Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Russian Love Poem - full transcript

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.

Woman: Andrew?

Andrew, are you home?

Or are you out whoring?

Mommy, please.

Daddy?



Oh, God! No!

Daddy!

Oh, Mom!

Was anyone else
with you besides Emily

when you discovered
your husband?

Woman: No. I had
taken my son down...

At his loft in Tribeca.

He was out at the Hamptons
for a bachelor party,

and he hitched a
ride home with us.

You were with your
mom the whole weekend?

Yeah. Not that I wanted to be.

She is such a bitch.

Daddy wanted a
divorce, but she didn't.

How come?



She wanted to be
Mrs. Andrew Harlin.

Is there anybody you know of who
would want to hurt your husband?

(scoffs) Define "hurt."

Sorry.

Yeah, take your pick.

Good old days.

Let's see.

Oh, no, not him.

Oh, this one I recognize.
He used to deliver pizza to us

until then he just
kind of... delivered.

So your husband was gay?

Um... what's more than bisexual?

How's... compulsively orgasmic?

Let's say he was
polymorphously perverse.

Which is to say that he
would have sex with...

a plant.

Do you think there was a reason

that the killer sodomized
your husband with a banana?

He was allergic to bananas.

He... he used to get all

covered in hives.

Um... I've got to
call my son Adam.

(theme music plays)

Yeah, whoever, whatever.

They still didn't have
to shove a banana

where the sun don't
shine. That's just rude.

I don't get why she
stayed if she knew.

I know this guy. I mean, like
we went to school or something.

I'm just saying it was
disrespectful, not homicidal.

- Pretty symbolic.
- Cassidy: I'll say.

I know where
John's going with this.

- Whoever
inserted the banana...
- Knew Harlin was allergic.

He/she might not
have meant to kill him.

It's hard to get an allergic
reaction out of a dead man.

So, was it premeditated
or a sex game gone wrong?

And why are we so
positive the wife is clean?

She has an alibi and I don't
think Emily would lie to protect her.

I'm positive, like, I
hung out with this guy.

We were good
friends or something.

This may explain the
widow's good mood.

I spoke to one of
Harlin's lawyers.

She and the kids
split all his assets,

which currently stand
at north of 100 million.

Benson: I suppose she
could have been nervous

about somebody
getting added to the list.

But I gotta tell you, I wasn't
getting that vibe from her.

- She wasn't hiding anything.
- And no crocodile tears.

Here's a thought. Let's see what
the pretty boys and girls have to say.

Jeffries, I want you to pull all of
Harlin's records, bills, anything.

You guys talk to the son.

See if he knows anything
about the old man's dating habits.

And let's try to reconstruct
this family's affairs.

So, did we go to school
together or something?

- You from Ypsilanti?
- No, I'm not,

but I swear to God I know
you. I swear I know this guy.

No, I'd remember.
Maybe you know me

from my commercials. My
banana spot's still running.

- That's it. The banana spot.
- What's your real name?

Bull Dozer is my
real stage name.

- Ah, the nom d'amour.
- Don't I look the part?

I'm gonna make it.

You're really in porn?

No, not yet.

But soon, very soon.

I just do these cheesy
commercials for the money,

but I was born to be in porn.

And I'm still looking for
a good porn talent agent

if you happen to know of anyone.

Maybe somebody that
you picked up or something.

So, Mr. Dozer, hey, Mr. Dozer!

You were saying you ended your
relationship with Andrew. Why?

Because he didn't pay
for the last seven dinners.

He gave me nothing.

All he wanted to
do was have sex.

And we were both a top
so that didn't really work out.

Andrew gave you some
presents though, didn't he?

He lent me...
these, to practice on.

Is the wife going to need these
back? Because I'll keep 'em.

I kinda doubt she's gonna
even notice they're missing.

Did you call your mother
after she dropped you off?

No. We spent three
hours in the car on Sunday.

That's enough for three years.

Traffic sucks on Sunday.
I was late for a friend's gig.

- Were you
and your father close?
- Yeah, very close.

Till he started
doing my girlfriends.

Then our relationship
got a little sour.

Let's talk about
your joint girlfriends.

Nothing to talk about. Once
he touched 'em, I dumped 'em.

- Anybody recently?
- Becky.

- Becky have a last name?
- Sorenson.

She's a painter.

Lives in NoHo.

Adam's just young.

He thinks small.

And Daddy?

Nothing small about Daddy.

Andrew was something else.

Kinky.

Enthusiastic.

He did things to your body

that aren't even
in the Kama Sutra.

Wow. So what happened?

Nothing.

We just moved on.

Andrew had a very short
but intense attention span.

How short?

- Two weeks.
- Any hard feelings?

I think you're thinking
about this the wrong way.

How so?

Andrew wasn't into monogamy.
Not even serial monogamy.

Do you know any of these men?

No.

God, that's Charlie Poe.

We chartered a
boat a bunch of times.

Andrew and Charlie?

Charlie: He chartered
the boat a couple of times.

Stabler: We know you two
had a sexual relationship.

Look. You see this?

- That's my family. I'm straight.
- Really?

I... I don't... I'm not attracted
to the male gender in any way.

See that? You and
Andrew make a great couple.

And we have a few others where
you're wearing only your birthday suit.

I never did anything,
I swear. It wasn't me.

If you tell my wife...

We won't, unless it's
absolutely necessary.

You know what it costs to
put a kid through school today?

I mean, even nursery school?

Yeah, so Andrew liked to
sleep with me a few times.

But that's it. I never
did anything. He did.

In exchange, he helped me
out with my kids' education.

How often did you two
fellas tie each other up?

- You mean bondage?
- Yeah, bondage.

- Sometimes.
- Did he ever have
you tie him up?

No. He liked to keep me still.

See, I'm very ticklish.

People say it's tension,

but I'm ticklish even
when I'm relaxed.

So I moved around a lot
and he didn't want me to...

Okay, terrific. Let me
ask you a question.

Do you know any
of the other guys?

What other guys? What
are you talking about?

I was the only one.

No, no. No, this was the
first time for both of us.

That's why...

Nobody fits.

- So all their records
are clean?
- Yep.

No motives, no angry
breakups. Not even the pizza guy.

For a 50-year-old, this
Harlin sure had a lot of energy.

What is that supposed to imply?

Nothing. I'm sure you and
John have just as much.

Check this out.

Looks like Mr. Kink Galore spent
more dough on girls than boys.

A lot of lingerie. 40
grand alone last year.

But you know, it could
have been for the boys.

It's difficult to tell. This
guy was truly horny.

Jeffries: Fingerprint
was found in the study.

Belongs to a Sonya
Pietrovicz. Russian woman.

She's off the boat three
years ago. Green card.

Occupation listed as
gulyashaya deyavca.

Munch: Every sailor knows
that's Russian for hooker.

I understand if you
don't want to strip,

but you must

take off... your shoes.

Attendant: Sonya's
been gone a few weeks.

She met Victor.

She says she's in
love. He's getting rich.

He owns Ecstasy. Ecstasy?

The hottest spa in Manhattan.

There's a three-month
waiting list for a facial.

He's going to make
millions, the bastard.

I gave her a good job. Masseuse.

And she left me
for that pig Victor.

I thought she was
different from the others.

- Different how?
- She'll never find love.

It's not a natural
thought process for her.

- She treats men
like she's a whore.
- Is she?

A whore in America
is just a hooker.

In Russian it's different.

Whores are at the
top of the social scene

and everyone respects
them, but they rarely fall in love.

When they do, you'd
want to be there.

I've been in America a long time

and American girls
fall in love so easily.

So I don't really give a
damn where she is now.

(man speaks Russian)

- His shoes?
- He's allowed.

(violin playing)

(laughing)

I know that guy from somewhere.

Probably Carnegie Hall.
He's a famous violinist

from the Moscow Philharmonic.

Stabler: No, the
guy in the water.

A good friend. A
respectable businessman.

- Woman: Facial or waxing?
- Benson: No, I...

Is this your first time here?

Detective Olivia Benson.
This is Detective Stabler.

We need to speak
with Sonya Pietrovicz.

Sonya doesn't work here anymore,

but go to room six.
Natasha's there.

They were friends. But you're
going to have to go alone, sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm with a client.

Are you Natasha? Yes.

May I have a
moment of your time?

Sure. I'll be right back.

So Sonya Pietrovicz
was a friend of yours?

Why? Is she in trouble? Maybe.

Her Mafia boyfriend
already screwed her over?

And he would be?

Yuri. He got her
the singing job.

Look, I thought she
and I were friends.

We lived together for a while.

We went to Brighton
Beach for good food.

Didn't she used to
date the owner here?

Victor? Mm-hmm.

Everybody dates him.
That's how you get a job.

Do you know if she had
an American boyfriend,

Andrew Harlin? Married?

Andrew? Maybe.

She met a lot of men.

That's why we're
not friends anymore.

Listen, we both
went for an audition

at nightclub and we both sang.

It's simple, I have
talent, she doesn't.

But she got the job because
she started doing it with Yuri.

He's connected so
he got Sonya the job.

(singing in Russian)

Sonya Pietrovicz? Da.

You got a minute?

Sonya, I'm Detective Benson.
This is Detective Stabler.

We need to ask
you a few questions.

About what exactly?

How do you know Andrew Harlin?

Andrew? I don't know Andrew.

Well, let me refresh
your memory.

Andrew was found strangled to
death in a black leather harness,

and your fingerprint was
found next to the body.

I just cleaned his house.

He was so friendly, so alive.

I mean, his housekeeper, she
needed someone to take her job.

She needed favor,
and he needed...

A favor. You do a lot
of favors for people.

We try to help each
other in America.

- What's the housekeeper's name?
- Katya, but she's out
of the country.

- Where?
- On vacation.

- Where on vacation?
- I don't know, she took
her passport.

How long you been working here?

I just started. My
boyfriend is my manager.

You're a singing housekeeper
with a connected boyfriend?

- You do what you have to do.
- Did you clean Harlin's house
Sunday night?

I was here at night. I clean up Sunday
afternoon. Andrew was not home.

That's amazing... big star like
you cleaning people's houses.

I exaggerate sometimes.

Okay...

let's start over again.

Katya, the housekeeper.

Katya. Yeah.

She ever sleep
with Andrew Harlin?

I can't remember.

Please turn around.

Once, just once. I
think... I don't know.

Okay, we want to talk to Katya.

You have her get
in touch with us

or find out where she is.

By tomorrow.

I wonder what else
she polished over there.

Sleeping with guys is the only
way she knows to get on top.

So, all Russian
girls are whores?

Benson: Guys, remember
what they've been through.

Poverty, corruption,
drunken abuse.

They learned that
they have to lie.

And their bodies are their
only asset... sex is money.

So by doin' the right guys,
they end up on the Forbeski 400.

I know this is a little
culturally anthropologic,

but Russia's response to the
whole Monica-Clinton scandal was,

"We wish we had
such a virile president."

Americans think it's
just about being a whore.

The Russians know there's a little
commerce involved in the art of love.

That was the
Harlins' housekeeper.

She's not on vacation,
she's not Russian,

she never works weekends
and her name isn't Katya.

A man died, Sonya.

And I know nothing about it.

But you lied to us about Katya.

Sometimes friends
are all you have.

Why should we believe
anything you've got to tell us now?

Do, do not... it's your choice.

Even if I could tell you,
maybe you wouldn't understand.

- Benson: What do you mean?
- I see the way you look at me.

I know you look down
upon what I do for a living,

but there are certain
things about what I do

that are not so easy to read.

Like what?

It is exciting to do
something forbidden.

My job itself is
forbidden in this country...

S country that is
all about freedoms.

But more than that,

I am with men who are
breaking promises to their wives,

and that excites them.

It makes them come alive again.

I make them come alive again.

I am their freedom.

And that is delicious.

In America, you are what you do.

I am thankful not
to work in a spa,

thankful not to work in a salon,

and yet, and of this I am
most thankful for of all,

my only commitment
is to my friends.

You mean, to Katya.

Why are you so uneasy?

It is a small community.

People will know I've talked
to you and they won't like it.

- Where does Katya live?
- She lives with her boyfriends.

- And you, where do you live?
- I choose to live with my aunt.

It affords me a
certain... Freedom?

Exactly. Who's Katya dating now?

Now? I don't know. I
honestly don't know.

(knocks on door)

Elliot, Emily Harlin
is here to see you.

Daddy told me he loved
being in love so much

that he fell in love too easily.

All that stuff he did...
It was his cry for help,

but Mom could never
reach out to him.

Did your mom know
about his affairs?

Yeah. She didn't seem to mind,
as long as it was only with guys,

but once he fell in love with
Katya, they fought all the time.

Katya...? Katya
Ivanova... she's Russian.

My father said
she's very beautiful.

Did your mom know about Katya?

Absolutely... she used to
call her his Russian whore.

Daddy said that if anything
ever happened to him,

he kept all of his personal stuff
in this secret drawer in his desk,

and he told me
where he hid the key.

So after he died,

I waited till I was sure Mom
had gone to get her hair done,

and I got all of his stuff.

There wasn't much there,
but I did find one thing.

What's that?

It's some kind of legal
mumbo-jumbo I can't really understand,

but it looks like Daddy was
suing Katya for a lot of money.

And I was wondering if...

You thought maybe
that's why he died?

Do you know how much your
father was suing Katya for?

He's suing her for $2 million?

See, that's what
I call a motive.

According to the complaint,
that's the value of the gifts she kept.

Andrew Harlin and Katya
had a five-month affair.

He broke it off when he
found her cheating on him

in the apartment
he was paying for.

I guess Andrew wasn't as
understanding as his wife.

Here's the hinky part... the morning after
Andrew's killed, the lawsuit's dropped...

By his wife.

- After he was dead.
- Yeah.

It sounds like they
were working together.

I would say that little Katya
is now our prime suspect.

- Do we know where she is?
- The daughter didn't know,
but thought her mother might.

She used to hear them arguing all the time
about her father paying for Katya's apartment.

- Give my regards
to the widow.
- Okay.

I always wanted more red in the
library but Andrew never liked it.

Why didn't you tell us that
your husband had a girlfriend

that he spent
over $2 million on?

Oh, Katya. I just assumed
that you knew about the lawsuit.

Still, $2 million.

You decided to drop it.

Adam, would you please
get our guests some drinks?

No, thank you, we're fine.

Mrs. Harlan, you told
us about the others.

You left her out. Why?

Are you so sure that
Katya didn't do it?

I didn't really think about it.

We think you did. We
think you're covering for her.

Me, covering for
that little bitch?

I was probably trying
to cover my humiliation.

How would you feel if your husband fell head
over heels in love with a Russian whore?

Maybe she did you a favor.

They are everywhere. They
are sucking the men dry.

And not only of their
money, but of their sanity.

They're ruining
everybody's marriage.

You never heard of
the "ultra-Natashas"?

Well, they all ought
to be called Katya.

Do you know that "Katya"
is Russian slang for $100?

What, I'm supposed to become
one of those pathetic divorcees

who has to say, "And
how old is your Russian?"

Was there also a Sonya?

I didn't know about
Sonya, but I bet there was.

I bet there was a Sonya and a
Natasha and a Nina and an Irina.

They're all little whores,

little Russian
sluts. Sorry, dear.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

She drove me to a
poetry convention.

And I want to say that I told
her she should drop the lawsuit.

- Shh.
- I didn't think
she should keep it going.

Your husband was
paying for everything?

- She couldn't afford
toilet paper.
- Or an apartment?

A $10,000-a-month apartment.

Two bedrooms, $10,000 a month.

Do you have an address?

I don't... check with my lawyer.

(phone rings)

Yeah. Yeah, whoa, whoa.

Uh-huh, okay. Okay, okay.

Listen, no, I ca...

I can't understand a word
you're saying... hold on.

John, there's a very upset
Russian woman on line two.

I can't understand
a thing she's saying.

- You speak a little
Russian, right?
- What, Stolichnaya?

Da?

(speaking Russian)

Da, da.

That was Sonya Pietrovicz,
the nightclub singer.

She's very scared and upset.
She's out in Brighton Beach.

Come on, let's take a ride.

- Cassidy: Ah, it's Sonya.
- Munch: Who's the other woman?

I don't know, but I better go tell
babushka to stop washing the stairs.

(siren wails)

(police radio chatter)

Hey. Hey.

It's pretty ugly in there. Nothing
like making love with a hatchet.

Definitely not sex-related.

Detectives, this is the girl's
cousin. He doesn't speak English.

(speaking Russian)

Right, right. He has a
restaurant right near here.

- He wants us to go there... and drink or talk.
- (speaks Russian)

I'm not sure.

He says he's very
devastated about his cousins.

The older woman was Sonya's
aunt and his cousin, very fine woman...

Ask him if Sonya had any
girlfriends that she hung out with.

(speaking Russian)

Yeah, she had a few
and he has a picture.

And like her, they all look like
models and talented like her.

That's her friend Katya.

Not bad.

Has he seen this man?

(speaks Russian)

They don't bring American boyfriends
here. They come when they're homesick.

But there's a plus side to all this...
he's offering you some borscht.

We have one strangled,
two axed to death.

But why Sonya? Why the aunt?

- Sonya called here?
- And sounded nervous?

Nervous enough for us to
drive out to Brighton Beach.

Katya looks more like a martini
shaker than an axe swinger.

Benson: We have her
address. We're going there now.

(door rattles)

- Can I help you?
- Benson and Stabler?

Yeah, that's us. Okay,
where'd you get that?

You've been asking questions. I have
information for you. It's a small community.

This is one of
the most difficult...

I'd like to be calm, but...

my father... he was not perfect.

He drank and he smoked.

He slept with other women in
front of my mother in the same room.

He had his faults, but
he was a good man.

He was a good
man... great heart.

And my mother followed
my father to Siberia.

- Her life was his.
- That's very touching.

That's devotion, that's love.

Do you understand
what real love is?

Yes, I think we do.

We all know you police
are sniffing around.

You want to blame Katya,
but I... I won't let you.

We haven't even found Katya yet.

You don't need to. I killed him.

- Who?
- Andrew Harlin... I killed him.

I couldn't let him
treat Katya like that.

- Stabler: Who are you again?
- I am Alexander Strizhov.

I bought Katya to America.
I arrange everything for her.

I... (sobbing)

she's like family to me.

I love her so much.

I'm devoted to her.

When that bastard sued her,

and I saw her pain...

I had to end it.

Sir, do you realize
what you're saying?

We have to advise
you of your rights.

There's no smoking here.

Don't worry, I know
what I'm saying.

No one would blame me for
what I did because it was just.

I shot him... I shot
him like a dog...

and he deserved it!

- He wasn't shot.
- Shot, not shot... that's not the point.

I did it. I did it, and I
killed him like a dog.

- How'd you kill him?
- That's not important.

What's important
is I... I did it!

- Do you know Sonya Pietrovicz?
- Sonya, the stewardess?

- No, Sonya the singer.
- Oh, that Sonya.

Yes, yes, of course
I know Sonya.

Everyone knows Sonya...

Great talent, beautiful voice...

But I don't really
know her. What I am...

Did you know Sonya and her aunt were
killed in Brighton Beach this morning?

No! No!

How tragic!

Who would hurt
Sonya or her aunt?

That's what we're figuring out...
you don't want to confess to those too,

make our lives a little easier?

I didn't kill Sonya, but I am
telling you I killed Andrew Harlin.

Please arrest me...
I'm here, ready to pay.

Please, please,
please... Arrest me.

Arrest me! Please...
(speaks Russian)

Lemme guess... he's lying.

- He did say he shot Harlin.
- When we know Harlin
was strangled.

So what makes a man confess
to a crime he didn't commit?

He talked about love,
devotion. To Katya.

Who, when they got to this country,
definitely did not return his affections.

So maybe he's
still under her spell.

Maybe he thinks this confession is
the red cape he's throwing down for her.

Does this Prince Charming
honestly think we'd believe him?

Does he honestly think we're going to turn
our attentions away from Katya and onto him?

From what you're saying, it sounds
like that's exactly what he's hoping.

Hope... sometimes
that's all love is.

Well, he's wrong.

Let's go find this Katya.

Katya? She's beautiful.

Such a nice, honest girl.

Always gives me a big tip,
even when I just say hello.

You ever see this gentleman
enter her apartment?

Oh sure, all the time. I haven't
seen him in a few weeks, though.

It's too bad... He
gave very big tips.

Yeah? Is she home now?

No, she left about
an hour ago...

Very dressed up
in a beautiful gown.

- Benson: Did she say
where she was going?
- No, I don't ask questions.

- Do you have any idea
which way the taxi was going?
- Taxi? Never takes a taxi.

She took her car service. It's the
easiest number in the book... 555-0100.

There she is... that's her.

(speaking Russian)

Stabler: Katya Ivanova?

So you knew Andrew
Harlin intimately?

- Are you attracted to me?
- Miss Ivanova...

You want to make love to me.

Why don't you just start
answering my questions, okay?

Only if you answer
mine first, huh?

And what's that gonna cost me?

Oh, I am too expensive
for your detective's salary.

- And I don't take money.
- No, you just take husbands.

His wife sent you?

Who? Who?

Who is playing games now?

Stabler: You mean
Andrew's wife, Christina?

I thought she wanted
to open the case again.

Huh.

You know, your
friend Sonya's dead?

I know.

I'm very sad.

She was a very good friend,

but I have to go
on with my life.

I don't know who
would want to kill her.

- She was very innocent.
- Innocent of what?

Why don't we continue this
conversation down at the unit?

Benson: Yeah. Now?

- Now would be good.
- Am I under arrest?

- Not yet.
- Oh, then I think I say no.

I'm all dressed up.

You come down to the
station tomorrow morning.

We've got some questions
that we need answered.

And it's gonna take a while, so why don't
you wear something a little more comfortable?

I am too busy.

Look, we know you're
illegal. We're not Vice.

We don't care how much
undeclared income you have

or how many gifts
you've received,

but if you're not at
our office by 9:00 a.m.,

Immigration will be
at your house by 9:05.

That I can personally
guarantee you.

This is America...
You can't do this.

Sweetheart, let me let you in on a little
secret... cops are the same everywhere.

Okay, but could we make it noon?

I'm not what you
call a morning person.

I don't even know if
I'll be home by 9:00.

You people are
already working, hmm?

So you are used
to this kind of hour.

There's no smoking
in the building.

I'll come back later... I
can't talk without a cigarette.

All right?

Are you married?

Do you know
Alexander "Striz-hov"?

Strizhov. Whatever.

Yes, very good man...

Has a good heart, very generous.

Yeah, so it seems.

He confessed to
Andrew Harlin's murder.

It was him.

Poor Alex, such a bad temper.

The problem is, poor Alex
didn't kill Andrew Harlin.

Then why did he confess?

That's something we were
hoping you could tell us.

Yours and Sonya's fingerprints
were found near the body.

I wore gloves.

- So now you're
confessing?
- No.

I didn't want to break my nails

on those metal rings
on that stupid harness.

Sonya and I went to
Andrew's to tease him.

No one gets away with
treating me like he did.

- Right, so you killed him.
- No, I didn't kill him.

I let him tie me
up so many times

just to please him,
and he sues me.

He appreciated
nothing that I did for him.

So why did he sue you?

Wasn't it because he
found you cheating on him?

What? I found him in bed
with two men... that was it.

So tell me something...

Why'd you bring Sonya with you?

Because sometimes
we did threesome.

You should try it.

With Sonya, it was fun.

I don't mind... I could
trust her, we were friends.

I'm not lesbian.

Neither was Sonya.

Sonya admired me...
She was very feminine.

But two men... nyet.

So you weren't too upset
when you found out he was dead.

It's very strange about death.

But you have to understand...

I have to live my
life... Be secure, stable,

so I have to sleep with men
like him... it's an investment.

Then I can fall in love
without a business interest.

Can you please tell me where you
went after you were teasing Andrew?

I went to hear Sonya
sing, and meet a friend.

One thing...

Did you put the banana
in Andrew's rear end?

Yes.

He is allergic to bananas.

But if that killed him, it
was an honest mistake.

Cabarets, spas, salons,
rich boyfriends, hookers...

What the hell are we
talking about here?

- Maybe the Russian Mafia
killed Harlin.
- And Sonya.

Or had them killed. We haven't looked into
the Russian Mafia... maybe it's time we did.

But here's the part I
don't understand. What?

Everyone we have talked to has described
Katya as some modern-day Cleopatra.

Instead we get a Siberian
Tammy Faye Baker.

Andrew Harlin was loaded... he could
have had anyone he wanted... why Katya?

Because it was dangerous.
Harlin likes extremes...

Girlfriends,
boyfriends, bananas.

I'm sure sleeping with the
girlfriend of a Russian mobster

had a certain je ne sais quoi.

- "Je ne sais quoi"?
- Yeah. N'est-ce pas?

One language at a time, merci?

Would you two go
back to that cabaret joint,

the one Sonya's boyfriend
owns, and see what he's fronting?

- Do you know Sonya Pietrovicz?
- Poor, poor Sonya.

- What do you want to drink?
- Her boyfriend here?

Excuse me, would you
like to join our table?

Of course.

I would like to ask
your lady to dance.

- Thank you, but I don't dance.
- Man: Then you'll have
to wait here.

Sweet Sonya... Such
youth, such ambition.

What a waste of great talent.

How'd you know I wanted
to talk about Sonya?

My wife liked Sonya very much.

She always liked
to listen to her sing.

My wife used to sing, so
Sonya remind her of herself.

But now she very, very
upset that Sonya's dead.

Unnecessary dead.

- Where's this going?
- Life is a matter
of making choices...

Good choices and bad choices.

They teach this in America, too,

and we Russians are
trying to learn this from you.

That's very flattering.

- She was always
with wrong men.
- Such as?

Alexander Strizhov.

We gave him chance.

- We had high hopes
for him, but now...
- You've had enough.

What do you think? What
kind of choice is Alex?

Alex?

You're 100% right. He was bad
choice... unnecessary bad choice.

- So Alex is the bad guy.
- We are not bad men.

We are combination
of good and evil.

- I said he was wrong.
- You got any proof?

- What do you need?
- To prove that he killed her,
or killed Andrew Harlin.

I not suggest anything. We
are having friendly conversation.

I work for airline business,

and you are police, and we are
new in this country with new ways.

That's all I know.

Give me a call, okay?
Thanks for your help.

- Thanks.
- Very nice.

Hello, my friends! (laughing)

Hey, you're still looking!

- So now you
speak English?
- Nyet.

- You're starting
to piss me off.
- Because I'm drunk?

No, because you
just spoke English.

When I drink, I speak
every language, moron.

Why don't you tell
us what you know?

I know a lot. I hear yelling.

Then I think Sonya
and Alex have sex again,

like always... He's
spanking, I like.

But then I hear screaming.

Poor Sonya.

- Alexander,
as in Alex Strizhov?
- Don't interrupt. Yes, yes.

So I hear yelling, I
hear, "You killed!"

And then crash,
bang, he kill her.

Who? Alex?

Don't interrupt! Yes,
Alex... you're a smart man,

you are wi... He's
a brilliant man.

Excuse me, are you mocking him?

You're losers. You're
more stupid than my ass.

Yeah, Alex... of course, Alex!

Poor Alexander
Strizhov. Poor Sonya!

They all suffer like
me, soaked in blood.

(curses in Russian)

We know he killed Sonya.

We think he killed
Andrew as well.

- How do you know?
- We know.

We just don't know why.

I don't either.

Did you know Alex and
Sonya were sleeping together?

So?

Maybe she wasn't
as good as me in bed.

- That's no reason to kill her.
- Weren't you and Sonya
good friends?

Yes, but she's allowed to
sleep with whoever she wants to.

- Were you sleeping with Alex?
- Not anymore.

So what if we were?

Can I talk to her
alone for a minute?

You know how easy it
would be to convict you?

No.

You were at Andrew's,
you tied him up,

you and your friend Sonya left
fingerprints, you were being sued.

Come on, Katya, I
know you're not an idiot.

- A jury would find you
guilty in a heartbeat.
- I am not guilty.

- So help us catch Alex.
- I am busy.

So what, you don't care
if a murderer gets caught?

You don't feel any
fear or any guilt?

Who are you,

some sex machine with a
cash register between her legs?

Or maybe you're just
too afraid to get involved.

You got it.

I have got a war out
there with everyone

to make sure that I
survive, understand?

Some lose, some
die, and some win.

No one helps anyone.

Alex is upset
because I don't want

to have sex with him anymore.

- I have more things
to worry about.
- Like your nails?

You make your living
sleeping with guys.

You should sleep with men
more... Trust me, it would help you.

You wouldn't be
such a mean bitch.

I make my living
catching murderers.

America's not so different
from Russia, you know.

Especially the prisons.

There's no champagne,
there's no caviar.

(chuckles) I don't believe you.

Well, fine, we'll
do it your way.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- You are under arrest...
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'll do it, just once.

(sighs) I guess I'm in the
mood for horseradish vodka.

What?

At the restaurant
Alex hangs out at,

my favorite vodka
is horseradish.

(speaking Russian)

(Alex speaking Russian on radio)

Benson: What?

Something, something,
you betrayed me.

- Something about Pushkin.
- John, for cryin' out loud,
do we move out or not?

She says she's not in jail
because she's too busy.

Okay, like we're not. I
can't believe these people.

She's saying Alex killed
Andrew, so he must really love her.

- (Russian over radio)
- That's great.

Wait... he's saying he should
just get it over with... now!

Munch, call for backup!

- Put the gun down!
- Benson: Put the gun down!

- Benson: Put the gun down, now!
- Drop it!

Don't worry, I
won't shoot anyone.

I will tell you a
Russian love poem.

It could be long,
it could be short.

Depends... unless you want to
shoot me now and not hear anything.

I brought Katya to America.

I loved her. I did
everything to protect her.

I wanted to marry
her and she left me.

I gave her devotion.
She had no gratitude.

My mother was always
grateful to my father.

(gun clicks)

I went into Andrew's house
after the girls left him tied up.

I strangled him with a
rope around his neck.

I wanted Katya to pay,

to learn she can't
stop respecting me.

I had to teach her
a bloody lesson.

(gun clicks)

I told Sonya... sometimes
you make stupid mistakes.

I didn't want to kill
her, but I had to.

I know she called you.

I could kill her because
I didn't love her.

And the aunt... I told
her to go to the store...

to buy something, but
the store was closed,

and so she came back too
soon. What else could I do?

Alex, put the gun down.

- (gun clicks)
- I wanted to be happy.

I wanted to live with
Katya in America.

I wanted her to love
me, but she hurt me.

No one hurts me,
not even this gun.

See how lucky I am?

- (gunshot)
- (screams)

Let's go home, Olivia.

Some people consider
death a blessing.

This was no blessing.

What a mess.

Blowing people's heads off
because of some vodka-induced,

third-rate notion of tragedy.

That's a lot of crap.

And for this they
come to America.

(theme music plays)