All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Criminal.Intent.S01E09.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.

Harry, I think
you're wrong on this one.

If we release
the credits to Delhi

Islamabad won't just sit
on its hands.

I don't think
we should be
taking on

new obligations,
Father.

We're a bank, Edward.

That's what we do.

Take on obligations.

Don't be such
a nervous Nelly.

Me? Nervous?

You're the one
who sees assassins
behind every plant.

I see traitors.
There's a difference.

( door opens )

Tell Delhi
they have the loan.

If Islamabad squawks,
screw 'em.

Time for your shots,
Mr. Sternman.

We'll leave you, Harry.

Shame, Edward.

Shame, shame, shame.

Son of a bitch.

I'm surrounded

by sons of bitches,
Zainer.

There you go.

( grunts )

So, where is she?

She just came back
from shopping, she said.

And what about him?

Before your meeting

Edward took a call
from a Mr. Zuckerman.

I see what's happening.

I'll get it.

Throw all that out.
It's junk.

George, is it
done yet?

What are you doing
for 800 bucks an hour?!

What about this, sir?

I need it signed
end of week.

That, too.

No excuses.
Just get it done!

This so-called
reinforced door...

how reinforced is it?

You'd need a bazooka
to blow it down.

They've got bazookas.

What about the air filters?

Once they're installed,

they could pump cyanide
into this place

be like an
offshore breeze.

Once they're installed?

Why aren't they
installed now?

Waiting for your son
to okay them.

I say they're okay.

What exactly
did he tell Knowles?

Something about it had
to be signed

by the end of the week.

That stupid old man.

What did he mean by
"whatever happens"?

What's supposed to happen?

ZAINER:
I don't know.

Edward just said
get him out by
the elevator.

What should I do?

Just what he told you.

Where are you going

with your boobs hanging out
like that?

Cocktail party at the Met.

I'll be back by 9:00.

And make sure he takes
one of his little blue pills.

He might just get lucky tonight.

She thinks I'd go near
that swamp.

Like she doesn't think

I know where it's been.

That I don't know

what's going on in this house!

( door slamming )

Now, the Russians,
they get all weepy on you,

but they are ruthless S.O.B.s.

Ow! Watch it, you idiot!

Yes, sir.
I'm sorry.

What are you stopping for?
My back is still tight.

What is it?

Do you smell smoke?

Smoke?
What is it, Zainer?

There's a fire down the hall!

I hear noises!

This is it. It's them.
They're coming for me.

Zainer, help me!

911. What is your emergency?

They're coming to kill me!

They're breaking in!

What is your location, sir?

Hear them?
They're trying to get in.

Sir, I need your location.

( thumping )

Sternman Towers.

For God's sake, hurry.

They're shooting at the door.
Smoke is coming in!

Sir, emergency services
are on their way.

They're killing me!

Sir?

Sir, can you hear me? Sir?

¶

The building doesn't
officially open for
another two months.

Mr. and Mrs. Sternman
were the only residents.

We were still working
out a few bugs

in the security system.

How elaborate
was this security system?

Alarms on every window.
Motion sensors on the roof.

We're on
the 90th floor.

Mr. Sternman
had whole countries
after him, so he said.

This was his building.

No one was going to
drive him out of it.

Pack this up.
Okay.

What do you know
about his nurse, Rick Zainer?

Very dependable.

Do you have any idea

why Sternman would lock
himself up in the bathroom?

This was the safe room.

Any emergency,
the drill was

he'd lock himself in here.

Four-way locks,
bulletproof door, firewalls.

And 911 mentioned
shots fired.

Check for slugs.

Okay.

Ventilation--
that one of the bugs
you were working on?

Yes.

Why would Sternman
run in here if
there was a problem?

I don't know.

He was a very
unusual guy.

Seems so.

PIPES:
This is the panel

that controls
the security system.

This is where
the fire started.

In the security system?

If the grim one's
going to get you,

he's going to get you.

Anyone else help
this thing along?

I won't know until I get
this panel back to the lab.

Is there any reason
why the sprinklers
didn't go off?

We're looking
into that, too.

FIREMAN:
We have another
smoke fatality.

In the laundry room.
A maid.

I told him it was a fire,

but he was convinced
it was terrorists.

He told 911
people were trying to break in.

Thank you.
- That could have been me

pounding on the bathroom door
to tell him to come out,

but he wouldn't listen.

Did you see or hear
anybody in or out
of the apartment?

No. There was
black smoke.

I'm lucky I found
the stairs.

How long had you
been his nurse?

Six years.

What kind of nursing
did he need?

He was practically
a recluse.

He had high blood
pressure, diabetes,

arthritis,
bad hip, gout.

He took 14 pills a day.

Any mood-altering drugs?

Zoloft, Xanax.
(coughs)

He suffered from
depression, anxiety.

Sounds like he
kept you busy.

He was an interesting man.

All right,
Mr. Zainer,
thank you.

GOREN:
Did this woman work
for you, Mrs. Sternman?

Yes, it's her.
It's Aricelli.

Aricelli...

Oh, God,
what's her last name?

Rick, what's Aricelli's
last name?

DiMarco. What
happened to her?

We found her dead
of smoke inhalation
in the laundry room.

Did she have
anything to do

with starting
the fire?

Not as far as
we know yet.

Would you have her number?

We need to call her family.

I know it.
I'll write it down.

I can't believe
this is happening.

This is a nightmare.

Edward, thank God.
You got my message.

I was in the car.

I heard on the radio
there was a fire.

Where's Dad?
Is he all right?

Edward, he locked himself
in the bathroom.

He died from the smoke.
I'm sorry.

Dead? My God.
What started it?

We don't know yet.

My father's dead.

I can't...
That's not possible.

YU:
The fire was designed
to be slow burning

with a maximum of smoke.

The sprinklers had been
disabled in the penthouse

but were still operational
in the rest of the building.

How was the fire set?

Security system has
a dedicated phone line

to the security company.

The torch hooked up
one end

of an answering machine
circuit board

to the phone line

and the other end
to an electronic match.

He dials the number...

The phone answers,
sparks the match,

which sets off half a pound
of loosely packed black powder.

Can you trace
any of the parts?

Just the electronic match.

Nine times out of ten
they melt in the fire,

but we managed to pull
a partial serial number

off this one.

I traced the serial number
and got it narrowed down

to two electronic supply houses.

They can tell you who
they sold it to.

GOREN:
Eames, I found the guy's
workshop back here.

Firebug, firebug,
fly away home.

Electronic matches--
buy in bulk and save.

Bag this
paper shredder.

Look at this.

I make it.

It's the warehouse next
to the DiSantos Beef on 11th.

His next gig.

I can't control variables.

I can be the best driver
in the world.

A guy steps
in front of my car...

This wasn't some guy.

This was my father,
Harry Sternman.

Not to mention this poor woman.

You told me all the help
was going to be out by 6:00.

I know what I told you.

I don't know how
this could have
gone so wrong.

I'm not happy about it, either.

I never killed anyone.

You're the expert.

You should have known.

Screw that line of thought,
my young friend.

And as a point of law,

we're both on the hook
for homicide.

Joined at the hip,
as it were.

Remember, you and me,
Eduardo-- Siamese twins.

GOREN:
We're staking out the warehouse
and Colin Flynn's apartment.

DEAKINS:
Any leads
on who hired him?

EAMES:
Not yet, but we're piecing
together the documents

we found in his paper shredder.

What else
we got on Flynn?

Sheet a mile long.

No known associates.
House was rented for cash.

Most of his work
was insurance-related.

No homicides until now.

He set
a slow burning fire.

Was he trying to give
Sternman a chance to get out?

Unless the people
who hired him knew

Sternman would lock
himself in his safe room.

It's bulletproof,
fireproof.

The only way to get him
was with smoke.

Who knows what
the intent was here.

The crime scene is
sending mixed messages.

Maybe somebody on the inside
can set you straight.

( ringing )

Goren.

PIPES:
The patrolman found him

trying to set the fire.

He reached for something,
they opened fire.

GOREN:
What was he reaching for?

A set of car keys.

Didn't anybody tell them
we needed this mutt alive?

PIPES:
What can I tell you?

So you know,

he primed the sprinkler system
with gasoline

instead of water.

The whole block
would have gone up.

Hell of a barbecue
on a Saturday afternoon.

Seabees-- Navy Corps
of Engineers.

Yeah, Colin Flynn served

two tours
of Vietnam.

He won't be setting
any more fires now.

I'm sure the patrolman who shot
him will be glad to hear that.

ZAINER:
I don't think
I can tell you anything.

I signed
a confidentiality agreement

when I went to work
for Mr. Sternman.

Who's dead last
time we checked.

I need to find
another job.

Being indiscreet
won't help.

EAMES:
The agreement cover
only personal matters?

ZAINER:
And business.

Anything I saw
or overheard.

St. Stephan's Prep.

My sons.

Pretty exclusive.

I was humoring my wife.

The school
turned them down anyway.

Mr. Zainer, we're all
working stiffs here.

Anything you
tell us right now
stays between us.

Please.

You're putting me
in a lousy position.

Let's try it
like this--

what do you feel
comfortable
telling us?

Nothing, but that's not
an option, is it?

It's good you have
a sense of humor
about it.

All right.

There was some sort
of crisis with the bank.

Mr. Sternman and his
son Edward, Mr. Lewis

they'd been arguing constantly
the last two weeks.

EAMES:
What kind
of crisis?

I'm not sure.

I overheard something

about, uh... calling in loans,
insolvency.

Sounds like
a cash crunch.

Whatever it was,
it was affecting

Mr. Sternman's health.

That's all I can tell you.

It's a lot.

( phone ringing )
That's my wife.

She calls me

when she's on break
at the hospital.

Excuse me.

I did a news search
of the Sternman Bank.

Nothing about
a financial crisis.

If they were in
a cash crunch

and trying
to raise money,

you figure somebody's
going to notice.

If you're looking
on Wall Street, sure,

but there's other
places to raise money.

WOMAN:
Now, Sternman Holdings--

that's their
real estate company.

They put out a prospectus.

Goren, I'm sorry,
you got to excuse me

but we just moved in
last week

and only one toilet's working
and there's rats in the ceiling.

You're making money.

Yeah, I'm making money,

which in this market,
is nothing to sneeze at.

So, bring some of that money
down to the poker game.

I'm banking it.

Carlos and me, we're saving up
for a house.

Carlos?

Irene, you're breaking my heart.

And you blew your chance.

Ah, here we go.

Yep.

Okay, bond issues.

$2 billion.

This says Azimuth Realty.

Read the fine print.

The properties
backing the bonds

are all owned by
Sternman Holdings.

So they can raise money

without looking like
they're raising money.

And these bonds are sold
through outfits like this?

Mm-hmm, and private placements,
strictly under the radar

and the bonds are backed
by the rental income

from the Sternman
buildings.

How are they selling?

Well, they're not
setting any records

and if you don't include
the flagship building

in the offering,
that sends a message.

The flagship building.
You mean Sternman Towers?

Yeah, right, the one
Sternman died in.

Well, why isn't it part
of the package?

That's a good question.

Why don't you ask
the people

who put the bond
offering together?

Thanks.

I prepared Zainer's
severance check.

It's unfortunate we
had to let him go.

He was devoted to your father.

If he's so devoted, why is
my father lying in a morgue?

You tell me.

What's that mean?

I didn't start that fire.

This is generous.

Didn't his contract stipulate
only four weeks severance?

He has kids
for God's sake.

Get off your high horse.

This looks like
hush money.

You sound like
my father.

Let's not fight, Edward.

What's done is done.

Harry left enough
for both of us.

We don't have to get
in each other's way.

I don't have to talk
about this with you.

Actually, you do--
with us or with someone
from the D.A.'s office.

It's something we have
to keep reminding people.

The lady here was first.

Thank you.

EAMES:
Here's the other way
it could go.

We get a subpoena,
we get every cop

who isn't nailed down

and a dozen patrol cars
with lights flashing

a couple command vehicles
the size of buses

and we park them all
down here for a day.

You know how nothing
inspires confidence

like cops filing in and out
of a broker's office.

We were good to go
on the bond offering.

At the last minute,

Ed pulled the Sternman Tower
off the table.

Why?

My guess is,
he wants to sell.

It's their most
valuable property.

Easily worth
$600 million.

If Ed was looking
to cash out

this was
the way to go.

Was the old man
on board with this?

No. They were
fighting about it.

The Sternman Tower
is his legacy.

He poured everything
into it.

He wanted to live out
his days in that penthouse.

Looks like
he got his wish.

WOMAN:
Maybe you should wait
till Mr. Sternman gets

back from lunch.

Don't make us explain
about the search warrant again.

AA meeting book.

There are meetings
marked off.

If I were in this family,
I'd probably drink, too.

This is good.

Oh, this is
very good.

The only way Edward
can sell that building

is if the old man
cleared out.

So, he burned him out.

I'll have to remember this
the next time

my mother-in-law comes
for a visit.

The M.E. found Disulfiram
in Colin Flynn's system.

He had a bottle
of it in his basement.

Disulfiram?

Antabuse for
the treatment
of alcoholism.

Flynn and Edward are
both alcoholics.

Maybe that's how they met.

Where's Edward's
meeting book?

If you're thinking

of hitting the meetings
he marked off

to see if anyone saw them
together, forget it.

They call it Alcoholics
Anonymous for a reason.

They won't tell you squat.

That's why we're
hitting coffee shops

near the meetings.

This one is Colin
Flynn-- sweet guy.

Comes in once a week
from the church
across the street.

Haven't seen him
in awhile.

Something wrong
with him?

Job burn-out.

How about him?

Uh, yeah, he's
every other week.

Order up.
Not much of a talker.

They know each other?

Um, I've seen them
sit together.

Are you sure
it was these two?

Yeah, I remember faces.

Some I'd like
to forget.

Thank you.

Let's go pick up Edward.

Let's see what he has
marked down for tonight.

EAMES:
Edward.

What are you people
doing here?

They're about
to start the meeting.

They have meetings
where you're going.

You're under arrest
for murder.

Even if your waitress

remembers every
mole on his face,

you still have
a big problem.

You showed her a single
picture of my client.

You tainted her for
any future lineup.

You put her on the stand,
I'll rip her to shreds.

Speaking of shreds,
we also have this:

It's a fax we found

in Colin Flynn's
paper shredder.

This is very impressive.

We think so.

It confirms the
wire transfer

of $100,000 into his account
from a bank in Dubai.

CABEZAS:
Dubai? That's in
the Persian Gulf.

I bet a lot of terrorists
park their money there.

EAMES:
The bank said the money's
from a corporate account

in the name of
the Sternman Corporation.

CABEZAS:
Oh, let me guess--

there's a half
dozen people

who can authorize
transfers from
that account.

Five. One of whom's your client.

Now, if you want to talk deal,

we can have the DA here
in five minutes.

CABEZAS:
This is excellent
evidence...

against Colin Flynn.

Like you,
we have no doubt

he set the fire
in Mr. Sternman's penthouse.

If it wasn't for
the incompetence of his nurse

who left him barricaded
in his bathroom

Mr. Sternman
would've survived.

Tell me, Ed, was it because
you were humiliated?

Is that why
you did it?

CABEZAS:
Detective...

I'm sure when you were young

your dad held you up
high above his head.

He was proud of you.

He made you a part
of the company.

Yes, so what?

So what? Company was in trouble.

Your dad wasn't so proud
of you anymore.

He made you feel like you
let him down.

I let him down?

No, he made
you feel

what you suspected
about yourself.

All along, you couldn't quite
measure up to good ol' Dad.

No.

Is that why
you drink?

I don't drink.

I've been sober for three years.

What is it they say at AA?

"Keep doing
what you've always done

you'll keep getting
what you've always gotten."

I didn't kill my father.

They tell you
to admit your mistakes.

To make amends
to the people you've wronged.

I didn't want him dead.

I'm not responsible.

Look, that's enough.

He's invoking his right
to silence.

Stubborn.

He doesn't think he was
responsible for those deaths.

I'm happy to convince
a jury otherwise.

I'm not talking
legal culpability.

Psychologically, morally,

he doesn't believe
he killed his father.

Physically,
materially,

Mr. Sternman and
Ms. DiMarco are
dead all the same.

Send him over
for arraignment.

If he doesn't think
he killed his dad,

who does he think did?

They said I was incompetent.

These people are unbelievable.

Anyway, I got another job
and a better job.

Daniel!

Let Matt take a shot!

Fair play...

it's like a foreign
concept these days.

It's like Edward calling you
incompetent.

He can say anything
he wants about you,

but you're bound to his
confidentiality agreement.

My wife says my loyalty
was to Harry Sternman.

Not to the people
who might have killed him.

She's got a
good point.

Mr. Sternman was having
his will redrawn.

He was on the phone
to his lawyer every
day about it.

Edward thought it was because
Mr. and Mrs. Sternman

were trying to have a child.

Was the new will
going to cut Edward out?

I got that impression.

KID:
Go get the ball.

Well, what?
What are you waiting for?

Matthew,
get over here!

Just get your ball.
It's yours.

Don't be scared of them.
Come on!

They're just kids
in uniforms.

Edward's lawyer

accused you of abandoning
Sternman in his bathroom.

What was I supposed to do?

He wouldn't come out
and I didn't have the key.

Anyway, it wouldn't
have made a difference.

And why do you say that?

The main elevator was cut off
by the fire.

I tried the service elevator.

I punched in the code,
but it wasn't working.

You sure you used
the right code?

Yes. The stairs were
the only other way out.

I doubt Mr. Sternman
would have made it.

You can't let people
like that intimidate
you, okay?

Sorry, Dad.

What happened?

Nothing.

How was your day?

Long. Look,
I picked up the blazers.

I just have to sew on
the St. Stephan's crest.

They look good.

Have you heard from them yet?

You know, we're just
two months away

from the start of school.

Told you,
everything's all right.

This is the third
year we've applied.

Did they get Mr. Sternman's
letter of recommendation?

I'm sure they did.

What if they didn't?

Maybe you should call
the school?

I don't want
to sound desperate, okay?

My kids belong in their damn
school and they know it.

So, just let me handle it.

MAN:
There was nothing wrong
with the punch pads

or the circuits
on that elevator.

If the guy pressed
the right numbers

the elevator should have worked.

Could somebody
have changed the code?

Sure. You need a master code
and a password.

Okay, the day of the fire,
service elevator

was in heavy use all day long

tapering off around 5:30.

That's when
the workmen went home.

Here, 6:15

somebody reprogrammed
the use code.

Computer know who?

Key in S-E-S-7-7.

Password used was 5-4-5-2-2.

Mrs. Sternman's password.

KNOWLES:
Anybody who refers to his wife

as "that bitch"

and asks you to make sure
that his prenup is bulletproof

is not looking
to start a family.

And how is the prenup?

Very generous to Mrs. Sternman.

Lifetime alimony,
townhouse in New York

home in the Hamptons

$4 million payment to her

for any instance of infidelity
by Mr. Sternman.

No offense,
but who's her lawyer?

( chuckles )

The better question is:

What did Mr. Sternman
get in return?

"In the event it is proven that
Kit Sternman committed adultery

"and that Harold Sternman
elects to divorce,

"Mrs. Sternman
will not be entitled

to share in the marital estate
to any extent whatsoever."

She steps outside
the marriage,

she gets nothing.

Was she cheating?

I don't know.

Harry didn't say.

He probably kept any evidence
of her infidelity

in the safest place--
a deposit box.

His driver'd know which banks
Mr. Sternman's been to.

ZAINER:
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Mrs. Liston was being
fussy about her nap.

How's it working out?

Good.

Thank you for the reference.

Here, your severance check.

You could have mailed it.

I wanted to see you.

This is too much.

I'm only owed four weeks.

I told Edward
not to be stingy.

Have the police talked to you?

Oh, you don't have anything
to worry about.

They're totally focused
on Edward.

I have to get back to work.

Bye, Kit.

Are we going
to see each other again?

I don't think so.

You started it.

So?

I'm ending it.

Anyway, now that
Harry's out of the way,

you don't have to sneak around
with the help anymore.

( drilling )

One bed sheet.

"B and C Group,
Maryland."

A lab report from
five weeks ago.

"Submitted for testing one
queen-sized bed sheet.

"Examination revealed DNA
materials from two individuals.

"First subject's DNA

"was matched to a sample
belonging to Kit Sternman.

"Second subject's DNA
was contained in semen

"and was determined to belong

to a blood relative
of Harold Sternman."

Eddie's going to have a lot
to talk about at his AA meeting.

The son and the wife
were having an affair.

Sternman found out,

and he was taking steps
to cut them loose.

It never occurred to him
they might conspire
to kill him?

He obviously wasn't
paranoid enough.

You still have
your reservations
about the son?

It's adding up even less.

Bedding your father's
trophy wife

right underneath his nose

is an act of rage, contempt;
it's bold.

Would someone like that kill
with a slow-burning fire?

Maybe it was
Mrs. Sternman's
contribution.

Long as one of them
thought of it,
it's a conspiracy.

Assuming
they're in it together.

They were on that
bedsheet together.

Don't tell me
you're disputing
the DNA evidence.

The night of the fire,
you saw them.

They sat next to each other--
no look, no touch,

not a single molecule
of complicity

passed between them.

Detective, the facts here speak
for themselves.

The facts are up for grabs,
Counselor.

The facts
support a charge

of conspiracy against Kit
and Edward Sternman.

That's what I'm going with.

EAMES:
Back to my "yes or no" question

did you change the code?

Yes or no? Then no.

How do you explain that
your password was used?

Other people have it--
Berger, the security
person, and Edward.

Why would they
use your password?

To get me in trouble,
which they've obviously
succeeded in doing.

How would Edward have
gotten your password?

I don't know.
Ask him.

This is a ridiculous
conversation.

Which we're under no obligation
to continue; we're leaving.

Mrs. Sternman...

Were you and your
husband still intimate?

What?

Kit.

Harry and I had
a very healthy sex life.

Mm, arthritic, diabetic,
68-year-old Harry with
the... bad... ticker?

And a big bottle of wonderful,
little, blue pills.

Oh, come on.

Every day, Detective.

Sometimes twice a day.

He must have gone through
those pills like candy.

We found his stash...

in his bathroom.

60 pills for... 40 days.

Why don't we see how busy
the two of you were?

( laughs )

WOODWARD:
Mr. Carver, this is

the most outrageous
conduct I've ever seen.

Kit, let's go.

That's ten.

Twenty.

Count all you want.

Thirty.
There's still plenty here.

Don't think for a minute
you can intimidate me.

45,46... 48...

This doesn't prove anything!

My husband and I were happy.

Then why did he ask his lawyer
to review the prenup

two weeks before
he was killed?

How would I know?
He's crazy.

CARVER:
Crazy like a fox.

We read clause 17 of the prenup,

the one
where you don't get a nickel

if he proves
you've committed adultery.

Since I was never unfaithful,
there's no proof.

EAMES:
Actually, there is.

A stained bedsheet that we found
in a safe deposit box

with your DNA and the DNA
of a man not your husband.

CARVER:
You're free to leave,
Mrs. Sternman.

But whether from you
or from your stepson,

we will get the truth.

My stepson? What does Edward
have to do with me?

The DNA on the sheet was his.

What? Y-You think
Edward and I...

You're crazier than Harry.

Edward's gay.

KIT:
I never told Harry;
he had no clue.

WOODWARD:
And neither,
evidently, do you.

( door opens )

( door shuts )

Edward's the only living
male relative Sternman had.

And this lab that did
the original test?

Very reputable. Used by law
enforcement in five states.

I'll get a court order
for Edward's blood,

have our own lab
run a comparison,

make sure we have
our facts straight.

Edward could be playing
for both teams.

Sternman's prescriptions
for Zoloft and Xanax

were renewed a month early.

I counted the pills.

He was doubling up.

That can't be too healthy.

He would have been booming
and zooming, manic, paranoid.

No wonder he thought
everybody was after him.

Right.

The perfect prescription
for paranoia.

There you go, dear.

Now let me bring you near the
window so you can get some sun.

Her color
seems better.

I appreciate
everything

you've been doing
for my mother.

Thank you.

Can I ask you a favor?

I'm applying
to get my sons
into St. Stephan's

for the winter semester.

To St. Stephan's?

Yes, on a scholarship.

I know your husband
went to St. Stephan's.

Yes.

Is it possible I could
speak to him about it
for a few minutes?

I can ask him.
He's leaving for
London tonight.

I'll mention it when
he gets back, all right?

Sure. Whenever's convenient.

Thank you.

( door opens, then shuts )

( sighs )

I wasn't aware of
my father changing his will.

GOREN:
We're off on the wrong foot
here, Mr. Sternman.

I came here alone;
I'm not wearing a wire.

The only witness

we have here
is your lawyer.

Whatever you tell me,
you can deny later,

so let's not blow smoke.

Okay, let's assume
he knew his father
was changing the will.

And why do you think
he was changing it?

( sighs )

He wanted to favor the child

that he and Kit
were trying to conceive.

Would you like
to know the real reason?

He thought you were having
an affair with Kit.

He even had proof--
a bedsheet

with Kit's DNA and your semen.

That's the lab test.

That... that's not possible.

Because?

You're gay.

Yes.

Among other reasons.

Even if I were remotely
attracted to Kit

I wouldn't do that to my father.

This test, it's wrong.

Something else you should know.

Kit changed the code
on the service elevator

the night of the fire.

To trap your father
in the penthouse.

The D.A. thinks that
this is further evidence

that she conspired with you
to kill your father.

In the hypothetical, you never
told her about the fire.

Edward, I'm advising you
not to say another word.

No, I didn't tell her.

But you told someone else,
didn't you?

To warn them
to save your father.

Ah, thank you
for coming in.

Our investigation
is running into
a brick wall.

We really need some help.

Whatever I can do.

Here's the problem.

We think Edward
and Kit Sternman

conspired to kill
Mr. Sternman.

Mrs. Sternman?

Why do you think that?

She changed the code

on the service elevator.

That's why you couldn't
get it to work.

And we suspect
that she and Edward

were having an affair.

But you see, we don't have
enough proof of it.

So, if you know anything...

There's a bedsheet they used.

I brought it to
Mr. Sternman's
attention.

EAMES:
What did he do with it?

I think he put it in
a safe deposit box.

Well, it's probably
long gone by now.

No. He saved it.

There's a clause
in their prenup:

She doesn't get anything if he
can prove she cheated on him.

Well, that's very helpful.

( laughing )

Why didn't you mention
this to us before?

Mr. and Mrs. Sternman have
been good to me over the years.

And you felt
conflicted?

Yes.

And you felt that maybe

we'd find out on our own
eventually?

Yes.

Guess what?

It has Kit's DNA
and Edward's.

But you knew that
since you put it there.

What are you
talking about?

You are truly the most--
what's the right word?--

driven person that I
have ever come across.

That you would actually
have sex with Edward

to get a sample
of his semen--

that shows incredible...
determination.

That's a damn lie.

Edward told us.

Hey, Rick,
it's no crime.

Not even smearing his semen
on the bedsheet.

Why the hell would I do that?

To convince Mr. Sternman

that his wife and his son
had turned against him.

You were pumping him so full
of Zoloft and Xanax,

he was ready
to believe anything.

That's absurd!

You told Kit
that her husband

found out she was
having an affair.

And she believed you

because she was having
an affair-- with you.

EAMES:
And you told Edward
that his father

was cutting him out
of his will because

he was going to
have another kid.

GOREN:
You set them both up
against each other.

It was only a
matter of time

before somebody
ended up dead.

And they'd all
take the fall.

It's brilliant.

But-but between us,
it's the perfect crime.

But... because
you really...

you didn't do anything
really criminal, did you?

No. No, I didn't.

That's right.

Not even when
Edward warned you

to get his father
out by the elevator.

How was I supposed to know
he was going to set a fire?

You couldn't.

Maybe Kit had an idea
when you told her--

that's why she
changed the code--

but you... you were
just an employee.

It wasn't your job
to question them.

No, it wasn't.

If Sternman wants
to lock himself up

in the bathroom, that's
his business, right?

There was nothing
I could do.

What did you care?

This old man who
couldn't wipe his
own ass without you.

He wouldn't lift a finger

to help get your sons
into St. Steven's.

St. Stephan's.

Huh.

Told you he was
going to write...

a letter to the school...

use his influence.

Never did.

No.

It was just a damn letter.

It must have burned you--
the utter thoughtlessness

while you-you...
you made sure he took
his pills every day,

you massaged his
dry, old skin

you monitored his
every little burp...

That's right.

...put up with all the
little indignities

of servicing his
personal hygiene.

You wanted something
better for your kids.

Yes.

The old bastard...

...treated you like...

something...
scraped off his shoe.

( sniffling )

But you showed him.

You played him...

played the whole family
like a fine violin.

They were easy,
so wrapped up in themselves.

The perfect crime.

Well, you said so yourself.

I-I really didn't do
anything criminal, did I?

You're a registered nurse,
right?

You had a contract
with Sternman
to provide care.

Yes.

What?

You heard about
the lifeguard
at Jones Beach

who let a drowning man
die 'cause he was too
busy talking to a girl.

They convicted him.

EAMES:
Manslaughter.

He had a higher standard of duty
than other people.

He couldn't just walk away.

Neither
could you.

What are you talking about?

Your contract.

"Richard Zainer agrees
to provide

"the nursing services
listed above

and to care for the
health and welfare
of Harold Sternman."

GOREN:
You watched
the forces

gather around Sternman
to kill him.

But I didn't do anything.

GOREN:
That's right.

You did nothing.

You watched it happen.

And that, my friend...
is manslaughter.

But he owed me.

He owed you the salary
he paid you.

( handcuffs jangling )

Zainer pleaded guilt
to Second-Degree Manslaughter;

Edward Sternman to Arson
and two counts of Man One;

and Kit Sterman
to Attempted Murder.

Quite the trifecta.

Zainer can be proud of himself.

He brought down
a banking empire.

Not to mention a family.

Three families.

( wolf howling )