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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

I checked around for you... Dad!

Haven't you ever heard of knocking?

I'm sorry.

I took your car around the block a few times--

it's fine.

(angrily): It wasn't fine yesterday.

It stalled out on me four times on the way home.

Anyway, I've got to get ready for work.

Sure.

Sure.

I'm sorry I snapped at you, Dad.

That's okay.

Like I said, your car's running good.

I'd give you mine

but Phil and I are talking about

driving down Dyker Beach

and getting in 18 holes before...

(phone ringing)

It rang before when you were getting ready.

You should give her our car.

Maybe Phil can take Tommy's.

What is it, sweetheart?

I'm going to be late for work.

Whoa.

Oh, hey.

Oh. You running late?

I am, I am.

I'm so sorry, Keith.

I just meant... you're in a hurry.

I... I had car trouble on the way in.

Oh.

I'm... I'm just going to put my things in my locker.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

Aren't you going to get that?

(ringing continues)

Hello.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're not on break!

Get back to work or so help me, God, I will have you fired.

(engine sputtering)

Oh!

No! Oh, no!

God, not again!

God! Come on!

Come on, please.

(starter cranking)

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

I saw it on the way in.

We're going to need a tow.

Something's leaking.

Give me a crowbar.

Forget the tow.

We need the cops.

as soon as we heard you were coming.

So how come they yanked you in on this?

The victim had a harassment complaint out

on her ex-boyfriend.

He's a cop.

I sure hope a cop didn't do this.

Her feet are torn.

She might have been dragged.

Bruises on her torso.

Nose and the jaw are broken.

Clumps of hair have been torn out.

There're skull fractures front and back.

The killer didn't pose the body.

He just beat the crap out of her

and dumped her in here.

He punished her.

We got tread marks here and in front of the car.

We couldn't get a clear print.

The ground's too hard.

There's condensation on the window

everywhere but... here.

There was a note?

We got her purse, too.

"Will be back."

She had car trouble.

So, the killer pulled up here to help her.

She left a note.

Then they drove away.

He killed her...

and then he came back.

He transferred the body into the trunk.

Trusted the wrong Samaritan.

Pepper spray.

Jenny Sullivan was not a trusting person.

She knew this guy.

Are the keys in there?

Anyone try this?

No.

(engine starting)

She said it kept stalling out.

I drove it around the neighborhood

for at least 15 minutes.

It seemed fine.

Who could know that some animal would find her.

Jenny had a boyfriend--

an ex-boyfriend named Frank Hoyt.

You don't think he had anything to do with it.

We loved Frank.

Mr. Sullivan, you don't agree.

You didn't love Frank?

I had some problems with him.

Same problems Jenny had?

She had a good job at the airlines.

Got a big promotion-- supervisor.

Had to fight to get it, too.

That's when he started bugging her to quit.

EAMES: She filed a complaint

against him.

What was that about?

They had lunch a few weeks after they broke up.

He wanted to give it another try.

They had an argument, that's all.

He was still harassing her.

He kept calling her.

Just yesterday morning, he got her all upset.

She never said it was Frank!

Mr. Sullivan...

you blame yourself?

I was all worried about my golf game.

I should have given her my car.

I've never seen him around here.

She talk about him?

Yeah. She said he was still in touch with her

which she wasn't too happy about.

This is her locker right here.

It's a long stretch of road between

your parking lot and the expressway.

You hear of any incidents, Mr. Ramsey,

of people being followed?

No.

The crew use these on the job?

No.

She put this up?

I... guess so.

There's a new coat of paint on the door.

Maintenance crews come through once in a blue moon.

Well, they didn't repaint these.

Excuse me.

Desmond. Keith.

Uh, Mr., um...

uh, McCarthy.

You worked with Jenny Sullivan?

She was one of my supervisors.

Her and Keith, yeah.

Bad stuff, what happened to her.

Desmond, you said she got a call

yesterday morning, right?

Yeah, a cell phone.

You said it freaked her out.

Pretty near took our heads off.

What was the call?

She say anything?

No.

I thought it was a hang up.

She just flipped.

The phone call at work came in at around 9:00.

Hoyt was in a departmental meeting

so the call wasn't his.

His car was clean.

The guy just didn't do it.

I'll feel better when we find who did.

I just talked to the garage.

They can't find anything wrong with her car.

So she imagined her car problems?

Maybe she imagined being harassed.

She didn't imagine the phone calls.

Her... her father said that he tested the car--

he drove it around the block a few times.

Yeah, it's Goren.

Can I have Mike down in the garage?

We drained the gas tank.

That's when we heard it rattling around in there.

A Ping-Pong ball.

When you drive over long distances

like the airport road or an expressway

it gets sucked down to the gas line intake.

Plugs it up, the car stalls.

When you stop, it floats back up the surface.

The car starts up again.

But if you just drive it around the block...

Because of the stop and go, the ball never gets sucked down.

The car never stalls out.

Ralph, that was Jenny's work.

They have some forms we have to fill out.

What are you doing, sweetheart?

I... I was just looking at her room.

Aw, sweetie.

I... I got things to do.

So this went into her tank Wednesday

when her car started stalling out.

She was killed Thursday night.

There was a weather pattern Wednesday.

The afternoon flights were canceled.

She went home early.

Her car was probably sabotaged in the employee parking lot.

Killer couldn't make his move until the next day.

So, potentially a coworker.

Her father said she had to fight for her promotion.

If there was a fight, there was a loser.

Personnel told us you had seniority in baggage

but she had more years in the company.

She made a stink, she got the job; your job.

It wasn't my job.

There was a salary bump with that promotion.

Would have been.

Oh, man.

Instead you got stuck in this little hellhole.

I don't mind. I like the guys.

Loyalty counts for something.

Can I bum a smoke from you?

I mean, you can smoke in here, right?

So what do you supervise here, Mr. Tate? Lost luggage?

Don't sweat it.

You're just biding your time.

"Indecent Exposure Gentleman's Club."

We passed that on the way here.

I didn't notice.

You guys hang out there?

Yeah, sometimes.

EAMES: Jenny must have felt

right at home at a titty bar.

Oh, right, that's the point, she wouldn't. Right, Walter?

You know what?

We're going to let you get back to work.

Thank you for your help.

I almost forgot.

I once busted a stripper.

Her specialty was this thing with a glow stick.

They do that there?

Yeah, they do that.

I can't believe you touched that thing.

Ms. Sullivan did make a sexual harassment complaint

but not against Walter Tate.

The person involved got a warning.

Can we see the complaint?

It's against our policy.

Well, what did this person do to Ms. Sullivan?

I can't get into that

but the general sense was

that Ms. Sullivan was overly sensitive.

Let me guess.

It had to do with her locker.

Somebody wrote graffiti on it, and that's why

it was repainted.

Someone slipped something through her vent

and that's why she blocked them.

We're batting a thousand anyway.

You might as well let us see it.

You understand I'm bending our rules.

I think your rules are used to it.

Playboypinups in the break room?

dirty cartoons...

That's from our inspection of the workplace.

Her complaint wasn't about that.

I guess she wasn't allthat overly sensitive.

The complaint was against Desmond McCarthy.

Big guy in the locker room.

He exposed himself to her.

He put the glow stick on her car seat.

He poured urine through the vents of her locker.

Jenny cataloged everything he did.

Every obscene gesture, every piece of graffiti

dates, times, witnesses.

Did she have notes or a journal?

He told us she had a spiral notebook with her.

Oh, I didn't never saw anything like that.

She ever say anything

to you about her problems at work?

We talked about other things.

Who makes the bed?

Jenny does.

She likes things neat.

Eames.

EAMES: So this is where she hid the notebook.

What's going on?

We've been talking about how...

how good Jenny was doing at her job.

You must be proud of her.

Sure, I was proud.

My dad's a retired cop.

When I've got a beef at work, I go to him.

Is that what Jenny did?

She came to you with her problems?

Yeah, sure.

Everybody has a bad day at one time or another.

Can't let it get to you.

That's what you taught Jenny?

Don't show weakness?

Be strong?

When she told you some guy

at work was ragging her

you told her to just tough it out?

The guy was just a jerk.

Did you know she filed a complaint against him

with the company?

GOREN: You're not surprised.

You know what's on the complaint.

You read her notebook.

No.

Yes, you did.

And... and now you're taking it all on yourself

because you're thinking maybe you should have listened

more carefully to what Jenny said.

And that's why you're not telling anyone about it.

I didn't know.

She tried to tell me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

EAMES: "While in the break room, McCarthy started telling me

"about a video about women who used sex toys.

"When I told him to stop, he exposed his genitals to me.

"I left the room.

"August 12, 5:10 p.m.

"While on my way to the locker room

"Jack Martinez stopped me to discuss a work order.

"Later, when I approached my locker

"I saw McCarthy leaving.

"When I opened my locker

I found everything soaked in urine."

What a living hell.

The airline just gave this bozo

a slap on the wrist. That sends a message.

No wonder McCarthy's buddies got in on the act.

Says here, "Walter Tate, McCarthy and Martinez engaged

in a lively discussion of their rape fantasies."

Martinez is the guy who... distracted her.

While McCarthy messed with her locker.

And here...

on her way to the parking lot

Tate and Bill Stuart told her what they saw at the strip club.

When she got to her car, the glow stick was on the seat.

These guys conspired to harass her.

Maybe not just to harass her.

You see what she wrote here?

It's the week before she died.

The address on Fordham place.

It's the State Human Rights Division.

She was filing a complaint with the state.

She was going for the jugular.

And they went for hers.

Who told you this?

The guy who works the desk at human resources.

I give him a ride sometimes.

That's crap!

What did he say exactly?

They found a complaint she made on bright boy here.

I'm not taking the fall for this.

Just relax, would you?

You relax, Martinez. You know what?

Don't relax.

If they try to hang this murder on me,

What motive?

You just said the Human Rights Division

never heard from her.

She hadn't made up her mind yet.

She was scared. She'd been burned before.

But if these guys got wind she was even thinking

of going to the state...

Appalling as their behavior is

it doesn't predispose them to murder.

They threatened her with rape.

They fondled her.

Yes, they did.

There is not a single case on the books

proving a causal relationship

between sexual harassment and murder.

Not a single case until now.

Not with this evidence.

These men may have been pigs

but it doesn't make them killers.

I'm sorry.

The notebook mentions her confiding in the other supervisor, Keith Ramsey.

It's interesting he never said anything to us.

Sure, I knew what was going on.

It was hard to miss.

She told you about it?

We talked about it.

She wrote it in her notebook.

She kept a very detailed chronicle.

Yeah, well, then you know I wasn't involved.

Right, we got that.

What we don't get is why you didn't tell us.

Because it didn't have anything to do with her death.

You know, I told corporate what was going on.

It was up to them to come down on those guys.

Why didn't you?

You're their supervisor.

Are you afraid of them?

I-I can take care of myself.

But you didn't take care of Jenny.

She wrote in her notebook you're the only guy she trusted.

Or maybe you enjoyed seeing her get tormented.

Where's this coming from?

Eames, please.

We need to call in anyway.

This case has brought out the-- what's the code word?

"Feminist" in my partner.

Yeah, it's all right.

She's an attractive woman

in what used to be a man's job.

It can't be easy.

Attractive?

If hostility turns you on.

That's not why I meant.

If you want to know, that's more my type.

Not bad if you like

high-maintenance ball busters.

No. You see, I like women.

They don't always get a fair shake.

So you have no problem with Jenny working in--

how did you put it-- what used to be a man's job?

Of course not.

I told those guys that she deserved a chance.

You know, I hope you're wrong about those guys.

I have to go.

The New Age man-- he likes women, he understands them.

He tried to help Jenny.

And still she's dead.

Another ineffectual nice guy.

I wonder how helpful he really was.

These memos from Keith Ramsey

are about work procedures.

Where are the ones about sexual harassment?

We never got anything from him about that.

These memos concern his comments on work proposals

made by Ms. Sullivan.

"Putting more security in the baggage terminal

"will result in additional cost.

Ms. Sullivan's proposal requires further study."

Ms. Sullivan, she wanted more security in her department?

Apparently, yes.

She thought incoming mailbags were spending too much time

in the terminal.

She proposed rescheduling pickups by the post office.

Ramsey said that she overstated the problem.

Every chance that he gets, he submarines her.

What's the date on her memo about the mailbags?

August 25.

McCarthy poured urine in her locker on the 27th.

Her security memo?

September 15.

September 18, she found the glow stick in her car.

They were harassing her in response to her memos.

Mailbags and security-- touchy subjects.

Identity fraud?

You have my attention.

Jenny complained that her workers

were taking unscheduled breaks.

These breaks coincided with flights arriving

from Sioux City and Bakersfield.

All the flights carried mailbags.

Sioux City is the distribution center

for major credit card companies.

Bakersfield is headquarters for two credit-reporting companies.

That's what was in those mailbags:

credit cards and credit reports.

Which were being stolen

which is what Jenny Sullivan uncovered.

There's no evidence

she knew what was going on.

She was doing her job.

Getting in the way.

They tried to drive her out by harassing her.

When that didn't work, they killed her.

The FBI has to be brought in on this.

Who's the ringleader? Ramsey?

The murder seems out of character for him.

The evidence against him

won't support an arrest warrant anyway.

We'll start with the others.

She was wound too tight.

I just ragged on her so she'd loosen up, you know.

Loosen up.

Is that why you think the FBI's here?

It's the mailbags, Desmond.

That's why you wanted her to loosen up.

That's why you killed her.

I never went near

those bags.

I took those breaks 'cause I have a medical condition.

Right. The Sioux City Mailbag Syndrome.

I hear it's contagious.

Your buddies all caught it.

I swear I never opened those bags.

You're the only one of those guys who touched her.

Killing her was that much easier.

It wasn't me.

I got nothing to say about mailbags.

But the killing, I'm not taking the hit for that.

It was Walt, Walter Tate.

He messed with her car.

I did not steal from mailbags.

That's a federal crime.

I'm no idiot.

I've got a wife and kids.

Maybe you didn't steal, Walter

but maybe you know those other guys did.

Desmond and Stuart.

You're not going to get me to say anything about anybody.

You got a lot more character than your buddies, Walter.

I'll give you that.

One of them told us that you were seen putting something

in Jenny's tank.

That's a damn lie!

You talk to Bill Stuart.

You ask him why he washed out the trunk of his car

the day after the murder.

That's right.

People saw him.

I'm not going down for this.

I did not kill her.

If you know who did, Bill, now's the time.

Martinez. It's Martinez.

Martinez drove out after her that night.

Somebody saw him.

I just put the mailbags in a room

and those other guys, they took stuff out of them.

No, see, Martinez, you did more

than just push mailbags around the terminal.

There's what you did to Jenny.

That sex stuff?

That wasn't my idea.

I liked her.

Everybody was giving her such a hard time.

And she still brought us homemade cookies.

Cookies?

Keith said it was a peace offering.

EAMES: Something must have been wrong with her baking

because somebody saw you following her that night.

They didn't see me.

Desmond, he's the one followed her.

There isn't enough against Ramsey.

But with Martinez's statement

the Bureau can proceed against McCarthy, Stuart and Tate

for mail theft and fraud.

As far as the murder, well, that's your jurisdiction.

Thanks for your help.

Well, at least they said thank you.

So now we have four murder suspects.

And four witnesses and four sets of facts.

This is not a promising development.

These guys could have orchestrated this.

Not these four.

Someone fed them those stories.

The same mind that put the ping-pong ball in Jenny's car

is now playing Ping-Pong with us.

I had a very nice time.

It's not that.

I just have a big day tomorrow.

I'll call you later this week.

Keith, I'll call you, okay?

I'd better get my coat.

Keith! Keith!

Tell me some news, Keith.

We need to get back to business.

I told you I can't get the documents right now.

It's too dangerous.

The cops are questioning my guys.

Your guys, they can hurt you.

My guys only know what I tell them.

You don't have to worry about them.

Okay.

Our new best friends at the FBI traced the usage

of the card number stolen from the airport.

So far, they're showing over a million dollars

in long-distance calls to Eastern Europe.

Our boys must be fencing the cards for the Russians.

Such lovely business partners.

What are you looking for?

Cookies.

Martinez said that Jenny made them cookies

but it's not in here.

Maybe she had other things on her mind.

She wrote down everything else.

Here-- Ramsey told her...

he discussed her harassment with a woman's rights lawyer.

More bull.

She wrote down the lawyer's name.

Lucia Hastings.

Can you look it up

in the bar association directory?

Probably the only bar Lucia's associated with

is the cocktail lounge at the airport.

Well, what do you know?

Lucia Hastings.

Associate at Markham & Frasier.

Like I said on the phone

I don't know Keith very well.

Is one of his employees suing him?

Executives are such easy targets.

Executives like Keith?

He mentioned ever since he became a...

I'm so bad with titles, uh...

Vice president.

I know, but of what?

Do you still have his card?

Vice President of Operations.

I'm curious.

How did my name come up?

You made an impression on him.

But then again, you are his type.

You met socially?

At a club.

Ahmad's in Soho, a couple of months ago.

So, what's he done?

Embezzled company funds?

I'm surprised that you'd say that.

'Cause, you know, he's such

a... a nice guy.

Sure, he was nice.

Nice enough to date?

I let him take me out to dinner.

How did the evening end?

Not the way he hoped.

And when you told him that you weren't interested

how did he take it?

He just got very quiet.

I gave the waiter my card to pay for the drinks.

I thought that was the least I could do.

Then I went to the powder room.

When I got back, Keith was gone

and I haven't heard from him since.

Later on, did you notice anything missing

from your purse?

No.

How about your wallet?

The credit card that you left on the table?

No. It was there when I got back.

How about when you got your bill at the end of the month?

Well, as a matter of fact

someone had charged a bunch of phone calls to Sarajevo

of all places.

Of all places.

He stole her credit card number and passed it on to his Russian buddies.

He masquerades as an airline exec.

That's what he does for sport?

It's not a sport.

It's how he sees himself.

The waitresses at Ahmad's said he comes in

a couple nights a week, in a business suit, flashing a roll.

Chats up one or two ladies

and usually goes home alone.

Home being the Dakota, across the hall from Yoko.

At least that's what he told the bartender.

I wish we could give him a new home.

The phone charges on Lucia Hastings' card

tie him to the mail theft ring.

That still leaves the murder.

Ramsey doesn't like confrontation.

It would take something deeply threatening

to trigger the kind of rage that killed Jenny Sullivan.

What that trigger could be...

I can't see it yet.

Thank you.

And one for the lady.

No.

Please.

I've been on the phone all day

trying to avert another airline strike

and the only thing that will make me feel better

is if I can buy a beautiful woman a drink.

Well, thank you.

Thank you for accepting.

I am Keith.

Steffi.

What airline do you work for, Keith?

Trans Union.

I'm Vice President of Operations.

There's going to be a strike?

Right now, I couldn't care less.

EAMES: Hi, Keith.

How fabulous to run into you.

I just got off the Concorde.

You know, when you finally take over that airline of yours

you should really buy a couple of those.

They are so fabulous.

And who's this?

Hi, I'm Alex.

Steffi.

Steffi-- what a cute name.

And you remember Bob?

Bob, the shipping magnate.

Hiya.

Did Alex tell you what she does for a living?

She's a queen.

Queen of Sheba.

(chuckling): They're pulling your leg.

No, no.

Shipping magnate, Queen of Sheba and...

What was it?

Vice President of Trans Union Airlines.

So fabulous.

Why don't the three of us go back to our place

and talk about our fabulous jobs.

You two are very funny, but Steffi and I...

We even brought you an invitation.

We insist, Keith.

Sorry.

A backlog in night court.

A two-hour wait to get an attorney

appointed to represent you.

But I ran into two attorneys I know

who are taking cases.

Mr. Drotos... Ms. Broadrick.

Both excellent.

They've looked at the complaint.

Your choice, Mr. Ramsey.

Mr. Drotos, why don't you have a seat.

No, wait.

I... I don't want him.

I want her.

EAMES: Do you two need a minute?

Yeah. That would be...

No. I don't need a minute.

I didn't have anything to do with any mail theft.

These charges are ridiculous.

So, if you had $3,600 on you

we shouldn't think anything of it?

A friend repaid a loan.

This money clip, these cufflinks

they're from Bulgari.

How much do you make a year?

50, 60 grand?

Those are gifts.

From your many admirers?

That's a...

That's a Kiton jacket.

That's $5,000.

Was this a gift, or did it fall out of a suitcase

in the lost and found?

Mr. Ramsey, you shouldn't answer any of their questions.

Keith, I'm not sure

but I think I detected a tone of condescension in her voice.

Detective.

You know, Keith might just be

a supervisor of baggage handlers

but he's really a lot more sophisticated

than you give him credit for.

Let's stay on point.

All right, the point is

is that he is a high-flying airline executive

trapped in the life

of a nobody.

I mean, isn't that right, Keith?

You are reading way too much into this.

It was a hustle.

If you just wanted to get lucky

you should have hit on the waitresses at Ahmad's.

They think you're pretty cute.

He doesn't want waitresses, do ya?

You want thoroughbreds.

(chuckles)

Why not?

GOREN: That's why you stole the credit cards

to bankroll this man of the world you needed to be.

I had nothing to do with that.

Do you remember Lucia Hastings?

You mentioned her to Jenny.

Jenny wrote about everything.

He lifted her credit card number.

I did no such thing.

These are the calls to Eastern Europe

that were charged to her card.

The same phone numbers also appear

on the bills for credit cards

stolen from the mailbags at the airport.

I did not lift Lucia's credit card number.

I'm not some creep.

Before we arrested him...

we searched your apartment.

Not the one at the Dakota.

The other one.

GOREN: And we found these things

in a drawer in your bedroom.

It's a Chanel scarf.

A young woman left it behind.

GOREN: A silver...

business card holder...

with the business cards.

A gold Dunhill lighter.

I tried to return that.

(laughing)

Mr. Ramsey...

I really think we need to talk before this continues.

This must be really embarrassing for you.

For a...

classy woman to see you for what you are.

It's not what you think.

You know what I think?

I think that...

you really resent women who frustrate your plans.

Like Lucia, like Jenny...

I tried to help Jenny.

Isn't that what the notebook said?

That I helped her?

You wanted her out of the way.

It was those other guys.

I told her not to provoke them.

But she baked them cookies.

How was that provocative?

Where did you hear about that?

Did she write about it?

No, she didn't.

You told the guys that they were a peace offering.

Yeah, I told Jenny they wouldn't appreciate it.

You-you were worried there for a moment.

No. What do you mean?

That she'd written about the cookies.

She wrote about everything else.

Each instance of sexual harassment

but not one word about the cookies.

What is the big deal about a tin of cookies?

She didn't bake them for the guys.

She baked them for you.

No.

That's why she didn't write about it

'cause it was private and she had a thing for you.

I don't know anything about it.

Well, why not?

A man of the world-- how could you miss it?

No, no, you gave her a shoulder to cry on.

Right?

(whispering) And... and she looked up at you

with those big cow eyes.

That's insulting.

No, no, no.

You see, I get it now.

She liked you.

But the funny thing is

with all her memos and complaints

she was going to screw everything up for you.

No more Steffis.

Not true.

No more man of the world.

The only thing that would be left would be...

Jenny Sullivan.

The booby prize.

That would never happen.

Jenny thought it could.

How could she?

How could she think

that I would even be seen with somebody like her?

Well, why not?

Maybe she didn't look so hot in a cocktail dress

but unlike those uptown girls

she would have gladly

jumped into the sack with you with both feet.

Never in a million years

would I let something like that happen.

Mr. Ramsey...

Shut up.

So why were you so resistant?

Is it because

you thought she was crummy?

Like your job, like your office?

She just didn't belong.

Like you?

You were afraid that people would think

that girl was the best

a crummy little nobody like Keith could ever hope for.

No. I am better than that.

Well, Jenny presumed to think otherwise.

And so you taught her a lesson.

It was those other guys.

Keith...

she would have never gone in their car.

She didn't trust them.

She only trusted you.

And that's why we know you did it, Keith.

You looked at her

and you saw yourself--

your true crummy self--

and that made you

angry at her.

She got in your way, right?

And you got angry at her.

She loved you

and you were angry at her.

She trusted you-- angry.

So, you beat the life out of her...

No! No!

You punished her!

That dumpy bitch!

Why didn't she just quit?

Why didn't...

Don't look at me that way!

Don't look at me.

CARVER: That's the problem with most men.

They want what they can't get

and don't want what they have.

No. The problem with men is, they talk too much.