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20053-2-9-0.

No.

20053-2-9-0.

No.

20053-2-9...
0?

No.

20053-2-9-0.

Excuse me, ma'am. What are you doing?

A good morning to you,
too, sergeant Gabriel.

I'm checkin' toe tags.

I can't reach the ones over there.

20053-2-9-0.

Is the winning number.

You're supposed to let a
morgue attendant do that.

Uh-huh. Well, they're not here
right now, sergeant, are they?

So...
20053-2-9-0.

Start over there, please.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You know, if I knew who we were looking
for, this might go a little faster.

No name, young lady,

prostitute.

Been in here 3 days already.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

20053-2-9-0.
Oh...

Oh, I found her. I found her.

I just need some help.

Just move this...

Move this guy.

Oh! So what makes a
hooker such a high-oh!

priority all of a sudden?

Her client list, as
disgusting as that sounds.

Robbery homicide just
got it off her computer-

Watch out. Which is why we are
so late gettin' handed this case.

Ok, miss
20053-2-9-0.

Let's see if you look
anything like your photo.

What the hell's goin' on here?

Yes, but the M.E. said this
girl had sex before she died.

What I want to know is if anyone at
robbery homicide had the foresight

to get a sex kit on her before
she was dumped at the morgue.

Yes, I'll hold. Thank you.

Anything on the I.D.?

No California record.

I could go national.

Go international.

I just got the crime scene inventory.

Her taste in furniture was eclectic.

Excuse me, ma'am.

If you're going to accuse
my people of doing bad work,

would you mind doing it through me?

Captain Taylor, let me be
extremely clear about this.

I was not accusing
your people of bad work.

I was accusing them of apathy.

I have a murder victim
here who's been dead 3 days

and I still don't know who she is.

I have 43 active cases. You have one.

And, of course, we ran
a sex kit on the body.

We found here naked.

So why don't I have the DNA results?

Is it because all your department
saw was another dead hooker?

No, ma'am.

It's because it takes at least a
week for the DNA results to come back.

Unless, of course, someone
is willing to spring

for the extra thousand dollars,

which no one was willing to do until
that girl's client list turned up.

Now suddenly everybody cares.

Let's not forget it
was my boys and girls

who discovered that client
list in the first place.

But you know what really gets me, ma'am?

Every morning, you and I, we see
the exact same homicide report,

and I didn't hear you
calling that girl's death

some high priority, either.

Maybe it's because all you
saw was another dead hooker.

Look, she was doing judge Weigert.

The guy's 80 and on a walker.

Congressman Hilton?

Whoa! There's over 200 names here.

We can narrow that down.

Put the client list away for
a moment, please. Thank you.

Our young lady here has
multiple stab wounds in the back

from a 6-inch serrated blade.

The M.E. can tell from the angle of the knife
wounds that the killer was taller than the victim.

She was just shy of 6-feet, which
should eliminate most of her customers.

We think it was one of her regular
Johns 'cause there was no sign

of a break-in, robbery, or a struggle.

Sergeant Gabriel?

Our victim

was one of the many available
ladies at an internet escort service.

This is her web page:

strawberrylollipop.com.

Lollipop?

Looks more like an
all-day sucker to me.

All right, I would appreciate if we could
remember that this girl's a murder victim,

and, unfortunately,

Strawberry Lollipop is all we
have to call her at the moment.

Now, uh, inside her web site,
she had a booking program,

and on the computer from
her house, we got a calendar.

Now, in december, she had 65 clients.

In january, 71,

february, 68.

Then in march,

miss Lollipop moves into her new
house and drops to 25 clients.

She was down to her
regulars.

Which is why we have to
interview these men first.

5 of them are over 6-feet,

3 of whom have been dubbed
by the LAPD brass as VIPs.

And here is the crime scene.

Now, the estimated time of death

is last friday night
between 8 p.m. and midnight.

We need alibis from every man
on that list taller than 6-feet,

starting with the most recent
and working our way back.

Maybe one of her Johns became her
sugar daddy and bought her the house.

Or someone she cut loose got mad.

Detective Gabriel, if
you'll check and see

if the M.O. of the knife wounds
match any other recent homicides,

especially relatin' to prostitutes.

Detective Sanchez,

if you could start setting up
interviews with her customers.

What if they don't want to come in?

Tell them we'd hate to visit them at
work to talk about their sex lives.

But if we must...

Lieutenant Flynn, a warrant
for her phones, please.

Detective Daniels, if you
could meet me downstairs.

If any of her customers
pop in while I'm gone...

Lieutenant Provenza?

If you could talk to 'em, please.

Thank you.

Yeah, ok.

I can be disgusted all afternoon.

Why not?

Brenda?

What?

Where are you going? Aren't you
going to interview the Johns?

Lieutenant Provenza can talk to 'em.

Ok.

Really?

Provenza? I don't want
any feathers ruffled.

Excuse me. I'm confused.

Is prostitution a crime in Los Angeles?

I just don't want anybody's career ruined
if all they did was was pay for sex.

That means no prying
into their private lives

unless you think they're
good for the murder.

Are you talkin' about someone
particular on that client list?

Yeah.

Danny Booth.

He's an immigration and
customs enforcement agent.

I've known him 8 years.

Are you his alibi?

No, more of a character witness.

Danny's a... basically a solid guy.

He helped me with the
financials in my divorce,

and he's getting married next month.

Well, I'd hate to ruin what sounds
like such a promising marriage.

Um, your friend

Mr. Booth was one of my
girl's few remaining regulars.

He saw her last thursday,

and he's over 6-feet.

Um, sorry. He's comin' in.

All right. I want to be there.

Ok.

- Off the books.
- On.

No. My office, 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Nice place.

Except for the murder.

Well, we all have a past.

How does she afford all this?

$500 a dance,

4 times a month,

and her accent was russian.

That's all I knew about her. Sorry.

Where were you last friday night...

your honor?

Are you seriously looking
at me for this murder

because of my height, detective?

Only time that I was taller than
her was when I stood up straight,

which I have not done since 1993.

All right.

Last friday night...

my girlfriend and I went to
Santa Barbara for the weekend.

I would rather you confirm
that through the hotel.

So did your friendly neighborhood
whore ever talk about other boyfriends?

I didn't pay that mouth to talk.

I only cared what it
did to me in her bed.

My dog was hit by a car,

and so we were at the vet's.

The whole family, my wife, kids.

I'm sorry about that, congressman.

Your dog make it?

Yeah.

So, uh, who all knows about this?

What kind of information are you
letting out to the press about this girl?

I can see you really care about her.

You know what? Screw you.

She has a boyfriend. Go after him.

Name?

Mr. Lollipop, how the hell do I know?

You should talk to some contractors.

He was remodeling her kitchen.

Granite countertops,

custom cabinets,

stainless range-

expensive stuff.

New.

I'd like to order 2 sweet and sour
chicken dinners to be delivered, please.

Uh, 707 Edgemere.

You might have my credit card on file.

There's a cat in the bedroom.

It looks, uh...

I'll call the pound.

Oh, that's great.

Um, I'm sorry. May I ask, um...

the name on the credit card,
is that mine or my boyfriend's?

Meet Nick Koslov,

illegitimate son of Ivan Koslov,

top guy in the russian mob.

They're pretty new here in town.

Captain Taylor is our resident expert.

- Rather have him brief you?
- Not really.

Their chief business
is heroine distribution.

Nick does not seem to be
too much involved with that.

All we got on his rap sheet's and old assault
and battery charge, which was dropped.

Daddy has good lawyers. Where are they?

We offered him counsel and he declined,

although he did say he was thirsty.

Deputy chief Brenda Thompson.
You want something to drink?

Thank you.

Nicolai Koslov.

Did I pronounce your name correctly?

Perfectly, but people call me Nick.

So, Nick, this is a
sad occasion for you.

Woman you know was
killed the other night,

stabbed in the back.

You're talkin' about
Zoya Petrovna, I presume?

So you knew her?

Ok, Gabriel-

Zoya Petrovna.

- You got a name now.
- She was a whore.

Yeah, if I can spell it.

Do you regularly give whores
access to your credit cards,

buy them houses, remodel their kitchens?

Because all that makes it seem like
you were more serious than that.

Do you know why you think that?

Why?

Because you're a woman.

Oh.

You don't give women money and
jewelry and bullshit like that

because you love them.

You do it so you can get off and leave.

So I guess that would explain why you
seem relatively unaffected by her death?

I'm sorry for her.

I am.

It's inconvenient. I'll have
to find someone else now.

I don't mean to sound cold really.

She had some redeeming qualities,

but she's not the kind of girl
you could take home for dinner.

She was just there for sex.

Exactly...

when I wanted it.

Did you want it last friday night?

Twice.

In the afternoon.

So I might find evidence of your semen
in the sex kit we took off the body?

Well, it depends on where you
check, but, yeah, probably.

And where were you
later, Nick, between, um,

8 p.m. and midnight?

Unfortunately, I was stuck
at 10080 Wilshire Boulevard.

The federal building?

Yeah.

On the 14th floor.

Have you ever been there?

You were with the FBI?

From 7 p.m.till 5:00 in the morning.

Well, that really sucks.

Fritz?

Yeah, I'm a little early.

Just-just one second. Ok? Um...

One second.

Gosh, you are really early.

I'm sure you look terrific.

Oh, no, it's not that. I just, um...

I just got home...

So...

late.

How was your day?

It was ok.

Good.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Just one second.

Almost ready.

Just one second.

Ok!

- Hi!
- Hey.

Sorry about that.

Come on in.

Whoops.

Oop. Gotta find a place for those.

How about your own house?

Well, I don't even know where I want
to live yet. I mean, L.A.'s so big.

Well, if you see somethin' you like, you should
snap it up because the market's hot here.

Good stuff doesn't stay
on the shelf very long.

Yeah, well...

I just don't wanna move too fast.

I mean, you know, it's a big decision.

Yes, it is.

Well, you know...

if you're comfortable here...

So...

- you want the good news or bad news?
- Good news.

I got us a table on a patio.

Oh, good!

Bad news is, your
guy's tellin' the truth.

Nick Koslov was in FBI
custody from 6:30 to 5 a.m.

I was in bed by 9:00 on friday.

Is there an aspirin
around here somewhere?

I had to be at work at 5:00 on saturday,

so friday's tough for me.

Can someone verify that?

Just my dog. Other than that-

Did you know that you
were Zoya's first customer?

Her name is Zoya?

Not to burden you with
too much information

about the woman you were having
sex with on a regular basis,

but, yes, her name was Zoya Petrovna.

She was an immigrant from Russia.

And when she started keeping
records around january 2nd,

you're listed as her first John.

Really?

What's the significance of that?

Because last thursday, the
day before Zoya was murdered,

Mr. Booth was also the last
appointment on the calendar,

which makes him her alpha and omega-

the beginning and the end.

- Coincidence.
- Excuse me.

Are you acting as his defense counsel?

He doesn't need a lawyer, Brenda.

Then he's perfectly capable of
answering these questions on his own.

So. You saw Zoya 3, 4 times a week?

Was she that good?

I like certain things.

How'd you meet her?

Ad in the L.A. weekly.

She didn't have an ad in the
L.A. weekly. She had a web page.

Your friend is lyin'.

Come on. That... that's an
easy thing to get mixed up.

So. You like "certain things",
and these things cost money...

around $500 an hour.

So you were shellin'
out about $2, 000 a week

On a federal salary?

Do I have to answer that?

Ok. That's enough.

Thank you so much, Mr. Booth.

We'll meet again under
more formal circumstances.

I'll see you later.

All right, so the guy's a bit of a mess.

But you didn't have to swipe the cup.
He would've given you a DNA sample.

And you're wasting your
time. Danny's innocent.

Well, I don't know if he killed her
yet, but he's certainly not innocent.

Hey, guys lie,

especially about hookers.

Zoya Petrovna, Will.

Zoya Petrovna.

She had a name. She was 18 years old,

practically a child.

And she came here from Russia on a visa.

And where's your friend work?

Immigration and customs enforcement.

Last night you were hot on Nick
Koslov. What happened to him?

During the time of the
crime, he was with the FBI.

They've confirmed that.

Why'd the FBI get back to you so fast?

I'm still waiting to hear
back on Oswald and Kennedy.

What do we have on the phone dump?

Uh... she talked to 3
people almost every day.

Nick Koslov, Nadia Orwell...

and a cat psychic named madame Lulu.

Any calls to Ossie E. or Danny booth?

Mmm... no, nothing.

Lt. Provenza, I want a full background
check on this customs officer at L.A.X.

financial, criminal, and public.

And pay special
attention to the fianc�e-

where and what she was doin'
at the time of the crime.

Find me Nadia Orwell.
The quicker, the better.

And take this cup and the soda
can Nick Koslov was drinkin' out of

and rush them to the DNA lab.

I know. It's an extra $2, 000.

I'll deal with it. Gabe-

Where's sgt. Gabriel?

Ok, let's see.

Here we go.

Russian prostitutes...

and we'll add some of the
breakaway soviet republics as well.

What's the M.O.?

A 6-inch serrated blade in the back.

Stab wounds.

Well, let's see how
this new program works.

Ready to spin the wheel?

Go for it, Franny.

You want my homicide analyst,
your boss is supposed to ask.

Ah. Hey, captain. I... only
need Franny for 10 minutes, tops.

Well, I'm not sure if, uh,

Franny's work is up to miss
Atlanta's exacting standards.

Uh, frankly, sir, miss
Atlanta doesn't know I'm here.

Really!

I hear she likes Pope's friend
from this russian hooker.

Well, I'm tryin' to clear him.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Good. Keep at it.

Jackpot! Here we go, sarge.

Another russian prostitute.

Multiple knife wounds in the back.

Found about 6 months ago.

Bingo.

Doesn't get any closer that that.

I should be in Vegas this morning.

Yes, you should be.

Say, captain, you're
the expert on Koslov.

You hear anything that
might help me out with this?

Run along, now, Gabriel.

Your boss needs me,
she knows where I am.

Hey, Fritz. It's me.

Uh, Brenda.

Uh, just wanted to, uh...

call and say, uh...

thank you for dinner last night.

And, uh...

See? I can call when it
has nothin' to do with work.

And, um... I had a
really nice time, too.

And I just wanted to, you know, call you

and tell you that. So, ok, thanks again,

and I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Um... and have a good
day, now. Bye-bye.

Nadia Orwell?

Deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, LAPD.

I need to talk to you
about Zoya Petrovna.

I do not know this Zoya.

Really? She calls you almost every day.

When was the last time you spoke to her?

I have american husband
now. We have money.

We pay tax. My baby's...

But you used to work for
Nick Koslov. Isn't that right?

Don't you think it's strange that you
haven't heard from Zoya since last friday?

I do not know this Zoya!

Can you help me? Please?

Did you care about her at all, Nadia?

Did she mean anything to you?

Can you help me?

Please? Can you help me?

I had tried to tell her is
more bad than we thought,

but Zoya come anyway.

We all come anyway.

How do you get in?

Is arranged.

Passport and visa come in
mail with tickets to L.A.

We get off plane, show
up for man in airport,

um... what is it...

uh, customs.

Did one of these men
stamp your passport?

Sick pig.

We all have to date him.

Zoya his favorite.

She look young, you know?

To him, she was like a drug.

Do you think he could've killed her?

Any drug can make you crazy.

What about this man?

He no do nothing. Just...

smell feet.

And Nick Koslov?

He was your boss, right?

Nick?

His father's a scary guy.

Nothing you say will go
anywhere. I-I promise that.

I'm just tryin' to find out the truth.

I just want to find out
what happened to Zoya.

Nick like her.

Took her to a party.
Put her in nice house.

Zoya happy at first.

What happened?

She want husband like I get.
Want to become american. Ok?

One day she call, tells
me she coming up with baby.

Next day she cry.

Nick hit her. Says she
have baby, he send her home.

Was she planning on leaving him?

She cannot leave.

Nick keep our passports until
we have money to get them back.

Always is more money than they say.

You got out, though.

If you give them 3
others, they let you go.

And you let Zoya come...

knowin' what was gonna happen to her.

I betray her.

Yes.

I try to get her to change
mind before she leave.

I tell her not to come.
I tell her... more bad.

I- I
tell-

Chief, look what I found.

Unsolved brentwood homicide
from november 6, '04.

Vanya Kastanka, 19, multiple
stab wounds in the back.

Where's the M.E. report?

It wasn't with the file.

Ok, entered the U.S. at Lax
on 9-19-04 on a visitor's visa.

She paid her rent on time, in cash,

and had unclaimed property
worth several thousand dollars.

Booth can't afford these things.

On his salary, but I'm thinking
he might do some moonlighting.

Oh, no.

Oh, I do not feel good about this.

Deputy chief Johnson, sergeant Gabriel,

this is Bill Blackburn and
Steven Sims from the FBI.

Pleased, gentlemen. To what
do I owe this privilege?

I'm afraid we have a little overlap
issue in the Zoya Petrovna murder.

Oh, really? What's that?

Can't say any more than that.

National security. Sorry.

But if you give us your files in
this case, we'd greatly appreciate it.

I had nothing to do with this.

Just a lucky break for your
friend Danny Booth, I guess.

You know what, think what you want, ok?

I don't control the FBI.

Look at 'em.

Smug bastards taking all our stuff.

Not all, sergeant Gabriel.

Although I do find it interesting
how an 18-year-old russian hooker

suddenly becomes a vital concern
of our national security apparatus.

Who are we to question the FBI?

They asked for Zoya, Zoya they get.

They didn't, however,
ask for Vanya Kastanka,

and suddenly I find I got
all this time on my hands.

How many of these unmarked
graves are you gonna dig up?

As many as necessary.

Are you ever gonna answer that?

It's Pope. If I answer it,
he'll tell me to come back

and I have no intention of doing that.

I know this is unsettling, father.

No, no. It's my fault.

We bury too many russian girls here.

Drugs, aids, suicide.

It's too much liberty,
too fast, I think.

I must start a fund for head stones.

How do they get here?

Why do they come?

I cry for them, but I
don't know who they are.

Ah, here she is.

This is the girl you were
looking for, isn't it?

Yeah, it's her.

I meant to put a little
special marker on her grave,

but I never got around to it.

Special marker? Why?

Because she was pregnant.

She always sits at the back
row, usually with a man.

One day she stopped
me after the service,

when the man wasn't there,

told me she was pregnant,

but was afraid to have the baby.

Maybe I gave her the wrong advice.

The man she was with,

you recognize either of these gentlemen?

Yes, him.

He was very, very tall.

Where were you november 6, 2004?

That was 6 months ago.

Wait. Um...

november 6,

that's the day before
my mother's birthday.

I was in the hospital.

Glendale Memorial.

Appendectomy the day
before. Check it out.

I'll take your word for it.

I don't think you killed Vanya Kastanka.

Vanya...?

Although I'm sure you slept with her as
you do all the young girls from Russia

whose passports you
stamp, visas you approve.

Isn't that right, Mr. Booth?

Along with the money that
the russian mob pays you,

don't you also have your
choice of all the young ladies

that you can legally
allow into this country?

Oh, god.

Oh, god. You know what? I'd might, uh...

I might need an attorney.

Oh, no, no, no. You
don't need an attorney

because if you get an attorney, I
plan to sit down with your fianc�e

and have a nice, long chat with her about
what you've been doing with your penis.

You'd do that? You would
drag Ellen into this?

Oh, I'd do that. I do that
and so much more than all that.

Yeah, I'd hold off on that
deposit for the caterers, too, man,

because to be honest with
you, I'm just not seeing it.

Your wedding.

It's just not clear to me.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to call the FBI

and make an appointment to talk to them

to tell them what you
do for the Koslovs.

What?!

I can't do that.

I can't talk to them.

I didn't ask you to talk to 'em.

I asked you to make an
appointment to talk to 'em.

Special agents Steven
Sims and Bill Blackburn.

Thank you.

Hi, y'all. Remember me?

Chief Johnson, sure.

What can we do for you?

Mind if I come in?

Actually, we have an appointment.

Danny Booth sends his regrets.

May I sit down?

Thank you.

I found another case that
might interest you gentlemen.

Another murder,

Vanya Kastanka,

also a russian immigrant, also a hooker,

also stabbed in the back
with a 6-inch serrated blade.

Also in what I can only describe
as an alarming coincidence,

dating Nick Koslov.

In fact, DNA samples
show that she was pregnant

with his baby at the time
that she was murdered.

Isn't that amazing?

And I began to wonder if
you two might also have known

where Nick was when Vanya
got a knife in the back?

We've had him under surveillance
for a year and a half.

We might be able to save you some time.

What's the date of death?

September 6, 2004, 5:00 to 9:00 p.m.

He had the flu. He was home sick.

September 6. It's right here.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I say september 6?

I meant october 6 between 8:00 in
the morning and 2:00 in the afternoon.

He was in Vegas, Caesars Palace.

And if I picked another
date and another time?

We'll have been watching him then, too.

Ok?

Is it clear to you now?

And what about the next time he
brutally murders a teenage girl?

I said arrest Nick Koslov, but
make sure he's with his father.

And sergeant Gabriel, ask captain
Taylor for his help, please? Thank you!

Brenda, wait!

We should not be talking right now.

Why not?

Were you lying to me when you
said that Nick was in FBI custody?

I told you what they told me.

Look, Brenda, this is a
giant rico investigation.

Ivan Koslov owns a drug smuggling
empire worth billions of dollars.

I know it's hard, but you
got to see the big picture.

I used to paint the big picture, ok?

I know what's going on here.

Nick was never in FBI custody.

Your friends flipped him so
he turned against his father

which is why they've given him an alibi.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that letting
people kill teenage girls

because they got good
connections to the mob is wrong,

I want you to say that in America
we are all equal under the law,

and I want you to say that you think what's
going on here is morally reprehensible.

Brenda, what is going on
here is morally reprehensible.

Thank god for that.

But it doesn't matter what I think,

it doesn't matter what you think,
because this is what's happening.

They're gonna stand by their story.

Well, I certainly hope they do because
that's how I plan to close my case.

I hope you're not mad at me tomorrow.

Brenda, what is it the
FBI calling me about?

Will, I was just about to come see you,

but first I can help
your friend Danny Booth.

Forget him.

Sex with a hooker is one
thing, but this other stuff,

I'll turn him in to the feds myself.

Just tell me why they're calling me?

I had Nick Koslov arrested for murder.

He's in one of the interview
rooms right now, sir.

Brenda, you can't do that.

One minute. Just hold on.

And he's got his attorney with him?

Oh, yes.

Andy Osterman, one of the
top mob attorneys in the city.

I don't know why you
wanted it that way, man.

He'll never let Nick talk to you.

Oh, god.

One minute. Just hold on.

I'll explain this.

Captain Taylor, I'd really appreciate anything
you can tell me about Nicholas Koslov,

especially in regards to his
relationship with his family.

Um, all right. Sure.

Nick is from the wrong
side of the sheets.

Son of his father's second
mistress, an american girl,

I forget her name.

A pro.

She went missing when
he was about 4 years old.

What else might help you here?

All right, he's not
very high up the ladder.

His legitimate brothers get most of the
bigger responsibilities and the money,

Nick just manages the ladies.

He's the family pimp.

If that helps.

Yes, it explains a few things.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Why don't you ever just call me and say

I'm gonna be running around today

and while I'm out, I
might be ruining your life.

This is an FBI case, Brenda. What
do you expect me to say to them?

Just keep them off my back for 5
minutes. Please, just 5 minutes.

I promise I'm not gonna arrest him,
I'm just gonna ask him a few questions.

5 minutes. Pretty please?

Ok, but if you see black helicopters
circling the building, wrap it up.

Good evening, Mr. Osterman.

Deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson.

Hello, Nick.

You always jerk people out of
family dinners in handcuffs?

You sent Mr. Koslov's uncle to
the hospital with chest pains.

Not a good beginning
to our relationship.

Oh, this isn't the beginning
of Nick's and my relationship.

We're old friends now, aren't we, Nick?

How so?

I talked to him a few days ago

about the murder of Zoya Petrovna.

Without an attorney?

Offered and declined.

What are you, stupid?
Why didn't you call me?

I didn't do it, that's
why. It wasn't a big deal.

You know what, this isn't
about breaking the alibi, guys.

That's a good thing because
it's not gonna happen.

I've got something new to talk about.

Do you recognize this woman?

Don't answer that.

I'll help you, Nick. Her
name's Vanya Kastanka,

also a prostitute with
whom you were familiar,

also stabbed in the back with
the same knife used to kill Zoya.

We freely stipulate Nick's
attraction to young whores.

This particular whore
might be more interesting

than the others being
that DNA test prove

that she was the mother
of Nick's unborn child.

So he knocked up a whore.

It happens.

Yes, it does.

In fact, that's how little
Nicholas entered the world.

Isn't that so?

Nothing can change that, can it?

You'll never be part
of the family, will you?

Your brothers will always come first,

and when your father dies, you may
be cut out of the business altogether.

Tell me, Nick,

did what happened to your mom
when you were a little boy,

did that make you think
whores were disposable?

Enough with the armchair
psychology, Ms. Johnson.

If you have any evidence,
we would like to hear it.

If not, we will wait for a
judge to throw this out of court.

Fine.

Since Nick here won't
tell me where he really was

during the time of
Zoya and Vanya's murder,

perhaps, Mr. Osterman, you
can tell me where you were?

What does where I was
have to do with anything?

Well, your Nick's
criminal attorney, right,

for his whole family?

Yeah, I am. So?

So you were with him last friday when
he was being questioned by the FBI?

From...

Yeah, from...

7:00 p.m. until 5:00 in the morning.

Weren't you?

Because I can't imagine
that the FBI would arrest

and question a criminal
suspect for 10 hours

without his attorney present,

or that that Nick wouldn't have called
for you under those circumstances.

And since the FBI provides your client
with an alibi for both murders incidentally,

my only hope of getting
this case in front of a jury

is if I can prove that Nick was not in
federal custody at the time of Zoya's murder.

So can you help me with that?

No.

No, I don't think so. No.

Well, I tried.

You're free to go, Nick. Thank you.

Come on, Nicky. Time to go home.

This is it, Nick.

There's nothing more to do.

No, you wait.

- I want to confess.
- No.

- I want to confess.
- No, you're coming home-

Get off of me!

I want to confess! I want to confess!

Get in there! Get in there!

Go! Go!

I confess! I confess!

- Help!
- I confess!

I confess!

Don't do this!

No, get off of me!

I'll tell you everything!

I killed 'em both.

I used the same knife.

I was with him. He was
being questioned by the feds.

Help me.

Help me, please. You gotta help me.

I'd love to help you, Nick, but
I can't break your alibi, see?

And I just don't know who the
jury will believe, you or the FBI.

I ought to kill you,
too, you damn whore.

Escort him out of the building, please.

Don't let them do this.
Don't let them do this!

Please, I beg you! Damn it!

I say we call Sims and
Blackburn at the FBI.

Let them know we just
released Nick and, oh,

you call 'em in about 3 hours.

3 hours, he'll be dead.

Uh-uh. He'll be buried in 3 hours.

He'll be dead when he
leaves the building.

Brenda...

what did you just do?

- Hi.
- Hey.

Come in.

So,

this is the place you're
thinking of buying?

Yeah, it's going at a reduced rate.

Probably 'cause of the murder, I guess.

The owners are desperate
to get rid of it

and it comes furnished, too.

Not exactly my style, but
I can move in next week.

It's nice.

It's close to work.

It's nice.

So, I'm sure you heard Nick Koslov
was found murdered last night.

Had his throat slit.

So, the world is short
another budding serial killer.

And the Koslov empire remains standing.

Not exactly.

Meet Danny Booth,

an immigration and
customs enforcement agent

that your friends can
use to replace Nick.

He'll make a deal and he
needs protective custody.

From the Koslovs?

Yeah, and his fianc�e.

Look, it wasn't my job
to protect Nick Koslov.

It was my job to seek
justice for those victims,

the teenage girls.

You know what,

maybe we shouldn't talk
about work for a while.

Ok.

What do you want to talk about?

I'll let you know, Brenda.

You mind if I take that?

No. No.

Damn!

The pound was supposed to pick him up.

That's what I love about you, Brenda.

That sentimental heart of yours.

Oh, all right. All right.

She must have left some food
around here for you somewhere.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Yeah.

Come on,

you can trust me.

You can trust me.

Come on.

Gotcha!