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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.

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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...

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...he's going to press charges.

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

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Anything else you want to trade?

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

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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.

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Physical evidence puts you at the robbery,

we get to charge you with a felony murder.

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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.

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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.

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Those nuns in parochial school.

You learn Latin or your knuckles bleed.

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

Yes.

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It's not over.

You got some plan to beat the system,

you save it for your attorney.

For me...

this is closure.

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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.

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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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