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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.

( phone rings )

Yes?

Tonight?

Call me when it's done.

Thanks.

So, what's going on with this reporter?

You hear anything?

He prints that garbage, you know we're screwed.

Screw him, six ways to Sunday.

He isn't printing anything.

Check this.

Listen, you self-satisfied jerk wad.

Jerk wad? - Shh.

You're a damn liar, and your paper's a lying piece of crap.

And you think you can get away destroying people's lives?

You're wrong.

You hurt us, we'll hurt you back.

Goes to all the trouble of calling, you'd think

he'd do better than, "We'll hurt you back."

How you coming along?

He got a threat.

A threat?

There something you're not telling me?

Might be.

I'd take the weekend,

but I expect the Pulitzer.

I don't know if I can.

Okay, okay, I'll be there.

Well, where am I taking this guy, anyway?

No, it's cool.

I was just asking. I was...

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, Phil, you coming to Reuben's to watch the game?

Uh, no.

I got something else I got to do.

Looking for a rider?

Yeah. I got a call.

Uh, I mean, they didn't give me a name or nothing, but...

You going to want to keep your eyes on the road, guy.

( laughing )

Oh, come on.

It's a couple of days...

and then we could sneak off to Hilton Head...

Oh, come on.

My mom and dad both like you a lot.

The only people in America still impressed by reporters.

No. They like you in spite of the fact you're a reporter.

Thank you.

PHIL: Are we picking somebody up?

Uh, making a delivery or something?

Yeah, something like that. Yeah.

You just keep the motor running.

Mom's always saying, it ain't never gonna...

( screaming )

Come on!

Get out of the way!

( screaming )

( tires squealing )

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

¶

I mean, I just come out for a smoke, you know.

I wasn't really paying 100% attention.

And then the next thing I know, some black guy is shooting.

Did you get a look at him?

Mostly I was looking at that gun.

I mean, as soon as he's done shooting them

he started waving it around.

I mean, I thought...

I've never been so scared in my life.

Did you see him take off?

Uh, yeah.

There was a car, over there, across the street.

He ran for it, and then they just gunned out of here.

Gunned-- it had a lot of power?

Yeah. Big, red car... and kind of vintage.

Like?

A Starsky and Hutch car?

Yeah, like that.

Detective?

Okay.

We've got your number.

Bring you in tomorrow to look at some pictures.

Yeah. - Thanks.

Talk about bad habits.

Freed and his fiancée ate here every Thursday.

He even proposed to her here.

You check how they fell?

He shoved her behind him to protect her,

only the shooter used a cannon at two feet.

Right through him.

GOREN: Twice. Shooter liked a lot of fire power.

Probably pissed his letter to the editor

didn't get published.

This guy's a reporter?

Derek Freed. The Ledger.

He did that big exposé last year

on corruption in the One-Five.

Where those nine cops

lost their badges, right?

Geez, too bad she had to get shot, too.

Voice mail's been erased.

But it was definitely a threat?

"The Ledger's a lying piece of crap"

and "we're going to hurt you."

That's what I heard.

Did the caller say what he was mad about?

Not specific, no.

Thank you, Bill.

I'll take it from here.

I'm Jason Richards, editor of the Metro Desk.

Till we get the ground rules straight

with One P.P., Mr. Freed's files are off-limits.

Could you step in here for a moment?

Of course, the Major Case Squad's extremely capable.

Nobody's trying to stop them from doing their job.

DEAKINS: With due respect, if you're barring my people

from investigating this guy's records

it amounts to the same thing.

The Ledger has a right to exercise caution

especially in light of this particular

reporter's history with the NYPD.

If that's your concern,

that material can be excluded from the investigation.

Your presumption being a cop had nothing to do with this.

My presumption being

you're acting out of a genuine concern

for the First Amendment

not grandstanding

to boost your circulation.

GOREN: How about the Impala?

The lines were different-- rounder.

How about this one?

The body's right.

The paint job was new-- same with the tires--

but the grill here

and the back bumper were missing.

Great. Thanks.

Yeah.

Eames, I got to see a buddy

about a '71 Malibu.

You want to come?

Sure. I love meeting your buddies.

MAN: That wrench has got to be here.

I know I had it when I dropped the tranny

on that Mustang Coupe.

I still can't get used to seeing you in a suit.

It's a '71 Malibu, Lewis.

A getaway car in a shooting.

The owner's restoring it.

The owner of the Malibu

still hasn't nailed down

the grill or the rear bumper.

Bring back any memories, Bobby?

( chuckles )

Hey, about that Malibu--

I got a call from Reggie in Yonkers.

He's got a friend

who was looking to score a grill from that year.

If you want, I can get the guy's name.

That would be great.

351, four-barrel.

Who you trying to outrun?

Whoa.

I think I'm in love.

( siren wailing )

( yells )

Give it up, garbage boy!

What'd I do?!

You got yourself arrested, Phil.

I got it.

Full count.

Five grand.

Hey, is that Davey?

Tell him I've got something for him.

Yeah.

A puzzle.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay, next stop, Crown Heights.

Right.

I am completely innocent in this thing.

We've got your car as the getaway in a double homicide.

That's a long way from innocence, Phil.

I admit to nothing.

I'm really impressed with that car, Phil.

It's a work of art.

It's not finished.

Oh, it's getting there.

411 SS, turbo-jet V-eight.

I've seen some of them go for close to 30 grand.

I have to ask myself: Why would Phil

put a sweet vehicle like that

anyplace near where shots are going to be thrown?

I... I wouldn't.

Right.

The answer has to be that you didn't know.

Had you known a hit like that was going down

you would have used a different car.

Right... right, I didn't know.

How'd you put yourself in a position

like that, driving someone

to do a hit you didn't even know about?

Was it this gambling thing we heard about?

You got yourself all jammed up?

I don't have any choice in it.

I mean, they ask me to do these things.

EAMES: Who asks you? Your bookie?

No. He's gone-- long gone.

He sold the debt, so now they just call me.

Who?

I don't know who! And I can't say no.

You can't say no to these people.

Oh, God, I'm going to go to jail

for a real long time now, aren't I?

( sobbing )

GOREN: You can help yourself by helping us.

The guy you drove, the shooter--

could you pick him out of a mug book?

Get the goldfish.

Good.

WOMAN: It's about time, baby.

I never thought a bed was going to open up for you.

Wait. Shh!

( dog barking )

Police! Don't move!

Get down, ma'am! Get down!

Get down! Get down!

I got her!

Come on!

(gun clicks)

Put it down, Greg.

It's all right, kid.

Your dad's going to be fine.

Isn't that right, Greg?

It's going to be all right, son.

Daddy's okay.

Keep that positive attitude, Greg.

You're going to need it where you're going.

I'm okay, son.

EAMES: That cannon of yours matches the slugs

they dug out of the reporter and his fiancé.

Long and short of it, Gregory-- you're dead meat.

I don't want my son going to social services.

You call my mother, she'll come pick him up.

Her name's Sandra Generae.

She works in a Twelfth Assembly District's office

down by the Fulton Mall.

You're not listening, Greg.

No, you're not listening.

I don't want my son in a foster home

because I know what goes on down there.

Now go call my mother.

Sandra, right?

You don't want your boy going down the same road you're on.

I understand that.

This is you, four years ago.

You were a transit cop.

What happened to this guy?

The crack pipe we found in your crib,

is that what happened?

You know that driver?

He's all jammed up on a gambling thing,

that's how they got to him.

How did these people get to you?

Your drugs?

Your kid?

Should have shot you when I had the chance.

I've heard that.

Have you heard this one?

That a man's family serves his time with him?

It's up to you what kind of life

you want for your boy.

Well, right now, what I want is a lawyer.

Well?

I can't get a hold of my guy.

What do you mean?

I think he's been pinched.

How much does he know?

He only knows me.

I told him he'd be taken care of, anything went wrong.

I hope you can still back that up.

This is a damn disaster.

This can't work it's way up the ladder,

you understand that, don't you?

It won't, Larry.

As long as people

get taken care of.

Damn it!

He's running on the assumption the boy's safer

if he keeps his mouth shut.

Good assumption.

What about the girlfriend?

She'd be a great witness if she knew anything.

We checked his work record.

Strictly transit, no connection to the One-Five past or present.

The Ledger sent over drafts of articles Freed was working on.

Road rage.

High school gambling.

My pick of the week--

shakedowns in the garbage industry.

Phil the driver, he hauls garbage for a living.

Freed's article mentions one company.

The mob's been out of the garbage business five years.

Everybody wants to believe we're still crooks.

And the allegations in Mr. Freed's article?

A bunch of lying crap.

"Lying crap."

That's exactly what the guy said on Freed's voice mail.

It must be garbage industry jargon.

I never threatened anybody.

Here's some police jargon for you, Mr. Salazzo--

voice print.

We can match that threatening message

to your voice just like a fingerprint.

Okay, look, if I said something like that to Freed,

it wasn't a real sort of thing.

What sort of thing was it?

It was for show.

Freed was asking around about the shakedowns.

People were upset.

I had to let them know I was upset, too.

You were his source?

It was going to come out anyway.

This way, maybe I buy myself some goodwill

when he finally prints something.

Who put out the hit?

I don't know.

That's the God's truth.

The four of us have been getting together to work out how these

shakedowns were going to happen.

I gave Freed their names.

I don't work for the Garbage Haulers' Union.

I consult.

What does that mean, "consult?"

I advise them on a lot of different situations.

You know what consult means.

EAMES: Do you have any idea why your name came up

in connection with an article about the situation

with the garbage company?

Situation? I'm not sure what you mean by that.

You don't know what "situation" means?

The shakedown, Mr. Nawrocki.

On the level?

I felt it was something that the union should not participate in

but also, not interfere with.

That's the advice I gave them.

And that's why this exposé by Mr. Freed did not concern me.

Now, I've got to get to a meeting.

That's a nice tie pin.

What is that?

Emblem for the Fulton Mall?

Yeah.

Twelve.

What is that? Lucky number, or...

Right.

A lucky number.

Nice talking to you.

Twelfth Assembly District Office.

The one Greg's mom works in.

WOMAN: I know my son

has caused a lot of pain to people.

We're not here because of Greg.

Grandma's got oranges for you.

Here.

We're here because of a man named Joe Nawrocki.

Do you know him?

Mr. Nawrocki was doing fund-raising

for district elections

when I started working here 20 years ago.

When Greg was a teenager.

We pulled Greg's application for the police department.

Mr. Nawrocki was listed

as a reference.

Mr. Nawrocki helps a lot of people.

Especially your son.

Davey, look.

Daddy when he was in uniform at the police academy.

Now who's he with here?

It's Mr. Nawrocki, and shaking hands with the governor.

What's that, about 1994?

Governor came through

on a campaign swing?

They took the rookies right out of the academy

to do security detail.

No.

They didn't send just any rookie.

Those security details were handpicked

by local party bosses.

Very big deal for a young officer.

Mr. Nawrocki was a very close friend of yours, wasn't he?

Yes, at one time, yes.

When's the last time he called?

Couple of weeks ago.

He wanted to know how Gregory was doing.

If he was still on drugs.

And you thought he wanted to help him?

Like before.

Didn't you?

I told him where he was.

Oh, God...

What has he talked my boy into?

My client has nothing to say.

Who's paying the bills for this bozo, Greg?

Joe Nawrocki?

He's my lawyer, that's all you need to know.

If he's telling you not to make a statement,

he's Nawrocki's lawyer.

Unless you've got a death wish, Mr. Generae

a statement is your only way to go.

All right, we're done here.

GOREN: We talked to your mother.

She lent us the photo.

She keeps it on her desk.

The proud moment in her son's life.

Yeah?

Well the moment's gone.

EAMES: Your mother still has faith in you.

That's why she gave Nawrocki

your phone number when he called her.

GOREN: She thought that he was trying to help you.

Instead, he got you into this mess.

And now, you're trying to keep it from

swallowing up your family.

Talk, don't talk. It doesn't matter.

These people, whoever they are,

will eventually get around to you, your mother

or anyone else who can tie them

to these murders.

( buzzing )

My mom and my son, what are you offering them?

State Witness Protection Program?

You might as well buy them a plot at Woodlawn.

Yeah, you got that right.

But I know people,

people in the Fed.

People that owe me favors.

I can get someone in so deep, even I couldn't find them.

Someplace good.

They need a life, and they need to be safe. Both.

Wait a minute.

You're not buying this? - I can do that.

You give me your word?

My word. - You should be getting immunity.

Not for two murders.

They're giving you nothing. - Man, just...

Nawrocki promised me ten grand and a bed in rehab.

He made the last of the payment

the day before I got arrested.

Did he say why he wanted the reporter dead?

No, he just said I'd be doing a public service.

A public service for who?

(sighs)

The governor.

Public service?

This crackhead's got a hell of an imagination.

He didn't imagine the calls

he and his mother got from your client.

We have the phone records right here.

See?

Mr. Nawrocki has a soft spot for the family.

He doesn't deny it.

So, the ten grand,

the rehab bed, that was just his big heart

reaching out to a fallen local hero?

He doesn't know anything about any money.

It came in the same package as this kid's puzzle.

You see these smudges here?

That's where they found your fingerprints.

It was real thoughtful of you

giving the kid a gift to keep his mind off his dad

sitting on death row because of you.

It had nothing to do with garbage, did it, Mr. Nawrocki?

It's bigger, and Derek Freed got too close.

He didn't even know what he had.

But I guess, with his record

for sniffing out corruption,

you, and whoever pulls your strings

didn't want to take any chances

that it'd come back and bite this big boy on the ass!

LAWYER: You can tell the wizards behind the glass

this will never survive

a motion to dismiss.

Boo!

Made you look.

This is big. Very big.

According to a drug addict.

You don't think he was involved?

I do; I just don't think it goes beyond him.

What, did you vote for the governor?

I take it you didn't, but then again,

that wouldn't influence your judgment, would it?

I didn't vote for the guy, either.

But I like my job and I'm not ready

to start lobbing charges toward Albany.

I like my job, too, Captain

but this is going to go where it's going to go.

It's not going anywhere

unless we have corroborating evidence against Mr. Nawrocki.

Until then, I'm not going near a grand jury.

EAMES: He's got a dozen accounts in here with banks

all over the city.

Mr. Nawrocki takes a car service

everywhere he goes?

Yes.

Do you have invoices?

We're interested in his rides

on Thursday, the 24th.

This is for last month.

Here, let me highlight it for you.

It's okay.

The search warrant doesn't actually stipulate highlighting.

Okay, I've got a car trip to Crown Heights.

Our old friend Gregory.

There's a stop along the way at 402 West 57th.

A bank?

Not a bank listed in here.

Do you know this address?

West 57th, that's Mr. Wiegert.

Wiegert, Wiegert.

You're thinking of Louise Wiegert.

Who's Louise Wiegert?

The maiden name of the governor's wife.

Larry Wiegert's the governor's brother in-law.

Larry, I hope there's no problem.

Honey, after everything we've accomplished

it would be a shame to rush things at the end.

I've been waiting four years.

This is hardly a rush.

Pick up the phone, Larry.

Yeah?

Tell me this isn't about that reporter.

It is and it isn't.

I mean, I can assure you

that they have absolutely nothing

that's going to... connect us to anything, but...

Larry, you know the regard

I have for you

and God knows I'm fortunate that you took this situation on

because the work you've done with the governor

has been stunning, but you have to know

that this is getting frustrating.

And I don't like being frustrated.

It's a precaution.

I mean, I wouldn't even be bringing it up otherwise.

I know you'll come through, Larry.

Put Stephanie on, please.

He wants to talk to you.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, baby. I can't wait to see you.

I can't either.

But it would make me crazy if you came back now

and something went wrong.

It'll work out. How are the boys?

They're fine. They miss you.

Tommy, especially.

He says your name every day. He cries...

I don't know what to tell him anymore.

I've got to go now, Stephanie.

Tell them I love them.

I will.

Bye.

I just got off the phone with my friend

from the phone company.

He tells me you pulled the phone records

for the governor's brother-in-law.

Yeah. He and Nawrocki have been trading phone calls.

That's great.

But something like this, you clear with me first.

Wiegert and Nawrocki had a bunch of calls

last November and December, a couple calls in January

and then nothing until four weeks ago.

That would be just around the same time

Freed started nosing around the garbage shakedowns.

What do you make of this?

Last December, Wiegert and Nawrocki both made calls

to the Development Office of Pelham University.

"Development"?

Isn't that the Ivy League word for hitting people up for money?

Mr. Wiegert and Mr. Nawrocki coordinated a contribution

from a major donor last December.

I hope there isn't a problem.

Shouldn't be.

What was the contribution for?

A school of government--

a new building, three chairs, a library--

it's a huge project.

Who's the lucky person that gets their name above the door?

The governor, actually.

Oh, there is something wrong, isn't there?

How much was the donation?

$750,000 dollars.

And who was the donor?

It's anonymous.

Mr. Nawrocki brought me

a cashier's check

which I deposited with the understanding

I was not to record where it came from.

The donor doesn't want to end up

on every charity hit list.

That's usually the reason.

But three-quarters of a million dollars, it's...

Isn't that someone you'd want to say hello to

every now and then?

I try to honor requests for privacy.

You don't keep a little list of anonymous donors?

You know, the ones with the deep pockets just for a... rainy day?

When I give money,

I don't like to call attention to it.

Then everybody comes to you with their hands out.

How did you hear about

the School of Government, Ms. Thomas?

Mr. Wiegert is a family friend

and he told me about it.

I've always been a fan of the governor's,

so it was something I wanted to do.

And how do you know Mr. Nawrocki?

Nawrocki?

I don't know anyone by that name.

Look, is there a problem with the contribution?

Not as long as you filled out the relevant tax forms.

You have kids?

Three boys; they're a handful.

"Tommy U."

What's the "U" stand for?

Oh, that's my husband's name; I'm separated.

Uffland.

You use your maiden name.

Where's your husband now?

Traveling. I really don't keep track.

This one's by Ricky Jr.

Uh, ah, it's a... cute name.

Thank you for your help, Ms. Thomas.

If we think of anything else, we'll give you a call.

We can find our way out.

EAMES: Uffland, Richard.

Financier, tax consultant.

Great, another consultant.

Read, read.

"1996, indicted for money laundering."

He was cleaning money for a couple of drug gangs

in Spanish Harlem. Go on.

"Pleaded not guilty at arraignment.

"Bail of $2 million. Failure to appear.

Declared a fugitive in 1997."

I guess that qualifies as traveling.

Scroll down.

Pardoned... by the governor.

Pardoned.

When?

January of this year.

He was pardoned nearly six months ago.

Was everybody asleep?

How come it never made the papers?

Under state law

the governor's under no obligation to announce it

until the very last day of the year.

When everyone's too busy

partying with Dick Clark to pay attention.

And by then, this three-quarter-of- a-million-dollar bribe

is ancient history.

Let me just play devil's advocate

for a fraction of a second.

Is it possible the governor didn't know?

Richard Uffland was a money manager

for two drug gangs responsible for 37 deaths.

We have financial documents and sworn affidavits

detailing the depth and breadth of Uffland's criminality.

If you're suggesting he was pardoned on the merits,

the answer is no.

If you had such strong evidence,

why couldn't you get him extradited?

Certain country's don't think

money laundering is a crime worth prosecuting.

Did Uffland's wife know what he was doing?

As far as we could tell, she didn't

and we looked very closely.

The question is, what does she know now?

If she's ready to talk, tell her

that I have no interest in putting her in jail.

THOMAS: I don't care how it looks.

That contribution had nothing to do with my husband.

Where did the money come from?

From me.

I think she's answered enough questions.

Wouldn't that money be better spent on your kids?

We set up a trust fund

for them a long time ago; they're fine.

That's good.

'Cause I assume his accounts were frozen

once he was arrested.

Yes.

After he fled the country,

how did you manage?

You had a co-op on Fifth Avenue?

I sold it.

I couldn't afford the maintenance.

Even so, it must have been tough on your kids--

losing their home, deserted by their father.

Richard has not deserted...

Wherever he is

he's not living in a two-bedroom walk-up.

He is a good father.

I know people despise him, but I can't help that.

I'm doing what I have to do to keep my family together.

I respect that.

I'm just telling you plain as I know how

this investigation's going to take its course.

You're the only one caring for those kids.

If you go to jail,

what happens to them?

Wait. I...

I can't go to jail!

Okay, um...

What kind of consideration are we talking about here?

The DA said they're not eager to send her to jail.

So, immunity?

Probation?

Something like that.

If they like what they hear.

( sighs )

Larry Wiegert came up to me at a party.

He said he knew about my situation

and maybe could help.

A few weeks later he called me and said

that he'd spoken to the governor's chief of staff.

Roy Fitzgerald?

The story was, if I gave a contribution to this school

for the governor,

that would just be a good thing to do.

Larry said that he needed two checks: one for $750,000

and the other for $250,000 for his commission.

I had no choice.

Did your money come from your husband?

No.

We never told Richard until the pardon came through.

And then, he was supposed to fly back this month,

but something went wrong.

Larry and Richard have been on the phone talking about it.

I don't know what it is, but it sounds bad.

A reporter started investigating

Mr. Wiegert's bagman, Joe Nawrocki.

That reporter and his fiancée were gunned down two weeks ago.

You don't think...

Oh, God.

This is the last time

I'm going to be able to talk to you, Larry.

I can't take your calls anymore.

What, oh, I did this

all by myself, is that the position?

The governor's office

had no knowledge of illegal activity.

Look, Roy, I need to talk to my sister.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

I need to talk to her

and I need to talk to the governor.

They are not available to you.

Not available, that's perfect.

I'll be making a statement to the district attorney.

I'll bet you will.

About how I was acting on my own

and this pardon just happened on its own as well, right?

I advised the governor the petition had merit.

He was acting solely on my advice.

That's what happened.

Good-bye, Larry.

What about me?

What do I do?

What am I supposed to do now?

Mr. Wiegert called from his car 15 minutes ago.

He said he was on his way back.

Wiegert golfing with the governor.

Where'd they get those pants?

Is this picture old?

About seven years.

They still golf together?

No, they don't.

The governor's too busy?

They didn't even bother to show up

for Mr. Wiegert's wedding three years ago.

There's busy, and there's busy.

Mr. Wiegert, these detectives

are here to see you.

Of course they are.

You're under arrest, Mr. Wiegert.

Cynthia, could you call Jacqueline Roscoe

and tell her to meet us at...

Major Case Squad, One Police Plaza, 11th floor.

Let's put it over there.

GOREN: Sorry to keep you waiting.

We were watching the news.

Your little sister had to make a statement to the press.

Let's get down to business.

My client declines to make a statement.

He's not counting on his sister or her husband

calling the attorney general on his behalf, is he?

This is your sister's

press conference this afternoon.

The governor and I had no knowledge of his activities.

I love my brother,

and I hope these allegations aren't true.

But right now, I'm very disappointed in Larry.

You broker a payoff to this School of Government--

this monument to her husband's legacy--

and she's disappointed.

I repeat, he's not making a statement here.

Tomorrow, they'll still be living

in the governor's mansion...

maybe planning a run for something bigger.

Richard Uffland's pardon's irrevocable.

But you-- you, Larry, you're the punch line.

Just like Billy Carter,

Donald Nixon, Roger Clinton.

You're an embarrassment.

Right now, I'm very disappointed in Larry.

Look at her.

She has no shame at all.

Your little sister...

who couldn't even be bothered to show up at your wedding...

They were busy. - Doing what?

Dedicating an overpass on the Taconic?

Why do you make excuses for them?

Right now, I'm very disappointed in Larry.

Stop it. So you're good enough to hustle

bribes for them, but you're not good enough

to shoot 18 holes with the big guy.

That wasn't her, that was him.

He decided.

What he decided, I don't know,

but suddenly I was off the list.

She could have stood up to him.

Louise has to go along.

Right now, I'm very disappointed in Larry.

All right.

That's not going along, Larry.

That's sticking it to you!

I bet they weren't disappointed

when you brought them

Stephanie Uffland's check.

No.

No, no, no, no, they weren't.

Larry...

No, why should I protect them?

Have they given me any reason? Why?!

All right.

Yeah, I went to the big guy

and told him what Stephanie wanted,

and he sent me to his chief of staff

to, uh, Roy Fitzgerald.

The governor understood there was a quid pro quo?

The money in return for the pardon?

It wouldn't have happened otherwise.

And Mr. Freed's murder?

No. That they did not know, not at all.

That was Uffland.

I told Uffland that Freed

was investigating Nawrocki,

and Uffland wasn't one

to be pardoned for laundering money

only to be arrested for bribery, so...

He told me that I had to take care of the reporter.

Uffland was thousands of miles away.

Why didn't you say no?

There's a lot of friends in the drug gangs.

A lot of friends.

He said if I refused, one of them would do it anyway

and then he would come after me, too.

No one in the governor's office

was aware of Mr. Wiegert's activities soliciting money.

The pardon was my call.

I felt Mrs. Uffland's petition

had merit on humanitarian grounds

and recommended it to the governor.

There was no quid pro quo.

Uffland was our case.

If you had nothing to hide, why weren't we consulted?

The governor's power to grant pardons is absolute.

There's no statutory obligation

for him to consult anyone.

But he felt obligated to consult his brother-in-law.

Larry Wiegert is a con man.

He conned Stephanie Uffland

into believing he could arrange a pardon in order to extort

a-quarter-of-a-million-dollar commission from her.

The governor knew nothing about it.

He has no access to the governor.

He has access to you, Mr. Fitzgerald

and we have the phone records to prove it.

Out of respect for the governor's wife

I treat him with civility, which is more than he deserves.

The buck stops with Larry Wiegert.

Period.

Mr. Carver, Detectives.

There it is in a nutshell.

Larry Wiegert's word against the governor, his wife,

the chief of staff,

the whole damn political machine.

There they go, down the rabbit hole.

We can still get Richard Uffland for murder.

If we can find him.

His wife can point us in the right direction.

Now, why would she do that?

Because you're going to arrest her,

and if she doesn't cooperate, she doesn't get out of jail.

No, that's not the deal that we made with her.

I didn't authorize you to make any deal.

You damn well did.

We told her what you told us.

That you had no interest in sending her to jail.

I didn't.

But if I have to, I will, and now I have to.

I'm not arresting her.

Count me out, too.

Detectives...

We are supposed to be better

than the people that we're prosecuting.

The governor might have taken a bribe

but at least he kept up his end of the bargain.

If you don't arrest her...

...I will find somebody who will.

Well, then, let us talk to her.

Oh.

We'll-we'll talk to her.

I told you everything I know!

You promised me this wouldn't happen!

We know what we promised

and we're doing what we can to keep that promise.

But right now, outside this room

there's a fax machine

spitting out a warrant for your arrest.

We can't stop the DA from putting you in jail.

This is the most outrageous thing I have ever heard.

She made your case for you.

She had a deal.

She'll have a deal.

When we have your husband.

I am not going to help you

put the father of my children in jail.

May I remind you that

there are two people dead because of that man!

I can't care about that!

Well, you need to care!

'Cause you're not just protecting a husband anymore.

You're protecting a double murderer!

And if you're going to do that, you belong in jail.

This isn't fair.

You need to decide, Mrs. Uffland,

what kind of person you are.

What you're teaching your kids

by letting this husband of yours go free.

( sighs )

He's going to be in Mexico City

the day after tomorrow.

I arranged for my parents

to bring my eldest son to meet him there.

Bastards.

You're all bastards.

Welcome home, Mr. Uffland.

They should teach this case

at the governor's school of government.

Law school ethics class--

that's where they should teach it, Counselor.

( wolf howling )