RUSSELL: 13 bodies, all female.
11 white, two Asian-looking.
All between the ages of maybe 20, 30. All very dead.
-From Eastern Europe, probably. -So this is, what, an accident?
Your air pipe's up top, crushed, probably during the off-load.
So, yeah, accidental, probably. But that's his call, right?
-Doctor. -Frazier.
Hey, how are we doing here?
-How are we doing? -I mean, what are we doing?
What's the plan with all this?
-Your first death investigation, Officer...? -Russell.
-Yeah, first and onliest. -You got 13 for the price of one.
We're gonna start cutting this afternoon. Any identification should come through my office.
What identification? So far, we don't have a passport or visa in the bunch.
Whatever you find in this luggage, send it over or they're all going to the Anatomy Board as Jane Does.
Who's the investigating agency?
If they were alive, they'd be illegals. That would mean Immigration.
-They're dead so they're cargo. -But no contraband.
Nothing that's a Customs violation.
-They're dead on Port Authority property. -Yeah.
-That's a State thing. -We'll eat it.
If it's accidental, then it's just about IDs on these stowaways, right?
Good enough for me, brother.
No reason to open a full case folder that I can see.
-Wait, you CID guys are rolling out on this? -No crime, no investigation.
All you've got right here, Officer Russell, is a lot of paperwork.
[SIGHS]
And then there was one.
When you walk through the garden You gotta watch your back Well, I beg your pardon Walk the straight and narrow track If you walk with Jesus He's gonna save your soul You gotta keep the devil Way down in the hole He's got the fire and the fury At his command Well, you don't have to worry If you hold on to Jesus' hand We'll all be safe from Satan When the thunder rolls We just gotta keep the devil Way down in the hole
Down in the hole
Down in the hole
Gotta help me keep the devil Down in the hole
[MEN SPEAKING GREEK]
-You don't have to do this. -No?
-Anything you'd say, I already said to Spiros. -You called him a Greek assh*le?
-You think we wanted this? -I don't know what the f*ck you people want.
All I know is I got a can full of young girls suffocating to death on my docks.
-This was a mistake. -A mistake?
They f*ckin' d*ed in that can while this stupid son of a bitch sat with his d*ck in his hands.
-You know nothing. -We understand you're upset, Frank.
We're upset, too. Sergei was supposed to wait for a friend to come off the boat.
Our friend was supposed to tell us that there was no problem.
-No Customs. -He did not come off the boat.
-Why the f*ck not? -We're trying to find out. We don't know.
You don't get the right message so these girls die on my docks?
This is how it goes? On my docks, this happened!
I understand how you feel. We're upset, too. Everybody's upset. Nobody here wanted this.
Uncle Frank, they're saying it wasn't on purpose.
You could've told me there were girls in that f*cking can so I didn't shove them back in the stacks like I did.
Why didn't you tell me what was in that m*therf*cking can?
Now you want to know what's in the cans?
Before you wanted to know nothing, now you ask.
g*ns, OK?
-dr*gs, whores, vodka, BMWs. -[SERGEI LAUGHS]
Beluga caviar or bombs maybe. Hm?
-Bad t*rrorists with big nuclear bombs. -Whoosh!
I'm kidding you, Frank, it's a joke.
But you don't ask... because you don't want to know.
The next time the Greek's got something breathing in them cans, I need to know it.
Uh-uh. Give him a couple of days, you know?
[SPEAKS GREEK]
-So Roberto been caught? -Yep, DEA got him in New York.
Now this sh*t makes some sense.
The money we sent for the last go-round came back.
Damn, they ain't gonna touch us now?
Dominicans are running scared, acting like we the problem.
Roberto won't see us. Stringer had to go to the lawyer up there.
They saying they have to be sure before they get back with us.
-You only got seven years... -So they think I'm a snitch?
They ain't saying they think it. They just don't know how the Feds got to Roberto.
-So we on the outside. -Yep.
Look... we hanging onto them projects with scraps.
Avon, you gotta have somebody for us.
A friend in Atlanta own a rim shop, name of Vargus.
Have String fly down there tomorrow to meet him.
You seen D'Angelo lately?
He on the J-tier, you know what I mean? It's very difficult for me to get over there.
So you ain't checking on him and Donette's out and about.
-I don't know what's what. -What's up with Donette?
-I leave messages, she ain't calling back. -She ain't had her ass down here regular.
We need to tighten sh*t up. She should be bringing his son by every week.
-Yeah, I'm gonna put Stringer on that, too. -After all he has done for us, Dee needs to be cared for, Avon.
-Promises were made. -I know.
He took the 20, he ain't complaining, but he is carrying a lot of weight for this family.
We keeping him close. Dee being cold toward me right now.
-He in here trying to make adjustments. -Adjustments?
Brianna, you know damn well I ain't gonna let sh*t happen to him, right?
-You got these off the boat? -What, in winter?
In a couple of months. Fringe benefit. Can't catch crabs in Homicide, right?
Except the occasional emergency room nurse every now and again.
-Whoo. Need some air in here. -Leave it, leave it, leave it.
I don't need the hassle if Rawls comes past.
You're not the run-of-the-mill kind of assh*le.
-You're the special kind of assh*le. -I'm special, all right.
How long did it take you to figure out the tide took that girl over the county line?
-Three hours. -Three hours.
With your harbor maps and tide tables. Just to stick Rawls with an extra body.
Never mind that you f*cked Cole with a stone whodunnit.
-That's collateral damage. -Yeah?
You gonna waste that crab gut?
You're a p*ssy, besides, Jimmy.
Mm.
[SIGHS]
We, uh... we need Omar, Jimmy.
You see this?
-13 girls? -Yeah, I heard about it.
-Who caught it? -It ain't ours.
Port police has jurisdiction over Patapsco.
Ain't gonna be a m*rder either so who gives a f*ck?
Jimmy, I ain't got no case on Bird unless that crazy m*therf*cker Omar testifies.
You hear me? It's time you showed Bunk the love.
-You want love, you come and sit on my lap. -sh*t.
This m*therf*cker tells me the Customs seal got broke on the dock and I'm responsible.
Can you f*cking believe that? I seen it on the crane, the seal's already broke.
-Who got to it? -The crew probably, some g*dd*mn seaman.
-What was it? -Vodka, I think.
I ain't saying we didn't squeeze a case or two, but, f*ck it, the can was already open.
I didn't come to the union hall today on no bread truck.
I swear, Frank, we grabbed a couple of cases at the end.
-After all them sailors damn near r*ped it. -Couple of cases?
Yeah, it was... four, yeah.
-What the f*ck is up with the police? -What?
They're stroking tickets on every f*cking car.
"Rear tag not entirely visible"?
-You got the tow bar set high. "Emergency access blocked." You kidding?
We've been parking this side of the building since f*cking ships had sails.
Come on, pal, what the f*ck?
-It ain't me, it's my boss. -Who's your boss?
-Valchek, Southeast District. -Stan Valchek?
The District Commander, yeah.
That sawed-off piece of sh*t. Why's he f*cking with us?
Whatever it's about, you definitely got the man's attention.
Word comes down from my lieutenant, we're to ride past your union hall twice a day and paper cars.
-You work for a gaping assh*le. -More than one, actually.
We're not gonna put up with this sh*t, we'll go downtown.
Take it all the way to the mayor's office, I can't blame you, but leave me out of it.
It's chain of command.
I gotta live with the son of a bitch, too, right?
-You can't tell me this place ain't clean. -You talk when I say you can.
PRISONER: Turnkey! f*ck you all!
Who told you to decorate, n*gg*r?
PRISONER: Turnkey!
Cell looks f*cked-up to me. What you calling clean?
-Man, I ain't done sh*t. -Don't say that to me, m*therf*cker!
Pets, too?
No, you see, they plastic. They got little motors and all, man.
Clean this sh*t before lock-down.
That's four in a row, bitch!
PRISONER: Turnkey!
Wait here, this won't take long.
What do you want? He's an E-rate, you're a G.
He wants the ship, he gets it. Seniority, Mimms. Ain't no union without it, brother.
-Your sweetheart's out there. -Who?
I gotta go, Mimms. I got to.
-Kind of empty in here. -Everyone's working.
-You getting the message? -Message?
I had people working on a window for the nave up St. Casimir's since Easter, you know that?
I took money from half a dozen people, told them where it was gonna go.
-You tell Father Lewandowski? -I was gonna surprise him.
Yeah, you surprised everybody. Now there's one window too many.
Here's the thing, Father Lew says he could take another window in the rectory on the second floor.
-Good for you. -No, good for you, Frank.
If you don't want my finger in your eye, you'd better do what's right here.
What's right, huh?
What's right would be for you to come here like a decent human being and ask a common courtesy, but that's not you, it's not your way.
My old man said you were a half-ass punk over at Holy Redeemer as a kid.
My sister said you were a pain in the ass at them CYO dances where girls wouldn't look at you.
Damn near everyone said, when you got your badge, it was too much for anybody named Valchek to have a patrolman's drag.
Sure enough, you've been an official assh*le every day since.
[SPITS]
f*ck you! And your window!
-Where are you gonna be? -I'm gonna find some lunch somewhere.
-Give me an hour, yeah? -Yeah.
-Hey. What the f*ck is this? -A knot.
Why don't you just do bunny ears?
So what else we got?
Medics, clothes, bedroll, that's it.
-Here's a letter, though. -A letter? What language?
Who knows? Same backwards-ass writing, though.
That's like Russian or something, I'm telling you.
I know. Can't figure the name or the address, but the stamp says "Magyar" on it.
-Where's Magyar? -What the hell do I look like, Rand McNally?
Hey. Which detective caught all the dead girls?
-Detectives? They're at the bar already. -These yours?
They chalked it up as an accidental and dumped the paperwork on us.
She found them, she writes on it.
-I'm McNulty, City Marine Unit. -Beatrice Russell.
-Got any IDs yet? -No visas or passports.
A few scraps of paper, but nothing to make sense of.
Russian alphabet on most of it. You just curious?
-Yeah. -Why?
Day before yesterday, I fished out a Jane Doe near the bridge.
No missing person report filed.
We got 14 bedrolls and 13 bodies.
-Mine was a m*rder. -m*rder? You're kidding me.
We got some photos if you wanna take a look.
I called down the morgue. They say the dental work isn't local.
Overseas, they think.
-That your girl? -Think so. She looks better here.
-You got her in the water out by the bridge? -0900 hours, by the Fort Armistead dock.
Why would a m*rder*d girl be in the water and the rest suffocating in a can?
-What went wrong? -Air pipe up top got crushed.
Happened when cargo shifted around, most likely.
They had cargo up front of the container with a false back after 25 feet.
You had cartons stacked in front, but a tight passage to a small door in the false wall.
Opens from the outside only.
-They're in here the whole trip? -Probably not.
Once they're at sea, usually someone in the crew is in on it, you know, a shepherd.
He lets them out to eat, move around, use the bathroom, whatever.
They were clawing at the wall for air. That's what the medical examiner said, anyway.
-Where's the air pipe? -That's the hole. Pipe's up top.
-You get a lot of stowaways? -Some.
Usually it's Customs or INS that finds them.
Most are Dominicans or Haitians or from that part of the world, anyway.
-Not so much from Europe? -A bit more since 9/11, actually.
I think because people can't get in on visas anymore like they used to. There you go.
Usually, the shepherd tries to put a can like this on bottom of the stack so they can pop it and the girls walk out on the floor of the hold.
Where was this one?
-Look. -What?
-That look right to you? -What do you mean?
-You said you were with the Marine Unit? -Yeah.
What does the Marine Unit have to do with dead girls in a can?
Not a thing.
-What do you want me to do? -You can go to Father Lew.
Ask him to give Sobotka back his money. Switch the windows, maybe.
You ever in your life seen a priest give money back?
The guy pays for a window, he gets a window.
-I thought you had suction. -At City Hall and in Annapolis, I got suction.
But who but the Pope has any drag with the cardinal? Get over it.
-How the f*ck's he get that kind of money? -Now, that's a good question.
I mean, the whole IBS can't have 1,500 guys left in this town and there ain't a hundred checkers.
They got the car ships coming in.
That roll-on/roll-off cargo's keeping them afloat.
[BOAT HORN]
-That's all they got? -Pretty much.
Past six months, IBS hired Bruce DiBiago's people to lobby for them down in Annapolis.
They've been good with political contributions.
-Throwing around a lot of cash. -How can they?
You tell me. DiBiago does not come cheap.
-This is real money we're talking. -You know what I think?
I think Francis Sobotka's into some dirt.
You're the cop, not me.
The Grainery?
So I hear Burrell's gonna be the next police commissioner.
Yeah, I've seen worse.
If it's crushed by another container, it should've been one movement.
Two if something shifts, then shifts back.
This looks like someone's been pounding on it in a bunch of spots. See?
Before I rule it, I wanna go down with a metallurgist to be sure.
But, yeah, from the look of it, you just bought yourself 13 homicides.
Congratulations.
If the commissioner goes to Washington, it's you, right?
That's for the Mayor to decide. I'd have to clear the council, too.
If the Mayor wants you, that's not a problem.
You been around as long as me, you make a few enemies.
The First District guys? They're not gonna start nothing.
-They're pushing Shipley. -See, that's r*cist.
You know, it personally offends me that anybody would reach down past you to elevate some colonel just because he happens to be white.
Know what I'll do? I'm gonna phone my friends at the Hall.
That'll bring the First District in line.
That's very kind. What, if anything, is there that I can do for you, Major Valchek?
[BOTH LAUGH]
Funny you should ask. I need a detail.
CID people mostly, though I can spare some bodies out of my district.
What for?
Some guys in the Southeast are showing a lot of money.
-Port guys, longshoremen. -IBS?
I'm not talking about going after the union.
Just a couple of guys in one local that look fat.
dr*gs, maybe, or the usual thieving.
-Frank Sobotka. You heard the name? -No.
I'm not saying the problem even goes past him.
-What's he to you, Stan? -To me?
Hmm.
He's an assh*le.
Six men for six weeks. Rawls will pick them.
You ordered more than you ate.
It's cold out here.
Cedric, I shouldn't have brought it up again. I'm sorry.
You're right. You're always right.
I'm just saying you have to be realistic.
You did what you did and now you are where you are.
In the basement.
If they buried you any deeper, you'd be under the damn building.
-Burrell won't be there forever. -Burrell will be the next police commissioner.
And you know it. But you've got the law degree.
With your police experience, half a dozen firms would think you're a prize.
You've got options.
-Just because they don't... -You're right, you're right.
I'll put in my papers.
-Who wants breakfast? -Christ, it's about time.
Luckie's was closed. I had to go to the metro.
Hope he got the brown eggs.
I thought Mutt'd be working North Point today. He like them RO-RO ships.
His wife is having some kind of operation. He gave back his hours.
-Who got them? -New Charles works for Mutt.
Yo, Zig. You working today?
No. Came here to have breakfast with you duper-faced fucks.
Most important g*dd*mn meal of the g*dd*mn day, right?
-Set them up, Dolores, Zig is thirsty. -That's right, I'm thirsty.
You know what? Bottoms up, you ugly whores.
-Yo, Nick. -What's up?
Come here.
-I got a line on something. -Oh, yeah?
-You know White Mike from down Curtis Bay? -Yeah.
-He's gonna stake me to a package. -A package?
Dope, Nicky, dope.
I got work today.
I'll make as much money not working, see what I'm saying?
-So why the f*ck you coming to me? -I want you to come in on it with me.
You bring a little cash, my man might give us a bigger package.
We turn it around, we both get paid.
Ship's in, gentlemen.
-f*ck that sh*t, Zig. -Time to work.
Oh...
-Nicky, come on, man. -All right I ride with you?
Will you think about it?
Dolores, can I get another sh*t?
[SOUL ON RADIO]
[WHISTLE]
-What's up? -DWI checkpoint.
Step out of the car for a Breathalyzer.
Who the... It's eight in the g*dd*mn morning.
Who the... who the f*ck gets drunk at eight in the morning?
Sir.
Bill, I'm not arguing that the jurisdiction's not technically ours.
Patapsco's Port Authority property. The Port Police have jurisdiction.
-That's not in dispute here. -Good.
They're not equipped for a death investigation.
You dump 13 bodies on them, you're dumping them on us.
MSP is gonna have to pick up that slack, overburdened as we are.
Robbie, I have fought and scratched and clawed for four months to get my clearance rate up above 50% and right now it stands at exactly 51 .6%.
Do you know what my clearance rate will be if I take 13 whodunnits off your hands? 39.4%.
-Bill, like I told you... -We did not get to be colonels by being complete f*cking idiots, right?
[LAUGHS]
Robbie, you poor bastard, you look like you need a cup of coffee.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[SIGHS OF RELIEF]
That's what I'm talking about.
Whoo!
The man is a god.
[SOUL ON RADIO]
-Yo, big chief. -Hmm.
Gotta get him back to maximum security by six, all right?
Yeah. Come on in, man.
Sit down. Fix yourself something to eat.
-No, man, I ain't hungry, I ate. -What?
-No. -You crazy? This is good sh*t, man.
-Better get in this. -No.
Look, man... if he tearing your room down, man, we keep bringing more stuff in.
It's gonna get so he can't tear it down fast enough.
He f*cked with my fish though, I don't... He ain't have to go there, man.
-What's up with this m*therf*cker? -Remember Ladontay?
Burner from over the Poe Homes? Caught him at Carver parking lot after school?
-We did that? -Tilghman was Ladontay's cousin.
He found out I ate the charge, he busting my chops.
Ladontay? I can't even remember that one.
You need a score card to keep up with your lethal ass.
Avon, he fixing to stay in my sh*t.
Listen, I'm gonna talk to him, all right? I'm gonna set it straight. All right?
-What's his name again? -Tilghman. He work the day shift on J-tier.
-I seen him around. -Man, all these CO's are fronting and sh*t.
You got guards bringing your meals in.
This punk m*therf*cker Tilghman acting righteous, but he bringing sh*t in here, steady slinging on the side.
Don't fret. All right?
It's nothing. I'm gonna take care of it.
The city won't take it?
It's Port Authority property. State jurisdiction.
So it's MSP out of Pikesville.
The case needs real m*rder police.
-You just wanna f*ck Rawls, don't you? -Absolutely. What can you give me?
-This is about f*cking over your boss? -If they don't eat the cases, then you will.
-What do you need? -First, how big was the false compartment?
13 by 7 by 7.
OK, we got 13 adult females breathing at a normal to elevated rate.
That's 0.25 liters of oxygen per minute...
Per victim.
-He's a doctor? -State Bureau of Mines.
-Minds? -Mines.
Officer Tilghman. Officer Tilghman, I was wondering if I could parlay with you.
-Barksdale, right? -Yeah.
-I want to know if you can help me... -No.
-Pardon me? -I said no, m*therf*cker.
Off the steps.
What the f*ck are you up to now?
You're deep into somebody's sh*t, McNulty. I can tell.
[LAUGHS]
This is bullshit.
Those computations were confirmed by the Medical Examiner's office.
They're accurate for time of death to within a three-hour window.
-So you say. -Your Marine Unit man did the measurements.
I happen to know my Marine Unit man intimately.
He is, without a doubt, the most swollen assh*le in American law enforcement.
I am not eating 13 murders. No, sir.
If they were dead when the container hit the dock, they were m*rder*d on board ship.
That means Baltimore County or Anne Arundel on the other side of the bridge.
If they're further down the bay, you fellows with Coast Guard can take it.
This is not a City problem.
Talk amongst yourselves. One of you is taking this case home.
No, Bill, the Atlantic Light passed the Key Bridge at 2300 hours and laid up at anchor, 2,000 yards off Patapsco until 0600, when it docked.
-By the map, that's Baltimore City. -That put the ship in your jurisdiction for the three-hour window for the time of death.
Bill, you look like you could use a good cup of coffee.
Yo! Mikey. What's up?
-No. -No, what?
No f*cking way, you rat-faced piece of sh*t, you f*cked up the last two packages.
Mikey, look, man, that wasn't me.
You got money, you can buy a little weight. You got no money, go f*ck yourself.
-Mike, I thought we was friends. -Did you f*ck up the last two packages?
-Sort of. -Are you b*at to sh*t?
-No. -Take a walk, my friend.
-What's up, man? -What's up, playboy?
That thing in Atlanta, it's settled for now. So we got that, you know.
Good, but I ain't called you down for that.
We got a CO in here with some bullshit.
-Who? -Name is Tilghman.
He kin to that boy that Wee-Bey dusted down over in that school lot.
He can't let go of that sh*t.
-Tilghman, huh? -Right.
Listen, Brianna reminded me, man. We got promises we got to keep.
I know, I heard.
You need to get with Dee's girl. Have her bring that young 'un down here regular.
-She need to step up and do her f*cking part. -All right.
How's Dee taking it?
He gonna do what need to be done, man, know what I'm saying?
Dee need a little help now and again, but...
He not out of reach or nothing like that, right?
-No, nothing like that. -You sure?
-He's carrying a lot of weight for us, man. -Stringer, he's family, man.
All right? He's family.
Come on, Jimmy. Take it to the head, baby.
-Come on. -Tell her you were first in line.
-That's it. -There it is.
-One more, baby. -There you go.
-That's enough. -No, no, no, no.
You gotta do all 14 of them bad boys!
One for every member of the deer family you gave to Cole.
Here's to Ray Cole, a fine detective and a goodly man.
Hear, hear!
Jimmy, the look on Jay Landsman's face - he nearly f*cking cried!
And Rawls!
Rawls, I swear to God, the man stayed in his office all day.
All afternoon. He just stayed there with the door closed.
-Careful, you're giving me an erection! -Come on, now.
m*therf*cker, you have outdone yourself this time. sh*t!
You ain't never coming back from this, you know that.
Lester, what the f*ck can they do to me they haven't done? I'm riding the g*dd*mn boat.
f*ck it, I don't give a sh*t. Here's to Jane Doe 13.
All right.
11 more years of whatever bullshit they throw at me.
I'm gonna put in my papers, take the pension and walk.
Yeah.
11's a long time to be on the shelf.
Tell me about it, Mr. 13 Years.
And four months.
f*ck it.
They can chew you up, but they gotta spit you back out.
-14. -He did it.
-f*ck. -Whoa!
m*therf*cker, I ain't picking up that sh*t.
Go that way, go that way. Go that way.
-Hey, man, anybody still in there? -They're keeping La-la.
He had an old warrant on him.
-For what? -I don't know. Some traffic sh*t, man.
The bondsman's inside trying to get it all figured out.
Man, what the f*ck was this all about, anyway?
-Jerking us around. -It's a beef I got with a police boss.
-Charlie Valchek's little pissant brother. -You gotta get that taken care of, man.
-I mean, this sh*t is out of hand. -I'm gonna take care of it.
-Hey, y'all need a lift? -Yeah.
-I'll see you. -All right, talk good.
That runt wants a w*r, he's got one.
Not supposed to be talking, anyway.
-Bunk, Lester. -Yeah?
-You two winners are on the Jane Does. -What? We're not up, Jay.
We caught that double in Pimlico last week.
Cole's gonna take the double. You two got p*ssy in a can.
Jay, that ain't right.
You know what ain't right?
Our squad has a negative clearance rate for the year. A negative rate.
Now, I'm not saying Ray Cole isn't a good detective, but I need those 14 cases to go black so I got my best people on it.
Ray!
Lay it on them.
Name and number of the port cop who processed the scene.
And the best of luck to you in all your future endeavors, Detectives.
m*therf*cker.
Beatrice Russell. Is she pretty, at least?
Last night you were too drunk to f*ck. Today you're too hung over.
What's the most useless thing on a woman?
-What? -A drunken Irishman.
Mmm.
But you're not really Irish, are you?
I had 14 sh*ts of Jameson. How's that for green?
You're green, all right.
You're also an idiot. Who has 14 sh*ts?
You're a child, McNulty.
Ow. Come here.
Come here, come here.
Show up at two in the morning again without invitation, I will call the cops.
Why would you wanna do that?
Jimmy.
Am I your girlfriend? No. Your wife? No. Your soul mate? No.
What the f*ck am I, Jimmy?
We're good together.
Answer the question.
I've been honest with you. My wife wants to put it back together again, I'm gonna go for it.
You know, what with the kids and all.
[GROANS] You got any Aspirin?
For Christ's sake, Ronnie, I'm dying in here.
[TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT]
[ENGINE STARTS]
A real police department would have an elevator.
So are you Russell? Bunk Moreland. Lester Freamon.
I'm still on hold with the Coast Guard, Delaware River detachment.
-What do we know? -Atlantic Light is in Philly, heading for Port of Elizabeth tonight. I'm trying to get them to hold her.
-Anyone from your CID working this? -Nope.
There was an argument over jurisdiction and your colonel made everybody mad.
-All you get is me. -Still on hold?
We can call this in from the road.
You with City Homicide? You must know Jimmy McNulty.
Yeah, he's dead to us.
-Gentlemen, make yourselves at home. -I've seen worse.
Leased by the Highway Authority, but we can use it for an off-site.
-Furnace work? -It does. And the phone lines.
You'll need window units if you're here come summer, but somehow I got a feeling that you gents will put together a case quicker than that.
Now, this here is my district investigator, Roland Pryzbylewski.
Kid's a prodigy. Anything you need from me, you go to him.
Gentlemen, the target is Frank Sobotka and anyone Frank Sobotka does his dirt with.
Roland will fill you in on the details. Good hunting.
So, who signs the overtime slips?
[LAUGHTER]
Son of a bitch. You are a f*cking thief! This is where our taxes go!
-I do good work. -Let's get it on the f*cking can.
Horseface, you son of a bitch!
Christ, I'm gonna bust the only nut I got left.
Come on, boys. Ain't no heavier than the pallets we usually handle.
Finishing touch, boys.
Bon voyage.
-There she goes. -There she goes.
This area's restricted. Yes, sir, no problem.
-Amir, Amir, why don't we sail? -They're holding the ship.
-Who? -Coastguard, the Americans.
Why?
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SHOUTS]
f*ck, Sergei, you almost break my hand!
Bring him up!
[SHOUTS]
-Have a good day, Officer. -OK, I'll see you.
Yo. Yo, yo.
[SNORTING]
-Get up in there. -Last call before lock-down.
All right.
Make it snappy now.
-How do you like that? -It's good, baby, it's beautiful.
Smooth.
-Nice? -Most def, man.
Man, watch your back, be good, baby.
-What up, man? -Yeah, he left that in here.
-Hm? -It's his.
-How you doing? -All right.
Yeah?
Me and you gonna need to talk.
[BUZZER]
-Who's on board? -38 in the crew.
14 Yemeni, eight Sri Lankan.
There are five Filipinos and the rest are from here, there, and back again.
Anybody speak English?
With what you're asking them about, I'll be amazed if any of them manages a word.
-Where's your captain? -At the Coast Guard office.
Angry because we're due on a New Jersey pier tomorrow.
Ain't gonna make it.
I gotta tell you, every day that you hold us costs the shipping agent $100,000.
-The Atlantic Light is a huge enterprise. -The Atlantic Light is a crime scene.
SERGEI: Don't try to play tough guy.
I'm not the one getting my ass kicked.
Talk to me!
Tell me what I need to know.
-[GROANS] Please. -Get him up.
[GROANING]
-Talk about the girls. -No girls, nothing.
No English.
You no speak English, but you know how to run.
Why you run from ship, huh?
[SPEAKS GREEK]
-What the f*ck that supposed to mean? -[REPEATS SENTENCE]
Ahh.
They got him in Philadelphia.
He jumped when the Coast Guard was gonna hold the ship.
-What is he? -Sergei says he looks like an Arab.
He don't know nothing.
But you kept hitting him anyway.
Get his clothes.
Fuma?
Hm?
If you don't mind, I'm gonna have one.
Você fala português?
Farsi?
Come on, let's talk.
-No English. -Tell me what happened to the girls.
No... no English.
No speak.
What, then? What do you speak?
Come on, talk to me, friend.
[SPEAKING GREEK]
Turkish, huh?
You got that little hook on your nose.
Don't worry, patrioti.
I got nothing against the Turks. That's the old world. This is the new.
[SPEAKS GREEK]
-Sam. -Sam.
-I don't know nothing about... -You know.
And you're going to tell me about it, too.
After that, you're done. I give you my word.
We popped the can to let them take a bath, get some fresh air.
You gotta understand, my crew, they been pulling on their pootsos for weeks.
These girls, they looked pretty good.
[SPEAKS GREEK]
Yes.
The men had cash to spend.
-I saw chance for business, but that was all. -What happened?
One of the puttanas decided she didn't want to be a puttana no more.
This one guy got rough with her. The whore d*ed.
The other ones saw. I didn't know what to do.
-You k*lled one, then you k*lled them all. -No, that was another man.
Another man. What man?
The one girl - they saw, they knew.
[SPEAKS GREEK]
Relax.
I gave you my word.
-Watch your shoes. -Agh! g*dd*mn Turko.
Bleeds like a lamb.
In a year, each whore would bring a quarter million. What is that?
$4 million.
Gone.
[SPEAKS GREEK]
Anyway, there'll be other girls.
Oh.
This one.
No fingerprints. No face.
That's not a problem.
[SPEAKING GREEK]