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[bustling city]

- [Police Radio] 186 Bleaker Street and apparently

it's secure for ground level.

Okay, we got a result.

[police radio communication]

- [Detective] Looks like it was a

pretty good trip from up there.

What's that, four floors?

- Yeah, I guess he's not going to be collecting

any frequent flier miles though.

Sorry, that was unprofessional.

- Oh, an apology?

You know, I knew a guy from Co-op city

who actually walked away from a fall like this.

- Are we gonna talk?

- That boy bounced like a tennis ball.

Two fractured ribs and some bruised pride,

but other than that, he was fine.

- So you think I'm fine.

Is that what you're saying?

- The secret was Jamaican yams for breakfast each morning.

- What?

- You know that's what Hussein Bald eats?

Are you fine?

When you're ready.

- Thank you.

- But be ready soon.

Till then, it's the yams.

[laughing]

- I know you're not trying to compare

this street thug to a world class athlete.

Come on.

- Oh no, no, no, no, I'm telling you.

It's the yams.

- Get out of my face.

- What is that?

Vomit?

- There'd be a lot more if it

happened on the way down though.

- Call Tessa.

And tell her we need a full work-up.

- Me?

What happened to your boyfriend Tarik?

He can't do it?

- Just get a full damn work-up, please.

He stepped up, all right?

- [Detective] Yeah.

- Tell Tessa we've got an interesting one.

- [Detective] Yes sir.

Yeah, um--

[radio communication]

[dramatic instrumental music]

- Our victim is none other than Serge Roslev,

former Russian diplomat and worked as an

assistant deputy to the Russian ambassador.

Here's him three years ago.

Known associates listed are Anton Kreschev,

also a former Russian diplomat.

- Great, so he's a Russian spy or former Russian spy.

- Somebody watches too many movies.

- What he's Russian.

They're all spies, no?

- He's not a spy, no.

He defected to the U.S. because he quote,

loves the country.

He's a slum lord,

owned several tenement type buildings in Queens.

Apparently they're just real dumps.

- The American dream is alive.

- We also have a restraining order on one

Josh Carpenter, former tenant.

Apparently, Mr. Roslev asked Josh's wife

to pay their rent via the bedroom.

[chuckling]

Seriously, no comment?

- Seems like a fair form of currency these days.

- [Detective] See what did I tell you,

the American dream is still alive.

- Well, apparently Mr. Carpenter tried to return the favor

of hospitality with the swing of a machete.

- Where do we find the scorned lover in his machete?

- I thought you'd never ask.

Right here, please stay off the grand concourse.

Seriously, you guys, this one seems like a fire cracker.

- Oh, I love the forth of July.

All right, you hold down the fort,

I'll call Tarik, tell him to take the neighbor.

I've got Kruschev.

- And I'll go talk to his wife.

- [Detective] All right, good.

Stay in touch.

Run everything by Tessa.

- Yes, sir.

- [Tessa] Hey.

- [Detective] Yeah.

- [Woman] Look, are you okay?

- I,

yes, thank you.

- Seriously, you missed all last week.

What's up?

- I was, I, I,

I was sick with the flu.

- Sick?

- Yeah, thank you though.

Um, I gotta, the wife.

- Yeah.

- Mrs Roslev, I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you for seeing me.

- Of course.

Please, come, sit.

My husband was not good man.

He was very loose with his money,

his mouth and his you know what.

- Hm, like most men.

- If he was only as bad as most men.

- Did someone want to hurt him?

- He bring me here from Siberia.

I was very starving artist, dreaming of America.

- Not dreaming anymore.

- I can't complain.

I had nothing, and now,

something.

This place, it's my sanctuary, away from him.

My paintings, my music,

my garden.

So, I learned to look away.

Most of the time.

- Who wanted to hurt your husband, Mrs Roslev?

- He make many enemies.

I tell him all the time.

Shut your mouth, open your ears,

but you know these men.

They don't listen.

- Hm.

I'm listening.

- [Man] Thank you for meeting me away from watchful eyes.

- Of course, sir.

So I just want to get this straight.

You uh,

you both came from Russia at about the same time, yes?

- Yes, I worked under him.

I actually came on the same flight.

We cried to leave our homeland.

- But you stayed.

- We found love with America.

- Your resignations were about a month apart?

- Politics change.

What was once acceptable no longer becomes acceptable.

He and I thought that a quieter, smaller life was better.

- Who would want to hurt Serge Roslev?

- I never knew the man to harm a fly.

We don't see eye to eye on everything,

but he was a gentleman.

[phone buzzing]

- If you will excuse me, I have to get back to the office.

- Of course.

Busy man, yes?

- [Detective] Yes, yes, I'll be in touch.

Thank you for meeting with me.

[car signal beeping]

- Mr. Carpenter?

SIU, I'm Detective Tarik.

I've got a couple questions for you.

- What the fuck do you want?

- Let's try this again, huh?

NYPD, Special Investigation Unit.

- Yeah, I heard you the first time.

Just because you're a cop doesn't mean

I gotta kiss your ass.

- I think you need to calm down, young man.

Plus you got a little something on your breath.

- Yeah, well why don't you take your fuckin' badge.

[clanging]

- You're coming in with me.

- Now Jamie, we're all confident that you can

put this investigation down swiftly and quietly,

which is why they're all here.

- The field work is very impressive.

We've taken notice.

- And you are?

- I'm here to help.

- I'm guessing FBI?

I mean, I know a CIA spook when I see one.

And judging by how quickly you all gathered,

I'm guessing that somebody down at

the state department started yelling?

- They're here to help, Jimmy.

Listen to this.

[recording of Russian conversation]

- That sounds like Russian.

What are we listening to?

- We keep records and tabs of all our former diplomats,

like Mr. Roslev, especially one with a

questionable past like his.

- Well it seems Mr. Roslev, he has a particular

taste for women and he loves to brag about his

exploits and his conquests,

but what got Uncle Sam's attention was a

little clip about funneling profits

from a Russian oil company.

- I'm starting to smell a rat.

- The problem is, Mr. Roslev shut down the conversation

and never picked it back up at that particular point.

- That's a bit paranoid for an upstanding businessman.

- Well, I recently received an email containing

wire transactions from an offshore bank account.

- That's convenient.

- We also received some emails with some

very interesting names on it.

Tessa will get all of those emails to all of your teams.

- So, you want me to connect the dots because

you can't be involved?

- Just solve this quickly.

- What's new?

- Tessa, can I get a copy of that tape

and an English translation?

- Already on it, boss.

- Thank you.

Anything else?

- Keep us in the loop.

- What's going on?

- Officially? We're solving a murder case.

- And unofficially?

- I can tell you that we're working with the CIA and the FBI

in a joint effort with Russia to flush out someone

funneling money through various offshore nameless accounts.

- Can you do that?

- No, but.

- Okay, well Tarik's got someone that you should talk to.

- We should also check out Waylen Johns,

the owner of the Stardust night club.

- Uh Tess, um,

can you excuse us for a minute, please?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- What is this?

Are you benching me?

I'm fine.

Jimmy, I'm fine.

I need to work.

Let me work.

Let me do my job.

- Take Waylen Johns.

Just be careful.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Mmhmm.

[sighing]

- Look, I told you before,

I wish I could have bashed that fat Russian's face in,

but I didn't.

- My bad.

- Can I have one?

- Sure.

Let's all get relaxed up in here, huh?

- He tried to screw my wife and turn her into a whore.

I'm glad he's dead, but I didn't do it.

- Then who did?

Gotta give us something.

- Piss off.

I want my lawyer.

- Why do you need a lawyer if you didn't do anything?

- You know man,

you know man, Nicks, best pizza in the BX, hands down.

- I beg to differ on that one.

I'm going with Joey's over there on Dryer.

- Joey's?

Yeah shit, I don't expect that coming from you, man.

You crazy.

All right, anyway.

My point is it's important to know your pizza joints.

Hm?

Cause when you walk through those doors,

you know what to expect,

cause you been there before.

- What in God's name are you guys talking about,

man, come on.

- See, I been here before.

And I know you are a violent mofo.

So what do I expect?

Violence.

Because that's all you understand.

See I think he did the tango with your little Taylor Swift

and I think she really, really liked it.

I think she liked it more than you--

- Jimmy, Jimmy.

Jimmy, chill.

- Who you protecting, huh?

- No one, no one.

[grunting]

All right, all right, look, look, look, look, look, look,

she slept with him, all right?

I kicked her out.

- Real lover boy, huh?

- I was mad, all right?

What would you do?

- What else?

- [Tarik] Jimmy!

- Listen, talk.

- He's got friends, all right?

I don't know who.

They scare me.

But I didn't do it.

- [Tarik] Shit.

- [Jimmy] That location better check out.

- It will.

Maybe you can take me to Nick's after.

- [Jimmy] Say what?

- Look, go down and talk to the Arab guy

who runs the Stardust nightclub,

down on Boston Road, okay?

He had some major beef with him too.

- Look, you're good to go, all right?

I'll get an officer to walk you out.

- Thanks.

[upbeat electronic dance music]

- [Detective] So let me get this straight,

you did threaten to kill Serge,

you just didn't mean it.

- No, I meant it, okay?

I'm just not that stupid.

Son of a bitch comes in here,

six hookers, buying bottle after bottle.

Go,

Get.

And then he flashes his big black Amex card

and it declines.

Then he tells me, oh no, it's okay, don't worry.

I'll be back.

I'll take care of it.

- You approach him about it?

- Listen lady, I threatened to call the police.

He says he has diplomatic immunity

and if I did it, he'd send the IRS to pay me a visit.

He also said things about the KGB.

Look, he was drunk or high or something.

I don't know.

I don't know if he's full of shit or what,

but later that night, some guy comes, he pays the tab.

- Some guy? What guy?

You get a name?

- Listen lady, I don't ask questions, okay?

I'm a businessman.

- You are, aren't you?

Running a lot of businesses.

Running girls, running drugs,

running pills behind the bar.

Wayland, I'm homicide.

I'm here for the bodies.

- It wasn't me.

- So show me your surveillance cameras.

- Okay, okay.

Everything's there.

Let's go.

Glad somebody killed that fat piece of shit.

Wasn't me.

Go.

Have a look.

- This everything?

- Jimmy, Jimmy, what was that back there?

- Whatever it takes, right?

- Is that how it is?

- Yeah, I don't apologize.

Why you asking?

- I was just wondering.

- Did Zakia talk to you?

- Who?

No, Jimmy, I'm on your team.

- Hey man, if you on my team, be on my damn team then.

- I'm with you.

- Jimmy, your wife's here to see you.

Do you want me to bring her back.

- Oh, yeah please, buzz her in.

- Hey, just the man I came to see.

Jimmy Blue, you've been served.

- Here?

You're doing this here?

This is a B.S. scare tactic and you know it.

- Well maybe.

Care to change your statement?

You know, maybe Darius will.

Everybody that's involved is going down.

- Baby, I wanted to give you some--

- Hey sweet--

- Come clean or I'll bury you.

- Fuck you, Robert.

- Ma'am.

- Babe, Jimmy.

I told you I was seeing other people.

What do they want?

Don't you go away.

Don't wall up, not again.

Talk to me.

- I'm not going anywhere.

I just can't do this anymore.

- Right.

Hey, Yolanda,

Jimmy, come here.

One sec, chief.

Look, we found a bank offshore in Nevice.

We think that they're stashing over $16,000,000.

Yes, chief.

Go for it.

- Yeah, apparently the Kremlin's investigating him too.

Chief, something just doesn't feel right.

We're being handed everything.

- I'm starting to feel like a pawn in some bad game.

- [Chief] That's not the worst of it.

We got this today.

Tessa.

- Two tickets to paradise.

You're in this case, Nevice.

- You've got to be shitting me.

- [Chief] Neither side can approach officially or

unofficially, but the answers are in that bank.

- What, and two cops working a murder can follow the money?

Rattle some cages and then both sides can

turn their fricken heads?

- [Chief] Plausible deniability.

- But chief, we're still working a murder that

happened on our turf.

- [Chief] Tarik and Tessa can handle it until you're back.

Make me proud, guys.

- I'm on it, chief.

Yeah, I'll get right on it.

Thanks.

- What's going on.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Jimmy,

are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Good, cause I'm going to go get beach body ready.

[phone ringing]

[engine roaring]

[cheerful island music]

I could get used to this.

- Same here.

Uh oh.

- Uh oh.

- Here comes trouble.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- So I'm thinking he's not expecting us.

- Probably not.

- You know, I was thinking Serge Roslev,

if he's siphoning money from Russia,

that means he's still got good friends there.

- Or he could have still been blackmailing

somebody back in Russia.

- Maybe he never stopped working for the Russian government.

- He sure picked one hell of a banking spot though.

- Beautiful and corrupt.

Let's never go back.

- Cheers to that.

- Cheers.

- Let's take a walk, check the place out.

- Okay.

[waves crashing]

- You ready to have that talk yet?

When you're ready.

[cars honking] [city bustling]

[tired breathing]

- Girl, you are going to be fine.

You are going to get through this.

Besides, I am going to be the sexiest hands-on titi ever.

Titi mina, yes.

- I don't even know how to change a diaper.

- I attend the University of YouTube.

I know how to do everything,

one minute, I know how to do it.

- I'm not keeping it.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not keeping it.

I broke up with Jimmy.

He found out I was seeing someone else.

- Was it serious?

- That's not the point.

I hurt him and I saw it.

There is too much, I.

- Listen, take it from me.

The regret never goes away.

It never leaves you.

It's always with you.

- I can't do this, I mean, I can't.

Not without Jimmy.

- Screw him then.

- That's what got me here.

[laughing]

- True, touche.

It's all good.

Your yoga's horrible, Boo, let's get this together.

You should go to YouTube and learn yoga too.

Come on.

[bustling city] [horns honking]

[waves crashing]

- You have great instincts.

You do, you're better than me.

You're a better cop.

- Jimmy--

- [Jimmy] Just saying.

- Just wait.

When I was young,

some really

bad stuff happened to me.

It happened for a really long time.

And um,

my dad--

- You want to talk about shitty parents?

Both of my parents were drug addicts and left me for dead.

But I got lucky and I got adopted.

My father was one of the best damn detectives

New York's ever seen.

My mother,

she was a beat cop.

15 years on the force.

- Is that what made you want to be a cop?

- Maybe, maybe not.

- You know, Jimmy,

the things that happened to us when we were little,

they mold us,

make us who we are and then

we have to fight for the rest of our life

just to live with it.

- Living with it,

living with it.

See, that's the whole point.

By living with them, you're still fighting,

you're still here.

All right, to live with them means you

get to spit in the face of all the bad things

that were done to you and it doesn't have to define you.

- What if I lose?

What if I'm lost?

- Bullshit.

You know why it's bullshit?

Because you're still here.

You're right here.

Listen to me, my mom,

she ran into the second tower as soon as it fell down.

My dad went right in after her to rescue her.

Neither one came out.

- [Woman] Oh, Jimmy.

- They taught me to always do the right thing.

All right, to help.

That's why I became a cop.

And I am telling you,

if I can stand here and stay and fight,

you can fight.

Yo, look at me, you can make sure that this never

ever happens again to another little girl.

Look at me.

You can do that.

You hear me?

- I can do that.

I can do that.

Hell of a talk, Jimmy.

Shit.

- You ready to go get some police work done?

- Um,

you need to talk?

- Let's get some work done first, okay?

Come on.

[cars honking] [bustling city]

- I appreciate you getting me out of that home, son.

I was going stir crazy in there.

[chuckling]

- Ah, no problem, pop.

- Yeah, I look forward to Sundays, man.

I don't know how many more of those I got left, right?

- Hey, I told you about that.

My pop's living to be 100 plus.

[laughing]

- It's just another chapter, son.

In a book that never ends.

- Amen to that.

- Okay.

I can tell by the sound of your voice

that something is wrong.

You haven't been yourself today.

[sighing]

- Just a lot going on at work.

- Well, isn't that the way you want it?

I mean, when isn't a lot of stuff going on at work?

- Well when is doing the right thing

considered the wrong thing?

- What do you mean by that?

- What I mean, pop, is that we have all these people

in the office that are in high position

and presidential positions that is dictating our every move.

I'm starting to feel like we're pawns in their game.

- Are you going to get the bad guy?

- I hope so.

- Hm, I did a good job with you.

- Did you now?

- Yeah, I think so.

Okay, what else?

- I mean nothing, it's just you know, that lie just keeps

getting pushed back more and more and more.

- Yeah.

Oh, your new boss?

- [Son] Yeah.

[laughing]

- You were all starry eyed when you first got that detail.

Now you don't talk about it so much.

- Hey, but the man was getting results, dad.

- Mm mm, you're not him.

- I know.

- Remember this, son.

As soon as you lose yourself, you lose for good.

- That's food for thought.

- Yeah.

- [Son] Speaking of food,

can I finish making these sandwiches?

I'm sure you're hungry.

- Yeah, help yourself.

Know what you're doing?

- So this is what Russian mob money buys, huh?

- Is this place even open?

It's empty back here.

- Excuse me, what are you doing here?

You can't be in here.

- [Jimmy] Ramon Thomas?

- [Thomas] Yes?

Can I help you?

- Ramon Thomas of Nevis Security and Exchange?

- Look, I don't have time for this.

We're opening up a casino soon.

You need to not be here.

You need to leave.

- Serge Roslev.

That name mean anything to you?

- Who are you?

- Believe it or not, we're with the NYPD.

Special Investigations Unit.

- You're cops.

- I don't understand.

- Serge Roslev is dead.

- You have to help me.

I'll tell you anything.

But I want out.

And you tell them that I want out.

- Sure, we can help you,

but you need to tell us everything you know.

- About two days ago, Serge's wife came in,

cleared all the accounts.

Seemed normal, but I figured they were just cashing out.

But you're telling me he's dead.

Who knows?

- How much money are we talking about?

I mean, what was coming through?

- Millions.

It's definitely millions that have been coming through,

fast, from Russia, to Russia, and other places.

- What'd they buy with it?

- I don't know.

I really didn't want to know.

- Selling secrets?

Former diplomat, a lot of connections.

- Yeah, it's still a murder.

Here's my card.

I'll be in touch.

I'll have somebody reach out.

- Hey, this place is gonna look really nice.

I bet there'll be a lot of Russians that come by.

[whistling]

- Woo, you guys can thank Tarik.

After your call from your vacation,

he started tailing her.

Very cute couple.

- [Jimmy] What we thought,

Serge was the one with the hot pants.

- Oh, you never know.

- But this gave them motivation to want

Serge out of the picture because

they were both signers on the account.

- This is why she closed the account, Jimmy.

They're not spies.

She's gonna run.

You think she knows where the money came from?

- Oh hell yeah.

I think she knows a whole lot.

Ain't that right, fellas?

- And I think I know what you are going to ask me.

- Oh yeah?

What's that?

- To help you find her.

- Yes please, like yesterday.

- I'm on it, but it's just cause I love ya.

- Ah, let's go.

- Yup.

Bye, don't miss us.

- Yeah, hey, good work on the photos, by the way.

- Oh, anytime, anytime.

Absolutely, man.

- Mmhmm.

- [Man] Any word?

- [muffled confirmation] See, what'd I tell you man?

Best slices in the city.

Man, get in there.

- Hold on, let me see what you're talking about.

- [Jimmy] Get in there.

- Let me see what you're talking about.

Let me see.

- Mmhmm, mmhmm, badow!

- It's okay.

- Okay?

- It's okay, but remember the spots that I told you about?

I don't know, this is kind of on some poison tip.

- Poison?

Poison.

- Jimmy, Jimmy, hold on. Wait.

Hold on, man.

[police radio communicating]

- [Jimmy] Tess,

Tess,

Tess!

- Yeah, in here!

- Hey, do you have the toxicology report on Serge?

- Oh, I doubt it.

Our new friend showed up before his body was even cold

and carted it off.

- Reach out, you tell them we need

a toxicology report like yesterday.

- What's going on?

- Look for poison.

Think outside of the box.

- Yeah, got it.

- I don't know.

I think I'm ready.

To,

I don't know just, I feel ready.

I feel ready to fight.

Um,

so what's next?

You know, what do we do?

What do I do next cause I'm ready.

- We dig deeper.

And when you're ready for that,

that's exactly what we'll do.

But for now,

how about we focus on today?

Who you are today

and you'd like to become tomorrow.

Yeah?

- Okay.

Okay.

I can do that.

Yeah.

And it was--

[cars honking] [bustling city]

- Sorry, we're clearing all the cold case files

from the file room.

- What don't you do?

- I don't make a lot of money.

That's something that I don't do.

- You're singing to the choir.

Well, what do we got here?

- So the tox reports came back from our Russian friend.

The fall wasn't the cause of death.

- It wasn't?

- No, and I wanted to do a cross check with my sources,

but they found a compound in his blood.

- Tell me you know what the compound was.

- Oleander poisoning.

- Like the plant?

- Mmhmm.

Mostly found in California, highly poisonous,

but if you go and you find it there,

it's really deadly and I,

don't know why everybody in this precinct

is so psychotic and reactive.

[cars honking] [bustling city]

[clanking]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[creaking stairs]

[sighing]

- Okay.

Oleander.

Tessa.

All right, Tessa.

[whispering] Oleander.

Oleander.

[sighing]

[phone signaling]

[clicking]

[typing]

[phone signaling]

Oleander.

Grew it on your roof, killed your husband with it.

Only in America.

[grunting]

- You can't prove nothing.

Soon, I will be gone.

- Oh, but I can.

I got her taking money out and I got

the records to fucking prove it.

- But where is the money?

It doesn't matter, it's not happening here.

The money is not happening.

It was done all perfectly legal.

You have nothing.

You know nothing.

You won't, you won't kill me.

- No?

[grunting]

- In about 20 seconds, two angry Russians

from Russia about about to walk through that door.

- Bullshit.

- Bullshit?

Let's see about that. Huh?

- Okay, okay, okay, no.

Take me with you.

- You got about 10 seconds, boy.

- No, no.

No, no, please.

I had nothing to do with the dealings in Russia.

- Where is she?

- We chartered a plane.

Please help me.

Help me.

- Shut up.

Stop!

I said stop!

Now we're both on the clock.

And unless you want me to call my partners

waiting downstairs for my go to come up here

and get this party started, you'll fall back.

Let's go.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[cars honking] [bustling city]

- He deserved to die.

- Might be true, but we don't get to make those decisions.

Mrs Roslev, you're under arrest

for the murder of your husband, Serge Roslev.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you do, say, can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to speak to an attorney

and have an attorney present--

[cars honking] [bustling city]

[somber piano music]

[phone ringing]

- [Answering Message] Hey, this is Detective Darius.

I'm not in right now.

Leave a name and a number

and I'll get back to you.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[blinking]

[growling]

[evil laughing]