Zero Tolerance

When my daughter was just a little girl...

I promised to never leave her.

That was one promise I could not keep.

You're late!

- I had some shit I had to take care of. - She's a ho, Steven.

Sooner you get that through your head, the better for you.

Just give me the money.

You're angry?

Is it because of me or your ho?

After all this time together, you're not trusting me?

This is our last transaction.

Got a better source.

Same grade, cheaper.

JoJo?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

JoJo is small time, man. His sources aren't even stable.

I didn't think you were this fucking stupid.

He gave me the same exact grade as yours.

Probably because he got it from me.

He's selling it to you for a low cost for now.

The price is going to come up, the quality's going to go down.

He's just a fucking small-time piece of shit.

Got his hands in everything... girls, money.

Yeah, I know. That's how I met your girlfriend.

Angel, right?

What a fine piece of ass.

But don't worry, it was like a couple years ago, before she met you.

When she was still fresh.

JoJo's giving me 10% off your cut.

- Take five, and I'll stick with you. - You take your 5% and go fuck yourself.

I don't think you realize who you're dealing with.

I know exactly who I'm talking to, motherfucker. Daddy's little boy.

Hey, you're one fast motherfucker, but I still got a sniper out there.

10% is all it took for you to fuck me over.

Come on, man. It's business.

Yeah, it is business.

But what you said about Angel, that's personal.

Act surprised, okay?

No, stupid.

How do you do this?

Here he comes, here he comes.

Surprise!

Thank you. Thank you.

- Happy Birthday. - Happy Birthday.

- Thank you. - I hate being married to a detective.

- Your band sucks. - That's 'cause our lead singer can't sing.

Then why is he the lead singer?

'Cause it's his studio, and he owns all the equipment.

Guess it makes sense.

Let's say you skip your band practice tonight and have dinner with the old man?

- Okay. - Great.

You go ahead. I'll take the kids to school.

Thanks.

Happy 50th, old man.

Old woman found her. Euro-Asian, late teens.

M.E. is working on time and cause of death.

It's gonna be difficult.

Anything else?

Nothing yet. Divers are searching. It's going to take another couple hours.

Visibility down there is nil.

Give me a smoke, man.

- It's been, like, four years. - Just give me a cigarette.

Her name's Angel. No last name.

Everyone has a last name.

Not if your father's a ghost. I'm gonna need a few personal days.

You have reached the Balloon Catering Service.

Please leave a message.

I'm in town. Meet me at the usual place.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

I can't believe they've turned this place into this.

Yeah. Well, the war's been... over for a long time, so...

a playground is better than a cemetery.

So why are you here?

Something to tell me?

Angel's dead.

Her body was discovered early yesterday morning off the river,

Klong Bangkok Noi.

She was found naked.

Her wrists were bound.

I'm sorry.

I have a plan.

I'll head back and work the case, and you follow in.

And stay off the radar.

And then?

By the time you land...

I should have some leads for us to start with.

- Your partner? - Yeah, he's a good cop.

If there are any leads, he'll have 'em.

And then?

And then you do whatever you want.

But until we find the people responsible, you play by my rules.

So... how is Ploy?

She's doing well. She's a senior VP now.

You know, you don't have to do this, Peter.

I can handle this myself, you know that.

- I mean, you got a family. You got a... - Hey, we do this together.

And your friend? Is he coming?

Yes.

I think his daughter was mixed up in a lot of gray stuff.

Her father and I were recruited by the CIA... as locals.

- We met during training. - Air America?

How fucking old do you think I am?

We became Americans and joined the military.

We came back 12 years later. I became a cop, and he went private.

- Blackwater? - There's no such thing anymore.

- What else do you have? - She has a titanium rod in her forearm.

Doc says it's about a couple years old. Only a few hospitals could do it.

So where's your friend?

I love you.

Forgot how humid it gets here.

Meet my partner, Karn. He's tracked down some potential perps.

We've got three.

This guy...

Her boyfriend or her friend's boyfriend?

Her friend's. Crystal and Patrick.

She's half Thai, he's Turkish. They've been living here for the past six years.

She didn't have a boyfriend?

Not one that I found, no.

Karn believes that the two will be in Khao San tonight.

There are a couple of bars they like to frequent.

- Johnny. - I know.

- No, you don't. - I do know.

I'm very aware of where I am about to step into.

But believe me...

as a cop who's been investigating sex crimes for 20 years...

and a father of three young children, and as your friend...

Johnny...

I know we've seen some dark, weird shit, but this is your own daughter.

I understand.

Okay.

Karn, you track Crystal and Patrick.

I know where to track Steven now.

That's him.

We go in here, we go in hard. These guys don't fuck around.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a Crystal Logan, Room C 23.

Do you have a warrant?

I'll call for backup.

- Everything good? - Yes, boss. It's all quiet.

Man, where have you been?

Jesus, you just don't fucking get it. Do you know what we have sitting here?

Hey! Drop it.

How we looking?

Everything's ready. We're just waiting for you to make the calls.

Listen, wrong way, mate. Turn around and jog on.

I'll blow your fucking head off!

Finally. I'll see you at the usual place.

Police!

I don't want you to go.

You know I have to.

- Stay with me. - I really... I really do have to go.

I love you.

That's sweet.

"Sweet"? Yeah?

I'm not fucking sweet!

All right. Let's split up.

Karn, you check out the other places.

Welcome to Khao San.

We're going to meet someone who usually knows everything that goes on around here.

That's her.

Excuse me. May I sit down and ask you some questions?

I'm always happy to help the local police. Please sit.

Your friend isn't a cop.

- No, he's not. - Who is he?

He's my friend.

Am I being charged for anything or is this just a friendly chat?

It's a friendly chat.

Crystal, Angel, and Patrick. Good kids. All three of them.

Why is a high-ranking police officer looking for them?

How do you know them?

Answer my question please.

This is Angel's father. Her body was found three days ago.

I'm so sorry.

You knew her well?

Angel was a lovely girl. I liked her a lot.

- I liked her a lot. - Thank you.

Can you help us?

- Angel came to me three years ago. - Three years ago...

- She came to see me. - ...she came to see me.

- She was looking for customers. - She was looking for customers.

- At first I sent her away... - I chased her away...

- ...but she was persistent. - ...but she was very stubborn.

She didn't want any middle man.

She didn't need any middle man with nothing to lose.

You mean pimps?

She wanted a quick way in.

She wanted a quick way in.

Did you hook her up?

No. But that didn't stop her.

- No, but it didn't stop her. - And you said you liked her.

- But you didn't help her? - To be used by other men?

- So she could be used by men? - No.

No.

- Did you know your daughter? - Do you know your daughter well?

- What Angel wants. - Anything Angel wants...

- She has to get. - ...she has to get.

Did you give her your contacts?

I left that world a long time ago. My contacts would be useless to her.

- But you knew people? - I did.

Angel did it herself.