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the people are represented
by two separate
the people are represented
by two separate

yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

What problem?

Could you please
step out of the car, sir?

Could I see your license
and vehicle registration?

What problem?

Our computer's telling us that your plates
belong to a white Toyota Celica.

Computers.

I don't like
them either, sir.

Where in Connecticut
do you live?

Brooklyn.

Frank, Frank,
get outta the way!

You okay, Frank?

Yeah.

Aw, geez, Louise.

We saw that red smudge right
above the bumper,

popped the trunk,

and there he was,
both eyes starin' up.

Scared me all to hell.

Thanks. And good work.

So, who's our mystery guest?
John Doe.

He must've left his ID
in his other pants.

You roll his fingerprints? As soon as we
find his hands.

Guy looks like he had a difference of
opinion with a sushi chef.

He has deep knife wounds all
over his chest and back.

And his friend?
John Doe Number Two.

No ID on him either.

What about the car? The Connecticut tags
were taken off a Toyota.

The Town Car was reported stolen two weeks
ago in Queens. Have fun.

Just the way we like 'em, Rey. Nice and
easy.

That must've hurt.
Well, it was post-mortem.

Still.

Then they dug out the bullets, which
accounts for the lovely mess

on his chest and back.

They missed a slug fragment, still lodged
between two vertebrae.

At least they left his teeth.

Ah, this character must've put a
dentist's family through college.

There are bridges, crowns,
fillings, root canal.

Some of the older work
looks pretty exotic.

How exotic?
Not made in America.

He bid us farewell
sometime yesterday afternoon.

And there was white powdery
material in his hair.

I sent it to the lab. Well, what about
Quick Draw McGraw here?

Still no ID.
Latent can't match his prints.

Any idea what these tattoos are?
No.

The lettering's Cyrillic.

Russian.

They're Russian
prison tattoos.

Each finger tattoo represents a
conviction. So, three tattoos,

three convictions.

The black diamond represents
a guilty plea.

And the skull tags our boy as either a
robber or a sadist.

What about the feet? Usually some favorite
saying.

Uh, roughly translated,

"When you skin your customer,

"leave some skin to grow
so you can skin him again."

The motto of the plumbers'
union?

Actually, Nikita Khrushchev,
1961.

A BA in Russian Studies.

I thought the Cold War'd
give me lifetime employment.

Is this case assigned yet?
Yeah, to Carmichael.

Oh, she's good people. Did a couple of
narco cases together.

Do you have the fingerprint
sheet for this guy?

He's not in the system.
Yeah.

Our system.

I'll fax this to Moscow.

Should hear back, uh,
within the week.

Thanks, Tony.

Ballistics says the slug
fragment's from a 9-mil.

Our Russian cowboy was
packin' a .45.

We're talkin' about a
second perp.

Ballistics can't trace the .45. So I hope
you have good news.

The powder in the victim's
hair was dried plaster.

And I have the odontologist's
report here.

The guy had some old
fillings made with an amalgam

used in Eastern Europe
30 years ago.

But he also had some local work done in
the last 10 years.

Well, if he immigrated here,
maybe INS has him.

They can ID him off his
right ear.

You're kidding? VAN BUREN: Oh,
you didn't know?

Every ear's unique.
Like snowflakes.

No wonder Evander
was so upset.

Mrs. Chuikov, do you know where your
husband was supposed to be

yesterday afternoon?

At work.

He has
a booth on 47th.

And, um, he sells watches.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Yesterday morning, when...

When he went to work. I...

I... I was calling all...
All afternoon.

And I called him all night.

I left messages on his
machine.

The people who killed your husband might
be involved in Russian organized crime.

Was he ever mixed up
with that sort of people?

No, no. He was never in
trouble with anybody.

Your husband
immigrated here in 1978.

Did he keep in touch with
people from the old country?

Just his family.

We visited them

in Moscow last year.

And they're good, honest
people.

Like my husband.

Oh, my...

Oh, no...

Vas went out around lunchtime. Said he was
going to see a man about a watch.

Who would that be? You see where it says
"Authorized Dealer"?

No.
Right.

He sold gray market watches.

Who supplied him?

People who work in watch stores sell
pieces out the back.

He said he found a guy, could get him
platinum Patek Philippes.

Those babies are
$100,000 a pop retail.

I'd rather be late. Would Chuikov bring
cash to this meeting?

That would make him
pretty stupid.

He tell you who this
source was?

Somebody who obviously
thinks lard is a food group.

Chuikov said he was meeting
him at the PK's.

Hole-in-the-wall
on West 28th.

Pretty good meatballs, though.

I've never seen him before.

But this one... He looked a whole lot
better on Tuesday.

Him and his smooth-talkin' friend kept
tryin' to get with me,

callin' me Janet Jackson.

I look like a chubby little
thing to you?

I'd go more
with Diana Ross.

So did you notice anything else about
them?

Well, this one had tattoos on his hands.

And neither one of them could speak
English worth a damn.

You see them leave?
No.

They just left the money on
the table. A dollar tip.

Wouldn't impress no
Janet Jackson.

Okay. We might ask for your help later
with a sketch of the second man.

No problem. I'm always here. Thanks.

So, Chuikov hooks up with these two,
doesn't eat with them,

they just up and left.

They took him for a ride.
Or maybe a walk.

"Coming soon, luxury condos
starting at $600,000."

The lab said Chuikov had
plaster dust in his hair.

Isn't that what this stuff's made out of?

Somebody's been here
in the last few days.

Well, the financing fell through
about a month ago,

and I haven't picked up a
hammer since.

You got security
on this place?

Well, the company sends a patrol car out
eight times a day.

At least that's what their invoice says.
Lennie...

Still tacky.

Somebody tried
to mop it up.

Yeah. Looks like somebody
pulled the slugs outta here.

What's all of this?

It's a crime scene. Somebody was shot and
butchered here.

Oh, Mother of God.

We're gonna need a list of everybody who's
got a key to this place.

You ever have kids breaking in
here? Well, yeah, sure.

Got candy wrappers,
trading cards,

skateboard magazines.

What's the graffiti?

A Rangers fan.

"Billy and Antonia"
inside a heart.

Is that smell
what I think it is?

Yeah. Urine.

Could be the same
vintage as the blood.

These kids, you know who they are? No.

There's a, uh, Boys and Girls
Club over on 25th Street and

the kids used to come by and sell raffle
tickets to the guys.

Boyfriend? Billy's not my
boyfriend.

Even though I like him a little, I'm too
young to have a boyfriend.

Antonia, we just
need to talk to him.

Well, I haven't seen him
since Saturday.

Is he in trouble?

No, no. Uh, but he might be able to help
us out with something.

What's his last name?
Well...

It's Billy Woodson.
I know him. Nice kid.

Yeah. He gave me this
friendship bracelet.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Thanks a lot.

I don't know
what's wrong with him.

I came home Tuesday, he was
just sitting in his room.

He would hardly talk to me.

Doesn't have an appetite.
He's not sick.

He didn't tell you anything? No.

When I try to leave in the
morning, he won't let me.

I had to miss the last
two days of work.

I thought someone tried messin' with him,
you know?

Why's that?

I found his underwear and
jeans stuffed in the trash.

He wet himself.

He hasn't done that
since he was three.

And then I found this,
on his coat.

You see that?

That's blood, right?

He won't tell
me where it's from.

I was gonna take him
to a doctor.

Can we talk to him?

It's all right,
Billy.

They're policemen. They just
want to talk to you.

He's usually very friendly,
aren't you, Billy?

Billy, we just want to ask you a few
questions about what happened Tuesday.

He saw it go down, Lennie.

He saw it all.

How much time?

Depends what other
stressors there are.

If he saw the whole deal,
the killing, the butchery,

few days, weeks...

I'll keep on top of it.
Thanks, Emil.

We're sure the boy
was there?

The blood on his jacket
matches the victim's.

Well, who had access
to the crime scene?

The contractor's getting us a list. Could
be 200 people.

And we got a sketch of the second guy from
the waitress at the diner.

Okay. Whatever the boy saw,

let's make sure word doesn't get out that
we have an eyewitness.

Tony Ricci at the Rackets Bureau got a hit
on the shooter's fingerprints.

From Russia with love.

And the Oscar goes to...
Andrei Rogatin.

Convictions in Russia for armed robbery,
kidnapping, extortion.

Last reported seen in a Moscow
nightclub two weeks ago.

Nice. Anybody can come
here, get a fresh start.

Well, he didn't swim here, so we're
talking flights from Eastern Europe.

Checking for what?

The little customs cards. You know, the
ones that foreigners have to fill out,

where they list
a local address.

Yeah, the one he probably filled out with
a phony name and a phony passport.

Yes, that one. Look, you find a card, you
find an address, maybe you find his
partner,

and maybe he tells you why they killed the
watch salesman.

This is the last batch. Now if you need
anything past the last two weeks...

No, thanks. The haystack's big enough.

Are these your possibles? Males, 30 to 50.

Then what? Send them over to our
fingerprinting department.

Maybe they hit the lottery. Gee, I thought
my job was dull.

Brighton Beach Avenue.

Doesn't that go
from 100 to 1400?

I don't know.

I'm not sure where it starts,
but it doesn't go above 1400.

Well, this tourist here, Boris Kira, says
he's stayin' at 2803 Brighton Beach
Avenue.

Came in Saturday afternoon on
Norde Air 41 from Moscow.

There's another one in here with
an address like that.

Yeah. 3313 Brighton Beach
Avenue. Sergei Selnikov.

Flew in Friday from Moscow.

Maybe the airline'll know
where they are.

Selnikov and Kira?

Nah, doesn't ring a bell.

The airline said they delivered a piece of
lost luggage to them here.

Maybe you'd recognize
'em from this.

This guy's in, uh, number 146, but I
haven't seen him around for a few days.

That's 145. That's Ivan the Horndog. Plays
grab-ass with all the maids.

Right, Janet Jackson, huh?

I keep telling Paulina that
these Russians are loaded.

If she loosened up a little bit, she'd end
up with a mink coat straight from the
farm.

I don't want a mink coat.
I'm a good girl.

Yeah, that's right, she's a good girl. Oh,
yeah?

How'd you like to be
a bad girl for a few minutes?

Sir, it's Paulina. I brought you some
fresh towels.

Okay, okay!

What? What this is?

What's going on? We're the Jacksons. I'm
Jermaine,

this is Tito. Now shut up.

I am tourist.
Russian tourist.

Yeah. And you're about to get a taste of
some real American hospitality.

He says he doesn't
know any watch salesman,

and he doesn't know anybody named Andrei
Rogatin.

So it's just a coincidence that Rogatin
had the room next to his?

He says he's just a tourist enjoying the
sights of New York City.

And what about
the 9-millimeter,

that just part of his
New York experience?

He says he found it in his room on the
pillow, next to the mints.

Tell him we sent his prints to
Moscow and it's just a matter of time

before we find out his real name and his
criminal record,

and things aren't gonna
be quite so pleasant, then.

He says he's had his privates
slapped by the KGB,

so he's not afraid of the
New York City Police.

That's him. High-stylin'
low-tippin' player.

Okay, let me write this up in your
statement.

Kira or whatever
his name is,

invoked his right to shut up until he gets
with somebody from his embassy.

Won't do him any good. She puts him near
the crime scene with the shooter.

Any idea where they got their guns? No.

And no outgoing calls
from the motel.

We're checking the phone
booths on the street.

Yeah. It's no little
black book either. But, uh...

He had this card with him from the
Brooklyn Pain Management Clinic.

Hmm, maybe all that shooting gave him
carpal tunnel syndrome.

He is not familiar.

But I don't personally
see all the patients.

A lot of 'em
fly here from Moscow?

This is not Sloan-Kettering.

People don't fly here,
they take the bus.

You know anyone named Andrei Rogatin? No.

Vasily Chuikov?

Am I supposed to
know these people?

Can you explain why a guy who just got off
the plane would have your card on him?

It's a long flight.
Maybe his back hurts.

Maybe somebody who likes
our work gave it to him.

Yeah, maybe
that's what it is.

You have a pain in the back, detective, we
can help you.

Yeah, well, the pain I'm
getting isn't in my back.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Malone.

What's their tax ID number?

Georges Malone. Sounds like he took a few
syllables off his name.

Only one, actually. His real name is
Georgy Maletkov.

Got his file right over here.
Well, what is he, a doctor?

Only if he stole
the license. Yeah.

Immigrated 1992. By '94, he had a physical
therapy clinic in Queens

and was being investigated
for Medicare fraud.

Guy doesn't waste time. He pled guilty to
misdemeanor filing of false

business documents, paid a fine. By '96,
he was back in business in the Bronx.

This time it was phony disability claims.
Now he's in Brooklyn.

Yeah. Pop the weasel. By the time he shows
up on our radar, he's moved on.

Lennie, you got that list from
the construction site?

The contractor gave us the names of the
subs who had access to the crime scene.

Yeah. Here. Lydec Electric. The patients
from that disability scam?

Four of 'em
worked for Lydec.

I don't know that guy,
Maletkov.

You don't think it's funny that you worked
on the building where

this watch salesman was killed by a guy
who had the business card of the guy

who treated your
employees two years ago?

Maybe funny for you. You
think all Russians are crooks?

Just the crooked ones.
Hey...

How long do you think it's gonna take us
to connect the rest of the dots?

You don't want to save us the legwork,
that's up to you.

But when the hammer comes down, you're
gonna wish you had.

You want to put me in prison because I
don't wanna talk to you? I don't care.

Prison is nothing to me.

My husband isn't afraid.
I'm not afraid.

We're not murderers. You can't
put us in prison forever.

You could lose
your business.

So we make another business.
It's not first time.

Really? Big demand
for electricians in Moscow?

What do you mean, Moscow?

Immigration Reform Act
of 1996.

We'll go over your books,
your tax returns.

If we find one decimal point
out of place,

you're on a plane back to the cheese lines
in Red Square.

But we have a green card.

I'm sure you'll get a lot of rubles for it
on the black market.

So what's it going to be,
Mrs. Dementev,

Corn Flakes or kasha
for breakfast?

Okay. I tell you.

But you must protect us
from these people!

What people?

Vory V Zakone. Thieves in law.

The mafiya.

You help us,
we'll help you.

Maletkov is second cousin
to my husband.

David gave him the key to the building
where he was working.

He did not have a choice.

He thought Maletkov wanted to, uh, steal,
uh, building materials.

Copper pipes.

You protect us, okay?

Step away
from the window!

He tossed a gun.

Georgy Maletkov,
or whatever your name is,

you're under arrest for the murder of
Vasily Chuikov. Let's go.

Case number 469990,

"People v. Georgy Maletkov and Boris Kira,
one count each murder two."

A plea from your clients,
Mr. Margolis.

An emphatic not guilty.
What else?

People on bail? Remand. Both defendants
are foreign nationals.

Uh, Mr. Maletkov has applied for
citizenship.

Defendant Kira was in
possession of a false passport.

Fine, fine, we will concede Mr.
Kira for remand. Let's talk about Mr.
Maletkov.

He's a tax-paying business
owner...

Who's under investigation for Medicare
fraud.

Who was trying to dispose of an unlicensed
firearm when he was arrested.

And who was given
a key to the murder scene

two days before the victim was killed and
mutilated there.

This is all serendipity, Your Honor. It's
evidence.

Both defendants remanded.

Kira's real name is Mikhail Tolstonog,
resident of Moscow,

same pedigree as Rogatin.
Who is he?

He's the one who
was shot by the police.

We think they're both
connected to Maletkov.

Maletkov. Tolstonog.

No wonder I never
got through War and Peace.

All these names
add up to what?

Maletkov flew in a couple of out-of-town
hitters to take care of Mr. Chuikov.

"Why?" is the million-dollar
question.

Chuikov's wife never
heard of Maletkov.

And Chuikov's name did not show up in our
investigations of Maletkov's fraud
schemes.

They just picked him out of the Brighton
Beach Who's Who?

I hope between the three
of you, there's a case.

Ballistics made a probable
match between Tolstonog's gun

and the bullet fragment pulled from
Chuikov's body. ADAM: Probable...

What about this eyewitness,
the little boy?

He's been diagnosed with acute
post-traumatic stress disorder.

No one's been able to get a story out of
him.

The other witnesses should
get us past the grand jury.

Barely.

I worked next to Mr. Chuikov
for the last seven years.

We were friendly, but I...
I wouldn't say familiar.

When he left on the day in question, where
did he tell you he was going?

He told me he was going to meet a new
source for some very expensive watches.

Where was he meeting
this source?

Oh, he didn't tell me that.

Mr. Bronstein, didn't you tell
Detectives Briscoe and Curtis

that Mr. Chuikov said he was meeting his
source at PK's Diner on the West Side?

No. I speculated he was meeting on the
West Side, but I didn't know where.

You know what I
think happened?

Vas, uh, Mr. Chuikov,

he asked me for a good place
to eat on the West Side,

and I told him PK's.

I think the officers misunderstood that.
That must be what happened.

I never see David give Maletkov the key.
He never told me he did.

You told Ms. Carmichael you saw Mr.
Maletkov come into your place of business.

Yes, I said that.

He talked to your husband,
your husband gave him the key,

isn't that what you
told Ms. Carmichael?

Yes, yes, but it's not true.
You lied?

She scared me!

That girl,
she has heart like KGB.

She said she was going to deport me, back
to Russia.

So I told her what she wanted.

I want to know what happened. Did
somebody threaten you?

Leave me alone.

If you don't help us,
we can't protect you.

You don't understand.
You can't protect everybody.

Who else do we have?

The waitress from the diner. She was
supposed to be here two hours ago.

I'm gonna recess the grand jury. You call
Briscoe and Curtis.

I go to court, it'll cost me
a half a day's tips.

I got my babies at home.

Come on, Miss Dobbs... My cousin, she
works in a legal aid office.

She asked if you could put somebody like
me in jail for refusin' to talk to the
D.A.

They told her that would
hardly happen.

Technically, you can be
cited for contempt.

But it would hardly happen.
So I am not gonna do it.

I'm sorry.

I don't know anything
about Josette's business.

She didn't tell you that she was helping
us with that murder down the block?

People talk to cops,
they get in trouble.

Why? Someone making
trouble for her?

You think it's over, you think they're
gonna leave her alone, now?

Friday morning, some guy in a white
Mercedes, you know, a big one,

was waiting for her outside,
when she came in for work.

He talked to her.

She was pretty shook up.
She say anything?

No. What did this guy do?

He just talked to her and then he used the
pay phone right outside there...

And took off.

This your car?
Yes.

You're Roman Laskin?
Yeah. What's goin' on?

What's going on is, you're under arrest.
Put your hands on the hood.

What am I under arrest for?
No, no, we ask the questions.

Last Friday you made a phone call from the
West Side. You called here?

I don't know. If your friends are smart,
they'll stay outta this.

You have to tell me
what I am under arrest for.

Attempted DUI. I smell a
whiff of vodka on your breath.

And we're confiscating your car. We can do
that now, ya know.

Lennie, look what I found
in the glove box.

A copy of the voluntary
disclosure form.

A list of witnesses with
their addresses penciled in.

You know who uses these?
Yeah. The D.A.s.

My assistant sent it to their defense
lawyer with the complaint form.

The names were supposed to have been
blacked out. My fault. I should've checked
it.

Should have? We're lucky none
of those people are dead.

Who had the terrific idea
of listing their addresses?

Nobody.

Once they had the names,
they must've looked 'em up.

Right. Why make it
easy for them?

Adam, the person
we should be screaming at

is the son of a bitch who passed this on
to those thugs.

I want him off the case, Your Honor!

He endangered witnesses, interfered with
the prosecution...

If Mr. McCoy had evidence to go with his
huffing and puffing,

I'd be in handcuffs
right now.

We can meet the standard of proof required
to remove a corrupt attorney.

It's all there in
the moving papers.

Yes. Fascinating reading.

Your Honor...
You're out, Mr. Margolis.

There's only one inference to be drawn
from the fact that the VDF

got into the wrong hands. Well, that's
unwarranted. I'm filing an appeal.

Yes, and in the meantime,
you're still out.

All right. I want two days to get new
counsel for my clients.

And replace Bonnie with Clyde? His entire
firm should be barred.

My clients have the right
to choose their counsel.

They have the right
to counsel. Period.

Anything beyond that
is a privilege.

Your Honor can exercise a veto or appoint
new counsel from the 18-B panel.

Yes. New counsel will be
subject to my approval.

My last act on behalf
of these defendants.

Motion to dismiss.

Emil, we're facing a motion to dismiss,
our witnesses won't cooperate.

This boy is our last
best hope.

Couldn't you
treat him?

I'm not a child psychologist.
I don't have the expertise.

I'm sorry it screws up
your case, but...

If it was your kid,
who would you get?

Well, since she's gone back to
teaching, Liz Olivet.

Specializes in kids with
crime-related trauma.

We're gonna videotape our little talk, so
that I can look at it later. Okay?

Okay.

Can I play, too?

Okay. Which one should I be?

What are we playing?

Space.
Okay.

Do you have your own
bedroom, Billy?

What time do you go to bed?

10:00. Sometimes 10:30.

You sleep okay?

Ever have any bad dreams?
Sometimes.

How about before
that man was killed,

the one everyone's been
asking you about.

Did you have a bad dream?

Mmm-hmm.

I want you to tell me about
that dream.

Will you do that, Billy?

I was hiding in
the old factory.

Four men came in. They were making a lot
of noise and...

What else did they do, Billy?

They shot one of the men.

They cut him up with knives.

They cut his hands off.

Then they put him
in a box, like a cooler,

with snakes on it.

Then they put plastic around the dead man
and took him away.

And after you had this dream, did
something like that happen for real?

Yes.

And you think that it was
your fault?

Because I didn't tell anyone
I had the dream.

It's called "omen formation."

These kids want to have a sense of control
over the terrible event they witnessed,

so they come to believe that they dreamed
it before it happened.

Then they feel guilty because they didn't
do anything to stop it.

Poor kid gets it
coming and going.

Would he recognize the killers? He said he
could.

Do you think it's healthy, putting him
through the witness grinder?

He told me he wants to help the police
punish the bad guys.

It might give him closure.

His mother's not thrilled,
but she'll go along.

Let's not kid ourselves
about the risks.

The guy with the white Benz was arrested

coming out of a diesel oil company owned
by Konstantin Volsky.

We've been looking at Volsky
for gasoline bootlegging.

The guy's an octopus, a major player in
the Russian mob.

And if this all leads back
to him...

We'll move the boy and his
mother into a safe house.

I want them under wraps
until the trial.

There's still the line-up.

Okay, Billy, I want you to stand right
over here. I'll be right back.

I still resent the implication that
showing us his face would put the boy in
danger.

Mr. Manning, the judge ruled that we could
do this, so spare us your bellyaching.

Okay, now just
look through the glass.

You'll see some men
walking out wearing numbers.

And I'll ask you if you've
seen any of them before.

And if you have, you tell me
what number they're wearing.

Okay? Now remember,

you will be able to see them, but they
won't be able to see you.

Okay?
Okay.

Here we go.

First group.

Have you seen
any of these men before?

Yes. Number four.

Well, you're gonna
have to speak up.

Number four.

He shot the man.

Next group.

Do you recognize any
of these men?

Number Eleven.

He cut off the hands.

Okay.

That's it.

Tell Mr. Margolis he can
stuff his motion to dismiss.

A 10-year-old boy...

After all your other
witnesses recanted.

'Cause they don't want to end up wrapped
in plastic in the trunk of a car.

I'm offering him 15 years minimum for a
plea to murder two.

In return for a
lifetime supply of Beluga?

He tells me who ordered
the killing and why.

He talks to me
about Konstantin Volsky.

My colleague is making the same offer to
his accomplice as we speak.

Whoever raises their
hand first...

You think because we
have an accent we're stupid?

When I was 14, at the
state school in Moscow,

I was reading Emerson,
Faulkner, Hemingway.

I was studying John Keynes.

Milton Friedman.
Mr. Maletkov, I...

Ca-ca-ca-ca.

I made a lot of
money in Russia.

You think that's easy,
you try it.

So when I come here...

America is like a big baby. We're taking
candy out of your hand,

out of your mouth.

So...

Save your deals for
the pipeheads in Harlem.

I have appointment
to play chess.

Okay?

Looks like a no.

How'd you do
with Tolstonog?

0 for 2. Apparently, compared to his digs
in Moscow,

Rikers is hog heaven.

Might all be academic.

I'm not looking forward to facing a jury
with only a child's eyewitness account.

I was thinking about what the boy said,

about Maletkov putting the
hands in a cooler.

Why a cooler?

Why not a bag if you're
just gonna get rid of them?

Good question.

He said the cooler had snakes on it.

He might be describing a caduceus.

Maybe the cooler is for shipping
bio-medical specimens.

Do we have the records from
Maletkov's clinic?

Maletkov's got to be making $250,000 a
month by massaging sore muscles.

Ain't America grand?

You got to hand it to
him, though.

He's been here six years, he's working the
system like a slot machine.

I'm still tryin' to figure out alternate
side of the street parking.

Jackpot.

An invoice for shipment of a medical
specimen, the day after the killing to
Moscow.

Along with toilet paper, they're also
having a shortage of hands?

Maletkov was sending
a message.

Why do you want to know
about Vasily's family?

It might explain why he
was killed.

I told the police.
They're honest people.

We're sure they are.

We just need to know their names and any
information you have about them.

Are his parents
still alive?

No. He has an uncle.
And what does he do?

He's an agricultural
engineer in the Ukraine.

Who else? Your husband
have any siblings?

A sister.

She's an administrator at
the university in Moscow.

Her husband passed
away two years ago.

They have any children?
A son.

Vasily's nephew. He's the
president of a bank.

A banker. Have you talked to him
since your husband died?

Uh, no, I talked to his mother. I left him
messages.

He hasn't called back?

Was he close to your husband? They used to
talk every month.

I'm not understanding
why am I here?

The national police put me
on the plane,

and they told me I'm a
material witness for my uncle.

We realize you've had
a long trip, but...

What do I know about my uncle?
He's dead.

And do you know why?

I'm not the police.

The people who killed your
uncle cut off his hands

and sent them to you in Moscow to make an
impression on you. Why?

What did they
want you to do?

I don't know any of this. Please. Mr.
Kuzmin,

didn't you love your uncle?

Yes.

I love my family.

That is why I can't help you.
It's too late.

Whatever these people are forcing you to
do, I'm sure it's illegal in your country.

You'll be arrested,
you'll go to prison.

Your family will have to
fend for itself.

What am I supposed to do?

They will kill me.

They will kill my family.
We can help you.

Mr. Osborne is from the
justice department.

They have a witness protection
program, they'll relocate you,

your wife and your children to the United
States and give you new identities, new
jobs.

That is not enough. They will kill my
mother, they will kill my wife's family.

I couldn't leave them behind.

How many people are
we talking about?

Fourteen.

Fine. I'll get it approved.

Fourteen?

What do we call these people?
Forensic refugees?

Who else does the jury
have to look forward to?

We have Billy Woodson's testimony, we have
ballistics, the motel records...

Ah, coincidences,
probable matches,

your case is still resting
on some very small shoulders.

Forensic refugees.
Now there's a growth industry.

You think so?

Here, we bitch because organized crime is
a parasite on our economy.

In Russia, there's nothing but organized
crime. It's a kleptocracy.

As for guys like Volsky, they're a bigger
headache than 10 John Gottis.

Mmm. Different accent, same problem.

La Cosa Nostra are lap dogs
compared to these guys.

They're brutal and they're smart. They'll
pull capers the others are too stupid to
try.

And they'll do business with anyone.
Puerto Ricans, Chinese...

I hope this isn't just
rehashed Cold War rhetoric.

No. My old man, he sold tool and die
equipment to the Soviets.

He'd have them over for
dinner.

I was 12, sitting around with these party
apparatchiks who survived Stalingrad,

who survived Stalin,

who gave this little girl her first shot
of vodka and her first smoke,

Sobranis with the
cardboard filter.

I loved those old guys.

So my senior year,
I went to Russia.

Now, when I see what's
happening there...

It breaks my heart.

Mr. Gordov says,

he represents investors

who sell Russian oil on
the world market.

He want to open an account to receive
proceeds from this sale.

How big an account?

Uh, Mr. Gordov said
$30,000,000 a month.

I said I need documents to
prove that his investors are

legal owners of the oil.

You were concerned that
it might be stolen?

Yes. Mr. Gordov said

that I don't need such
documents, and I said

I have no authority to proceed without
proper document.

What did Mr. Gordov do? He said he
will get the documents.

Did he?
Yes. After two weeks, I...

I receive a cardboard
box at my office.

Inside it was a plastic
bag with two hands.

Two human hands.

With a wedding ring
still on the finger.

I recognize the ring.

It belonged to my
uncle, Vasily.

Then Mr. Gordov call. I still have the box
on my desk and he called,

he ask if I received
the document.

He said if I didn't want more documents, I
will open the account.

What did you do?
What could I do?

I open the account.

What did you think the purpose to the
account was? It was to...

How to say that?

Launder money.

Criminal money.

I know many banks in Moscow the mafiya
uses for this purpose.

I give you names but the Russian central
bank, they do nothing.

Thank you, Mr. Kuzmin.

Mr. Kuzmin, my condolences
for your uncle.

Now, have you ever seen either of the
defendants before today?

No.

Did this Mr. Gordov ever
mention their names to you?

No.

Then why do you think they're responsible
for your uncle's death?

Because...

Mr. McCoy tell me.

Thank you.

They were saying stuff
I couldn't understand.

There was all this
blood everywhere.

I got dizzy and sick
in my stomach.

And you were watching these men through
the hole in the wall?

Yes, sir. Do you see those men here in
this room?

Yes.

Please point to them, Billy.

The record will reflect the witness is
pointing to the defendants.

Very good, Billy.

Thank you.

Hi, Billy.

Who's that
in your hand?

X-Men.

My son likes them, too.

Billy, when the police came
to talk to you the first time,

you didn't right away tell them what you
just told us, did you?

No.

In fact, a lot of time went by before you
told anyone, right?

Yes.
And during that time,

a lot of people talked to
you about what you saw, right?

Yes. There was Lieutenant Van Buren, and
the two detectives,

and Dr. Skoda and Dr. Olivet,
all of them talked to you?

Yes.

And then,
after all that talk,

you finally told Dr. Olivet you had a
dream about a man being killed, right?

Yes.

Now, Dr. Olivet
explained to us this morning

you didn't really have this
dream, you just imagined it.

No. I really dreamed it.
I believe you, Billy.

I think you dreamed it, too.

Now, is it possible...

The things all these
people told you,

maybe some of that
ended up in your dream?

No. Uh-uh.

How about your mom?

Did she talk to you about this before you
told Dr. Olivet you had a dream?

Yes.

What did
she tell you?

She said if I wanted
to feel better,

I had to tell
the police what I saw.

I had to be
braver than anybody.

Why is that?

Because there were other
people who knew things, too,

but the bad guys scared them,
so they won't help the police.

Your Honor...
In my chambers.

He testified there are other witnesses who
were intimidated.

It's hearsay, it refers
to facts not in evidence.

Your Honor, Mr. Manning
asked the question.

I didn't ask him about other witnesses.
Your Honor, it's inflammatory,
prejudicial.

And it can be cured with
instructions to the jury.

To ignore what? The testimony of sweet
little Christopher Robin?

Your Honor, there's only one
cure, and that's a mistrial.

The standard is manifest necessity.
It doesn't exist here.

The defendants can
still get a fair trial.

Fine, let it go to a verdict. I've got a
ready-made appeal. It's a bluff, Your
Honor.

Mr. McCoy, it's only the
second day of testimony.

A mistrial's not gonna kill anybody.
Monday, we'll pick a new jury.

Is he done?
Can we go?

Yes, but I'm afraid he'll have to come
back and testify again, probably next
week.

What? Why?

The judge declared a mistrial.
Because of what Billy said?

It's not his fault.
We know.

The judge is afraid of making a mistake.
I don't care.

I am not putting my son
through this again.

I'm sorry, it can't...
You didn't hear me!

He is not testifying.
He's done.

Mrs. Woodson...
He won't sleep by himself.

He never smiles.

He's not interested
in anything.

He can't take
this anymore.

Now you can't
make him do this.

So just forget about him.

Mr. Volsky...

What did you
say to him?

"Not one step backwards."

Stalin's order to the Red Army
when the Germans invaded.

You don't have to rush
into a new trial.

Give the boy some time. In the meantime,
the other side'll

smell blood in the water.

I can't help that.

Have you heard from Ricci?

No. Why?

Her paralegal said she
left an hour and a half ago.

She's not home, she's not
answering her cell phone,

she's not returning any
of my pages.

Call the police.

Check the boy's
safe house.