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My name is Detective Ron Lewis, Special Crimes Unit of the LAPD.

I was working on a case involving organized crime.

A new organization had just moved into town and no one was talking.

As far as I could tell, they were involved in everything

from drug trafficking to gambling and prostitution.

I had made a few busts, but try as I might, I couldn't identify the big boss.

He remained an elusive figure, just out of my reach.

My normal contacts knew nothing, or at least they weren't talking.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Any time now.

I was working around the clock. I was exhausted.

Work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

So I called my old friend Sheila Raines, who runs a... a massage operation.

And she sent over Tonya.

Tonya was just the first.

There was also Debbie.

And Sasha.

I'm Sasha.

I know.

And Gail. Oh yeah, couldn't forget Gail.

Big black Cadillac

Got a plush interior like a hotel room

Radio on, I'm cranking Elvis tune

Ho, ho, ho

See now I don't wanna sit in any bucket seats

I got a nasty little girl who likes to sit next to me

Big black Cadillac

My favorite by far was Honey.

She lived up to her name.

What's the use of working so hard if you leave the ones you love behind?

Don't leave me behind.

There was also Grace, who worked as a legal secretary by day.

Shh, don't speak. Just dance.

It's burning. It's fire.

She'll find you

You better hide to the

Can't stop you now

But I never let my extracurricular activities interfere with my work.

Especially because I felt I was getting close to the big man.

Listen very carefully to me.

This Detective Lewis is getting far too close.

My identity cannot be compromised.

This is paramount.

The entire organization is dependent on my anonymity.

Now I understand that Lewis has been utilizing the

services of Sheila Raines at her stable of horrors.

This can't be a coincidence.

He must be aware of our plans to take over the operation.

I am also very concerned about Honey Rider.

She has serviced Lewis several times.

I'm afraid her loyalty is in question.

She must be disposed of.

And I mean immediately.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

This is Detective Ron Lewis. I'm not here. Leave a message.

This is Captain Murdoch. You've been on the...

That's it. You're off the case.

Honey, it's Sheila Raines. Don't forget your appointment with Honey.

8 o'clock tonight at her place. You know where it is. Just go right in.

Honey, you home?

This was very strange.

Honey usually met me at the door wearing something lacy and see-through.

Honey, I'm here.

Honey?

Oh my god.

Uh, she's dead, sir.

Good. But I'm afraid that's not going to be sufficient.

What do you suggest we do?

We need to make sure Detective Lewis is silenced. Permanently.

Yeah, I'll get Frost.

No. This calls for something a little more subtle.

Let's get Samantha.

The day after Honey's death, I received a mysterious letter in the mail.

It was from a woman who claimed she knew who killed Honey.

She claimed it was related to my organized crime investigations.

She wanted to meet me at an old movie ranch for

a picnic, she said, where all would be revealed.

So, you found the place.

Well, you gave good directions.

She said she would give me the info in due time. But first we had to talk.

Okay, whatever you want.

I hope you're hungry.

I'm always hungry.

Have a seat.

I pressed her for some antidepressants.

She gave me the answers.

What did she know? Or was I just wasting my time?

She slyly showed me the gun that killed Honey.

That caught my interest.

So, what do you do?

No names. No jobs, remember?

Sorry. There was one thing she had to do before she told me anything.

And I was happy to oblige.

So, was it worth waiting for?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Will you see me again?

Of course.

That night I dreamt about honey.

NOOOOO!

Deploys half a dozen girls at any one time,

rotating them out after six months of service.

Internal security measures minimal. No motion

or heat detectors. And best of all, no dogs.

The house is equipped with a fairly standard home alarm system,

wired into the boards at ExecProTech of Sherman Oaks.

When the alarm's set, you've got 10 seconds from the time you open the door

to find and neutralize the juncture box.

22643 her father's birthday

Once you're inside, you're on your own.

Intel sketchy regarding the safe's location.

Logic and pattern suggest either the den or the bedroom.

Get back here, you son of a bitch!

You're supposed to be the best there is.

Yeah, and I am. Which is why I'm not going to cowboy it.

We're gonna do this properly.

My way.

Need I remind you that time is of the essence?

Need I remind you haste makes waste?

Now, there are a lot of novices out there that'll do this for a lot less money

and get results for you sooner.

But you get what you pay for.

And you know as well as I do

that you can't risk any exposure.

Are you still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

You're right, damn you.

But keep me informed.

I want to know everything.

Well, a little knowledge can be a very dangerous thing.

I would have thought that a man in your position would already know that.

Just do the damn job, Frost.

I will.

And I suggest that you prepare my final payment for transfer to the Geneva account.

I'll be in touch.

I'll be right back.

How the hell many times do we have to go through this?

Until we get it straight.

Oh, you mean until you can find a way to poke a hole in my story.

I'm the one who's filing a complaint here.

Why are you treating me like I'm the criminal?

Let's just say your legends precede you.

And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

I'll handle things from here, Detective.

Gage, what does internal affairs have to do with this?

I said you can go, Detective.

Are you gonna answer my question or not?

Not.

Thanks. That little shit was beginning to get on my nerves.

The truth is, Miss Raines, by the time you and I are done,

you may be wishing for him to come back.

What is this all about?

Have a seat.

This is what this is all about.

I still don't follow.

You've never seen this man before?

Probably not. Sorry.

Detective Ron Lewis, Special Crimes Unit.

His body was found three days ago in a storm drain in Santa Monica.

Oh, my God.

Pretty strong reaction for someone who's never met him before.

Anything you'd like to share with the rest of the class?

Okay, I knew him, but not very well.

He was one of your clients, wasn't he?

I think I'd like to speak to my attorney now.

That's totally unnecessary, Miss Raines. We're not here to bust you.

Unless, of course, that's what it takes to secure your cooperation.

Okay, look, he was a client.

I guess you could say he was a regular.

Is this why Internal Affairs is involved?

How closely do you watch your girls, Miss Raines?

Close enough. Look, but they had nothing to do with this.

We've known about your so-called massage operation for quite some time now,

as well as your arrangement with certain members of this department.

We have reason to believe that one of your girls is involved in this murder.

It's not possible.

Oh, well, maybe it was you then.

Look, I didn't even give him a massage.

I know some of your girls like to make secret videotapes of the encounters.

How about you? You do that, too?

Look, what do you think I am?

I thought we just established that.

Now, did you...

Didn't you?

Just for safety's sake.

In case the client got a little rough.

Or in case you want to put the squeeze on one

of these guys at some point in the future.

I want to review these tapes.

Immediately.

Look, you're wasting your time, Detective.

My girls had nothing to do with this.

Well, good.

Sooner we get done with this, soon you'll be rid of me.

Amen to that.

Let's go.

Okay.

According to this it says that the intruder disarmed your alarm system

without any sign of the use of special tools.

Look, they would've had to numb the code.

No chance that you just forgot to set it?

It's not possible.

Look, I set that thing religiously without fail, every night.

The report also says that a friend of yours had just left.

I take it the word friend is a euphemism for client.

Look, some clients are friends.

Look, I know what you're getting at, Detective.

Believe me, he didn't do it.

How do you know?

I just do.

Just like you know that one of your girls didn't put a cap in Detective Lewis, right?

I don't suppose any of your girls know the alarm code, do they?

It's possible.

Oh, great.

Come on, step on it.

I want to see some of these tapes.

Have a seat. I'll get the tapes.

Okay.

Here you go.

Oh, pretty clever.

Hiding them in plain sight, huh?

Yeah, now that you've seen the hiding place,

I guess I'll have to change it.

It's gonna take me forever to get through these things.

Not if you're looking for footage on Ron Lewis.

I mean, these are all him.

Jesus Christ.

All these tapes are him?

He was our best customer.

Yeah, well, I wonder how he found time to do his job.

So, um, would you like something to drink?

A snack, maybe?

Box of Kleenex for, uh, when you're through?

Cute.

No, thank you. I'm fine.

I'll just be, um, putting around in the house if you need me.

All right. Thanks.

Have a good time.

Did you find what you're looking for?

No, not yet.

What exactly are you looking for, Detective Gage?

Oh, unusual behavior.

Oh, good luck.

These tapes are filled with unusual behavior.

Well, anything that might point to one of the girls planning to commit murder.

Anything she might say or do.

Stuff like that.

So you've got to go through hours upon hours of sex tapes.

Damn, you've got a rough job.

Yeah, well, don't think I enjoy it.

I bet it just kills your soul having to go through all these tapes.

Actually, I feel the same way about sports.

I'd much rather be a participant than a spectator.

Why don't you bring in some of the girls for questioning?

Well, because if the guy we think is behind

this finds out, then that could tip him off.

We want to get the right girl the first time and

bring her in before she has a chance to warn him.

Who do you think's behind this?

It's confidential.

But I'll tell you this.

He's got enough leverage to make our lives hellish if we lock this thing up.

That's the shop. I need to use your phone.

It's in the other room.

This right here?

Yeah, that's fine.

Thanks.

Yeah, this is Gage.

Oh, terrific.

Okay, look, then you're gonna need to send someone to pick me up.

All right. Yeah, I'm at 1301 Malpaso.

It's in Shadow Hill.

Yeah, I'll be here.

Well, I'm gonna have to leave for right now.

But, uh, I'm gonna have to come back pretty soon.

You might want to consider keeping any activity, shall we say,

away from here until we're done.

Oh, this steel just keeps getting better all the time.

Well, until we figure out who's after you,

I suggest you adopt that policy, whether I'm here or not.

Then you should consider a new line of work.

Oh, what would that be?

There's always beauty college.

I can hardly wait.

Thanks for your help.

I'll call you when I need to come back.

Uh, you know, uh, this place is kind of remote.

They may have a little trouble finding me.

I think I'll go down the hill and wait.

Fine. See you.

See you.

Bye, sir.

Bye.

Hello.

Are we scrambled?

Speak.

I've just heard some disconcerting news.

The police are investigating last night's break-in.

Yeah, they won't find anything.

The point is not that we have another problem with which to deal.

An internal affairs officer named Jack Gage.

Internal affairs?

Now that is a problem.

I'm glad you appreciate the significance.

If internal affairs is investigating this,

they're going to learn that Detective Lewis may have been guilty of whoring around.

But that he wasn't working for us selling information.

That's exactly the opposite of what we want.

Well, I'll handle it.

The police may suspect that I'm guilty,

but they'll never be able to prove it without evidence.

Detective Lewis was entirely too close to providing that evidence.

To secure an indictment against me, we have to discredit him.

And if the police think he was really working with me, not against me...

Yeah, that's understood.

If this, uh, I.A. cop Gage, you said, gets in the way,

well, I'll handle him the same way I handled Detective Lewis.

Marvelous.

Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Detective?

My job. What's your excuse?

Yeah?

Well, maybe you can tell me about this little phone call I received a while ago

that pulled me out of an investigation.

An investigation that I know damn well you're opposed to.

Sorry, don't know what you mean.

Oh, really?

Well, somebody told me you're trying to hamper internal affairs efforts

in the investigation of the Ron Lewis matter.

Hamper? No.

Well, I'm not trying to hamper it.

Well, then let's just call it obstruction and be done with it.

Look, I know your boys thought that he was a super cop.

And maybe he was.

I know he had the commendations up the yin-yang to support that.

And now you vampires in Eternal Affairs are trying to ruin his name

when he's not here to defend it.

Look, Ross, I know that you think we're not on the same team here,

but we really are.

All I want to get to is the truth.

Now, if Lewis was innocent, then you've got nothing to worry about,

and his name will go untarnished.

But if he was tied to organized crime and playing both ends against the middle,

then you and I are going to be talking some more about it.

You got a problem with that, buddy?

Nope. You want to waste time chasing ghosts?

That's your business.

It's my job, Detective, just like it's yours

to get to the bottom of this matter, too.

Now, do you think we might try a little obscure notion

called interdepartmental cooperation?

You and me working together? That's rich.

Well, think about it, Detective.

We can work better as a team.

Then we can separately.

Ross and Gage, like death and taxes.

Sure, what the hell.

But if you're using me...

And if you get in my way...

Deal.

Who is it?

Exec. Protect, Miss Raines. I'm here to service your system.

How did you know it needed work?

The dispatcher, ma'am. I assumed you called them.

No, I didn't, but I sure as hell am now.

Exact protect.

Hi, this is Sheila Raines.

I was wondering, did you send a work repairman over earlier today?

Are you at 1301 Mel Paso, Shadow Hills?

Yeah, that's me.

Yes, ma'am, we did. He should be there now.

Just out of curiosity, how did you know my alarm needed repair?

Let me check.

A work order came through this afternoon.

Request for alarm code reprogramming.

Who put in that request?

Jack Gage, LAPD.

Oh, Jack. Okay. Thank God.

Is everything all right, ma'am?

Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. Thanks for your help.

Good afternoon, ma'am. Sorry I'm late. I had a few other stops to make.

It's no problem. I'm just really glad you're here.

Looks like a nice place you got here.

Thanks. You need anything to drink? Soda, maybe?

Oh, thanks. That's very kind, but no, I'm fine.

Do you really need to take that whole thing apart?

Uh, I'm just checking the innards, you know, to make sure that they're up to par.

Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

So, uh, what do you do?

Why do you ask?

I'm just making conversation. It's none of my business, really.

I'm an entertainer.

Oh, like an actress or something?

Something like that.

You watching one of your movies?

Excuse me?

Oh, well, the TV's on, but there's no signal, so I figure it's the VCR.

You know, some actors, they like to watch their own stuff.

No, actually, it was of someone else.

You must like movies, huh?

Me too.

I don't like to watch them with other people, though.

Yeah.

I have a much better time of it watching them alone.

How about you?

You, uh, like to watch them alone or with someone?

How long were you out there?

Oh, a minute, maybe. I knocked a bit.

You must have been sound asleep.

Did you happen to see him?

I'm a repairman, not a peeper, ma'am.

I drove up, I knocked, now here I am.

And it's a good thing I checked this out, though,

because you've got a digital chip here that's about ready to go.

And if it does, the silent alarm won't sound down at headquarters.

Now, just take me a second to replace it.

Yeah, thanks. Look, just hurry it up, okay?

You can punch in your new coat now.

I will peek.

There you go.

There you go. You're all set.

Thanks. Look, I'm sorry if I acted a little weird earlier.

Oh, hey, no problem.

A woman living alone should take certain precautions.

You have a nice day, okay?

If you have any further problems, we're on call 24 hours.

Just ring the office.

How did you know that I lived alone?

Oh, it was just a guess.

Have a nice day.

Have a nice day.

Oh, modern technology. God's greatest gift.

I'm sorry about that, pal. It's nothing personal. It's just a bad day to be out.

This is him?

Yeah. Except for the eyes. These are too warm. His were... they were cold as hell.

Sheila! Are you alright?

Sheila?

I mean Miss Raines.

No, Sheila's fine. And yes, I'm okay.

So this is the guy.

Do we got something on this clown?

He's no clown, Ross. If he's who forensics say he is...

Miss Raines, Sheila, she's lucky to be alive.

We talked to Exec Protect this morning. Their man and

his truck were reported missing last night around 1 AM.

This morning about 6 o'clock, a couple of joggers up in Runyon

Canyon found the truck with his dead body stashed inside.

Friends?

Zip. Truck was clean. But we were able to get

some partials off the alarm box at the house.

We ran them through NCIC and Interpol and ID'd him

as Frost. No first name, no middle name, just Frost.

He's a professional.

A professional what?

Primarily theft, but he's been known to do the occasional contract killing.

Why her? She's just a whore.

Take it easy, detective.

The words masseuse jack off.

I wasn't gonna say that.

Yeah, right. Anyway, the guy was over by the TV set. Maybe he wanted to steal it.

Unlikely. I think we should just...

I think we should take a break for right now and

just see what, if anything, forensics digs up.

Well, it seems obvious that someone's hired this Frost character to steal something.

Miss Raines, can you think of any reason why someone would do this?

Well, I do have a lot of admirers. Maybe one of them wanted a pair of my panties.

Take a break, Ross.

He was after the tapes, wasn't he?

Yeah. Like I didn't want to say anything in front of Ross.

Good thinking.

But how did Frost figure out where you'd hidden him?

Well, when he came in as a repairman, I had him lying around.

You did? What may I ask for?

Well, I wanted to help with the investigation.

I mean, you know, it seemed like a lot of work for one person to do.

Right. Makes sense.

I mean, I wasn't doing...

Oh, no, I wasn't thinking that. Not even.

I mean, I never would ever do that.

I think I should just keep my mouth shut now.

Oh, let's change the subject.

Oh, I had the alarm people go through the system.

Turns out Frost must have installed a remote driver

so he could scramble the code by using a keyless remote.

That bastard!

You mean he could get in with just the touch of a button?

Oh, you can relax. I had him replace the proper chip.

There'll be no more entry by remote.

Thanks.

No mention.

Yeah, you're awfully good to me.

If I didn't know better, I think maybe you had some ulterior motives.

Why, madam, I'm the pure picture of innocence.

Oh, yeah.

And if I believe that, I'll believe another.

Another.

Why don't you, um...

Let me make it up.

How about dinner tonight?

Oh, I couldn't accept gratuities just for doing my job.

Oh, come on. Stop being such a stickler.

I mean, if anybody asks, just tell them you're laying the town madam.

Okay.

How about 8 o'clock?

How about 6.30?

Okay.

Okay?

Yes, go ahead.

Yeah, it's me. Scramble up.

Listen, it's game over, all right?

It's time to pack up our toys and go home.

We had an arrangement, Mr. Frost.

Yes, we did.

I also said that if there was any trouble, that I was out.

All right? Now I'm taking my down payment and I'm...

You're not out until I tell you you're out.

I make the rules, not you.

You may think you're hot shit, but you're just a piece on a chessboard.

I'm the one pulling your strings, Pinocchio.

Well, I'm glad to finally see where I stand with you.

You want to bail on me? Have at it.

But your professional rep will be shot when they find out you couldn't see a thing.

You're gonna steal a bunch of tapes from a goddamn whore.

What do you say, Frost? Are we still on?

We're on.

Good. You've got 48...

Shit!

Mom always said I should have been a dentist.

What are you doing, Sheila?

Dammit, he's a cop.

What the hell are you doing, Jack?

About to commit career suicide.

If you were smart, you'd turn around right now and just subpoena those tapes.

Bad chance.

What a way to make a living.

I hope this is a quickie.

I hate it when a man's right on time.

Detective Gage, come on in.

Thanks. How you doing?

Good. You're right on time.

Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn't make it. Traffic was really bad.

You know, I wasn't sure what you were fixing

for dinner, so I thought I'd bring one of each.

Well, that's great. We can drink them both.

Am I kind of a girl?

Come on in here.

All right.

Thank you.

So has everything been cool around here?

Yeah, it's been fun.

You know, I just want to thank you again

for calling Exact Protect about the alarm code change.

You know, that was really sweet of you.

Oh, yeah. It was really sweet of me to give Frost such a golden opportunity.

Look, that wasn't your fault.

You know, I just really wanted you to know how much I appreciated the gesture.

Thanks.

You know, I've been giving some thought about this murdered cop thing.

And, you know, I think it's possible that one of my girls could be involved.

I mean, if the price was right.

I mean, let's face the facts. They are in it for the money, right?

Yeah, but do you have any notion as to which one?

Some.

There's this one girl, Tanya.

I have her queued up in the bedroom if you want to take a look.

See if we can find any clues.

Now, wait a minute.

You're not suggesting we look at that thing together, are you?

Oh, of course not.

Oh, no. No.

Come on. Let's go.

All right. Let's go.

Well, I didn't see anything odd there, did you?

Nope.

Shall we eat?

Sure. Just give me a hand out in the kitchen.

Okay, let's go.

This is great.

It's no big deal. It's just a little something I whipped up.

Oh, really? This is really good.

This is the best food I've had in a long time.

Thanks.

So tell me, Gage, what made you want to become a cop?

Well, I come from a...

Oh, wait, wait. Let me guess.

Let me see.

Your parents were killed by muggers when you were just a little boy,

and you decided then to rid the world of all criminal element.

Good guess.

Oh, my God.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I had no idea. I would never have...

Got you.

Bastard.

God.

See, I got a sense of humor.

Yeah, you sure do.

Actually, I come from a family of cops.

It goes back several generations.

But I'm kind of the black sheep of the family because I chose internal affairs.

My dad even thinks I'm the enemy.

Why internal affairs?

Well, it's kind of sappy, but, um...

Well, coming from a family of cops,

I've just developed a great amount of respect for the profession.

And, um, there's some cops out there that are

no better than the criminals that they arrest.

And I believe in justice for all, including the ones with the badge.

It's a great dinner.

Yeah, thanks.

Thank you.

Hurry up!

Well, what about you?

What made you become a...

Well, you know...

Just lucky, I guess.

Look, when I got out of college, I tried working.

But even with a degree from Stanford, the best I could do was

working for some fat old moneyed son of a bitch down on Wall Street.

I decided then I'd work really hard, get my own business,

so I'd never have to contribute to making a fat cat richer.

But why the massage operation?

Well, think about it.

I mean, it's not money that makes the world go round.

It's sex.

Men can't stop thinking about it.

And women control it.

So there you go.

I guess it sounds pretty logical when you put it that way.

And lucrative.

You know, I find out a lot of things people would love to know.

And a lot of things that other people don't want you to know about.

Yeah, well, that's part of it.

I mean, I'm not a big fan of the big picture.

I'm a big fan of the big picture.

Yeah.

Well, that's part of it.

Now, my girls have been a part of our privy.

So some really interesting business deals.

I mean, my stock portfolio right now is worth about $3 million.

When it hits $5, I'm out.

And then what?

Well, I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.

Do you like a little more wine?

No, I'm fine.

I got plenty here. Thanks.

Maybe I should stay a little while after all.

Great. Just great.

I gotta call in.

Max, look, it's Saturday morning.

You don't have to go in today, do you?

Oh, no, not really.

Well, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you go down the hall, grab yourself a towel,

hop in the shower, and I'll find us something to eat.

You don't have to go to all that trouble.

It's no trouble. Look, we have to eat.

Oh, okay.

So go on, clean up.

All right. I'm gonna twist my arm. I guess I'll have to.

Better hurry up, or I'll twist the other one.

Uh-huh.

To protect and serve.

Boy, you LAPD boys sure do take that shit seriously.

For a minute there, I thought I was gonna have to call the shop.

Get out the search dogs.

Well, I'm glad you didn't have to.

Hey, I told you not to go to any trouble.

You did, but I don't always do what I'm told.

You must have been a real handful when you were growing up.

Yeah, well, now I'm two handfuls.

I'm not touching that one.

I wish you would.

Are you hungry?

Not for food.

Well, I think we should head back to the house.

Why?

Work. We need to watch another video segment.

Strictly for evidence discovery purposes, of course.

Well, Detective Gage, what other reason could there be?

We'll see what we've got now.

Now this one.

Back to work.

That's nice.

Good game.

I came gently, darling.

Frost.

You have me at a disadvantage.

And you are?

Jack Gage, LAPD.

So you're Jack Gage.

You know, I had you pegged for a cop the first time I saw you.

But I had no idea that it was Jack Gage.

You know who I am?

Oh, I know of you.

And you know, you two make such an attractive couple.

Stand up slowly, Miss Raines.

And then you, Gage.

One wrong move, and she dies.

You're just gonna kill us anyway, aren't you?

Well, of course I am. I'm not an idiot.

But wouldn't you rather wait for a better time to try and disarm me, Jack?

Get up.

Let's go, baby. Take it easy.

You said you weren't an idiot, Frost. You know what happens to cop killers.

Oh, Jack, you think you'd be my first, huh?

You know, Detective Lewis thought the very same thing. Poor little guy.

So you snuffed him?

Well, duh!

That's enough talk. Outside, both of you.

Hands high in the air!

That's it. Hands up.

Now look down the stairs.

You're so good at this.

I think you've done this before.

Keep going.

Yeah, this is gonna look awful sloppy. Two people shot to death.

You know, Gage, I'd have to agree with you

if that's what I had planned, but you see...

Jack!

Clumsy of you, Gage. Now look, you've fallen and you can't get up!

You tripped on the steps, you cracked your skull...

It's a tragic death.

By the time I'm done torturing this lovely

young bitch, she's gonna be begging me to die!

Bastard!

It's not nice to hit a lady, asshole.

Who hired you? Who paid you?

See you in hell, Cage.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cut. Don't worry about it.

You'll be all right.

I'm gonna call the police.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Do you have my address on the screen?

Yes, what's the nature of your emergency?

Just send the police. Someone's been killed.

You know, we still don't know who hired Frost.

They're gonna be sending someone else someday.

Well, then what am I supposed to do?

We.

What?

What are we supposed to do?

I'm not going anywhere, baby.

And when they surface, we'll handle them.

Frost is dead, sir.

How tragic.

No matter, there are many more where he came from.

I'll get right on it.

Retrieve the prepaid installment from his Geneva account.

Yes, sir.

No sense in letting the money go to waste.

I'll get right on it.

Then find me someone else. I want those tapes.

Yes, sir.

Back to square one.

The words masseuse jack off.

I want to review these tapes immediately.

I have a much better time of it, watching along.

How about you?

You and me working together, that's rich.

So you found the place.

I'm Sasha.

I know.

Don't look so stunned.