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(traffic humming) (ominous music)
(footsteps)
(dramatic music)
- Mmph!
(ominous music)
(distant sirens wailing)
(officers chattering)
- Unbelievable.
It'll be on every channel just in time for the 6:00 news.
This guy's an artist.
It's not enough he cuts her throat, but he tortured her first.
Goddammit!
Is there any ID?
Kseniya Batalova.
Born in Moscow, another Russian girl.
Black rose, this is our guy.
Get a translator, find out what that means.
I gotta go talk to the press.
(drums pounding) (ominous music)
- Read it, Matt, go on, read it.
- [Matt] I did, sir.
- Out loud.
- "Hollywood Police Department stymied by serial killer.
Murderer runs wild with impunity."
- You hear that?
The press is calling us inept, stymied.
You like that?
- Frank, we tried to interview dozens
of Russians in West Hollywood, but that community shuts down like a clam.
They speak little or no English, or just don't wanna talk to police.
- I am well aware of the obstacles you all face.
So, we're gonna try something new.
I've spoken with the mayor, and I'm bringing someone in from Moscow.
- An outsider?
Captain, we have translators.
I know a guy in Van Nuys has a PhD in Slavic languages.
- By the way, we translated the note you found on the dead girl.
It said, you were sent to me by God.
Now, does anyone know what that means?
Matt, you know what it means?
That's what I'm saying.
We don't need another translator.
We need someone that will bond with the community
to help gain our trust and give us some answers.
That's what we need.
- With all due respect, we don't need another Russian beat cop
interfering with our investigation.
- Investigation?
We've got five dead bodies and no perp.
What investigation?
I want this son of a bitch and I'm gonna do what it takes to get him.
- Sir, this is my case, I'm in charge.
I've been in charge since the beginning of this bastard's--
- Not anymore!
From here on in, I'll be spearheading the operation.
You and that Russian guest officer will share equal footing,
and I want you to cooperate with him.
I want all of you to cooperate with him.
Now sit down.
Sit down!
- Sir, with all due respect, if you bring in a Russian on this case,
I think it sends out the wrong message.
It says that we can't solve this crime, without outside help.
- That's not what it's saying.
What it says is that we'll do anything we can to help that community.
It sends them that kind of message.
It tells them that we don't want another Russian girl dead,
and we'll do anything to help them.
Am I clear?
- Yes, sir.
Okay.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(electronic dance music)
(speaking in Russian) Mom, I'm bored.
I should have gone to dance class.
Hey, where are you going?
(gun firing) (people screaming)
(shouting in Russian) On the floor!
(guns firing)
(shouting in Russian)
Money in the bag! Fast!
Don't move!
(clicking)
(alarm blaring) - Don't move!
(gun firing, shouting in Russian) (bank-tellers screaming)
(dramatic music)
(speaking in Russian)
(dramatic music)
(speaking in Russian) You can't escape. Surrender!
To hell with it.
(guns firing)
- [Officer] Stop!
(speaking in Russian) Damn it!
(speaking in foreign language on radio)
Auto Radio here, we have breaking news...
there is a hostage situation at Leningradsky Prospekt in Moscow.
(dramatic music)
(speaking in Russian) You, stand up! Stand up!
Give me a car...
...or I'll kill someone every three minutes.
Stay calm.
Don't hurt anybody, okay?
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(speaking in foreign language on radio) Auto Radio here, breaking news...
One hostage has just been killed,
and the suspects are demanding an armored car.
(speaking in Russian) Don't move! Don't move!
Dammit!
(dramatic music)
(hard rock music)
(speaking in Russian) Hello.
Who the hell are you?
- Bad business? - Worse.
Let me see what I can do to help.
(hard rock music)
(shouting in Russian) What are you doing?
You will get everyone killed! I'm in charge here!
Stop!
(speaking in Russian) Stop, or I'll kill you.
I'm Major Kazatov, Moscow Police.
Can I see the hostages?
No, just give me a car.
I'm unarmed, can I go in?
Okay.
Thank you.
You're either really brave or really stupid.
You're waiting for a bullet-proof car...
...but the police need some time to get it.
Why not let the hostages go and keep me instead?
Watch.
Eat this!
(explosion blasting)
(laughing)
(dramatic music)
- Name? - Polina.
Let's go.
Her name is Polina.
I will kill her in three minutes.
As you wish.
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
(glass shattering)
(guns firing)
(speaking in Russian) Thank you!
What did you do?
I'm the commander here!
(dramatic music)
(speaking in Russian) You asked to see me?
You are all dismissed.
You stay.
You were told not to do anything until I arrived.
You deliberately disobeyed the Field Commander's orders.
Those guys would have killed everyone if I did not intervene.
Yes, you got lucky again.
I don't know how you do it, but if things would have gone bad
you could have jeopardized the whole operation.
But that wasn't what happened, was it?
(scoffs)
You're not going to work here in the department for a while.
I'm not going to work here anymore?
Not here.
Let's get some air and talk about it.
You're being transferred.
Am I going back to Tula?
No...
...you're going to the United States.
America?
Yes.
California, the city of Los Angeles.
Police problems.
Russian girls are being murdered.
The killer is proving elusive.
Why me? I've never been there.
Because you speak English.
And I hate to say this, but...
...you are the best we have.
- Thanks. - And don't screw up!
- Okay, I won't screw up. - Good, and don't forget sunblock.
The sun is brutal!
- California.
(hard rock music)
(people chattering)
- And you must be Vladimir Kazatov.
- [Vladimir] Yes, sir.
- What the hell do they feed you people over there?
Is that all from borscht and caviar?
- Nice to meet you.
- Antonio Banuelos, career homicide cop.
I'll be your partner, and I'll also be your cruise director in Los Angeles.
It's a city of little angels, you know.
- Thank you, nice to be here.
- Take your bag?
- [Vladimir] Yeah, thank you.
- Right this way.
So, you ever been to the States?
- No.
- And, you're from Moscow?
- Yes, I am.
- Hmm ...
Probably don't get to see an ocean very often, huh?
- Correct, in Moscow we only have river.
- Aha, so what do you say we swing by
and check out the big bad blue Pacific?
It's on the way.
- I would like that.
- Plus, I can show you my favorite body surfing spot.
It's got a freakish gnarly, sick beach break, one of the best in the world.
Would you like that?
Cool.
(upbeat music) (waves crashing)
- There it is, Major.
- I'll go down, and check it out.
(waves crashing) (upbeat dramatic music)
Ocean was so nice.
Hollywood, I guess it's different than in the movies.
- Yeah, it's different than the movies.
You know, everyone says that,
'cause folks outside of LA, they don't see what we see.
You know, the underbelly of Hollywood, Tinseltown, is not that pretty.
We unfortunately, see what happens
to all the people who come out to,
you know, make their dreams come true,
the stars and the starlets.
Those stars don't quite get to shine.
It's actually pretty sad.
(melancholy music)
Right this way, amigo.
This is where it all happens.
Watch commander: burglary, vice, narcotics.
Lieutenant: robbery, homicide.
- Who is this guy?
- And now, the chief.
Right this way.
- Thank you.
- Major Kasakov.
- Nice to meet you, sir.
- You come very highly recommended.
Impressive credentials, Major.
Tony, the Major was former Russian Special Forces.
- It is me who impressed, sir.
I did some background check on you, ex-Navy Seal,
Iraq, Afghanistan, tough cookie is you, Americans say.
- Looks are deceiving.
- I was in Afghanistan myself, sir, saw a lot of pain.
- Looks like we've both been around, and we're still standing.
- It's an honor.
- Please, please sit.
You know, I understand Commander Romo
has filled you in on the situation.
- Yes, sir.
- The bottom line is the Russian community isn't talking to us,
so it's my hope that they'll be more inclined to communicate with you.
- I'll do my best.
- I'm sure you will.
You have any questions?
- These victims, they're American citizens?
- No, they've all been here on visas.
There was one other thing, we believe that the perp may be Russian.
- Why do you think so?
- He leaves cryptic messages in Russian,
and also a, well a black rose as his calling card.
So, let's get you gunned up.
Here you go, you'll fill out the paperwork later.
- Excuse me, but do you have anything bigger?
(officers laughing)
- Matt.
- Sir?
- Come on in, come say hello to the Major.
- Major, Matt Robinson.
- Nice to meet you. - You too.
- Uh, sir, that's a list of Russian immigrants I compiled that fit the profile.
- [Captain] Good work.
- Anything you need, Major, Tony knows where to find me.
- I hope this is better.
- That'll work just fine, thank you.
- Okay, why don't you guys bond, get him something to eat, some supplies.
Let's get us a killer.
- Sir, this way.
- [Banuelos] Thank you, sir.
(city traffic humming)
- Ah, so I'm gonna get us a couple
of tofu seaweed alfalfa smoothies.
- Tofu what?
- Ha ha, you're gonna love 'em.
- [Woman] Help!
(woman screaming)
(dramatic music)
(woman screaming)
- Stop, stop!
Give me that purse.
- Shut up, shut up! - Help, help!
- Hey, what are you doing?
- [Robber] You want some of this, hero?
(robber groans, woman screams)
(gun firing)
(woman crying)
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Vlad, what the hell are you doing?
- Sorry.
(sirens blaring)
Thank you.
- Great.
- You're in town less than a day, one man dead, another crippled.
What do you have to say for yourself.
- There were two bad people hurting the woman.
What else could I do?
- How about using some restraint?
- It was hard, they attacked me with guns.
- Is that how they do business in Russia?
- No, that's how I do business.
- Captain, do you hear that?
That's how I do business, that's crazy.
With all due respect, sir, you're gonna have to find him another partner,
'cause my jacket's got enough color already.
That guy is a walking internal affairs investigation,
not to mention getting me killed.
I don't want any part of it!
- He's got two years til retirement.
He wants to see his grandchildren grow up.
Can you blame him?
He's a good man, but I can't tell you how happy I am.
I need someone pushing the line, balls out.
Nowadays we have criminals, lawyering up,
pissing on the leg of the whole system.
All this bullshit with political correctness?
You keep doing what you're doing.
I'll watch your back.
They got more rights than the victims, nowadays.
- Not in Russia.
- Seems like Russia's becoming more like America,
and America's more like the Soviet Union.
- In some ways.
I brought you gift.
That's for you, from Russia.
- Ah ...
(speaks Russian) Vodka.
Spasibo, Major.
- (speaks Russian) Sir. My pleasure.
- It's a damn fine label.
(city traffic humming)
(ominous music)
(honking)
(ominous music)
- Looking for a good time?
- [Announcer] It looks as if the serial murderer's
still at large in Los Angeles,
and labeled the Black Rose Killer, has struck again.
Another young Russian American woman
was found in a warehouse district earlier this week.
According to police sources, this is the fifth such murder in the last year.
(ominous music)
(woman sobbing)
♪ Well time and time again the memory of you just
♪ Unfrozen like your heart I do
- Please, don't hurt me.
(whimpering)
♪ Don't look my way (speaking in Russian)
♪ Don't look my way
Please, please.
I promise!
♪ Devil has his final say
(screaming in Russian)
Please, please don't hurt me.
(speaking in Russian)
♪ The devil has the final say
(screaming)
- Kill number six, what do we have on her?
- [Matt] We have a name.
- Anna Vechkina, 22, she's Russian.
- Sorry I'm late, Captain.
- Gentlemen, this is Detective Emily Smith.
She's a profiler from LA Metro.
Well, Detective Smith, this is your new partner, Major Vladimir Kazakov.
- Pleasure to meet you.
- The pleasure's all mine.
- Yeah, well, you'll have a lot to catch up on
as you're both new to the department.
Don't be late again, Emily.
- I won't.
- I am Matt Robinson.
Don't mind him.
- [Tony] Antonio Manuelos, good luck.
- Okay, now that the introductions are over with, let's get on with this.
He's getting more confident, he's intensifying his kills.
He's brazen, and he keeps taunting us.
(suspenseful music)
- LA's quite the melting pot, huh?
- Yes.
- Would you like to save your soul?
- It melts, that's for sure.
We're going to a place called Chuberechi.
It's in West Hollywood, last weekend worked over there part time.
- Yeah, I know the place.
So, what part of Russia are you from?
- Moscow.
- I've never been out of the US, born and bred Valley girl.
- What does it mean, Valley girl?
- Oh my God, like duh.
Like, let's go to the mall, let's shop, and totally hang out.
- Hang out?
- Yeah, just cruise dude, and chill, and whatever.
- That's how Valley girl talks?
- Yeah, isn't it, like, totally awesome?
- Awesome is not a word I would use, but it's interesting.
(epic music)
- Vasiliy Nikitin?
- Yes?
- We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.
Have you seen these girls before?
- Never.
- No, that's not what we heard. They're Russians.
- Ha, you think I know every Russian woman in the city?
I'm Hugh Hefner?
- I no longer feel nice.
(speaking in Russian) Do you know her?
- Yesenia, she worked for me.
- See it's a miracle, he got his memory back.
So, what did she do when she wasn't working here?
- I don't know.
I know she used to go to the club
over there on Matto, with other working girls.
- The club?
- All the Russian girls go.
- This club have a name?
- It's Black Sea.
(electronic music)
- It's good.
- Thanks.
(speaking Russian) Damn you both!
What did he just say?
- He said you have beautiful eyes.
- Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what he said.
(upbeat dramatic music)
Do you drink anything besides orange juice?
- [Vlad] Not usually.
- Vodka?
- No alcohol.
- You're Russian, how do you not drink?
- Just no interest.
- What do you think of our American hamburgers?
- That's pretty good.
- Yeah, a lot better than that whatever you call you ate at Vasiliy's.
That smelled like grade A crap.
- No, no, no, no, no, that was rasstegai.
My mom used to make it. It's fantastic.
- [Emily] What's in it that makes it stink so much?
- Fish.
- Oh my God, fish in a pastry?
I think I'm gonna hurl.
- Hurl?
- To be sick.
- You know, I'm trying to understand why a killer tortured them before he kills them.
- He's a sadist.
He either enjoys it or he has a compulsion to torture.
- You mean, he might not like hurting them?
- Sadistic personality disorder, SPD, it's a mental illness.
Now, other disorders that are included in SPD
are bipolar, depression, panic, histrionic and borderline personality disorders,
OCD, and passive-aggressive behavior.
- My new partner is walking encyclopedia.
(Emily laughs)
So, there is a big question.
Why does he kill them?
- Well, let's assume he enjoys torturing the women before he kills them.
This would be consistent with the classic profile
of a serial killer, interested in pain and death only.
Now, so far none of the girls have been raped,
so our killer doesn't derive any pleasure gratification from sexual violation.
(ominous music)
(camera shutter clicking)
- How does this information help us?
- To isolate motive.
85% of serial killers are men.
88% of them are white.
Now, unlike most other crimes, you can really profile a serial killer.
- You say most, but there's always exception to the rule.
- Correct, and unfortunately this guy could be that exception.
- Perhaps along the way, Russian girl did something
that made him mad, and that's why he continues
to kill one type of victims over and over again.
- As payback for a perceived wrong against him by a Russian woman.
- Maybe.
And why the black rose?
- Symbolizes death.
- Black roses are rare, yes?
- Quite.
They're actually a very dark red, they just look black.
And they only bloom twice a year for 15 days.
- I've never seen one.
- That's because they only grow in Halfeti, a small village in Turkey.
- Interesting.
- We should get back to the station.
- You go, lunch is on me.
I wanna stay and look around a little bit.
So, I'll see you later at Black Sea club.
- Okay, thanks.
I'll see you then.
- See ya.
(ominous music) (camera shutter clicking)
(upbeat dramatic music)
(city traffic humming) (muffled dance music)
(people chattering)
Hey.
- I thought you were big.
- I hate feeling small.
(electronic dance music)
- What can I get for you?
- More like whom.
We'd like to talk to your owner.
- Um, she's not here.
- So, we'll talk to you instead.
- Do you know her?
- Yes.
Oh God.
I mean, I knew who she was.
I don't know her personally.
But she came here often.
- Did you ever talk to her or did you see her come in with anyone special,
like a boyfriend?
- No, I never saw her with anyone.
Like I said, she was a regular here, but we never talked.
- Stop bullshitting us.
Where's your owner?
- Okay, come with me.
(speaking in Russian)
Natalya, there's a policeman to talk to you.
- Hello, I'm the owner of the club.
How can I help you?
- We need some information.
- Sorry, I don't serve it here.
Maybe you should contact my lawyer.
Horrible.
But what can I say?
I heard about what happened, but when you see it,
I guess you didn't expect to look like this.
- Can you give us anything?
Boyfriend, friend, pimp?
- She was a loner, like most of the girls in your line of work.
- Alright, well, if you can think of anything, please give me a call.
- Okay.
(people chattering)
(electronic dance music)
- A lot of beautiful women here.
You could have a field day.
- I'm not searching for that when I'm working.
- An admirer of yours sent this to you.
(ominous music)
- Who sent this?
- He ...
He was right there moments ago.
- What does it say?
- Keep sticking your neck out.
Pretty little neck that just might get cut.
What did he look like?
- I don't know.
- How do you not know what he looked like?
I don't believe you.
- I don't know, he grabbed my arm when I was passing by
and told me not to look at him.
He just handed me the rose
and told me to give the glass of champagne to the lady.
I was afraid not to do what he said.
- It could be anybody.
- What can you tell us about this guy?
- Uh, that is Warren.
He's worked here for years.
- We need to ask him some questions.
- That's not possible.
- Why not? - He's mute.
- That doesn't rule him out.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
- Okay.
You, what else can you tell me?
(city traffic humming)
- Tomorrow, we'll go back and see our friend Vasiliy at Chuberechi.
- Yeah.
Where's your apartment? I'll drop you off.
- It's the corner of La Jolla and Sixth.
- It's pronounced "La Hoy-ya."
- "La Hoy-ya."
(upbeat dramatic music)
It's right here.
Thanks.
- No problem.
- Hey Emily, he knows who you are.
Just sleep with your gun loaded.
- I'm way ahead of you.
Good night. - Good night.
(upbeat dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(screaming)
(drill whirring) (yelling and groaning)
- Oh my God!
I am begging you. ♪ Time and time again
- Please stop. ♪ The memory of your charms
- No more please!
What can I do? ♪ Are frozen like your heart
- I'll do anything!
Anything!
Just please stop!
Ahh!
♪ Your evil eyes
(gagging and choking) ♪ Hell has cast its spell
♪ On you
♪ Don't look my way, don't look my way
- Ted Bundy.
He would charm women with his boyish smile, then rape and then kill them.
He was arrested in 1977, only to escape and kill again.
Number of victims?
- 30.
- Supposedly, he confessed to even more the night he was executed.
John Wayne Gacy.
Drugged his victims, handcuffed, raped them, then strangled them.
He buried most of them in the backyard.
Total number of victims? - 33.
- Gary Ridgeway, worst serial killer in US history.
He eluded justice in 2001.
He would kill prostitutes.
When he was given a polygraph test by the police, he passed it.
Finally, DNA got him.
Total number of victims?
- 49.
- 71 confessions.
- (laughs) Yeah, but uh, (clears throat)
it was estimated that there were over 90 victims, right?
- Right.
- Then we have Chikatilo.
- Worst killer in Soviet Union history.
Official number of victims, 53.
Unofficial number, around 70.
- All smart, clever, unpredictable,
and dangerous with a thirst for killing.
You guys put yourselves in the eye of the storm.
- We'll use it at our advantage.
Eventually, he will move against one or both of us.
- And when he does, we'll have him.
(dramatic music) (sirens wailing)
- I want those on my desk as soon as possible.
Looks like bringing you to Los Angeles wasn't such a good idea.
Shut it down.
I want the press kept back, okay?
- As long as we're on the case, people will continue to die.
Looks like our killer knows me.
- No shit, Sherlock.
This makes you a liability to this case.
- Or an asset.
If he's tracking the Major and myself,
maybe we can make that work for us.
- In poker, I believe there is a face.
Sooner or later, he will show his hand.
- [Tony] Major? Can I show you something?
- Excuse me.
- You know, you're good, but you're green.
- Excuse me?
- I'd watch your back if I were you.
Did a little checking on the Major.
You might wanna ask him what happened to his last partner in Moscow.
(police siren wailing)
- So the victim profile has officially changed, along with motive.
The killer is targeting us and murdering everyone.
- Vasiliy definitely knew something.
Last victim worked for him and he had ties to Black Sea club.
- [Emily] So we'll go there when they open.
- No.
We go now, before they open.
- Oh, a little cloak and dagger.
- Cloak and what?
- Anyway...
Vlad, what happened to your partner in Moscow?
- I don't want to talk about that.
When we get to Black Sea, let's pull around the back so nobody can see us.
- Okay.
(dramatic music)
You know this is illegal?
We don't have a search warrant.
- I didn't know I needed one.
Remember, I'm not from around here.
- So this is how you do things in Russia?
- No, this is how I do things.
(ominous music)
- I hate clubs.
- Me, too.
Let's to go the bar and check out over there.
I'll go to the office.
If you need me, don't be afraid to yell.
- Yeah, don't worry, I will.
(dramatic music)
Kazatov!
- Bang, bang, you're dead.
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
- He slashed our tires.
- Ooh.
Should I call the Captain, or do you want this honor?
- Be my guest.
- I can't believe it happened here.
What were you doing here?
- We received a tip that one of your employees was in danger.
- I don't have any idea what he was doing here.
- (scoffs) You knew Vasiliy and the other victims, didn't you?
- I don't know what they are talking about.
- I also know you're running a prostitution ring out of this place.
Looks like it's finally catching up to you.
- You don't have to talk to us, but your club's gonna be shut down
'til we get some answers.
Our plan is working, we're drawing him out.
- He's going to start making mistakes,
and one mistake will eventually finish him.
- Let's hope the mistake doesn't hurt one of you.
You acquitted yourself well in the field today, Emily.
Being fired upon is not an easy thing.
- Thank you, sir.
- I also know that you have limited field experience,
so I am thinking that you should man the operation from headquarters.
- I'm the bait, I have to be out there.
- Captain, with all due respect, sir.
I will not feel safe without Detective Smith's partnership.
She knows how our killer operates, I need her.
- That's exactly what I wanted to hear from you both.
Okay.
Now this waiter, he was a petty thief,
no felons or misdemeanors, worked at the Black Sea.
You spoke to Natalya?
- Yeah, she really didn't give us much of anything,
so I think we need to go back and push a little harder.
- I think we should focus the investigation on the Black Sea.
(heels clicking loudly)
(dramatic music)
- [Man] Hey.
- You scared me, what are you doing here?
I didn't tell them anything.
(Natalya screams)
- Hey.
Sorry, but we need to talk to your owner again.
- I'm sorry, she's not here.
- What's your name?
- I'm Sandra.
- Sandra, where can we find her?
- I don't know.
She called me a few hours ago, asked me to meet her here to help clean up,
and it isn't like her not to call or show up.
- Are you okay?
- (exhales) I'm scared.
Why would anyone do that to Gary?
He was just a waiter.
Funny how life is.
Things are simple, one moment, like that. (snaps)
- Were you close to that waiter, Gary?
- No, but he was a human being, and that poor girl who was killed,
she didn't deserve to die, she wasn't a bad girl.
Do believe there's a life after we die, Detective?
- Yes, I believe there is something after all of this.
- I envy you that.
- You call this number anytime, okay?
We're here to help.
When Natalya shows up, tell her to give us a call.
- Thank you, I will.
- Bye, Sandra.
(traffic humming)
That girl Sandra, strange, very philosophical.
- She's scared, rightfully so.
Listen, Vlad, thanks for backing me up with the Captain today.
It really means a lot to me.
- You do your job well, you're an asset.
- Yeah, but you didn't have to if you didn't want to.
Detective Smith.
- [Garbled Voiceover] Hello, Emily.
I have someone here who would like to speak with you.
♪ Hell has cast its spell on you
- Help.
Help me, please.
He's going to kill me.
- Who is this?
- Natalya Ovnanovrestikov.
- Natalya, how can we help you?
- [Garbled Voiceover] I'm afraid you cannot help her now, Emily.
Isn't that right, Natalya?
- Don't kill me, please.
- [Garbled Voiceover] Yes, keep begging, whore.
It's good when they beg, gratifying on very primal level.
If I was sexual deviant, I might even be aroused.
- Please, let's just talk.
- [Garbled Voiceover] Done talking, time for dying.
- No!
(Natalya screaming)
(dramatic music)
(people chattering)
- [Vlad] A little cream and one sugar.
- Thanks.
Looks like Natalya had a hand in getting all the victims their American visas.
She brought them over and sponsored them
by letting them work at her club.
Could be something, or she could just honestly be trying to help them out.
- What about the black roses?
- I tried to track any roses that might have been shipped from Halfeti,
but they can't survive the transit from Turkey.
- So, where does he get them?
- I don't know.
- You know, the fact that all the victims, they were not raped, is unusual.
All serial killers, before they kill their victims, they rape them.
- Yeah, that's right.
- So that one, maybe he can't, maybe he is impotent.
- It could be an added component to his cruelty, self-hate, self-flagellation.
- Hey, Banuelos, you got that report yet?
Morning, comrade. - Good morning.
- Captain wants to see you two, and don't be late.
Hey, Emily, I heard what happened, it's hard the first time.
Don't worry, we'll find her.
(knocking)
- Come in, please have a seat.
Does this look like the shooter's getaway vehicle?
- Yes, that's it.
- It was reported stolen about a year ago.
We found it this morning.
Forensics shows that there was blood in the trunk, no fingerprints.
- Do you have a DNA match with Natalya?
- No, but there is one for the waiter.
Emily, I'm taking you off the case.
(ominous music) - What?
No.
You threw me under the bus?
- We're doing this for your own good.
- I can't believe you did this to me, I trusted you.
(exasperated sigh)
(exhales)
- Hey, Emily.
Hey, Emily.
- You have your story, well I have mine.
My father was a detective and he was shot down in the line of duty.
I slugged my way through the academy,
and office politics for years, and I don't deserve this.
- Our killer wants you now, it changed everything.
- It changes nothing, Vlad.
I'm a cop, I'm supposed to put myself in the line of fire.
That's what I signed up for, just like you.
- I can't lose a partner.
- You lost more than a partner today, Major.
You lost a friend.
(cell phone ringing)
Detective Smith.
- [Garbled Voiceover] Hello, Emily.
- You bastard.
- [Garbled Voiceover] That's the spirit.
You know I have become an admirer of yours lately.
I want to help you.
- Help me do what?
- [Garbled Voiceover] Stop me from killing and find Natalya.
I want to meet you tonight.
But you must come alone.
If I see you with police, there will be consequences.
- Where and when?
- [Garbled Voiceover] You know Paradise Nightclub?
- [Emily] Hollywood Boulevard.
- [Garbled Voiceover] Ah, good, good.
I will meet you there midnight tonight.
- He wants to meet me tonight.
Alone.
- Where?
- Club on Hollywood Boulevard.
- I can't let you do this.
- Would you do it?
- It's different.
I'm much more experienced.
I've been put through bad situations before.
Besides, Captain just took you off the case.
- The Captain doesn't have to know.
Would you do it?
If you had a chance to nail this sadistic son of a bitch, would you do it?
That's what I thought.
- Okay, if we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it right.
I'll watch you all the time, and remember this guy, he's unusual.
Methodical and smart; very smart.
- Then our job is to be smarter.
(city traffic humming) (muffled music)
(rock music)
- What can I get you, sweetie?
- I'll take a water, thank you. (phone ringing)
Yes?
- [Garbled Voiceover] Are you alone?
- You know I am.
- [Garbled Voiceover] Big man not around to protect you?
- I told you I'm alone. What now?
- [Garbled Voiceover] You look nice tonight.
- Let's cut the bullshit, shall we?
- [Garbled Voiceover] Watch it.
I give you compliment, and this is what I get in return?
- Why are you doing this?
- [Garbled Voiceover] Doing what, Emily?
- Killing innocent people.
- [Garbled Voiceover] They are not innocent.
They are parasites.
Low-life pimps and whores.
Vasiliy was cockroach, and the waiter was scammer.
These low-life whores are festering cancer to society and will not be missed.
- These women were just trying to survive the best way they know how.
- [Garbled Voiceover] (laughs) Do you know
how many jobs are in Los Angeles?
And these low-life whores and immigrants just want to open their legs.
Why?
- What about Natalya?
- [Garbled Voiceover] Oh, Natalya.
Natalya is gone.
What she has placed...
This is an inequity.
She sells prostitutes for money.
I don't think she cares about girls.
- Maybe that's true.
But is it worth killing someone over?
- [Garbled Voiceover] You tell me.
You want to see Natalya?
- Yes. Yes, very much so.
- [Garbled Voiceover] You need to powder your nose.
- What?
- [Garbled Voiceover] Your nose.
Go powder it.
- That's not good.
(people chattering) (music thumping)
- Natalya?
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
You son of a bitch!
- [Garbled Voiceover] You wanted to see the bitch.
I left you a little treat.
You lied to me, Emily!
- What are you talking about?
- [Garbled Voiceover] I told you to come alone.
But isn't your partner standing next to you right now?
I will have to think of fitting punishment for you, Emily, you lying whore!
Emily.
- What?
- [Garbled Voiceover] I know where you live.
- Are you okay?
- No, no.
No.
(crying)
(police radio chatter)
- That is not good.
- You think?
- Hey, you don't take it out on me, rookie.
You're not even supposed to be here.
Captain's gonna love this.
Kid's had a tough day.
- She's not a kid.
Today, she's a professional.
You should remember that, Detective.
- I'll keep it in mind.
Detective.
(traffic humming)
- This guy is good.
Too good.
He knows our every move.
He's always one step ahead of us.
And if he knows where you live, we're going to my place.
When you spoke to him, did he tell you anything that could help us?
- He's playing God by killing those he deems unfit to live.
- He knows you.
Which means he's done some kind of background check on you.
- You're right.
And he was able to get my private cell phone number.
Gotta be missing something.
- Welcome.
- Um, I'm just thinking that when he killed Natalya,
I was listening, terrified, and, and I remember her voice,
and how scared she was.
He was speaking to her in English.
If they're both Russian, wouldn't they be speaking Russian?
- I don't know, maybe.
Maybe not.
- [Emily] This whole time, we've been looking for a Russian.
- It's maybe not, possibly.
- Yeah, maybe he just wants us to think he's Russian.
- Remember those notes I translated to you?
- [Emily] Yeah.
- Very poorly written with many grammar mistakes.
- So he's familiar with the Russian language, but not proficient.
- Would you like water?
- Yeah.
(sighs)
Hey Vlad.
- Yes?
- [Emily] What happened to your partner in Moscow?
- I don't think you want to know.
- Then I wouldn't have asked.
I told you my story.
- It was a very bad day about a year ago.
Me and my partner, Xave, we worked at Wegener,
which is west side of Moscow in a rough area, known for drug trade.
It was suspected big deal.
I should have waited for help to arrive, but I didn't.
(dramatic music)
(speaking in Russian) You go there. Me, here.
(dramatic music)
So, I sent Xave upstairs in the back.
When I saw him again, he had a gun to his head.
The drug dealer told me--
(speaking in Russian) Drop the gun!
Either surrender my weapon, or my partner dies.
- What did you do?
- You never make any deals with criminals.
That's rules of operation.
That's my motto.
But, Xave was my friend, so I made an exception.
I surrendered my weapon.
(ominous music)
(speaking in Russian) Calm down.
But he didn't let him go.
(guns firing)
(speaking in Russian) Hold on!
He shot him, and he died in my arms that day.
- Vlad, I am so sorry.
- I'm not losing another partner.
We're gonna nail that son of a bitch.
- Damned right we are.
Thanks for being there for me tonight, partner.
So this is your partner?
- Yes.
- You two were at a train station in Moscow?
- What's your point?
- We don't get that many trains here in LA, especially late at night.
When Natalya called, I heard a train in the background.
The killer called using Natalya's cell phone.
The grid from her phone was a 28 square mile area in downtown LA.
- Which they've got phone records on your cell
as to exactly what time the call was made,
and then, we get the schedule for the last train that run through that cell grid--
- Right, and wherever the train was at that time
will be close to where the killer commits his crimes.
- Which is true if he kills all of his victims at the same place.
If he jumps around--
- Trust me, he's got a base of operations.
- Not bad for a rookie.
- I have my moments.
(city traffic humming)
(glass clinking)
(ominous music)
- No ...
Please.
I gave you what you wanted.
I gave you the cop's phone number.
(muffled screaming)
(dramatic music)
(city traffic humming)
- Did you know that you can create false black rose,
by putting a red rose in a vase of black ink?
A rose absorbs the ink and slowly turns black.
Just a thought.
- Hey Vlad, you may wanna take a look at this.
According to the MTA, there's a Union Pacific train
that passes through our grid at the same time as the killer's call.
And, the exact time of our call, the train would be passing by this location.
- Harbor Ink Factory.
- Yeah, yeah, it's been shut down for years.
Now it's just a big abandoned factory.
- Let's go.
(dramatic music)
- Alright.
Yeah, this is it, this is the old Harbor Ink Factory.
(suspenseful music)
- See, that's brand new.
(dramatic music)
- [Emily] Well--
- Black ink.
(distant screaming)
Did you hear it?
- Yeah.
I'll go around this way.
- Be careful.
(suspenseful music)
(distant yelling and screaming)
- [Hooded Killer] Good, good, good, good, yah.
(screaming)
Oh, good, good, good, good, good, good.
More, louder!
(Sandra screaming)
Yes, we have guests.
Louder, louder, good, good, good.
- Drop your weapon.
(drum roll)
It's you!
- Congratulations, you found me.
- I guess now we understand why murders never stopped under your investigation.
- Come on, Emily, join the party.
- Hey, step away from the girl.
Drop your weapons, we still can all walk out of here.
- I don't think that's gonna happen.
I'm not going to jail, you know what happens to cops in jail.
- Oh God, I don't wanna die.
- Shh, it's alright, baby, it'll be all over soon.
- No one's going to die.
- Don't you lie to her, you whore.
(Sandra screaming)
- It's alright, baby, it's alright.
You see what happens? Huh?
Someone is gonna die.
Now, I'm ready for that, but are you ready to have
someone die on your watch?
I don't think so.
So, let's go with option number two.
You drop your weapons, I give you the girl, and I walk outta here.
- I'll never surrender my weapon, pal.
- Well, that's not what I hear.
Is it, is that what you hear? No, it's not, is it?
Isn't that how you lost your partner, Alexave?
- You expect us to trust you?
- Alright, let's go with option number one.
- (speaking in foreign language) Please!
- Drop your guns or I finish this!
Do it or I cut her!
- [Sandra] Please, just don't do it.
- Okay, okay.
- You too, down!
On the ground!
- What happened, Matt?
Did she hurt you, did she cheat on you?
- Don't try and profile me, Emily.
- She lied to you.
- Put it down, on the ground!
I swear, I swear I'll do it.
- Was it your girlfriend?
Your sister, or your wife?
- Wife, I never had a wife, I gave her everything.
- But you trusted her.
- I offered her a new life, and you cut my heart out!
(Sandra sobbing)
- Did your father sexually molest you?
- Shut up, put the gun down, on the ground!
- Is your mother a whore?
- Don't you tell my mother's a whore!
(gun firing)
- Sandra, can you hear me, can you hear me?
It's okay, you're okay.
You're safe, you're safe.
We're gonna get you to the hospital.
(emergency crew chattering)
- I want to apologize, to the both of you.
At a certain point, I had a feeling
the investigation was being corrupted,
so I needed a team that was outside the department.
About three years ago, Detective Robinson transferred
from the San Francisco Police Department.
At that time we gave him a customary background check
and found that he traveled to Russia.
It didn't mean anything then.
- I guess that explains why he could write and speak a little Russian.
- While he was there, he hooked up with Natalya.
She was operating a mail order bride operation out of the Black Sea.
He was hoping to obtain a wife, instead he got hustled.
- He felt used by Russian women.
That was his blood revenge for abandoning him.
- And when Natalya became a liability, he killed her too.
He killed anybody that got close to him.
That's the guy I should have profiled.
- He's very good at covering his tracks, and burying his past.
People from the inside do that better than anyone.
It's a sad day when one of our own betrays everything we stand for.
(somber music)
It's an honor, Vladimir.
Only wish you'd stay and work with us,
but I know your heart's in Moscow.
- Thank you, sir.
- Good work.
Banuelos!
- We did it.
- I guess so.
- Was I a good wingman, Vlad?
- The best I ever had.
- The best you ever had?
- The best I ever had, and most prettiest one.
- Are you hitting on me, Major?
- No, not yet.
No, my English is not that well.
- [Emily] Well, you don't need English for the language of love.
- [Vlad] I hope so.
Would you like to go to Moscow?
- [Emily] Yeah, you think you could show me around?
- [Vlad] Anytime, partner.
- [Emily] Excellent, just don't make me eat
those fish cakes, okay? They stink.
- [Vlad] I don't like them either. I was pretending.
- [Emily] (laughing) Let's have a hamburger and an orange juice.
How about that?
(hard rock)
(driving electronic music)
(dramatic music)