not do worse.

Right. Thank you, sir.
Thank you for calling.

Please, do not give me those,
or I will be the laughingstock
of the entire police force.

Got it.

Excuse me, sir. Yes.

Rhys Richards.

I wanted to give you these,
as a token of thanks... to you
and your exceptional team
of officers...

for saving me from the clutches
of a vicious attacker earlier today.

I hope I haven't
embarrassed you, old man.

I'm simply honoring
a century's-old
British tradition...

whereby gentlemen offer
flowers to other gentlemen
in positions of authority...

as a show of gratitude
and, uh, and respect.

I'm off to the mayor's office
next as it happens. Cheers.

Detective Sullivan.

What the hell is this?

This guy. Who is he? I've never seen him before.

Oh, your eyes
don't say that.

Yeah, well,
your eye reading must be off
because of my eye allergies.

You don't have
any eye allergies.

It shows how much you know
about me. I have had
eye allergies since I was a kid.

Oh, God, they're so itchy. Detective Sullivan's office.

Sullivan,
I got something for you.

On the murder
or the missing kid?

On both.

Why don't you take
Esposito Captain.

Go out with Sullivan. I don't know how
to explain this.

Some guy... You don't
have to explain.

- Would you put those down
and go with Sullivan, please?
- Of course, that's...

That phone is for
authorized personnel only.
Now put it down.

You better have a good reason
for dragging me in here.

Like maybe some sex,
sweet thing.

That's police brutality. No, no, no.
Police brutality...

is what's going to happen
to you next if you don't
apologize to the lady.

Sorry.

Go ahead, Detective.

So, Sami,
yesterday afternoon,

security guards
at JFK Middle School...

saw you chase
a 10-year-old boy named Tristan
onto school grounds,

threatening
to rip his head off. Hypothetical situation.

You walk into your apartment.
You find some kid
who's ripping you off.

He jumps out the window
and runs away.

Do you, A: Sit down
and knit him a pair of socks?

Or do you, B: Kick his ass?

A 10-year-old kid stole
from a big bad d

Yeah, he took my Surface tablet
and a couple hundred bucks
in cash.

So after you got chased off
by school security,

did you,
follow Tristan home,

and B: show up this morning
to shoot his mother
in the chest?

I'm gonna pop
some kid's mom for a tablet
and a couple hundred bucks?

What kind of person
do I look like?

A douche bag.

Now I'm offended.

I expect that from him,
but not from a sweet thing
like you.

My balls.

See, I am far from sweet.

So, where were you
this morning?

I was enjoying
a nice, full body massage...

at a little Asian place
on Flatbush. They got cameras
in every room...

for the protection
of the girls.

So you're gonna have
some very enjoyable viewing,
if you know what I'm saying.

- You're a pig.
- Yeah, if you find my tablet,
I want it back.

It was a present
from my ex, Cheryl.

Even though
she's a heartless bitch,

- it has sentimental value.

Sorry to interrupt,
but a driver
just found Tristan.

Where? New Jersey.

Book him
on suspicion of murder.

My pleasure.

Where I picked him up
at a bus station in Paterson.

He said he wanted
to go to a water tower that
looked like a flying saucer.

Yeah, I asked him where it was,
but before he could answer me,
he passed out in the backseat.

Then I saw the alert
from Ronnie on a phone.

Take him to the nearest
state police office and text
my number with the address.

And my reward is?

You'll have
the satisfaction of knowing...

that you helped
a runaway child
find his way home.

Yeah, that's not
gonna work for me.

How's triple the fare? Okay.

Next stop
New Jersey State Police.
I'm on my way.

Oh, I know.
We can play
road trip games.

Yes, maybe we could play
the "How long can
we be quiet?" game.

That one is my favorite.

I don't like this game.
We could... Oh, let's sing.

Good. What's
your favorite song? I like to sing solo.

Really?
Okay. Go ahead.
Let's do this.

So low you can't hear me.

- You actually made a joke.

Oh, my God.
Is that the first time ever?
I'm sorry I didn't laugh.

I was just too flabbergasted.

Who is that anyway?

Is that your
anonymous texter again?

No. It's my mother.

Oh.

Sullivan.

Okay, thank you.

Well, there goes our suspect.

Sami?

His alibi checked out.
He was doing
unspeakable things...

in dimly lit rooms
when the victim was killed.

Ick. Now that image
is burned into my mind.

You know what?
Music.

I made this very special
highway playlist.
You're gonna love it.

What do you mean
he's not here?

We waited for him,
but the taxi never showed.

Okay.
You couldn't call me?

Put out an A.P.B.
for the driver.

Okay. We could do that or...

Hey. Yes.

Hey, buddy. Look, I am
at the state police substation.

And I am willing
to pay quadruple the fare...

if I can make it
across town in 15 minutes.

Can you make it happen?

Beautiful.
Thank you.

I'll take it from here. Yes, ma'am.

Get out of the car. Hey, hey, hey.

I'm the officer
you lied to on the phone.

- I didn't lie. He jumped out.

Jumped out where? He didn't jump out.

Hey. Hey-Hey, that's mine.
My-My son gave me that.

Oh, yeah?

"With love and
hot sex forever, Cheryl."

He's dyslexic...
Charley... okay?

Hey-Hey! What did you do
with the boy?

Look, he heard me talkin'
to you guys, okay?

He begged me
not to take him
to the police.

So he offered me
that laptop computer
if I didn't, so I did.

- He wanted to go somewhere
in the country.

You dropped a kid
in the middle of nowhere?

Hey, it's not nowhere, okay?
It's New Jersey.

Same thing.

You know what?
You are a disgrace
to the profession.

What?
I'm a consultant.

- You slapped him.
- I was consulting.

Kids are tougher
than you think.

I once stole a Mercedes-Benz
from the head
of the Corsican gang.

I had to hide out
in the hills for a week.
I lived like an animal.

Yeah, but you weren't
10 years old.

Yes, you're right.
I was eight.

What kind of eight-year-old
steals cars?

The kind that don't have
any other choice.

There he is!

Tristan!

Come back!

Tristan!

Don't make me run.
I hate it.

Tristan, I know you ran
because you saw something,

and you're afraid
the killer's gonna
come after you.

You don't know dick.

Hey.
You watch your mouth,
young man.

Understand?

We can't catch the person
who killed your mother
if you don't help us.

We need you
to come back to Brooklyn.

No. I'm going
to my Aunt Laura's house.

I remember.
It was around here somewhere.

And it had a big water tower
that looked like a flying saucer,

and a giant bumblebee
and a big red door.

Do you have an address?

If I had an address,
do you think I'd be out here
in the middle of nowhere?

The last time I was there
I was five.

Look, if we're close,
maybe we should
help him find it.

Please?

Don't move.

He has no living relatives. How do you know?

His foster father
and the social worker
told me.

I need you to back me up here.

We've got to get him
back to the city.

Oh!

My car!

You let him steal your car. Damn.

You're the one
who dragged me here
in the first place.

I can't believe
he stole my car,
the little rascal.

Oh, no.

N.Y.P.D.

No.

We are going to die.

Oh, my God.
We're so gonna die.

I can see my life
flashing before my eyes.

Now you know how I feel
when you drive.

I'm not feeling well.
Just slow down.
Slow down.

You're such a wussy.

Damn it.

Stop! Tristan!

Flying saucer.

I'm never riding with you. Oh, you're a big baby.

Hey! Hey, Tristan.

Tristan,
where are you going?

What are
you looking at?

The flying saucer.

It's just a water tower, Tristan.

You don't understand.
The house is that way.

Please.

The bumblebee. It's a mailbox.

Okay.

The red door.

What if she doesn't
remember me?
What if she moved away?

Don't worry, Tristan.
We're here with you.

Oh, my God. Tristan?

Aunt Laura.

I am Detective Sullivan,
N.Y.P.D. We need to talk.

I'll get the car.

May I come in? Of course.

Move and I'll blow
your head off!

And the keys in!
Are you kidding me?

What the...

That's heavy.

Now where is it? Just tell him
where it is, Tristan.

Now!

In the taxi in my backpack.

We're not through. Yeah, no, I know, 'cause
I'm gonna kick your ass.

That's close enough!
Now where's the coke?

I don't do drugs
and neither should you.
That's bad for you.

You're just about as funny
as your partner in there. No, I'm funnier.

Now hand me the backpack,
or I shoot the kid.

Do what he says, Leo!

Give him the backpack!

All right, all right.

No, please.

It's gonna be all right. Okay.

All right. It's gonna be okay. No, please, please!

- You let the boy go first.
- I'm the one with the gun!

You're not the only one.

You shot me!

I told you I was
gonna kick your ass.

I need you to tell me
what happened
to your mother, Tristan.

Did Sami shoot her because
you stole his cocaine? No.

The sooner
you tell me the truth,

the sooner you,
your brother...

and your sisters can get home
to your father, Kevin.

No. Don't let anybody
ever go back to that house.

Why, Tristan?

You can tell her, Tristan.
Go ahead.

You know
the whole perfect
foster mother thing?

Saint Nancy the wonderful?

It's all an act.

That's why Nancy takes
in the kids nobody else wants,

'cause the social workers
are happy to get them off their books.

We always try to do
what's best for the kids.

Once you're placed in
with Kevin and Nancy,

Kevin starts the training.

How to pick pockets.

How to break into houses.

How to hide drugs
in your schoolbooks
and give them to dealers.

Sami works for Kevin.

I've heard enough.
I'm gonna bring him in.

And if any of us kids
ever complain...

or come up short
in our take,

then we have to see Nancy.

What do you mean?

She beats us.

She locks us in the basement
without food or water for days.

And if you still make trouble,

she takes it out on Janie.

The littlest one.

And she makes you watch.

Why did you steal
Sami's drugs? I was going to sell them,

so we'd have enough money
to run away, all of us kids.

But you got caught.

Sami called
Kevin and Nancy.

When I got home,

Nancy went after Janie
with a knife.

She was going to cut
Janie to pieces.

And tell the social workers
that she ran away.

So you shot her.

I think we need
a lawyer here.

I don't need a lawyer.

She was going to cut Janie
to pieces and kill her.

So I shot her.

And you made it
look like a break-in. Yeah.

Where did
you get the gun?

It was in the bag
with the coke.

If Janie was standing
behind Nancy,

why weren't her clothes
covered in blood?

They were.

I hid them before I called 911,
so she wouldn't
have to be involved.

The second I heard
we were going
straight back to Kevin's,

I took off for my aunt's
to get help.

He's lying.

I thought we were through
with the lies and stories,
but I guess not.

Tristan! Hey, Tristan!

You don't have to
be scared anymore.
The police believe me.

And they'll be able
to put him away
if you tell them everything.

And he'll never hurt
any of us again. Tristan, enough with the lies.

You told me
my Aunt Laura was dead.

That's what I was told
when you came to us.

Tristan, I know what a shock
it's been to lose Nancy.

I didn't lose Nancy.

I killed her.

I killed her because
she was gonna kill Janie.

No, that's not true!
You didn't kill her.

It's okay, Janie.
They know I did it.

Everything's
going to be okay.

You don't actually believe
his lies, do you?

He just confesses to killing
his mother in cold blood?

A woman who would have
walked through fire for him?

I would like to hear what
the other kids have to say.

So would I.
Well, I'm all for that.

I would love to hear
what I made them do,
besides their homework.

And how their mother hurt them,
besides giving them a good scrub
behind the ears now and then.

Come on, kids.
Go ahead. Tell her
what a liar Tristan can be.

- Stop trying
to intimidate them.
- I couldn't agree more.

We have to tell him
the truth.

Do we have
to put the children
through this?

Haven't they been
through enough trauma?

I have to say I'm in agreement. Come on, kids.
We are going home.

Tristan
is telling the truth,
Detective Sullivan!

Janie, not you too now.
Come on. See what one child's lies
will do to the others.

Lock him up.

You're under arrest
for child endangerment
and child abuse.

You think anybody else
wanted these kids?
We gave them a home.

Without us,
they would have starved.

You ungrateful
little pieces of... Hey, listen to me.

There's only one thing
every prisoner agrees on...

and that is how much
they hate child abusers.

Your wife got off easy
compared to what
you're going to get.

Brooklyn Children's Court,
now in session.

Tristan has been acquitted.

He's free to go.

Yeah.

I've talked to the social
workers, and they say you can
all come live with me...

if you want to. You'll like it there.

I'll catch up.

We need to talk.

Yeah. When? Can you meet me
in an hour?

At our old place. I might be
a few minutes late.

I'll wait.

Thank you,
Detective Sullivan.

Oh, my.
You are welcome.

Thanks.

You're welcome, buddy.

Phew.

Take it easy. Bye.

What? I said
I had eye allergies.

Hmm, sure.

Tristan didn't do it.

What are you talking about? He didn't do it.

He was covering up
for Janie.

Janie killed
their foster mother.

What did Tristan do
when Janie said,
"You didn't kill her"? He put his arms around her
to comfort her.

No. I think he was trying
to shut her up.

No, actually, I'm certain.

I'm sure he was trying to
keep her from telling the truth.

He was protecting her.

He knew that he could
handle the court process
and that she couldn't.

And this is gonna
go on his record.

What are you gonna do?

I am obligated
to tell the court...

and to reopen
the investigation.

And that means
little Janie...

No.

I am not gonna allow those kids
to go through anything else.

This is our secret, Leo.

Cross my heart
and hope to die, sort of.

You're a good cop, Cat.

But you're a better person.

We're gonna have to
stop meeting like this.

I might start
to get the impression
we're dating.

My anonymous texter
is a federal agent.

How do you know? He told me.

What did he say?

That I'm in danger.

That's it. I'm putting you
under F.B.I. protection. No.

No, no, no, no.
Don't do that.

You do that,
he stops talking to me.

This guy knows something
about my father.

Cat. No.

Then come stay
at our apartment. Your apartment.

I moved. He said he was undercover.

Do you think it's the same
agent they have under
with Anabella's family?

It's possible.

Could you find out?

I can try.

You really should be
in protective custody.

No.

You're gonna get
yourself killed, Cat.

Find out if it's your agent
who's texting me.

I want to meet him
face to face.

I want to know
who killed my father.

I know that look.

Cat, whatever you're
thinking about doing,

don't.

Just find out.

I need a favor.