Outside the interview room, Bunk smooths down his tie and grins his way into a nearby cube, where Beadie and Daniels wait: "They're down. All fourteen of them. Abated by the untimely death of a known suspect." Daniels and Beadie grin back. Seriously -- even Daniels. Bunk says that they also got a clearance on a John Doe case, "just for laughs." He asks whether Daniels wants to tell Rawls, and Daniels intones, "Let him stew a while longer." Beadie snickers. Daniels adds that there's one thing they should do right away, and taking a photo off a nearby desk...

...Daniels heads into the interview room, setting the photo in front of Sergei: "Who's the man above Vondas?" Sergei sits up, checks the photo, and drawls, "The Greek." "What's his name?" Daniels enunciates. Sergei spreads his hands in exasperation, shrugging as much as one can when one is handcuffed to a table. Daniels leans in terrifyingly, and tells Sergei that if he wants a chance at anything but Death Row, he's going to tell Daniels whatever he knows about where Spiros et al might be. "A hotel at the harbour," says Sergei, easily enough. "This one?" asks Lester, indicating the Hyatt in the photo. Sergei shakes his head, and volunteers to show them which one. Daniels takes off. Who knew a guy like Sergei would be this scared of dying?

At the right hotel, Bunk sticks a keycard in a door lock and busts into the room with a whole platoon of other cops. It's clear pretty soon, though, that everyone's gone. And that the room's previous occupants were pigs. Disappointed, Daniels strides forward to the coffee table in the living-room area, where what's left of an Ouzo-and-cigarettes lunch mock him.