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yet equally important groups--

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and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Dispatch, King 12, 487 East 23rd street.

We're 1088.

They said stomach flu?

He pukes, it's your turn to clean out the back.

Hurry! My dad needs help!

Where is he?

Oh, my God!

Peter! Help him!

[grunting and gagging]

This isn't the stomach flu.

Complete organ failure.

No presentation of any viral indicators

like Ebola or anthrax,

which means it's probably poisoning.

That's why I called you.

What kind of poison? No idea.

I sent a blood sample over to the CDC yesterday.

How about a guess?

His degree of dehydration, the rapid hepatic necrosis--

honestly, I've never seen anything like it.

Maybe our M.E. has.

The body's not going anywhere.

I'm keeping it quarantined

until we know what we're dealing with.

Mr. Rostov say anything before he died?

He was all ready in shock when the EMTs brought him in.

(Green) Any family?

Wife and son. They were fine.

I sent them home.

Dr. Kaplan.

Special Agent Wilson.

These doctors are with the CDC.

(Green) NYPD here.

Detective Green.

This is my partner Detective Cassady.

I'll want to talk to your supervisor immediately.

Talk to us first.

You know the cause of death?

Mr. Rostov was poisoned with ricin.

Ricin? Homemade poison, right?

Sometimes. But not this.

This was highly enriched, military grade.

Mr. Rostov had about .8 milligrams in his blood.

That's four times the amount needed to kill him.

Somebody wanted him dead for real.

Mission accomplished.

I spoke to the Chief of D's.

You two are still working the homicide.

The Bureau will assist on background.

JTTF's following up the terrorism angle.

One victim hardly qualifies as terrorism.

(Wilson) Muslim extremists have experimented

with ricin in the past.

And plenty of homegrown nutjobs have messed with it too.

Let's stick with what we know.

Rostov's a Russian ex-pat.

A resident alien here on a green card.

His company still does a lotta business out in Russia.

(Cassady) And from what I hear,

you can buy just about anything

on the black market over there,

even military-grade ricin.

Russian mob?

My OCCB contact didn't know Rostov.

Any way we can nail down when he was poisoned?

The CDC did a timeline assessment.

Given the amount in his blood,

they think he ingested it anywhere from 12 to 15 hours

before he died.

That puts it Friday night.

So where was he? We don't know yet.

TARU's dumping all his phones.

[phone ringing]

Van Buren.

Okay. Thanks.

HAZMAT cleared Rostov's house. You can ask his wife.

Joey, I want your bag by the door in five minutes!

How was your husband when he got home?

I don't know. It was after midnight.

I was already asleep.

He woke me up around 2:30, said he wasn't feeling well.

Oh, God. How did this happen?

We're sorry for your loss.

(Green) Where did your husband fly in from?

From Moscow.

His secretary knows the flight.

How did he get home from the airport?

He had a car pick him up.

He has a regular driver.

Peter's business in Russia.

Did he deal with military contractors,

chemical companies?

I don't know who he deal with over there.

He was away one week every month.

You never went with him?

Peter said it wasn't safe. There was too much turmoil.

I stayed home with our son.

He mention any recent troubles he was having?

Threats?

He didn't bring his work home.

Not till now.

He came here straight from the airport.

Dropped off some papers, checked the mail.

You were here at midnight Friday?

He told his wife the flight got in late.

No, it got in around 9:00 that morning.

Is there any reason he'd lie to her?

There is, isn't there?

Maybe 'cause he met somebody on the plane.

How do you know that? Did he tell you?

He emptied his pockets on my desk

to give me his receipts.

There was a boarding pass, name of Anna Sokolov.

And he was in a hurry to leave.

You know what I mean? Yeah.

Who picked him up at the airport?

His wife mentioned a driver.

Oh, sure. Alex.

Alex...something. A sweetie.

We need his name and number.

What about his business? Any problems?

We heard doing business in Moscow

can be pretty rough going.

Mr. Rostov told me a joke once.

An American businessman wanted to know

the Russian word for "rival."

Same word as "dead."

Funny guys, those Russians.

[speaking Russian]

I beg your pardon.

You don't speak Russian.

He does business there, but he doesn't hire an assistant

who can speak the language.

Maybe not, but I see what I see.

Which is what?

Alex, the driver?

He started carrying a gun two weeks ago

clipped to his belt.

(Alex) My permit's up-to-date.

To own, not carry. You're in violation.

Why are you carrying a piece?

'Cause Mr. Rostov asked me to. He's the boss.

Was the boss.

Look, is there any chance here of me getting sick?

If you're not facedown by now, you should be okay.

When am I getting my car back?

Soon as we check it for traces of the poison.

After you took him to the office,

where did he go? I'd have to think.

Things are kinda jumbled up right now.

Maybe his destination involved a girl named Anna Sokolov?

Somebody he met on the plane?

No, I don't know about that.

Actually, we were thinking he gave her a ride into town

from the airport.

[sighs]

The guy's dead.

You don't need to worry about his reputation.

Yeah, okay.

The Russian girl. She didn't speak much English.

So where'd you take 'em after the office, a hotel?

Took 'em to Karl's place... in SoHo.

I got the rest of the day off.

Who's Karl?

Mr. Rostov's brother.

Please don't tell him where you heard it.

(Karl) Peter and I left Russia 16 years ago

just when the country started to fall apart.

We made good lives here.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Help us out.

Peter and his lady friend stopped by here Friday.

Oh, right. Anna, yeah.

She's an old friend of the family.

An old friend he met on the plane?

I think we know what she's about.

Look, my brother loved his wife.

I tried to talk sense to him but--

Anyway, it was a one-time thing. I'm sure of that.

How long were your brother and Anna here?

Most of the day.

I went out, gave them privacy.

They were gone when I came back.

You have any idea where we can find her?

No, no idea.

He asked his driver to start carrying a gun.

You have any ideas about that?

What he was worried about?

Anybody who does business in Moscow

has reason to worry.

But Peter knew how to handle himself.

What do you do, Karl?

Club promotions.

Party planning, that kind of thing.

You mind telling us where you were Friday night?

I'm the victim's brother, and you're asking me where I--

Okay.

Okay, I was here till midnight.

Then I hit a club downtown. Starhouse.

I was there till dawn.

You know, all weekend,

Renee kept calling, leaving messages.

I figured she was looking for Peter,

so I didn't answer.

By the time I listened to her messages,

he was dead.

HAZMAT cleared the brother's apartment and the car.

No traces of ricin.

So most likely,

Peter Rostov was poisoned after he left Karl's place.

That leaves this Anna Sokolov as the only witness

to Rostov's missing hours.

Customs sent over her entry photo.

Okay, I know my eyes are bad,

but this girl looks to be about 16 years old.

18, according to her passport.

What's her entry card say?

Tourist staying at a youth hostel

in Williamsburg.

But I called every hostel and hotel

between here and the airport.

She's nowhere.

Unless Rostov got her shacked up somewhere.

That seems awfully trusting of a guy she just met

on an airplane.

Well, maybe it's a longer-term thing.

She's his Moscow squeeze.

Hmm. Check this out.

He's paying five grand a month to Westside Select Realty.

(Van Buren) Five grand?

That sounds like a pricey little sugar shack.

(woman) Peter leased a three and two walk-up

in Clinton last month.

That's a pretty big file. He rented other places from you?

Oh, sure.

Every few months,

he breaks the lease and moves out.

You know, doesn't like the neighbors,

the elevator's too loud.

It's always something, right?

He pays two points over market for commission.

So what do I care?

Here's the place.

His lady friend really flipped for it.

You met her?

They picked it out together.

Is this her?

No, she had long, dark hair.

Older than this one.

They said they needed a three-bedroom apartment?

Sometimes three, sometimes four.

Thank you.

Who are you?

We're looking for Anna Sokolov.

I don't know her. Go away.

You know this? Open the door!

I need a moment to change.

Police! Let us in now!

(Green) Nobody move!

Back over there. Back over there.

You two... sit down now!

Sit down! Right there!

[speaking Russian]

Lady, shut your mouth!

Oh, jeez. Ed.

I think we found Anna Sokolov.

We drive from airport

and then he take me to apartment and rape me.

He take my passport and say I must work.

Then he bring me here, leave me here.

That's all I know.

Okay.

You're gonna be all right.

What'd she have to say?

She doesn't know much.

She dropped here the day she arrived.

Rostov's Friday night is still a big question mark.

Well, if he was trafficking girls,

we could be looking at a competitor for the ricin.

I bet his brother could shed some light.

ESC is picking him up right now.

What about the others?

Some of the girls speak English, but they're not saying much.

Worried about reprisals probably.

They still have families back home.

[spitting]

That girl. I wanna talk to her.

Show the others out. Have her stay behind.

I say anything, I'm dead.

Who brought you here?

Peter Rostov?

When?

Two years. Now are we done?

Not even close.

Someone murdered Peter Rostov.

So you can thank them for me.

Yes?

I wanna know who did it.

They kill girls.

They kill Nadia.

Soon, they kill me.

Nadia--was she a girl who worked here?

No.

I say too much.

Who's "they"?

Who else worked with Peter?

His brother Karl?

Rostov brothers can rot in hell.

Forced prostitution, kidnapping.

Ten years per girl.

And if you're smart,

you'll help us find who killed your brother.

Your case is based on what? What some whores say about me?

You know, I'm the one who lost a brother.

Go ahead. Call 'em "whores" one more time.

My client had nothing to do

with Peter Rostov's illegal enterprise.

We can tie him to the trafficking ring.

Murder might be on the indictment list as well,

Mr. Rostov.

Hold on!

What murder?

Karl, why don't you tell us what happened to Nadia?

Piss off.

Yeah, your brother got killed because of what he was into.

They gotta be coming after you.

You know how Peter died, Karl?

What the ricin did to his insides?

We could always convince a jury

that you're the one who killed your brother.

It's an old story. Cain and Abel.

My client gets immunity.

We can offer concurrent sentences

on some of the charges.

Still looking at 20 years. Best offer.

I gotta testify?

That's the deal.

Start with where Peter was the night he was poisoned.

Mirror Club.

We met an adult film producer.

She was interested in using some of our girls

in her movies.

We had a few drinks. Meeting was brief.

Peter left around midnight. Said he had to get back home.

I left an hour later. Hit another club.

(Green) Anything else go on while you were there?

Not really.

After Peter left,

some guy passed by the table a couple of times.

He was looking at me strange.

I told him to... take a walk.

(Cassady) That's it? He didn't say anything?

He apologized.

The guy was just some novenky.

Novenky?

You know...a Russian.

Straight from Moscow, accent, down to the shoes.

(Beckway) Okay, this is the video from Friday night.

(Green) Okay, there's Peter leaving.

Fast forward a bit.

Stop there.

(Beckway) Is that the guy?

(Cassady) That's our novenky.

Go back a bit.

Right there.

See the waitress delivering their drinks?

(Green) Wait, rewind it more.

I wanna see where those drinks came from.

(Beckway) Here, I'll switch to the bar cam.

There's our novenky again.

Did he just dose those drinks?

I couldn't tell.

Karl's drink got spilled.

Might explain why he didn't get poisoned.

You got any other angles?

That's it.

Okay.

Print that frame for us, will you?

(Cassady) Nicolas Brezin. Russian.

Entered the U.S. a week ago from Moscow.

The table where they were sitting

tested positive for ricin.

FBI dug up an intelligence file on him.

Don't tell me. KGB. For ten years.

Till '99.

Since then, he's been with the Moscow police.

And now he's here,

killing flesh peddlers.

Don't know whether to thank him or arrest him.

What did he list as his local address?

The Lexmore Motel in Midtown.

On the off chance that he's there,

check it out.

I'll get a HAZMAT team on the way.

(Cassady) Ed, check this out.

It's all in Russian. Can you make it out?

I'm actually not fluent. Just know enough to get a date.

(Cassady) This girl. Her name's Nadia Brezin.

His daughter.

Valerie mentioned a Nadia who ran away.

What she said was Rostov killed her.

These are dental X-Rays, medical records,

things to identify a body.

Brezin knows his daughter's dead.

This is about revenge.

Detectives.

20 minutes ago,

a man matching the suspect's description

asked the desk clerk which trains took him uptown.

Going where? 91st and 5th.

The Russian Consulate.

[siren wailing, radio chatter]

[tires screeching, horns honking]

Dammit!

(Green) Joseph! Hey!

Right there, right there, right there!

Stop! Police!

Stop...now!

Joseph!

Joseph. Stop!

(Cassady) Ed--Ed, it could be ricin!

That's just a lighter.

[yelling Russian]

(Green) Hold him. Don't let him get away.

Police! Grab him; don't let him in!

NYPD. NYPD!

Stay back.

That man is wanted for murder.

[speaking Russian]

This is the Consulate of the Russian Federation.

You have no power here.

No, no, wait, wait. We have a warrant for him.

Screw your warrant.

[out of breath]

I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Branch.

Come on, we can't let the Russian Consulate harbor

a murder suspect.

We'd like to get the guy too, but our hands are tied here.

He exposed hundreds of New Yorkers

to a lethal chemical weapon.

Mr. McCoy, I don't make policy at the State Department.

You call this a policy?

It's non-engagement.

Putin called the President of the United States

a menace to world peace.

We've got no leverage to bargain with the Russians,

and they're not gonna do us any favors.

Brezin's ex-KGB.

He used weapons-grade ricin.

Everything suggests

that Rostov's murder was a state-sponsored assassination.

I see no evidence

the Russian government had any motive to kill Rostov.

Then why protect Brezin?

They won't believe he's guilty

just because we say so.

So what do you suggest? We file for extradition?

We don't have an extradition treaty

with the Russians.

Nobody wants this to turn into an international incident.

Besides, if the Russians really want to,

they can sneak Brezin out of the country.

This Consul General, this Russian.

You know him? What's he like?

Andrei Karpovich.

Career diplomat, hard-nosed, pragmatic.

Not likely to go against his own people.

I'll take my chances. Can you get me in to see him?

Can I trust you to be polite?

(McCoy) The police found ricin traces in Mr. Brezin's hotel room.

It's believed his daughter was murdered by Mr. Rostov.

He was at a club where the victim was poisoned.

Do you have a witness

who saw him put the poison in the drink?

I see.

We both know this meeting isn't about evidence, Mr. Karpovich.

No, it's about protecting one of our own from injustice.

Mr. Brezin is a Russian national

who's served his country with distinction.

He would get a fair trial here.

Yes, well...

Guantanamo detention camps can lead one

to think otherwise.

All due respect,

Russia is in no position to lecture the United States

on due process.

The policy of the Russian Federation

is that Mr. Brezin remains here pending further investigation.

Perhaps you'll find more convincing evidence,

and our position will change.

And maybe hell will freeze over. Is that what you're saying?

You know, Mr. Karpovich,

all the women found in that brothel

were trafficked out of Russia.

By all rights,

you should be the ones punishing Karl Rostov, not us.

Are you offering us some kind of trade?

Well, you know American justice.

If Rostov stays here,

he'll get a flashy lawyer and be out in a few months.

Well...

I'll certainly take the offer under consideration.

I'm not a fan of Russian-style justice.

I don't want Nicolas Brezin going home a free man.

I'd rather have them both in prison

even if Rostov's doing his time over there.

Rostov deserves whatever they dish out.

Besides, the State Department has signed off on this, Arthur.

I thought we didn't have an extradition treaty

with the Russians.

As we've learned in the last few years,

you don't need an extradition treaty

to extradite someone.

Without Rostov's testimony,

how are you ever gonna make a case against Brezin?

I'll put Rostov in front of the grand jury

before we hand him over.

Since he'll be otherwise engaged

in Russia,

we'll be able to use his grand jury testimony

at trial.

What makes you so sure

that the Hillenbrand exception will apply

when you caused the witness to be unavailable to begin with?

What other evidence do we have?

Do we know what happened to Brezin's daughter?

Karl Rostov says he doesn't know her.

Did any of the traffic girls dispute that?

They're reluctant to talk to us.

It's understandable.

Brezin is the weaker case.

It's worth getting him.

Unless we want to invite more foreign nationals

to come here and mete out vigilante justice.

[phone ringing]

Rubirosa.

Uh, yeah, yeah. Hold on.

It's Karpovich. He wants to trade.

Says he can get the paperwork here tonight.

The Cold War's over, Arthur.

Just make sure you wring Rostov dry

on the grand jury.

About the only thing you didn't ask me

is what size shoe I wear.

What do you say, Mr. McCoy?

The grand jury got everything he knows

and then some.

Maybe we'll take another look at the sentencing agreement.

(McCoy) I'm not the one to talk to about your client's sentence.

If not you, then who?

What is this? No!

What are you doing? You can't do this!

What the hell's going on here?

These men are with the Russian government.

They have a warrant for Mr. Rostov

on kidnapping charges.

I have a green card.

I have a green card! We had a deal, McCoy!

We had a deal!

I'm going with him. That won't be necessary.

If you did what I think you just did, McCoy,

you're done!

[speaking Russian]

Like the old days at Checkpoint Charlie.

Nice doing business with you, Mr. McCoy.

Mr. Rostov's death was justice.

He took my daughter.

(clerk) Docket number 98382. People v. Joseph Brezin.

Charge is murder in the second degree.

Do we have a plea?

Not guilty.

(Rubirosa) The People request remand.

The defendant is a flight risk.

He is a foreign national with no ties to the community.

They have his passport, Your Honor.

A foreign national who used a weapon of mass destruction

and endangered the public health.

Your Honor,

Mr. Brezin is decorated police officer in Moscow.

He only came here to find his daughter

whom he believes was kidnapped to this country

for the purposes of prostitution.

Aninhica,the victim wasthper.

Mr. Brezin killed out of revenge.

Why would he kill the one person

who could lead him to his daughter?

Ms. Rubirosa's case is emotional,

not logical. The case is factual.

(Judge Gilden) How about you two save this fascinating discussion

for the actual trial?

The defendant's remanded.

(Rubirosa) At least now we know Danver'' opening statement.

Why would Brezin kill Rostov

if he thought his daughter was alive?

Did he think that he came here

with a suitcase full of materials

to identify a dead body?

He came prepared for the worst.

It doesn't mean he ever gave up hope

that she was alive.

Danvers will argue that he had no motive to kill Rostov.

Motive's not an element of the crime

that we need to prove.

Brezin had means.

Traces of ricin were found in his hotel room.

He had opportunity.

The tape shows him near Rostov's drink.

No, that tape shows dozens of people near the drink.

And you could argue that Brezin himself

was exposed to ricin at the club

and carried it back to his room.

I'm sure Danvers will point out

that Rostov wasn't lacking for enemies.

Our case hinges on motive, Jack.

Did Brezin know his daughter was dead

and when did he know it?

And if he knew, who told him?

(Valeri) No, I never talked to this man.

I don't remember Nadia.

You told the police

that she had been killed by Peter and Karl Rostov.

Nadia Brezin. You know who I'm talking about.

No.

If I speak,

KGB, FSB,

they will hurt my family in Moscow.

Because Nicolas Brezin is ex-KGB.

How did you know that?

Did Nadia tell you about her father?

Valeri, Miss Forge tells me

that you've applied for your T-visa

for trafficked women

to stay here in the U.S.

Then I send for my family.

Until they are safe,

I will not help put Nadia's father in prison.

If you don't cooperate,

it could complicate your immigration status

for you and your family.

You would be sent back to Russia.

You would do that?

Nadia escaped one night.

Some of the men realized this.

They go to catch her.

They bring her back to the house.

And they beat her and rape her...

to make her the example.

How did Nadia's father find Peter Rostov?

I don't know.

Nadia said she was to try to call him in Russia.

Did you see the Rostovs kill her?

No.

They told Alex, their driver,

to take her away...

shoot her.

(man) Police! Search warrant!

(Alex) Oh, oh, oh! Easy, easy, okay?

I didn't do nothing!

Shut up. Put your hands behind your back.

(Alex) Easy, man. What are you doing?

Get down!

Alex Chambers, you're under arrest

for the murder of Nadia Brezin.

What?!

I didn't kill her. I didn't kill anybody.

Stop it! Don't hurt him!

It's okay, Nadia. It's okay.

Nadia? Nadia Brezin?

She's alive?

One of Rostov's men had the order to kill her.

Instead, he's been hiding her in his apartment

for the last month.

Holding her a prisoner?

He's locked her in, wouldn't let her use the phone.

He says it was to protect her from the Rostovs.

She won't speak out against him.

I doubt if the poor girl knows who to trust at this point.

This spins the case for Brezin.

Why should it?

There's no evidence he knew she was alive.

It still plays as a revenge killing.

[knocking]

Didn't take them long.

Danvers added Nadia to their witness list.

Expect her to recount every moment of her ordeal.

There won't be a dry eye on the jury.

Judge Hoffman won't let the jury nullify the verdict

if we meet our burden of proof.

And when Brezin walks out of court,

don't say I didn't tell you so.

(Nadia) The first night I arrived in the U.S.,

Peter Rostov took me to his brother's home...

and raped me.

After that,

they forced me to work as a prostitute.

They did not permit me to leave.

Did Mr. Rostov threaten you?

Yes.

He would place his gun at my head

and pull the trigger.

Other times, he would stick the gun...

inside me.

Every day, I think I would die.

(Danvers) Did you ever try to escape?

(Nadia) Yes, I climbed out a window in the bathroom

and run away.

(Danvers) What happened then?

I didn't know where I was. It was cold at night.

I didn't have shoes.

I run as far as I can.

What did you do?

I was looking for a phone.

I had a phone card that I steal from a customer.

I think I can call my father for help.

But when I find pay phone,

I only talk to him for a moment

before the Rostovs catch me.

Nadia, why didn't you call the police?

Peter said the police worked for him.

So after Mr. Rostov caught you,

what did he do to you?

He hurt me... in front of other girls.

Then Peter told one of his men to take me away and kill me.

Instead, that man saved my life.

When you were on the phone with your father,

what did you tell him?

I said I was in New York.

I told him about Peter Rostov.

I said I do everything to stay alive

until he find me.

I said to tell my mother and my sister

that I love them very much.

Did you give up hope that your father would find you?

No. Never.

I can't imagine, Miss Brezin,

what you were forced to endure during your captivity.

It took a lot of courage to attempt an escape.

Now, when you called your father that night,

you told him your life was in danger, correct?

I said they would kill me. Yes.

Were you still on the phone with your father

when Peter Rostov's men caught you?

Yes.

Still on the phone when they dragged you away?

I dropped the phone,

but I could still hear my father yelling my name.

(McCoy) Did you ever manage to call him again after that?

No.

Not even when you were held by Alex Chambers,

the man who saved your life?

No.

Then based on your last contact with him,

isn't it safe to assume

that your father thought you were dead?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

I'd been looking for my Nadia since she disappeared.

My--my wife, my other daughter Ivanna,

was so sick with worry.

We didn't know if she was dead, if she was--

Trafficking of young girls is a serious problem in my country.

And it was my worst fear for Nadia.

They could've taken her anywhere--

Holland, Japan...America.

Then she called me, said she was in New York.

A man named Peter Rostov was keeping her.

And then I heard her scream.

When you heard her scream,

did you think she would be killed?

(Brezin) I--

I feared the worst, yes.

I still had hope.

As a father, you never give up hope.

So what did you do then?

I'm a policeman in Moscow,

so I was able to get a passport photo

of Peter Rostov.

Came here to track him down

and find my Nadia.

Did there come a time when you followed Mr. Rostov

to the Mirror Club?

Yes, I hoped he would lead me to my daughter.

(Danvers) Mr. Brezin,

did you poison Peter Rostov with ricin?

No.

Why would I kill the only man who could tell me where she was?

Nothing further.

Nadia told you over the phone she was going to be killed,

correct?

And I still refused to accept she was dead.

You brought dental records and photos

in anticipation of identifying her body,

didn't you?

Only to be prepared to bring her body home.

I still had hope.

So your plan was

to track the man who trafficked your daughter

and...then what?

Did you think he would actually tell you where she was?

No, I never planned to confront him.

I hoped he would lead me to the brothel.

You were trained by the KGB.

I was an analyst. They didn't train me to kill.

(McCoy) A Moscow police officer.

You had friends, contacts--

friends who could've called the authorities here

to help you find your daughter, correct?

(Brezin) It was too slow.

Too much red tape. And I didn't trust anybody.

In my country, when police take action,

often there is retribution.

Didn't wanna endanger my daughter and the other girls.

So you, an ex-KGB agent--

No, analyst.

A Moscow policeman,

armed only with the noblest of intentions,

followed the man who kidnapped your daughter,

who raped her,

who pimped her out to dozens of men.

You followed this man to a club

where, quite coincidentally,

he was suddenly killed with a known KGB poison.

And you had nothing to do with it?

This is the story you expect us to believe?

You make--make it look like whatever you want.

I tried to save my daughter.

Good fortune sent Peter Rostov to his grave.

Nadia was rescued.

We have a word for it in--in Russian.

"Provydenia."

Providence.

could put so much faith in coincidence.

Something Brezin said on the stand bothered me.

Everything he said bothered me.

He said that he tracked Rostov to the club.

But if you look at the surveillance video,

he was already there.

In fact, he had been there for an hour

waiting for Rostov.

Somebody inside Rostov's organization

tipped Brezin off.

Somebody who wanted Rostov out of the picture.

Maybe the guy who defied Rostov's orders.

It wasn't me.

I never talked to Nadia's father.

What would Peter Rostov have done,

if he found out that Nadia was still alive?

What would he have done to you...

and to her?

You needed him and his brother out of the way.

It's your band, McCoy. Call the tune.

Your client is looking at kidnapping

and false imprisonment.

And that's without even touching the prostitution charges.

Hey, I love Nadia. I'd never hurt her!

You locked her in your apartment

to hold her for sex.

(Alex) No! No, I didn't!

We--we only did once.

She came on to me.

You know... she thought she had to.

But I couldn't. Not like that.

I just wanted to treat her right...

save her.

The catcher in the rye.

He saved her life.

That should count for quite a lot.

Seven years...

for the kidnapping and imprisonment.

And we'll agree to drop the prostitution charges.

All right, Brezin approached me.

I guess he'd seen me drive Peter around.

He wanted to know where he could find Peter.

Said he'd kill me if I didn't tell him.

I said he'd be at the Mirror Club that night.

Didn't he ask about his daughter?

All he said was he wanted to find the men who killed her.

Why didn't you tell him Nadia was alive and safe?

There's no way

I was ever gonna let Brezin see her again.

Nadia didn't know but...

her father was the one who sold her to Peter Rostov.

(Karpovich) No, I'm sorry.

Karl Rostov would not verify the driver's story.

You understand he's serving life in prison.

He has no incentive to cooperate.

However, the Moscow police found this.

They've opened an investigation.

Phone calls?

From Brezin to Peter Rostov's hotel room

in Moscow around the time Nadia Brezin went missing.

Russian phone records.

I can't use these in court.

He trafficked his own child, Mr. McCoy.

If you can't hold him accountable for it,

your system means nothing.

We'll make it work.

This better be an amazing offer, Jack.

You pull the jury right now,

they're leaning towards an acquittal.

I think they'll see things differently,

once they hear how Nadia ended up as a prostitute.

What are you talking about?

My daughter was kidnapped on her way home from school.

Moscow police traced six phone calls

between your client and Peter Rostov's hotel room

right around the time of Nadia's disappearance.

He sold his own daughter to Rostov.

It's a lie. Phone records from the Moscow police?

Let me count the ways I can discredit this.

Between that and rebuttal testimony

from Alex Chambers,

I'm pretty sure the jury will hear the truth.

You think I would do this to my own daughter?

That's certainly what it looks like.

And it's certainly what it's gonna look like

to Nadia.

No, no, no.

You--you can't... show this to her.

You don't understand. You're twisting it all around.

You can either explain it to me now...

or to your daughter later.

I knew Peter from-- from grammar school.

We were in the Young Pioneers together.

And when he came to Moscow,

he wanted to know what the police knew

about his activities.

He tried to bribe me.

I, uh--I refused.

So he took my daughters-- Nadia and Ivanna.

He said I wouldn't have them

until I did what he wanted.

So I helped him.

But that wasn't enough.

Peter Rostov liked having a policeman in his pocket.

Wanted to make sure that I continued to help him.

So, uh...

he decided to keep one of my daughters.

Made me choose which one.

Ivanna was only 14.

Nadia was older.

She'd be stronger.

What was I supposed to do?

If we can corroborate his story,

I can offer Man One ten years.

Best I can do.

Come on, Jack. Help us out here.

No, no!

I'll take it...

as long as Nadia doesn't know the truth.

Believe me, I had no choice.

Nadia Brezin is returning to Russia in the morning.

She's gonna take care of her mother and her sister.

Good.

I gotta say, ten years is harsh.

What he was faced with was an impossible situation.

Nadia might not see it that way.

You don't think she'd understand?

Daughters aren't always so forgiving.

Jack, a few of us are gonna go for drinks.

Next time.

I wasn't sure you were going to come.

How you doing, Dad?

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