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The story you are about to see

was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed
to protect the innocent.

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It was Tuesday morning,
it was warm in Los Angeles.

My partner and I
were working the day shift

out of robbery-homicide.

The call came
in at 10:15.

Robbery.

A jewelry store in Westwood.

But not just robbery.

A customer down,
shot in the head.

The jewelry store was on
a block of high-end shops,

the kind of place
that once upon a time

was called carriage trade.

You had to be good
to pull this off.

This neighborhood, you
don't do a smash and grab

through the window.

On the other hand,
if you're really good,

you don't leave
a dead body behind.

My name's Friday,
I'm a cop.

They left a lot behind.

Well, they got something.

They didn't do this and take
nothing for their trouble.

The dead man was
named Arthur Canrinus.

He lived on the other side
of the city in Sherman Oaks.

A West L.A. detective
filled us in.

Canrinus was killed

while silently
sitting on the floor.

Point-blank to the head?

These weren't just robbers,

they were
cold-blooded machines.

They wore ski masks.

One of them put
a gun in my face

and pushed me in here.

He made me open the safe.

They knew what was in it.

The special pieces that had
just arrived for Oscar night.

Describe what
we're talking about.

Several necklaces, sets of
earrings, a diamond tiara.

Have you heard of
the Tear of Aragon?

It's a very famous diamond.

Total value?

All together, we're in
the neighborhood of 40, 45.

Million?

When Whoopi Goldberg
hosted in '99,

she wore 41 million dollars'
worth of Harry Winston.

All this, only
one guard out front?

A second guard
was due tomorrow.

That's when the jewels

were originally supposed
to come in from New York.

So they arrived
one day early.

We'll need a list of those
privy to that little fact.

Of course.

That would include
a number of actresses,

some of their people,
my employees.

There's one more thing.

That safe, the
one they ignored?

It's a dummy.

It holds replicas, fakes.

The Tear Diamond, only
this one does not cut glass.

It is glass.

And they knew it.

A well-planned job,
but someone got shot.

We thought the store guard

might be able
to tell us why.

What happened in there?

He shot and I grabbed him.

Reflex, I guess.

His partner hit
me with his gun.

Tried to stay on my
feet and back away,

but he hit me again
and I went down.

Victim tried to run for it?

Never moved.

They shot him for no reason.

Did he say something?

Nothing.

Guy looked at
him and shot him.

Cold.

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Robber number one takes
the manager into the back,

leaves number
two at the front.

Number three
stays with customers.

Something tells me
they've done this before.

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Now look at the guns.

All identical Sig Sauer .40s.

These guys came well equipped.

All totally worked
out until this.

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Number two walks over
to the guy on the floor,

takes off his glasses,

and bang, shoots
him for no reason.

Ouch.

The guard grabs number two,

and number one runs back in.

The guy who's
running the show.

He completely loses it,
hits him, hits him again,

scoops up the shell casings.

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Grace under pressure.

Well, the vic must
have said something.

Not according
to the witnesses.

Rewind that, please.

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I can have frames blown up
if you need a closer look.

Closer look at masks won't
help me, I'm seeing plenty.

Same shoes.

Same Sig Sauer
automatics, same clothes.

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Number one.

That's our guy.

He's vicious, control
freak, he's a planner.

Smart.

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It's a three-man takedown.

They go in, hit fast,

they're efficient--
getting what they want.

And then for some reason,

one of them takes the
glasses off of a customer

and puts a slug
between his eyes.

He must have provoked them.

Witnesses say he
didn't open his mouth.

Trigger-happy robber?

Doesn't go with efficient.

Why was this customer shot?

I don't know.

We're thinking they
weren't working alone.

The jewels came
in a day early

and they knew about it.

Inside job?

We're interviewing
possible insiders.

One of your possibles just
got upgraded to probable.

Clerk at the store,
Gary Cowgill.

Co-worker let slip Gary's
had some gambling problems.

Two bookies, 30 grand in debt.

I knew I'd end up here.

Why's that, Gary?

You think they
had inside help.

But why you?

I've had a gambling problem.

I'm sure you knew that.

These jewels came
in a day early.

Did you know about that?

Along with everyone else.

A guy could settle
a lot of debts

selling that type
of information.

I'm turning my life around,

the last thing I want
is this kind of grief

over a bunch
of stolen jewels.

And a murder.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Art seemed like
a real nice guy.

Art?

Arthur Canrinus,
the guy that got shot.

Yes, he'd been
in several times

over the past
couple of weeks

looking for an
anniversary gift.

I was trying
to interest him

in a pair of
emerald earrings.

Kept coming back.

Mm-hmm.

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Why had he
kept coming back?

Arthur Canrinus had been

to Laporie Jewelers
several times.

Why did he visit
the crime scene

over and over
before the crime?

He wanted an
anniversary present?

After all those visits,
why had he never bought it?

Uh, Mrs. Canrinus,

you have an anniversary
coming up, don't you?

Anniversary?

No, our anniversary
is seven months away.

Really?

The clerk must
have been mistaken.

How long were you married?

It would have
been our fourth.

This woman had no idea

why her husband was
shopping for jewelry.

Was he buying it
for someone else?

Or was Arthur Canrinus in
that store for another reason?

Something so stupid
just takes it all away.

Your husband was
quite a sports fan.

He made his hobby
into his work.

He opened a store
with collectibles

and signed memorabilia,
you know, that sort of thing.

Do you know any of
his friends, colleagues,

people he associated with?

Some.

Any of them maybe have
any trouble with the law?

What?

Our questions have to go

in a lot of
different directions.

But why?

I mean, you don't
think that Arthur

- was involved with it.
- No, no, Mrs. Canrinus.

We're just trying
to solve his murder.

Canrinus rears his head
on the federal search.

Our victim has a record?

A federal employment record.

Up until five years ago,

he worked for the
Treasury Department.

Secret Service.

Plenty of chances
for colorful contacts.

Or temptations.

You think he went
to the other side?

I don't know, who can say?

But it's odd.

He quit four years shy
of a federal pension.

We called the
Treasury Department.

Arthur Canrinus
had worked undercover

investigating
white collar crime.

His former boss
came in to see us.

He was a traditional guy.

Always wanted a family.

Tough proposition when
you're working undercover.

What kind of cases?

Credit cards, electronic
funds, counterfeit.

Treasury casts
a pretty wide net.

Was a kind of case made Art
realize he had to get out.

Why's that?

Undercover gets real dicey.

You get sniffed out,
they'll put bullets in you.

So he wanted a family,
but not with the job.

Seems like he never told
his wife about his past.

When he met her,
she was a librarian.

She had no understanding
of the world Art was from.

He didn't want
to scare her off.

Actually, the
last time I saw him

he said he was
going to tell her.

Enough time had passed
and he felt safe.

I guess he never
got the chance.

Maybe she'd like a call
from an old colleague, hmm?

Better she hear it from you

than read it in some
newspaper down the line.

Yeah.

Okay, thank you very much,
we'll get right on it.

Canrinus' sports
memorabilia business

cleared six figures
three years in a row.

Well, maybe he was
there buying jewelry.

So why'd they shoot him?

Let's look at the
one thing we do know.

Robber number two took
off Canrinus' glasses.

I get it, like
he recognized him.

You're thinking
the shooter knew him.

Maybe someone he put away

when he was
working undercover.

You know what
I think happened?

Arthur Canrinus was
an innocent bystander,

had nothing to do
with the robbery.

Wrong place
at the wrong time.

Guys, there's someone
out in the lobby

asking for leads on
the Laporie robbery.

Says she's the P.I.
for the insurance company.

Go, I'll work Canrinus.

I'm Detective Frank Smith.

Can I help you?

I'm hoping we can help
each other, actually.

I'm Katrina Fluery,

work in investigation and
recovery for Seams and Guest.

Seams and Guest?

The underwriters
for the Laporie jewels.

Really.

So the insurance
company's hired a P.I.?

Yes.

I'm really a specialist
in the recovery of

artworks, antiques, jewelry.

I would like it if we can
stay in close touch on this.

I'm staying at
The Peninsula.

My cell's on the back.

Right, sure.

The recovery of the gems

is naturally very
important to me.

Well it's too bad we can't
recover Arthur Canrinus.

I'm sorry?

There was a homicide.

Oh, of course,
I'm jet-lagged,

I must have
forgotten the names.

I just wanted us to meet
so that if I call you,

you have a face
to go with the voice.

Yeah.

Doesn't look like a P.I.

More like a Bond girl.

Arthur Canrinus put dozens
of people behind bars,

mostly white collar

except for a thief
named Thomas Rector.

Jewel thief?

Banks, bearer bonds, jewels.

Mr. Rector
didn't discriminate.

Guess where he's living?

L.A.

Credit card check--
paid for a hotel room

two days ago near Skid Row.

So wait, the guy just
pulls 40 million in jewels

and flops on Skid Row?

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Professional criminals
stay in places like this

when they're broke.

Thomas Rector
wouldn't be living here

if he had any money.

If this was what
I thought it was,

I figured Rector was
just biding his time,

waiting for his share
of the Laporie robbery.

Waiting for whoever planned
the job to sell the jewels.

When the payoff
came through,

Rector would be
out of here fast.

Vegas, Reno, chorus
girls and gambling--

blowing all the money
he had just earned.

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Call him.

Rector?

Call him.

Rector!

I told you, haven't seen him
in the past couple of days.

Gimme the keys.

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Sig Sauer .40.

Same gun used as the robbers.

Suicide, huh?

All very convenient.

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You didn't have to be
a genius to see this one.

A Sig Sauer .40
on the floor.

Thomas Rector had been one
of the three armed robbers

at the Laporie holdup.

Someone had worked hard to
make it look like suicide.

Sig .40, full clip.

Minus the one he ate.

Same as the gun used on
Canrinus, they all had them.

Fume it inside and out
in case somebody handled it.

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Talked to the neighbors,

60 units and no one
heard the shot.

Well, someone heard something.

Get back on 'em,
lean on 'em.

Ask about anyone
seen coming or going

over the last five days.

What?

Nothing to kill
yourself over.

Just a bunch of
unpaid parking tickets.

Any close to
the jewelry store?

Most are for the
same address downtown.

What's at
939 East Spring Street?

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A run-down old movie studio,

one of the few
left in downtown L.A.

What was Thomas Rector
doing here?

Was this connected
to the robbery

and the murder
of Arthur Canrinus?

Yeah, it's a
little run-down,

but on this
stage Roger Corman

shot The House of
Usher back in '61.

What about over the
last few weeks, been busy?

This stuff is from
a foreign company.

Shot some kind of a
motivational training film.

Does it have a name?

Invisible Enterprises.

Invisible, that's cute.

Let's take a
look from up there.

Sure, go ahead.

Didn't see much
of these people.

Worked nights, mostly.

They leave a deposit?

Yeah, cash in fact.

Has it been picked up?

Funny you should
ask, it hasn't

and the phone number
is some cell phone

that's been disconnected.

Why bother about a couple
of grand security deposit

when you scored
40 million in jewels?

What do you think
they did here?

They rehearsed.

If you put those boxes
where they should be--

over the left, the entry.

Over the right, the counters.

And the door at the
bottom leads to the safe.

You're in Laporie's Jewelers.

They had their
ducks all lined up.

Yeah.

You gotta hand it to 'em,
they did their homework.

And there's a bonus
for the hard work.

With Rector dead, the rest
of them share a bigger pot.

If and when they decide
to fence the goods.

You don't think
it's done yet?

40 million in jewels?

That's not an impulse
buy, that takes time.

The question is who's in
the market for this stuff?

I'll tell you who'll know,

the P.I. for the
insurance company.

Five-star hotels,
luxury for a price.

The insurance
company was paying,

they wouldn't mind the bill.

They had their eyes
on something bigger,

the return of
the Laporie jewels.

Katrina Fluery staying
here meant only one thing:

she was good.

She had done this before.

She could get the
stolen jewels back.

The underwriters generated
a list of known buyers

for gems of this caliber.

So you know who
the buyers are,

any idea who the
crew was on this?

I know this is not
their first robbery.

Well, we kinda figured that.

Oh, so you know about the
International Biennale in '99?

Same M.O.,
three-man takedown,

wheelman idling outside.

Well, that could
have been anybody.

I doubt just anybody
issues Sig Sauer .40s.

She was beautiful, charming,

my partner's eyes
were all over her.

It wasn't working on me.

She had her own agenda.

It had nothing
to do with ours,

and underneath that charm

was more than
a hint of contempt.

She was the
international P.I.,

and as far as
she was concerned,

we weren't in her league.

The Tear of Aragon.

You've heard of it?

Comes to jewelry,
Saul's the man.

After getting nothing
from Katrina Fluery,

I called an old friend
from the diamond district.

He knew jewels.

Ironic it was stolen,
it has a story.

Here we go.

It was first stolen
during the French Revolution

along with Asante.

It was only found
last year in Spain.

Laporie spent millions for
it, and now, stolen again.

So it's got a curse,
this doesn't really help us.

More history, more value.

This 15-karat round,

there's the equivalent
of 20 of those

in that Laporie tiara.

And at Oscar time too,
they picked the right place.

You're talking over
25 million here.

Eh, Laporie said 40.

Retail.

Actual price, sans
Laporie name, always less.

But still, big league stuff.

Who could handle
something like this?

Hard to say, I don't think
you'll ever find the buyers.

This is the slug from
the skull of Thomas Rector.

This is the slug
from Arthur Canrinus.

Same gun?

Six grooves, right twist,
one in sixteen--same gun.

Now let me get
this straight.

Your robber shoots a
customer at the holdup,

then goes back to his
hotel and shoots himself?

You'll pardon me if I say

that doesn't make
a lot of sense.

That's okay, we don't think
it makes any sense either.

Tox screen shows
substantial traces

of Phenobarbital and alcohol.

Enough to make him mellow?

Barbiturates and booze,
make you very mellow.

Well, the entry wound.

There's an absence
of powder residue,

there's a lack of tattooing.

See this abrasion ring?

Silencer?

A silencer would explain it.

It would also explain
why no one heard the shot.

Which also makes
this a homicide.

Homicide, are you sure?

Coroner said a
silencer was used.

And we don't
think that Rector

disposed of the silencer

after he blew the
back of his own head out.

So Canrinus
happens to be shopping,

Rector makes him as
the guy who put him away.

Sees an opportunity
and he takes revenge.

Guy running the
job didn't like it.

It's all about control.

Rector colored
outside the lines,

whoever brought
him in killed him.

Thomas Rector's cell phone,

day before the robbery
he got seven calls

from an Erik Harmson.

Harmson has a record.

Possession of a firearm
in '94, assault in '99.

Armed robbery also in '99,
bumped down to a B&E.

Currently employed
at a company

called Praetorian Guards.

They do private security
for celebrities, politicians.

If Erik Harmson is
robber number three,

I know who can tie him in.

We took Erik Harmson's
mug shot to the studio

where the robbers
had rehearsed.

We got the hit we expected.

Erik Harmson was
at the rehearsal.

He was robber number three.

We drove over to
Harmson's employer,

Praetorian Guards
Private Security.

They serviced movie stars,
protected their houses,

and on Oscar night,

they were in the crowd
protecting their clients.

An outfit this well
connected didn't make sense.

Why would they hire an
ex-con like Erik Harmson?

I'm Alex Van Loy,
I own Praetorian Guards.

Detective Friday and this
is my partner, Frank Smith.

Erik Harmson, is he around?

No, he's on vacation.

He's not in some
sort of trouble?

We're just
gathering information,

just want to talk to him.

Where's he vacationing?

I believe he said Morocco.

What can you
tell us about him?

Was he a good employee?

He's been here
about a year...

Who was this guy kidding?

He had to guess where an
employee went on vacation?

Not likely.

He was playing dumb.

He was anything but.

Well, he doesn't have a
background in law enforcement,

unlike most of our personnel.

so he does mainly
outside work.

So you took a chance
on someone who's perhaps

a little underqualified.

Taking chances, no.

Not in the security business.

Listen, if you suspect
that he's been involved

in something shady,

I certainly need
to know about it.

Well, when we know,
you'll know.

Thanks for all your help.

Pleasure.

Here's number one,
Alex Van Loy.

Army Ranger, weapons expert,

worked as a consultant
for auction houses

before opening
Praetorian Guards.

According to his press kit,

he's a world-renowned
threat assessment authority.

Is he as good as he says?

Well, here's the proof.

Look what he left us.

Thomas Rector dead,
Erik Harmson gone.

Got to hand it to him,

stealing the Oscar jewels
is a hell of a stunt.

More than a stunt, he's
in it for the thrill.

Joe, Erik Harmson
has a wife.

She lives in Van Nuys.

Mrs. Harmson, we're
looking for your husband.

Erik's not here.

We have a warrant to
search the premises.

This is your copy.

Guys?

Pardon me.

You can't just
come in like this.

I got a district court
judge who begs to differ.

Just please have
a seat, ma'am.

Is there anyone
else in the house?

No, no, not in there!

- Ma'am!
- Joe!

Stay away from him!

Let me go.

It's okay son,
it's all right.

Everything is all right,
just playing a game.

What's wrong with him?

He has cystic fibrosis.

He's sick and
you're scaring him.

Is this Erik's son?

Yes, now please
leave him alone.

You could have told us there
was a kid in there, ma'am.

You just came
barging in my house.

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Found this wadded up in a
trash can near his computer.

Thanks.

Joe, travel itinerary,
Mexicana Airlines,

looks like Erik
went to Oaxaca.

Is your husband in the habit

of taking vacations
and leaving you at home?

Oliver wasn't well
enough to travel.

Joe.

Seams and Guest,
Katrina Fluery.

Where'd you get this?

She came here
looking for Erik.

She said he
was owed money.

I'll finish the search,
you find Fluery.

All right.

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Ms. Fluery, I thought
we had a shared agenda.

I've been duly scolded
by your partner,

I've apologized
and given assurance

it won't happen again.

Fine, have a seat.

Can I interest you in
a doughnut or something?

No, I'm fine.

So, she spoke with
Corrine Harmson,

who said she has been
in contact with Erik.

Lied to us, gives
it up to a P.I.

Cut us in on your
technique, Ms. Fluery.

I simply empathize
with a lonely wife.

You catch more bees
with honey, Detective.

Well, we found
out Erik Harmson

has dual citizenship
with Mexico,

so even if the
Federales find him,

it's unlikely
they'll extradite.

So our killer runs free.

Man, the country's corrupt,
this guy's gonna escape.

All-American xenophobia.

What?

Fear and or suspicion
of foreigners.

I suppose the question is,
does it apply to me?

Now, is there anything
else for us, Ms. Fluery?

Harmson's itinerary?

It is.

The first four numbers here

are specific to
the AmEx black card.

You have to charge
$100,000 annually

to maintain membership.

Having seen Harmson's house,

I doubt he's charged
$100,000 in his lifetime.

Very good.

Who does the
card belong to?

That's for the
police to find out.

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My partner was checking
on the black AmEx card.

I had a fairly good idea
whose name was on it.

He was right in front
of me, on the screen.

Hey, Joe?

What?

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Our black card belongs
to one Alexander Van Loy.

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You can be the best
and still not be perfect.

Alex Van Loy had made
one crucial mistake.

He left a trail
tying himself

to the members
of his team.

They were tied
to the robbery.

All we had to do was
connect the last dot.

We had enough for a warrant
to tap Van Loy's phones.

We put surveillance
on him 'round the clock.

Within 24 hours, we thought
we'd caught a break.

We need to meet,
my place is no good.

Maybe we should put this off.

No, no, tonight,
the 6th Street Bridge.

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Was he selling
the Laporie jewels?

Maybe.

But why do this
in a dark tunnel?

He's theatrical,
he likes the game.

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But was there another reason?

Right on schedule.

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All units move in,
take him now.

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LAPD, put your hands up!

Right now!

Whoa, whoa.

Hands, keep 'em up, now!

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Be careful with those.

Up against the wall.

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Coins.

A nice choice, detective.

A Roman Claudius.

Minted somewhere
between 41 and 54 A.D.

Want to explain yourself?

Explain a fascination
with ancient Rome?

You know the original
Praetorian Guards

were protectors of
the Imperial Throne.

You usually trade coins
at night in a tunnel?

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I think this is
for our benefit.

I think you read
our surveillance.

And you decided
to stick it up.

You're smart.

Maybe you're a
little too concerned

with other
people finding out.

Are you suggesting
I act dumb?

Does that work for you?

Well, we won't
find that out

till the fat lady sings.

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It's a very elaborate plan
just to make us look bad.

Well, he's a
pretty elaborate guy.

I mean, look
at that rehearsal.

The homicide?

Well, that wasn't planned,
he didn't count on that.

That's why he killed
the guy who killed the guy.

Get us off his scent.

So he doesn't care
if he sells the jewels?

He wouldn't sell
them out of need.

But he might sell them
to get back in the game.

Game?

The game he's
playing with us.

The game he
needs to get off.

Any idea what
his next move is?

I'll just ask him.

I need the
northeast exit sealed

and two men up on top.

Well, tell the
fire marshal

who's really
in charge here.

Back at the day job.

Easy, my lawyer
might interpret

this visit
as harassment.

Oh, I'm just here for
advice, security concerns.

I was told you
were the best.

As you know, someone
took down a jewelry store,

shot someone in the process.

Peter Laporie.

Unfortunate that
a man was killed.

Clearly unintended.

We have a suspect.

How would he
unload the jewels?

How would I know?

Get recovery from
the underwriters.

You found the shooter,

and he killed himself
with the murder weapon.

What you just said
about the murder weapon

is sealed evidence.

Most of my staff are
ex-law enforcement.

I hear things.

Listen, you've got a dead
suspect, a ballistic match,

it's closure.

Enjoy it.

Closure, that's
an overused word.

Then I guess you've
hit a dead end.

Well, I don't think anybody,
even the man I'm after,

really wants that.

Are you suggesting
he's a fool?

No, no, he's hardly a fool.

No, he's well
worth the effort.

You may be out
of your league.

How about those
Angels, though?

You're not a sports fan.

That's too bad.

Arthur Canrinus was.

Sad when it's one
of your own, hmm?

I mean, this guy was a
federal agent of some sort,

was he not?

You're well informed
about a lot of things.

I have to be.

My outfit's just like yours,
we're very, very close.

That pin?

Yeah, I had it made for
all the senior personnel.

Caveat Pretorae.

Latin, it means
"Beware the Praetorians."

What's the word on
Erik Harmson coming back?

Ah, hard to say.

A man goes to
a warm climate,

he finds a new life.

He forgets his family ties.

Or he finds he
can't forget them.

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He flinched.

Now we had the squeeze.

We needed his number three
guy back in the country.

There was one person
who could help us.

I didn't lie,
we haven't talked.

We know you received
three calls from Oaxaca

in the last three days.

I'm not lying.

He didn't call
to talk to his son?

My son has nothing
to do with this.

Corrine, my brother
has a boy with leukemia.

I know the strain
of everyday life.

She was good.

She was very good.

She'd say anything,
a nephew with leukemia.

Harmson's wife, a lonely
woman with a sick child.

Fluery knew all her buttons.

...that his condition has
taken a turn for the worse.

But, his condition
hasn't changed.

Erik doesn't know that.

A boy needs his father.

Mexicana flight 131
from Mexico City,

arriving LAX
tomorrow at 3:14 p.m.

Good job, Ms. Fluery.

Yeah, we owe you one.

I'll take you up on that.

Who's paying Harmson's way?

Did you check the numbers
on that black card?

Go ahead, tell her.

A guy named Alex Van Loy.

And you're
checking into him?

Of course.

Look, um, sorry
about your nephew.

Leukemia and all
that sounds tough.

She doesn't have a nephew.

Do you?

Anything else you
want to tell me?

Nothing comes to mind.

Well, I have things to do.

Good night.

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You sure you want her
knowing about Van Loy?

She asked for the name
of our lead suspect,

you give it to her,
she's content.

Doesn't push for details.

What does that tell you?

She already knew.

She might know
a whole lot more.

I need times, dates,
transcripts, the works,

thank you.

Surveillance on
Van Loy's paid off.

Katrina Fluery
went to his office

twice in the
past 24 hours.

Trying to buy
back the jewels.

Last time I checked
the criminal code,

buying stolen
property was illegal.

Insurance companies don't
care, they want the jewels.

They'll offer 15, 20 million,
get the jewels back,

save 20 million by not
paying on the claim.

The units at LAX called,
Erik Harmson's plane came in.

He wasn't on it, was he?

No, and he's not
on the manifest

of any other
Mexicana flight today.

My guess, Fluery gives
Van Loy the heads up,

buys her credibility.

And Van Loy warns
his boy Harmson.

I want SIS on
Katrina Fluery 24/7.

Done.

She's been using us to
put the heat on Van Loy.

She thinks it will push
him to sell the jewels.

She played us.

Now it's our turn.

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"The definition of insanity

is doing the same
thing over and over

and expecting
different results."

Ben Franklin said that.

He'd have made a lousy cop.

Tell me again what
we're looking for?

Whatever we missed.

It's a two-minute tape, Joe,

we've watched
it 50 times.

I'll watch it 50 more.

SIS followed Katrina Fluery

to the Bank of
Zurich on Rodeo.

She withdrew
15 million dollars

from the insurance
company's account.

She made a deal
with Van Loy.

I'm having her picked up.

Don't pick her up yet.

I'm not in the habit
of letting insurance companies

buy back stolen merchandise.

I need Van Loy.

I need him arrestable.

Trust me, the
only way it works

is we let it play out.

*

SIS picked up
Katrina Fluery

headed west
toward the ocean.

She was ready
to make her deal.

We caught up with her
at the amusement park

on the Santa Monica Pier.

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There's our guy.

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Van Loy's at the
end of the pier,

let's take him.

What do you have?

You wanna see?

What the hell's this?

Where you going?

Oh, you missed
the best part.

Okay, she has four
checks in her purse,

she was trying to buy
the stolen Laporie gems.

Which of course,
you don't have.

Of course not.

You let him con you?

I didn't con her,
she tried to engage me

in a criminal activity.

You son of a bitch.

I recorded
everything you said.

He offered the jewels.

And I've got it on
my tape right here,

it was all a ploy so
she'd come forward.

I bet you'd even
testify to that.

Absolutely.

Would you object
to a body search?

Of course not.

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Sig Sauer .40.

Choice of weapon
for the Laporie crew.

A common sidearm, oh and
I have a carry permit.

You have it with you?

Come on.

Well, I guess we
bring you in for a CCW.

Come on, detective.

Hands behind your back.

You don't have a scintilla
of physical evidence

connecting me with those
gems and it pisses you off.

You're right about that.

We'll be bringing
Mr. Van Loy in

on the charge of
negotiating the sale

of stolen jewels.

What, on her testimony?

For now.

I'll discredit her
in five minutes.

Get out of here.

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You know he's right, Joe.

I don't care.

I wanted this.

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Van Loy's?

It's clean,
probably never fired.

Do the ultraviolet?

This is it.

All right, I want
a macro/micro,

type and cross match.

I'll have it in an hour.

I was just trying to
deliver him to you, Frank.

Think about it.

Didn't you hear the tape?

Did you listen?

We talked about the jewels.

And you talked
more than he did.

You led him.

My job is to save
my company money.

After the deal was done,

I was going to share all
my information with you.

Don't embarrass yourself.

You played us and
you were playing him.

You're sharp,
I'll give you that.

You know, I made a
little phone call myself.

To Mr. Cliborne, he's
your boss in New York.

Played him that tape of yours.

He was amazed when you
offered Van Loy 12 million,

since he transferred 15.

So you tried
to screw them

and they hung
you out to dry.

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He also mentioned...

*

...he's going
to press charges.

*

He'll never prove I
wasn't just negotiating.

*

Anything else
you want to trade?

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Whatever I've got, I'll
save it for Mr. Cliborne.

*

I assume I'm free to go.

Yeah.

They'll come find you.

You up for a chat?

Ah, yes there's
a little time

before my
attorneys arrive.

I would remind you

you're under no
obligation to speak

without presence of counsel.

Somehow I'm just
not concerned.

Regarding the fact
that you didn't bring

the jewels to the
meeting, I can only assume

that you were going
to take the money

and stiff her on
the merchandise.

Assuming I ever
had any merchandise.

My guess is that you
probably laid the jewels off

right after the robbery.

This underwriters thing,
just icing on the cake.

You give me an enormous
amount of credit, detective,

it's really, it's
flattering stuff.

I think that's
everything there.

Thanks, Frank, we're gonna
share this with Mr. Van Loy.

Now I know you'll
probably allege

that you don't
know this man.

Who is it?

His name is Elias Watson,
he's a security guard

at the Peter Laporie
jewelry store.

I guarantee I
don't know this man.

Now, this is your gun.

Now, I know you wiped
it down after the robbery,

but a small amount of
dried human blood was found

here in this groove between
the frame rails and the slide.

It matches the blood
type of Elias Watson.

And I'm sure that DNA
is going to confirm that.

*

Physical evidence
puts you at the robbery,

we get to charge you
with a felony murder.

*

I'll wait for my attorney

before any
further conversation.

Enjoy the wait.

One more thing,
and this is in no way

is related to
the investigation.

*

That lapel pin.

What?

Well it says Caveat Pretorae,
should be Cave Pretorum.

See, the case is
imperative, not nominative.

And Pretorae is
accusative, not ablative.

*

Those nuns in
parochial school.

You learn Latin or
your knuckles bleed.

*

What do you say, Frank,
enjoy some free time?

Yes.

*

It's not over.

You got some plan
to beat the system,

you save it
for your attorney.

For me...

this is closure.

*

Go on in, Van Loy's gonna
run something by you.

The prospect of spending
one's life in an 8x10 cell

does funny things to a man.

Van Loy quickly offered up
Erik Harmson and his wheelman.

Giving up the jewels

could have cut his
sentence even more,

but a guy like this
needs a final move.

The jewels were his.

*

Katrina Fluery pled down

to a felony
obstruction charge.

She was deported
back to England

where her employment

with Seams and Guest
was terminated.

Alex Van Loy was
convicted of armed robbery

and the felony murder
of Arthur Canrinus.

He was sentenced to 20 years
to be served at Pelican Bay.

Erik Harmson
remains at large.

He is being sought
for armed robbery

and a felony murder role.

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