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-Where's the knife?

-Let him go!

-This ain't your business.

-I'm making it my business!

We got him here, huh?

What's this?

Ah, some cocaine, huh?

You all right?

Who is this?

-He's my father.

-Father?

Some influence on this kid, aren't you?

Come on, get up!

Come on!

-Don't let him kill me.

-Hey, put that gun down!

-I'm sick of him beating up on me.

-He's not going to beat up on you anymore.

Put the gun down.

Come on.

Come on.

-Don't eat that!

You know what the doctor said about your cholesterol.

-These doctors out here, they don't know squat.

-Car's packed.

-Where's Lyle?

-He's listening to them tapes again in the den.

-Now don't be too hard on the boy.

He's just trying to better himself.

-Best batch yet, aunt Dottie.

-Precious angel.

If the law of averages were true,

when it came to success, everyone

would eventually be successful.

-What'd you do that for?

-You disobeyed me, boy.

What did I tell you about buying any more of them

real estate tapes?

-But, daddy, they got ways to get

property with no money down.

-So do I. Get your butt out to the car.

-Hey, Duane, you ready?

-Let's go hunting.

-John, give my best to your family.

So?

How old would you say that boy was?

-Couldn't have been more than 10 years of age, George.

-Oh my god, he must have hated his father very much.

-No, I just think he got tired of being beaten up.

-You see terrible things out there on the street.

-I see some pretty good things, too, George.

-Here, eat some egg custard cake.

It will make you feel better.

-You're a true host, George.

Thanks very much.

By the way, where's your better half this evening?

-Lydia?

Home sleeping, where you should be.

But first, finish the cake, it will

put some meet on your bones.

-Thanks, George.

-Another busy night, eh, malitza?

-I do well enough, janosch.

-Simple pleasures for a simple man.

Call me mirov.

I'd like us to be on a first-name basis.

-Ok, mirov, your bill comes to $14.89.

-Nobody move, nobody panic!

-Back!

-Open it!

-You all must do a hell of a lunch trade.

I'll take that.

-Let's go!

-Just shut up, and get us out of here.

Come on!

-You idiot!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm a cop!

-Join the club.

So are we, Metro!

-You ought to learn how to drive, pal!

-And I'm not your pal.

-It's just a term of endearment.

-Oh, I'm sure it is.

-Not so in his case.

-That's enough, saccio.

-Commander, I think we ought to be investigating mirov janosch.

Like there's some kind of connection

between him and the perps.

-He's carrying a gun.

I'd like to know why.

-A lot of people carry guns, hunter, or haven't you noticed?

-Captain devane, what are your feelings on this?

-I think hunter's right, and if it's no problem with him,

I'd like to see homicide and Metro

work together on this one.

-Well, I don't have any problems,

as long as i'm doing the driving.

Det.

Fine.

-I've never seen you so quiet, molenski.

-I was just waiting till you got around to me, sir.

It'll be ok with me.

-All right, here's the way it'll shake out.

Hunter will coordinate with Metro.

Saccio and molenski will spearhead through Metro.

Hunter, you'll follow up on mirov janosch.

-Yes, sir.

-Saccio and I will start on the perps

immediately, see what we can find out.

-Mm-hmm.

-It'll be nice working with you, sgt. Hunter.

-Yes, it will, won't it?

-Great, it's a love fest.

-You're overloading your mouth again, saccio.

Remember who you're talking to.

-Yes, sir.

-Argh!

Aw..

-We got to get that bullet out of you, Leroy.

Give him some more of that homemade.

-Aw.

Aw. Aw.

Oh hell.

-No, please!

-Lyle!

Lyle, patch him up.

-Now how come Duane never has to...

-Just do it!

-Leroy!

Leroy!

You try to get some rest, you hear?

-Yeah.

-Let's go get some lunch.

-Daddy.

Daddy!

-What?

-Maybe we should take him to a doctor.

Doctor's going to want to know how

he got that bullet in his belly.

-Hey, mom, look at that wallet.

Ain't she a beauty?

You go change that bandage.

You want to get an infection?

-Go away.

-Ah, what'd you do that for?

-Wait'll your brother gets back.

-Do you think Leroy might want some stew?

-No, I don't think he's in much of a mood for eating.

We might have to bring him to the farm tomorrow.

-Did you ever get the mailer report?

-Do you feel an arctic wind blow through there?

Oh good, I see you're taking the mature approach to this.

Molenski, line two, your brother, Scott.

-Yeah, tell him I'll call him back.

What's your problem?

-You, you're my problem.

Why do you always side with them?

-Them, as in the proverbial them,

or are we talking about a particular them, as in hunter?

-In this particular case, it's hunter.

Molenski, phone.

-Uh, yeah, who?

Your brother, Axel.

-Tell him I'll call him back.

What you tried to pull on hunter was bull.

This is as much his case as it is ours,

maybe more so, considering he was there when it went down.

-Why are you a Metro cop?

-Is this a trick question?

Because Metro cops are supposedly

the elite of the LAPD.

-That's right, and that's why this should be a Metro case

exclusively, because we are the best.

-There's been a homicide, Michael.

You're such an elitist.

-And that's why you're crazy about me.

-Michael.

Line three, molenski.

-Yeah, look, if it's one of my brothers,

would you just tell him I'll call him back?

It's your father.

-All right, you can put him through.

Yeah.

Hi, dad.

-Petra Alexander?

-Yes?

I am nicholae janosch.

-Oh god.

-My brother never told me how lovely you were.

-Mirov kept much to himself.

-A smart man.

-I didn't think you could get here so quickly.

-Is there anymore you can tell me about mirov's death?

-Only what I already told you on the phone.

-This sgt. Hunter, I will have to see

him to get my brother's possessions back?

-Yes.

-I'm glad we finally got to meet, Petra.

I wish it had been under different circumstances.

-Do you have any idea who did this?

-No, I don't, not yet, but we will.

Did you know your brother carried a gun?

-He thought america was a very violent place.

Obviously, he was right.

Are you the only one conducting this investigation?

-No, there's several other police

officers helping with investigation.

Tell me, when was the last time you saw your brother?

-Not since I moved to Mexico City two years ago.

When can I visit my brother's apartment, sgt. Hunter?

-Well, like I said earlier, his apartment's

off limits, until forensics is finished

looking through everything.

-And his personal effects?

-Yeah, they've been impounded, except for the wallet,

it was stolen the day he was killed.

-I see.

-Now where can I get ahold of you?

-I'm staying at the horton hotel for a few days.

I will be more than willing to help.

-Yeah, thanks very much.

-Sgt. Hunter?

-There goes a real strange guy.

-What do you mean?

-By the way he touched his brother's body and all.

He's... yeah... What have you got?

-You were right.

The blood matched.

-Great.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Just because there was a match on the two blood samples found

in the diner, you think their both from the same family?

-Yes, I do.

A negative is very rare.

-How do you know?

-He's right.

I had an uncle who was a negative, fell off a horse

and died, because they couldn't find a donor soon enough.

Of course, he was 87 at the time.

-Aha, and you had to ask.

-Let's not forget about those home-loaded shells.

-Yeah, what is it, the family that loads

together stays together?

-You know, I know you two are both the Metro

hotshots, that's ok with me.

I'm just giving you some information.

Use it if you want.

Me?

I'm going to follow up on mirov janosch.

See you both later.

You want to be successful in real estate,

you have to find that perfect property,

the one that starts you on the road to financial independence.

Many people ask me.

Buy low, sell high.

And also remember that opportunity comes

in many forms.

-Jeez.

-Son of a bitch!

-Get up.

-He cut the cord to my headphones.

-You been listening to them damn tapes again.

-Duane dear, walk with me.

-That's my last tape.

-Make sure you don't get no more.

-Your cousin's in a bad way.

It's not right that he should go on suffering like this.

Son, sometimes everything that's thrown at you in life

is not pleasant.

Some things are just going to be unpleasant.

-Ma.

Leroy's my friend.

-I know he is.

That's how I know you'll do the right thing.

-Oh man, I'm hurting bad.

-I know.

-So I checks with r&I. The computer didn't kick

out anything on these home loads.

Not one mo matches from another state.

Then I checked with Connor, about this mirov janosch.

It turns out the guy's a phantom.

Nobody even knows how he got in the country.

His papers are illegal.

His bank accounts don't exist.

If they do, they're under an assumed name.

-I wonder what it's like to go through life

with a name like mirov.

-Well, that's funny, I always wondered

what it would be like to go through life

with a name like saccio.

-You should talk, molenski.

I bet you had to listen to every bad Polish joke ever made.

-And then some.

-You know, I bet you hunter digs up

something on this mirov janosch guy.

-Yeah, I wish him a lot of luck.

-What's the deal?

Hunter's a good cop.

What have you got against him?

-I don't have anything against the guy.

-Oh, you're so full of it, Michael.

-Hmm.

I love it when you talk dirty.

-Let's go inside.

-Not tonight.

-What's going on with this, joanne?

-What do you mean?

-Well, one minute we're together,

and everything's fine.

And then the next thing I know, you're

saying things like not tonight.

I mean there's just too much back and forth going on here.

-I know.

It's confusing for me, too.

-It doesn't have to be.

-Still like your eggs scrambled in the morning?

-Mm.

-Petra Alexander?

Sgt. Hunter, LAPD.

I would like to have a word with you please.

-What do you, want?

-I'd like to talk to you about mirov janosch.

-Mirov was a friend, that's all.

-You spent a couple of nights at his apartment.

Look, Petra, the building manager recognized you.

-This is not a crime.

-No, it's not.

-Then why are you doing this?

-I'd like to know why you didn't claim mirov's body.

-When I was a child my father was executed by a firing squad.

The secret police, securitate.

They force my mother and me to watch.

After that I stay away from the police as much as possible.

Old fears die hard.

-I see.

So you called mirov's brother, nicholae?

-Yes, but I hardly know him.

We only spoke on the phone.

-Petra, mirov was bringing large sums of money

into this country illegally, his money.

I need to know who his connection was.

Petra, you're here on a green card.

You're a guest of this country.

Let's take a little ride down to the immigration department,

shall we?

, can't believe you would do this.

-Yeah, I know.

-It's ridiculous.

-Yeah.

Better buckle up.

-Brancus.

Illia brancus.

Mirov had the business dealings with him.

It had to do with money, black market money.

-Illia brancus?

Drop the gun, brancus, police!

I never saw you run so fast.

-How about you?

-Yeah, but I caught him.

-After I tackled him.

-Not him, you tackled me.

-So, Charlies, what's cooking in that brain of yours?

-Well, I hear through the grapevine

that there's a slot for a captain opening down in Metro.

-That's right.

Joe Doyle's taking early retirement.

You got an itch you're looking to scratch, Charles, or you

just testing the waters here?

-Well, it's something I've been thinking

about for a long time, Tom.

-You sure, huh?

-Well, a year ago the alarm off, i'd

be up and out with a bit in my mouth like a racehorse.

Now it rings, I just lie there.

-Maybe you're not sleeping so good.

-No, I'm not, and you know the reason why.

-Yeah.

Look, Charlie, if you're really in interested

you'd be right up there with the top three contenders.

Just one thing, you've got to keep this between us.

-They're in here someplace.

-You know, I've been thinking.

-I love when you do that.

Here they are.

-Maybe it's time we went public.

-Excuse me.

Hello?

Have we met?

I thought we talked about this.

-Yeah, yeah, I know.

You said you weren't ready.

-Right.

-Well, maybe I want to go public.

-Michael, I care about you.

I do.

I just can't handle this right now.

I really can't.

-Saccio!

Molenski.

-Sgt. Hunter.

-What's happening?

-Hunter!

-I thought you'd be out chasing Romanians by now.

-Well, I was until one of them flew off a roof with $400,000.

-Really?

You got a name?

-Yeah, illia brancus.

-So what's the connection in our case?

-Well, I think brancus might have been

janosch's money connection from Romania.

-You still think these cases tie in, don't you?

-Sure do.

-Well, they don't.

This crazy family just wanted the money.

-Oh, so you think it's a family now, huh?

-It's a possibility.

-Ugh.

It's pretty ripe, too.

Nothing like a good Havana to cut through the stench.

You smoke, hunter?

-No, thanks very much.

-One round to the head.

That's what killed him.

-What about the gut wound?

-Oh you'll find that's a nine millimeter, police issue.

You see this is the guy I shot robbing the diner, saccio.

Now starting to come together for you now?

-You just keep hunting Romanians, hunter.

-Don't worry about him.

His hormones must be out of whack.

-Hormones, huh?

-Interesting, isn't it?

It's amazing what you can create with a brush and some tape.

-How did you find me?

-It's not very difficult to find someone

when you really want to.

Take sgt. Hunter, for instance, look

how ingeniously he found you.

What did he want to know?

-Things about your brother.

-Such as?

-If he worked in the black market.

-Hmm.

Americans don't understand that all Romanians

deal in the black market.

You do what you have to, to make life livable, don't you agree?

-Yes.

-What did he ask about me?

-Where you were staying, but I told him nothing.

-I believe you, Petra.

Ah, fantastic, don't you think?

That's what I love about black and white.

It's pristine starkness.

There is an honesty about it.

When did you first realize I was securitate?

Was it when you first saw me, or did it take longer than that?

-It was when I first saw you.

I recognize your eyes.

-If I wanted something to happen to you,

it would have happened already.

Just don't ever lie to me.

Having a high rank in the secret police had its privileges.

One of them was that beautiful women tend to remember you.

-Nicholae, what do you want from me?

-My brother had a wallet.

-A very beautiful one.

I always wonder where he got it.

President gave it to me.

I gave it to mirov for safekeeping

when he came to this country, but the wallet

was stolen by his killers, and there

was something very valuable in it.

-I still don't understand why you need me.

-You had an understanding with my brother.

I may need your services while I'm here.

-My services don't come cheap.

-You and I will have the same understanding.

-So the ball was definitely hunter's.

Yeah, give me the guy's name.

Leroy baines.

What about priors?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Got an address?

Thanks, pal.

I'll talk to you.

Ames, have you seen molenski around?

-She said something about going to see a sgt. Hunter.

-Shh.

Well, you see her, tell her I'm checking out a tip.

-Yes?

-I'm officer saccio, LAPD, Metro division.

-What can I do for you, officer?

-Does a Leroy baines live here?

-Well, no, he hasn't lived here in some time.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

-Ok.

Yeah, right, go ahead.

I'm ready.

All right.

That's good.

Thanks a lot.

-Molenski, let's go, got a liquor

store, same mo as before.

- Hunter, saccio just go... - Forget about saccio.

Let's go. - No, listen a minute.

I just found out he got a positive ID on that corpse

from yesterday.

-Yeah.

-It turns out the slugs definitely came from your gun.

-Right.

-And he got an address on the db from his parole officer.

-Wait a minute, you're saying sacc would

be that dumb to go out there by himself?

Come on.

Let's go.

-You sure you don't want some?

-Positive.

You have no idea where Leroy baines is?

-No, he left here at least two months ago.

-But his parole officer gave this as his home address.

-I didn't even know the boy had a parole officer.

-Where's your husband, Mrs. Pinder?

-Out.

-No, hey, hey, I asked you where.

-Didn't you hear her?

-He's out.

-They're for good luck.

-Stand by, boys, time for your allowance.

-Woo!

Man that's good.

-We can sure get us a nice piece of property

with all the bread we made last few months.

-Oh, hey, uh, how come Duane's got $50 more than me?

-Because he doesn't say stupid things.

Come on, we've got to get home, or ma's

going to start to worry.

Let's go.

-I don't see any sign of saccio.

-Oh why don't you hit the front?

I'll go around to the back, huh?

-Ain't that that cop from the diner?

-Yeah.

-Well, let's take him.

-Don't be an idiot.

I ain't about to shoot at my own home.

Your mom's handled lots of cops.

-What'd you find out?

Anybody home?

-I don't think anybody's here.

Probably out at their decorator's.

-Yep.

-Police!

Hello?

-Throat slit.

-It looks like someone did a job on her hand with the candle.

She's been tortured.

Michael.

-I know.

Look upstairs, I'll finish you out down here.

-Oh my god.

No.

No.