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God, I'd love to go for seconds.

- Didn't I tell you?
- Awesome.

Pete here is my advance guy. For once,
the merchandise lived up to the hype.

So how about another double
on Friday?

My schedule's crazy, but call me.

Let's book.
I got an appointment downtown.

See you later.

- Where you off to?
- Nowhere special.

- You're very late.
- That's why I'm rushing.

On the rent.

- I don't wanna ask you again.
- I'll get it to you soon.

- I'm good for it.
- You know I've been good to you.

- Better than a lot of landlords would be.
- I do, and I appreciate it, really.

I gotta go.
Guy gets crazy if I keep him waiting.

Hey, hey, hey.
You can take five minutes.

Not now. Tomorrow, I promise.

Yeah, all right, I'm holding you to it.

- Excuse me for a sec.
- Should set up a log.

Hey, over here. Let me help.

- I got it.
- Here, here.

- I got it, I'm fine.
- Okay, just trying to help.

I know, I'm just tired of people
treating me with kid gloves.

Right.

So who is she?

Dina Kingston, 20 years old,
no record of employment.

Last seen at her apartment
two days ago. The landlord called it in.

- Wait there.
- There, did you see that?

Even rookies are treating me
like a geezer from Boca.

He's a boy scout.

- He was being polite.
- Yeah, right.

Listen, this is gonna take time, okay?

Why don't you
just stop trying to fight it?

Does that advice come with a cookie?

I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that.

No, I didn't.

Yeah.

So I stop by her apartment the next day,
she wasn't there.

Why does that set off an alarm?

Well, nobody's seen her in a couple days.
And she owes me rent.

- We're not a collection agency, Mr. Patel.
- She should be here.

She works mostly out of the house.
You know, male guests.

So she's a prostitute.

Yeah. And she was on her way out
to see a john.

Seemed antsy.
Thought maybe something happened.

Does she have a pimp?

- Never saw one.
- Are you her pimp?

- Kidding me?
- You seem very concerned.

Yeah. I want my rent, all right?

And if she's not coming back,
I need to turn the apartment.

First things first. Where were you
the night she disappeared?

Forced to spend time with my wife.

Yeah, we'll go ahead and
take it from here.

Somebody was searching
for something.

Yeah. And the question is what.

Maybe the client Dina was going to see
wanted something that she had.

Things went south, they grabbed their
keys, came back here to look for it.

Or maybe they were looking for this.

What do you think?

Her little black book?

I'm sorry, ma'am,
I'm afraid this isn't a joke.

Okay... Okay, well, please don't yell
at me. I'm not yelling at you.

Well, I'm sorry that your husband's
a lying ball of crap.

Danny Taylor, FBI.
Please have him call me, okay?

Thank you.

Hell hath no fury like
the wife of a john.

- Are you telling me?
- She's got a lot of clients, huh?

These numbers are just off
her phone records.

Oh, hooray for cell phones.

I mean, other than this,
she'd be pretty much off the grid.

No credit card, no tax returns,
no next of kin that's come forward.

The techs have the burned book,
right?

They're trying to see
if they can salvage anything.

- Who'd burn a hooker's black book?
- A client who's got something to hide.

But why burn it? Why not just take it?

Well, luckily for us, criminals
are not usually rocket scientists.

Where's the rookie?

Probably getting the Jack special.

The hours are long.
Despite renewed family values...

...families are churning out
record numbers of runaways.

There's a lot to learn. In a couple
of years, you'll hit your stride.

What do you mean a couple of years?
I thought this was just another TD Y...

...that I was gonna be rotating
in 90 days.

This is a permanent assignment.

- You got other plans?
- Yes, I was hoping for white-collar.

I was hoping for eggs and bacon
for breakfast, but my cholesterol's 253.

Look, if it's any consolation, my first
choice went to counter-terrorism.

We're gonna be stuck
with each other for a while.

It would seem that way, yes.

Spade and Fitzgerald
are over at Dina Kingston's.

Why don't you...?
Why don't you join them there?

Of course. Let me ask you something.

I was wondering, since
I'm the new kid at the playground...

...do you have any word of advice?
- Only the obvious.

Do your job, don't throw sand.

Excellent.

- Agent Delgado.
- Yeah.

Little light reading.

- Thanks.
- The...

The whole pile.

- Hi. Vivian Johnson.
- Elena Delgado.

Yeah,
Jack told us you'd be joining us.

- N.Y.P.D. Vice, right?
- That and Decoy, five years.

That Forms manual
is just gonna gather dust.

Okay, well, thanks. I don't need it.

This is Danny Taylor.

Elena.

- Well, I have to go.
- So nice meeting you.

- Yeah, welcome.
- Thank you.

Well, I think she's healthy because I'm
not seeing anything for STDs in here.

- Maybe not so healthy.
- What do you got, drugs?

The remnants of.

- Coke? Heroin?
- I don't know.

By these white chunks,
I would say maybe oxycodone.

- Yeah.
- Self-medication.

A lot of working girls do it.
Takes the edge off the work.

Elena Delgado.

Samantha Spade. Hi.
We've been expecting you.

Yeah, nice meeting you.

And you must be Martin Fitzgerald?

- Cane give me away?
- It did.

So how much has Jack told you?

Just what you knew an hour ago,
so just keep going. I'll catch up.

- Great.
- Well, she was frugal, some hotel soaps.

Clairborne, Downtown Westsider,
the Mercury Plaza.

All of these are local hotels.

So she brings clients here
and then does outcalls in nearby hotels.

If these are her regular places...

...she could have headed to one
when she disappeared.

Right. Okay, why don't you come with
me and we'll go check these places out?

Oh, don't wait for me.

I was told to stay put
in case any dangerous johns show up.

Well, nice meeting you.

We looked through Dina's
phone records, Mr. West.

You called her every Friday
for the last six months.

Then this Friday, nothing.
What happened?

- I'd had enough, that's all.
- Did you have a little falling out?

- You could say that.
- When?

- Couple of weeks ago.
- Tell us about it.

She went all nut-job on me.

Hi, baby.

Oh, gosh, sweetie.
Did Daddy forget your bedtime story?

You know what,
I'll tell you an extra long one.

Yeah. It'll have dragons
and a butterfly.

Give me about 20 minutes.
Daddy loves you too.

Did you just answer
a call from your daughter?

Yeah, so?

No. No, I can't do this.

- You gotta get out.
- You're kidding me, right?

Just get dressed and get the hell out!

Or what?
You're gonna call tough-guy Bobby?

Listen, I paid my money.

I want my happy ending.

And what do you suppose got to her?
I mean, besides your piggish behavior.

Beats me. We finished, I left,
never called her again.

- Who's Bobby?
- Her pimp.

She said he was nearby,
would bust my head if I got out of line.

When I started with her, she used to call,
let him know she was with somebody.

And you never met him before?

He wasn't the one
I was paying to see.

First we're hearing
about her having a pimp.

Well, a pimp would have a key.

He'd know which john
she was headed to that day.

There's a few Roberts in her phone
records. I'll run them down.

I'll call Sam and see if he hung out
at one of those hotels.

Okay.

All right, let's split up
and talk to the waitresses, okay?

Teddy, come here.

I'm Rosa. I'm good friends with Dina.

And she told me
that you could help me.

To make some friends.

- New in town?
- If that's what they like.

So come on,
I'll make it worth your while. Talk to me.

- What do we do, how do we...?
- Hi.

Hey. This is Chloe
and she's my friend.

And she just came from Pittsburgh.

- Hi.
- Pretty.

Yeah, beautiful.
And she'll do anything you like.

Yeah, we... we also work together...

...if you'd be interested.

I'm sure I would.

Good. Okay, very nice.

So how do we do it?

Keep a low profile.

People come to me,
I refer you over to them.

What's your take?

Like any service,
15 percent is nice, 20 percent is better.

Teddy?

FBI.

- Damn.
- Yeah.

- Yup, sorry.
- Listen, we're not here to bust you...

- Though we could.
- Here's the thing.

We wanna know the last time you saw
Dina Kingston. When was she in here?

- She's been coming in a lot lately.
- More than usual?

Way more.

I'm serious.
Anything you've got, you send my way.

Why, so you can tell me no?

All you'll hear from me for
the next two weeks is yes.

Guy wants to use a riding crop,
put a bit in your mouth...

- I'm game if he's got the extra cash.
- You're serious.

Leather, showers, threesomes,
anything.

Kink's not your usual style.

If they're looking to pay for something
extra, I'll make them extra happy.

- And this was when?
- Couple weeks ago.

We were knee-deep
with bad-tipping software geeks.

Two weeks ago,
she's suddenly hurting for cash.

That's how I read it.

Did you ever see her with a pimp,
a guy named Bobby?

Never saw her with any guys
other than the johns I referred.

- What about girls?
- Only girl I saw her with was Niki Tyler.

This time of day, you'd catch her at the
backroom of Sally's Massage Parlor.

- Forty-seventh and Tenth.
- Thanks, Teddy.

We'll be back.

Not a bad play. Next time,
give me a little heads-up, okay?

You were really fast on your feet.

Niki Tyler?
We're looking for Niki Tyler.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.
We're with the FBI, okay?

Great, federal beef.
That relaxes me immediately.

We're not here for you.
Dina Kingston's missing.

- We wanna ask you a few questions.
- Why come to me?

- Have you seen her recently?
- No.

Anyone threatening her?
Pressing her for cash?

I'm not her banker.
How the hell should I know?

- Hey, leave her alone!
- Back off!

You want me to let go,
answer the question.

Lose the attitude. Turn around,
turn around and speak.

Come on.

Come on.

I know she was definitely
looking to trick more.

- She say why?
- No.

All started a couple weeks ago.

She was pretty messed up.

Dina.

What's wrong with you?
Didn't you hear the buzzer?

Dina?

Oh, my God.

Honey, what did you do?

I can't take it, Nick.

I just messed up so bad.

Come on. Get your arm up.

Honey, listen to me.

What he's asking,
it's too much and...

He who?
Who's asking you to do what?

I can't even kill myself right.

- Stopped the bleeding, I put her to bed.
- You don't know who's threatening her?

- Was it her pimp?
- She doesn't have a pimp.

Okay, was it a drug dealer,
loan shark?

- I really don't know.
- How about the way back to Rikers?

Do you know that? Because I know
this violates your parole.

You wanna book me, book me.
I got nothing else to say.

- What the hell was that?
- You took good cop, I played bad.

- You're not a cop anymore.
- She was giving us attitude.

- I don't like it.
- Guess what.

Sometimes you take a little attitude
to get the information.

Let me tell you something. This is not
about proving yourself on the street.

This is about finding
a missing person alive. You got it?

- You put a tail on Niki?
- Yeah.

We're running loan sharks, dealers,
and we're still on this Bobby guy.

Those guys after her doesn't explain
why the black book was burned.

Well,
unless her pimp covered her tab...

...burned her black book
so she can't work independently.

Or had her stashed in a 24/7 stable
until she paid off her debt.

All right then.

Agent Delgado.

Could I speak to you
for a moment, please?

Yes, sir?

Do I detect a minority report?

I'm just following Agent Spade's lead.

If it were your case? Hypothetical.

In my experience, sir, hooker stories
don't have a happy ending.

I would mark it a cold
and then move on.

- That's a strong point of view.
- It is.

That caution
you asked me about earlier.

Experience is great.
Use it. Don't let it use you.

You can go.

- Hi.
- You're the five-0 looking for Dina.

No, no, not police. FBI. Come on in.

You know Dina?

I just know her name
from the mailbox.

Right. What's your name?

- Barbara.
- That's a nice name.

Aren't you out a little bit too late?

- I was looking for you.
- Oh, you were.

After Dina left, I saw this guy
trying to break into her apartment.

With this. It broke in the doorjamb.

It's only part of a name
and some of the numbers.

Don't know if
you can find somebody with that.

No, no, this is great.
I'm sure we can figure it out.

I gotta thank you, Luther,
for leaving your credit card behind.

It's extremely helpful to us.

Wanna tell us what you were doing
breaking into Dina's apartment?

- Just wanted to get in for a few minutes.
- To do what?

I gave Dina my business card.

Now, it was stupid of me to try to break
in, but I just wanted to get it back.

Do you usually give your business card
to prostitutes?

No.

But she seemed so desperate.

So those stores you buy for,
they must hire a lot of people, right?

- Like secretaries and stuff?
- Yeah, sure.

Because I really need a straight job.

I thought maybe
you could recommend me.

I'm good on the phone.
I took these three typing courses.

That's good.
Do you have a high school diploma?

I dropped out 10th grade.

Well... Hey, hold on a minute.

Here, you get your GED,
go ahead and look me up.

How'd you get in this kind of work
in the first place?

Try getting laid off
from two jobs in six weeks.

Then your asshole boyfriend says
he's gonna help out...

...by bringing
some doggy friends around.

Next thing I know, my mother's
throwing me out of the house.

At 17, making a bunch of money
fast seemed like a good plan.

I should shut up.
You didn't come to hear my life story.

Hey, hey, hey.
Your hands are shaking.

I'm sorry.

You know,
we don't have to do this, you know.

I can go. You don't look so good.

No. No, stay.

It'll be good, I promise.

Look, my business card has
the company's address on it.

I sure don't want someone like that
turning up there.

Well, either he's really stupid
or he's lying or both.

If he is telling the truth, the shakes
could mean she was detoxing.

That might explain
the empty drug stash.

Which also fits with
why she was looking for a real job.

She was trying to go straight,
but build up a nest egg before she left.

All by turning more tricks,
taking more chances.

- That's a pretty risky exit plan.
- I'll go ahead and check out his alibi.

I'll run down his credit cards. Let's try
and keep him here as long as we can.

Yoga?

It's about as close as
I'm ever gonna get.

Anything from Tech
on the black book?

No, nothing yet.

But I checked the rehabs
in Dina's area.

She didn't check in, but I found one
that had an application from her.

- And?
- I found her mother.

She was emergency contact
on the form.

- You talk to her?
- No, she's in Mount Adams Hospital.

Kidney failure two weeks ago.

She needs the extra money
to pay for the hospital bills.

She's in surgery.
I'll talk to her as soon as she's out.

Okay, great.

No, she wasn't doing nothing
to pay for me. I got insurance.

- Did she ever come to see you?
- Yeah.

First time I'd seen her in three
or four months.

- And how was she?
- She was upset.

About me
and what it meant for Kelly.

- Kelly?
- My granddaughter.

So, Dina has a daughter?

She gave birth to a child,
played Mommy for a while.

And the day-to-day responsibility
got too much.

So you're the one
that takes care of Kelly?

Till now. I can't do it no more.
That's what she was fretting about.

Two weeks from now,
I go to court, sign away custody.

Social Services will find her a home.

They got her someplace
temporary now.

What are you saying, Ma?

I can't take care of her like this.

Why didn't you tell me?
I can take her.

Who are you kidding, Dina?

What are you gonna do in a couple
weeks you couldn't do all this time?

I could raise some money.

I sent you some before.
I sent you some every week.

Money's great.

But Kelly needed more than cash,
she needed her mother.

Damn it, I can do that now, I can.

You're a whore, Dina.

A junkie whore.

You think there's a social worker
in their right mind...

...who's gonna give
your daughter back to you?

Please, please, Ma,
I just need more time...

You had a year and a half to straighten
yourself out and what did you do?

I was coming back to get her.
I kept telling you that.

Yeah, you told me.
You told me a lot of things.

Damn it, Ma.
Why won't you help me?

To ruin Kelly's life?

No, honey,
she'd be better off without you.

I know what you're thinking.

But see how you'd do.

I'm cleaning houses,
a 17-year-old turning tricks, a toddler.

So when did you put Dina out?

A year and a half ago.
I couldn't take it no more.

Then Dina's trying to turn things around
so she can get her daughter back?

If she's trying to get Kelly,
then where the hell is she?

Mr. Van Etten, we're looking for
a young woman named Dina Kingston.

She has a baby daughter named Kelly.
I understand you're the caseworker.

Beautiful girl. It's a real shame,
the upheaval in her life.

Dina may have tried to contact you,
looking for her daughter.

I'm not sure "contacted" is
the right word, but, yes, she was here.

It was about two weeks ago.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Dina Kingston, I need to... I need
to know where my daughter Kelly is.

Get out of there.
Those are confidential.

- Tell me where she is.
- I'm not telling you.

- Get out before I call the police.
- Please, I can't lose her.

Just tell me how to get her back.
I'll do anything.

To get your daughter back, you'd
have to pass a drug test, for starters.

- And get a legitimate job.
- I can do that.

You'd need money for an apartment.

An appropriate place,
not where you've been turning tricks.

How much?

Five or 6000 would go a long way
toward demonstrating financial stability.

Five thousand?

Do you love your daughter?

There's not a day that goes by...

...I don't think about how
I'm gonna make this all up to her.

- Did you ever hear from her again?
- No.

Is it possible that Dina got the file
from somebody else?

Anything's possible.
I can certainly check.

That would be great. Thank you.

You know, you don't have to be silent.
You're allowed to speak.

I thought maybe
I said enough for today.

Why do I doubt that you believe that?

Okay, so, what do we do next?

We have to find the daughter
and then see if Dina's been around.

Exactly.

- There you go, ma'am.
- Got it?

Thanks.

Is Mrs. Curdts
taking me to the park soon?

Of course she is.
She's right there. You see her?

Your foster mom is right there.

Can I ask you something? Yeah?

I'm gonna show you
a picture of a beautiful lady.

- Have you ever seen her?
- No.

- No?
- No.

Like, walking around, inside a car?

- No.
- No?

So you don't recognize her at all?

Is she the lady from Sesame Street?

No, she's not.

So let's do something. Look at her and
if you ever see her, you tell Miss Curdts.

Okay.

Okay? You're a good girl.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry this took so long.
Burn analysis takes a while.

- Just tell me you got something.
- Yeah, no, I got something.

This is a notation out of the black book
from the day after she disappeared.

- Okay? So you see next to the 3 p. M?
- "4245."

Right. I figure,
like, part of a phone number.

- Or an address.
- Yeah.

- Good work, Mac.
- Thanks.

All right, 4232, 4265.

There's no 4245, man.

- Want half?
- Not hungry. Thanks, though.

Turkey, provolone, Genoa.

Wait a second.

Bunch of calls here that Dina made
to another apartment in her building.

- Whose?
- Bobby, the pimp.

How'd you know
my nickname was Bobbie?

- A girlfriend had the same nickname.
- Wow, "girlfriend"?

You're really old-school.

Look, I figured something out.
You were Dina's backup.

You were acting as her pimp
over the phone, right?

- Now, how long has she been using you?
- She wasn't using me. It was my idea.

The johns don't need to
talk to anyone.

They just need to see Dina
calling somebody.

I said she could call me
as easy as a real pimp.

All right. Then when was
the last time you saw her?

She was back here, the day
after everyone says she went missing.

But it wasn't nothing.

She just wanted to say goodbye.

- Why burn your black book?
- I don't want anything left of this job.

- So you're really leaving?
- Never turning back.

That mean I'm never gonna
see you again?

Who else will let me
help them with math...

...at the Cuban Chinese coffee shop?
- Kelly.

Kelly's too young for prime numbers.
Or black beans.

So where you off to now?

One more thing I gotta do.

Just hope it goes okay.

Hide his pants, don't let him get
between you and the door.

Jesus. Listen to you.

I don't know what I was thinking...

...letting you do this.
- I volunteered. It's no biggie.

Yeah, it is.

You're a kid.

I never should have let you
get involved in any of it.

I'm sorry.

Forgive?

Sure.

Then she left for the hotel.

She didn't say
which hotel she went to?

No.

Sorry I couldn't help more.

No, you've been a big help.

- Delgado.
- It's Agent Fitzgerald here.

- Is Agent Spade around?
- No, I'm the only one here.

All right, look, I got something off
a kid down here.

I think Dina was headed to a hotel.

You know that number Tech gave us,
4245? I think that's a room number.

Clairborne Hotel records have you
in room 4245 two days ago...

...the exact date Dina had a notation
in her planner to be at the same hotel...

...in the same room!
- I can explain...

Why don't you sit down?

Sit! What can you explain, Luther?

You went back to her apartment
to cover up evidence?

God, I swear,
I never meant for it to happen.

- For what to happen?
- Any of it.

I was just looking
to have a good time.

I love New York.

Every week, I love New York.
It feels like twofer Tuesday.

I feel like making a Niki
and Dina sandwich.

Doesn't that sound
downright delicious?

What do you think,
shall we call room service?

Come on, girl.

The horses are leaving the stable, baby.
Let's go.

Jeez, she all right?

Dina?

- Oh, my God, Dina?
- Is she choking?

Dina? Oh, my God.

- What is it? What's happening?
- She OD'd.

Oh, my God, Dina.

- Dina!
- Damn it.

- What are you doing?
- Calling 911. We're in a hotel.

- There's gotta be a doctor in a hotel.
- She doesn't need a doctor. She's dead.

I was freaked.

I had never seen anything like that
in my life.

- Where's the body?
- I don't know.

What? I really don't know.
The other girl took care of it.

- Can't believe this is happening.
- Okay.

What are we gonna do?

Luther, listen to me.
Nobody needs to know about this, okay?

- Oh, yeah? Are you nuts?
- No, no, no. I know a guy.

- He can get rid of the body.
- Who?

It doesn't matter who!
I just... I need money. A lot of it.

- Luther!
- Why don't you give me a moment here?

You gotta get out of here now.

Here, here. No, no, I need the clip.

- Come on, come on. Do you have more?
- Here.

- Okay.
- You better be right.

It's okay.

I'll get this taken care of.

Okay,
so you gave all your cash to Niki...

...and she was supposed to take care
of the body. That was the deal?

- Yes.
- How much cash?

I had my per diem for the week,
1300 bucks.

Well, there's good news, Luther.

You're a moron.

Those girls played you. Bigtime.

Where should we start, Niki?
Fraud, theft, extortion?

- Luther's pressing charges?
- We wasted time because of you.

All you had to do was say
the whole story.

Why should I? The way you came at me.
Grabbing me, saying you'd arrest me.

- And you know what...?
- Okay, hey, hey.

We're really...
We're sorry about that, aren't we?

Okay?

So why don't we just start fresh?

Luther left, then what happened?

I waited a few moments
to be sure he was gone.

Come on, get up.
Don't spend your birthday down there.

The baking soda is disgusting.

Keep him from
giving you mouth-to-mouth.

Is foaming at the mouth even
a side effect of a drug overdose?

Who cares?

And check this out.

So you're still not gonna tell me
what it's for?

I'm afraid to say it out loud.
I might jinx it.

Come here.

Take my share. For you to come in
on this, you must be desperate.

- No, I couldn't.
- Consider it a loan.

You're sure?

Don't get sentimental on me now.

I swear that was it.

Took a shower, she made a phone call.
When I came out, she was gone.

- Who was she on the phone with?
- I don't know.

And you don't know
where she was headed?

Figured she'd take care of her business,
then I'd hear from her.

I didn't expect her to disappear.

All right, why don't you take a seat
over there and don't move, okay?

Hey. Can I have a word?

I'm thinking she was clean,
she had all the money she needed.

Next step should have been making
plans to show up for that hearing...

...and get her kid back.
- She didn't.

And nobody has heard from her.

Somebody's heard from her.

Somebody on the hotel phone, right?

Those are phone records,
Mr. Van Etten.

And in those records are a call that were
made from a hotel by Dina to this office.

Two days ago.

Now, the last time we talked, I don't
remember you telling me about a call.

Why is that?

- I forgot.
- No, Mr. Van Etten.

People forget
where they left their keys.

They forget where
they parked their car in a mall.

They don't forget conversations
they had with the FBI.

- What have I got to hide?
- Girl comes to you in need.

You leverage that need. Lo and behold,
Dina's nowhere to be found.

- Like me to tell your wife?
- You can't threaten...

Care about your marriage?
How about murder?

- Ridiculous.
- You did something to Dina.

- It's a question of time before I find...
- Okay.

She came here, but I didn't kill her.

I did everything you said,
Mr. Van Etten.

I'm totally clean. Give me any kind of
drug test you want.

And I got over 5000. Should be enough
for an apartment, with some left over.

Damn, but you're pretty.

It's the first thing I noticed about you.

Thank you.

Personally, I like telling a pretty woman
how beautiful she is.

That's nice.

But after everything I've done,
I mean, you'll help me, right?

I will.

For starters, here's the address
where your daughter is.

You can drive by,
maybe get a peek at her.

First, show me how happy
I've made you.

Look, Mr. Van Etten,
you're a nice man.

And I appreciate everything
you've done for me...

...but I don't do that anymore.

Weren't you a whore yesterday?

I was. But today, I'm not.

And I know that's silly, just one day,
but you understand.

No, I don't understand.

Mr. Van Etten, please, don't...
Don't ask me anymore!

I said no!

You've done every hairy ass on the
West Side and now you're telling me no?

I am.

I have to.

You know what?

I'm gonna tell the court you came
to my office and stole money for drugs.

You'll never see your daughter again.

She was okay when she left, I swear.

She has the address.
She'll turn up there eventually.

You better hope so.

In the meantime,
why don't you call your supervisor?

I'd like to help him
update your performance review.

The foster mom is right there.
You see? With the white on.

And the little girl on the slide,
that's Kelly.

Yeah, that's her.

- Hey, I got Dina, right over here.
- That's her?

Listen,
secure Kelly until I signal, okay?

- Dina Kingston?
- Yeah.

I'm Samantha Spade.
I'm with the FBI.

- Talked to Mr. Van Etten?
- Yeah.

What's the charge?

We're not gonna arrest you.

But we have been looking for you.

Why?

Because I know
what you were trying to do.

I know about your mother being sick,
about your daughter.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Yeah, she is.

I wanted to do all the things
a mother should do.

That's over now.

Here's what I suggest.

Keep that money. Stay clean.

Get a job, anything, waitressing,
temping.

- It doesn't matter and do it today.
- What's the point?

The point is
you have a hearing coming up.

And if you get your act together,
I will be there for you.

It's okay. Okay. Come here. It's okay.

Forgot a number that I need.

Listen, I would like to
keep our baggage out of the office.

If you know what I mean.

Sure.

Excuse me, sir.
I wanted to apologize...

...for what I said yesterday about
this place not being my first choice.

It didn't come out right and I am...
I'm really sorry.

- Okay.
- Okay.

So your first case, how was it?

You know how it is. Some things,
I would have done differently, for sure.

That's an honest assessment.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

Stop calling me sir.

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