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I'm telling ya, Mr. and Mrs. Kim,

and I think you'll agree

that this is the ideal spot

to launch a lifetime of memories together.

And you've got plenty of space for yourselves,

with much more room to grow.

You said you had a couple of kids, right?

Another one on the way.

That's fantastic. Congratulations.

MR. KIM: Thanks. I appreciate it.

Then you should definitely know that about two quick rights

down the street and about a block down

is the greatest preschool in the world.

Oh, that's great.

Um, would you guys mind excusing me for a second?

Oh, sure.

I don't know, honey. I really like it.

I couldn't tell.

You practically squeezed my hand off

when you saw the Jacuzzi.

I had no choice.

I'll meet you there.

Look, I'm really sorry, you guys.

There's just something that I need to take care of right away.

Oh, okay.

We can hook up later, okay? I'll give a call?

Sure.

Sure. Okay.

Hey, morning.

What do we got?

Other than a little southwestern flair?

We've got Lance Hamilton, 32, relocated here

from El Paso, Texas ten years ago.

He's a local real estate agent

with a company called Windsor Shore.

His secretary called when he missed a day's appointments

and didn't return any of her messages.

Was she the last person to see him?

No, he took a couple out yesterday morning.

A woman showed up, he got into a heated discussion with her

-And then he split in a hurry.

-No, no, we're working on it. -You know, Martin,

I see you and Sam in a place just like this.

I do.

Barbecuing out back with the kids,

Uncle Danny coming to shoot some hoops.

I've seen your hook shot. Start working on it now.

I'm unstoppable and you know it.

Who the hell hangs something like this up in their house?

Maybe that guy's trying to compensate for something.

Well, he's definitely not married,

because no woman would allow that.

You're right, he's not.

Ooh, Martin,

we've got lipstick.

Hey, check it out.

What do you got?

It's a piece of shirt, with blood.

Looks like somebody messed with Texas.

We usually talk, like, ten times an hour,

so when he didn't check in after

Mr. and Mrs. Kim's appointment,

I started calling all his numbers,

you know, home, cell, pager.

But all the message boxes just filled up.

Ms. Daniels, do you recognize this woman?

Who is she?

She stopped by the house

that Mr. Hamilton was showing yesterday.

No, I'm sorry.

What about his personal life?

Do you know if he was seeing anybody?

I didn't think so.

Which is weird, because he's an attractive, successful man.

What do you mean you didn't think so?

Well, some woman showed up here the night before last,

and it got pretty strange.

Hi.

Hi.

Can I help you with something?

You know what, Olivia?

I've got this one. thank you.

What are you doing here?

You could ruin everything.

What do you mean? I was worried about you.

You know the way this works.

But it isn't working. You said so yourself.

: I don't want you here.

No, no, no. I didn't mean that. I...

I'm confused.

You sure it was a wedding ring?

Positive.

Do you have any idea who she was?

No, I'd never seen her before.

We're gonna need to see all of Mr. Hamilton's files;

his clientele, properties,

professional associates...

Okay, want me to get them together?

Please.

It sounds like he certainly had problems with multiple women.

Alright, here's the last of them.

Two years, he sold this many properties?

The guy must be good. Yeah, he must be.

He sells houses in pairs.

Take a look at this. In the past three months,

he sold two different properties to the same buyer, James Fusco,

a.k.a. Jimmy "The Tooth."

He's a low-level guy who popped

on the white collar watch list recently.

Money laundering, mortgage reversal, illegal gambling...

When's the last time he and Hamilton paired up on a property?

A couple of months ago, but get this.

The day Lance disappeared, our boy Jimmy "The Tooth"

called Lance's office seven times in four hours.

I wonder what was so important.

Who knows?

Mr. Fusco, rumor has it

that you have been trying very hard

to get in contact with Lance Hamilton.

You want to tell me why?

Lance and I, we do a little business together.

Nothing to it.

What pressing piece of business

had you calling him seven times yesterday?

I wanted to buy a house from the guy.

Another one?

Yeah.

Third time lucky?

You laugh, but it ain't no joke.

These are all legitimate purchases.

I could show you...

Relax, Stan.

It's my wife.

You know how women are.

No, not really. How are they?

Finicky.

First it was the freaky shadows on the bedroom wall at night.

She said she couldn't sleep

with the devil's fingers flicking on her face.

Okay, so we moved someplace with better nighttime lighting.

And the second house?

A flock of birds showing up

every time she got the car washed.

So you called Lance

and you hit the market again?

Yeah, yeah. He and I were supposed to meet up

and go see another place yesterday.

But he didn't show up.

And he didn't return my calls.

So I went over to find out why.

That's when I saw this lady jumping into the cab outside.

Now I know what you been doing all day.

I saw that piece of tail taking off.

What the hell, Jimmy? Don't you knock?

The door was open.

Something going on with you?

No, I'm-I'm fine.

Buddy, I'm not blind.

You're in deep water.

I said I'm fine.

Hmm.

I bought 17 houses in the past ten years.

Never once met a half-naked real estate agent

burning clothes in his fireplace.

This woman getting into the cab, did you get a good look at her?

Good enough.

Do they look familiar?

Uh.

If I had to say, it could be her.

Woman takes off in a hurry.

Lance burns the evidence.

Sounds like he got himself into some kind

of a love triangle thing and it turned ugly.

That'll get you in trouble every time.

Oh, please. I'm going to go check on Fusco's alibi.

Alright, what do we got?

It's about time. I saved you half.

I was talking about the stack of files.

Do you mind?

I've been pulling DMV records

on all of Lance's female clients.

Mm-hmm.

Hopefully, we can get a hit on one of our unknown women.

You got it? Thanks.

Uh-oh.

What do you got? The toxicology report

from the blood we found on Lance's fireplace.

Is HIV positive.

Is it his?

It doesn't match

the DNA sample we got from his house.

Hey, maybe it's hers.

Uh-huh.

She bought a commercial property on Riverdale

from Lance six months ago.

Valerie Serbanesco, come on down.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Yes, you can.

We're here to see Valerie.

Is she available?

Yes.

Please, come.

Would you like something to drink?

No, I'll pass.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Valerie will be right with you.

Okay, thanks.

Ah, gentlemen, welcome.

What are we in the mood for today?

Well, what do you got?

Whatever you want.

I think we're up for anything.

Why don't you show us what you have?

Alright.

Girls?

WOMAN: I can't...

I found the girls' passports locked up in the back.

You know, every door, every window in this joint is locked.

Yeah, there's absolutely no way out of here.

These girls come over here

thinking they're going to get a better life.

They end up stuck in this dump

having sex with ten different guys a night.

The madam just conveniently became mute.

She wouldn't identify the photo of Lance we showed her.

What about the girls, recognize him?

According to them he runs the place.

So real estate's

not his first calling.

They're scared to death of him.

A friend of my father, he came one day.

He said I should go to United States.

I could be nanny.

He said I could earn more in one year

than my father makes in his life.

We had little saved, but it was enough for a deposit.

You had to pay to come here and do this?

This is why we are here.

To repay for bringing us to America.

Here it is, 40 grand,

five grand apiece.

Okay.

Alright, girls. Let's go.

In the van, come on.

They told us work here three

months to pay off our debts.

Then three months turns into six months.

I never saw anyone ever get out.

We thought we were coming to New York

to see Empire State building,

go shopping in Times Square.

Come on.

WOMAN: Go. Into your rooms.

Let's go, let's go.

You'll do as you're told.

Whoa, whoa, in here, come on.

That was my first time.

And all along I kept thinking,

"Run Ariana, run away."

Why didn't you run away?

Because they said they would kill us.

They would kill our families back home.

Did anyone ever try to run?

Lance caught her.

Come on.

Caught her at the Liquor Mart trying to catch a ride.

So what are you doing to make sure that she knows next time?

I want you to take a look, alright?

-Because I want you to learn. -Go on, do it again.

Take a long look at that. I want you to see this, alright?

See it?

This man... who made you watch Lance beat up Nadia.

You know who he is?

No.

But maybe he's the boss.

Please... Nadia--

we haven't seen her since the night before last.

You have no idea where she is?

No.

But they did something to her.

I'm sure of it.

They killed her.

We're going to take care of it.

We'll find her.

I'll, um...

I'll get someone in here to help you.

Okay, let's get these girls to a clinic right away.

I want full physicals, complete blood panels

and a psychiatrist.

See if we can help them.

We have to call INS.

Okay, if you do,

tell them they cannot deport these girls right now.

If their families are being threatened,

we could be sending them home to die.

This guy is a real estate agent?

No. When we catch up with him,

trust me, we're going to kick his ass.

Look, our pimp has a registered handgun.

Security at JFK just stopped a woman

trying to board a plane to Texas with it in her bag.

Okay, let's get her now.

WOMAN: What's going on?

I told the people at the airport,

I forgot to declare the gun. Is it that big a deal?

Why were you in such a rush to get to Texas today?

I have family there. What is this about?

You bought your ticket this morning.

You didn't buy a return flight.

What's the big rush to get out of town?

I'm a spontaneous person. So what?

A spontaneous person with a gun.

That's a good combo. Where'd you get the gun?

My husband gave it to me.

Your husband? Yes.

Lance Hamilton?

Look, there's a contact I'm supposed to use

if there's ever a problem.

What kind of contact?

I can't say any more.

Ms. Norwood, your husband is missing.

Lance is missing?

You want to tell me what the hell is going on?

My husband's name isn't Hamilton, it's Norwood.

He's an undercover cop.

Your husband's a police officer?

Nassau County P.D.

I'm assuming that if he's undercover,

you're not part of his backstop ID.

No.

So what were you doing at his office and staying at his house?

A few nights ago he had called me out of the blue, drunk.

He kept rambling on about how everything was changing,

how he didn't know if he could go on doing any of it anymore.

What was changing, the investigation?

I don't know. When I pushed him, he shut down and hung up on me.

So I came to check on him at his office.

-You could have blown his cover. -It was stupid, but I had to.

We wound up spending the night together

and in the morning he was okay.

But when he came home from work that night, he was frantic.

Beth, where are you!

Lance, I'm right here.

What's wrong?

You've got to go. What?

-You've got to go.

Listen to me. I need you to get on a plane to El Paso, okay?

Stay with my sister, I'll call you.

Lance, what is going on?

Here.

Okay, look. You take this.

You take it. Okay? Just in case.

Slow down and talk to me.

No, I can't do that! You can. Whose blood is that?

Damn it, listen to me, Beth!

I need you to go.

Okay?

Come on. This whole thing is starting to fall apart.

Please, okay? Trust me.

Just grab your stuff.

Is there any chance that he'd been compromised?

I'm not sure.

Lance would never tell me

anything about his investigation.

I have no idea what he got himself into.

At first we were going after guys

trying to clean their money in the real estate market.

Lance was a perfect fit for the operation.

He had the charm and would do anything to get off.

So how long before he transitioned

into the flesh trade?

About six months ago. He came in with the idea.

He'd gone with Jimmy Fusco

out at the Pelosis's brothel at Medford.

He said what he saw going on out there

made him want to puke.

So what did he want to do about it?

Jimmy was a guy with a big mouth.

So it was only a matter of time till word spread to Pelosi

that he'd made him a lot of money.

The plan practically wrote itself.

Now I don't know if you know this or not,

but Jimmy took me down to your place in Medford

a little while back.

I'm not trying to tell you

how to run your business or anything, but...

you could do better.

You didn't have a good enough time?

No, Mr. Pelosi, I did. Believe me.

You have a beautiful bunch of girls down there.

But see, the problem is

the properties you use.

Not only are they low end,

but they're as hard as hell to get to.

You know, an-and people, I mean,

people want to feel good about getting laid.

You know, they want it to be easy,

but see, if you invest

a little in the fine details, you know, maybe you relocate

to some place a little more convenient, I guarantee

that you will see a boost in profits

like you've never imagined.

Okay, and I'm talking bankers and lawyers

lining up in their lunch hour,

paying top dollar for what you're serving up inside.

Okay.

I like what I'm hearing so far.

So who is this guy Pelosi, anyway?

Leo Pelosi.

He's number three in the food chain.

He personally oversees four houses in various parts.

Not including the one

you guys shut down this afternoon.

So who goes in the top square?

We still haven't figured that out yet.

And when we do, this whole thing comes tumbling down.

Did he ever mention anything

about one of the girls, Nadia,

disappearing from the house?

What, you know her?

Lance came in a few days ago.

He brought Nadia with him.

He figured she could give him everything he needed

to wrap this case up for good.

Nadia, tell them about the guy

who recruited you, back in Romania.

He was teacher at my school.

We came over for exchange program,

study, work,

maybe become citizen.

And there were a lot of other girls

whose teacher said the same thing, right?

Guys, she can even name names.

You know, sh-she can recognize photos.

Sounds great.

Hey, would you excuse us for a second?

Lance, look.

You're right.

She'll be able to give us something,

but we're not at that stage yet.

We're still trying to figure out

who's running things over here.

Yeah, and we're making good headway with that.

Exactly. You're getting close,

but if we pull her now, how fast do you think Pelosi's

gonna shut that place down? Then where are we?

Listen, if we work this right, then we can get them all out.

But it's not gonna happen overnight.

Alright, well, how much longer?

Depends.

When's the meet between you and number two?

I don't know.

I've been pushing for it, but it could still be

another two, three weeks.

There you go, then. Three more weeks.

Three...?!

Do you know what that means to her?

Do you know what she has to do every night?

You might as well say three years.

Hey, I'm trying to be realistic here.

She's a child. For God's sake.

She's 15 years old.

Lance, this isn't about her. Remember?

It's about that.

You guys have no idea what happened

when he took her back there, do you?

Pelosi was waiting for them.

Yeah.

Lance had to tell them that Nadia escaped.

So not only didn't he get her out of there,

but he had to beat the crap out of her to set an example.

So now they're both missing?

Yeah.

So where is Pelosi now?

It's dinner time.

He's probably over at his brother's restaurant in Queens.

Has your husband ever mentioned a man named Leo Pelosi?

No. Who is he?

What's this about?

We think that your husband's investigation may have...

evolved over time.

Evolved into what?

Trafficking sex slaves.

We believe that Lance had infiltrated the group

and was trying to shut it down from within,

but he may have been compromised,

so any information

that you have...

No, he never said a thing.

This isn't what he wanted.

It's just, you know, I-I...

I finally have a shot at doing something real, Beth.

You know, not just pulling people over

for running red lights.

I guess.

I didn't realize you weren't happy.

No...

It-it's not that.

It's just these guys, you know. They...

They really believe in me,

and I think that this could be

the start of something really big.

So what are you going to be doing?

If I told you, I'd, I'd have to kill you,

and neither of us wants that, right?

Seriously, Lance.

Beth...

I really, really need to do this.

Hey, but I can't do it without you.

So I did it.

It was hard, but...

Then when we would see each other, we'd have these...

magical weekends together.

The only two people on the planet.

Then about six months ago, things started changing.

He wouldn't be able to call

or come home when he said he was going to.

Well, that would correspond

with the change in his investigation.

It explains now. I just wish he would have been

able to tell me what was going on.

So I'm sure it was difficult,

but believe me, his silence was for your own good.

You're starting to sound like him.

Jimmy Fusco's alibi checked out, so...

You wearing a wire?

It's not a wire.

It's a halter monitor for my heart.

I went to see a doctor a while back

and he's been running some tests.

Look, I'd really appreciate it

if you didn't say anything to anyone about this,

at least until I find out more about it myself.

I mean even Martin.

Sure. Of course.

Thanks.

You're, um...

Oh.

Johnson.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Really.

When?

Okay, thanks.

A charge came up

on Lance Hamilton's company credit card.

The secretary rented a 12-seat passenger van this afternoon.

Planning a trip somewhere?

With 11 of your closest friends?

Did Lance call and ask you to get the van for him?

He told me not to say anything.

Olivia, we know you care about Lance,

but right now, he is in serious danger.

The best way you can help him is to tell us

what he said to you. Trust me.

A few hours after you left this morning, he called,

and he was desperate.

Lance, are you alright?

The FBI's looking all over for you.

The FBI?

You were missing, so I called them.

Okay, look.

I-I can't explain everything right now, so please don't ask,

but I need you to do me a big favor.

Go into my office.

Okay.

Okay, now beside the desk, there's a bookcase where I keep

all the Willowcrest files and brochures.

But they-they took all the files.

That's alright. They-they didn't take my boots, did they?

Your boots?

The bookends.

Uh... no.

Okay, good.

I need you to go ahead and look inside those boots.

Where did you get all this money?

I can't tell you that right now.

But...

Livia, listen to me. This is how it's got to be.

Okay, I'm sorry,

but I am in really big trouble right now,

so, please, can you help me?

He told me rent a van and put the money under the back seat.

Did you deliver the van to him?

He told me just to drop it off.

Where?

They must have made the pickup already.

It's clear!

Viv!

Yeah.

JACK: Three more weeks.

He left his badge on her body.

It's obviously a message for the cops.

That he wasn't gonna wait around anymore.

He was gonna save the girls.

So he swaps his car for the van,

he sends his secretary to get money,

but he never comes back for the girls. Why?

Unless he saw us there and took off.

Hey.

Okay, we have a match on the HIV-positive blood

from Lance's house. It's Nadia's.

My guess is, she didn't even know she was ill.

Yeah. We've also got matching prints

from her body and inside the car.

They belong to Valerie Serbanesco.

The madam.

Yeah.

Well, go lean on her.

No, I didn't kill anyone.

You're either directly responsible, or you know who is.

Which is it, Valerie?

I know who did it.

But if I tell you, I need you to protect me.

We've already contacted the U.S. Marshall's Office.

We can have you in the Witness Protection Program tomorrow.

The day after Nadia escaped, one of Mr. Pelosi's friends

was arrested outside another of his houses.

Mr. Pelosi, he start thinking someone is talking.

He put a gun to my head.

I couldn't think of anyone except Nadia!

Okay, shh... Okay, then what?

He took her out in the middle of the night, called the next day.

He said to come get her at one of his warehouses in Queens.

I went to get Lance, but by the time we got there,

Nadia was dead.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

I didn't sign up for this.

What are you talking about?

Nadia is dead because of me.

This isn't your fault.

I was supposed to protect her.

No, it's my fault.

I was the one who told Pelosi

I thought she was talking to the cops.

I am the cop.

You're the cop?

What?

You're a cop?

Why are you telling me this?! You're going to get me killed!

Listen to me! Just listen to me! No!

It's gonna be okay. No.

Alright? Okay.

Um, look, I... I'm gonna take care of this, okay?

I... I'm gonna take care of this.

Come on.

Do you know what he meant

when he said he was gonna take care of everything?

No, I don't know. All he said was he had a friend,

uh, an immigration lawyer, who could help.

And then he took me back

and he-he said to act like nothing happened.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Because Lance never came back.

For all I know, Mr. Pelosi, he found out and he killed him.

And if I said anything,

my family back home would be killed, too.

Mr. Pelosi...

what do you say we do away with the unnecessary pleasantries?

Now, we know that you were heading up a sex slave ring

with houses in Medford, Queens, Yonkers and the Bronx.

Really? That's news to me.

And that a lot of the girls that you're holding there are underage.

Some as young as 15.

Which means you're already looking at child endangerment,

exploitation and violations of the White Slave Traffic Act.

Add to that, the fact that you killed and torched

one of those little girls yesterday,

I would say that you're looking at a very long stretch.

I'm sure you know what they do to child killers in there.

I don't think I'm going to talk

to either of you till my lawyer gets here.

Is that, uh, okay with you guys?

Yeah, fine with me.

You should also know that we have enough evidence

to lock you up for killing a police officer.

What... what cop did I allegedly kill?

Lance Norwood.

Oh, you may know him as, uh, Lance Hamilton.

Lance?

I didn't kill Lance.

Hell, I didn't even know he was a cop.

Yeah, well, he is a cop.

Now he's missing.

He ain't missing.

I just saw him a few hours ago.

But if you ask me,

he wasn't acting like no cop I've ever seen.

Who is that?

PELOSI: Lance, what are you doing here?

Back off!

Back off!

Is there a problem?

Come on, girls, you're coming with me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing? You're actually gonna cut me out

of the picture here or something?

Yeah, you could say that.

Come on!

To the van, let's go. Come on, let's go!

You realize what this means, right?

Yeah.

Pelosi, I do.

Lance... you go right on ahead.

But I'm gonna tell you right now.

I'm gonna catch up with you later.

So did you?

Catch up with him?

Well, yeah.

Didn't your guys tell ya?

I'm a really fast walker.

We've got enough to put him away for a long time.

Something tells me he never even got close to our guy.

Maybe, but Lance has definitely got to be running from him.

With a handful of girls, he's got to have some kind of plan.

Alright. I think I tracked down the lawyer

the madam was talking about. His name is Wayne Aguilera.

He's an immigration attorney from the Upper East Side.

He used to room with Lance

at the University of Texas, El Paso,

and he just woke up a judge

asking for six emergency T Visas.

Mr. Aguilera?

I'm Special Agent Jack Malone.

This is Special Agent Vivian Johnson.

We're from the FBI.

How, uh... how can I help you?

We're looking for a Lance Norwood.

Mr. Aguilera, have you had any contact with him?

It's very important that you tell us.

He could be in serious danger.

Well, yeah. I mean, I saw him tonight.

I hadn't heard from him in years.

Then I get this call out of the blue,

saying he needed to see me right away.

Big Lance.

Wayne, thanks for meeting me on such short notice, man.

It's not like I've got a hot date lined up or anything.

I just... I-I just didn't know who else to turn to.

In here.

Whoa.

Yeah.

Girls, hey, look, this is Wayne.

He's gonna take care of you.

Okay, don't worry.

You can, right?

I don't know, Lance. You should have told me

about this on the phone.

Alright, look.

Look, here it is. 150 grand.

You just take it, take what you need

to get the paperwork done, alright?

And give the rest to them. Wayne, Wayne, listen to me.

Please... please.

I am out on a limb here...

...and they need you.

Okay. Alright.

Okay.

I had no idea he was in that kind of trouble.

And those girls, they don't know the hell

that he saved them from.

Where are they now?

They're in a motel while we get the paperwork going.

Do you know where Mr. Norwood is now?

No. Just that he was leaving town.

Said he'd be in touch to check on the girls,

but it wasn't safe for him to stick around anymore.

My guess is, he wouldn't go too far without his wife.

You Malone?

Yeah.

Lance Norwood.

Where's Beth?

We found your car, Mr. Norwood.

And Nadia.

She was only 15.

Yeah, I know.

Um, what about the other girls from the house?

I... I saw you picking them up.

Are they okay?

We took them to your friend, Wayne Aguilera.

He's helping with their T Visas.

That's great. Thank you.

You should also know that we have Pelosi in custody,

and he's willing to flip on anyone to catch a break.

Yeah. Well, once he spills,

there are gonna be a lot of people looking for me.

Sometimes the best thing to do is to, um...

just get on with your life.

Yeah.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Thank you.

I'll get your wife.

Hi.