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I'd love to go for seconds.

Didn't I tell you?

MAN: Awesome.

Pete here's my advanced guy.

For once, the merchandise lived up to the hype.

So, how about another double on Friday?

My schedule's crazy, but call me.

Let's book.

I got an appointment downtown.

See you later.

Whoo! Oh!

Where you off to?

Nowhere special. You're very late.

That's why I'm rushing.

No, on the rent.

I don't want to ask you again.

I'll get it to you soon.

You know I'm good for it.

And you know I've been good to you...

better than a lot of landlords would be.

I do.

I appreciate it, really.

But I got to go.

This guy gets crazy if I keep him waiting.

Hey, hey, hey...

You can take five minutes, hmm?

Not now. Tomorrow.

I promise.

I'm holding you to it.

Yeah... excuse me for a second.

Hey.

Oh, here, let me help.

No, I got it.

Here, here. I got it.

I'm fine.

Okay, just trying to help.

I know. I'm just tired of people

treating me with kid gloves.

Right.

So, who is she?

Dina Kingston, 20 years old,

no record of employment,

last seen at her apartment two days ago.

The landlord called it in.

There... did you see that?

Even the rookies are treating me like a geezer from Boca.

Look, he's a Boy Scout, Martin.

He thought he was being polite. Yeah, right.

Listen, this is going to take time, okay?

Why don't you just stop trying to fight it.

Does that advice come with a cookie?

Ouch.

I'm sorry.

You didn't deserve that.

No, I didn't.

Yeah.

So, I stopped by her apartment the next day,

she wasn't there.

Why does that set off an alarm?

MAN: Nobody's seen her in a couple of days.

And she owes me rent.

We're not a collection agency, Mr. Ditell.

She should be here, all right?

She works mostly out of the house...

you know, male guests.

SAMANTHA: So she's a prostitute.

Yeah.

And she was on her way out to see a john.

Seemed a little antsy,

so I thought maybe something happened to her.

Does she have a pimp?

Never saw one. Are you her pimp?

You kidding me?

You seem very concerned.

Yeah. I want my rent, all right?

And if she's not coming back,

I need to turn the apartment.

MARTIN: First things first...

where were you the night she disappeared?

Forced to spend time with my wife.

Yeah, we'll go ahead

and take it from here.

Somebody was searching for something.

Yeah.

And the question is "what?"

You know,

maybe the client Dina was going to see

wanted something that she had, things went south,

they grabbed her keys and came back here to look for it.

Or maybe... they were looking for this.

What do you think?

Her little black book?

DANNY: No. I never said that your husband doesn't work late.

Okay, well, please don't yell at me.

I'm not yelling at you.

Well, I'm sorry

that your husband's a lying ball of crap.

Danny Taylor, FBI.

Please have him call me, okay? Thank you.

Hell hath no fury like the wife of a john.

You're telling me?

She had a lot of clients, huh?

Yeah, well, these numbers

are just off her phone records, so...

Oh, well, hooray for cell phones.

I mean, other than this, she'd be pretty much off the grid.

No credit card, no tax returns,

no next of kin that's come forward.

The techs have the burnt book, right?

Yeah, they're trying to see if they can salvage anything.

And who'd burn a hooker's black book, huh?

Well, I'm guessing a client who's got something to hide.

Yeah, but why burn it?

Why not just take it? Well, luckily for us,

criminals are not usually rocket scientists.

Where's the rookie?

Probably getting the Jack Special.

JACK: The hours are long.

Despite renewed family values,

families are churning out record numbers of runaways.

There's a lot to learn.

Couple of years, you'll hit your stride.

What do you mean "a couple of years"?

I thought this was just another T.D.Y.--

that I was going to be rotating in 90 days.

This is a permanent assignment.

You got other plans?

Well, yes, I was hoping for white-collar.

And I was hoping for eggs and bacon for breakfast

but my cholesterol's 253.

Look, if it's any consolation,

my first choice went to Counterterrorism.

Oh, so I guess we're going to be

stuck with each other for a while.

It would seem that way, yes.

Agents Spade and Fitzgerald

are over at Dina Kingston's.

Why don't you, uh... why don't you join them there?

Of course.

Uh, well, let me ask you something.

Um, I was wondering, since I'm

the new kid on the playground, do you have any word of advice?

Only the obvious:

do your job, don't throw sand...

Excellent.

Agent Delgado? Yeah.

Little light reading.

Thanks.

Uh, the, uh...

the whole pile.

Hi. Vivian Johnson.

Elena Delgado. Yeah, Jack told us

you'd be joining us.

NYPD Vice, right?

That and Decoy.

Five years.

That forms manual is just going to gather dust.

Okay, well, thanks.

Don't need it.

This is Danny Taylor.

Hello. Hello, Danny.

What are you?

I'm super.

I have to go.

So nice meeting you. Yeah.

Welcome.

MARTIN: Well, I think she's healthy, because I'm not seeing anything

for STD's in here.

SAMANTHA: Maybe not so healthy.

What do you got, drugs?

The remnants of.

Coke

I don't know.

By these white chunks, I would say

maybe oxicodon.

MARTIN: Oxicodon?

SAMANTHA: Yeah.

Self-medication.

A lot of working girls do it.

Takes the edge off the work.

Elena Delgado.

Uh, Samantha Spade.

Hi. We've been expecting you.

Nice meeting you.

And you must be Martin Fitzgerald?

Cane give me away?

It did.

So, uh, how much has Jack told you?

Um, just what you knew an hour ago, so just keep going.

I'll catch up.

Great. Well, she was frugal.

Some hotel soaps--

Clairborne, Downtown Westsider, the Mercury Plaza.

All of these are local hotels.

So, she brings

clients here and then does out-calls in nearby hotels.

MARTIN: Yeah. So, if these

are her regular places,

she could have been headed to one when she disappeared.

Right. Okay, why don't you come with me

and, uh, we'll go check these places out.

MARTIN: Oh, don't wait for me.

I was told to stay put in case any dangerous johns show up.

: Well, nice meeting you.

We looked through Dina's phone records, Mr. West.

You called her every Friday for the last six months.

DANNY: But then, this Friday,

nothing. What happened?

I'd had enough, that's all.

Did you have a little falling out, Arny?

You could say that.

DANNY: When? Couple of weeks ago.

Tell us about it.

She went all nut-job on me.

Hi, baby.

Oh, gosh, sweetie.

Did Daddy forget your bedtime story?

You know what?

I'll tell you an extra long one.

Yeah.

It'll have dragons and a butterfly.

Give me about 20 minutes.

Daddy loves you, too.

Did you just answer a call from your daughter?

Yeah. So?

No.

No, I can't do this.

You got to get out.

You're kidding me, right?

Just get dressed

and get the hell out!

Or what?

You going to call tough guy Bobby?

Listen, I paid my money.

I want my happy ending.

And what do you suppose got to her?

I mean, besides your piggish behavior.

Beats me.

We finished, I left, never called her again.

Who's Bobby?

Her pimp.

She said he was nearby.

Would bust my head if I got out of line.

When I first started with her,

she used to call him to let him know

she was with somebody.

And you never met him before.

He wasn't the one I was paying to see.

This is the first we're hearing about her having a pimp.

Well, a pimp would have a key to her apartment.

And he'd probably know which john she was headed to that day.

Look, there's a few Roberts in her phone records.

I'm going to run them down.

Yeah, and I'm going to call Sam

and see if he hung out at one of those hotels. Okay.

All right, let's, uh, split up

and talk to the waitresses, okay?

Teddy, come here.

Ambrosia.

I'm good friends with Dina.

Now she told me that you could help me...

to make some friends.

New in town?

If that's what they like.

So come on, I'll make it worth your while.

Talk to me.

What do we do?

How do we... Hey.

Hey...!

This is Chloe and she's my friend

and she just came from Pittsburgh.

Hi.

Pretty.

Yeah, beautiful.

And she'll do anything you like.

Yeah, we, uh...

we also work together.

Mm-hmm.

If you'd be interested.

I'm sure I would.

Good.

Okay, very nice.

So, how do we do it?

Keep a low profile.

People come to me, I refer you over to them.

What's your take?

Like any service-- 15% is nice, 20% is better.

Teddy?

FBI.

Damn.

Yeah.

Yep. Sorry.

Listen, we're not here to bust you.

Though we could. Yeah.

Here's the thing-- we want to know

the last time you saw Dina Kingston.

When was she in here?

She's been coming in a lot lately.

More than usual?

Way more.

I'm serious, Teddy.

Anything you've got, you send my way.

Why, so you can tell me "no"?

No, I swear. All you're going to hear from me

for the next two weeks is "yes."

Guy wants to use a riding crop,

put a bit in your mouth?

I'm game if he's got the extra cash.

You're serious.

Leather, showers, threesomes, anything.

Kink's not your usual style.

If they're looking to pay for something extra,

I'll make them extra happy.

And this was when?

Couple weeks ago.

We were knee deep with bad-tipping software geeks.

So, two weeks ago, she's suddenly hurting for cash?

That's how I read it. Did you ever

see her with a pimp, a guy named Bobby?

Never saw her with any guys

other than the johns I referred.

What about girls?

Only girl I ever saw her with was Nicki Tyler.

This time of day, you could probably catch her

over at the back room of Sally's Massage Parlor--

47th and Tenth.

Thanks, Teddy.

We'll be back.

Not a bad play.

Next time give me a little heads

Got you.

You were really fast on your feet.

Nicki Tyler.

We're looking for Nicki Tyler.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, hey! We're with the FBI, okay?

Great. Federal beef.

That relaxes me immediately.

We're not here for you.

Dina Kingston's gone missing.

We want to ask you a few questions.

Why come to me?

Have you seen her recently?

No.

Anyone threatening her?

Maybe pressing her for cash?

I'm not her banker.

How the hell should I know?

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ow!

Hey! Back off!

Back off! We're FBI, okay?

Lose the attitude, turn around,

relax!

Come on.

Come on.

I know she was definitely looking to trick more.

She say why?

No.

All started a couple weeks ago.

She was pretty messed up.

Dina.

What's wrong with you, didn't you hear the buzzer?

Dina?

Oh, my God.

Honey, what did you do?

I can't take it, Nick.

I just messed up so bad.

Come on.

Get your arm up.

Honey, listen to me.

What he's asking is too much.

He who?

Who's asking you to do what?

I can't even kill myself right.

Stopped the bleeding, then I put her to bed.

And you still don't know who was threatening her?

SAMANTHA: Was it her pimp?

She doesn't have a pimp.

Okay, was it a drug dealer? Loan shark?

Look, I really don't know.

How about the way back to Rikers, do you know that?

'Cause I know for a fact, this violates your parole.

You want to book me? Book me.

I got nothing else to say.

What the hell was that?

You took good cop, I played bad.

You're not a cop anymore.

She was giving us attitude. I don't like it.

Guess what?

Sometimes you have to take a little attitude

to get the information.

Let me tell you something.

This is not about proving yourself

on the street, okay?

This is about finding a missing person alive.

You got it?

You put a tail on Nicki? Yeah.

We're also running loan sharks, dealers,

and we're still on the trail of this Bobby guy.

Those guys after her doesn't explain

why the black book was burned.

Well, unless her pimp

covered her tab, burned her black book

so she can't work independently.

Or had her stashed in a 24/7 stable

until she paid off her debt.

All right, then.

Good.

Agent Delgado.

Could I speak to you for a moment, please?

Yes, sir?

Do I detect a minority report?

I'm just following Agent Spade's lead.

If it were your case, hypothetical...

In my experience, sir,

hookers' stories don't have a happy ending.

I would mark it cold and then move on.

That's a strong point of view.

It is.

Um, that caution you asked me about earlier--

experience is great.

Use it, don't let it use you.

You can go.

Hi.

You're the five-oh looking for Dina?

No.

No, not police, FBI.

Come on in.

Did you know Dina?

I just know her name from the mailbox.

Right.

What's your name?

Barbara.

Well, that's a nice name.

Aren't you out a little bit too late?

I was looking for you.

Oh, you were?

After Dina left,

I saw this guy trying to break into her apartment...

with this.

It broke in the doorjamb.

It's only part of a name and some of the numbers.

I don't know if you could find somebody with that.

No, no. This is great.

I'm sure we can figure it out.

You know, I got to thank you, Luther,

for leaving your credit card behind.

It's extremely helpful to us.

Now do you want to tell us

what the hell you were doing,

breaking into Dina's apartment?

Wanted to get in for a few minutes.

To do what?

I gave Dina my business card.

Now, it was stupid of me to try to break in,

but I just wanted to get it back.

Do you usually give your business card to prostitutes?

No.

But she seemed so desperate.

So those, uh... those stores you buy for,

they must hire a lot of people, right?

Like secretaries and stuff?

Um, yeah, sure.

'Cause, I really need a straight job.

I thought maybe you could recommend me.

I'm good on the phone

and I took these three typing courses.

That's good. Do you have a high school diploma?

No, I dropped out, tenth grade.

Well...

Hey, hold on a minute.

Here, you get your G.E.D.,

go ahead and look me up.

Hey.

How'd you get in this kind of work in the first place?

Try getting laid off from two jobs in six weeks.

And then your ... boyfriend

says he's going to help out

by bringing some dog friends around and...

Next thing I know, my mother's throwing me out of the house.

At 17, making a bunch of money fast

seemed like a good plan.

Hey.

I should shut up, though.

You didn't come here to hear my life story.

Hey, hey, hey.

Your hands are shaking.

I'm sorry.

You know... we don't have to do this.

You know, I can go.

You don't look so good.

No.

No, stay.

It'll be good.

I promise.

Look, my business card has the company's address on it.

And I sure don't want someone like that turning up there.

Well, either he's really stupid

or he's lying or both.

Well, if he is telling truth,

the shakes could mean that she was detoxing.

Well, that might explain the empty drug stash.

Which also fits

with why she was looking for a real job.

She was trying to go straight

but build up a nest egg before she left for good.

And by turning more tricks, taking more chances...

that's a pretty risky exit plan. Mm-hmm.

I'll go ahead and check out his alibi.

I'll run down his credit cards.

Let's try and keep him here as long as we can.

NEWSCASTER : But Israel says the move is...

Yoga?

As close as I'm ever going to get.

Anything from the tech room on the black book?

No, nothing yet.

But I checked the rehabs in Dina's area.

She didn't check in,

but I found one that had an application from her.

And? I found her mother.

She was the emergency contact on the form.

You talk to her? No.

She's in Mt. Adams Hospital--

kidney failure, two weeks ago.

That would explain why she needs the extra money--

to pay for the hospital bills.

She's in surgery now, but I'm going to

talk to her as soon as she gets out.

Okay, great.

No.

She wasn't doing nothing to pay for me.

I got insurance.

Did she ever come to see you?

Yeah.

First time I'd seen her in three or four months.

And how was she?

She was upset--

about me and what it meant for Kelly.

Kelly?

My granddaughter.

So Dina has a daughter.

She gave birth to a child,

played mommy for awhile,

and the day-to-day responsibility got too much.

So, you're the one

that takes care of Kelly?

Till now.

I can't do it no more.

That's what she was fretting about.

Two weeks from now, I go to court, sign away custody.

Social Services will find her a home.

They got her someplace temporary now.

What are you saying, Ma?

I can't take care of her like this.

Why didn't you tell me?

I can take her.

Who you kidding, Dina?

What are you going to do in a couple of weeks

you couldn't do all this time?

I could raise some money.

I sent you some before.

I save some every week.

Money's great, but Kelly needed more than cash.

She needed her mother.

But I can do that now. I can.

You're a whore, Dina.

A junkie whore.

You think there's a social worker in their right mind

who's going to give your daughter back to you?

Wait, wait.

Ma, I just... I just need more time.

You had a year and a half to straighten yourself out,

and what did you do?

I was coming back to get her.

I kept telling you that.

Yeah, you told me.

You told me a lot of things.

Damn it, Ma.

Why won't you help me?

To ruin Kelly's life?

No, honey, she'd be better off without you.

I know what you're thinking.

But see how you do.

I'm cleaning houses, a 17-year-old turning tricks,

a toddler.

So when did you put Dina out?

A year and a half ago.

I couldn't take it no more.

So then, Dina's trying to turn things around

so she can get her daughter back?

If she's trying to get Kelly, then where the hell is she?

Mr. Van Etten, uh, we're looking for a young woman

named Dina Kingston.

She has a baby daughter named Kelly

and I understand that you're the caseworker.

Beautiful little girl.

It's a real shame, the upheaval in her life.

We thought that Dina may have tried to contact you,

looking for her daughter.

I'm not sure "contacted" is the right word,

but, uh, yes, she was here.

It was about two weeks ago.

Who the hell are you?

Uh, I'm...

I'm Dina Kingston.

Um, I need to...

I need to know where my daughter Kelly is.

Get out of there. Those are confidential records.

Could you just tell me where she is?

I'm not telling you anything.

Get out, before I call the police.

Please, I can't lose her.

Just... just tell me how to get her back. I'll do anything.

To get your daughter back,

you'd have to pass a drug test, for starters,

and get a legitimate job.

I can do that. You'd also need money

for an apartment-- an appropriate place,

not where you've been turning tricks.

How much?

5,000 or 6,000 would go a long way

toward demonstrating financial stability.

5,000.

Do you love your daughter?

There's not a day that goes by, I don't think about

how I'm going to make this all up to her.

Did you ever hear from her again?

No.

Is it possible that Dina got the file from somebody else?

Anything's possible.

I could certainly check.

That would be great. Thank you.

You know, you don't have to be silent.

You're allowed to speak.

I thought, maybe, I said enough for today.

Why do I doubt that you believe that?

Okay, so, what do we do next?

We have to find the daughter

and then see if Dina's been around.

Exactly.

Is Mrs. Kurtz taking me to the park soon?

Of course she is.

Look, she's right there, you see?

Foster mom is right there.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah?

I'm going to show you a picture of a beautiful lady.

Have you ever seen her?

No.

No? No.

Not walking around, inside a car?

No. No?

So you don't recognize her at all?

Is she the lady from Sesame Street?

No.

She's not.

So let's do something.

Look at her...

and if you ever see her, you tell Mrs. Kurtz.

Okay.

Okay?

You're a good girl.

Hey. Hey.

I'm sorry this took so long,

but burn analysis can take a while.

Just tell me you got something.

Yeah, yeah. No, I got something.

This is a notation out of the black book

from the day after she disappeared, right

So, you see next to the 3: 00 p.m.? 42-45.

Right. Yeah, well, I figure, part of a phone number.

Or an address. Yeah.

Good work, Matt.

Thanks.

5-4-2-3-2, 4-2-6-5...

There's no 4-2-4-5, man.

Hmm, want half?

I'm not hungry. Thanks though.

Turkey, provolone, you know...

Wait a second.

I'm seeing a bunch of calls here

that Dina made to another apartment in her building.

Whose?

Bobby, the pimp.

How'd you know my nickname was Bobby?

I had a girlfriend in college who had the same nickname.

Wow, girlfriend?

You're really old school.

Look, I figured something out.

You were Dina's backup.

And you were acting as her pimp over the phone, right?

Now how long has she been using you?

She wasn't using me.

It was my idea.

The johns don't need

to talk to anyone.

They just need to see Dina calling somebody.

I said she could call me

as easy as a real pimp.

All right, then when was the last time you saw her?

She was back here the day after everyone says she went missing.

But it wasn't nothing.

She just wanted to say good-bye.

Why burn your black book?

I don't want anything left of this job.

So you're really leaving?

Never turning back.

That mean I'm never going to see you again?

Who else is going to let me help them with math

at the Cuban-Chinese coffee shop? Kelly.

Kelly's too young for prime numbers...

or black beans.

So where are you off to now?

One more thing I got to do.

Just hope it goes okay.

Hide his pants.

Don't let him get between you and the door.

...Listen to you.

I don't know what I was thinking, letting you do this.

I volunteered.

It's no biggie.

Yeah, it is.

You're a kid.

I never should have let you get involved in any of it.

I'm sorry.

Forgive?

Sure.

Then she left for the hotel.

She didn't say which hotel she went to?

No.

Sorry, I couldn't help more.

No. You've been a big help.

Delgado.

It's Agent Fitzgerald here.

Is, uh, Agent Spade around?

No, I'm the only one here.

All right, look.

I got something off a kid down here.

I think Dina was headed to a hotel.

You know that number tech gave us, 4

I think that's a room number.

Clairborne Hotel records have you in room 4245 two days ago--

the exact date

Dina had a notation in her planner

to be at the same hotel in the same room!

LUTHER: I can explain.

SAMANTHA: Why don't you sit down!

Sit!

What can you explain, Luther?

How you went back to Dina's apartment to cover up evidence?

Oh, my God. I swear, I never meant for it to happen. For what to happen?

Any of it!

I was just looking to have a good time.

Oh, I love New York.

Every week, I love New York.

It feels like Two-for Tuesday.

WOMAN: You need to call us next time.

LUTHER: What's your name again?

Don't tell me.

Come on, girl.

The horses are leaving the stable, Betty, let's go.

...Is she all right?

Dina?

Oh, my God.

Dina?

Dina?

Oh, my God.

What is it? What's happening?

She O.D.'d.

Oh, my God, Dina!

Dina!

What are you doing? I'm calling 9-1-1.

We're in a hotel. There's got to be a doctor.

She doesn't need a doctor, Luther! She's dead!

I was freaked.

I had never seen anything like that in my life.

Where's the body?

I don't know.

What? I really don't know.

The other girl took care of it.

Okay.

Luther, listen to me.

Nobody needs to know about this, okay?

Oh, yeah? No, no, no, no, no.

Are you nuts?

I know a guy who can get rid of her.

Who? Doesn't matter who.

I just... I need money. Lot of it.

Luther...

Wait! Give me a moment here!

You got to get out of here, now.

Here. Here.

No, no, no, I need the clip.

Come on, come on, do you have more?

Here, hon. Okay.

You better be right.

It's okay.

Okay, so you gave all your cash to Nicki

and she was supposed to take care of the body.

That... that was the deal?

Yes. How much cash?

I had my per diem for the week--

1,300 bucks.

Well, there's good news, Luther.

You're a moron.

Those girls played you-- big time.

Where should we start, Nicki, fraud, theft, extortion?

Luther's pressing charges?

We wasted time because of you.

You just had to say the whole story in the first place.

Why should I?

The way you came at me-- grabbing me, saying you

were going to arrest me... And you know what? I'll...

Okay. Hey. Hey.

We're really... we're sorry about that.

Aren't we?

Okay?

So why don't we

just start fresh?

Luther left,

then what happened?

I waited a few moments

to be sure he was gone.

Come on. Get up.

Don't spend your birthday down there.

Baking soda is disgusting.

Well, I figured it'd keep him from giving you mouth-to-mouth.

Is foaming at the mouth even a side effect of a drug overdose?

Who cares?

And check this out.

So you're still not going to tell me what it's for?

I'm afraid to say it out loud.

I might jinx it.

Come here.

Take my share.

For you to come in on this, you must be desperate.

No, I couldn't.

Consider it a loan.

You sure?

Don't get sentimental on me now.

I swear, that was it.

Took a shower, she made a quick phone call.

When I came out, she was gone.

Who was she on the phone with?

I don't know.

And you don't know where she was headed?

Figured she'd take care of her business,

then I'd hear from her.

I didn't expect her to disappear.

Why don't you take a seat over there

and don't move, okay?

Hey.

Could I have a word?

Here's what I'm thinking.

She was clean.

She had all the money she needed.

Her next step should have been making plans

to show up for that hearing and get her kid back.

But she didn't.

And nobody has heard from her.

Somebody's heard from her--

somebody on the hotel phone, right?

Those are phone records, Mr. Van Etten.

And in those records, are a call

that were made from a hotel by Dina to this office

two days ago.

Now the last time we talked,

I don't remember you telling me

about a call.

Why is that?

I forgot.

No, Mr. Van Etten,

people forget where they left their keys,

they forget where they parked their car in a crowded mall.

They don't forget conversations that they had with the FBI.

What have I got to hide?

Oh, I don't know--

Beautiful young girl comes to you in need,

you leverage that need and lo and behold,

Dina's nowhere to be found.

Is that a story you'd like me to tell your wife?

You can't threaten me like that.

What, you don't care about your marriage?

Then how about murder? That's ridiculous!

I know that you did something to Dina.

It's just a question of time before I find out what.

Okay, okay. She came here, but I didn't kill her!

DINA: I did everything you said, Mr. Van Etten.

I'm totally clean.

Give me any kind of drug test you want.

And I got over $5,000.

It should be enough for an apartment with some left over.

Damn, but you're pretty.

It's the first thing I noticed about you.

Thank you.

Personally, I like telling a pretty woman how beautiful she is.

That's nice.

But after everything I've done, I mean, you'll help me, right?

I will.

For starters, here's the address where your daughter is.

You can drive by,

maybe get a peek at her.

First, show me how happy I've made you.

Look, Mr. Van Etten, you're a nice man

and I appreciate everything you've done for me,

but I don't do that anymore.

Weren't you a whore yesterday?

I was.

But, today, I'm not.

And I know that's...

that's silly, just one day.

But you understand.

No.

I don't understand.

Mr. Van Etten, please, don't... don't ask me anymore!

I said no!

You've done every hairy ass

on the West Side and now you're telling me no.

I am.

I have to.

You know what?

I'm going to tell the court you came to my office

and stole money for drugs.

You'll never see your daughter again.

She was okay when she left, I swear.

She has the address.

I'm sure she'll turn up there, eventually.

You better hope so.

In the meantime, why don't you call your supervisor?

I'd like to help him update your performance review.

The foster mom is right there.

SAMANTHA: In the white? Uh-huh.

DELGADO: And that little girl on the slide, that's Kelly.

That's her.

Hey, I got Dina. She's right over here.

That's her?

Mm-hmm.

Listen, secure Kelly until I signal, okay?

Dina Kingston?

Yeah?

I'm Samantha Spade.

I'm with the FBI.

Talk to Mr. Van Etten?

Yeah.

What's the charge?

We're not going to arrest you.

But we have been looking for you.

Why?

Because I know what you were trying to do.

I know about your mother being sick, about your daughter.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Yeah, she is.

I wanted to do all the things a mother should do.

But it's over now.

Here's what I suggest.

Keep that money,

stay clean,

get a job-- anything, waitressing, temping,

it doesn't matter-- and do it today.

What's the point?

The point is, you have a hearing coming up.

And if you get your act together,

I will be there for you.

It's okay.

Come on.

Forgot a number that I need.

Danny...

Listen, I would like to keep our baggage out of the office...

if you know what I mean.

Sure.

Excuse me.

Um, sir, I wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday

about this place not being my first choice.

It didn't come out right and I am...

I'm really sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

So, your first case, how was it?

You know how it is.

You know, some things I would have done differently, for sure.

That's an honest assessment.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Stop calling me "sir."