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NARRATOR: Previously on The Beast.

It's cold and you're late.

How long do you think this kid will last, huh?

(MEN GRUNTING)

What the hell is wrong with you?

Now, you may feel like you're drowning, but you're not.

Too damn worried about impressing me

and not focused on the job.

You seriously compromised us back there.

Our lives depend on our ability to convince someone that we are who we say we are.

If we went through proper FBI channels

to get an RPG, minimum six months.

Does everyone have a key to my apartment?

There's a job the Bureau wants you to do.

RAY: That's what we have on Barker.

Not enough to make a case against him.

If it were, we wouldn't need you.

Now you have two choices.

One of them, you give that disk to Barker.

No! I am not prostitute.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

I cannot go back.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

(CRYING) I come here for work. I'm so scared.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Roman Petrescu.

BARKER: I...

I didn't get that. That name, Petrescu, sounds familiar.

Roman Petrescu. Romanian Consul's son.

He was born in Romania, moved here when he was three, privileged life,

all the best schools.

His father's worked for the Consulate for the last 30 years.

He's a Leo, has a 10 handicap and likes long walks on the beach.

This isn't the first we're getting wind of this.

We suspect that he's involved with the trafficking of women for prostitution.

BARKER: A diplomat's kid?

(LAUGHING)

Conrad, we both know where this ends.

Washington big shot calls Washington big shot. It's over.

Not this time. We played this video for the Romanian Ambassador.

He's agreed to waive immunity,

but you'll need to make a case that'll stick.

Where he gets the girls from, how he gets them here, how he keeps them.

You'd better dot all your I's.

If this kid gets a whiff of us, he's on the first plane out of here.

Go gently.

Hmm?

I'll be as gentle as he was with her.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah. BARKER: Breakfast tomorrow. Don't be late.

Okay.

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

(RAY SIGHS)

(ELLIS WHISTLING)

(CHUCKLING)

God have any answers for you?

I assume you're here 'cause you looked at the disk I gave you.

That would be the wrong assumption.

See, I was more in the mood for a comedy, Marx Brothers.

Why are you here? Especially that little Italian guy, Chico,

"Why a duck? Why not a chicken?"

Cut the crap. You're here for a reason. Get to it.

You said I had two choices, right?

Watch the tape or give it to Barker?

But there's a third choice.

You want to investigate him. Go ahead.

But he's my partner and you'll do it without me.

Stop stalking me. It's over. You got to move on.

You're making a mistake.

Look, if Barker's clean, you've got nothing to worry about.

But if he's not, you're either going down with him

or you're going to end up dead.

It's just some friendly advice.

You know, you should get one of those pine tree things.

It stinks in there.

(SIGHING)

This jerk gets them from the villages, the slums,

from the poorest of the poor and he makes them all kinds of promises.

But once they get here, they are told that they now owe him

thousands of dollars for their transportation.

So this is not about prostitution. It's about slavery.

Mr. Wonderful. Harvard Business School. Class of '99.

One of his girls, worked in his brothels.

She finally had enough and escaped till the cops picked her up.

At least we got a witness.

(EXHALING)

What happened? They put her in a room

till the interpreter showed up.

Of course, she doesn't know what's going on because,

where she comes from, the cops are really scary.

So she hung herself before the interpreter even arrived.

Jesus. Yeah.

They let her hang herself. Now that's the cops screwing up.

No, sir. That is the universe screwing up.

BARKER: There he is. There's Petrescu.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

That's Stefan, his driver. The bald guy is always with him.

Stick with the bald guy. See what you come up with. Go.

(CHATTERING ON TV)

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Michelle. Hey, it's Ellis. I need you to pull up

what you can on a Slava Dobre.

Yeah. Thank you.

Sorry, I'm late.

This wasn't easy.

Question. What did you promise Todd? He wouldn't tell me what it was.

He's having trouble meeting women. Wants me to find him an "8."

I got to run. It's great to see you.

You, too.

Hey. Tell Todd I am working on it.

No, you're not.

I know, but tell him anyway.

ELLIS: Hey. BARKER: Hey.

So Roman's travel agency is promoting cities in Eastern Europe as, guess what,

the new hot spots.

Now, he charters two flights there a month.

Now, the thing is,

I pulled up the manifests for the last year

from the private airport he uses.

Miraculously, they come back a little fuller than when they left.

Really? Yeah.

He must have security wired.

He's a diplomat's son. Makes it a cinch.

Now tell me about this guy.

Slava Dobre. He moves between Roman's various fronts collecting money.

He did some time in prison back in Romania.

So he's our way in.

There's a bar on Division, Cuza. He drinks vodka, rum.

Sol-niki, Sol-shiki...

Sokolniki.

(LAUGHING) That's the one.

Here you go.

What's this?

That is where our dead girl was working when she was beaten.

Now, get out of here. I got work to do.

(BELL BUZZING)

It's $50. Excuse me?

To come in, it's $50.

Oh. For the massage, right.

Yes, and then you can tip.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hello, what's your name?

William. Bill. Bill is fine.

Hello, Bill. Would you like me to give you massage?

Yeah.

(ELLIS MUMBLING)

Hang on. You know, I've never done anything like this before.

You know, since the baby, and my wife and...

(STUTTERING) I understand. It's very common.

Ah! Where... Where are you from?

Oh. Me, I'm from Romania.

Yeah? Do you miss home?

I know if I go away on business, I can't wait to get back.

No. I like this country. I like American men. Very sexy.

Yeah. Whoa, hey. Please, I don't have time.

You want to talk, go to the psychiatrist.

I bring you back here, you need to pay.

Okay. I have money.

How long have you worked here for?

(MUMBLING)

I can't do this. I'm sorry. I've changed my mind.

It's not you, all right.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(TOASTS IN ROMANIAN)

Heisler beer, please. And can I see menu?

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Ah!

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

You've found me, now what?

Your tattoo. Jilava prison.

I doubt this is coincidence. No?

No.

So, you made it here to America.

Someone told you, "Go see Slava Dobre. He will help you." No?

You are legend. People tell stories of how successful you are.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

I want to be like you.

I want to start business just like you.

You think it is so easy.

You could teach me.

I have money to get me started.

Do you want to know how I have become the success that I am?

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Yes, please.

I don't do business with people I don't know.

So, I'm curious to know where you got the balls to pull a stunt like this.

I called you. You didn't answer.

On top of the fact that it is the wrong play,

we already know these girls are not going to talk.

On top of that fact, you are putting their lives in jeopardy.

You call your guy and you call it off.

No. Call it off.

I'm not calling it off. The cops are coming,

we'll split up the girls and we'll see what we get.

(BEEPING)

I can do this.

Okay.

A guy comes out of his house. He sees a snail in his driveway,

so he picks it up and throws it across the street...

Is this a joke?

(SIRENS WAILING) You want to play. Go play.

You're not worried that this will spook Roman, huh?

He'll figure it's routine, another raid for health code violations, license checks.

He's used to it.

$5,000 dollars this time?

DETECTIVE: Tell it to the hearing officer.

Everybody on this side of the room, right this way.

OFFICER: Come on, ladies, let's go.

No one is going to jail, okay? We're here to help you.

I knew you were cop. I knew it.

You're going to help us? Protect us?

Every day, police, judges, they come here for us to spread our legs.

Are you going to protect us from them?

No one here believes you.

The last girl you help is dead.

Go away before you get us killed like her.

Go. Why you standing there? There is the door. Thank you.

ELLIS: She was a little fire eater, that one.

She was scared.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

She had me fooled.

Well, you got lucky. Now you got to make a date with her.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

It's okay. Come on.

We are on the clock.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can I get you something to drink?

Uh, Vodka.

Vodka.

I have learned it helps you do what you have to do.

Thank you.

If I help you, I need you to promise you will help me.

I need you to help me find my son.

I don't understand.

I have a son named Alin.

My family was struggling. My father had lost his job.

I had to leave school and get work.

When I got pregnant, my father was angry.

I came home from work one night and my father told me

he had sold my son for $30,000.

I found the men.

They told me he was taken to America

and they could help me get to America, too.

I knew what happens to the girls they send to America,

but it was my only way.

Now I need you to help me find him.

Can we make this decision fast because she's on the clock.

So, what we've got is he brings girls in on those planes of his,

which makes him "asshole of the week."

But he's also stuffing those planes with babies,

which gives this guy the Nobel Prize for jerk-offs.

So we agree to her terms?

Damn right. Download her. Download everything she knows

'cause she's all we got right now.

If we don't make this stick, this son of a bitch is gonna walk.

So she tells us what we need then we find her kid, okay?

Okay. Make the deal.

I got to go.

Christos. You almost got yourself shot.

You need to go away, my friend.

I have money.

So do I. I want to offer you a business opportunity.

What kind? A percentage of my take.

Once I have girls and up and running,

I will give you 15% of everything.

(BRIEFCASE LOCKS SNAP) This is an advance, $200,000.

Follow me.

What's wrong?

Can you turn that away, please?

Sorry.

I look so old I don't even recognize myself.

(SIGHING)

A guy comes out of his house.

He sees a snail on his driveway,

so he picks it up and he throws it across the street.

Anyway, a year later, he hears a knock on the door.

It's the snail.

The snail's like, "Hey. Yo. What the heck was that about?"

(CHUCKLING)

Why is the snail talking?

No, the snail... It's a joke.

I don't understand.

(SNIFFS)

I'm going to ask you a few questions, all right?

Just answer them the best you can. Okay?

(SNIFFS) Okay.

SLAVA: (LAUGHING) They don't sell Sokolniki in this country.

I have it shipped over special.

My father used to drink this. I had first taste when I was six.

(CHUCKLES) Huh.

Where are you from?

(EXCLAIMS)

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

I was born and raised in Arad.

(LAUGHING) Arad! How did nice boy from Arad end up in Jilava prison?

Well, I was not a nice boy. I beat up policeman.

(LAUGHING)

You know, I have cousin who lives in Arad. He went to Moise University.

Did you go to university?

I went to the University of Jilava Prison.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

As we say in my hometown,

"If it were not for vodka there would be no beautiful women."

(BOTH LAUGHING)

When a new girl is brought to the house,

Roman Petrescu is the first to have her.

And then?

Then we are slaves.

Some girls, they give them drugs, get them hooked.

(SCOFFS)

When the priest used to talk about hell,

in my village when I was little,

he used to say, you know, "The fire keeps burning.

"It rains burning coal. The devil beats you."

We would laugh to each other,

my friends and I, make fun of the priest,

this old man. What did he know?

But now I know.

There is hell.

You play cards there, listen to Elvis Presley

and Roman Petrescu stands at the doorway.

(BARKER AND DOBRE LAUGHING)

Come on. Let's go.

Where are we going? I am taking you to my boss.

He will do business with me?

He's businessman.

Tonight might be your lucky night. We have a shipment coming in.

(BARKER LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) Oh. Shit. It's Vasile University, not Moise.

Who are you?

I am just a man trying to make way in this world.

Bullshit.

(GRUNTING)

Where is she from? Here?

NADIA: No, here, Bacau.

Okay. We only have an hour left.

Which one?

Crystal? No. Her real name is Brigita Chisca.

She left her husband and two children.

They told her she would be a waitress in Florida.

How long? Seven months.

Seven months.

What about her? I don't know anything of her.

Anything? She eats donuts.

She eats donuts. This helps you?

Anything helps me.

I have to go soon.

This one?

BARKER: Mr. Petrescu.

Mr. Petrescu. Slava sent me. He needs to see you.

I don't need to say, "This better be good." What does Slava want, anyway?

Why don't you ask him?

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

I did this as a favor to both of us.

Okay. You have my attention, while you're still alive, anyway.

Slava betrayed you.

Betrayed me. How?

I am standing here, no?

He told me where you would be and when,

and that you would bring Stefan.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Screw your family.

All right, you have half a minute to tell me.

Why is it so important we meet?

I am businessman like you. I have capital, but I need product.

(STEFAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Say what you mean, all right. You want me to sell you girls?

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

(LAUGHS) Why would I sell you something

that I can make so much more money with by renting? Hmm.

As a businessman, I think you'll understand this.

What I have is a reusable commodity. All right?

Reusable commodity.

Yeah. What? Did you think this was like Starbucks?

You know, where I make my money by selling off franchises? Is that it?

Forgive me, but we are alike, you and me.

We come to this country, land of easy money, in search of a life...

Stop there, please. We're "alike"? What?

Because we have the same passport?

All right, I'll tell you what you do.

You go back to the farm in your nice sharkskin suit.

Leave being a businessman to those who have the brains for it.

I do not understand. I make you offer.

Let me be clear.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Go to hell.

Don't worry, Stefan. You'll have your chance, all right.

Don't think you won't.

In the meantime... You need me to go to the airport.

There's a package due.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah. Yeah. Meet me outside in 15 minutes.

What about Nadia?

Deal with it. We have a plane to meet.

You're not going back. You'll stay here tonight.

But my driver... I'm going to move you to a different room.

You'll be safe until this is over.

(SIGHING)

Bury it.

Everything you got going on right now, just bury it.

I just don't know how anybody can get past

what she's been through, you know?

(SIGHS)

You know the worst thing about people, history of the world?

Now, I'm not talking about Hitler, 9/11, the killing fields of Cambodia.

I'm just talking about ordinary people.

It is amazing how they can get used to anything.

You want to help this girl, just do your job.

What the hell are you doing? Hello, my friend.

Back the car up, now.

Sorry, I cannot do that. I'm going to have to take the girls.

(GUN CLICKING) I wouldn't do that if I was you.

(STEFAN GRUNTS)

You're both dead. You hear me? Dead!

BARKER: You see, I did not take your advice, Mr. Petrescu,

about going back to the farm.

Now, I can just keep the girls,

but that would be bad business

and I do not want trouble.

Okay. So, what do you suggest?

I will pay you $200,000 for girls.

I will take them to St Louis

and you will never hear from me again.

I want a percentage of whatever you make.

BARKER: What kind of percentage?

Forty.

(LAUGHING) Funny man.

I will be hanging up now. Goodbye.

Okay. Twenty-five.

Done. So we have deal?

We do. Where are you?

The old Empire factory just off 55.

Half hour.

Sefu, I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHING)

Okay.

Uh...

When we get there, take his money,

get the girls and then kill him.

All right? Is that clear?

Put him in a dumpster or something.

Do whatever you do with dead people.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Where are my girls?

You mean my girls.

They're outside in the car.

And the money?

(BRIEFCASE LOCKS SNAP) You know, another man might appreciate

your ingenuity, your determination.

He might even respect the fact that you're trying to do the honorable thing.

But, unfortunately for you, I am not that man.

Kill him.

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN YELLS)

You have no idea

what kind of trouble it's going to rain down on you.

We could use some rain.

Are you a cop?

Something like that.

(LAUGHING)

You idiot, you fool. Two words.

Diplomatic immunity.

Now, you... You need to call the State Department right now.

Have them talk to my father.

I want to hold off on that a minute.

I need your help on something first.

(LAUGHING)

Go to hell.

You sold a baby, a boy, about a year or so ago.

You are going to help me find him.

Wait a minute.

Suddenly we're talking about babies,

all right, buying babies, selling babies.

You sure you're not getting your cases confused?

You, Nadia, are dead and so is your family.

Where is my son?

ROMAN: Your son, your daughter. You think I know one from another,

who buys which one from whom?

(TABLE CRASHING)

BARKER: I think you do. I think first day at Harvard

somebody said, "You live or die on whether your accounts are up to date."

Now, you might have alligators or little horses on your shirt,

but you're a pimp.

You run girls and, worse, you run babies.

You got a soul made of grease.

So you need to tell this lady what the lady wants to know

because I am just looking for a reason to let her pull this trigger

and still go to bed feeling good about myself.

Where is my son? Where is Alin?

I don't know. I... I don't know,

but there are files on all of the parents who came to us.

(SHUDDERING)

(GUN CLICKS)

You got enough to carry around.

(NADIA YELLING)

You coward!

(SPITS)

Coward!

You know, I almost forgot. It's a letter from your embassy.

They have agreed to waive your immunity.

So, it's over, Roman.

* So, you'd sing a lullaby

* To get me to sleep

* So, it's no surprise

* My eyes are never heavy

* For not seeing you

* In the flesh for so long

That's my Alin.

* That I'm not sure we would know

* Each other at all

* Oh, the weight it must be light wherever you are

* And I know you don't think twice

You don't understand what we've been through.

I mean, how hard it is to live with the feeling that...

I mean, we've always feared that someday somebody would show up.

It's not like we didn't know what we were doing was wrong...

Joan, enough.

We wanted a baby.

And he's our baby now. He's my baby. He is.

But he's not.

I'm calling our lawyer.

ELLIS: And say what?

That you illegally bought a baby?

You really want to make that call?

That's not why I'm here.

I'm here for that.

(EXCLAIMING)

Mommy. Mommy.

* All that I say now

* Is nothing to you

* We will lie under

* Different stars

* I am where I am...

(SIGHING)

It wasn't my call.

You said they waived his immunity.

You told me to make a case. I did.

And now you're sending him home.

This comes from the top.

I know where it comes from. I want to know why.

State Department needs some cooperation in that part of the world.

The war on terror. He's a gesture of good faith.

And the danger that you are putting her entire family in?

That's being taken care of. They are being relocated.

To what planet?

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

I need an aircraft here ready in two hours.

For what?

The girl and her son that helped us. We're sending them home.

I'll see what I can do.

Just handle it.

Conrad, I'm not done with this.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Thank you.

I couldn't take him.

He seemed so happy. And safe.

He's going to be okay.

What you did for your son, that means something.

Don't let Roman win.

(SIGHING)

If there are more men like you in this country,

I believe he will be fine.

Thank you for everything.

Come on.

BARKER: Goodbye.

So, it took the snail one year to cross the street.

(LAUGHS)

It's very funny joke.

It's a funny joke.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah, see you tomorrow.

(BARKER SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

NEWSCASTER ON TV: The weather this morning is bright,

but come Sunday you'll need your umbrellas.

Rain and wind are in the forecast.

Now we turn to some breaking news.

Roman Petrescu, a local Chicago businessman,

was found dead in his hotel in Bucharest.

He had returned for his grandfather's 80th birthday.

A hotel maid found his body early this morning

(CELL PHONE RINGING) and, as of now, police have no leads.

Yeah? BARKER: You see the news?

Just now. You have something to do with that?

(DIAL TONE HUMS)

(ELLIS SIGHING)

(SHREDDER HUMMING)