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My name is Detective Ron Lewis, Special Crimes Unit of the LAPD.

I was working on a case involving organized crime.

A new organization had just moved into town and no one was talking.

As far as I could tell, they were involved in everything from drug

to gambling and prostitution.

I had made a few busts, but try as I might, I couldn't identify the big boss.

He remained an elusive figure, just out of my reach.

My normal contacts knew nothing, or at least they weren't talking.

I was working around the clock. I was exhausted.

But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

So I called my old friend, Sheila Raines, who runs a massage operation.

And she sent over Tonya.

Tonya was just the first.

There was also Debbie.

And Sasha.

I'm Sasha.

I know.

Gail. Oh, yeah.

Couldn't forget Gail.

It's an ancient, shaky formula I've been working for years.

Give me a 58 of American steel.

I'm cruising through 66 and doing what I feel.

Big black Cadillac.

See you next

week.

Yeah.

My favorite by far was Honey.

She lived up to her name.

What's the use of working so hard if you leave the ones you love behind?

Don't leave me behind.

Hmm.

There was also Grace, who worked as a legal secretary by day.

Love you, babe.

Gotta go.

But I never let my extracurricular activities interfere with my work.

Especially because I felt I was getting close to the big man.

Listen very carefully to me.

This Detective Lewis is getting far too close. My identity cannot be

compromised. This is paramount.

The entire organization is dependent on my anonymity.

Now, I understand that Lewis has been utilizing the services of Sheila Raines

her stable of horrors. This can't be a coincidence.

He must be aware of our plans to take over the operation.

I am also very concerned about Honey Rider.

She has serviced Lewis several times.

I'm afraid her loyalty is in question.

She must be disposed of. And I mean immediately.

common. This is Detective Ron Lewis.

I'm not here. Leave a message.

Lewis, this is Captain Murdoch. You've been on the Rico case for months and

haven't turned up squat.

You've got a couple more weeks and that's it. You're off the case.

Hi, Ron. It's Sheila Raines.

Don't forget you're appointed with honey.

Eight o 'clock tonight at her place.

You know where it is. Just go right in.

Honey, you home?

This was very strange.

Honey usually met me at the door wearing something lacy and see -through.

Honey, I'm here.

Honey? Oh, my God.

Uh,

she's dead, sir.

Good, but I'm afraid that's not going to be sufficient.

What do you suggest we do?

We need to make sure Detective Lewis is silenced permanently.

This calls for something a little more subtle.

Let's get Samantha.

The day after Honey's death, I received a mysterious letter in the mail.

It was from a woman who claimed she knew who killed Honey.

She claimed it was related to my organized crime investigations.

She wanted to meet me at an old movie ranch for a picnic, she said, where all

would be revealed.

So, you found the plane.

Well, you gave good directions.

She said she would give me the info in due time.

But first we had to talk.

Okay, whatever you want. I hope you're hungry.

I'm always hungry.

Have a seat.

I pressed her for some answers.

What did she know?

Or was I just wasting my time?

She slyly showed me the gun that killed Honey.

That caught my interest.

So what do you do?

No names, no jobs, remember?

Sorry. There was one thing she had to do before she told me anything.

And I was happy to oblige.

Was it worth waiting for? Oh, yes.

Yes.

Will you see me again?

Of course.

That night I dreamt about honey.

Wow.

1301 Malpaso Drive, Shadow Hill, California.

Personal data on Ms. Raines as follows.

Brown hair, hazel eyes, occasionally wears colored contacts, born into money.

Father, Thomas Raines of New Bedford, Connecticut.

Educated Stanford, major in business administration.

Uses the degree to operate a massage slash call girl operation.

Employs half a dozen girls at any one time, rotating them out after six months

of service.

Thank you.

External security measures minimal.

No motion or heat detectors.

And best of all, no dogs.

The house is equipped with a fairly standard home alarm system, wired into

boards at exact protect of Sherman Oaks.

When the alarm's set, you've got 10 seconds from the time you open the door

find and neutralize the juncture box.

Once you're inside, you're on your own.

Intel sketched you regarding the safe's location.

Logic and pattern suggest either the den or the bedroom.

Go to Scramble. Mr. Frost, I look forward to hearing about your success.

And I look forward to reporting it when it happens.

You mean you didn't retrieve the tape? That's exactly what I mean.

This is going to be a little bit more difficult than I thought.

She's a whore. How smart could she be?

Don't underestimate her.

I did once, and I won't make that mistake again.

I'm paying you a hell of a lot of money for your services, Mr. Frost.

You're supposed to be the best there is.

Yeah, and I am, which is why I'm not going to cowboy it.

We're going to do this properly.

My way.

Need I remind you that time is of the essence?

Need I remind you of the adage, haste makes waste?

Now, there are a lot of novices out there that'll do this for a lot less

and get results for you sooner.

But you get what you pay for.

And you know as well as I do...

that you can't risk any exposure.

Are you still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

You're right, damn you. But keep me informed. I want to know everything.

Well, a little knowledge can be a very dangerous thing.

I would have thought that a man in your position would already know that.

Just do the damn job, Frost.

I will.

And I suggest that you prepare my final payment for transfer to the...

Geneva account.

I'll be in touch.

How the hell many times do we have to go through this?

Until we get it straight.

Oh, you mean until you can find a way to poke a hole in my story.

You know, I'm the one who's filing a complaint here. Why are you treating me

like I'm the criminal?

Let's just say your legends precede you.

And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

I'll handle things from here, Detective.

Gage, what does Antonella Ferris have to do with this?

I said you can go, Detective.

Are you going to answer my question or not?

Not.

Thanks. That little shit was beginning to get on my nerves.

The truth is, Miss Raines, by the time you and I are done, you may be wishing

for him to come back.

What is this all about?

Have a seat.

This is what this is all about.

I still don't follow.

You've never seen this man before?

Very not. Sorry.

Detective Ron Lewis, Special Crimes Unit.

His body was found three days ago in a storm drain in Santa Monica.

Oh, my God.

Pretty strong reaction for someone who's never met him before.

Anything you'd like to share with the rest of the class?

Okay, I knew him, but not very well.

He was one of your clients, wasn't he?

I think I'd like to speak to my attorney now.

That's totally unnecessary, Miss Raines. We're not here to bust you.

Unless, of course, that's what it takes to secure your cooperation.

Okay, look, he was a client.

I guess you could say he was a regular.

Is this why Internal Affairs is involved?

How closely do you watch your girls, Miss Raines?

Close enough. Look, but they had nothing to do with this.

We've known about your so -called massage operation for quite some time

well as your arrangement with certain members of this department.

We have reason to believe that one of your girls is involved in this murder.

Not possible.

Oh, well, maybe it was you then.

Look, I didn't even give him a massage.

I know some of your girls like to make secret videotapes of the encounters. How

about you? You do that too?

Look, what do you think I am? I thought we just established that.

Now, did you or didn't you?

Just for safety's sake.

In case the client got a little rough.

Or in case you want to put the squeeze on one of these guys at some point in

future.

I want to review these tapes.

Immediately.

Look, you're wasting your time, detective.

My girls had nothing to do with this.

Well, good.

When we get done with this, soon you'll be rid of me.

Amen to that.

Let's go.

According to this, it says that the intruder disarmed your alarm system

any sign of the use of special tools.

They would have had another code.

No chance that you just forgot to set it?

It's not possible.

Look, I set that thing religiously without fail.

Every night.

The report also says that a friend of yours had just left.

I take it the word friend is a euphemism for client?

Look, I know what you're getting at, Detective.

And believe me, he didn't do it.

How do you know?

I just do.

Just like you know that one of your girls didn't put a cap in Detective

right?

I don't suppose any of your girls know the alarm code, do they?

It's possible.

Oh, great.

Come on, step on it. I want to see some of these tapes.

Come on, have a seat. I'll get the tape.

Okay.

Here you go.

Pretty clever, hiding them in plain sight, huh?

Yeah, now that you've seen the hiding place, I guess I'll have to change it.

It's going to take me forever to get through these things.

Not if you're looking for footage on Ron Lewis. I mean, these are all him.

Jesus Christ.

All these tapes are him? He was our best customer.

Yeah, well, I wonder how he found time to do his job.

So, um, would you like something to drink? A snack, maybe?

A box of Kleenex for when you're through?

Cute. No, thank you. I'm fine.

I'll just be putting around in the house if you need me.

All right. Thanks.

Have a good time.

Mm -hmm.

Thank you.

Find what you're looking for?

No, not yet.

What exactly are you looking for, Detective Gage?

Unusual behavior.

Oh, good luck. These tapes are filled with unusual behavior.

Well, anything that might point to one of the girls planning to commit murder.

Anything she might say or do.

Stuff like that.

You've got to go through hours upon hours of sex tapes.

Damn, you've got a rough job.

Yeah, well, don't think I enjoy it.

I bet it just kills your soul having to go through all these tapes.

Actually, I feel the same way about sports.

I'd much rather be a participant than a spectator.

Why don't you bring in some of the girls for questioning?

Well, because if the guy we think is behind this finds out, then I could tip

off. We want to get the right girl the first time and bring her in before she

has a chance to warn him.

Who do you think's behind this?

That's confidential.

But I'll tell you this. He's got enough leverage to make our lives hellish.

We lost this thing up.

That's the shop. I need to use your phone.

It's in the other room.

Okay.

That's right here?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah, this is Gage.

Oh, terrific.

Okay, look, then you're going to need to send someone to pick me up. All right.

Yeah, I'm at 1301 Malpaso.

It's in Shadow Hill.

Yeah, I'll be here.

Well, I'm going to have to leave for right now.

But I'm going to have to come back pretty soon.

You might want to consider keeping any activity, shall we say, away from here

until we're done.

Oh, this deal just keeps getting better all the time.

Well, until we figure out who's after you, I suggest you adopt that policy,

whether I'm here or not.

Then you should consider a new line of work. Oh, what would that be?

There's always beauty college.

I can hardly wait.

Thanks for your help.

I'll call you when I need to come back.

You know, this place is kind of remote. They may have a little trouble finding

me. I think I'll go down the hill and wait.

See ya.

Hello.

Are we scrambled?

Speak. I've just heard some disconcerting news. The police are

last night's break -in.

Yeah, they won't find anything.

The point is now that we have another problem with which to deal. An internal

affairs officer named Jack Gage.

Internal affairs?

Now that is a problem.

I'm glad you appreciate the significance.

If Internal Affairs is investigating this, they're going to learn that

Lewis may have been guilty of whoring around, but that he wasn't working for

selling information. That's exactly the opposite of what we want.

Well, I'll handle it.

The police may suspect that I'm guilty, but they'll never be able to prove it

without evidence.

Detective Lewis was entirely too close to providing that evidence. To secure an

indictment against me, we have to discredit him, and if the police think

really working with me, not against me... That's understood.

If this I .A. cop, Gage, You said, gets in the way?

Well, I'll handle him the same way I handled Detective Lewis.

Marvelous.

What the hell do you think you're doing, Detective?

My job. What circuit do you use?

Yeah. Well, maybe you can tell me about this little phone call I received a

while ago that pulled me out of an investigation.

An investigation that I know damn well you're opposed to.

Sorry, don't know what you mean.

Oh, really?

Well, somebody told me you're trying to hamper internal affairs efforts in the

investigation of the Ron Lewis matter.

Hamper? No.

Well, then let's just call it obstruction and be done with it.

Look, I know your boys thought that he was a super cop, and maybe he was.

I know he had the commendations up the yin -yang to support that.

And now you vampires in internal affairs are trying to ruin his name when he's

not here to defend it. Look, Rod, I know that you think we're not on the same

team here, but we really are.

All I want to get to is the truth.

Now, if Lewis was innocent, then you've got nothing to worry about, and his name

will go untarnished.

But if he was tied to organized crime and playing both ends against the

then you and I are going to be talking some more about it. You got a problem

with that, buddy?

Nope. You want to waste time chasing ghosts? That's your business.

It's my job, detective, just like it's yours to get to the bottom of this

matter, too.

Now, do you think we might try a little obscure notion called interdepartmental

cooperation?

You and me, working together? That's rich.

Well, think about it, detective.

We can work better as a team than we can separately.

Broths engage, like death and taxes.

Sure, what the hell.

But if you're using me... And if you get in my way... Deal.

Bye.

Exec Protect, Miss Raines. I'm here to service your system.

How did you know it needed work?

The dispatcher, ma 'am. I assumed you called them.

No, I didn't, but I sure as hell am now.

Exec Protect.

Hi, this is Sheila Raines.

I was wondering, did you send a work repairman over earlier today?

Are you at 1301 Malpaso, Shadow Hill?

Yeah, that's me. Yes, ma 'am, we did. He should be there now.

Just out of curiosity, how did you know my alarm needed repair?

Let me check.

A work order came through this afternoon.

Request for alarm code reprogramming.

Who put in that request?

Jack Gage, LAPD.

Oh, Jack.

Okay. Thank God.

Is everything all right, ma 'am? Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. Thanks for your

help.

Afternoon, ma 'am.

Sorry I'm late. I had a few other stops to make.

It's no problem.

I'm just really inclined to be here.

Looks like a nice place you got here.

Thanks. You need anything to drink? Soda, maybe?

Oh, thanks. That's very kind, but no, I'm fine.

Do you really need to take that whole thing apart?

Um... I'm just taking the innards, you know, to make sure that they're up to

par. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

So, uh, what do you do?

Why do you ask?

I'm just making conversations. None of my business, really.

I'm an entertainer. Oh, like an actress or something?

Something like that.

You, uh, watching one of your movies?

Excuse me?

Oh, what was it?

TV's on, but there's no signal, so I figure it's the VCR.

You know, some actors, they like to watch their own stuff.

No, actually, it was of someone else.

You must like movies, huh?

Me too.

I don't like to watch them with other people, though.

I have a much better time of it watching them alone.

How about you?

You, uh, like to watch him alone or with someone?

How long were you out there?

I don't know, a minute maybe. I knocked a bit.

You must have been sound asleep.

Did you happen to see him?

I'm a repairman, not a peeper, ma 'am. I drove up, I knocked, now here I am.

And it's a good thing I checked this out, though, because... You've got a

digital chip here that's about ready to go.

And if it does, the final alarm won't sound down at the headquarters.

Take me a second to replace it.

Yeah, thanks. Just hurry it up, okay?

You can, uh, punch in your new code now. I will pee.

There you go.

There you go.

You're all set.

Hey.

Look, I'm, um, I'm sorry if I acted a little weird earlier.

Oh, hey.

No problem.

A woman living alone should take certain precautions.

All right? You have a nice day, okay? If you have any further problems, we're on

call 24 hours. Just ring the office.

How did you know that I lived alone?

Oh, just a guess.

Have a nice day.

Oh, modern technology.

God's greatest gift.

Oh, I'm sorry about that, pal. Nothing personal. It's just a bad day to be out.

Yeah, except for the eyes. These are, these are too warm. His were, they were

cold as hell.

Sheila, are you all right?

Sheila? I mean Miss Raines.

No, Sheila's fine.

And yes, I'm okay.

So this is the guy.

Do we got something on this clown?

He's no clown, Ross.

He's who forensics say he is.

Miss Raines.

Sheila, you're lucky to be alive.

We talked to Exec Protect this morning.

Their man and his truck were reported missing last night around 1 a .m. This

morning, about 6 o 'clock, a couple of joggers up in Runyon Canyon found the

truck with a dead body stashed inside.

Friend? Zip. Truck was clean.

But we were able to get some partials off the alarm box at the house.

We ran them through NCIC and Interpol and ID'd him as Frost.

No first name, no middle name, just Frost.

He's a professional.

A professional what?

Primarily theft, but he's been known to do the occasional contract killing.

Why her? She's just a whore.

Take it easy, detective.

The words masseuse jack off.

I wasn't going to say that.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, the guy was over by the TV set. Maybe he wanted to steal it.

Unlikely. I think we should just... I think we should take a break for right

and just see what, if anything, forensics digs up.

Well, it seems obvious that someone's hired this Frost character to steal

something. Miss French, can you think of any reason why someone would do this?

Well, I do have a lot of admirers.

Maybe one of them wanted a pair of my panties.

Take a break, Ross.

He was after the tapes, wasn't he? Yeah, like I didn't want to say anything in

front of Ross.

Good thinking.

But how did Frost figure out where you'd hidden him?

Well, when he came in as a repairman, I had him lying around.

You did?

What may I ask for?

Well, I wanted to help with the investigation.

I mean, you know, it seemed like a lot of work for one person to do.

Right. Makes sense.

I mean, I wasn't doing...

Oh, no, I wasn't thinking that. Not even. I mean, I never would ever do

I think I should just keep my mouth shut now.

Let's change the subject.

Oh, I had the alarm people go through the system.

Turns out Frost must have installed a remote driver so he could scramble the

code by using a keyless remote.

The bastard.

You mean he could get in with just the touch of a button?

Oh, you can relax.

I had him replace the proper chip.

There'll be no more entry by remote.

Thanks.

You're awfully good to me.

If I didn't know better, I think maybe you had some ulterior motives.

Why, madam, I'm the pure picture of innocence.

Oh, yeah.

And if I believe that, I'll believe another.

Why don't you, um...

Let me make it up to you.

How about dinner tonight?

Oh, I couldn't accept gratuities just for doing my job. Oh, come on. Stop

such a stickler.

I mean, if anybody asks, tell them you're laying the town madam.

Okay.

How about 8 o 'clock?

How about 6 .30?

Okay. Okay?

Yeah. Yes, go ahead.

Yeah, it's me. Scramble up.

Listen, it's game over, all right? It's time to pack up our toys and go home.

We had an arrangement, Mr. Frost.

Yes, we did.

I also said that if there was any trouble, that I was out. All right, now

taking my down payment and I'm... You're not out until I tell you you're out. I

make the rules, not you. You may think you're hot shit, but you're just a piece

on a chessboard.

I'm the one pulling your strings, Pinocchio.

Well, I'm glad to finally see where I stand with you.

You want to bail on me? Have at it.

But your professional rep will be shot when they find out you couldn't steal a

bunch of tapes from a goddamn whore.

What do you say, Frost?

Are we still on?

We're on.

Good. You've got 48 hours.

Shit!

Mom always said I should have been a dentist.

What are you doing, Sheila?

Damn it, he's a cop.

What the hell are you doing, Jack?

About to commit career suicide.

If you were smart, you'd turn around right now and just subpoena those tapes.

Fat chance.

What a way to make a living.

I hope this is a quickie.

Damn it, I hate it when a man's right on time.

Detective K, come on in. Hey, how you doing? Good.

You're right on time. Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn't make it. Traffic was really

bad.

You know, I wasn't sure what you were fixing for dinner, so I thought I'd

one of each.

Well, that's great.

We can drink them both.

My kind of girl.

Come on in here. All right.

Thank you.

So has everything been cool around here? Yeah, it's been fun.

You know, I just want to thank you again for calling Exact Protect about the

alarm code change.

You know, that was really sweet of you.

Oh, yeah. It was really sweet of me to give Frost such a golden opportunity.

Look, that wasn't your fault.

You know, I just really wanted you to know how much I appreciated the gesture.

Thanks.

You know, I've been giving some thought about this murdered cop thing.

And, you know, I think it's possible that one of my girls could be involved.

I mean, if the price was right.

I mean, let's face the facts, they are in it for the money, right?

Yeah, but do you have any notion as to which one?

Some.

There's this one girl, Tanya.

I have her queued up in the bedroom if you want to...

take a look see if we can find any clues now wait a minute

you're not suggesting we look at that thing together are you oh of course not

no oh let's go all right let's go

Well, I didn't see anything odd there, did you?

Nope.

Shall we eat?

Sure. Just give me a hand in the kitchen.

Okay, let's go.

Mmm.

This is great.

No big deal. It's just a little something I whipped up.

Oh, really? This is really good. This is the best food I've had in a long time.

Thanks.

So tell me, Gage, what made you want to become a cop?

Well, I come from a... Oh, wait, wait. Let me guess.

Let me see.

Your parents were killed by muggers when you were just a little boy, and you

decided then to rid the world of all criminal element.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

I'm really sorry. I had no idea. I would never have...

Gotcha.

Bastard.

God.

See, I got a sense of humor.

Yeah, you sure do.

Actually, I come from a family of cops. It goes back several generations.

But I'm kind of the black sheep of the family because I chose internal affairs.

My dad even thinks I'm the enemy.

Why internal affairs?

I don't know.

Kind of thabby, but coming from a family of cops, I've just developed a great

amount of respect for the profession.

And there's some cops out there that are no better than the criminals that they

arrest.

And I believe in justice for all, including the ones with the badge.

It's a great dinner.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hurry up!

Well, what about you? What made you become a, well, you know?

Just lucky, I guess.

Like, when I got out of college, I tried working.

But even with a degree from Stanford, the best I could do was working for some

fat old money son of a bitch down on Wall Street.

I decided then I'd work really hard, get my own business, so I'd never have to

contribute to making a fat cat richer.

But why the massage operation?

Well, think about it.

I mean, it's not money that makes the world go round.

It's sex.

Men can't stop thinking about it, and women control it.

So there you go.

I guess it sounds pretty logical when you put it that way.

And lucrative.

You know, I find out a lot of things people would love to know.

And a lot of things that other people don't want you to know about.

I know. Well, that's part of it.

Now, my girls have been a part of our privy, so some really interesting

deals. I mean, my stock portfolio right now is worth about $3 million.

When it hits five, I'm out.

Then what?

Well, I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.

Would you like a little more wine?

No, I'm fine. I got plenty here. Thanks.

Maybe I should stay a little while after all.

Huh?

I gotta call in.

Max, look, it's Saturday morning.

You don't have to go in today, do you?

Oh, no, not really.

Well, I'll tell you what. Why don't you go down the hall, grab yourself a towel,

hop in the shower, and I'll find us something to eat. You don't have to go

all that trouble.

No trouble.

Look, we have to eat.

Okay. Go on, clean up. All right. I'll twist my arm. I guess I'll have to.

Better hurry up or I'll twist the other one.

To protect and serve.

Boy, LAPD boys sure do take that shit seriously.

For a minute there, I thought I was going to have to call the shop.

Get out the search dogs.

Well, I'm glad you didn't have to.

Hey, I told you not to go to any trouble.

You did, but I don't always do what I'm told.

You must have been a real handful when you were growing up. Yeah, well, now I'm

two handfuls.

I'm not touching that.

I wish you would.

Are you hungry?

Food.

Well, I think we should head back to the house.

Why?

Work. We need to watch another video segment.

Strictly for evidence discovery purposes, of course.

Well, Detective Gage, what other reason could there be?

We'll see what we've got now.

There.

Back to work.

Oh, come here.

Oh, that's nice.

Good game.

You have me at a disadvantage.

And you are?

Jack Gage, LAPD.

So you're Jack Gage. You know, I had you pegged for a cop the first time I saw

you. But I had no idea that it was Jack Gage.

You know who I am?

Oh, I know of you.

And you know, you two make such an attractive couple.

Stand up slowly, Miss Raines, and then you gauge.

One wrong move, and she died.

You're just gonna kill us anyway, aren't you?

Well, of course I am. I'm not an idiot.

But wouldn't you rather wait for a better time to try and disarm me, Jack?

Get up.

Let's go, baby.

Take it easy.

You said you weren't an idiot, Frost.

You know what happens to cop killers.

Oh, Jack, you think you'd be my first, huh?

You know, Detective Lewis thought the very same thing.

Poor little guy.

So you snuffed him?

Well, duh!

That's enough talk.

Outside, both of you.

Hands high in the air.

That's it. Hands up.

I moved out of the stairs.

You're so good at this.

I've done this before.

You're gone.

Yeah, this is going to look awful sloppy. Two people shot to death.

You know, Gage, I'd have to agree with you if that's what I had planned, but

see... Dad!

Not nice to hit a lady, asshole.

Who paid you?

See you in hell, Cage.

Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just a little cut. Don't worry about it.

I'm going to call the police.

Yeah.

It's a good idea.

911 emergency.

Do you have my address on the screen?

Yes.

Just send the police.

Someone's been killed.

You know, we still don't know who hired Frost.

They're going to be sending someone else someday.

Well, then what am I supposed to do?

We.

What? What are we supposed to do?

I'm not going anywhere, baby.

And when they surface...

How tragic.

No matter, there are many more where he came from.

I'll get right on it. Retrieve the prepaid installment from his Geneva

Yes, sir. No sense in letting the money go to waste.

I'll get right on it. And find me someone else. I want those tapes.

Yes, sir.

Back to square one.

The work must be jacked off.

I want to review these tapes immediately.

I have a much better time of it watching Malone.

How about you?

You and me working together?

That's rich.

So, you found the place.

I'm Sasha I know Don't look so stunned