03x11 - True Identity

[bunniefuu]

All right, hold up.
I got to take a leak.

Dude, you should hold it.

Yeah, that's what I'm intending.

No, I-I'm telling you. I heard about
this guy who tried to take a leak

in Prospect Park, gets
arrested for exposure,

and now he has to
register as a pervert.

That must be tough for you, man.

Holy...

Hey, Ben. What's a 12-letter word
for the theme of Paradise Lost?

What kind of question is that
for a bartender?

Meaning of life, secret of happiness.
Those I got answers for.

Well, those are the easy ones.

Thought you knew everything,
anyway.

I remember everything. Like the fact
that I never read Paradise Lost.

Hey, Pete.

Those drinks aren't
on the house.

I can't keep covering you.

Yeah, I know, I know.
I just... I rolled out

and forgot my cards.
I'll get you back.

You said that last time.
No, I didn't.

Uh, yes, you did.
Last three times.

Two months ago.
Thursday, 10:33 p.m.

You bought some vodka tonics
for a bunch of chicks

who never even thanked you,
and then you came in

three weeks later,
said your girlfriend

Barbie was cheating on you, downed four
shots of tequila at six bucks a pop.

And then, it was what?
Sunday, a week ago, 5:43 p.m.

You came in with
your new girlfriend Justine.

Said you were celebrating.

Five pints, and then there was

the round that you bought
for the house,

which was seven white wines,
six White Russians,

five gin and tonics,

and, of course,
the single malt, 18 year,

which I took you up on.

Thank you very much for that.

So that would bring your total to...
$341.30.

$341.35.

Pay up.

I'm a cop.

Don't make me
toss you in the clink.

Oh, it's... Found it. Oh.

(phone ringing)

I owe you one.

341, to be exact.

Hey, Al.

Yeah.

CARRIE: What do we got?

26-year-old female.

Joggers found her an hour ago.
Name is Suzanne Mills.

I'm guessing that has something
to do with why you're out here.

Ms. Mills worked, until this
morning, at Platinum Select.

That has everything to do
with why I'm out here.

WEBSTER: Platinum Select?

The most exclusive matchmaking
service on the East Coast?

Of course it is.

It's not just
a matchmaking service,

it's more like
the spawning ground

for half the power couples
in the city.

WEBSTER: People pay Gwen Stein
50 grand to set up these mixers

with pre-screened dates
to find Mr. Right.

According to her, 98.7 of her
matches end up in marriage.

Heard it on The Talk.

And that works?

ELIOT: Let's just say it
worked for two chairmen

of the Federal Reserve,

a minority owner
of the Brooklyn Nets,

and a former police commissioner
of New York.

A who's who of people
you'd rather we not piss off.

I'm just saying, this falls under
the "tread lightly" category.

Uniforms canvassed the area.

Uh, nobody heard
or saw anything.

Looks like her phone is missing.

No money or credit cards
in her wallet,

just her I.D. (phone ringing)

Delson here. Okay.

Bruising around the neck

and petechial hemorrhaging
in the eyes

would indicate strangulation.

AL:
Torn blouse, unbuttoned pants.

Sexual as*ault?

Yeah, that goes along with
the strangulation M.O.

For what it's worth, there were

no signs of the body
being dragged.

I think she died right here.

What about her shoes?

She wasn't jogging,
she wasn't hiking.

So, what was she doing here
this early in the morning?

Meeting somebody?

Sure as hell wasn't Mr. Right.

I checked for similar
patterns in the area

going back six months.

Nothing remotely
matching this M.O.

Cameras in the park? Not a one.

Good place for
a private rendezvous.

What about next of kin?

That's tough.

What we know so far is

she's from Joliet, both
her parents are dead,

and no siblings.

What's weird is, aside
from her boss Gwen,

there's not much evidence
of anyone else in her life.

Okay, keep digging. Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

So... I'm thinking maybe she
was an outdoors kind of girl.

There's all these topo maps.
Maybe she liked to hike.

Well, people tend to
hike with friends.

Not me. I hike alone.

Clears my head.

Al, look around you.

She was here a year and a half,

but there's nothing on the
walls, nothing personal.

Almost like she wasn't
expecting to stay.

Sounds familiar.

Hey, you haven't been
to my place in a while.

You ever hang that Miles Davis
print I got you?

It's in a safe place. On a wall?

Uh, leaning against a wall.

WEBSTER:
I think she died right here.

CARRIE: Look at her shoes.

Suzanne was a six and a half.

So?

So these are an eight.

And there's a couple more pair
in here.

So maybe someone else
was living with her?

Maybe.

Well, I don't know.

There's only one toothbrush.

(water running)

This thing has been running
since we been here.

GWEN: Tell her to forget the green dress.
The silver's more flattering.

And, God, I told her to
lay off the Mexican food.

Jay's got it as crystal meth,
street grade.

Can't tell much else till they do the
lab analysis. No prints on the bag.

CRAIG: She also wants to
live tweet the mixer.

She said she's the one
paying for it, so...

No way. Grab her phone.

And remind her not to
talk about her dog

like it's an actual child.

Thanks, Craig.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Detectives.

This thing with Suzanne
is terrible,

and we're all in shock.

What can I do for you?

Just want to know
how Suzanne seemed.

Actually, I know what I can do for
you: get you up on that board.

I have a mixer in ten minutes
for the Duchess Elizaveta.

Rich ladies love cute cops.

Especially ones with dimples.
What do you say?

You should totally do it. Yeah.

He's still looking for
that special someone.

I'm good, thanks.

I'm happy with what I have.

Had. Had.

Ms. Stein, how was
Suzanne doing at work?

Any problems with
other employees?

Not a one. She was the
best handler that I had.

Handler?

Suzanne would meet with

the clients one-on-one,
usually in their offices

or their homes sometimes.

She pre-screened them.
And then, if I felt

that a particular individual
was worth the effort...

And could pay the price.

...then we'd make
the magic happen.

And how exactly do you do that?

CARRIE: Let me guess.

Trade secret, right?

Exactly. But believe me,
it's harder than you think.

True love takes
a lot of hard work.

CARRIE: Not for you, apparently.

Well, sometimes you get lucky.

Jake and I just connected.

Jakey.

All right? Thanks. Yeah. Sure.

Jake, this is Lieutenant
Burns and Detective Wells.

They're investigating
Suzanne's death.

(groans) It's so terrible.

Anything we can do to help.

Thanks.

The guys are about ready, babe.
Okay?

GWEN: Unfortunately,
Jake and I are

the exception to the rule.

Most people-- they don't
have the fairy tale.

Which is where I come in.

Your clients must get
real demanding, huh?

Yes. The uber-rich usually are.

But Suzanne-- she really knew

how to give them
what they wanted.

Like drugs?

Excuse me?

We found a stash of meth
at Suzanne's apartment.

Enough to suggest
she could have been selling it.

I know nothing about that.

So, if one of those
uber-rich clients needed

a little pick-me-up
to help them at their mixer,

Suzanne would have said no?

Are we done here, Detectives?

I got to get back to work.

Sure. I just need to
see your client list.

That's impossible. My clients
require complete discretion.

Oh, come on. Play nice.

Look at my dimples.

You know we'll just get
a subpoena anyway.

You sure about that?

Judge Reinhart...

Chief Judge Reinhart
and his wife Sarah--

two of my most
satisfied clients.

Have a good day.

You know, I think I got this.

Guys, Gwen's on her way up,

but feel free to grab a drink
and just chill.

All you have to do is wait
for the woman of your dreams

to walk right up
those steps, all right?

Have fun, relax, take it easy.

¶ ¶

Jeff!

Jeff, hey.

Excuse me.

Yeah, hey.

That vegan place over on Third?

I love that place.
Yeah, yeah, me, too.

I love their cashew cheesecake.

(laughs): It's awesome.

You know what? This place is so boring.
How about...

How about you go over there,
get us a table.

I know they don't take
reservations.

I'll see you there.

CARRIE: See you there.

What is she doing?

What do you think?

Oliver, tell me you remember me.

Don't break my heart.

Lanai? You're the one
who got me up on the board.

Oh, wow.

Ah, I can't believe you're here.

Seems like it was fate, right?

You know what I'd like to do?

I'd like to get out of here,
with you.

Somewhere private, talk surfing.

You live near here?

I got a place in Tribeca.

Ooh.

I'll get us a car.

Oh, oh. M-Make her stop.

No, no, no. I can't.

She could do this all day.

You really want
the Duchess to come out

and find nothing
but a $500 cheese board?

No.

Charles, Charles, Charles!

I loved your TED talk on
cognitive enhancement.

I mean, ooh, ah. Sexy.

Okay, fine.

You can have the client list,

but only the clients
pertaining to Suzanne.

That should work. For now.

...which is why, as a
bioethicist, I must speak out.

Yes, you must, you must. And...

And I'm sure that the Duchess
will appreciate that.

Have a nice day.

Hi!

You were having a little
too much fun over there.

Fun? No, no. I need a much more of
a challenge-- fish in a barrel.

The kind of challenge I need is
a challenge with dimples.

Hmm. Let's go.

So on her credit
card application,

Suzanne Mills puts down that
both her parents are deceased

back in Illinois.

But here's the thing: I can't
find any record of them.

Well, death records can be
pretty spotty, right?

Especially in a smaller town.

Yeah, but I can't find any
record of Suzanne Mills at all.

Not in Joliet or anywhere
else for that matter.

No high school graduation,
no DMV records, summer jobs.

How about bank accounts?

Mm, same thing. There's nothing.

I'm telling you, Jay, it's like
this girl didn't exist

before she moved to New York
18 months ago.

Liver temp suggests time of
death about six hours ago,

so that puts it at 8:00 a.m.

No sign of sexual as*ault.

And what about
the toxicology report?

Clean as a whistle.

She may have been dealing meth,

but she sure wasn't using it.

This is interesting,
which goes to cause of death.

You said she was strangled.

I did. She was.

Twice.

These are handprints.

Looks like he tried to strangle
her with his bare hands,

and then, for some reason,
couldn't finish the job.

I found a second set of bruises.

I think he stopped.

She was unconscious... God,
I hope she was unconscious.

He flipped her over,
he finished the job

with some kind of ligature--
I don't know what kind--

but that's what k*lled her.

So he knew her.
And he didn't want to look

at her face while
he was k*lling her.

Yeah. I'm waiting for
subdermal photography,

so hopefully we can I.D.

some of these interior
bruises to find out

what kind of ligature he used.

But you're right, it was
an intimate k*lling.

She knew her k*ller.

Anything else?

Uh, yeah. She had some ink.

Nothing really exciting, just,
you know, flowers and stuff.

But then there's this.

Tell her to forget
the green dress.

The silver is much
more flattering.

Thanks, Craig.

One of Gwen's employees,
Craig Zadoc,

had a very similar tattoo,

only it was
79.0710 degrees west.

Well, that can't be
a coincidence.

What was that number again?

79.0710 degrees west,
43.0800 degrees north.

It's around Niagara Falls.

A bed and breakfast.

Wow. Looks like Suzanne and Craig
were more than just coworkers.

CRAIG: We were engaged.

The coordinates were
Suzanne's idea.

Niagara Falls?

We used to go hiking
on the weekends.

We went up there a couple times.

It's, um... It's where
I proposed to her.

How is it no one else knew
you guys were engaged?

It's a secret. Because of Gwen.

Sh-She's got this thing that all
her handlers had to be single.

She didn't want personal stuff
interfering with work.

But Gwen wasn't single.

Yeah, well, that was Gwen.

She liked the rest
of us to be available.

Suzanne and I were gonna wait
till we found new jobs.

She said she had a plan,
she asked me to be patient.

AL: It's a nice story, Craig.

Only problem is, when your
fiancée turns up dead,

why didn't you go straight
to the police?

I-I panicked.

Yeah, a k*ller panics, Craig.

Why'd you panic?

I told you, I loved her.

I would never hurt her.

But you do have a temper,
don't you?

You took two prior as*ault
collars over the past ten years.

Then there's the outstanding
arrest warrant pending

from North Carolina.

I've done some bad stuff.

I used to drink back then,
I'd pick fights in bars,

but I've done my time,
and I've stopped now.

That arrest warrant's for
a speeding violation.

I swear to God,
I would never hurt Suzanne.

I didn't come to you because I
knew you'd find all this stuff.

Where were you
yesterday morning?

It was my day off.

Um, I was supposed to meet
Suzanne for lunch.

When I couldn't reach her,
I just...

I hung out at the apartment.

A guy came.

There was an exterminator guy.

Find him.
He'll tell you I was home.

Don't worry, we will.

You know anybody who was staying
with Suzanne? A woman?

No, I never saw anybody.

We also found some crystal
meth in Suzanne's apartment.

No, no way.
S-Suzanne didn't do drugs.

Trust me, I know. I mean... Like
I said, I've made mistakes.

Craig, do you know anybody
who would want to hurt her?

No. Why would anybody
want to hurt her?

Someone from work.
A client she talked about.

No. I... I mean,
she met so many guys,

sometimes she would have to
reject the weirder ones.

That would piss them off.

Someone in particular
she talked about?

No, but, I mean...

Gwen deals with some
really high-end clientele.

I can't believe one of them
could do something like this.

So, it's a no-go
on the fiancé, huh?

He's sticking in town,
but I don't think he did it.

Exterminator puts him at his
place pretty much when he says.

It'd be tough to make it over

to Bushwick Park
at the time of death.

Any more info on Suzanne's life?

We tried to contact her
supervisor from her last job

as a waitress in Virginia Beach.

But the restaurant
never existed.

What about her phone records?

Uh, we think the phone
was taken from the scene

and turned off soon
after the m*rder.

And maybe because of this.

AL: That's a lot of calls
from that one number.

18 to be exact.

Number belongs to this guy,
Lee Ross, software developer.

Guy's, like,
a paper billionaire.

He's got contracts
with over half

of Silicon Valley to create apps
for his own Ross Glass.

Craig mentioned that
some of the clients

would get pretty
pissed off if Suzanne had

to tell them they
didn't qualify.

Exactly. Which is why
I cross-referenced Ross

with Gwen's client list.
Turns out,

Platinum Select worked
with them three months

before they dropped him.
Don't know why.

Let's find out.

Look, it sucks Suzanne's dead,
but I had nothing to do with it.

I barely knew her.

AL: How many times you meet?

Oh, three or four.

I did what she said--
got some new clothes,

smoothed out the rough edges,

and I think I'm ready to go;
I'm ready for

my 30 hand-picked hotties.

But then, a week before my
par-tay, Suzanne calls me

and tells me
I am not approved as a client.

She say why
you weren't approved?

Guess the fact
that I've been divorced.

Three times.

She said it wasn't
good for Gwen's brand.

Still, my money's good,
so I called her,

see if they'd reconsider.

You called her 18 times, Lee.

Maybe after three or four,

you figure they're not
reconsidering.

What?

No. I didn't do that.

I called her once
and left a message.

Where were you
yesterday morning around 8:00?

On a jog. In Bushwick Park?

No, the Reservoir
in Central Park.

Can anybody confirm that?

I was wearing my Glass.

Recorded everything.

Joe can download it for you.

AL: You ever hang that
Miles Davis print I got you?

CARRIE: It's in a safe place.

Hey, Joe.

Hey.

These photos on your computer
of Suzanne-- you take them?

Sit down!

You just became
our number one suspect.

Look, I didn't do anything,
okay?

Then why'd you try to run?

I don't know. I freaked out.

Yeah, Suzanne came by
to meet with Mr. Ross, and

we talked a little.

I thought she was cute,

so I asked her out,
but she said no.

Then you called her 17 times
to get her to change her mind,

and when that didn't work,
you k*lled her.

What? No, I'm telling
you, I just found out...

Joe, look at things
my way, okay?

On the one hand,
I got a dead girl.

On the other hand, I got a guy

who asked her out, and
when she said no, stalked her,

called her 17 times,
took hundreds

of photos of her
without her knowing.

You see how this looks to me?!

I didn't k*ll her.

You got to believe me.

Yeah, I did all those
other things.

I know I got a problem
that way, but...

I thought maybe I could kind of
make it work out.

You thought wrong, Joe.

Where were you
yesterday morning?

I was doing errands
for Mr. Ross.

He told us
he sent you on errands.

You got any proof
you actually did them?

Yeah. People saw me.
I can tell you where I was.

I can tell you.
Start writing, Joe.

Stupid thing is, all the
stuff I was doing--

it wasn't gonna make
any difference.

Yeah, my experience--
and this is just me--

the stalking thing:
not a turn-on.

Okay, yeah, I get it.

But that's not what I meant.

Suzanne-- she wasn't into guys.

How do you know?

Just look at my pictures.

She was with this chick.

I got her going
into Suzanne's house.

She's got a key.

They wear the same clothes.

They were holding hands
in one of them.

So, see?

It wasn't about me.

Keep writing.

JAY:
Okay, Suzanne's mystery woman.

First-off, no one recognizes her

at the building;
it the same at Gwen's.

I talked to the fiancé Craig.

He says he doesn't know her, and he's
not buying that Suzanne was dating her.

Wouldn't be the first time a
fiancé's been surprised, right?

I have a feeling our Suzanne
has a lot of surprises.

This is what I wanted
to show you guys.

Yeah, that's Suzanne's building.
Right. Now, our

mystery woman headed
into Suzanne's building

at 3:05 p.m.

I didn't see any car

in the surveillance photos,
so I figured...

The subway. Right.

If she took the subway, odds are

she took the M train
to the Marcy Avenue stop,

'cause it's only a couple blocks
away from Suzanne's apartment.

Okay.

And I'm really proud
of myself for this one.

I tracked all the way
along the M train,

and using facial recognition,

cross-checked it
with the subway security footage

with all the photos
we had of our mystery lady.

And guess who's coming out
of the Seneca Ave stop.

Our mystery lady.

That's right. How
awesome is the Jay Man?

I'm thinking maybe she was
an outdoors kind of girl.

There's all these topo maps.
Maybe she liked to hike.

Wait a second.

That little happy pig.

Suzanne had a magnet with

the exact same logo
on her fridge.

"Smiling Pig Donuts."

Yeah, I've seen them
both come in here.

AL: Have any names? Nah.

Just know that they come in
together about once a week.

That one liked Bavarian
Cream, and the other--

she always got a
chocolate glazed.

Person finds a donut
that they like,

they stick to it. One
guy used to come in...

Okay, thank you, uh, Desiree.

Did you happen to hear

where they were going
or where they come from?

Sorry.

Mostly, I just focus
on the donuts.

You look like a maple frosted.

If you think of anything else,

could you give us
a call, please?

Thanks. Come on,
Maple Frosted Guy.

Hey.

Group like that--
smoking cigarettes,

drinking coffee, eating donuts--

generally means
a 12-step meeting, right?

Suzanne did have a bag of
meth in her apartment.

Maybe they were
in recovery together.

I'm sorry, but this is where
the anonymous part

really gets in the way,
Detectives.

We understand your resistance,
but please.

This woman was k*lled yesterday.

We need all the help we can get
to solve her m*rder.

Please, if there's anything at
all you think you can tell us.

That's Maria and that's Claire.

AL: Claire?

You're sure? Yes.

I don't have their last names,
of course.

Maria's struggling
with a meth addiction,

been in and out of the program
for years.

Claire joined us
about six months ago.

She'd had a cocaine problem.
She's been clean for two years.

So they didn't
join the program together?

No. No, they met here.

And from what I could tell,
they became really close.

Claire was like an older sister,
trying to look out for Maria.

They wanted to help each other

improve their lives.
Was it working?

Recovery was a real struggle
for Maria.

She was clean
as of last week, but...

she told me she'd
scored some meth,

but that sh-she'd
hidden it somewhere

so she wouldn't use it.

But I could see
she was thinking about it.

Was Claire struggling, too?

No, Claire was doing great.

She just got her two-year chip.

Maria brought boxes of
donuts to celebrate.

A lot of boxes.

I am so sorry
to hear about Claire.

I thought...

she'd be the one who'd make it
out of here alive.

Thank you.

Claire?

AL: Yeah. I don't know, Al.

Why do you think
that's her real name?

Because 12-step meetings
are all about honesty.

And from what I can tell, Claire
took them pretty seriously.

Okay, well, if "Suzanne"
is an alias for Claire,

that would explain
why we can't find

any history on her.
Right. So do the search again,

this time using "Claire."

You got it, boss. Thank you.

Donuts? Really?

Well, we're cops.

What'd you get me?
A maple frosted.

Mm-mm. (chuckles)

Oh, and Maria's
last name and address.

No way. Come on.
Mm-hmm. It's Maria Torres.

She's over on DeKalb
in Bed-Stuy.

See, I figured if Maria bought
boxes of donuts last week

for Claire's anniversary, she
probably used a credit card.

And I was right. Nice work.

Mm-hmm. Hey. And nice donuts.

Maria Torres?

All clear.

Al.

JAY: Okay, Al. Here it is.

Facial recognition matched

with a photo taken
at the Mexican border.

Suzanne Mills
is really Claire Johnson--

26, born in
Torrance, California.

And doesn't look
like a fun childhood.

Dad passed away
when she was eight.

Her mom was in and out
for petty larceny.

I've also got
three social service complaints

alleging physical and mental
abuse against her stepdad.

At 16, she left home and
started getting into trouble.

She was arrested in 2004

for stealing a sandwich
and some gum in Hermosa Beach.

But then we got her
for criminal possession

of a controlled substance,
twice, in 2008.

Now, ATM receipts show that
she spent some time in Texas,

Northern Mexico and Baja.

Then all of a sudden,
two years ago, just like that,

bang, she disappears.

And when does Suzanne show up?

Uh, the earliest we pick up any
activity on Suzanne is when

she signed the lease for her
apartment a year and a half ago.

It's expensive to create
a whole new identity.

I doubt she did it alone.

Let's see who was helping her.

JAY: You got it, boss.

Murray, anything new on Maria?

Yeah, she was born
in Akron, Ohio.

Uh, went to NYU, took a few
drug collars and dropped out.

The last thing I have is

her working at a shoe store
in Queens.

They said she quit
four months ago.

I got a BOLO out.

We're looking everywhere.
Okay, thanks.

Whoever broke in here was
looking for something specific.

Look at these power cords. All the
electronics-- phones, computers, tablets--

they're gone.

LEE: It sucks Suzanne is dead.

AL: How many times you meet?

Three, four?

That software guy, Lee Ross--

at his office, he had this
art piece behind his desk.

Coffee mugs,
except one was missing.

The orange one.

It's right here.

Stuart, I'm not looking
at anything right now.

I'm looking at a blank...
I'll call you back.

Been looking for this, Lee?

Where'd you find it?

We'll tell you if you tell us
what it really is.

It's a travel mug.

Try again, Lee.

And a camouflaged Bluetooth
data migration device.

It copies electronic files
and hard drives fast.

Very fast.

Without anybody knowing it.

Well, that doesn't sound
entirely legal.

Well, my investors
don't seem to care.

Who are your investors?

Oh, uh, Department of Defense,
Military Intelligence...

Okay, but when Suzanne came here
to prep you,

you told her what this mug
really was, didn't you?

Maybe. Sure, you did.

You were trying
to impress her and Gwen.

(scoffs) Are you telling me
Suzanne stole it?

We're not telling you anything, except
you're not getting this back today.

Look, the prototype
cost me 200 grand.

Homeland is expecting
them to go live in 2017.

Please be careful with it.

Don't worry. We will.

JAY: So, welcome to the nerd
porn portion of our program.

This is the most incredible

integrated data migration system
I have ever seen.

Al, I want this.

I need this.
Maybe for Christmas.

What's on it? Gigs of
information on Gwen's clients.

Credit card numbers,

driver's licenses,
Social Security numbers.

So Claire, as Suzanne,

used this mug to steal
financial information. But why?

Because she was working
for the Sinaloa Cartel.

How'd you get that?
Claire was sending packets

of data from this device
to an office park

in Tijuana that's a known front
for the Sinaloa Cartel.

It was an easy call to make.

But what does a drug cartel need

with all that I.D. information?

They use the financial holdings
of other people

as a way to launder
their drug money.

With complex financial profiles,

it's really not that hard
to hide large sums of money

within different holdings, even
deposit or withdraw at will

without being detected.

Gwen's clients were
the perfect dupes.

But how does Claire Johnson

get hooked up
with a Mexican drug cartel?

Thought you'd never ask.

Claire was dating this guy
in Mexico named Dean Morrison.

Now, Morrison turns out to be
not such a good guy; in fact,

the reason why they're in the
papers is because he was found

with his head cut off
two years ago

in a Michoacán
parking structure,

apparently the victim
of the Sinaloa Cartel.

He had been working for them,

doing the same thing as Claire,
stealing financial information.

Problem is is he got greedy.

He thought he could sell
the cartel's info

to somebody else.

They found out about it
and whacked him.

Six months later,
Claire vanishes,

and Suzanne Mills shows up
in New York.

The cartel let her live if she'd
continue to steal for them.

And they knew Gwen's client base
was a treasure trove

of hiding places
for their money.

So what do you think went wrong?

They caught wind that maybe
she wanted to drop out, run away

with this Craig guy?

But the way she was k*lled,

that was no cartel-style
execution.

But it was definitely
them at Maria's.

We still have one missing piece.

It's the one
we've had all along.

Who k*lled Claire?

AL:
You got to wonder about things

when a young girl like Claire
finds herself forced

to work for the Sinaloa Cartel.

How does that happen?
I don't know.

Claire seems like
the perfect candidate to me.

She was alone, lost,
confused about who she was.

I get it.

Not that this is gonna surprise
you, but there was a time

in my life where I could've
gone down a very... bad path.

Wrong guy who seemed
like the right guy.

You know, he was so bad,
which made him so good.

And, uh, he almost got
me into some pretty...

serious trouble.

Well, you two weren't
robbing banks together, right?

Well, um... (chuckles)

WEBSTER: Hi. I have the, uh,
subdermal photograph results

from Claire-- aka
Suzanne's-- neck.

Great.

I'm not really sure
what I'm looking at,

except a definitive
bruising pattern.

GWEN: True love takes
a lot of hard work.

Sometimes you get lucky.

Jakey.

This is Lieutenant Burns
and Detective Wells.

They're investigating
Suzanne's death.

(groans) It's so terrible.

Anything we can do to help.

Could it be from a belt buckle?

Yeah, could be.

Gwen's fiancé Jake
was wearing a belt buckle

that almost exactly matches
that bruising pattern.

Let's go.

What do you want?

Jake here? We have a warrant.

Which is a really good thing,
because I am all flirted out.

He's in the kitchen.

Jake.

How can I help you, Detectives?

AL: You know what?

This'll be easier
back at the station.

I know how busy Ms. Stein is.

We don't want to bother her.

If he goes, I go.

You heard the lady.
She's the boss.

You sure you want to talk
about this here, Jake?

It's about Claire.

Claire Johnson.

Never heard of her.

Who?

You knew her as Suzanne Mills.

But Jake here--

which I'm assuming is
so not your real name--

Jake knew her as Claire Johnson.

Jake? I don't understand.

What are they talking about?

(shouts) No! All right!

Back off! All right?
I'm gonna k*ll her!

Jake, it's over.

No... (automatic g*nf*re)

(shouting in Spanish)

(g*nsh*t)

(tires screeching)

"Soy uno de ustedes."

"I am one of you."

That's what you said.

"Somos hermanos."

"We are brothers."

You called the cartel, didn't
you? That's why they were there.

You thought they were
gonna help you out.

Jake.

Or, uh, Jack... Burton
from San Diego.

You really think the Sinaloa
Cartel gives a damn about you?

They take care of their friends.

But you're not their friend.
Not anymore.

When you k*lled Claire,

you blew their multimillion-
dollar I.D. scam wide open.

You really thought those guys
were gonna be happy to see you?

Yeah. All right.

This is what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna send you to Rikers.

We'll see what kind
of protection you get

from tus hermanos.

Good luck there... right?

Okay.

Okay.

But I want protective custody.

The best, you understand?

You'll take what we give you.

When'd you start
working for the cartel?

Uh, when I was 18.

You know, a friend from
high school hooked me up.

I been doing...
I.D. stuff every since.

What about Claire?

Claire was new.

She got into some trouble
down in Mexico,

and they got her working.

She didn't want to,

but we don't always
get to choose, do we?

So they placed you
at Gwen's together?

Well, Gwen had a ton
of files on rich guys--

hard copies only--
that she kept in a safe.

I handed those off.

Claire was in charge
of the digital stuff.

We both did a good job.

Yeah.

And then... things got personal.

Whatever.

Tell me.

Well, there was something
about her, you know?

She was just this girl,

this sweet girl, and she was
the only one in the city

who actually knew
who I was, you know?

I loved her.

But she was in love
with someone else.

Craig Zadoc.

She told you about him.

Yeah.

When?

Jack... you don't start talking,

your protective custody is gonna
be cleaning out the bathrooms

at La Mesa Prison in Tijuana.

Claire thought she was just
gonna run off with this guy?

Huh? You believe that?

She was gonna run
from the cartel.

Run from me.

She said she'd finally found
something real with him.

(chuckles)

With him.

So I grabbed her and
I started squeezing.

And she just stared at me
like she was surprised.

And I couldn't let go.

But I couldn't look at her,

so I turned her around
and I finished it.

She never should have
made me love her.

Definitely cartel guys.

This is from a traffic cam
outside of Gwen's apartment.

And this is from yesterday--
cab at JFK.

These guys flew in from
Tijuana to New York,

tossed up Maria's apartment,
shot up Gwen's.

From what I can tell,
they could still be in the city.

They're looking for Maria.

How would they know about Maria?

Jake told them.

He said he called the cartel,
told them Claire had an accident

and that he needed
to be extricated.

But first they wanted something.

Claire had told them
she stole a device

from one of Gwen's clients.

Lee Ross. Right. So they wanted
it and the information on it.

Jake tried to be cooperative
and find the device.

He couldn't find it
at Claire's, he told them

maybe it was at her
good friend Maria's place.

But they never found it
at Maria's because they weren't

looking for anything
as simple as a coffee mug.

Which means they think Maria still
has it, and they're gonna k*ll her.

We got to find her
before they do.

JAY: How the hell do you
outrun a cartel,

especially without a plan?

Claire had the plan.

And Maria was Claire's only
confidant, which means

Maria is following
Claire's escape plan.

So I'm thinking she
was maybe outdoorsy.

There's all these topo maps.

Claire had a map
at her apartment.

The Catskills.
Ellenville.

Jay, search under the names
Claire Johnson,

Suzanne Mills or Maria Torres
for a house or cabin rental

or purchase within a
mile of Ellenville.

JAY: Nothing.

I just talked to
Claire's fiancé Craig.

He doesn't know much.

He says the two of them
generally talked about

getting away from the city,
romantic stuff.

Finding a farm somewhere,
living off the grid.

Look under Craig Zadoc.

JAY: No. AL: Wait.

She was thinking ahead.

Try Claire Zadoc.

JAY: Got it.
Down payment was made

by a Claire Zadoc at
Ellenville First National Bank.

She bought 60 acres
out on Ridge Road.

That's a cabin.

There, near that water tower.

Hold on, I'm getting a ping from
Maria's cell. It's ten seconds.

Probably turning it on and off,
looking for messages.

She's on the Thruway
headed north.

And if we know that,
then the cartel does, too.

I'll cover you. You get her.

Okay.

Maria, Carrie Wells, NYPD.

I'm here to help you.

Open the door.

Please.

I know you're scared,
but I'm here to help.

Now, listen, we have to go.

Carrie, we got company.
Go. Get down, get down,

get down. Shh.

Claire-- she warned me.

She said that if
something happened to her

that I should run.

That they could come after me.

Did they k*ll her?

No, they didn't k*ll her.
Now I need you to be quiet.

Just stay calm, stay calm.

Hey, Maria. You home?

(whispering): Don't answer. Shh.

(whimpering) MAN: Maria.

(speaking Spanish)

I'm gonna open the door.

Stay down and be quiet.

Buenos días, gentlemen.

NYPD.

You're surrounded.
Toss your weapons on the ground,

hands in the air
and get on your knees. Now!

Drop your weapons!

Drop 'em!

On the ground, face down.

Face down. Go on.

(gasps)

I got him.

(whimpering)

Hey, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

That's a cabin.

There, near that water tower.

Shh, shh.

(thud)

Drop your weapon!

(sighs)

Nice.

ELIOT: The Feds have been

doing this almost 45 years,
never lost a witness.

You'll finally get that
fresh start, Maria.

Thank you.

And please, call me Claire.

That's my name now.

So... how's the commissioner?

He happy we solved the case?

Oh, no. I just found out
he's suing Gwen.

Said she tricked him into
marrying a gold digger.

That's what you get
when the blind lead the blind.

Hmm.

Did I just say that out loud?

I never heard a word.

Good.

Fresh start.

That sounds nice.

You know, you never
finished telling me about

your little
Bonnie and Clyde stint.

I bet Bonnie and Clyde did not
need a matchmaking service.

And look how well
they turned out.

Do you really think people
need someone like Gwen Stein

to, I don't know,
make the magic happen?

No.

I mean, look at us.

We have the magic.

We do? Sure.

You put a spell on me years ago.

Aw.

What kind of spell?

I'll do anything you ask.

Anything? Like, anything?

Within reason. (laughs)

We almost got arrested
in that closet

at the Syracuse Library,
remember?

Uh, do I remember that?

I remember everything.
Of course you remember, yes.

I tell you what,
how about an easy one.

You let me buy you a drink.

No, that is way too easy.

Think of something
more exciting.

I will.

After that drink.

Come on, Bonnie.

Okay, Clyde.