mind your business.
we need to talk about my sister.
yeah. you.
you left your wallet lying beside her body. who's stupid?
owen green?
somebody my sister used to hang around with. nice kid.
you better hope he backs your story up.
owen, open up.
open--
owen?
what did we just see?
natasha had all her work done here.
what is it?
trust me, my sister had all the guardian angels she needed.
where's home?
do you know this guy?
maybe it isn't anything new. people get strung out, act crazy.
crystal meth, maybe, some amphetamine that raises your body temperature in an overdose. explains why they were both sweating like that, trying to cool off. of course, a junky won't usually jump out the window if there's someone left in the room to beg or rob.
and?
they all look.
better cities than this one have fallen. this is far enough.
sorry about the chain.
we need to talk. talk.
something was taken from me. it involves a club in italian territory, so i need your blessing to go make it right.
i said `blessing.'
ragna rok.
over on avenue--
you do still control that block, right? it's south of--
well, that sounds italian to me.
this neighborhood has been your family's forever. two-fifty large is all it takes to--
that's the guy.
he's the one behind ragna rok. it's his club where the drug's being sold.
what are you doing? uncuff me. hey!
i've been inside that club. you don't have a chance on your own. but you don't care.
you don't want my help, because you think if he puts you out of your misery, you'll get to see her again.
i hope that's really the way it works.
max!
you don't have much time.
i'll do what i can to slow them down, but you have to hurry.
you're not done yet.
where's the detonator?