All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S03 E05 - A Moveable Feast (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

Yo, Duke.

Turn down the TV.

Your paper's here.

(cartoon sound
effects play over TV)

Duke.

It's Heather.

Duke.

Hey, Stevie.

Hey, kid. Where's your old man?

I coloring.

That's nice.

Duke.

Duke.

WOMAN: Carrie.

Phyllis...

Hello. How's the
Gramercy Park round table

doing this
afternoon? Doing well.

Doing well, Carrie.

All right.

Yeah. Great day. Mm-hmm.

What's going on here.

You look like you
swallowed a canary.

I swallowed a swallow once.

WOMAN: Oh. Get it?

I do get it.

And I also get exactly
what is going on

right here, right now.

You want to test my
supersonic, unbeatable

memory skills again, don't you?

Fine.

Give me a date.

Nope. Not this time, Carrie.

Nah, it's too easy.

What about your birthdays?

No. We've been
there, we've done that.

We got something
harder for you this time.

Oh, all right. What,
anniversaries?

What did we have
for lunch, Carrie?

You guys have the same
thing for lunch every day.

This isn't hard.

We're waiting.

Oh... here we go.

Here we go.

Phyllis, toasted pumpernickel

with honey turkey.

Abner, whitefish
salad on a roll.

Gerta, you had...

brisket from Morty's
with slaw on the side.

Florence, PB and J
with the crusts cut off.

Harold had his chicken cutlet.

And Barry had his
perennial favorite,

chopped liver on rye,

one new pickle on the side.

Gotcha. What?

I ordered two pickles today.

Oh. We got her.

We got her.

But you didn't eat the
second one, did you, Barry?

You're taking
that home to Doris.

Come on, you know I'm right.

Thank you very much,

ladies and gentlemen.
I'll be here all week.

Yeah. Well...
we're gonna get you

one of these days, Carrie Wells.

Don't hold your breath.

Especially you, Florence.

Hey, Al.

On my way.

Victim's Duke
Callahan, Coast Guard.

Shouldn't the local
PD be handling this?

You'd think, but because
of his security clearance

and his training in explosives,

Coast Guard wanted
us to work the case.

Wallet's still here,

does not look like a robbery.

Building manager
found Callahan's kid

in the living room.
Ex-wife's on her way.

Time of death was only
about two hours ago.

Single gunshot wound
to the back of the head.

Not your...

typical pissed off
lover or neighbor.

This... was efficient.

Execution style.

Wouldn't really
give it style points.

CARRIE: What
about the little boy?

Did he see anything?

AL: He's only three;

he's too young
to tell us anything.

I don't think Stevie
saw anything.

I didn't either.

It blows my mind.

In this building.

Duke... Single
dad... loved the kid...

never bitched.

Except when his rent got raised.

Hey... Stevie.

Hi, Stevie.

What's that?

I coloring.

You coloring?

What's that there? What you got?

A doggy. A doggy?

Wow... that's,
um... Another one.

Where did he get this?

He's been playing
with it since I got here.

What's the big deal?

Hey, Stevie.

Hey, guess what I saw outside.

An ice cream truck.

You want to go get
one? Come on, then.

Yeah. Oh... that'll be fun.

Come on.

I need you to get
out of here now.

What's going on? Just do it.

Take them out of here right now.

Go.

I thought Stevie was
playing with Play-Doh;

it's a block of C-4 explosive.

This whole place
could be wired to blow.

Everyone, shut down your phones.

Shut down your radios.

We found C-4, we got to
clear this building. Now.

It was so scary. I understand...

Building's clear.

It's just a single brick of C-4.

So far all we got on Callahan,

he's a Coast Guard
gunner's mate.

Divorced for a year, they
share custody of the kid.

Why's this guy sitting
on a brick of explosives?

I don't know. Maybe
your sweet single dad's

a homegrown terrorist
who got himself killed.

Not every extremist
bangs out a manifesto.

WOMAN: Stevie, Stevie.

Stevie.

This the mom?

Yeah, Callahan's ex-wife,

coming to pick up the kid.

Check her alibi. And
let's canvass the building.

Everyone with access
to that laundry room.

Go.

Are you okay?

I just... I can't
believe he's gone.

I know this is
hard, Debbie, but I.

Was anything
bothering Duke lately?

I don't... I don't think so.

I mean, he worked way too hard,

but that's it.

What about enemies, anyone
who might want to hurt him?

Duke hung out with a couple of
thugs when-when he was a kid

in the Bronx, but

he joined the Guard
right out of high school.

He... He helped people.

Why did you two get divorced?

Um, Duke and me had...
we had our problems.

But... he gave me
a-a great settlement.

He bankrupted himself
just-just to give Stevie everything.

I mean, he was even
scraping together

to send him...

to send him to a
private preschool.

He sounds like a
good man, Debbie,

which is why I'm confused.

See, we found a brick of C-4

explosive in your
ex-husband's apartment.

And now I'm wondering...

Maybe all the financial
burden, maybe he got into debt,

owed the wrong people. No.

He hated anything
hanging over his head.

Why would he bring
explosives home?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

Agent Charles Sewell,
Lieutenant Burns.

This is my partner,
Detective Wells.

Detective Wells,

nice to meet you.
Carrie. Likewise.

May 19, 2012.

May 19, 2012 was a Saturday.

Temperature was a high of 75

in Manhattan. Al
and I had just closed

the Jennings serial killer case.

We went out to lunch celebrate.

Al had a rib eye, medium rare.

It was the first day I
read about you two

in the New York papers.

Okay, what do you got for us?

Well, Coasties stick together,

so no one would
talk about Callahan.

But I did find a
gunnery officer that

got a little chatty

when I threatened
him with a court-martial.

Follow me.

You know, my favorite
uncle was a Coastie.

Bought a 21-foot
Liberator when he retired.

Twin Mercs, Two-Sixties.

Nice. Must've turned
like she was on rails.

Those are beauties.
You like boats?

That depends on
who's operating them.

So, Callahan's
security clearance

granted him access
to this area right here.

At ease. This is
Senior Chief Holliman.

Tell 'em what you reported.

Gunner's Mate Callahan
signed out the C-4.

But he didn't
have authorization,

but he works for me,

I know him... Save the excuses for
a JAG at your disciplinary hearing.

I'm sorry, Agent Sewell, he
said it was for a training exercise.

But there wasn't one, was there?

Dismissed, Senior
Chief Holliman.

Coast Guard
Investigative Services

will make sure this never
happens again, but...

I got to say, this is surprising

from a straight
arrow like Callahan.

No blots on his service record?

Spotless. He never did this

before, as far as we can tell.

Just checked out
these two bricks of C-4.

Two bricks?

We only recovered
one brick at the scene.

Which mean Callahan's
killer could have the other one.

It's a small amount, but

properly placed, it could
take down a building.

Callahan's killer could
be running around with that

second brick of C-4,
but Homeland Security's

not picking up any

terrorist chatter. In any event,

I got my old FBI office mate
scouring the unfiltered intel.

Nice contact. Mm.

I set her up with her husband.

Listen, there's
no prints of value

in Callahan's apartment.
There's no angry

girlfriend, no conflicts that we

know of. Okay, so I'm Callahan.

Great guy, no scrapes,
clean record. Right.

Why am I checking out
C-4 and lying about it?

Remember a couple years ago...

Those ATF guys...
They pinched C-4

to clear trees to build

pools and patios
in their backyards?

Well, if we're lucky, Callahan
just wanted to go for a swim.

Jay, what'd you find
on Callahan's finances?

Well, most of his

paycheck went
straight to child support.

But check this. He deposited

$4,200 in cash a few
days ago and then

turned right around and paid
off his kid's preschool tuition.

Well, he could've sold
the C-4 for a quick buck

and the deal went
south. Here's what I got

on his credit cards.
Last transaction

was at Metro West
Parking Garage in Chelsea

at 9:48 p.m. on Monday.

I have been to some amazing

five-star restaurants
in that area.

What?

Men take me out sometimes.

Hey.

Zoom in there for a sec, Jay.

CARRIE: Stevie
didn't see anything?

HEATHER: Me either.

That cocktail napkin...

Callahan was at
Lantini's restaurant.

MURRAY: Lantini's?

Marco and Giuliana
Lantini are Steel Chefs.

What was Callahan doing

at a restaurant with a year.

He doesn't strike me
as the $20 martini type.

50 bucks for mushroom pasta?

They're not "mushrooms,"
they're "truffles."

And come on, Al.

You've never been
happy unless you grill it

and slap it on a bun.

I like the sound of that.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

Hi.

May I have the name
on your reservation?

Hey, I have an audition

to be one of you guys.

Do you do ride.

You seen this man?

Oh, no.

Is he pressing charges?

Charges? For what?

Look, could you just
leave me out of this?

Acting's hard,

but getting a job in a
place like this is impossible.

How about we take
you on that ride-along...

in handcuffs?

Okay, okay.

That guy was at the
bar two nights ago.

I turned away for a second
and he barged into the kitchen.

Next thing I know,
Chef Marco had a fit

and threw him out.

We'd like to ask

Mr. Lantini a few questions.

Sorry, he's not here.

How about Mrs. Lantini?

Was she working that night?

No. No, no, no, no.

And she's at a book signing

in Connecticut today.

So I really can't help you.

You sure?

'Cause that sounds
like obstruction to me.

Okay.

Marco just left for a
party at Chelsea Piers.

It was pier number, um...

Here it is.

Pier 60.

And me without my party dress.

Let's go, Cinderella.

All right.

Jay says there's nothing

that ties Callahan to Lantini.

No phone records,
e-mails, nothing.

So what's their connection?

And I don't see
any event out here.

We just missed it.

What are you doing?

STEVIE: I coloring.

CARRIE: You coloring?

SEWELL: Just checked
out these two bricks of C-4.

CARRIE: We only
recovered one from the scene.

Al, call Harbor.

Have them turn that
boat around. Now!

AL: Lieutenant Al
Burns. Be advised,

we got a charter boat
explosion at Chelsea Piers.

Notify Harbor,
Coast Guard, FDNY.

MAN: Nick, get
away from the railing!

Send buses!

We got people in
the water out here.

We're good. All right.

Get that small boat in
there as close as you can.

I want every piece of
evidence. Bag it and tag it.

I don't care if
it's floating trash.

You're lucky you work on land.

I got evidence
already going under.

See, your problem is you've got

most of your divers
over there at eight o'clock,

by that floating deck chair,

and most of your evidence

is here, at 11 o'clock.

Half of which

went under when rescue
boats churned up wakes

getting survivors
out of the water.

Better than advertised.

Oh.

All right, guys.

Move it starboard 100 yards.

MAN: 100 yards. Roger that.

We have a visual.

What'd you find, Jay?

Okay, Al, we got an
85-foot party charter:

eight crew, ten
guests. All chefs.

They were celebrating a
joint restaurant venture,

uh, "Gourmet Food Bazaar."

Cooking some
feast for each other.

You had Paula
Sherwood, Lonnie Hamilton,

Pablo Vaye... Big-name chefs,

you get the idea.

All right. Thanks, guys.

So, a few injuries

and amazingly only one fatality.

Ataru Yamato.

What about Marco Lantini?

One of the survivors.

Picked up by a fire boat,
taken to the paramedics.

All right, Callahan steals C-4,

gets into a
throwdown with Lantini

and now this yacht blows up.

Callahan's dead, so how
does he blow up the yacht?

A timer?

There's too many variables.
There's no guarantee

when the boat would get underway

or whether the target
would even be on board.

It's got to be something more

like a triggered detonator.

So maybe an
accomplice tripped the C-4

after he killed Callahan?

There's a big chunk of
the stern going under there.

Damn it.

These flood currents are
sweeping away our evidence, huh?

What's a leg like you
know about flood currents?

I used to go fishing
on Lake Ontario.

Yeah? I did my ice
rescues up there. Yeah.

That's some serious ice.
That's some serious ice.

Yeah.

There goes the rest
of it. I got to let it go.

It's too dangerous.

Pull the divers.

Copy that. Pulling divers.

That evidence just
went down the drain.

And our only link to
that C-4 is Marco Lantini.

JAY: This Lantini guy's
back at work a few hours

after they fish him
out of the Hudson.

A little weird, right? Yeah,

that's really
weird. The Lantinis

have a restaurant in Vegas,

villa on the Riviera,

Bermuda estate, so
forth, so on and so on.

We are in the wrong
business, buddy.

We need to learn how to cook.

Before Marco Lantini
hit it big, guess what...

He spent his entire
youth in and out

of Spofford Juvenile
Detention Center.

In Hunts Point? Yeah.

You know Callahan grew up a few

neighborhoods away from there?

Lantini and Callahan,
they could go way back.

Maybe to hanging
out on the stoop,

knocking back a few cold ones.

Lantini hires his old
pal to do some dirty work

with the C-4. Carrie and Al

should hear this.

AL: Thanks, Murray.

MAN: Let's go. Come
on. WOMAN: Wait.

MAN 2: All right,
everybody. We're rolling.

Quiet on the set. Take one.

And... action.

I really can't express

how sad we are
over the loss of our

dear friend, Ataru Yamato.

We dedicate this episode to him.

By cooking a dish he always
enjoyed here at the restaurant.

♪ I'm comin' up

♪ So you better get
this party started ♪

♪ I'm...

He doesn't look shaken
up by the explosion.

Or by Yamato's death.
GIULIANA: This...

was the first song
that we ever danced to.

And... Mmm. Ooh.

I fell in love with
him right away.

She fell in love
with my ossobuco.

Brother.

DIRECTOR: And... cut.

Hey, Detectives. I
got all your messages.

Uh, I want to help you
any way I can. Wow.

You just... You
bounced back real fast.

Bit of a workaholic,
according to my wife.

I'm also pretty damn lucky.

I'm from Salerno.

We're kind of
stubborn. Testa dura.

You ever seen this man?

That guy. Yeah,
yeah. I tossed him out

of my kitchen just a
couple of days ago.

You know, these people,
they see you on TV,

they stroll in off the street,

they treat you
like they're family.

Hey, Giules. Come here.

You ever see this
guy before? Um... no,

I'm sorry. I
haven't. Mr. Lantini,

we believe the
explosion was intentional,

a bomb. And this man
was involved. A bomb?

You're kidding. I-I thought a
gas line blew or something.

CARRIE: Can you
think of any reason why...

someone might
want to blow you up?

No. I mean, I'm a chef.

You know, you work
in enough kitchens,

you piss enough people off,

but, uh, no, blow up a boat? No.

You sure? Maybe
somebody from the old days?

My husband's past is behind him.

How far?

AL: The "tourist" you tossed out

specialized in explosives.

We don't think he
was working alone.

And he was murdered a
day before the bombing.

That guy is dead?

Where were you
Tuesday afternoon?

Are you kidding
me? You think I did it?

Damn it. Hey, I was
a victim on that boat,

okay? Marco. Marco.

Detectives, it's impossible.

We were at our
home food division.

20 sales reps can confirm it.

Callahan came
into your restaurant,

the boat you were on blew up,

Yamato is dead,

and, help me out here, Marco,
you're the common denominator.

I told you everything
I know, okay?

Except Yamato was my friend.

DIRECTOR: Next segment's
up. Beer-battered shrimp.

It could've just as easily
been me who was killed.

Yeah. We'll be in touch.

So, the Lantinis' sales reps
said the couple was hawking

their frozen ravioli when
Callahan was murdered.

So their alibi checks out.

Any bad blood between
him and Yamato?

Money problems? Mmm...

Hard to tell. Yamato's got shell
companies within shell companies

and investors
from here to Tokyo.

Guy sold a lot of raw fish.

Hey, so I checked
into insurance fraud.

Nothing. And so far

I can't find a thing
that points to the crew

or other chefs as targets.

Really? Not even
that, uh, Pablo what's.

That annoying barbecue guy?

Pablo Vaye. Mmm. Handsome

and he knows his way
around a brisket. And, no,

there's nothing pointing
to him. So, besides Lantini,

any links between Callahan and
the rest of the people on the boat?

Not even a thin thread.

But if we had any doubts

Callahan was tied
to that bombing,

they're gone.

That the kid's picture?
Mm-hmm. We uploaded it

to the server. Jay?

And now here's how it
looked on the light box.

Carrie was right.

Callahan had the boat schematic.

We find out where
he planted the bomb,

maybe we find our target.

So, we haul in the wreckage
and then reconstruct the boat.

Hell of a jigsaw puzzle.

CARRIE: I always loved
doing jigsaw puzzles

face down.

She memorizes
the pieces. It's scary.

I was going to say "amazing."

He was gonna say "amazing."

So, the reconstruction
can tell us more

about the bomb and
hopefully our bomber.

Jo.

WEBSTER: I just sent you a photo

of something I pulled
from Chef Yamato's body.

CARRIE: Oh.

That's a bolt.

You want to see it first?

No, I'm good, but
that bolt's trajectory

should help us pinpoint the
bomb's location and force.

Exactly... to the man
with the sexy voice.

The bolt penetrated
the gluteus medius, but

the sad irony is, it
landed in his stomach.

All right, thanks, Jo.

You know, I've
seen that bolt before

right... here.

She wasn't kidding
about the jigsaw puzzles.

That's the engine cover.

The bolt came from below.

Which would mean the source

of the explosion
was the engine room.

'Cause if the bomb exploded

anywhere else aboard,
the bolt would have melted

in the slow-burning fire.

But that bolt was blown
clean off and stripped.

The bomber hid the explosives
under the engine cover.

I've seen the schematics.

Yamato was cooking in
the galley, directly above it.

So, he could have
been the target.

Whoever did this knew
boats, tried to make it look like

an accidental engine fire.
AL: Callahan knew boats,

but he was dead before
the yacht exploded.

Doesn't mean
Lantini didn't hire him

to get the C-4 and
build the bomb, but

why would our chef board a
boat he knew would explode?

Doesn't add up.

It does if Callahan told
him where to stay safe.

It was a small charge.
That's why only one brick

of C-4 was used.
It is a perfect alibi.

We'll test the engine
cover for RDX residue.

Chromatography can confirm
it was C-4 that was used.

I'll let you know what I get.

I like the cut of his jib.

You're just saying
random words now.

Jay, what'd you find on Yamato?

Macheted through his finances.

Turns out Yamato was in the hole

to the tune of $4 million

to his main investor,
Oguri Holdings.

I know those guys.

They were indicted on
RICO charges in the '90s.

It's a front for the Yakuza.

Yakuza? Man, I didn't know
the sushi business was so rough.

Maybe rough enough
for Yamato to get blown up

for not paying back his debts.

Detective Carrie
Wells, Mr. Shiomi.

CFO, Oguri Holdings.

I'm here to help,
Detectives, but if this is

about the boat explosion,
you're wasting your time.

I can assure you
my firm has been

a fully legitimate
operation for ten years.

Chef Yamato's passing
brings me nothing but sadness.

AL: Yeah.

It's tragic to lose
four million bucks.

We lent Yamato capital, but
he was about to pay us back.

Not according to his books.

What was the money for?

I apologize, but our investors
require confidentiality.

AL: You won't have
time for your investors

with our forensic
accountants poring over

your fully legitimate operation.

It wasn't announced yet.

Chef Yamato just
won a bid to open

his restaurant at the
new Triumph Tower.

It was very competitive.

HOST: It was pier number...

We're done here.

Thank you for your time.

What was that about?

He's telling the truth.

The bid was competitive.

I think the Lantinis are
the next bidders in line

for that Triumph Tower space.

I saw the security badges

for that building
at their restaurant.

So, maybe Marco Lantini knocked
Yamato off the top of the pile?

Great. Got it.

Eliot's friend at Leasing
and Permits came through.

Carrie was right.

Marco and Giuliana
Lantini are next in line

for the Triumph Tower.

Hey, great to see you.

We're here to see Marco Lantini.

Oh. Missed him again.

If this is you acting, I can see

why you're still
working in a restaurant.

Okay, okay.

When Marco works late
or has a fight with Giuliana,

he sleeps upstairs.
Upstairs, where?

He's got a pied-à-terre on the
second floor right over there.

Mr. Lantini?

It's clear.

So, we got two chefs murdered.

Could this whole thing be about
the Triumph Tower contract?

The third chef in line

could have wanted Yamato
and Lantini out of the way.

Oh, that would be Pablo Vaye,
that annoying barbecue guy.

I'll get on it.

Yeah. Jo.

Hello. Well,

Chef Lantini was a powerful man.

The assailant had to
penetrate Marco's substantial

intercostals.

Six-pack.

Chef killed by his
own kitchen knife.

Missing from that
block right over there.

So, there's no
sign of forced entry.

Maybe Marco and Giuliana

get into a fight, she
goes psycho on him.

Do we really like her for this?

Marco outweighed Giuliana
by a hundred pounds, easy.

It would be virtually
impossible for

any woman to take down this guy,

in my professional opinion.

The assailant plunged

the knife into the
diaphragm, yanked it up,

and punctured the left
ventricle of the heart

to cause maximum damage.

I think I remember that move.

Right? That, uh,

stalker case up in
Ditmas Park, right?

The killer in that one had
military training. Same might be

true here.

Good luck.

I don't know.

Giuliana's got "motive"
stamped all over her.

She could have hired a hit man.

She gets rid of her husband,

scores her the
entire food empire,

right? Plus, she also inherits

the Triumph Tower space
ahead of Pablo Vaye.

Let's say Giuliana contracted
Callahan to blow up the boat.

And let's say the deal went bad.

Maybe Callahan showed
up at the restaurant,

tried to extort more money

from her. That'd make her sweat.

Maybe she hires

one of Marco's old pals
to bump off Callahan

and go through with the bombing.

Maybe Giuliana's hit man

blew up the wrong chef and
came here to finish the job.

I can't even get
out of the building

to make funeral arrangements
with the paparazzi out there.

I'm sorry, Detectives.
Would you like some tea?

We're good.

We know this is a tough day.

Please, find who did this.

Doing everything
we can, all hands.

That includes having

to ask you some hard
questions, Mrs. Lantini.

You and your husband
were having problems.

Can you tell us
what was going on.

We work in a
high-pressure environment.

We're passionate.

So, our marriage
could be a roller coaster.

Were we saints?

No, but... we were best friends.

We wanted things to work.

We were, um... We
were going to Rome.

I was hoping that it would...

I'm sorry, Detectives. Do
we have to do this now?

Mrs. Lantini, we
can't ignore the fact

that you're about
to inherit a fortune.

You don't think that
I killed my husband?

We know you have
nothing to hide.

I'm sorry. I was nowhere
near the restaurant last night.

I was here working
with my assistant.

We have a security camera
if you'd like to check it.

MURRAY: I'm
sorry, but there's also

a $5 million life
insurance policy?

That's nothing.

If I have to be crass,

my husband was worth
far more alive than dead.

We were a brand.

The Lantinis, the
happy cooking couple.

We needed each other.

In our line of work,

we see people's
needs get pretty twisted.

My life... what is
it without Marco?

Now, unless you're
going to arrest me,

I'll be upstairs, and my
assistant will show you out.

She's not telling
us everything. No.

I want you and
Jay digging into her.

Murray. This way, please.

Yeah, okay. Got it.

Coast Guard's
pulled up more debris,

and Carrie said she'll
meet you at the warehouse.

SEWELL: Check this out.

I may know how he
got the bomb on board.

Okay, what do you guys see?

Blast pattern of
shrapnel. Metal.

This is the top of the
engine room ceiling.

CARRIE: There are shards
of metal embedded in it.

Looks like the bomber hid
the explosives in some kind of

metal case.

Good thinking, Carrie.

Oh. Thanks, Chuck.

Chuck?

So, someone working
with Giuliana Lantini

could have hidden the
explosives in a catering cart?

Hmm, those are heavy
metal. This looks like

aluminum, tin, something cheap.

Well, we got bread crumbs
going in every direction.

We got to follow them all.

Nice job... Chuck.

JAY: I've been talking

to people all day who make food.

I haven't had a second
for lunch. I'm starving.

I'll get your favorite tuna
sandwich from the machine.

What do you have
on the Triumph Tower?

Well, the third chef
in line for the space

just withdrew his bid today.

He didn't want all the bad P.R.

Doesn't look like your annoying
barbecue guy's our killer, huh? No.

And we're still interviewing
everybody from the building

that night... residents, diners.

But it's looking like
business as usual there.

Hey, guys. Check this out.
The Coast Guard just dug up

the menu cards
from the yacht party.

The meal had timed courses.

Yamato wasn't supposed to be
cooking when the bomb went off.

That was Lantini's slot.

The two chefs switched courses.

So Lantini was
definitely the target.

Have Eliot pull strings.

We need a warrant. Okay.

Giuliana Lantini?

Police!

Clear.

Bedrooms.

Bedrooms are clear.

You hear that? Yeah.

We just missed her.

She's gone.

Hey, Carrie, Al. I got
the security footage

from Giuliana
Lantini's building.

Take a look.

Freeze it.

I just want you
to know, I-I want

to help you any way I can.

His shoes.

Bit of a workaholic,
according to my wife.

I'm also pretty damn lucky.

He's a chef at the
Lantinis' restaurant.

I saw him arguing with Giuliana.

Maybe they were
having an affair?

You thinking a lovers' quarrel?

She did seem like she
was hiding something.

Let it roll.

Lieutenant Al Burns. Be advised,

we got a charter boat
explosion at Chelsea Piers.

Notify Harbor,
Coast Guard, FDNY.

Send buses!

We got people in
the water out here.

MAN: Nick, get
away from the railing!

Are they okay?

CARRIE: He was there.

That backpack. I saw
the same backpack

at the pier the day
the yacht exploded.

He put his cell phone into it.

The remote trigger;
he's our bomber.

JAY: Let me check
Lantini's employees.

CARRIE: That's him.

JAY: Full name's Robert Singh.

Sous chef at Lantini's.

Married, no kids.

Served in the Coast Guard,

dishonorable
discharge for psych.

CARRIE: Coast Guard,

that's how he knows
Callahan. All right,

they're on the run.
Put it over the air.

Check airports,
train stations, tolls.

Text us his address
and send a radio car.

You got it.

Gita Singh?

Yes?

Where's your husband, Robert?

Check the house.
What's going on?

We're on scene. We have
a warrant. Where is Robert?

He's with the
woman he left me for.

If you find him,

tell him I'm tossing his crap.

What did he do? We
think he's connected

to three homicides
tied to a bombing.

What?! You think Robert...?

Wait, does this have to do with

that yacht in the
harbor with his boss?

Tell us what you know about it.

Nothing. But there was this

friend of Robert's that came by.

This man? Robert's
Coast Guard friend...

he was supposed to leave a,

a package on the workbench.

I brought him back here.

And he looked out
back, but he freaked out.

Al.

Those ATF guys
used C-4 to clear trees

for pools and patios... right?

Yeah.

Look around you.

Not a tree or a stump.

Singh must've lied to Callahan

about why he needed the C-4.

Callahan thought he was
giving him the explosive

for some harmless yard work.

He saw something
was off, got spooked.

Mrs. Singh, please, think hard.

Was there anything else?

Yeah, uh, he took something off

the workbench and ran out.

It was crazy, I called
the neighborhood watch...

AL: What did he take?

I'm not sure. I-It looked
like some blueprints.

Schematics. You didn't think to

call the police after
the yacht explosion?

Well, I read about it

but never thought,
never even considered...

But then... I didn't know

Robert was in love
with Giuliana Lantini.

HOST: Okay, Marco just left

for a party at Chelsea Piers.

Your husband knew Giuliana

before she was
famous, didn't he?

They have a history,

they worked at the same diner.

Yeah.

They both can go to hell.

Wait.

My uncle had these on his
boat... they're waterproof.

Does your husband have a boat?

Yeah. I mean, I haven't
been on it in like ten years;

I get seasick.

Where does he keep it?

I'm not sure.

Some place here
on Staten Island.

Okay, there are
like a dozen marinas.

Does he have records, receipts?

Any paperwork
connected to the boat

that might tell us
where he keeps it?

Uh... We're good.

We're good. Thank
you, Mrs. Singh.

The sticker on that
waterproof notebook

has the same logo on it

as a metal box I saw
sinking in the wreckage.

The box Singh used to
get that bomb on board.

Island Point Marina.

Callahan went to the
restaurant to confront Singh.

Singh hears about it,
he goes to Callahan,

shoots him, takes the C-4.

If Singh is on his boat,

my bet is,
Giuliana's on it, too.

Giuliana has a home in Bermuda;

they're heading there.

Detective. House is clear.

Stay here, secure the location.

Jay, send Sewell and backup

to Island Point Marina.

We're in the right place.

GIULIANA: Robert, please.

Please don't do
this. Just let me go.

Police! Don't move! Help me!

He's got a gun on
him. Please, help me!

Coast Guard's here.
There's no way out, Singh.

Let's go. Stay back! Robert!

Drop the gun!

ROBERT: Move
back! Robert, please.

Please, don't do
this. Just let me go.

Stay back, I said!

All right, I said,
move back, or I swear,

I will kill her!

Come on.

Don't make me do this!

Let's go! Keep moving! Let's go!

I can't get a clear shot.

Don't make me do it!

Just let us go, all
right? Just let us go.

Back up! Back up! Back up!

Robert!

I'm putting my gun away, okay?

I just want to talk to you.

No, you're liars.

You're liars like Giuliana.

I told you to back off!

You've known Giuliana since...

way back in the day
when you both had nothing.

You loved her.

Since you guys worked

at that diner together,

the one with the
little blue booths.

You know... you
know who she really is.

Remember?

I do remember.

She chose Marco, the rich one.

And she's doing it again.

She was gonna go to Rome
with him to forget about me.

She's never gonna
forget about you.

Look at her.

She's still the same
Giuliana you knew

back in the diner
all those years ago.

You don't want to hurt her.

Let her go. Let her go.

Please, just let her go.

Oh!

AL: You all right?

I got her; go after Singh.

Robert Singh,

you're under arrest
for the murders of

Marco Lantini and Ataru Yamato.

Sir, did you kill Marco Lantini?

WOMAN: Anything
else you can tell us?

Oh... Hello, Eliot.

The press needs to know
if order has been restored

to the gastronomic universe.

How's Giuliana?

Okay, considering
the circumstances.

Well, she's not going to

keep that mob off her for long.

Price of fame.

Speaking of which...

I have a press conference.

Great work out there.

Hey, Al, what do you
say we head up for some

deep sea fishing sometime?

There's lots of room
on the boat for three.

That sounds nice.

You know? Two strapping men,

the open sea, sunshine,
me in a tiny bikini...

I'm in on the fishing,
but we got to get back.

Later, Chuck. Bye, Chuck.

Do I detect a
little jealousy, Al?

Jealousy? Yeah.

I don't get jealous.

Uh, excuse me. October 19, 2001,

you nearly rearranged
that guy's face...

at Smokin' Joe's
Bar in Syracuse.

Remember that? The
handsy French professor?

No. No. No. That
guy who tried to play

the "no" game with me.

Oh... Oh, that guy...

I may have overreacted.

It was kind of hot, though.

You've always been overly
protective of me, still are.

Always will be.

Aw... Buy you a drink?

Only if you admit
that you're jealous.

A little bit.

Mission accomplished.

You can buy me a drink.

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