he didn't order that.
get it out of here.
you ok?
tell her.  we'll get him.
someday he'll surface and i'll get him for both of you. i promise. i'll find the guy with the scar.
your move.
i don't know about any knife. i'm trying to forget that case.
it wasn't me.
maybe if you hadn't fried an innocent kid.
how about the real killer. you think of that?
alex?
alex?
c'mon. i'm talking to my myself here. it's humiliating.
check and mate.
my god. it's really you under there.
i'd like to say you're looking good, but.
"down?" wait, don't tell me.
i'm thinking.  that explains a lot.
what do they do that they had to kill her?
yeah. i sure will.
boo!
what's the deal with this bird. it's been hanging around. alex?
it's like a bowl of spaghetti. d-e- l-t is owned by westwind builders, nathan randall's company. but delt in turn owns a dozen other corporations. a big mess to wade through, so i checked out tommy leonard.
we're getting there. because in his so-called construction job, tommy makes a daily delivery to a place called "the hole."
i believe they call it a connoisseur's club. owned by delt.
places like that, they're about unreported cash, processing money from drugs, prostitution. i took a chance, called asking for larkin and toomey, the two other cops. whoever answered said "they're not here.  .  this is the front office."
i think we should get some support?
1315 berkeley street.
we'll be safe in my car. nobody will recognize it. let's move yours in back, no, down the block. hope it's nothing fancy. there's a chop shop around the corner.
erin. don't.
my god. he's right, it's all here.