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(Vibrates)

(Vibrates)

(Man) Da.

(Speaks Ukrainian)

Da. Spasibo.

(Thumping)

(Panting)

(Horns blare)

(Gunshots)

(Classical music playing)

♪

(Man) Dr. Murphy.

(Chuckles)
Hi. So nice to see you.

(Laughs)
(Camera shutter clicks)

- Excuse me, gentlemen.
- Oh, excuse me.

I have to, uh, cut this short.

(Chuckles) Pardon me, governor.

I wanted to introduce Kate
to the ambassador.

Ambassador Arnof,

Dr. Kate Murphy,
our chief medical examiner.

Dobryj vecer.

Medical examiner?

(Laughs)

Remind me to die in Philadelphia.

(Laughs)

- Spasibo.
- My pleasure.

Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

And I have now exhausted

the three phrases of Russian that I know.

You're doing great.

The governor loves you.

He told me you're one of
the hot "faces of Philadelphia"

he wants to put forward in order
to attract foreign investment,

which is basically as good
as an endorsement

for your congressional seat.

And I can't say I disagree with him.

You look incredible tonight.

(Chuckles)

Your wife is here, isn't she?

You know what?
I'm gonna go powder my nose.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Mm.

(Indistinct conversations)

♪

Vodka lime, please.

(Ukrainian accent) Well, there is vodka

and there is vodka.

(Cap squeaks)
(Chuckles)

This is the latter.

Mmm.

Wow.

Mm. It's honey vodka from Ukraine.

- Another.
- Oh, I shouldn't.

Ah, Hemingway said, "an intelligent man"

"must be drunk to spend time with fools."

This room is full of fools.

(Laughs)

Why is it that bartenders are
always Hemingway fans?

Ah, I'm not a fan.

- Mm.
- And I'm not a bartender.

Who are you then?

Sergei.

Kate.

Please.

(Kate) So what do you do?

I am attached to the Ukrainian attache.

Mysterious.

Let me guess. Ex-military?

I was a military brat. I grew up
around guys like you.

Well, probably not just like me.

You move around a lot as a child, yes?

Italy, Japan, two years in Berlin.

Berlin. We probably grew up

on opposite sides of the same wall.

To the walls coming down.

She was a bit of a dark soul.

Her name's Katya, like yours.

And were you in love?

I was 17. What do you think?

(Laughs)

Mm. Where'd you get the scar?

Which one?

This one.

(The Heavy's "Same Ol'" playing)

♪ It would be just like I remembered ♪

♪ when you swallowed my pride

♪ when you were talking that

♪ same ol'

♪ and kept making that

♪ same ol'

♪ and keep working that

(Pants)
♪ same ol'

♪ ol'

(Panting)
♪ fool out of me

♪ all the same ol'

♪ every day it's that same ol' ♪

♪ you keep making same ol'

♪ ol'

♪ fool out of me

♪ yeah

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(Cell phone buzzes)

(Buzz)

Da.

(Speaks Ukrainian)

Da. Da. Spasibo.

(Sets cell phone down)

(Whimpering)

Mama.

(Footsteps approach)

(Siren wailing)

(Police radio chatter)

Oh, my. What have we here?

Looks like a gothic painting
of a penitent angel.

Somebody clipped her wings.

She's got gunshot wounds
to the upper and lower back.

Rigor's set in.

She's been dead at least eight hours.

There's some kind of wound to the abdomen,

but we won't know for sure

till we get back to the lab
and break rigor.

She's so young.

Any I.D.?

Uh, no, but she's got a tattoo
on her left arm.

Could tell us something.

Looks like Russian.

There's a large contingent
of Russians a couple blocks away

at this trade gala.

Yeah. My boss is supposed to be there,

shaking hands and kissing ass.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

Oh, ho.

(Gasps)

(Ring, beep)

Kate Murphy.

What?

Yeah. I'll be there.

Bye.

(Beep)

(Sighs)

(Chuckles)

Hi.

No. Stay.

I can't. That was work.

Ah. I see.

Death does not take holidays, huh?

Sadly, no.
(Chuckles)

Um...

Could you?
(Chuckles)

Um...

for the record, I don't usually do this

this fast

or at all.
(Laughs)

Neither do I.

You are definitely an exception
to all my rules, Katya.

It's all very "From Russia
With Love," isn't it?

You know, maybe she was a spy

- and, uh, she was killed when
her cover was blown. - Ethan.

Is that a bar code?

Oh, yeah.
(Phone camera shutter clicks)

I'll run that through biometrics,

see if anything pops up.

Got a patterned abrasion here.

Mm. Looks like somebody snatched a chain

or some kind of necklace off of her.

- Any theories?
- Oh.

Other than spy?

Mm, bound wrists, two neat
bullet holes to the back...

it looks like a hit.

Mm, that abdominal wound,

from what I can tell, looks pretty brutal.

More like a crime of passion.

What's that?

Uh, this is, uh, a letter found
sewn into the hem of her dress.

Maybe it names the killer.
Let's get a translator in here.

Somebody who's not squeamish,

who can also look at these tattoos for us.

Maybe the courthouse has
somebody. I'll ask the D.A.

No way.

The last thing you want is
a courthouse translator.

What if that letter says,
"hi. I'm the mistress"

"to the Russian ambassador,"

"and he likes to choke me during sex"?

The governor could kiss
his trade bill good-bye.

Well, we certainly
wouldn't want catching a killer

to get in the way of that, would we?

Well, one of us has to keep
his priorities in order.

Meaning?

Nice vanishing act last night.

Yeah. Sorry. I had a headache
so I went home early.

Sorry I can't help with the translator.

Just make sure whoever you use...

should know a little
something about discretion.

So we ran that bar code on her neck.

It's a mark some pimps use
to brand their merchandise.

She's a prostitute?

As soon as I'm done breaking
rigor, we can get started.

Sergei, this is Dr. Megan Hunt.

Detectives Tommy Sullivan and Adam Lucas.

There is Sergei Damanov.

He's a attache with
the Ukrainian consulate.

He's agreed to help us
with the translation.

What can I do to help?

♪

Body Of Proof 3x06 - Fallen Angel
Original air date March 26, 2013

Sync and corrections by atrn97g
for www.addic7ed.com

It's not Russian.
It's Ukrainian. Uh, a poem.

"The sinner in me suffers well in chains."

"But one caress eases this pain.
I am used to it."

"And for once, I feel loved,"

"and I am home."

I recognize this.

It's a female poet
from the Russian revolution.

It's beautiful.

Poetry, languages.

You're quite the renaissance man, Sergei.

Wherever did Kate find you?

We are new acquaintances.

You also know your way around a dead body.

- You didn't ask any questions.
- Megan.

No. That's okay.

I was a soldier,

and war teaches you to not ask
what you do not need to know.

It's never worked for me.

We were hoping she mentions
who her pimp was.

Oh, no. This is from the girl
to her mother, um,

begging for forgiveness,

wanting to come home.

She signs it "Oksana Svetlova."

I hope this helps.

Oh, yeah, it does. Thank you.

(Cell phone buzzes)
Oh.

(Buzz)

Uh, please, my apologies.

Uh, I must go,

but I can come back to translate
fully if you like.

(Kate) Thank you.

Do you know who did this to her?

No, but we will.

(Sergei) And this was a mixture of...

(Giggles)

(Sergei speaks indistinctly)

So what do we think of that guy?

- Spy.
- Definitely spy.

Very handsome.

Really? Pfft! Please.

Oh. Jealous, gentlemen?

Yeah.

- No.
- Note...

curvilinear postmortem.

Sharp-force trauma

extending just under the sternum

down the left side

to just above the pubic symphysis.

Note... presence of placental parenchyma.

This girl was pregnant?

That cut is a crude C-section,

and from the lack of tissue reaction,

I'd say it's postmortem.

Okay, so someone shot her,
waited for her to die,

cut the baby out.
Could this baby still be alive?

I'll have Ethan check the hospitals.

There's a small window of time
once the mother is dead

that the baby can survive in utero.

The baby's father could be the killer.

Trying to hide his identity
by killing his own child.

No baby, no D.N.A. evidence it's his.

Too bad he's dead wrong.

The father of the baby is our killer?

I know how to I.D. him.

You want to do what now?

Get the D.N.A. from the chorionic villi.

It's fetal in origin. It's like
having the baby right here.

Then we just match it
to the father's D.N.A.

If this fool is crazy enough
to kill a girl

and cut her baby out,

you know this isn't
his first time at the show.

He'll be in Codis.

What's Ethan doing?

Attempting to unravel
the mystery that is Oksana

via her stomach contents.

As far as last meals go,
it's... it's a weird one...

black caviar and French fries.

Weird and good.

(Imitates Russian accent)
Maybe Sergei can come,

interpret this for us as well.

(Chuckles)

Well, there is not much here.

It's a rough translation.

(Laughs)

I have often found

that people who work
in close proximity to death,

they have a more passionate take on life.

You are dangerous.

(Clears throat)

No. No. No. I am honest.

I know time is short,

and when something extraordinary
crosses your path,

you must drink deep and enjoy the taste.

(Door opens)

Oh. I'm sorry. Are we interrupting?
(Clears throat)

- We have something for you.
- What's up?

Got a match on the baby's father...

Arco Starkovich, Ukrainian-American.

Big in import-export business.

Tommy and I are heading
over there right now.

I don't suppose you'd want to go with us?

Keep me from saying
anything inappropriate?

- Nope. Thanks.
- No? Sure?

Let me know what you find out.
Better yet, text me.

- Okay?
- Bye. (Curtis speaks indistinctly)

(Chuckles)

Let's get out of here.

(Dog barking in distance)

Arco Starkovich, a moment
of your time, please.

Camille, take mama to the car.

What is this all about, Arco?

It's okay, mama. Everything is
fine. Go to the car.

My wife and I were just going to
celebrate my mother's birthday.

What's this about?

Your dead teenage girlfriend.

Look, she's not my girlfriend.

I met her at a club
about a year ago. Okay?

What club?

Club Tatyana.

Tatyana?

Tatyana caters to men
from the Czech Republic.

How'd you meet
a Ukrainian call girl there?

I was surprised to hear
a Ukrainian accent.

We started to talk.

I didn't know she was a prostitute.

I think you did more than talk.

She was pregnant with your child.

I don't know anything about that.

I, uh, broke up with her
six, seven months ago.

Or maybe you did it last night,
the hard way.

Last night? No, it wasn't me.

I have an alibi, witnesses,

the Mayor of Philadelphia.

Oh! You were at the trade gala.

Yes. I, my wife, my mother...

we sat right next to the mayor.

I made sure to stick with him
all night for publicity.

(Camera shutter clicks)

What was that for?

You want publicity?
You're gonna get publicity.

That's it. You can go.

Tell mom I said Happy Birthday.

Did you buy that?

Kate was at that gala, too.

I'm sending her Arco's picture,

asking her to check
with her P.R. contacts,

confirm his alibi.

Since when are you so big on
keeping your boss in the loop?

Since I realized it was
bugging the crap out of her.

Where to next?

Well, Starkovich said that
he met Oksana at Club Tatyana.

- I know Tatyana.
- Really?

Yeah. Let's see if we can get
a line on who her pimp was.

(Cell phone alert chimes)

Mm.

Hmm.

The girl was pregnant by this man?

Yeah.

Starkovich. Who is he?

Some rich, well-connected businessman

who thinks he can get away with it.

The rich always get away with it, Katya,

unless someone richer
doesn't wish them to.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

So your people... they think
that this Starkovich

killed the girl?

Yeah, I shouldn't really talk
about anything more.

It's still an open case.

(Laughs)

That's fine with me.

The last thing I wish to do
is talk about work.

(Laughs)

Mm?

(Cell phone buzzes)

(Laughs)

Wish denied.
(Clears throat)

(Buzz)

(Buzz)

(Buzz)

(Speaking Ukrainian)

Da. Spasibo.

Spasibo.

Who was that?

The job. Sadly, I must be the one to...

cut this evening short.

(Electronic music playing)

Adam!

You brought me a present.

Tatyana, this is Megan.

Megan, Tatyana.

Hello. It's nice to meet you.

Hi. I'm Tommy.

Uh, we were hoping we could talk.

With pleasure.

Does this girl look familiar to you?

I've never seen this girl,
but this mark I have seen.

I hope I never see it again.

I don't know who's behind it,
and I don't want to.

My girls...

they have good life.

They make good money.

Legal money.

They get nice clothes, apartment.

They meet a nice guy, maybe they get more.

But these Ukrainian girls...

the branded ones...

are stolen girls.

What do you mean "stolen"?

Girls who get snatched from some village

on the other side of the world
and dragged here.

They are kept sometimes in cages.

So we're not talking about prostitution.

- This is sex trafficking.
- Yes. They suffer

in ways you have never heard of,

then thrown away if cause trouble.

Trouble like getting pregnant?

How much?

About eight and a half months.

Hmm.

No one will let girl get
that pregnant in this business.

I'll ask around.

If any of my girls seen
your girl, I call you, yes?

Uh, one thing.

Her final meal was black caviar
and French fries.

Any ideas?

Borscht Bob's over in East Philly.

He calls that meal
the Sacred and the Profane.

(Chuckles)

Next time, come back without your friends.

♪

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Megan) Hello?

Looks like we won't be accusing
Arco Starkovich of murder.

If these photos are anything to go by,

it looks like he's the mayor's
new best friend.

Well, could he have slipped out,
killed Oksana,

and then rejoined the party?

Mm, be cutting it pretty close.

The killer would be covered in blood.

This guy doesn't have a hair out of place.

It's fine. I already have new theory.

Unfortunately, these girls are disposable.

What if a client, say Arco,

complains about a girl, and the handler

hires somebody to get rid of the problem?

Kate? Hello?

Yeah, um, yeah, I heard you.

You know what? It's... it's late.
I'll talk to you in the morning.

(Hangs up receiver)

(Knock on door)

(Knock)

- Hi. - I've been trying to
call you all morning.

I was working late.

Hmm.
(Door closes)

And exactly who is it that you work for?

(Cell phone rings)

I don't want to lie to you.

You already did.

(Ring)

(Ring)

Do you want to get that?

It might be your buddy Arco Starkovich.

What exactly am I being accused of?

The man in this picture... the one
that you pretended not to know...

is connected to the girl that
you stood over in my morgue,

the girl who's 16 and a sex slave

and pregnant and dead.

So I wanted to give you
a chance to explain

before I bring in the cops.

I can't tell you who I work for.
This is private.

But this man...

I met this man first time
at the gala. I don't know him.

Hmm. Look pretty friendly
for somebody you just met.

If someone had taken
a photo of us the same night,

- they could say the same thing.
- Not good enough.

(Groans)

I'm not lying to you.

In Ukraine, every other man,

after two drinks,
wants to be your best friend.

Why do you think I was hiding in
the back room when you met me?

Okay. If you must go to
the authorities, I understand,

but please, let me take shower.

Let me take you to lunch.
I will tell you all about

my 5-minute conversation
with Arco Starkovich.

Please.

Three hospitals had babies dropped off

on their doorsteps last night.

None of their D.N.A. matches Oksana's.

She's a baby herself.

Yeah. She's barely older than Lacey.

She had to hide a letter to her mother

in the hem of her nightgown.

Her mother doesn't even know she's dead.

No luck in finding the parents?

No.

So I was looking at the receipts

for Borscht Bob last night,

and only one person ordered
the Sacred and Profane.

It was an address about a block away,

so I thought I'd take a look.

Now the place is a dump.

It's the perfect place to hide

if you're on the run
from your pimp/abductor.

Now I thought it was
gonna be a rat's nest,

but look at this.

Looks more like a love nest.

Yeah. That's what I thought. But look.

Triple lock on the bedroom door
on the outside.

There's no phone and the windows
were all nailed shut.

It's not a love nest. It's a prison.

Somebody was keeping her inside,
under lock and key.

All right. Let's go find out
who's paying rent.

(Shower running in distance)
(Telephone rings)

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Ring)

Hello?

(Woman, Ukrainian accent)
Sorry. Wrong number.

(Line disconnects)

(Hangs up phone)

(Gasps)

Did I hear the phone ring?

Uh, it... that was my cell phone.
It was work.

I have to go.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Are we okay?

We're fine. I'll call you later.

Katya.

(Door opens and closes)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

Megan Hunt.

It's Tatyana.

I talked to some of my girls,
and they have information.

If you want to hear it,

come alone.

(Line disconnects)

♪

Now tell her what you told me.

(Czech accent) A man come to club,

uh, two weeks ago asking
for girl with this mark.

We ask him how many girl
he want with that mark.

We know at least, uh, two.

Was one of these girls Oksana?

(Czech accent) No, we do not
know this Oksana.

Two different girls with mark.

Mystery man says if we see
any girl with mark,

give them his number.

When I see marked girls two day later,

I say, "there is handsome man
looking for you."

"Will pay good money if you contact him."

Then I gave them one of his cards.

This is his card?

And they called that number?

Yes.

Then I never saw them again.

Neither of them?

Can you describe this man?

Very handsome, tall,

Russian.

No Ukrainian.

Um, with a small scar right here.

(Whirring)

(Beep)

(Knock on door)

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

How did you get past the security guard?

I did not see one.

Looks like it is just the two of us.

You look nervous.

Mm. Just a long day.

I bet.

So what are you doing here?

I leave tomorrow.

I would like to ask you to dinner.

I would have called first, but...

you dropped this in my hotel room.

Hey, buddy.

You didn't sign in.

He okay, Dr. Murphy?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's fine. Thank you.

You know what? Um...

Why don't I meet you back at the hotel?

Give me an hour or so.

I have some things to finish up here.

I'll see you in an hour.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring, beep)

Oh, my God.

Megan, I've never been so happy
to hear your voice.

According to Tatyana,
Sergei's been here two weeks.

Looking for Oksana.

Yep.

He found her the night of the gala.

And killed her after spending
the night with me.

(Scoffs)

I know how to pick 'em, don't I?

You know, I haven't even
gone near a man in months,

and the first guy I like
turns out to be a murderer.

- Maybe multiple murderer.
- What?

Sorry. Tatyana said that two
other girls with the same mark

have gone missing in the last two weeks.

- They haven't turned up here.
- No, they wouldn't.

Apparently, these people
bury their secrets

and bury them deep.

And if Sergei's the enforcer
for these sex traffickers,

then...

Yeah.

(Exhales deeply)

What am I gonna do?

Okay, I'm flattered
that I'm your go-to guy

for off-the-book advice,
but do you realize

you completely screwed us
on a key piece of evidence?

So much for a sympathetic ear.

Megan, she went to the guy's room,

took the shirt without a warrant.

It's completely inadmissible.

So she wasn't thinking clearly.

Her job is to think clearly.

Look, she should've come to us first.

This is a piece of evidence we
could've nailed this guy with,

and now it's off the table.

What if I just put it back?

What?

What if I put the shirt back?

It's not a bad idea.

I get a warrant. I call it in right now.

Meanwhile, you go back to your
room, you put the shirt back

exactly where you found it,
then you leave.

We bust in, we collect
the evidence legitimately,

Boris the butcher goes to jail.

What if the maniac already knows
his shirt's gone?

I told Kate to come to you for help,

not help in getting killed. No. No.

You do not do this. Mnh-mnh. No.

(Tommy) With this mike,
I'll be able to hear everything,

so all you have to do is go to his room,

put the shirt back,

and get the hell out. You got it?

Now if anything goes wrong,
the code is "it's getting late."

You say that, I come running.

You're not alone. I'm only two doors down.

The warrant's on the way.

Keep this in your purse.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do.

I'm heading up to his room now.

(Clears throat)

Katya.

(Under breath) Damn it.
He's in the lobby. What do I do?

(Normal voice) Hi.

I thought I was meeting you upstairs.

I know what hard time we will
have leaving the room.

So perhaps we should have dinner first.

Hmm?

I'd rather have room service.

This sounds like a good idea.

(Laughs)

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Why don't you see

if they can track down a bottle
of that honey vodka?

I will see if they have it.

Hello. This is room 5-4-9.

Yes, I would like...
(Speaks indistinctly)

Is there something else of mine
you'd like to steal?

Hmm?

It's getting late.

What?

It's getting late.

As soon as he saw the wire,

he grabbed his keys and a gun
and took off.

Adam, he's on the run.
Have them lock the hotel down.

You okay?

Yeah.

God, I'm such an idiot.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You put the shirt back.
We can use it as evidence.

They're shutting down the hotel.
Looks like he's gone.

You okay?

Whoa. Whoa. I got something here.

This guy's definitely a hit man.

This is a dossier on Oksana.

This look like a flight number to you?

Uh, let me check.

- Are there any other victims mentioned in
there? - None that I can see.

Uh-huh. There's an air Ukraine
flight nonstop to Kiev.

Departs Philly International in two hours.

Go. I'm fine. Go.

Okay. Okay. Thank you.

So nobody by the name of Sergei Damanov

has checked in yet.

(Static hisses)
(Man) Suspect spotted at arrivals,

not departures.

Okay. Copy.

Sergei Damanov. Freeze!

(Crowd screams)

Turn around.

Slowly.

Slowly.

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Adam) Drop it, Sergei!

Drop the gun! Put it down!

Put it down on the ground.

Sergei Damanov, you're under arrest

for the murder of Oksana Svetlova.

Has he said anything since
they brought him in last night?

So I did a little checking up on you.

It turns out you're a badass.

Spetsnaz, Ukrainian special forces,

you fought with the Russians
in Afghanistan,

against the Russians in Chechnya.

In Croatia, you fought
against the Serbs. Now look,

I'm not that good at geography,

but what this itinerary does tell me is

that you like to fight, you like to kill,

and you like to get paid for it.

But what I can't figure out
is how do you go

from killing bad guys to carving
up a pregnant girl

in a back alley?

Maybe you wanna tell us about
the other missing girls?

You know, the ones with
the bar code, like Oksana's.

Were you just passing the time
with a few recreational kills

until you found the girl
you really wanted?

Or did your employer
hire you to kill them, too?

Yeah. That brings up a good point.

At the airport, you were in arrivals,

not departures.

You were there to meet your employer,

weren't you?

Uh, Kate, I wouldn't...

(Slams door)

Yes, I would.

You sliced up a pregnant girl

and left her to bleed out in an alley,

and then you crawled into bed with me.

So I just have a few questions,
as you can probably imagine.

Like what kind of person
could do something

like that and why?

Tell me the truth.

Katya, I have told you all I can tell you.

(Scoffs)

So why remove her baby
and just leave her there?

What... what did you do with the baby?

Where are these other missing girls?

Mr. Damanov, you are free to go.

- Whoa. What?
- Hey. You can't do that.

There are six guys outside

from the Ukrainian consulate.

As a member of the consulate's
"technical adjunct staff,"

Sergei has full diplomatic immunity.

His limo is waiting for him downstairs

to take him to the consulate.

Speak to you in the hall?

(Exhales deeply)

What are you doing?

No. What are you doing?

What part about being discreet
didn't you get?

The Ukrainian ambassador
calls the governor

and then the governor calls me.

That's how I find out.

- I meant to tell you.
- Really? When?

Before or after you went
to his hotel room?

My God, I've endorsed you, Kate,

which means we're joined at the hip.

We don't get to make mistakes like this.

In one fell swoop, you've
destroyed both of our careers.

I did not mean to hurt you, Katya,

but the truth is not mine to tell.

Looks like your boyfriend
just got away with murder.

None of this adds up.

All right, if he's had immunity
all along, why did he run?

Because the police were chasing him?

Or maybe he's not done with
whatever he came here to do.

Wait.

Look at these. Look what
they all have in common.

A necklace.

She's wearing it in every photo.

- It's like she never took it off.
- Right.

But she wasn't wearing it
when we found her.

That abrasion on her neck.

What do you bet the links on
this necklace match those marks?

That the killer snatched it off her neck?

Yeah, we didn't find anything
like it in Sergei's things.

Maybe he took it as a trophy
to give it to his employer.

Proof that mission was accomplished.

We find this necklace,
maybe we can find out

who hired the international man of misery.

I... I've seen this necklace before.

(Megan) Yeah.

So have I.

Where did you get that necklace?

Dr. Murphy noticed
that you were wearing it

the night of the trade gala,

and I saw that you were wearing it

the day we came to talk to your son.

Did he give it to you?

Why, yes.

It was an early birthday present
from Arco.

Hmm.

Why?

So we finally found out

who owned Oksana's love nest/prison.

Stark Star Enterprises...

it's a company owned by
a company that's owned by you.

They also own some warehouses
down on the docks.

Oh, you'll never guess what
we found inside warehouse 44.

So...

you didn't innocently meet her
in some club, did you?

You put Oksana to work.

Only at first.

Only at first, yeah?

Then you started dipping into
the merchandise.

Oksana got pregnant, started
making demands.

Then what? You had to get rid of her?

No.

I loved Oksana.

I wanted her to have our baby.

I was gonna leave my wife for her.

You loved her? You locked
her up in a cage.

I only locked her up

to keep her away
from this horrible business.

A business that you started.

I didn't start anything.

I wasn't even born
when this business started.

It's my mother who brings them here.

My mother...

is the one who killed Oksana.

My son broke the golden rule.

Don't... touch...

the merchandise.

Do you have any idea what goes
into bringing these girls here?

Well, all that money
and hard work went down

the drain when Oksana went missing.

First I thought she had run off,

but I soon found out my son had
stashed her in a love nest.

Unacceptable.

I can understand.

Your son makes a big mess.

You want to hire a big man
to come in and clean it up.

Finds her, finishes her off,

and gives you a nice necklace
as a souvenir.

Hire a man?

When a woman wants something
done right, she does it herself.

So...

I shot the girl

and I left her and her bastard to die.

I wear her necklace

as a warning to my son...

this is what happens
when you mess with my business.

All right, then how the hell
does Sergei fit into this?

He's got something to do with it.

Oksana's blood was all over his shirt.

(Ukrainian accent) Oh, my God.

(Speaking Ukrainian)

(Baby coos)

They're Oksana's parents, aren't they?

- And that's her baby.
- Yes.

When Oksana was taken
from the streets of Kiev,

her family hired me to find her.

I followed her here.

She had been sold into prostitution.

So I went to the underground clubs.

Like Tatyana's.

Yes. I tell girls I meet,

"if you see her, you call me,"

"and if you call me, I get
you out of the life as well."

And finally two girls...

they called.

Right after we were together?

Yeah.

I immediately went to find her,
but I was too late.

I tried to save her,
but she died in my arms.

She was pregnant.

This baby was alive.

So my job was not done.

Getting the baby to Oksana's parents.

As I said, this story
was not mine to tell.

Not until I unite them.

I have extracted, uh,
many bullets in my years,

but little Katya...

this was my first delivery.
(Chuckles)

You had quite a night.
(Laughs)

Yes, I did.

You called her Katya?

Two extraordinary females...

they come into my life in one night.

One should be named after the other.

My Katya.

This probably should be good-bye.

Yeah.

Probably.

(Sergei speaks indistinctly)

(Sergei speaks Ukrainian)

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