All language subtitles for Taxi.Brooklyn.S01E09.Double.Identity.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD5.1.x264-NTb_track3_eng

You really should sit
in the back, Frankie.

I'm not a fare.
I'm your friend.

Okay.

You're not paying
for any more fares.
That's it.

Leo, you have a beautiful wife
and son to support.

My son is beautiful.
My ex-wife and I
don't even speak.

You never know
what could happen.

She's remarried, Frankie.

You never know.

Mmm. I know.

You know what?
I feel like walking
across the park.

Could you pull over?

Okay, here we are.
I'm gonna walk, I think.

- Great. Okay.
Thanks, sweetie.
All right.
I need to get my roots done.

Okay.

Voilà, madame. Ah, thank you.

So you're sure you don't want me
to drive you all the way home.

- No, I just feel like walking.
- Okay, don't get mugged.

Oh, I'm not gonna get mugged.
Nobody gets mugged
in Prospect Park.

You've been watching too many
movies. I really think New York
is safer than Paris now.

- Yes, I do.

Frankie, get down!

Oh, my God. Oh, oh.

Oh, boy. Please call...
Call 911.

Oh, oh, oh.
Okay. Oh, my God.

Okay, all right.
Okay.

Yes, there's been a shooting.

Prospect Park West.

Oh, my God.
Fernanda.

She's breathing.

Hey. I got his license plate number
and a look at his face.

Where's my mother? She's here. She's okay.

Mom, hey.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.
But Fernanda's been shot.

Wait, you know her? Yeah, she...

she works as a housekeeper
in the neighborhood.

Fernanda, hang in there, okay?
Help is on the way.

What happened? I don't know. Just...

Someone fired a couple of shots
out of this moving car, and she...

Hey.
- Hi, uh, her name is
Fernanda Flores.

We'll take it from here.

I'm going with her. Mom, you can't go with her.

No, but you can.

Cat, please.
You have to go with her.

All right, all right.
I'm going, I'm going.

We'll meet you at the hospital.

She comes here
for the American dream,
and she ends up getting...

- gunned down in broad daylight.
- So much for your New-York-
is-safer-than-Paris theory.

How many people have to die
before you get

real gun laws?

In France, we would be protesting.

And not all Americans
are triggerhappy nut-jobs.

As not all French are gay-haters.

Oh, here she is.

One bullet, clean through.
The other one grazed a lung.

- She's one lucky lady.
- Thank God.

Yeah, she's shot twice?
She's very lucky.

The car slowed down
before the shots were fired.

They knew she was coming
out of the restaurant.

At that exact moment.

Then this wasn't random. No, no. This was a hit.

Why would someone
put a hit out on a maid?

Mom?

Five minutes.
Appreciate it.

Five minutes. Let's go.

Thank you.
My God, Fernanda!

Is there anyone in El Salvador
that we can call for you?

Family?

No.

My family is all gone.

Did you see who shot you?

- No.

I didn't see anyone.

Fernanda,
I saw the Town Car slowing...

before you came
out of the restaurant.

They were waiting for you
to exit.

Why would someone
want to shoot me?

We were hoping that
you could tell us.

Are you absolutely sure
that you did not see
who shot you?

I didn't do
anything to anyone.

I just work hard
and try to fit in.

Okay, honey.
Okay, that's fine.

Excuse me. Yeah, okay.

You know what?
You just need to get some rest.

- Okay.
- Mom. Mom.

You know what?
Why are you upsetting her.

I think she knows
who shot her.

Your mother's right.
You're upsetting her.

Why do you always take her side? Because she's your mother.

That's exactly right.
Thank you.

Keep it down and come back
when she's feeling up to it.

For God's sake, Fernanda.
Now, I want you to get
some rest, okay
Just don't think
about anything, okay?

Here we go. Let's...
Come on, let's go.
Honestly.

Stop it. I am not... Don't tell me that.

Nobody hires a hit man
to shoot a maid. Tells you she's not a maid.

Well, she is Monday through
Friday, and I know everyone
she works for.

That leaves Saturday and Sunday
to sell drugs.

You cannot base your perception
of the world on movies.

Everything you know
about France and the French
is based on clichés,

and everything that
your Brit boyfriend, Rhys, tells you.

Okay, for the last time,
he is not my boyfriend. Oh-ho.

And they're called clichés
for a reason.
It's because they're true.

How do you two
get anything done?

Huh? I mean, seriously.
You're worse than
an old married couple.

Now, Cat, if somebody tried
to kill Fernanda,

don't you think
they're gonna try again?

Yes, Mother,
and that's why I posted
an officer outside her door.

Do not use
that tone of voice with me,
Caitlyn Mary Darcy Sullivan.

Huh?
Darcy

Seriously? Yes.

What's wrong with Darcy?

It's my
grandmother's name.
She's dead.

Sorry. What's your middle name,
"dork

Oh, God. For your information,
Darcy Sullivan,

I don't have a middle name,
so there. Oh, my God.

It's like dealing with
a couple of two-year-olds,
I swear to God.

He started it! She started it!

Stop it! Right now.

I'm sorry.

All right, now, listen.

Cat, if Fernanda knew
who tried to kill her,
why wouldn't she tell us?

Maybe she's
protecting someone.

Who, Darcy?
Doesn't have any family.

What is wrong with you? All right. All right.

Here's the plan.

You two go back to
the restaurant, all right?

I'm gonna stay here
with Fernanda.

Ask some questions, okay?

See if anybody saw anything.

I'll meet you back
at the precinct.

I can't take her seriously.

I can't take you
seriously right now,
after all you said, Darcy.

Oh!

Sullivan, 125th.

I'd like to talk to you
about what happened today,

see if you know anything.

If...

If... Could, um...
Could you stop
doing that, please?

I'm trying
to talk to you.

Oh, yeah,
blood on your doorstep
is bad for business.

Really?

Sir. Please.

Can you please answer
her question?

Could you tell me
what happened here today?

Did you see anything? I didn't see anything.
I was inside.

Hey!
Now, get back to work.

The woman that was shot
came out of your restaurant,

hit by a passing car
who knew that she
was coming out.

Which means somebody
in this restaurant
called them.

I didn't call anyone.

Well, I didn't say that you did.

But we have enough
to take you in as an accomplice
to attempted murder.

And once we subpoena your phone
records, well, I don't know,

we could just go ahead and add
conspiracy to the charges.

You're gonna spend
a million years in prison
with what we have against you.

I don't gotta talk
to anybody, really.

Come on.

Be polite.
Answer all questions.

I got a call.

The guy said he was her...
her boyfriend,

that it was her birthday,
and he was sending
something special.

That was very special.

Why wasn't I supposed
to believe him?

I called him as soon as
she left the restaurant.

I mean, I thought
it was romantic.

He was gonna send her
a Town Car and then
take her shopping.

So the phone number that
the restaurant owner gave Cat...

is to a prepaid cell
registered to a fictitious name.

Why do we let people
buy phones without I.D.?

I mean, didn't 9/11
change all that?

Uh, well, you know,
technically we still live
in a democracy, so...

- Technically.
- Hey, listen.

License plate is a fake.
No number exists.

- Guy's a pro.
- I'll bet you this sketch
doesn't even look like him.

He's probably wearing
a disguise.

He's definitely wearing
a disguise. I mean, who wears
their sideburns like that?

- Wolverine does.
- Ugh.

I can't tell if you guys
are Mulder and Scully
or Cagney and Lacey.

- Well, obviously, I'm Cagney,
which makes you Lacey, so...

Me? No. I'm much more
of a Cagney than you are.

- No, I mean, look at my hair.
- Sullivan!

Oh!
- Frankie.

- Johnny.
- What a surprise.

How you doin'?
Good to see you.

- No, no, no. Ugh.
How's it goin'?

Still coming over later? Oh, absolutely.

Uh, look,
Immigration sent this over.

Your Fernanda Flores?
She came from Venezuela
on a student visa.

A student visa?
I mean...

How does she find time
to go to school if she's
working five days a week?

Venezuela? I thought
you said El Salvador.

- That's what she told me.
- South America drug cartel.
That's it.

You know what?
I got a feeling she came here
for something other than school.

- Or to be a maid.
- Why would she lie about
where she's from, hmm?

- You've got to
check on that, Cat.
- Yes, Mother, you're right.

Hey, she's got
an American sponsor...
Vicente Machado.

Machado?
The money launderer?

- No, he's a dry cleaning guy.
- He's not a dry cleaner.
He's a money launderer.

He's been laundering money
for the dealers. Feds have
been after him for years.

- Didn't I tell you
she was a drug dealer?
- Enough.

There is no way that Fernanda
had anything to do with drugs.
She's not like that.

- Frankie,
looks are often deceiving.
- Yeah, no kidding.

You have time for lunch?
- I absolutely would.

I thought we were
having lunch. You said... Not today, Eddie.

This is cute. Ugh. No, it's not.

- It is.
- Blech!

- Have fun at lunch.
- Thanks.

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry.
Could you do that over, um...

I just need to use my desk.
You're in my light.

Oh, sorry.
This is my... You're ready?

- I am absolutely ready.
You're ready obviously.

Where would you like to go? Well, I... There's a...

I have a place in mind
I think you know.

Captain, do you want me
to call you when I get the...

- Do what... You do
what you do. Okay?
- Okay.

Money laundering?
The only thing I launder is
other people's dirty clothes.

You must have me confused
with someone else.

Dry cleaners do a lot
of business in cash,

which makes it easy
to hide money.

I don't launder money,

I don't consort with drug dealers,

and I don't know that much
about Miss Flores.

A friend back home
just asked me
to sponsor her.

Hmm. She was shot
in broad daylight
leaving a restaurant.

Wow. That's horrible.

You had nothing to do with it,
and you don't know who did?

No, but being a good citizen,
I will ask around...

and find out anything
I can for you.

- I am a well-connected man.

Mmm. Because you launder money.

Because I am
a hard-working American...

with friends
in many places.

Mmm.

Do you have a card,
Detective?

I just so happen to.
Right here.

- You will hear from me.
- I look forward to it.

He's telling the truth.
He has no idea who shot her.

Well, don't worry.
He'll find out who did.

And how do you know? Because he's a criminal.

And like most criminals,
he knows the other criminals
on his turf.

And he's also hoping that
your attention will be
diverted away...

from the fact that
he's laundering money.

Don't... Don't move.
No, no. no. No, no.
I got it, I got it.

They're so cute together. Shut up.

Oh. I, uh...

You have arrived.
Look at you. Oh, my gosh.

I thought you two went to lunch. We did.

Oh, we had lunch.
And dessert.

- Twice.

I got that meeting.
See you later. Oh, okay.

- Ugh.
Yes, and listen, no dessert.

Come on,
look how cute they are.

Why are you here?

Oh. Listen,
I have to tell you something.
I remembered something.

Congratulations.

When Fernanda got a job
with Elaine Mann...

You remember Elaine.
She's the woman who lived
across the street.

Snobby, obnoxious,
Hamptons... Yes, I remember Elaine.

I've known her since I was 10.
Yes, get to the point.

- I mean, please continue.

As I was saying, when Fernanda
got the job with Elaine Mann,

she acted as if she'd just won
the lottery or something.

You know, at the time
I thought, "Oh, she's just happy
to have the work and stuff."

But now that I'm thinking
about it, I think it's
somewhat suspicious.

- Maybe we should talk to Elaine.
- That's exactly what I thought.

So I called her.
She's waiting for us
at the precinct.

Wait, you...
You called her
to the precinct?

Yes, I did.
Let's go question her.

Hi.

Elaine, can you tell us
about Fernanda?

I've been worried
about Fernanda.

She seemed nervous lately.

Maybe she knew someone
was gonna try and kill her.

Has she spoken to you
about Venezuela?

- She's from El Salvador.
- No, Venezuela.

Are you sure? Yes, Johnny told us.

How's it going
with the captain? Pretty fabulous.

Okay. He's in a meeting
with the mayor right now, so...

The mayor? Mm-hmm.

Impressive.

Are you still doing
lunch and dinner
every day?

Sometimes breakfast.
- Okay, please, just stop.

Did Fernanda ever talk
about her parents?
Brothers or sisters?

Uh, she said her parents died,

and she hadn't seen her brother
since she was little.

Maybe you
have this all wrong.

Flores is a very common name
in El Salvador.

Did you ever think that
she took the job with you
for ulterior motives?

Like what? She's
the most honest maid
I've ever had.

But she does behave oddly
at times.

How so? I got it, Mom.

- She peeks through
a crack in the door...

and she watches as
the other tenants come and go.

Mickey and Anne Berman upstairs?
And Jack McKinley in
the duplex above them.

- She said she was
being cautious,

making sure we don't have
intruders like in El Salvador.
We're gonna have to bring
them all in for questioning.

Okay, Mom. Really?
It's like...

What? I'm the detective.

Esposito, bring them all in
for questioning!

What? Who are you
bringing in for questioning?

Mickey and Anne Berman
and Jack McKinley.
They live above Elaine.

- Yes. Yep.
- Okay. Oh.

Elaine. And who's this
strapping young man?

- I have to run.

What are you talking about? Unbelievable.

My number. Call me.

Did she just
slip him her number?

She just...
She has them already
written out?

- I'm gonna get on that
right away.
- I've gotta run too, guys.

Johnny is coming over later,
and I'm fixing his favorite.

- Don't say it.
- Me.

Oh, God.

Bye Leo.

Seriously, you need to get over
the fact that your mother
can have a sex life.

No. Stop it.

Your phone.

Stop it.

Thank you.

Detective Sullivan.

Mr. Machado.

Great. Great, great.
Okay, we'll see you shortly.

Machado.

Detective.

I know you think I had something
to do with Fernanda Flores's
being shot, but I didn't.

Gun!
Get down!

What the hell was that?

- I'm going back to Marseille.

The bureau
is very upset by this.

The bureau is upset?

We're the ones
who almost got killed.

The F.B.I. invested
thousands of man hours...

and hundreds of thousands
of dollars in the case
against Machado.

You're starting to sound like
we're the ones who killed him.

Well, whatever he did
for you killed him.

Did some checking into
a woman who was shot.

- Fernanda Flores.

Machado sponsored her.

Who is she? A maid.

If she had anything
to do with Machado,
she's no maid.

Thank you.
That's what I said,
but somebody wouldn't listen.

- Oh, come on.
- Log on.

- Gathering.

Yeah, scoot.

Let's find out who
this maid of yours really is.

She had her name legally changed
before she got her student visa.

It used to be Torrealba?
Well, that's far more
recognizable than Flores.

She's a detective with
the Caracas Police
Department.

Disappeared six months ago.

Well, they thought she'd been
kidnapped or murdered.

It took them months
to figure out she changed
her name and left the country.

She covered her tracks well.

Not well enough,
since someone found her.

Special Agent James.

Yes, sir.

Uh, I'm with the police
right now.

Yes, sir.

The F.B.I. was just told
to back off this case.

- And, uh, so were you.
- Great. Telling Cat to back off is like
throwing gasoline on a fire,

so I'm gonna let you
deal with that.

I've got enough problem for today,
that's enough.

Hey, Cat, uh...

We don't get these orders
very often, but when we do...

I know, you follow them.

So, who told you to back off?

It's from pretty high up
the chain of command. How high?

I don't know.

But you can find out
Yeah, I can try.

I'll meet you for dinner
and you can tell me then.

You know,
today is our anniversary.

Not wedding anniversary,
but first date.

You remembered. How could I forget?

I'll, uh...
I'll see you tonight.

Hey, Sullivan.

- Yeah.

She just got past the officer
posted outside her room.

I went to the bathroom
for 30 seconds.

I get back, she's ripped out
all her tubes and gone.

Yeah, or somebody came in
and took her.

I checked security video.
She left alone.

Whoa, whoa.
Let me get this straight.
What is it, Goldstein?

You had to go to the bathroom,
you didn't call
your relief officer?

You left your post
protecting a witness
who's already been shot.

Do you wanna
explain that to me? I...

Uh...

You mean to tell me that you...
Are you...

Dude couldn't keep
his zipper up long enough for
the relief officer to get here.

Get him outta here. Esposito,
get him out of my sight.
Be on a desk for the next year.

- I would have been here
if he called me.
- Well, great.

Follow me.

You two.
Come over here.

Up, please.

Sit.

See that door over there?

Watch it.

Why am I watching an empty room?
She's already gone.

Just do it.

You, pretty nurse.
Or should I say,
naughty nurse?

Fernanda Flores...
Don't smile at me.

Fernanda Flores is to stay
in the system.

Nobody is to know
that she's not here.
Do you understand me?

Good. Now repeat after me.

"I will not have sex
with police officers
in bathrooms."

"I will not have sex
with police officers
in bathrooms."

Good.

What about in
the janitor's closet?

I'm gonna pretend that you didn't say
that, and you better not laugh about it.

- Not funny.
- Control yourself.

Captain. Seriously.

Look, if she ran out of
the hospital in her condition,

that means she was afraid
of getting killed here.

For obvious reasons,
she felt unsafe here,

especially with that officer
posted outside her door.

Well, she knew
that they were
gonna come after her.

Since they haven't yet,
they will.

So, you believe all that
conspiracy stuff you see
in the movies, huh?

All the President's Men is
factual, Monsieur Esposito.

You know Cat, this, uh,
this thing that's going on
with your mother and I, it's...

Oh, God, not you too.
Please.

Cat, we're consenting adults. Okay.

I didn't think anything
could be worse than my mother
talking to me about this.

But I was wrong.

I mean, you're not gonna use
food euphemisms here too,
are you? Please, God, don't.

But Jason Bourne
is a fictional character.

Is he

Is he?

You Americans are so naive.

You know, your mother
makes me happy.

I think I make her happy too.

And you would agree that
people deserve to be happy,
wouldn't you?

Believe me when you get to be
my age, you'll understand
what I'm talking about.

Hallway. Orderly with
a fake mustache.

Okay, we have an orderly
in the hallway.

He's got a fake mustache.
He's holding a blue folder,
and he is armed.

I don't want any bystanders hit.

Hold your fire unless
you have a clean shot.

I repeat,
hold your fire unless
you got a clean shot.

Listen.

If bullets start flying,
you make sure these nurses
are down. Okay?

Get down. Get down.

Police! Freeze!

Drop your weapon.
N.Y.P.D.!

Stay down!
Everybody down!

Get to the back door.
Come on.

Come on.

What...

So, where did the orders
for the F.B.I. to back off
come from?

C.I.A.

- Yeah.

- A present.

- Anniversary of our first date.

- Gregg, I can't
take that from you.
- I bought it before you left.

Just open it, Cat.
Please.

Oh, my God.

It's from that window
in the hotel in Palm Beach
that we stayed in.

- Yeah.
- How did... How did you...

Snuck out of the hotel
after you fell asleep.

When were you planning on
giving this to me?

Mmm, tonight.

Gregg, I can't take...
I can't this from you.

I want you to have it.
All right?

Just put it on.
Come on.
- Please.

- Let me.

It's beautiful on you.

Thank you.

Uh, dessert?

No.

Night cap?

- Bad idea.
- Okay, yeah.

Can't fault a guy for trying.

What would you do
if I said yes?

I'm not sure.

Yes.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Morning, beautiful.

Hey, hi. Hey.

Come back to bed.

Yeah, no. I can't.

Where are you going?

- Work.
- Oh.

'Cause I'm late.

Just, uh, give me 20 minutes.
I'll drive you.

No. No, no, no.
'Cause...
that would be a bad idea.

So, I'm gonna get a cab.

Where... are we?

Uh...

Manhattan.
Uptown.

Why don't we take a shower
together like we used to.

- You loved it when
I would exfoliate...
- No, no, no. no.

This never happened.

- Nope.
- You might want to
get dressed first.

God.

God, I love that woman.

Oh, my God.

- Little Roast Beef
spends money.

- I thought Brits were cheap.
- They are.

Uh, hey, Sullivan.

Weren't you wearing
that same outfit
yesterday?

No. Yes, you were.

No, I wasn't. Yes, you were.

Nope. Have a little pride,
Sullivan.

You're representing
New York's finest. Yes, sir.

"New York's finest."

- Move out of the way.
- Sullivan, the Bermans.

Oh, hi, yes.
Um, thank you for coming.

- Um, have a seat, please.
- No, thank you.

We heard about Fernanda.

Of course,
we have nothing to hide.

Detective Esposito told us
you had some questions
about her.

- Yes.
- She didn't even work for us.

Why would you be
interested in us?

She might not have wanted
anything except information
about you,

like who you know,
when you come and go,
you know.

Could she have been
after our kids?

Is that possible?
Could she have been
after our children?

It happens all the time.
Oh, my God.

Oh, no, no.
We don't think that
she's after your children.

Just... What do you two
do for a living?

We're consultants. Really? Uh,
I'm a consultant too.

- Shut up.
What kind of consultants?
- For nonprofits.

- Fund-raising.
- Um, are you accusing us
of something?

No, we're just trying
to figure out why Fernanda
seemed to be watching you.

Because if we're being
looked at as criminals,
then...

No. No one is
suggesting anything.

Then I think we've answered
all the questions
we're going to.

They're hiding something.
Yeah, you think?

Good point, Esposito.

- Sullivan.

Just got off from the top brass.
We've been pulled off the case.

No more getting in touch
with Fernanda Flores.

- Case is dropped.

Yeah. What,
don't you speak English?

Just write it up as
an unsolved drive-by and...

file it as a dead case.

- Dead case.

What, you...
What, do you have...
hard of hearing too?

Uh... All right.

Come on. Where are you going?

We're gonna talk to a tenant
that Fernanda was spying on,
Jack McKinley.

I moved here after my wife died.

Is that your son?

If only Maggie could've
lived to see him grow up.

He's a man now.

How old is he on the photo? Three.

That was taken right after
we adopted him.

Uh, my wife
couldn't have children.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Uh, he doesn't come home much.

- He's got a girlfriend.
- Hmm.

I have a son that
I don't see either.

- Yeah.

Anyway, uh, what else
can I tell you about
Fernanda Flores?

I really don't know her.
I mean, I see her
coming and going.

But it's pretty much, uh,
"Good morning. How are you?"
Not much more.

Okay, well, um...

If you think of anything else,
would you please call me?

Of course. Okay.
Thank you very much.

Michael and Anne Berman.
Okay, well?

They're consultants, all right.

And also under indictment
for tax evasion.

That would explain why they
ran out of here so fast.

No kidding. All right.

James McKinley. Let's see.

How old would you say he is?

Probably in his 50s.

He doesn't have a credit history
before 2013.

Who gets their first credit card
in their 50s?

Same guy who got
a Social Security number,
driver's license... and all of his bank
accounts in his 50s.

James McKinley did not exist
before 2013.

- I don't know.

But the order to drop the case
came down from the C.I.A.

- Yeah.

Wait a minute.
How do you know that?

I just do.

What was Fernanda's last name,
again, before she changed it?

Torrealba. Torrealba.

Okay. Wow.

She was a highly
decorated detective.

Her parents were killed
when she was nine.

- Here.

It says they died
in a car bombing.
They were blown to pieces.

They were murdered. Yeah.

They were antigovernment
activists.

Fernanda wasn't with
her parents that night,
but her little brother was.

The explosion was so massive,
they never found his body.

She became a detective...

so that she could track down
the people responsible
for her family's murders.

She's here for revenge.

I don't care if they're
pretending to be somebody else.

- We've been ordered
to stay off the case.
- Listen.

If McKinley isn't involved
in Fernanda Flores's shooting somehow,

I'll turn in
my consultant's badge.

You don't have
a consultant's badge.

Exactly my point, Johnny.
I should.

Did you just call me "Johnny"?

- That's what Frankie calls you.
That's what Frankie calls me!

That's what my mother called me!
And no one else!

- Now get out of my office.
Both of you. Get out.
- Captain...

Don't captain me!
Just get out!

- All right.
- "Johnny." I'll Johnny you.

Don't start.
Now what?

Now we are gonna go talk
to McKinley again.

But the captain just...

Hi, Mom.
How you doin'?

I'm good.
I was just thinkin' about you.

Mr. McKinley?
It's Detective Sullivan.

I'd like to ask you
a few more questions.

Can you hear that

Why is it echoing?
It shouldn't echo.

What are you doing? Nothing.

What... Is... A lock pick tool? Maybe.

We're not supposed
to be here anyway.

- Amazing.

Amazing I only found one print
in this entire place.

- It was cleaned well.
- Hmm.

Maybe you should
have them clean your place.

Frankie says it could use
a good scrubbing.

Oh, yeah? Ow!

I thought we were through
with hitting?

Did you find out
from the neighbors
when McKinley moved out?

Yes.

- Right after we were here.

A crew of movers just showed up
and had everything out
within the hour.

- Okay, thank you.
- Well, it's not New York movers,
then, for sure.

How long until you can
I.D. the print?

Uh, with backup at the lab,
it's gonna take a while, I think.

I don't have a while. You're gonna have
to pull a favor.

Well, Jack McKinley's
not his real name.

Yes, obviously.

Don't know what is,
but he works for the C.I.A.

Apparently he's
a very valuable asset.

You mean assassin.

So, the government is
protecting their asset
by trying to kill Fernanda?

Well, he's not just
a valuable asset.

He also has a lot of information
that they don't want getting out.

So, why didn't she
just kill him?

I mean, Fernanda had
plenty of chances?

- Because she's looking
for something.

Her brother wasn't blown up
in the car bombing
that killed her parents.

- Fernanda's brother.

I'm pretty sure
he was kidnapped.

Do you remember the boy
in the photo?

- The McKinleys' adopted son.
- Yeah.

He's Hispanic.

He said his wife
couldn't have children.

The boy in the photo
is Fernanda's brother.

And one of the waiters
at the restaurant looked exactly
like the boy in the photo.

Now get out of here.

Don't worry.
We're not here for you.

- Oh.
- The woman who was shot...

did she talk to anyone
or ask for anyone
when she was here?

Well, she was looking for Bobby,
one of the waiters, but, uh,

he switched shifts
and didn't come in until
right after she left.

Why

- Yo, Bobby!

He looks just like
the boy in the photo.

I'm Detective Sullivan.
I'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

About what?

Dad.

Hands in the air.
Now!

You're making a mistake.

Once they emptied
your apartment,

I knew you'd come
to see him one last time...

before you changed your name
and disappeared again.

Go.

Don't do it. Don't do it.
Don't do it.

- He killed my parents
and took my brother from me.
- You...

You don't really
wanna shoot his father
in front of him, right?

- It's not his father.
- That's the only father he knows.

- No.

She's your sister.

Sister

Dad, is that true?

- Yes.
- I don't... I don't understand.

- Your mother
couldn't have children.
- So you killed our parents...

and kidnapped my brother!

Is that true?
- That's not what happened.

Is that why Mom
divorced you?

Because she found out
what you did?

I just wanted to make her happy.

So you killed my real parents?

- I was just doing my job, Son.
What kind of job is that?

Who are you?

- Shooter!
Don't!

No!

Who is that guy?
- Give me this.

It's McKinley's
C.I.A. bodyguard.

Stay... right there.

He's okay. He's wearing
a bulletproof vest.

Fernanda spent all these years
trying to find a brother
who doesn't even remember.

- That's so sad.
- Yeah, it is.

But, at least now, maybe
she'll get some peace,
some closure.

I think they're gonna be okay. Yeah.

I'll take you to the playground
where you used to play. You do know that the C.I.A.
will just get McKinley...

and his bodyguard
out of jail, right? Yeah, I know.

But they won't be able
to cover everything up,

since I leaked
some vital information
to Internet bloggers,

and the New York Times
picked it up.

Sneaky you. That's how I roll.

- I like that.
- But by the way,

how did you know that that guy
was wearing a bulletproof vest?

I didn't.

But you could have killed him.

He was aiming at you,
so... I had no choice.

What?

Nothing.

Hey, Captain, I...

Oh, my God, I'm blind!

She never knocks.

Well, she's, you know...