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ICE just got facial recognition on Russian Mafia Family member,
Ivan Letnov, who landed in L.A. about two hours ago.
All warrants are active, which is why
he hasn't stepped foot on U.S. soil in nearly two years.
Which means whatever reason he's here for is important.
ICE have any idea what that might be?
Best guess is an arms shipment.
A week ago, over three dozen Russian PPSh-41 submachine guns
were reported stolen
from the AFR's 102nd military base in Gyumri.
Those guns do not hit our streets.
Lopez, pull the warrant... I want everybody in TAC gear in ten.
All right, basic setup.
The back door opens onto a large living area.
We will cover each other and cross
that open space as quickly as possible.
Once we clear the ground floor,
we take the upstairs rooms one at a time.
There are over 6,000 square feet to clear,
so be on point, people.
There's no margin for error.
Burn it.
What's going on here?
This floor plan's different.
What's with all these small rooms?
I don't know.
Check 'em all. Back room clear.
Clear.
What the hell is this?
Russian Mafia Edition.
Right hallway, go.
It's clear.
- What the...? Lubricants? - Something's very wrong here.
What the hell is this?
We need some help down here!
Oh, my God.
Call the paramedics.
Call the coroner, too.
She's alive! I need some help!
I need some help!
What do those numbers mean?
They're delivery dates and prices for the girls.
It's how the Russians run their sex trade. Never seen this
in the States before though.
Their human trafficking operation's
been strictly international.
Till now. They're expanding.
I don't get it... I mean, if you're selling the skins,
then why damage the merchandise?
Must have been a beggun, a runner.
Make an example out of them by sawing off their legs
in front of the other girls.
If those dates are right, they shipped 30 girls a week ago.
- There were only ten here. - Vee, I want you
to talk to the girls at the hospital, see what
they can tell us.
Letnov has a brother, Yuri.
If anyone knows where Ivan's hiding, it'll be him.
You know, those Russians like
taking ice baths butt-ass naked.
I'm telling you, I am not wrestling no naked dudes, man.
That's Letnov's brother Yuri.
All right, I'm gonna need two with me
and two to cover the alley.
Let's roll.
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Good day, gentlemen. We're just looking for someone.
You know I can't unsee this, right?
I'm gonna have nightmares about pink asses
for the rest of my life.
Clear.
Cassius! You good?
I'm good!
Boys in the alley, he's coming your way.
Hold it right there, Letnov!
Yuri, stop!
Freeze!
Easy!
Easy, Yuri!
It's over, all right?
We don't want you. I want your brother Ivan.
And why would I give him up?
You got nowhere else to run, man.
You two okay?
Yeah, we're fine. Just a few stitches.
And, yes, black people can swim.
When necessary.
Did you have any luck with Yuri Letnov?
No. It was a dead end.
What happened?
He decided to take a dive off
a five-story building rather than rat his brother out.
RMF code of honor.
How 'bout you, Vee?
Girls aren't talking. Not a word.
Too scared of RMF.
They think we can't protect them.
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The girls,
they aren't Russian.
They're from Jalisco, Mexico.
A small community of German immigrants
settled there decades ago.
That explains the blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Déjame!
No!
Y'all might not hit a girl, but I will knock a bitch out.
I'd like to say thank you to everyone in the community
for your trust, okay? I may be in charge of this bank,
but it's not mine. It's ours.
Together, we're gonna build
a stronger community and brighter future for all of us.
Okay, I-I'm tired of waiting.
Let's open up some bank accounts.
Good luck. Thank you, thank you.
Absolutely. Thanks for coming.
Thank you, guys; thank you. Yeah. Absolutely.
I am so proud of you.
-Thank you baby. A lot of people showed up. - I know.
This is good. This is... It's good.
- What's the matter, babe? - Uh...
it's Pops. He shouldn't be here.
Take it easy on him. It's a big day for him, too.
But it's bad for business!
So far so good.
And yourself?
- Dad, what are you... - I know, I know.
I shouldn't be here.
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What's this?
A dollar.
You know we have a required $100
minimum to open up an account, right?
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It's one dollar.
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This is what I always wanted for you, Daniel.
You made me so very proud today.
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Sí.
Thank you all for coming.
I know it's not easy with Big Brother watching
over our shoulders. Look around.
90% of the Los Angeles drug trade
is represented here, and as you all now know,
Los Angelicos controls 100% of the Fishscale business.
All of it.
You called us here to gloat?
Not to gloat, Minnie.
To share.
Each of you has a network already in existence.
- Some much bigger than others. - But each one valuable.
I'm willing to let you keep a much bigger cut of the profits
than any of your current suppliers do.
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