"Are you pissed at what I said?" "Yeah, a little." "You shouldn't have told me you had feelings for me." "You shouldn't have slept with me, then." "You're right." "And I'm sorry, but now we can't ride together anymore." "I know you like me." "Yeah, I like you, and if things were different, then maybe something could happen with us, but we can't." "We can still ride together." "It's the rules." "You broke the rules by sleeping with me." "Raisa." "You can put me in handcuffs anytime." "Kenny, you wish." "Stay with him or what?" "He'll come back." "He always does." "You could set your watch by this guy." "She's very pretty, isn't she?" "All those Russian girls are pretty." "I can't believe we've been here for three hours." "I thought that cop would be back by now." "Oh, man, my back is killing me." "That guy you usually ride around with..." "Harris, right?" "Didn't he go over to Russia to meet some girl?" "The Ukraine." "His wife's Ukrainian." "Right." "Whatever." "How come he didn't marry someone from here?" "Well, he tried when his wife passed, but all he ever seemed to meet were other cops." "You know how that goes." "You tell a woman you're with I.A., and that's the end of that conversation." "I don't tell them I'm from I.A. till the next morning." "Geez!" "Hey, what the..." "What the..." "What the heck?" "What the hell is this?" "You got to be kidding me." "What's going on?" "What?" "Please cover her up now, okay?" "She's a hooker dressed as a cop." "So, she's not a cop?" "No." "But I heard "Officer down. "" "Yeah, that was from someone inside the hotel." "They saw the uniform." "They called 911." "What the hell's I.A. doing here?" "Man, we screwed this up." "It was their car she fell on." "You got to be kidding me." "No." "Why didn't they call it in?" "They did, five minutes later." "So they're either too shook up to call it in, which could be true..." "We'll see." "...or they needed to come up with a story as to why they were parked here." "So why did they say they were parked here?" "They said they were thinking of having breakfast in the hotel." "This hotel?" "Their salary?" "Yeah." "No way, unless they're on the take." "That kind of makes you wonder, huh?" "Where did she fall from?" "Well, so far, no one saw the fall, but we've got guys canvassing, working their way up." "I'm gonna be here all day." "Maybe you can come by my place later, tuck me in bed?" "Hey, cover her up, okay?" "Hey, buddy, I'm talking to you." "Guys, cover her up." "Hell of a thing, huh?" "Yeah." "You know her?" "No, I just heard "Officer down. "" "Well, it's a hooker dressed as a cop." "Still should have covered her up, right?" "That cop, Matthews, made us, damn it." "I got to go." "Hang on a second." "I'm Frank Leo." "Yeah, I know who you are." "What's your name?" "Duff Matthews, Park East division." "Little out of your district." "Like I said, I heard "Officer down. "" "There's no district on that, is there?" "Do you know those guys?" "No." "They seem to know you." "I got to go." "You in trouble with those guys?" "I got to go." "Talk to me." "What's Frank Leo doing here?" "Matthews won't tell him anything." "It doesn't matter." "It's too late." "The dog smells the bone." "You know what he does?" "He starts digging." "Okay." "What's really going on?" "And don't give me a line about breakfast." "This is just a coincidence." "We had nothing to do with that woman." "You know, I almost believe that." "Now what I'm trying to figure out is what the hell you're doing here in the first place." "I.A. shows up." "You're investigating a cop." "So who is it?" "Matthews, the guy that just left?" "Who?" "Right." "Look, okay, we got a tip that some cops were having an all-night, uh, poker game in one of the rooms in the hotel." "We..." "We..." "We stayed out here to see who came out, take some names." "Poker?" "Really?" "That's lamer than your last excuse." "It's none of your business, all right?" "Let it go." "I'm president of the police union." "Everything you do is my business." "We're done here, okay?" "No, we're not." "What's your name..." "Rytell?" "See you around, Frank." "Oh, you will." "Hey." "What's I.A. doing here?" "That's a really good question." "I heard, uh, "Officer down. "" "We have an I.D. on the dead cop yet?" "It's not a cop." "It's a hooker dressed like a cop." "Really?" "Yeah." "You're, um, uh, Frank Leo, right?" "Yeah, you're vice?" "Yeah, Sergeant Croft." "Hey." "How you doing?" "So, what brings the head of the police union down here?" "Is it voting time already?" "Uh, just, uh, same as you..." "heard "Officer down. "" "Well, I'm glad to see it isn't, not that I wish this poor woman any ill." "She was probably cruising the bar and just got picked up by the wrong guy." "Hookers work this bar a lot?" "God, yeah." "$500 an hour for most of them." "Yeah, we ran some stings in this hotel a couple of years ago." "We, uh, busted a lot of wealthy johns." "Well, you know, I got to get going." "Thanks." "Do me a favor." "Tell Major Crimes about those stings." "It could be this girl was working the bar, too." "That's a great idea." "Thank you." "Hey." "Hey, Billy." "I heard it was "Officer down. "" "No, it's a hooker dressed as a cop." "Oh." "She working the hotel bar?" "Could be, yeah." "When I was in uniform," "I worked a few vice stings in the hotel here." "I played a hooker trolling the bar." "I got that from that vice cop over there." "Yeah." "Croft." "He was running the whole thing." "I should probably go talk to Alex, too." "You know what?" "Why don't you let me do that?" "I can smell the booze on your breath." "I was on a date." "I was just coming from a guy's house." "Yeah, you also shot and killed a guy." "You got to think about how you're handling that." "I'm okay, Frank." "You seeing that psychologist?" "Three times a week." "I live a couple blocks from here." "I'll walk home." "Sweet that you care about me." "Hey, man, how you doing?" "Holding the staff hostage." "Tried to bribe us." "Scotch... want one?" "No, thanks." "I got to canvass." "Yeah, well, you're late." "A bunch of guys went up 10 minutes ago." "Oh, better get in there, then." "Alex." "Did Billy say anything to you about these girls working there, whether they were independent or working for an escort agency?" "That vice cop didn't know?" "No." "Hey, guys, now, what's taking you so long?" "!" "Come on!" "I'm gonna take this poor girl out of here, find out why she's dead." "So to bodies fall out of the sky, right on top of Internal Affairs?" "An interesting morning." "Morning, Tommy." "Yeah, first this hooker takes a dive, and then some guy." "Any idea who the guy was?" "Some corporate exec." "Alex and Jill are pretty sure he was her trick." "They checked the room, found her cop outfit, some sex toys." "Any signs of a struggle, anything like that?" "Well, the room was a mess." "Could have been the sex." "Maybe things got out of hand." "She wouldn't do what he wants, so he tosses her out the window." "Okay, then what?" "Well, he's sitting up there, and he's all freaked out, right?" "Oh, yeah, High as a kite?" "He's definitely high." "It makes him more remorseful about what he's just done." "So then he tosses himself out the window." "No, no, he's got to work up the courage first." "He downs some scotch." "Snorts some more blow?" "And then he kisses the blue wave." "Or somebody else chucks him out the window." "Any evidence of that?" "No more than him killing himself, which means they got nothing." "Hey, Iris." "Can you look up a cop, a Duff Matthews, Park East?" "Sure." "Good morning, Iris." "Who's Duff Matthews?" "Some cop who showed up." "And?" "What's strange about that?" "Um, something about him being there I don't like." "Okay." "So walk me through it." "You know what?" "It was the way he looked at the hooker." "It really shook him up." "Like he knew her, you mean?" "Exactly." "Alex and Jill are gonna figure out who she is." "Anything else about Matthews?" "Yeah, I.A. gave him the once-over like they knew him..." "really freaked him out." "I tired to talk to the guy, but he took off." "Oh, he wouldn't talk to you 'cause he's probably scared." "If I.A.'s looking at a guy, you can bet that there's dirty money at the bottom of it somewhere." "Look, I know the guy's in trouble." "I know he's gonna need the union's help, but we can't expect him to waltz in here before it's too late, and then we're playing catch-up." "Yeah, well, Frank, you can't force a guy to take your help." "Who says I can't?" "Here's the particulars you wanted." "Thank you." "Tommy." "Duff Matthews... he's been on the job for 10 years." "A couple commendations, no suspensions, divorced, two kids, wife had a garnishing on his wages, got behind on child support." "Look at this." "This is interesting." "He worked with vice for a year and then went back to uniform." "The guy makes a pay grade, and then he goes back to uniform." "That doesn't make sense." "You know, he could have transferred to drug squad if he didn't like vice." "Oh, that reminds me, there was a vice sergeant..." "Croft... stopped by, too." "Well, that's two guys you didn't know, and Matthews worked for vice?" "This morning you could have asked Croft about it." "Well, it's still a good idea." "Okay, well, how about you go talk to Croft," "I'll go talk to Matthews, see how far I get with him?" "You can't go as a union guy, though." "You'll get the same reception I did." "Okay, so I don't tell him I'm with the union." "How is he gonna know?" "I'm off the radar over here." "We're about to be invaded by the Feds." "What do you mean?" "Attorney General's talking about bringing them in and doing a major crackdown on police corruption." "Where did you hear that?" "I was at the prosecutor's office." "I was negotiating a case." "But they're pretty freaked out about it." "Oh, the sky's always falling over there." "This Feds thing... you think the chief knows about it?" "Let me ask him right now." "Hey, Ed." "Attorney General..." "what's he want?" "He wants to send in the Feds." "So, that's not a rumor?" "No, no, he's deadly serious." "Nobody needs the Feds poking around in our city business." "Yeah, no kidding." "You got police departments, budgets, operations." "Everything gets dissected." "Cops get handcuffed." "And once you get them in, you can't get them out." "I know." "It's a serious problem." "No." "It's not a problem for you." "You and the brass just have another ass to kiss." "Nothing changes upstairs." "Listen... they bring in the Feds, I'll resign." "I can promise you that, Frank." "Ed, the only way you're gonna resign is if you have another job to go to." "See, that's the difference between you and me..." "I know how to adapt." "Got it?" "It's how I survive." "You, on the other hand, will always be a gigantic pain in the ass." "So, you do have another job to go to." "Before you were our sergeant over at Bridge Division, you used to work at Park East, right?" "Do you know a cop over there by the name of Matthews?" "Sure, but not from working at Park East." "I've seen him in here." "Yeah?" "He comes in here?" "What's this about, Tommy?" "I got to get close to the guy, but he can't know who I am." "Do I want to know why?" "We think the guy's in trouble with I.A., but he won't talk to us." "Good enough for me." "Who's he tight with?" "Do you know?" "I haven't seen him with anybody." "Looking for a cutout?" "Yeah, I need somebody to introduce me to Matthews, somebody he trusts." "Well, like I say, he comes in alone." "Okay, I guess I'll just go for a cold opening, then." "Yeah, well, maybe there's a way" "I can warm that up for you, Tommy." "You think Matthews knew our dead hooker?" "I have no idea." "Is there anything to tie him to the dead girl?" "Well, if there was anything, it's long gone." "Apartment was tossed before we got there." "It looked like all their personal things had been taken." "Yeah, we found a letter in her mailbox in the name of Raisa Petrova." "Her mother back from Russia wrote her a letter thanking for the money she was sending and asking how she liked her job as a nanny." "They'll say anything to get these girls over, huh?" "They're stealing them, Frank, you know?" "They're just stealing them, like you would steal a pound of meat from a grocery story." "Uh, sorry." "Sorry, guys." "Is he all right?" "Yeah, that girl's letter from Russia got to him a little bit, I guess." "Anyway, we got to go interview the staff." "That thing you said to Alex about meeting a guy inside..." "Well, we need to find that guy." "All right." "Hey, you still coming over tonight, tuck me in?" "If I can swing it." "Maybe I'll find my old cop uniform." "Ooh." "Hey, Rabbi, can I get some wings?" "Did you get the message, Tommy?" "You're eighty-sixed until you make good on that check you bounced." "I told you, Rabbi, that's not my fault." "I'm really sorry about that." "Well, Tommy, I've known you for 10 years." "It's always the same story..." ""Can I borrow a $10 or a $20 till payday?"" "Look, it's my ex-wife." "She's got me squeezed, man." "You know that." "I don't want to be hard on you, Tommy." "I like you, but money's money, right?" "Okay, look, I'm doing traffic control on this movie shooting over in Bridge Division." "I get paid tonight." "Okay, Tommy, tonight." "I mean it." "Thanks." "Thanks, Rabbi." "Thanks." "Oh, hey, can I get a beer with those wings?" "I feel really bad about that check." "Just, the ex-wife... she's got a garnishing on my wages." "No kidding." "Been there, man." "Hey, I'm Tommy." "Duff." "So, you just lose a friend or something?" "Actually, yeah, I just lost a friend." "But we move on, right?" "Try to, anyway." "Yeah." "That we do." "So, uh, which division you at?" "Park East." "You know, I think I've seen you somewhere before." "Oh, I'm up at Northwest, you know, out by the airport." "You ever get out that way?" "Not if I can help it." "You at Northwest?" "No." "I used to be over at Bridge Division up till about a year ago." "I had a little I.A. situation." "I.A.?" "Do tell." "Let's sit over here." "Matthews." "Yeah, I remember Matthews." "He used to be with us back at vice for about a year or so, I think." "What about him?" "Before I saw you at the hotel, I saw him, kind of got the feeling that he knew the girl that went out the window." "Well, Frank, it wouldn't be the first time a cop got busted for knowing a hooker." "You know, for all kinds of reasons..." "Business and pleasure." "I mean, it could have been he had a little crush on her." "I see that a lot." "Yeah." "Well, he saw I.A. there." "I think they were watching him." "The only reason they'd be watching him is if they think he's dirty." "So, what?" "Y" " You think this cop was pimping this hooker?" "I wasn't ready to make that leap." "But now that you say it, maybe." "I don't know." "What do you think?" "It seems pretty hard to do." "I mean, dispatch would know he shouldn't be, right?" "I know." "You knew the guy." "What do you think?" "Is he the kind of guy that would pimp a girl?" "When he was back at vice, I'd have to say no." "Financial problems back then, anything like that?" "His wife was garnishing his wages, but I remember hearing he got that all taken care of." "All right, that's all I got." "Thanks." "I'm sorry I can't be of more help." "Sure." "See you later." "So, I'm helping to, uh, block down the scene at this bank robbery, right?" "And the tellers claim that their money's missing." "You know, like money the robbers didn't take... somewhere like between 20 and 30 grand." "And I.A. said I took it." "Did you?" "You're not I.A., are you?" "Why don't you ask Rabbi?" "Ah, that's good enough for me." "Can I have one?" "Mm." "Did you take the money?" "They couldn't prove it, right?" "Right." "Did you ever have a run-in with I.A.?" "No." "Not that you know about, you mean." "Right." "Those guys are always on the hunt." "I'm protected, though." "What do you mean?" "Well, let me ask you a question." "You and Rabbi go way back, he said?" "Yeah, like 10, 11 years." "Why?" "Rabbi knows you, that's good enough for me, too." "Well, good enough for what?" "Me and some guys I'm in with..." "We provide an entertainment service for very exclusive clientele." "I don't get what you mean." "Hookers, man." "We got a stable." "Cops are running an escort service?" "That's right." "And I don't want to ever hear you say that again, okay?" "Talk like that could get you dead." "Oh, man, you don't got to worry about me." "I want in on this thing." "Cops running an escort service." "That's exactly the kind of thing the Attorney General needs to justify bringing in the Feds." "And there goes all our plans for the union." "Forget getting the city to hire more cops." "Forget pay raises, benefits." "Well, at least now we know why I.A. was looking at Matthews." "By the way, did he say how big this thing was?" "No." "The way it works is you only know the guy who brought you in." "So, when are you meeting him again?" "Tomorrow he's gonna set me up with my first delivery." "You know, he also told me that all the girls they use are Russian." "Well, Russian girls only work for Russian guys, and the question is..." "Which guys are they stealing these girls from?" "Probably got a lot of pissed-off Russian guys running around out there." "Might be good to know who they are." "How does dispatch work?" "It's a buddy system." "So if I'm out on a delivery, one of the other guys who's in on the deal gets the heads-up to jump the call for me." "That way, it still looks like I'm on duty." "Matthews ever say anything about working with Croft or at vice?" "Nope, not a word." "Well, there's no way that cops are running hookers right under the nose of vice without being protected." "So Croft's got to be in on it." "Well, Matthews runs the operation, Croft protects it." "Exactly." "Stick with Matthews." "Work that angle." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna go have a little chat with I.A., see what they know." "And, what, you think I.A.'s all of a sudden just gonna open up for you?" "Yeah, they have to." "Look, the Feds come in to clean up that department," "I.A.'s gonna look like a bunch of idiots who can't do their job." "They'll do anything they can to avoid that." "You want to save I.A.'s ass?" "It's either deal with I.A. or deal with the Feds, and I'd rather deal with the devil I know." "So, you really had to throw that guy out the hotel window." "Yeah, What was I supposed to do, shoot him?" "He was a loose end." "He'd always ask for Raisa." "And who knows what she might have told him in bed?" "She liked to talk a lot after." "And you know that because you slept with her, right?" "You had feelings for her." "I" " I warned you about that." "No, no, no, no." "She is the one who had feelings for me, okay?" "What did Frank Leo want?" "He wants to know about you and why I.A. has you in their sights." "It doesn't matter." "Frank Leo becomes a problem, I'll take care of him myself." "And what about I.A.?" "They don't know anything." "You're sure about that?" "Yeah, Croft, if they knew anything at all, we'd both be in handcuffs right now." "If those guys start sniffing around, they usually got a tip from somebody." "Well, I got a rat candidate for you, okay?" "Doorman Ken..." "He must have been trying to pick up some extra cash." "He knows who I am, so if the cops figure out that he's the guy inside letting this happen, he's gonna give me up." "This doorman's a loose end." "All right, I'll handle that myself." "No, if this guy tipped off I.A. about me, I want him." "He's mine." "All right, I'll set him up for you." "Okay." "You know, you should really trust that I know what I'm doing, man." "Yeah, I know." "I know." "Okay." "This is the first time I've been in here." "What was this place?" "An old bank." "You didn't know that?" "Why would I know that?" "My dad brought me here." "He set up my first bank account." "So, what's this all about, Frank?" "Duff Matthews pimping the hooker that fell on your car..." "That's why you're following him." "Have a seat." "So you know." "So what about it?" "How did you get onto Matthews?" "Well, why should we tell you?" "Because I'm gonna save both of your careers from going down the toilet, which is exactly where they're headed if you don't do exactly what I say." "You're gonna have to give us more to work on than that, Frank." "The Attorney General's bringing the Feds in to clean up your department." "What?" "The Feds?" "You're kidding." "What the hell's he thinking?" "Oh, he's thinking that you I.A. guys don't do your jobs very well." "So I'm gonna help you convince him just how good you are." "And why the hell would you do that?" "You guys I can skirmish with." "You're not a big deal." "You bring in the Feds, I got to start an all-out war, and I really don't want to do that." "And what do we got to do for you?" "Keep your mouth shut about this." "You ratting someone out, Frank?" "No." "So, deal or not?" "Okay." "How did you get onto Matthews?" "Asian housekeeper at the hotel..." "She was cleaning up the rooms after the sex parties." "Immigration got onto her, so she cut a deal for some information." "What else she say?" "Just that it was a cop that was driving the hookers to meet with their tricks." "We staked the place out." "That's how we got onto Matthews." "That's it?" "Yeah, that's it." "All right, you'll hear from me." "I never did get my money out of the bank before it closed." "How much was it?" "25 bucks." "I wonder what it would be now, with interest." "Billy, it's Frank." "You got some time this afternoon?" "I just wasn't expecting a new driver." "So, how long you been here?" "Three years, I guess." "Uh, who'd you work for before this?" "You're not supposed to talk to me." "Well, I'm Irish." "We like to talk." "Okay, I'm Russian." "We like conversation, too." "Are you asking me to set up another meeting with Babchenko for you?" "If you can help me out, yeah." "I'm trying to nail these two cops for running an escort service." "Who are they?" "There's a sergeant from vice named Croft and a cop named Matthews." "Croft." "Croft." "I talked to him at the crime scene?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "Why do you need to talk to Babchenko?" "Come here." "These girls are all Russian, which means these cops are poaching them from some Russian guys." "And I figure some of these guys are probably pissed off." "Pissed off enough to maybe point fingers at Croft and Matthews?" "Exactly, and I figure maybe Babchenko's got to know some of these guys." "Why do you think he would even know them?" "Because he runs girls, right?" "Babchenko?" "No, he doesn't run girls." "This is not his "thing. "" "Okay, but every piece of Russian business done in this city has to be done with his blessing, right?" "Two, three years ago, maybe, but now there is a dozen Russian gangs out there." "And Babchenko is strictly into money laundering." "That's why he got respect, because he controls a lot of people's dirty money." "And hits, Alex." "He controls a lot of hits." "Frank." "Listen, I never told you about how I know Babchenko." "Would you like to know?" "Do I need to know?" "Yeah, I think you do." "I was working for FSB in Moscow." "You know about that, right?" "Babchenko, before he became Mafia, was old KGB." "Well, things in Russia changed." "He sponsored me as an FSB agent." "He was my mentor." "And I owe him for this." "He knows it." "So... the more I do favors for you..." "The more I owe him." "Athis, don't do it. want to do Oh, no." "I have my own reasons for doing this." "Oh!" "Billy!" "So, how do I look?" "Like you cost $500 an hour." "Hi." "What do you want, sweetheart?" "I was told if a girl wanted to set up a few dates in here, you're the guy to talk to." "Who told you that?" "A cop who busted me..." "Duff Matthews." "Well, I get 25%." "How about 20% and I'll make it up to you in other ways?" "Okay, but you got to ante up a couple of hundred good-faith money." "Okay." "Police." "Turn around." "Hands on the car." "Feet apart." "Mm-hmm." "Hi." "Mm." "That's nice." "We got to make more time for this." "We're always so wrapped up in this damn job." "Mm-hmm." "Mm-hmm." "Speaking of which..." "I got to take this." "Hey, Jill." "Really?" "When?" "Okay." "What else?" "Uh..." "Uh..." "I don't know." "Yeah, I'll, uh..." "I'll look into it." "I'll let you know." "They, um, arrested the doorman." "He gave up Matthews." "Did he mention anyone else?" "Nope, got a lawyer." "Okay, so, you get Matthews." "Then what?" "Well, hopefully he sees the error of his ways, cuts a deal, and gives up Croft." "And if he doesn't?" "Then we're stuck with Matthews." "Do they know where he is?" "No, they're looking." "I got to go." "I'll let you work." "Mm." "No loose ends." "Okay, Matthews took two bullets in the head." "What kind of weapon?" "It could be 9-mil, like ours." "This had to be a hit." "Somebody was very scared that we are so close to him." "So that just leaves us with the doorman." "Did you get anything from him?" "Yeah, a little." "He said that there were six other cops who drove girls to the hotel, but he didn't know their names." "Okay, so we got nothing to tie Matthews to Croft." "I don't know what the hell we're gonna do." "Have you talked to Babchenko for me?" "Yeah, yeah, I talked to him." "Is he gonna meet with me?" "He said he's going to take his wife to the lake this afternoon, and maybe he's gonna call me." "So what does that mean?" "Well, that means that maybe he's gonna call me." "All right, thanks." "All right, yeah." "Frank." "You think it was this vice cop Croft who did this?" "Do you?" "It had to be, yeah, but unless forensics can find something, we got no way to prove it." "Hey, do you got any aspirin on you?" "Why, you got a headache?" "Uh, yeah." "Alex took me to some Russian bar last night." "I had no idea there were that many kinds of vodka." "So, that's what we had." "We had shots of vodka and salty cucumbers." "Pickles." "No." "Yeah, I don't know exactly what it was." "But, um, anyway, we got..." "we got pretty loaded, right?" "And then Alex starts singing all these old Russian folk songs." "Like, he kind of got all Rasputin on me." "Rasputin the mad monk." "Yeah, yeah." "He started calling me this other girl's name, like he really believed I was her." "He was calling me it all night." "Did he say who she was?" "No, but he said he loved her." "I don't know." "So, I got to go find some aspirin." "Tommy, where the hell are you?" "Her name is Larissa." "She told me that's the same name as a girl in "Doctor Zhivago"..." "Lara." "Lara's short for Larissa." "She's really smart, Frank." "And..." "Will you quit looking at me like I'm doing something that I shouldn't be doing with her?" "Are you?" "Look, I'm not like you, Frank." "I can only manage one girl at a time." "Here, take a look at this." "What's this?" "Some of her clients." "There's two judges on there, C.E.O.s on there, ball players." "The mayor's brother-in-law's on here." "This is gonna get us a lot of favors." "So, where are you on your end?" "Uh, thanks." "Um, well, Matthews got shot." "Without Matthews, we got nothing on Croft." "Well, we got this." "That's how the dates get set up." "You call that number on there, and you just say you want a date." "The machine guides you through it." "So all's we got to do is call that number on the card there about a half-dozen times, and we can round these cops up all in one place." "Yeah, but it's not just about cops driving hookers anymore, Tommy." "We got a dead cop." "No matter how screwed up he was, he's still one of ours..." "started with vice." "We got to go after this Croft guy." "I think I got a couple ideas." "First, we got the Russian guys they were stealing these girls from." "You're dreaming if you think you can get one of them to talk to us." "Why not?" "We shut this thing down, they don't have their girls stolen anymore." "What about the girls already working for the cops?" "You think I'm gonna give these Russian guys their girls back?" "Okay, well, that's the first way." "If that doesn't work, what happens then?" "What's the second way we can go at him?" "First way will work, Tommy." "Mr. Babchenko." "This is my wife, Tanya." "This is, uh, Frank Leo." "You know my brother Alex." "Your brother's Alex." "He never told me that." "Alex and my Yuri..." "what can you do?" "Everything is a secret." "Anyway, I wanted to meet you." "Alex likes you." "Tell him I send a kiss for luck." "I'll be in the car." "Thanks for meeting me." "My wife wanted to go to the lake." "It was on the way." "Alex tell you what I want to know?" "Some Russian girls are being pimped by cops." "You want to know, uh, who these cops get these girls from, right?" "Yeah, you know anything about these guys?" "They are both dead now." "They're dead?" "They were the worst kind." "Dirt." "Nobody will miss them." "You have a hand in that?" "No." "I step on dirt, Frank." "This, uh, man, this vice cop..." "Croft..." "He's the one who killed them." "They were making noise about what he was doing, so he shot them, and they are now rotting at the bottom of the lake." "Yuri." "Yes?" "Yes, I'm coming." "You see, she likes the beach." "All I do is look at the water and think about..." "what's underneath it." "Hey, Tommy." "Yeah, I did." "Well, this is very cute, Frank, but I don't know what you think it's gonna get you." "You've got nothing on me." "I've got everything I need." "Why do you think Tommy got close to Matthews?" "Check out your setup." "We like it." "We're gonna replace Matthews." "We're your new partners." "Really?" "What makes you think I'd say yes to this?" "'Cause we know you killed Matthews..." "Walked up to him in his car, put two in his head." "I got it all on tape." "I put a bug in Matthews' car." "Well, you're gonna have to prove that to me." "I'll play it for you." "Tell you what..." "Come back to the bar after it's closed." "Tommy will be waiting for you." "I'll be waiting for a call from him that says we're in." "I don't get that call, I.A. gets the tape, you go down." "You know what?" "I'm calling your bluff." "Like I said, you got nothing on me." "And you know what, Frank?" "You're a little too good at what you do, all right?" "Everybody knows you." "You'll push the rules a little, bend them one way, maybe even break the law to get what you want." "But you're not dirty, Frank, and you never will be." "So, this is all bull, and I'm not falling for it." "Thanks for the drink." "Now what?" "The johns set up dates by calling an answering machine." "So all's we got to do is call that number about a half-dozen times." "We can round these cops up all in one place and put a stop to this thing." "Internal Affairs." "Step out of the car, please." "So, you get them all?" "Yeah, we got them all." "We got the girls, too." "So, where are the girls?" "Victims resources." "Where the hell you going?" "I got to make a call." "So, any of these cops implicate Croft?" "No, all we got are them." "These cops are the whole case." "What the hell you talking about?" "You can still go after Croft." "You get a wire on him." "You get a warrant for his house, find the murder weapon." "We already tried to get a warrant, Frank." "They turned us down flat." "Go to a different judge." "We did... same damn thing." "We just don't have enough evidence to get a warrant against Croft." "That's it." "It's down to you, Frank." "You want Croft, you have to find another way to get him." "Larissa, it's just temporary, and then you can get your own place." "No, don't worry about that." "I might be able to help you out a little." "NO, I know you're not asking." "I'm offering." "Yeah, it's gonna be okay." "We'll talk." "You do what you can, Frank." "The rest is up to somebody else." "You want anything, Alex?" "Oh, no, thank you." "I'm working tonight." "You wanted to see me, Frank?" "I just wanted to thank you for setting up that meeting with our friend." "Oh, well, was it helpful?" "No, but necessary." "I met your sister Tanya." "Hmm." "She said, "Tell Alex 'kiss for luck. '"" "She said "kiss for luck"?" "What?" "It's just, um, joke between us." "Well, I just wanted to let you know that I.A. picked up all those cops that were running the Russian girls." "Did anybody give up Croft?" "No." "Son of a bitch is gonna get away with it." "Well, you did what you could, Frank." "No, I didn't." "I screwed it up." "Are you gonna be here later tonight?" "I'll be at the office." "Okay, maybe I'll stop by for a drink." "Major Crimes." "Patch me through to Sergeant Croft, please." "Hey." "Hello." "So, you're the detective that called me." "Yeah, I'm him." "Right." "I've seen you." "You were at the crime scene." "Yeah, that's correct." "And what's your interest in all of this?" "It doesn't matter." "The most important thing is I want to help you." "All right, I'm listening." "You would like Frank dead, wouldn't you?" "Well, let me put it this way..." "Frank is a loose end that I've got to take care of." "Yeah, that's what I thought." "Oh, by the way..." "Whoa, whoa!" "Hey, man!" "Hey, what is this?" "With your left hand, reach for the gun and take it out." "Do it." "Okay, okay, okay." "Slow, slow." "Now drop the clip." "Take all the bullets but one." "Okay, there we go." "Okay, now put the mag back." "Cock it." "No, no, no, you take the gun." "No." "This picture was taken 10 minutes ago." "Oh, no." "This is your young, lovely wife and two cute kids." "You leave my family alone." "That's why." "Take this gun." "Fine, fine." "I've got the gun." "Now put it in your mouth." "What?" "!" "In your mouth." "No." "Okay, take a look at the picture again." "You don't hurt them, okay?" "You want me dead, have the balls... kill me." "You don't hurt them!" "There's a guy in front of your house." "If I don't call him in two minutes, he's gonna kill your family." "He's gonna shoot your wife." "He's gonna shoot your kids." "Do you believe me?" "Why are you doing this?" "'Cause you're finished." "And I want you to understand this." "I want you to feel this." "Look, look..." "Police have arrested all the men that you hired to drive these Russian girls, and they gave you up." "No, they couldn't have given me up because no one knew my name." "Matthews told them because Matthews got big mouth, right?" "That's why you kill him?" "Where's the gun that killed Matthews?" "I have no idea." "90 seconds before this guy kills your family." "Okay." "The gun is in my house." "It's in the basement, alright?" "All right." "Good, fine, so you got what you want." "No, I didn't get what I want." "I want you to put this gun in your mouth." "No way." "Look at this!" "Come on!" "You have 60 seconds!" "Put the gun in your mouth." "Just hear me out." "I have an idea, all right?" "We can work this out!" "No, you can't." "I can!" "No more talking." "I'm telling you I..." "No more talking!" "This is the only way, and you understand this." "It's gonna happen, and you can't stop it." "Put the gun in your mouth." "Hey." "How you doing?" "Good." "How was work?" "Oh, good, good." "Work was good." "Tommy." "When?" "Guess it was meant to be." "Talk to you tomorrow." "Croft shot himself in the head." "Really?" "When?" "About an hour ago." "Well, it is over, then." "Looks that way." "Drink?" "Yeah, I can use one." "Well..." "Here's to all the pretty Russian girls who never made it home."