In the criminal justice system,
sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.
In New York City,
the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies
are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
You all right?
Did anyone see what happened?
Oh, my God. Does anybody have a blanket or something?
Did he get hit by a car?
I thought I heard a gunshot.
Anyone have a cell phone?
Sir. Sir, can you hear me?
Just hold on. The ambulance is coming.
Stay with me, pal.
Stay with me.
GSW to the left arm and into the chest.
Second one through the left shoulder.
Lost two pints of blood.
Clear Trauma Two!
I need O-Neg and an infuser.
I'll call the blood bank.
Gauze. Forceps.
Heartbeat, 220l180. BP, 150l100.
I need two more units of O-Neg.
I'm his partner.
Page x-ray!
Where's the anesthesiologist? He's on his way.
Fluids are in. Almost 254. We need another H and H.
Yes, there. Stand by.
The victim is a white female, late teens.
Took one to the head, and that's just for starters.
Deep lacerations to the neck and genital area.
Could be sexual sadism, or some kind of ritual.
So, the guy gets his jollies slicing her up,
then when he gets bored, he caps her?
You think that's perverse, I found saliva near the slash wounds.
The perp licked her? Yeah.
Sent the sicko's spit to the lab.
Okay. We got a name?
Uh, there's no ID. Got this cell phone.
Nothing but blocked and private calls. It's a proof sheet.
So, we've got a model or an actress here?
Oh, God. Look at this.
That's a hell of a place to keep a pet.
The perp whack the parakeet, too?
Maybe some kind of mob warning.
A dead bird can't sing.
I sure would like to know what kind of weapon made those neck wounds.
Teeth.
The blood smear from the victim's neck and genital wounds
shows aerobic gram-negative bacilli,
a bacteria commonly found in dog bites.
A stray must have gotten to her.
Shot, stabbed and now a chew toy.
And something else gnawed on her.
A rat? I don't know.
I found a foreign strain of bacteria I didn't recognize,
so I sent it to an animal DNA lab.
Should have the results back soon.
Okay. Anything else?
Just this.
Circle with an "S."
It's a VIP stamp from an after-hours club called Supple.
Michael Solano owns that place. The mobster.
Yeah, the club's a block away from the crime scene.
Somehow, that doesn't seem like a coincidence.
I'll show our victim's headshots to the top modeling agencies,
see if I can get an ID.
All right, I'm going to grab Fin. He knows the after-hour club scene.
That's good. Okay.
7:00 a. m. Don't these ladies ever sleep?
Probably more than you. Probably get more, too.
Somebody cooking bacon? I smell a pig.
Maybe you need your nose adjusted.
All right. You know her?
I hope you're not trying to set me up with her.
I'm in a committed relationship with two strippers.
She was found murdered down the street.
Execution style, half a block away.
We figured a mob scumbag like yourself would know something about it.
You figured wrong.
Think harder.
Your VIP stamp was on her hand.
Gentlemen, as hard as I try to know every pretty girl that comes in here,
I haven't seen her.
But Oscar probably has. He's my wrangler.
He keeps your club packed with hotties.
Where's Casanova now?
Probably waking up and getting ready to hit Boutique Row.
That's his happy hunting ground.
Thanks.
There's Oscar.
Larger than life and twice as sleazy.
Jesus. Lord, have mercy on my soul.
Hey, sweetheart, how about you? Baby?
Hey, down, boy.
Who the hell are you guys?
Yeah. What's the matter? I'm not pretty enough to get one of your cards?
"Oscar Assadorian, Talent Manager. "
You can't spell "Assadorian" without "ass," huh?
That what you sell?
Whoa, I'm no pimp.
No, you're a bottom-feeder.
You manage her?
Natalie Bleers. I introduced her around town.
Where does she live?
Nasty Flats.
Crash pad for models in Midtown.
Each key opens the door to an apartment filled with beautiful girls.
How you like me now? Even less than before.
Oscar, baby. Did you bring me any?
Cierre su boca, Regina.
I meant liquor.
That is why we love Oscar.
Because he gets us into all the best clubs and he gets us free drinks.
Yeah, we love Oscar, too.
Who decorated this place, a tornado?
Okay. It's hard to keep it clean with so many girls coming and going.
All right. When's the last time Natalie came and went?
I don't know. A couple of days ago.
Hey, if you see her, tell her I want that 50 bucks she owes me.
You'll be waiting on that a while. She's dead.
So, does that mean that I can have her clothes?
Sweet.
You two must have been close.
Bosom buddies.
Wait a minute. That's evidence.
Hey. Is this Natalie's phone? Yeah.
We already found one in her purse. What does a girl need two cell phones for?
I don't know, but she sure talked on it a lot.
Fin, come here. Only one number dials in or out.
Hello?
Guess they didn't want to talk.
You know, as long as your cell phone stays on, we can track them.
He's heading across 14th Street, El.
Roger that, Liv.
He just stopped.
He just went into Pounding Ezra Cafe.
Yeah. I know, but I don't care. It doesn't even matter.
Why did you hang up on me?
I don't even know you.
Tell us about your friend.
Friend?
First time I saw her was like a second ago.
Oh, really? Where?
There she is.
Dead girl walking?
You! Well, I'll pick up any shift...
Excuse me. What's your name? None of your business.
She look familiar to you? Who are you?
We're the police. Who are you?
Anna Bleers.
Oh, my God. Did something happen to my sister?
New York's been nothing but trouble since the day we got here.
Where you from?
Dunlow, West Virginia.
We came here to be models.
Boy, were we stupid.
One million dollars, payable to "Me. "
Natalie had one just like it.
We were going to cash them when we made it big.
Do you mind me asking how you got that?
We'd only been here a week, and some jerk in an SUV ran a red light.
So, now your twin had the only shot at making it.
That must have pissed you off.
I would never hurt Natalie.
She stood by me. She made me her manager.
We were a team.
So, why would you let her hang out with pimps and mobsters?
I tried to stop her, but Natalie liked attention, good or bad.
That's why I hung up on you when you called.
I thought it was this jerk, Gots, calling.
Who?
Gots Money. The hip hop artist.
Artist? Try chump. What was she doing with that loser?
She wouldn't tell me.
All she'd say is that there was going to be a big payday.
For what? I don't know.
Something was going on. She got so secretive.
So, that's why she had two phones?
One for legit calls and one for other business?
I guess. I begged Natalie not to hang out with him.
He scared the hell out of me.
He threaten her?
He said,
if she wasn't a nice pussy,
he'd let the cat out of the bag.
Please, my sister was all I had.
Gots did it. I know he killed my sister.
Hold up! You just wrecked my best tape!
I don't like people playing with my money, dawg.
Well, I don't like psychos cutting up women.
Hold up, I sing about the life.
I don't live that life no more.
Okay. So, where wasn't you living it last night?
Right here in the studio. Making that bank.
Everybody know, what do Gots got?
Gots Money!
Yo, yo. Now, how about Natalie Bleers?
You gots her?
I got a girl for every day of the week,
and that seems to be my freaky Friday bitch.
Last night was Friday. So, that sucks for you.
What happened? A nut from your nine cap her in the head?
I ain't killed nobody, and I ain't got no nine.
And besides that, that girl done seen more nuts than a can of Planters, so...
That's right! I had to kick that crazy bitch to the curb.
It was too much drama for a "hit it and quit it" brother such as myself.
Too much drama for you? Stabler.
And you're living out a movie right here,
with all your Pacino posters and this bling.
At least I got it. And I got something for you, too.
Be right there.
One of my ring tones, half price.
That's still too much money.
Playa, don't leave town.
It's Warner. She's got something for us.
Results came back on that foreign strain of bacteria.
She bit by a rat or the perp?
A tiger.
You're kidding.
Pasteurella multocida tigris.
Found only in a tiger's mouth.
If I had to make a guess,
I'd say it's probably Bengal or Sumatran.
Explains the slash marks.
Gots wasn't kidding when he threatened to let the cat out of the bag.
Attacked by a tiger in the city. That's a first.
Actually, it's not.
Four, five years ago,
a guy was mauled by a lion he was keeping in his apartment.
Who could be that stupid?
Gots Money had Scarface movie posters all over the place.
This is his CD cover.
Now, what is the first thing Scarface did after he struck it rich?
He bought a tiger. Gots is a wannabe.
He had to have one, too.
He set that tiger loose on Natalie.
And its saliva is all over her.
We need a search warrant.
Sorry, but no judge is gonna consider being a movie buff probable cause.
You ready for the next animal act in our circus?
Hope he's not a Crocodile Dundee fan.
Cyanopsitta spixii. Also known as Spix's macaw.
Extinct in the wild, only 100 left in captivity, and what do you know?
Matches the bird found in our victim's purse.
What was Natalie doing with it?
Smuggling. Look at the eyes. Perforated with tiny slits.
Why would a smuggler do that?
So it won't sing in changing light levels and give away the person carrying it.
Looks like Gots was using Natalie
to do a little importing for their big payday.
Well, he's not the only one.
Animals are the third most smuggled commodity in the world,
next to narcotics and guns.
It's a $20 billion a year business.
Must be how he's getting his money,
because he sure ain't making it with his music.
But as long as we're outside his front door, we can't make a case.
Maybe a judge will issue a warrant if there's a public health risk.
Weird germs live in a tiger's mouth.
Who knows what lives in the other end?
Yo, yo, yo!
What's Gots got?
Gots trouble. Warrant.
Where's the tiger?
Tiger. Oh! The tiger.
In the bedroom. Where else would he be?
What's up, pimps? You know how cold these nights can get.
Got to keep him warm.
Uh, no. Must have went for a walk.
Really?
Son of a bitch. You're under arrest.
Rocco's my pet. He never hurt anybody.
A turtle's a pet. A damn cat, maybe.
Okay. Here's how it went down.
Your tiger killed Natalie.
You panicked. You shot her in the head
to make it look like a hold-up, and then you dumped her.
My tiger? Ain't never hurt nobody. Mmm-hmm.
Oh, so, there's another tiger loose in the city,
and it mauled your girlfriend?
Must be.
You're an honest guy.
What you doing with my CD?
I picked it up and gave it a listen.
You rap about running a drug ring out of Brooklyn.
Damn straight. Well, it's funny.
I worked Narcotics in Brooklyn for 10 years,
and I never heard of your lying ass.
Okay.
I'm just a black guy from Westchester. I had two options,
get an office job or play the role.
I figured, you know, I act tough, cut me an album, maybe I can get rich.
In the meantime, you smuggle animals to support your bling habit.
Natalie figured out your scheme, wanted a piece of the action, and you did her.
No. She was just another pretty girl that I was banging.
Not so pretty now, is she?
Oh, man. Come on.
Can't face your handiwork?
Look, look, look.
On the real, she got me the tiger.
Well, that's a nice try.
That's how we met.
I was on eBay looking for a tiger.
She said she had the hookup.
I wasn't the smuggler, she was.
I need you two.
He was about to give it up.
Uh, no, he wasn't. He's on the level.
The tiger that killed Natalie? Not his. Come on.
Warner ran the DNA from the saliva found on the victim.
Doesn't match Gots' cat.
Damn. How many tigers we got roaming this city?
Doesn't matter. We can't let him off the hook
until he gives up the other smugglers.
Hold on a second. Let me get something out of my desk.
Who was Natalie working with?
I don't know.
Look, pal. We got you with a tiger and your girlfriend dead from a tiger attack.
Jury calls that guilty.
Money, you know how to play Getting the Dice?
No. Here's how it goes.
Your cellie rolls the dice. Nine.
That's how many days you get to play his girlfriend.
But I tell you what. You introduce me
to Natalie's friends in the smuggling world,
and I'll give you a break.
You don't get it. These guys are psycho.
The guy in charge most of all.
Like, I changed the locks after they left.
Mmm-hmm. Who's they? Names.
Look, dude. We gots enough to lock you away right now!
You'll be inside six months before you ever see trial.
That's a lot of dice rolling.
Will you look at that? I gots an 11.
Okay, okay.
The guy's name is Bushido. I can make a call.
But them boys will kill me if I show up with the cops.
Good thing I won't be one.
I told you these guys was for real.
They got tiger meat,
bush meat, monkey brains, albino cobras.
Anything you want.
Bushido? Tiger boy is here.
Hey, Bushido, this is Mike Kanicki,
U.S. Customs Agent that I told you about from JFK.
I don't return your messages,
so you just bring him to my warehouse?
No, no. I pushed him. I pushed him. I'm Mike.
Look, the deal is,
I've been smuggling ecstasy for the past couple of years,
and I'm just, you know, looking to make my next move.
Your next move is to get out of my face.
Okay.
My brother, Gots. What a guy.
Always looking out for others, yeah?
Hey, man. I was just trying to show you some love, you know?
Throw some business your way. That's it.
I don't like you, and I don't trust you.
I don't trust your friend, either.
Hey, man. We're cool, right?
Guess again.
Hey! Hey! Guys, look.
You want the access I got, just give me a call, okay?
And, Gots, when you're done being a punching bag, I'll meet you in the car.
Are you out of your mind?
Posing as a Customs Agent without clearing it with me first?
I got some tiger hair that links these scumbags to Natalie's murder.
How? DNA from the tiger
in this guy Bushido's warehouse
is identical to the saliva that we found off Natalie.
El, it's Kathy. She's been calling your line,
now she's calling mine, wants to know when you'll be back.
Tell her I'm in the field.
Okay. Kathy? Hey. He's still out.
Next time, you follow the chain of command.
These guys already have one body on them.
Who knows how many more?
I do. Brianna Kalke, Fish and Wildlife.
Word travels fast.
What can I do for you, Agent Kalke?
Get Detective Stabler to back off Bushido.
My agency's been working Bushido's crew for almost a year.
A young woman was sadistically murdered.
Look, I'm already in there.
Like a bull in a china shop.
How did you make my partner?
Let's say a little birdie told me.
Then we can't help. Murder trumps smuggling.
And 14 murders trumps one.
That's how many people Bushido has killed.
Well, a young woman's murder on my desk makes it personal to me.
Look, it doesn't matter who catches him, as long as he gets caught.
What can you give us on Bushido and Tybor?
Andre Bushido is Russian and Italian.
He used to traffic in young women,
but switched to animals because the money is just as good
and the penalty for getting caught half as bad.
Victor Tybor is an American-born Kenyan.
Former enforcer for the Albanian crime syndicate.
Before he hooked up with Bushido,
he was smuggling nuclear centrifuge parts from Belarus to Pakistan.
Why did they whack Natalie?
We think she may have gotten cocky.
Tried to make a little extra on the side, so Bushido took her out.
A call just came in to 911 from Gots Money's neighbor.
Said dogs were fighting in the apartment.
This guy is unbelievable.
Animal Control's on the way.
All right. I'm going to join them.
And I'll join you.
What the hell is that?
African hyena.
She's the last one. We already took four out of here.
Room's a mess. We're bringing another truck around.
Don't go near that thing.
You'd think somebody went off with a shotgun in here.
My guess, Bushido dropped by unannounced.
Hyenas are his calling card?
And his murder weapon.
The jaws are strong enough to pulverize bone.
They can eat and digest almost anything, except hair and metal.
You're telling me that thing killed Gots?
Check out the hyena vomit. He have a lot of bling?
So long, Gots. It's Bushido.
He wants me to meet him in an hour.
Hey. Sorry I'm late, man.
Traffic from the airport was a bitch.
That's funny. I just picked Lianna up from JFK. Roads were clear.
You must have just missed the 18-wheeler jackknifed on the Van Wyck, man.
Because it was bad.
Mike? Good to see you again.
Sorry about the last time.
I don't like people showing up unexpectedly.
Hey. You know, neither do I. You know.
Gots said it was cool.
No worries. Gots is all good now.
Please, sit.
Eat.
Enjoy.
We say, "Priyatnovo apetita. "
What the hell is that?
Radiated turtle eggs. Flew them fresh from Madagascar tonight.
Each one is worth five grand.
Lianna's our human incubator.
Is that how you do it? You get a pretty girl to get on a plane?
Yeah. Everybody wondering how she looks naked,
not if she's smuggling turtle eggs.
Must be tough finding beautiful women who risk getting caught.
Everybody loves money, Mike.
Problem comes when they get stupid.
The girl Lianna replaced? She was in here the other day.
She opened the tiger cage over here,
deciding she wanted to pet him.
Tiger tore her apart in two seconds.
Never seen that much blood before.
What happened to the tiger?
Tasty bugger, isn't he?
I never enjoyed tiger meat before.
Mike?
You would not believe what gets people off.
Crushed rhino horns, tiger penis, you name it.
I once sold a case of pit bull testicles to the KGB.
You want it, we deliver.
So, what do you need my help delivering?
A white-crested Hainan gibbon.
A monkey?
The rarest monkey in the world.
Only 17 left.
I'm bringing in a baby from Laos that will make me $1 million.
Why would someone want to pay a million bucks for a pet?
Chopsticks. We butcher the gibbon.
Whittle down the breastbone into the most expensive chopsticks money can buy.
For the man who has everything. Please, Mike.
All right. I'll tell you what. I've got access to the quarantine area
where they've got to bring the primates before they get in here.
Too risky. We need to get our guy off the plane
and right through Customs.
All right, hey. Customs. No problem.
You know? You give me the time, the date.
I'll walk the guy through holding his hand, if you want.
One step at a time, Mike.
Smuggling live animals is a lot tougher than bringing in drugs.
Any mule can swallow a condom of smack and crap it out.
Can't swallow a frigging monkey.
So, what do you want me to do?
You can start by handing over your wallet and your cell phone. Slowly.
Driver's license says you live in Queens.
Yep.
Let's go on a play date.
Elliot, where are you? You need to call me back now.
Oh.
Look, Eli. Daddy's finally home.
Where's Elliot?
He's not with me, Kathy.
Oh, God. Did something happen?
Just take it easy. Take it easy.
Oh.
This place is a dump. That stuff was clean, man.
Hey, guys. Why don't we relax?
We'll have some beers. The game is on in ten minutes.
What do you say?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here.
Don't talk to us like we're buddies.
Okay. Okay.
How stupid is your government?
They trust people like you to work Customs,
but they pay you like you're cleaning toilets.
So, you pay me better.
First, we check you out.
Then, we talk money.
Buddy.
He's okay. He's undercover.
And he knows that you're worried.
You lied to me on the phone.
I'm sorry. It just... It all went down so fast.
Too fast to call his family?
The rest of the house is clean.
You check the garage?
Yeah. Even found some old bills in the garbage.
Don't worry. I paid those.
Oh, I'm not worried.
You should be if you aren't who you say you are.
We're going to run them for sure.
Hey. Knock yourselves out, guys. Really.
Come sit.
You get the gibbon through Customs, you get five percent off the top, Mike.
All right.
From now on, I own your ass.
This watch has a GPS tracking device. Uh-huh.
Take it off, you're dead.
Only make calls with this phone.
Hey, Mike. We catch you making calls with any other phone? Dead.
You guys want to give me a special toothbrush, too?
We're going to be moving that gibbon soon. We're going to contact you.
Go to work. Come home. Nothing else.
No visitors, no calls, no nothing.
No problem.
Don't you think you should sleep on it,
before you make such a huge decision?
I did.
But I can't take this anymore.
Where are you going?
I don't know. Does it matter?
He won't call.
He would if he could.
Kathy, I will make sure that he does.
Are you crazy? They could have somebody watching the place.
Elliot. We lost contact with you. I had to come.
Why aren't you answering the cell phone we gave you?
Because they took it, along with my wallet.
There was nothing I could do about it.
Okay, so take mine, and hide it somewhere.
And that way, I'll tell Cragen that you have it.
All right. Tell Kathy, too.
I just saw her. Is she mad?
She's worse than mad. And I can't say that I blame her.
Well, Liv, what the hell am I supposed to do?
Tell the bad guys I've got to get home for diaper duty?
You go undercover again and don't tell Kathy,
you'll be safer here than home. Call her.
Mike! Come on, Mike! Let us in!
That's them. That's them. Okay.
Let us in! Here. Take this.
Take this. I know you're in there! Mike?
Hey...
Who were you just talking to?
What? Who were you talking to?
Nobody.
You wearing ladies' panties, too?
Hey.
Mmm. Are you ready for me, Daddy?
Oh, didn't know we were having a party.
That's going to be $100 to watch, $250 to join. Each.
A guy's got to eat, huh?
You got good taste. I'll give you that.
Get her out of here.
Why so tense?
Um...
Not tonight.
Well, guess what? You still got to pay.
Come on. Get going.
Can I at least get dressed?
Yeah.
Fine.
Call the guy.
Tell him when the gibbon comes in, we go straight to Dock 32.
You get dressed, too. You're coming with me.
Women, huh?
Can't live with them, can't sell them.
I sold women for ten years. Great business.
But Europe is changing.
Yeah.
Look, Mike, what gives?
I say no calls, you ring up some bimbo.
Yeah. I say no visitors, the bimbo comes over.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You know. I mean, a guy's got needs.
But I want to let you know it's not going to happen again.
In this business, you can never be too careful.
You've got to pay more attention next time, Mike.
Why are we stopping?
Go inside and grab the cage.
What? Here?
Yeah.
Hey. Knock twice on the door.
Oh, and, Mike? Yeah.
Take this with you.
Oh, my God.
Did he get hit by a car?
I thought I heard a gunshot.
Anyone have a cell phone?
Sir. Sir, can you hear me?
Just hold on. The ambulance is coming.
Stay with me, pal.
Stay with me. Just hold on.
Detective Olivia Benson, Manhattan SVU.
We have an officer down at the corner of Clarence and Queens Avenue.
I repeat, we have an officer down.
Elliot? Elliot, can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Elliot.
Doctor. How is he?
One bullet went through and through,
missed vital organs. Extracted the other lodged in his bicep.
So, you think he'll make a full recovery?
He's already asked to go home. Twice.
You're supposed to duck.
You were supposed to leave.
Well, when my partner hangs out with scumbags,
I like to stick around, see what happens.
Thanks.
How are we playing it?
Cragen leaked a story to the news.
Customs Agent shot and killed running by his house.
Probably a robbery.
So, what happens with Bushido and Tybor?
We're about to pay them a visit.
Police! We have a warrant!
Left clear!
Right clear!
We're clear. No sign of your guys.
Elliot said they kept half the Bronx Zoo in here.
Where the hell did they take the animals?
And what are you going to feed them?
You can't just feed a tiger a bowl of Kibbles 'n Bits.
Couple of hundred pounds of deer meat.
Can't get that at your local market.
But I bet you can at Bifero Stock and Feed.
With the exception of the circus,
these guys were my best clients.
Well, what do you know about them? Not much.
A standing order for 2,000 pounds of sika deer meat and an address.
You delivered truckloads of meat to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?
Yeah. So?
And you didn't think that was strange?
If I was a thinker, I wouldn't be selling animal food for a living.
How did they pay their bill?
Credit card.
Got a hit on the credit card number.
Last purchase, one-way ticket from Jakarta.
JFK, lands in a couple of hours.
I already have clearance from TSA and Customs.
We'll grab the smuggler when he gets off the plane.
What about Tybor and Bushido?
Told you he wouldn't take a day off.
You owe me 50 bucks. Elliot, the doctor said take a week.
I want to finish this.
Baby gibbon's too expensive to risk over-sedating it,
so our guy will either have it on his person or in his carry-on.
So, we look for something squirming.
Or a guy in a big hat.
Bushido told me that's how they brought in their last baby gibbon.
Elliot, on the left. Check out the guy with the magic basketball.
Liv, guy in the green jumpsuit.
Kobe from Jakarta.
Monkey's in the basketball.
Okay. I'm on it.
Mr. Kuan, you have something for us?
Gentlemen, one million dollars.
You now own one of only 17 gibbons left in the world.
Soon to be 16.
Police! Don't move! Get on the ground!
I got Bushido! I got Tybor!
Please run. Please.
Tybor!
Shoot me! Shoot me, you coward!
I'd rather see you in a cage.
Me in a cage? Are you crazy?
Kill me now! Because when I get out, your family is dead. Dead!
When you get out?
I got news for you. You ain't never getting out.
Help me!
I need a bus and a jump team at Kuan Industrial, now!
You're the hooker.
I'm a cop.
And you and Bushido shot my partner.
I'm a cop, too.
You're a lying scumbag.
I swear it's true.
I've been working undercover for a year! Prove it.
I work with Agent Kalke.
Who do you think told her about Stabler?
How do you think we got to your office?
I've got a wire in my belt buckle.
Pull me up and I'll show you.
Look. I wish I could have been there for your partner.
It's over. Not for me.
My real target is the prison gang that's running the smuggling ring.
Bushido's just one rung on the ladder.
I need a high-profile conviction to infiltrate.
Thank you.
Let's go.
Feeling better? You're a dead man, Mike! Dead!
Nowhere you can hide! I'll find you! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I'll kill you! You already killed me once.
You're a dead man, Mike! Dead!
What?
He's a cop.
Dirty?
Undercover.
You want me to call your family?
My family's gone.
Lost them a long time ago.
This life proved too much for them.
I've got him. I've got him, baby.
What's the matter? What's the matter?