03x05 - A Moveable Feast

[bunniefuu]

Yo, Duke. (knocking on door)

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.

(shrieks)

(gasps)

(siren wailing)

WOMAN: Carrie.

Phyllis...

Hello. How's the
Gramercy Park round table

doing this afternoon?
Doing well.

(overlapping chatter)
Doing well, Carrie.

All right.

Yeah. Great day. Mm-hmm.

What's going on here? Barry?

You look like you
swallowed a canary.

(laughter)

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?

(all agreeing) 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?
(laughter)

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.

(laughter) Oh. We got her.

We got her.

(laughter)

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.

(groaning)

(Carrie whoops)

(phone rings)
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.

(laughter) 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 expl*sives,

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 g*nsh*t 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.

(sniffs)

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 expl*sive.

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.

(indistinct shouting)

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 expl*sives?

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

a homegrown t*rror1st
who got himself k*lled.

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-I need your help, okay?

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 th*gs 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

expl*sive 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
expl*sives home?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

(short sob)

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 k*ller 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 k*ller
could have the other one.

It's a small amount, but

properly placed, it could
take down a building.

Callahan's k*ller could be
running around with that

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

not picking up any

t*rror1st 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 A*F 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 c*ck 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-long wait list?

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

50 bucks for mushroom pasta?
(laughs)

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-alongs?

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. (exhales)

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!

(crowd gasping, screaming)

AL: Lieutenant Al Burns.
Be advised,

we got a charter boat expl*si*n
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 (over radio):
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 k*lled 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.
(laughs)

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 expl*si*n.

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.
(laughs)

Brother.

DIRECTOR: And... cut.

(indistinct chatter)

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 expl*si*n
was intentional,

a b*mb. And this man was involved.
A b*mb?

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 expl*sives.

We don't think
he was working alone.

And he was m*rder*d 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 k*lled.

Yeah. We'll be in touch.

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

their frozen ravioli
when Callahan was m*rder*d.

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-his-face?

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 b*mb,

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 b*mb and hopefully our b*mber.
(phone ringing)

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
b*mb'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 expl*si*n
was the engine room.

'Cause if the b*mb exploded

anywhere else aboard,
the bolt would have melted

in the slow-burning fire.

But that bolt was blown
clean off and stripped.

The b*mber hid the expl*sives
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 b*mb, 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 expl*si*n,
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 m*rder*d.

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 k*lled
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 k*ller 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? He had a temper?

(laughs)

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 k*lled 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.

(phone ringing)

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 b*mb 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 b*mber hid
the expl*sives in some kind of

metal case.

Good thinking, Carrie.

Oh. Thanks, Chuck.

Chuck?

So, someone working
with Giuliana Lantini

could have hidden the expl*sives
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 k*ller, 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 b*mb 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.

(tea kettle whistling)

You hear that? Yeah.

(whistling stops)

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.

(woman screaming)

Lieutenant Al Burns. Be advised,

we got a charter boat expl*si*n
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 b*mber.

JAY: Let me check
Lantini's employees.

(keyboard clicking)

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 A*F 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 expl*sive

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 expl*si*n?

Well, I read about it

but never thought,
never even considered...

(deeply inhales)

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 b*mb 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 g*n on him.
Please, help me!

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

Let's go. Stay back! Robert!

Drop the g*n!

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 k*ll her!

Come on.

Don't make me do this! (gasps)

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

I can't get a clear shot.

(Giuliana yelling)
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 g*n 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. (whimpering)

She chose Marco, the rich one.

(Giuliana whimpers)

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.

(whimpering)

Oh! (grunts)

AL: You all right?

I got her; go after Singh.

(clattering)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(gasping)

(grunts)

(groaning)

Robert Singh,

you're under arrest
for the murders of

Marco Lantini and Ataru Yamato.

(reporters clamoring)

Sir, did you k*ll 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.

(Carrie laughs)

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... (inhales)

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.

(sighs) A little bit.

(laughing)

(whoops) Mission accomplished.

You can buy me a drink.