Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 14, Episode 4 - Acceptable Loss - full transcript

SVU is forced to work with Homeland Security--represented by former Major Case detective Eames--when a sex slave ring it is investigating is discovered to have ties to terrorism.

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.

Captain.
I didn't see you come in.

Probably didn't recognize me
without the orange jumpsuit.

- Glad to be back?
- Sure.

Just checking that Harris didn't
steal my favorite stapler.



- Look, what happened to you--
- Yeah.

Let's get back to work.

I'm glad to see the place
hasn't fallen apart entirely.

Wasn't the same without you,
Captain.

I took a two-week coffee break
and nobody noticed.

I don't think so.

I see Harris had you filing
daily memo books, mileage logs.

Lots of busywork.

But it didn't seem
to slow you down.

You cleared me.

So let's keep it up,

try following
the rules for a change.

There's rules,
and then there's bureaucracy.

Try following both.



Wouldn't hurt to color
inside the lines for a while.

All of us.

Oh, and, uh,
by the way...

thanks.

Wasn't my idea to reinvent
the line during a recession.

It's hard enough selling
this crap to people

when they got money.

Hold on.

I think I see my car.
Dworkin?

- Uh, Dorkin.
- Dworkin.

Jonas Dworkin?
Duchess Hotel?

Yeah.
Sorry about the "W."

All right, I'll talk to you
when I get to the hotel.

First five drinks are on you.

Tough flight?

Flying coach from Kansas City.

I got three screaming babies.

Guy sitting next to me
must have been 600 pounds.

Got any vodka back here?

No, but I can go and grab some
for you if you want.

No, that's all right.

You know,
I can get that and more,

you know, if you, uh, really
want to let off some tension,

really relax.

Yeah?

Yeah.

What have you got in mind?

Whatever you do.

Where you going?
There's an open bar.

Artisanal vodka--
whatever the hell that means--

in the hospitality suite.

Yeah, I'll be there, okay?

Save some for me.

Evening.

This is Pilar.

Hello, Pilar.

What, are you kidding me?

I can't bring that in there.

It's a sales conference.

Everybody knows me.

No problem.

There's plenty of room
in the back seat.

Hey, eyes on the road.

You're the boss.

Vodka's in the cooler
on the floor.

Five bucks a pop.

You can stop talking now.

Town car driver ran off.

The two passengers
in the back

knocked around pretty good,
but responsive.

Jaws of life
is getting them out.

So it's a non-fatal
traffic accident.

- Why are you calling us?
- The passengers.

One male, one female.

His pants are around his ankles,

and it wasn't the crash
that unzipped his fly.

And look at the girl.

- She's dressed for a party.
- Hmm.

Hey, sweetheart,
you're gonna be okay.

I'm Detective Benson.

Hey, what's that on her neck.
You see that?

Is that a bar code?

That girl is
somebody's property.

Sync by Alex1969
www.addic7ed.com

So, what's your
last name, Pilar?

What does it matter?

The police may not care
about things like this

in your country.

We do.

Jones.

I americanized it.

All right, Miss Jones.

How old are you?

18.

Really.

'Cause we didn't find any ID
in the back of the car.

I don't like
to take my purse with me.

Pickpockets.

You mean the man
that you work for

doesn't let you take
your papers with you.

I was on a date.

Okay, and your date...

We have his ID.

What's his name again?

I don't remember.

Pilar.

You're not in any trouble.

We want to help you.

We can get you away from
the man who did that to you.

That is a joke.

It don't mean anything.

Why are you talking to me?

I wasn't driving the car.

I didn't cause a crash.

Paying for sex
is against the law.

All I paid for were drinks.

I come to town,
I meet a girl, I got lucky.

Lucky?

Up to a point.

You happen to notice
the bar code tattooed

on your friend's neck?

I wasn't looking at her neck.

Yeah?

Who was driving the car?

I don't know his name.

I met him outside the hotel.

Said he was gonna take us
to a club downtown.

You were headed north.

Hey, look.

Driving in a limo
isn't illegal.

Neither is having sex.

Unless Bloomberg passed
some new law

I haven't heard about.

Thank you for your help,
Mr. Dworkin.

And we'll be sure
to call your wife

and let her know you're okay.

So this turkey
greeting card salesman

flies in from Kansas City

and scores
with a hot 18-year old?

Yeah, and she likes
sweaty pot bellies.

I don't think so.

But he's not gonna say
he paid her,

and she's not gonna say
he paid her.

There's no way she's 18.

If she's 16,
that's statutory rape.

Has she given you anything?

She's scared
or brainwashed or both.

I mean, she just wants
to get the hell out of here.

Back to the loving arms
of her pimp.

She's from Colombia
with no ID.

If she snuck into the country,
we can hold her.

Homeland Security.

That way, we could talk
to her.

Maybe help her come
to her senses.

Patrol picked up
the driver of the town car.

They're bringing him in.

I was in a daze, you know?

Check--
check it out, man.

I-I just wandered off.

Leaving the scene

of an accident
causing personal injury--

that's a crime.

So give me a ticket.

We can do better that that.

See, we found
empty vodka bottles in your car.

That's driving
while intoxicated.

Lose your license,
spend a year in jail.

Well, who says I was drinking?

There were two other people
in the car.

All right, let's talk
about them.

Start with the girl.

What about her?

You know her?

No, she hailed me
at the meatpacking district.

She just wanted me to drive
her around for the night

while she socialized.

Anyone see you pick her up?

Uh, 50 drunk 20-year-olds
from New Jersey.

She didn't have a purse
or a wallet.

How did she pay you?

Uh, she gave me cash.

And this.

Passport.

She asked me to hold it
in case she got drunk.

She didn't want to lose it.

The DA ran her passport.

Republic of Colombia.

Issued to Pilar Morenas
right after her 17th birthday.

With a US visa
from our embassy in Bogota.

She's legal and she's legal.

That's what it says.

So we let her walk out
of that hospital

and back
to the guy who branded her?

You get anything
from her driver?

A confession that he delivers
whores on wheels?

No. Not yet.

Mr. Wiggins claims he never met
her before last night,

and this perfect stranger gave
him her passport to hold.

Happens all the time.

Or, while he was
in his daze,

Pilar's pimp handed him
her passport

so we'd have
to release her.

I mean, pimps hang onto
their girls' passports

all the time,
so they can't run.

Doesn't matter.

The driver's not talking.
The john's not talking.

Pilar is not talking.
We're stalled.

And, no, it's not
because I'm spooked

about going after
another prostitution ring.

Can we at least check this
with State,

and make sure that it's legit?

It's already being done.

While we're waiting, Liv,
take another run at the girl,

she's our best bet.

Hey, Nick, Nick.

- How're you doing?
- Me?

I'm not the one who spent
the week in Rikers.

We're cleared.
Both of us.

I was asking more
about your family situation.

Uh...

Maria and I,
we're talking.

Went down to DC last weekend.

Took Zara to the spy museum.

It was quality
father-daughter time.

- Zara is what, now?
- Six.

You ever considered the zoo?

I just want to go home.

To Colombia.

Pilar, I can get you a ticket.

No, I didn't do
anything wrong.

Just--just leave me alone.

Pilar, I can protect you
from your pimp.

You don't have
to go back to him.

Do you understand that?

I'm just going to a friend's.

- What friend?
- Everything is fine.

What friend?
Where does she live?

Is that her?

Pilar, come.

- Sofia.
- Look.

Listen to me,
we're trying to help her.

We can help you too.

No one can help us.

Pilar.

Yeah.

Where?

The body was spotted
a half hour ago.

The way the tides run
near Hell Gate,

could have gone in anywhere
between here and City Island.

- Any witnesses?
- Nothing yet.

Lot of river to canvass.

She's, uh, fresh.

Beat up pretty good.

Then there's this.

Same bar code.

So he brands 'em,

he pimps 'em,

and kills 'em.

I want this guy.

No ID, not in the system,
she's late teens.

Dental work by someone
who hasn't read a journal

since 1955.

Old scar on her right cheek.

Fresh bruises
on her face and shoulders.

Cause of death--
blunt trauma, lots of it.

So not shot, not stabbed.

Just... hit.

Sexually active, very.

Scarring and fibrotic changes
to the perineal tissues,

vaginal and anal.

But she might have been headed
toward taking a break.

Why?

She was pregnant.

Bad for business.

Pimp must have been thrilled.

It's "Get an abortion.
Get back on the street."

I assume this is courtesy
of whoever employed her?

It's a good bet.

I don't know her.

I hope that's true.

She had the same tattoo

as the girl you were driving
the other night.

Kids.
They have their fads.

Like having sex with strangers
in the back of your car?

Consenting adults.

I left the scene
of an accident.

Slap my wrist.
Can I go?

Yeah, sure.

In about 25 years.

What are you talking about?

Girls you were driving,
they didn't want to be there.

They're sex slaves.

Which makes you an accomplice
to kidnapping and rape.

And since this girl
was beaten to death,

you're looking at felony murder.

That's a hell of a stretch.

Yeah, well,
we don't mind stretching.

Neither does
the DA's office.

That's two agencies
who'll be pouring

through your logbooks,
your car's GPS,

your phone records,
your bank accounts,

looking for the dead girl's DNA
in your car.

So you tell me,
are we gonna find a link

between you
and the guy who did this?

Son of a bitch.

Sorry, is that a yes?

His name is Lou.

He calls,

I pick the girls up
from the subway,

and I take 'em
to their dates.

Sometimes they go to a hotel.

And sometimes, uh,
they use the back seat.

But either way,
I get 50 bucks.

On top of whatever I get
from the johns.

And then you drive
the girls home?

No. Um...

Always to a subway.
Uh...

Lou is--
is very careful.

Lou got a last name?
Phone number?

I don't know.

I call the service.
He calls me back.

But he did give you Pilar's
passport after the accident?

Yes.

I met him at a--

at a diner in Kips Bay.

That's the only place
I've ever met him.

That's nice work.

Okay, look, I get
a black town car from CEU

and I'm good to go.

Nick.

I'm gonna have Fin take
this one.

Why?

You don't trust me alone
in a car with a hooker?

That's not
what the captain's saying.

I trust you.

But if this goes to trial,
you'll have to testify.

And I don't want
some defense attorney

dredging up baseless charges--

I know how to handle myself
in a courtroom, Captain.

My call!
End of discussion.

- You Lou?
- Lou couldn't make it.

I'm Mikey.
You Harold?

That's what they tell me.

Show me your hack license.

Taxi commission loves me.

What do you drive?

Town car, 2007.

Is it clean?
We serve an upscale clientele.

Yeah, you don't want 'em
to get their upscale pants dirty

when they pull 'em off.

My friend briefed me.

What else he tell you?

He told me 50 bucks a trip.

80 if it goes over an hour.

An hour never happens.

We're a volume operation.

- What else?
- Eyes front.

No sudden stops.

And watch out
for garbage trucks.

I have a question for you.

What if one of these guys makes
a mess in the back of my car?

Who cleans that up?

The girls.

And you tell me
if they give any problem.

Don't talk to 'em,
don't trust 'em,

don't do 'em any favors.

Can you guys hear me?

Loud and clear.

Want me
to sing you guys a song?

Lord, no.

There she is.

All right, so how far
do we let this go?

Oh, let's just hope
we don't have to decide.

Whitmere Hotel.

You know where it is?

Yeah, I had
my bar mitzvah there.

That's a joke.

Okay.

My name's Harold,
what's yours?

Anna.

That's a beautiful name.
Where you from, Anna?

It's, um--
it's a small country.

You--you wouldn't know it.

Try me. I won a geography
contest in the sixth grade.

Moldova.

Never heard of it.

At the hotel,
you wait outside.

I will go in.

Class act this time.

Springing for a bed.

Maybe he gets carsick.

Now Mikey told me you could
take care of yourself.

Mikey said that?

Yeah, he also said
you're a real hard worker.

It's none of my business,

but you picked a tough racket.

Did Mikey tell you
I pick it?

Yeah.
You didn't?

Sure.

Whatever he say.

Mikey seems
like a real player.

I hope he's got you
in a real nice apartment.

It's a house.

You took the Seven train.
Corona?

You talk too much.

Just trying to be friendly.

Seem a lot nicer

than the other girl I used
to drive around.

Blonde.
She had a scar.

I don't know her.

Right here on her cheek.

I forget her name.

I don't know such a girl.

I saw her eyes
in the rearview mirror.

- She was terrified.
- So what do we got?

They're kept in a house
along the Seven line.

It could be Corona,
Jackson Heights, East Elmhurst.

Yeah.
I'm working on it.

Anna, are you okay?

- Sure.
- You should have called me.

I would have taught
that guy a lesson.

He was a little kinked.
It's not too bad.

Okay. I'm driving you home.

I need the address.

- Only to the subway.
- No, no, no.

You're not getting on the subway
looking like that.

- I'm taking you home.
- No. Mikey said no.

Don't worry about Mikey.
Get in the car.

Mikey can take it up with me.

Hey.

What happened to you?

Uh...

the date,
he... he was nasty.

Do you know how much
these dresses cost?

There goes your cigarette money
for the month.

It's not fair.

Ooh. So now you're making
the rules here, huh?

It wasn't my fault.

Oh, really?

Oh!

Neither was this.

Hey, maybe she could work
it off.

Remember, Mikey,

don't mark her up.

It kills me we got
to wait out here like this.

Not for long.

Captain.

Amaro rode back with Fin.

Rollins and I are
outside the location.

We'll sit on it
while you get the warrant.

Okay.

Brought you breakfast.

Thanks.

Everything set up?

Yeah, captain's bringing
the warrant.

House traces to a Louis Pappas
and his son Michael.

DA's ready to move.

Okay, great.
Victim Services for the girls?

Standing by.

Captain, we good to go?

No.
We're done for now.

- What?
- This is lieutenant Alex Eames.

She's working a joint task force
with Homeland Security.

Homeland Security?
Weren't you Major Case?

Used to be.
I'm on loan.

What's going on?

Remember that passport
we asked State to check?

- Yeah.
- Congratulate yourselves.

You've stumbled upon
a terrorism case.

So, for now, you stand down.

So why those guys
are holding girls,

forcing them
into prostitution,

we just go home?

I don't have a choice.

And neither do you.

Officialy, I'm not supposed
to say anything

but I get your frustration.

What I'm telling you cannot go
further than this room.

This started with the passport
belonging to Pilar Morenas.

- We were told that was genuine.
- It was.

But her visa,
that was forged.

With the distinctive
characteristics

of a forger named
Ekrem Petar.

He's Bosnian.

He works for sex traffickers,

and for a splinter
Al-Qaeda group

in the Caucasus.

Are you telling us the
working girls are terrorists?

No.

Peter forges visas
for the sex traffickers

for the money.

He supplies terrorists
for the cause.

I still don't see why
it shuts us down?

We've picked up chatter
that a terrorist,

using documents forged
by Petar,

will be coming
into the United States

to join an operative
who is already here

to launch an attack.

I worked
military intelligence.

There's a hundred false alarms
for every real one.

We don't think
this one's false.

Fine. You know
this person's coming.

You know
what his documents look like.

Nab him when he lands.

We want to pick him up
after he joins his accomplice,

so we can get them both.

That won't happen
if he hears

a sex ring using
the same visas got busted.

If he thinks we're on
to the forgeries,

he could come in
with other papers.

And we do not want
to miss this guy.

So we just let these bastards
keep operating?

After we have the terrorists,

you can raid the Pappases,
arrest them,

shake and bake them
however you'd like.

And when do you expect
for that to happen?

When's your terrorist due?

Soon... we hope.

- Hope. Nice.
- Okay, we're done here.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I know how hard this is.

Do you?

- How long were you Major Case?
- 11 years.

My partner moved on,

and I decided it was time
for a change.

I couldn't do that,
because SVU is too important.

- I'm aware of that.
- Are you?

These girls are enslaved.
They're raped every night.

I get it.

Then how can you ask us
to stand down?

You were here for 9/11?

This is the right decision.

- How high up did this go?
- Very.

Until we get the green light,

it's hands off
the Pappases' operation.

So what if we don't go
after the operation?

Yeah.
I mean, there are routine

anti-prostitution sweeps
all the time.

Yeah, and if one or two
of the Pappases' girls

get picked up
purely by chance,

I mean, nobody's gonna suspect

that we know anything
about forged visas.

Just a bunch of dumb cops
going about our business.

Boy, you people really
got used to

rogue operations
while I was gone, didn't you?

I want to know everything.
If I say stop, you stop.

How are you and your friend
doing tonight, Sofia?

Want me to take you anywhere
in particular?

Just drive.

I can stop and get some booze
if you want me to.

Just drive, please.

Oh, man.

Damn taxi cops.

What do they want now?

I don't see a TLC decal
on your right rear window.

Come on.

You're supposed
to know the rules.

I'm gonna need you
to step outside of the vehicle.

Three decals: Right front,
right rear and left rear.

I just need to make sure that
your seat belts are operational.

Thank you,
come on out sir.

- Maybe they fell off.
- Can I see your license, sir?

Come out of the car, sir,
put your hands on the trunk.

Maybe we should get
another car.

No, no.
I'll just be a minute.

The right rear seat belt
is non-operable.

Really should have buckled up.

And if you ask
for the air-conditioning

to be turned on,
did your driver comply?

- What?
- It's your right.

No, no.
The temperature was fine.

Is this your husband,
ma'am?

He's a friend.

I think I'll walk from here.

Some friend.

You know, I could be wrong here,

but if you're
into something--

I'm walking too.

Total bust.

Yeah, no leverage.

They weren't doing anything
in the back seat.

Can I help it
if the guy's slow?

What am I supposed to do?

Jump back there and coach him?

Plan "B"?

Call Lou's service.

Ask for Anna,
the girl I drove last time.

She seemed unhappy enough
to jump.

Is Cragen gonna be
all right with that?

He'll be okay.
We'll be watching.

Okay.
Camera's working.

Hey, should I, uh, keep
my hands where you can see 'em?

Is he ever gonna get
over this?

He will.
Let it go.

Uh, Mr. Martinez?

You got it.

Come in.

Please.

You want a drink?

No.

You're very handsome.

Heh.

Are compliments part
of the service?

Are you here on business
or...

or where are you from?

Miami.

Can I see
a driver's license?

Not hiring you
for a driving lesson.

Sometimes, there is just...

Police. So...

Sure.

It's a Florida license.

Okay.

Now what?

Whatever you want.

It's 300 for straight.

I forgot to show you this.

Hey, Anna.

- Look, we want to help you.
- Anna.

It'll be okay.

We're not here to arrest you.

It's Lou and Mikey, okay?

They're going down.

They're--they're going
to kill me.

Like they killed
your friend?

The one who was pregnant?

Anna, we're gonna
keep you safe.

That's a promise.

Her name was Vika.

Mikey took her
to get the abortion.

A doctor in Jackson Heights.

She told me she was going
to run.

You say Mikey did it?
Not his dad?

His son is...

an idiot.

All he does is grope us

and...

make us do things.

I let him sometimes.

She answered an ad
for a nanny job.

Probably thought
she'd be working

for some rich family
on Fifth Avenue.

They sent her to Mexico first,

where she was... broken in.

And then
the Pappases bought her.

You know,
when I first got here...

Mikey locked me up
with no clothes.

He kept coming back.

And he would always say,

"Welcome to America."

So there's you, there's Pilar,
and there's Sofia.

How many others are there?

Eight. Or nine.

Sofia is new.

She has her own room.

I don't know why.

You're free now, Anna.

I told you we'd keep you safe.

- She one of the Pappases?
- It was a random operation.

No one would have any reason
to think that we're on to him.

All due respect, Detective,
they're smarter than you are.

We picked up a conversation
this morning.

The terrorist
we've been waiting for,

he's in the country.

We missed him.

Hey, stuff happens.

If he'd used the papers
we were looking for,

we would have spotted him.

Seems like someone got wind
of your random operation.

This guy,
when did he get here exactly?

We're not sure.

So he could have come in
weeks ago.

You can tell yourself that.

I have to explain this
to my bosses.

And yours.

Here it comes.

What now?

Maybe they killed her, too.

They showed me pictures
of my little sister back home.

They said their friends would
take her

if I didn't do
everything they say.

If they want to fire me,
they know where to find me.

Go get these sons of bitches.

Police! Search warrant!

Oh!

You're under arrest.
Get down.

- Move.
- Clear!

- Pilar.
- Need a hand.

Where's Mikey?
Where's your son?

Screw you.

Pilar, where's Mikey?

Stand up.

Put your hands down.

Let's go, come on.

Let's go.
It's okay.

It's over for you, Junior.

After your little parade
through that living room,

ain't nobody scared of you.

- I'm not talking to you.
- You should.

We got you cold

on I don't know
how many counts of rape.

Their whores.
Can't rape a whore.

Yeah?
Well, you can murder one.

We found the abortion doctor
you took Vika to.

He said that she ran out on him,

that you ran after her
saying you'd kill her.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

It's amazing.

You are as stupid
as you look.

They're all talking, Lou.

The girls, your son.

Great witnesses.
Hookers and a fat moron.

We'll be sure
to tell him you said so.

He told me he was running
a nanny service.

Nannies.

Those girls look
like nannies to you?

Listen, I don't even live
in that house.

I have a condo
in Long Beach.

I just came by today
to watch the game.

Your dad's putting it all
on you.

You're lying.

Yeah?

You think he loves you?

Or even likes you?

Ou think he won't toss you
over to save his own skin?

You messed up, Mikey.

You're not supposed to screw
the merchandise.

And you're definitely
not supposed to kill it.

Your dad called you
a "Fat moron."

That ring a bell?

We found Lou's books.

Right where Mikey said
they'd be--

in a hole in the wall
behind the refrigerator.

"Pilar, Anna, Vika."

Every date, what they charged,
what they did.

Some of these women did
15 jobs a night.

And they grossed thousands.

Look what they made
for themselves.

$30 for cosmetics,
$20 for energy drinks,

and an underwear allowance.

Guys, we're missing somebody.

The girl who picked up Pilar
at the hospital.

Pilar called her Sofia.

- Indian-looking girl?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I drove her

when Amaro and Rollins were
playing taxi cop.

There's no Sofia in here.

She didn't book any dates.

She had at least one.

She was with a john
that night.

It's not in the book.

She and the john
weren't having sex.

- They were just talking.
- What language?

Something foreign.
I couldn't hear.

Anna said Sofia had
her own room in the house.

And she's new.

The intercepted communications
about the terrorism...

did they say it was a he?

I'll call Eames.

Sofia?

Who's Sofia?

- Where is she?
- Beats me.

Getting a bikini wax.

Lou, we know

that she wasn't working
for you and Mikey.

So what was she doing?

You were just babysitting her,
weren't you?

Did somebody pay you
to do that?

They tell you what
she was here for?

Who's she?

What's this worth to you?

Depends what you tell us.

So I can walk out of here?

Go back to Long Beach?

Catch the end of the game?

Give us a taste.

Okay.

She came in two weeks ago.

But she wasn't here to hook.

She was up to something else.

What?

Tell us where she is.

Know what?

I might remember that...

once my lawyer works out
a deal for me.

That's a hell of a cover
for a terrorist.

To come into the country
as a smuggled sex slave.

Who'd have thought?

Sure, just another woman being
bought and sold.

Nobody's gonna look
too carefully at that.

- I've got to call my people.
- And then what?

They whisk Lou away
and give him whatever he wants?

To prevent
a major terrorist attack,

yeah, they will.

After what they did
to those girls?

After they beat one to death?

Look, where did Fin pick up

Sofia's john,
at a hotel?

No, apartment building.
Amsterdam Ave.

Just give us one crack
at this

before you make that call.

You want to go after
an operational terrorist

by yourselves?

SVU takes on Al-Qaeda?

You can come with.

All right, super says
she's in there right now.

Usually comes around 5:00
and stays an hour.

It's 6:11.

Don't yell, okay?

Who's in there?

A date.

How many are they,
and what weapons do they have?

What?
What do you think I am?

I'm just a whore.

I work for Lou.

Did you know that tattoos
were forbidden in Islam?

How many?
What weapons?

Don't move!

Not an inch!

That a boy.

Just keep still now.

I keep telling you,

I don't know about bombs.

I was just there to have sex.

No. See, Sofia,
we're way past that.

We can have you examined,
and when we do,

we're gonna find out
you're a virgin.

Aren't we?

- How can a whore be a virgin?
- She can't.

Must have been awful for you.

Living in that house.

I'm sure you had
a good reason.

What happened to you?

You know what happened to me.

No, I don't.
I want to understand.

What happened?

Did it happen to you?

To someone in your family?

You're from Waziristan.

What village?

Don't you think people
should know?

They call you a terrorist.

Don't you think
they should understand?

Don't you want them...

to understand?

My father was a doctor.

A drone struck some people
near where we lived.

My father went to help.

To tend the wounded.

He was not a fighter.

He was trying to save lives.

Stop the bleeding.

And then...

another drone hit.

Your government targets
the rescuers.

It is standard...
policy.

My father...

he was blown into pieces.

We buried the ones
we could find.

So you came here.

This is where
the drones came from.

And you hid among girls
that were being raped,

who were enslaved.

And you let that happen.

I was sorry for them.

But there are so many people
to be sorry for.

It's a rough story
about the father.

They all have a reason.

Something.

And that's how you break 'em.

Get them to tell their story.

Isn't that how you do it?

Well, I don't normally do it
leaning over sideways.

Yeah.

Uh...

I learned that from my partner
at Major Case.

It was his way
of keeping eye contact.

It's a little eccentric.

You have no idea.

Okay.

All that time together.

The two of us.

It was like we were married.

But you weren't.

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