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Oh, my God.
Final days! Computers, tablets!
All digital, half price! Closing sale, today only!
No, thank you. No, no, thanks. Flat screen. I give you half price.
You need DVD player? No one needs a DVD player.
Come on, Marshall, they're closing.
That's why the prices are so low. MAN: Come on in.
I got good deals for you. It's, um...
...Elon, right?
No, my name is Ami.
Oh, that's weird because you told me it was Elon
three weeks ago, when you tried to sell me a cell phone
at 5:14 p.m. at 22nd and Sixth Avenue.
No, not me. Yeah.
You. And also again in March.
March 18, 5:28 p.m. 26th and Second.
You were having another going-out-of-business sale.
And, weirdly, here you are, still in business.
What can I say? Times are tough.
That camcorder right there,
that model is two years old,
and I saw it online for $255.95,
and you're selling it "on sale" for $475.
That flat screen TV,
720p, not 1080p,
and if my memory serves me correctly--
which it pretty much always does--
it's plasma, not L.E.D. Okay, lady,
what is your problem? You want to know
what my problem is? You are ripping off innocent people
with your phony-baloney going-out-of-business sale.
Here's the other problem: I'm a cop.
So unless you want to go out of business
for real, I suggest you clean up your act.
Go in there, send Marshall and his nice girlfriend
on their way, okay? Whatever you say.
All right. You have a good day.
I'm on my way.
FEMALE OFFICER: Get back, please.
Get back.
I need you behind the tape.
Any witnesses? AL: Nope.
No sign of a wallet
or phone. Whole thing's a little funky.
Car's registered to a big Swiss diplomat
by the name of Lukas Emminger.
I thought maybe car thief,
but it wasn't hot-wired.
Key's in the ignition.
Kid looks too young to be part of the diplomatic corps.
Why do you take someone's wallet and cell phone
and leave a car like this?
Meth addict looking for a few bucks?
Single gunshot wound to the head?
Maybe our Swiss diplomat had some enemies.
AL: Nice ride, huh?
"Nice" hardly covers it.
This slice of heaven goes from zero to 120 in eight seconds.
Yeah, I had a Dodge Dart Swinger in high school
that was pretty fast. A Swinger?
With the flower over the "I" in the logo? Yeah, that's right.
I'd forgotten. Aw, I loved that car.
Okay, boss, if we're gonna work together
on this case, there's something you got to understand:
the Ferrari 458 is perhaps the highest achievement
of automotive engineering known to man. I noticed
it didn't have, like, a cup holder
for the Super Big Chug from Stop & Fill.
See, I got to have that in any car I drive.
So when you're done "examining" the evidence,
be nice if we had an I.D. on our victim.
As a matter of fact, I was just getting to that.
Our vic's prints aren't in the system,
but it turns out the car was involved in a chase last night.
Simple traffic stop-- ran through the signal,
then took off.
So, what, some...
rich kid on a joyride? Maybe.
DMV confirms our Swiss guy bought it this week.
That's why there are no plates-- it's still too new.
My money, I'd say Emminger's our best lead.
Which is why we're heading to his place in Mamaroneck
for a chat.
Jay, stay on the dead kid.
Sooner or later, someone's gonna miss him;
file a missing persons. You got it.
Come on, a Dodge Swinger? Really?
Yeah, really.
Ooh! Your chariot awaits.
Ah. I prefer the subway.
Sure you do. What's that supposed to mean?
I don't know. It's just... you've changed
your look since we moved out of Queens.
Like what? Well...
you're not buying your shoes at Soles4Less anymore.
Come on. One pair of nice shoes?
First it's the shoes, then you'll have the Rolex.
You're starting to look a little bit like Eliot.
Nice. He's snazzy.
Ooh. Detectives.
Hi. Please, come in.
Forgive the chaos.
It's always the busiest time of the day,
getting the children out to school
and what with the packing.
AL: You're moving? Yes.
Back to Bern. We've been in the U.S. too long.
And my family misses the mountains.
It seems like an odd time for you to be buying a new car
right before you leave. Ah, yes,
the vehicle that you mentioned on the phone.
You see, it makes a great deal of financial sense for me
to buy a car of that price and then to ship it home.
I'm head of the Division of Economic Affairs,
so you'll forgive me if I take a little pride
in knowing how to strike a bargain.
I'm not sure how you're gonna feel about your bargain now.
That's my car?
Mmm. What, you didn't... know it was missing?
It was never delivered.
I ordered it from a dealer,
Nick Castigan at Heritage Classics.
They said that they would bring it to me.
You bought a $400,000 car and you didn't check
to see if it was here?
Well, this might be hard for you to believe,
but my life is full of many things
that are more important than automobiles.
Do you recognize that young man? No.
Not at all.
This is terrible. What happened? We think someone
may be targeting you.
I'm a commercial attaché.
Basically, I take meetings and read contracts. It would help
if you could get us a list of your recent dealings.
Oh, uh, of course. Uh,
it's highly sensitive material, but I'll see what I can do.
One moment.
Excuse us. Helen. You...
look beautiful.
Peter, good luck on your history test.
And Celine...
you have a wonderful day, all right?
I'll follow you out in a minute. All right.
Do you think they're in any danger?
We have to assume they may be.
I'd like to have someone posted out front
and to accompany you and your family.
That won't be necessary. The consulate provides for our security.
No, not the paintings.
Please, take the couch first. MAN: Yes, sir.
Oh, and extend my sympathy to the boy's family.
Mm-hmm. Thank you.
EMMINGER: This way.
AL: All right.
Jay ran some background on Emminger. Nothing.
You know, guys like him make me
miss the creeps we had to deal with in Queens.
Really? You miss
One I loved
One-Eyed Danny the drug dealer.
NICK: God, that's Ezequiel.
Ezequiel Nadal. Mmm.
He's one of my best delivery guys.
What happened? We're hoping
you could fill some things in for us.
You say you gave him the keys to Emminger's vehicle at what time?
3:00 Anything
seem odd or different
about Ezequiel yesterday? NICK: No, not at all.
He's a good kid.
I gave him the car, the location,
and he went on his way-- he was here maybe 20 minutes tops.
This is terrible.
Mr. Castigan, we had some trouble identifying him.
Do you have contact info for him?
Home address?
Phone? Sure.
Let me dig it out for you.
MAN: I didn't know he had another job.
He never mentioned a delivery job to me.
Francisco?
He worked here, you know, in the garage.
Ever since his mother died
two years ago-- day and night.
Worked harder than me and his brother combined.
AL: And he never mentioned
Heritage Classics or Nick Castigan?
No.
I walked him to school every day.
It's only three blocks,
but I was always worried that something...
: He begged me to stop.
He was so embarrassed.
I finally did when he turned 17.
Papi, your office.
Let it ring.
CARRIE: Francisco, right?
Do you mind if Francisco shows me Ezequiel's bedroom?
You live here your whole life?
Mm-hmm.
FRANCISCO: No.
This is my room. Oh.
Ezequiel's is down here. Okay.
What happened to your face?
I fell off my bike.
Some fall.
Francisco, was your brother in any kind of trouble?
Something maybe your father didn't need to know about?
No. No?
You guys were close, huh?
You know, he, uh...
he-he was wearing an expensive suit, but I...
I don't see anything like that around here.
I don't know anything about a suit.
Did he seem to have more money lately?
Did you notice anything like that? No.
I think he might have owed somebody some money.
Do you know who? He never said.
He just mentioned something in passing.
What about a girlfriend?
Any friends maybe I should talk to?
No girlfriend.
Ezy didn't have friends like that.
No time.
He worked.
That's all he did.
In the morning,
he made the runs to the auto supply warehouses,
and then in the garage till after midnight,
just trying to get the cars done.
Sounds tough. He had a dream about
getting out of this place,
this crappy neighborhood.
He could have done it, too.
I bet he could.
What about you, Francisco?
You have the same dream?
Sometimes. Sure I do.
Well, then, it'll happen.
You just got to stay on your bike.
Listen, if you think
of anything, or you just want to talk...
you come find me, okay?
Thanks.
Okay, my preliminary indicates
he was clean-- no drugs or alcohol at all.
Handsome boy.
Yeah.
Okay, powder burns around the entry wound indicate
the gun was close.
Close enough to see his face, even if it was dark?
The barrel was within two to three inches.
Whoever shot him knew he was not Emminger.
And all of Switzerland sighs in relief.
Mm-hmm. It was a .22 caliber round, by the way,
which is unusual for a professional job.
Okay, so if it's not a professional hit,
then, maybe it's personal.
Maybe he knew his killer.
I vote he knew him.
Here, take a look.
Right here.
His brother had those markings on his wall.
I'm thinking gang markings.
Mm... maybe.
Thanks, Jo.
Anytime.
Whoa. Hey. Oh.
Dirty.
Uh, sorry, but
you got to know that the triple X
designation stands for a lot of things.
I set the safe search as high as I could, but...
Maybe we should give this one to Murray.
No, no, I'm on it. All right.
Wait a second. There, that guy, right there.
There was a picture of that guy in Ezequiel's room.
What is this?
Uh... message board.
Brotherhood of Street Racers. Wow.
All right, refine your search.
Triple X and-and street racers.
We got it. Looks like the Triple X
Burnouts is a crew working in and around Washington Heights.
All right, so Ezequiel and his brother were members
of a street racing club.
You know, Francisco said Ezequiel owed somebody money.
Well...
our guy here's the leader-- Steven McKinnon.
Maybe Ezequiel owed him?
This can't be right.
Yes, it can.
Hey, I'm Carrie Wells with the NYPD. This is
Al Burns... Is this about Stevie?
Yeah.
: Stevie!
Get up! Now!
He comes in all hours,
then he sleeps all day, and I worry,
but he says, "Don't worry, Mom.
"I'm a grown man.
I have my own life."
Would you like some sausage?
Stevie loves the organic andouille.
Oh, no, thank you.
That's more Al's speed than me.
Do you know your son's involved in street racing?
Street racing?!
In that piece of junk?
It's in the shop every week. Then I have
to take him to his Pilates class, and then drive him
to therapy.
I'm telling you, it's a nightmare.
Stevie!
There are people
here!
STEVIE: Coming, Ma. Geez!
Did you make the gluten
My celiac is kicking up.
Oh. The police, Stevie.
What do you have to say for yourself?
I paid those tickets. No, Steven.
We're here to talk about Francisco and Ezequiel Nadal.
And the Triple X
street racing crew.
Street racing, Stevie?
Li-Listen, you-you want my keys,
just take
But-but you can't prove anything. Ooh.
Stevie! Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Hey!
Oh, no.
Let me drive!
I ran a 10K here once.
I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand.
My car, I drive.
You navigate.
I love it when you're articulate.
You know, I would have caught him by now.
Had a head start. Al, open it up!
Come on, put your foot on the gas.
CARRIE: Faster, faster, faster! Whoo!
There you go.
You gotta get his attention.
Get his attention. Maybe he doesn't see us.
Now, that is just a little love tap.
You gotta get his attention.
Whoo! Come on!
What's he got in that thing?
He's gonna go straight. Don't follow him. What?
I know where we can cut him off.
Of course you do. Yeah.
Whoa! Watch out!
Take a left. I know a shortcut.
Go straight past this house with the lighthouse out front of it.
You're like a human GPS.
Hang a right at the picket fence on the next block.
You know how fast we're going? How fast?
Picket fence! Picket fence!
Stop at the corner.
He could have passed us.
Wait for it...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You... you guys have insurance, right?
Shut up!
Quite an interesting life you lead, Steven.
Yeah, it's all right.
I had a nice little chat with Francisco Nadal.
He tells me you're the one responsible
for pounding his face.
And that's why I ran.
See, I knew that kid was a punk ass.
So, we're starting with an assault charge,
then evading, maybe a moving violation or two.
Top it off with murder and I'd say
this has been a pretty good day for me.
Yeah, I didn't kill Ezequiel, all right?
I run a street-racing crew. I'm not a murderer.
No, you just beat the crap out of 17-year-olds.
He owed me a lot of money and wasn't paying up.
Didn't Ezequiel owe you, too? Hell, no.
Ezequiel didn't owe anybody ever.
He never lost a race in his life.
His brother, though...
Francisco.
Yeah. I mean,
this kid lost two big-money races back to back,
so when I... put the squeeze on him,
Ezequiel stepped up and said he would pay the debt.
He was supposed to meet me last night with the money,
but he never showed.
How much money?
Ten grand.
I'm never gonna see it now.
I can't put the screws to a kid whose brother got killed.
Yeah, that wouldn't be right.
No way, no how.
Ezequiel had a job delivering
sports cars.
Could he have been bringing one to you to pay you back?
Nah. I couldn't do anything with a stolen car.
All right, if you needed $10,000 in a hurry, where would you go?
My uncle. He's a dermatologist...
Ezequiel, Steven. Ezequiel.
Okay, and-and I had access to a Ferrari
or a Porsche or something? Yeah.
Chop shop. Cash money, no questions asked.
They love those rides.
Strip 'em down, ship 'em out in a matter of hours-- boom.
Boom.
AL: I had to pry this out
of the precinct's hands,
but they finally sent it over.
Dash cam from the cruiser
that pursued Ezequiel when he blew that light.
All for a stupid stop light. Mm.
Why'd he run?
He knew if they caught him, they'd impound the car.
Without the car, he'd never get the money
to clear his brother and get out.
That car was his ticket to a new life.
And that's the crime. Mm. So,
he's headed to a chop shop.
I figured maybe it's somewhere in the neighborhood
where he blew the light.
I did a quick cross-reference of the neighborhood and found...
Hold on.
Hey, you need help with that?
No, no, no, no... I got this.
Uh... there.
Like I said,
I ran a search on all the garages
in the area, cross-referenced...
That's the term you use, right, Jay?
Cross-referenced with criminal
violations and
found...
Juno's on 11th Avenue.
Auto body shop registered to Alma Delaney.
Convicted in Jersey on a variety of charges,
including receiving stolen goods.
Recently moved her shop from North Bergen.
That's, uh, incredible.
Yeah. Carrie and I are headed over there right now.
Oh, no, I meant, it's incredible that,
uh, you did all this computer stuff by yourself.
What's the matter, Jay?
Afraid you're gonna be obsolete?
: Yeah.
: Yeah, right...
Did you help him? No.
AL: These are some pretty nice cars, Ms. Delaney.
Seems like these are the ones
always get the dings, am I right?
Hey, you get that Charger
of yours knocked around, Detective, I'll take care of ya.
Yeah? Thanks.
Now I'm assuming you have contact info
for the owners of these vehicles?
Of course! Back in the office.
Uh, might take a while to find.
I-I'm not so good with the filing.
Before you do that,
tell me if you've ever seen this young man before. Uh...
No. He wasn't here
night before last? No.
Handsome kid like that, I'd remember.
Even at my age, right?
You're sure?
You want to take a longer look?
DELANEY: No. My lungs is bad, not my eyesight.
Never seen him.
What are these scratches here?
What are you talking about?
What
I got a car with scratches just like these.
A Ferrari. It's evidence in a murder investigation.
The murder of Ezequiel Nadal.
I told you, I never seen the kid before.
I don't know nothing
about no murder.
You know about the Organized Crime Control Act?
What's that?
It's the law that makes running a chop shop
for stolen car parts illegal.
There's also a little thing called obstructing a murder
investigation, so unless you want to be making
the license plates you're currently removing off
of stolen cars, I suggest
you take another look at the picture.
A-All right, uh, he, he was here.
When?
Couple of days ago.
He was trying to sell me something,
but I-I wouldn't touch a car like that.
Because it was stolen?
Because it was fake.
Fake?!
I see it all the time.
That-That's why we do the scratches-- to test the paint.
Ferrari has a patent on their colors--
made only for them.
I did the test myself, and it failed.
I-I sent him on his way.
Faux watches, sunglasses-- we all know about those,
but the world
of fake luxury cars
is a multimillion-dollar business.
Cars shine on the outside, engine parts not so much.
"Faux
MURRAY: Buyers know what they're getting?
Maybe.
I'm gonna say most don't.
Most folks probably can't tell the difference.
I mean, some people think that a Dodge Swinger is a slick ride.
Okay, so you put down half a mil on one of these,
then you find out you've been ripped off.
Guys have been shot for less.
Yeah, but why take it out on the delivery boy?
I mean, I'd go after the guy who sold me the car.
The gate is down.
What's he doing closed, middle of the day?
Don't know.
Hey, Al, it looks like the place has been tossed.
AL: Nick Castigan?
NYPD.
Thanks.
Webster confirms Castigan was killed
by a single shot to the head
a few hours before we arrived on scene.
Okay, so either some buyer figured out he bought a fake,
kills Castigan to settle the score,
or the guys who make these cars want their little scam
kept quiet.
Would explain taking out Ezequiel,
if he'd tripped to what was up.
You guys okay? I heard about Castigan.
Oh, the place was trashed,
but whoever did Castigan was long gone.
And, uh, how were the cars?
I think they're gonna pull through.
Did you have something for me?
Couple things.
One, we checked Ezequiel's phone records.
The night he was killed, he got a text asking him
to meet in the very location
where he was shot.
Number tracked to a burner cell, so no way to trace it.
But it confirms what we're thinking-- he knew his killer.
What else?
Aha, check this out.
On Castigan,
I tried to get an idea of what kind of inventory he moved,
so I ran a search on Heritage Classics--
Google Street View, satellites, maps, anything.
These are over six months.
But take a look: It's always the same cars.
He shifts 'em around,
but I don't think he's selling anything.
So Heritage is what, just a front?
You order the cars, they gotta come from an importer, right?
I think Castigan just arranges the fake titles
and registrations, and delivers the fake cars to the buyers.
We gotta find who's bringing in these cars.
Problem is, whoever killed Castigan cleaned out his files.
Yeah, the DMV keeps records of where cars are purchased.
You don't even have to wait in line to get 'em.
Voila, all the buyers whose cars came by way
of the late Mr. Castigan.
Our diplomat Emminger's name's on here twice.
JAY: Three times, actually.
The Ferrari and Aston Martin DB7 Vantage
and a Lamborghini Gallardo. Are you serious?
Give me a few hours in that garage.
They're fake, Jay.
Right.
Why would Emminger not mention
he bought other cars from Heritage?
Maybe we should ask him.
Yeah, Carrie and I'll head out there.
Yeah. Um, maybe you should talk to Eliot first?
Yeah.
I am not interfering with your investigation.
I didn't say, "interfering with," I said...
I know what you said.
The particular word you used was very evocative.
Eliot, we have a list of people
who were ripped off buying phony cars.
Our killer is probably on that list.
And I simply wanted to review that list,
maybe save you guys some time.
Review? I'm feeling the need to use that word again.
Guys, come on.
There's some big names on this list.
You are so right.
There are some huge names on this list. Enormous.
Francis Rhinelander Fitzwallace.
That is a big name. Lots of letters...
Very big name, yeah. ...in that name. It's huge.
Okay, I'll spell it out for you.
People who spend half a million dollars on cars
tend to be rich.
And rich people are friends
with, one, other rich people, and two,
elected officials,
some of whom can occasionally be useful to us.
I knew you had other agendas, but you are another agenda.
I am simply asking...
...that we stay away from the mayor's golfing buddies-- yes.
Not stay away, just approach with some discretion.
That's all.
Discretion. Good. Carrie?
Great. Okay.
Uh, uh, where are you going?
Well...
Lukas Emminger-- he's first on that list.
No. See, this is what I'm talking about.
You know you broke about 75 diplomatic protocols
that last time you questioned him.
Yeah, but we're gonna be discreet.
By the way,
the mayor doesn't play golf anymore.
He tore his rotator cuff.
AL: Mr. Emminger, do you have a second?
Of course. Go ahead, Philippe.
I'll be in in a moment.
Detectives, any luck with that poor young man:
No, not yet, but we did discover that you bought,
in fact, three cars from Heritage Classics.
I'm not sure I see the relevance of my automobile purchases
in a murder investigation.
Just wondering why you didn't mention that
in the first interview.
Well, frankly, I find that dimension
of my job as a trade attaché
better left undisclosed.
While not strictly illegal--
I'll be in in a moment.
It could be misinterpreted.
All right, and that could be uncomfortable for you.
I'm glad you understand.
Mm.
So these cars you bought,
they were gifts, yeah?
Yes, to friends. Oh.
I believe, in this country you call it "lobbying."
Actually, in this country, we call it "bribery."
Imagine, had you discovered yourself
that these gifts were fake, you'd be a little upset.
What do you mean, fake?
Wait-- you weren't aware that the cars you bought
from Heritage Classics were counterfeit?
Oh, I see. No, I was not aware.
Mr. Emminger, it occurred to us that realizing you paid
$2 million for fake cars
might make some people very angry.
Oh, I assure you I had no idea the cars were illegitimate.
Have you spoken to Nick Castigan in the past two days?
Detectives, I hope I've been of some help,
but I'm afraid I'm being rude.
Perhaps, if you need any further communication with me
you can arrange it through the consulate.
Thank you. Good day.
You know, he seemed genuinely surprised.
I thought so, too.
Hmm.
By the way, you were very discreet.
Nice discretion.
You were pretty good.
You couldn't help yourself with the bribery line.
Jay, how you doing finding the importer?
Glad you asked. I've been searching
for the point of entry on the Heritage vehicles.
Looks like
they could've come in at several spots
along the Eastern seaboard.
So then I thought, what if I track Ezequiel
the night he was killed, see where he might have made his pickup?
Turns out our boy had a PATH Smartlink card,
which took him to Jersey City,
home to the Port Authority's Vehicle Preparation Center.
Got a name for us?
Almost. There are literally, like, hundreds of importers down there.
I'm trying to get some security footage.
Jersey City, huh?
CASTIGAN: This is terrible.
Ezequiel Nadal--
he's one of my best delivery guys.
What
AL: Well, maybe you can fill some things in for us.
You say you gave him the keys to Emminger's vehicle
at what time?
CASTGIAN: 3:00, 3:30.
Krinkowski Limited.
You got that on your list of importers?
JAY: Bingo.
Listen, my pops started this business 40-odd years ago.
We brought in three, four million cars through here.
Never one iota of trouble.
Nick Castigan, Heritage Classics.
You heard of him?
Not really.
Everything's "classic" this, "blue ribbon" that.
I can't keep track.
How about Ezequiel Nadal, 21, delivery driver?
Do I look like a guy that deals with errand boys?
All right, then we'd like to see the Customs paperwork
filed this past month.
Preferably the 7501 forms.
Yeah, I know the form numbers, but no, you can't.
Not without a warrant.
AL: I thought you ran a clean business here.
I loved One-Eyed Danny the drug dealer.
Hey, Al?
That guy was at Heritage Classics.
Hey.
Hey! Police!
Al, keep him busy.
I got an idea.
Shotgun.
MURRAY: Mr. Mullin, ballistics from your gun match Mr. Castigan.
That and your previous convictions for attempted murder
mean you're going away forever, unless you help us out.
What I'm trying to tell you is
this is a business.
Just cars and such.
Maybe it's a little shady,
but I didn't have anybody killed.
Not Castigan, not anybody!
My colleague tells me Mullin's already gave you up,
said the whole thing was your idea, your plan
to wipe the slate clean.
Why did you kill Ezequiel Nadal?
I didn't. You're trying to tell us...
I didn't kill the kid!
Castigan called me up! He was worried
what he was gonna say when the cops showed up.
So I sent Mullin over there
to talk to him, that's it!
He's the one with the gun, the record.
I'm just a businessman.
This is all Krinkowski.
He was afraid someone would find out about the cars.
Told me to kill Castigan and clean out his records.
And Ezequiel?
I'm telling you,
why would I kill a kid who delivered cars?
He picked up the keys from the girl.
He had no idea what was going on.
Both of these guys are lying through their teeth,
trying to pin it on the other one.
Webster confirmed what Mullin said about the ballistics.
He used a nine-millimeter on Castigan.
The gun is registered to him.
Problem is, Ezequiel was shot with a .22.
We pulled a dozen guns out of Krinkowski's garage.
Any one of these guys could have done it.
They didn't kill Ezequiel.
We broke an international auto fraud ring and caught
Nick Castigan's killer, and I'm thinking,
with enough pressure,
we can make 'em for Ezequiel's murder as well.
It was a good day, Carrie.
I'm telling you
we're missing something.
Now I want to go into that
list of buyers again, see if one of them has a registered .22.
Please, I got people from the City Council calling me,
diplomats from the State Department.
It's like half the traders on Wall Street
bought one of those cars. We're done.
I can't go to this kid's father and tell him
we have the guy who murdered his son.
I can't do that.
Then I will.
What's your take on this?
You're right.
You have who you need.
So what difference
does it make if you give us 48 hours
to rework the list?
Fine, stay on it.
But just so we're clear, this is serious business.
The Swiss embassy's requesting
a letter of apology from the NYPD.
What Why? Because they can.
You got 48 hours. Go.
Hi. I don't know if you need this,
but here's my report on Ezequiel Nadal.
Anything new?
Not much. Except I may have figured out
where he was planning on spending the rest of his life.
Someplace hot.
AL: What makes you say that?
There were some odd things in his blood work.
Traces of vaccines;
unique combination of chloroquine and proguanil.
You need those to travel
to tropical countries like India, South America.
Wait a second.
Do you recognize that young man?
No, not at all.
You look beautiful.
And Celine, have a wonderful day, all right?
EMMINGER: I'll follow you out in a minute. All right.
Emminger's oldest daughter.
Listen, have it back...
Eliot. Yes? Ugh.
You got a minute?
Maybe.
So, that personal apology?
I would like to deliver it in person.
Really?
Who exactly do you want to apologizing to?
Lukas Emminger.
Yeah. That's what I was afraid of.
I'd really hate to miss him.
He leaves the country tomorrow.
You know, I was really starting to love this job.
Do me a favor?
Be discreet?
Be careful.
Okay.
I'll get Lukas.
I'm sorry I can't offer you a place to sit,
but we're all packed and leaving.
It's our last night here.
What's going on, detectives?
Just wanted to let you know we found the boy's killer
and to apologize if we caused you any concern.
Not at all. We all have our jobs to do.
I was just wondering-- before you leave--
why didn't you tell us your daughter was in love with Ezequiel Nadal?
This is her picture, right?
Yes. What is this?
AL: We believe your daughter met Ezequiel
when he delivered
a car to your husband.
They went together to deliver other cars.
Ezequiel posted that on his Instagram.
I don't understand why my daughter's relationship
with this young man is police business.
I want to talk to your daughter now.
Absolutely not.
Hey, Celine.
EMMINGER: Celine!
I don't have anything to hide.
You were running away
together, weren't you?
To India, Goa.
No! I forbid you
to answer any questions.
Yes.
We met when he came with the cars.
And we kept it a secret because we knew.
We wanted to be different people in a different place.
We were supposed to leave that night.
Ezequiel said he was getting some money
and he would meet me on the corner.
So I packed a bag.
I went, I waited.
Never came.
EMMINGER: Celine, you told me,
you promised me that you had broken it off with him.
We were in love.
God.
I don't understand.
Why are you here?
We found this text message in Ezequiel's cell phone records.
"Meet me at the corner of Avenue C and 14th."
Did you send that text?
No.
Ezequiel was killed at that address.
CARRIE: It's from a burner phone.
Untraceable.
But you know the number, don't you?
It's mine. Ezequiel got us a phone,
but I-I didn't send that message.
No, no, no, this could not be my daughter's cell phone number.
GISELE: Stop lying.
You must stop lying, Lukas.
Mama? I'm so sorry.
Gisele, stop.
No. Don't.
The phone...
I can fix this.
...was not a surprise.
I found it in your room, and I showed it to Lukas.
We-We read the texts.
Stop now!
: You knew it was in her bag.
You did.
Did...
Did you kill Ezequiel?
I was just trying to protect my family.
I spoke with both of them.
I-I offered him money to go away.
He wouldn't take it.
Celine promised me that she had broken it off,
and then I read the text
and I saw their plan.
I was about to lose my daughter forever. I had just...
GISELE: No! Celine!
Celine?
I don't want to be here.
I want you to put the knife down, honey, okay?
I don't want to be here anymore.
I know, but I need you to put the knife down.
GISELE: Don't... Celine.
You don't get to talk!
Celine, look me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Celine, look at me.
I know you loved Ezequiel.
I know you loved him so much.
And he loved you, didn't he?
Of course.
Of course he did.
Then how can you imagine hurting yourself like this?
He wouldn't want you to die, right?
He'd want you to live and go to India and be free
and swim in the ocean.
But we can't!
Yes, you can, you can.
Celine, look at me.
CARRIE: You have your whole life ahead of you.
Don't make his death for nothing.
You can live life for both of you, okay?
You can.
Okay, come here. Give me the knife.
Lukas Emminger, you're under arrest
for the murder of Ezequiel Nadal.
You have the right to remain silent.
Don't bother!
Perhaps you've never heard of diplomatic immunity?
Let's go.
Good job today.
All for nothing, though, right?
Does that creep really get immunity?
Or make your friends at City Hall happy--
no diplomatic scandal.
Funny thing about that.
Did you know diplomatic immunity is a privilege
that can be waived by the visiting ambassador?
Well, after a lovely talk with me,
turns out the Swiss see the value
in having a friend in Major Crimes.
A point I believe I was trying to make with you earlier.
Immunity's waived.
Emminger stands trial for murder.
You just saying good
It's tough.
You know, even when you know the truth, still...
hate to see her go.
I'm sure she'll find a good home.
Yeah.
Let me ask you something. You didn't really have
a Dodge Swinger in high school, right?
Sure. Why not?
I don't know, just...
not how I imagined you, I guess.
Well, people will surprise you.
Jay.
I had a '65 Shelby Mustang.
428 under the hood, with a top-loading four-speed
and a Traction-Lok rear end I built myself.
Ran it into a tree night of my senior prom.
Still... that's more like it.
Damn.
CARRIE: Hello.
Hey.
You want to take it for a spin
before they haul it away?
No, no, no. Not my style.
Besides, I think the Italians made
a big mistake with the Ferrari.
Is that right?
No back seat.
I don't think that's important.
August 14, 2000,
South shore, Lake Onondaga?
You were driving a 19...
...1996 Chevy Impala SS.
Very usable back seat.
Very usable.
I'm headed to the subway.
You want to walk with me?
Yeah.
Listen, about those shiny, shiny shoes of yours.
I like them.
Forget it.
I gave 'em to the Salvation Army.
Al, why?!
That's okay.
They were Gucci knockoffs, anyway.
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