All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Criminal.Intent.S01E06.WEB-DL.x264-ION10

[silence]

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 )