All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Criminal.Intent.S01E01.WEB-DL.x264-ION10

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.

68 East 74th.

Here you go.

I need some photo ID.

You can have it back
when you return the plans.

"Cooper Union." Hmm. My daughter's
thinking of applying. You like it?

Do you have a photocopier?

12th floor. Five cents a page.

You need to have these back
by closing time today.

Thanks, pal.

Don't be stupid.

Uh-uh-uh.

Mikey?

Jake.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
What's up, man?

I'm over this way.

I'll take that from here.

Hey, man, you got a fiver?

All I got's Canadian.

You know, for him.

Forget that, man.

Here you go.

Come on.

Oh, God! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
My fault.

- It's all right.
- You okay?

-Yeah, sure.
- Sorry.

Meet Mr. Morris...

and Mr. Crane.

Everything okay, baby?

Yeah.

Here, give me the wig.

Hi, partner.

You up for some fun?

All the time.

Welcome to New York City.

Put them on.

Hoo!

[chuckles]

This is all right, man.

Didn't I tell you
I'd take care of you?

Dressed for
success, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, time to work.

[whistling]

Here you go, Mr. Morris.

If you would just sign
where I circled here.

It's space number three,
the gray Cadillac.

Here, let me get that
for you, sir.

Wow!

A chimp could take
better pictures

than Ansel Adams with this.

I'll take it.

Credit card
and driver's license.

[car horn honks]

[drill grinding]

Still under their radar.

Time to leave New York, partner.

[gunshot]

Don't worry.

They're not going to be home
until tomorrow.

[giggling]

Isn't this better
than the dorm, huh?

Yeah.

Come on,
my old room's here.

Where are you taking me?

[growling]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God...

Hey, hey, hey,
take it easy.

- Oh, my God.
- It's cool.

- My God.
- Just take it easy.

This isn't good, man.

What's the problem?

No.

No, please, no...

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Let's go.

Sergeant Finley?
I'm Detective Eames.

This is Detective Goren.
We're from Major Case.

Tell us what
you have here.

Well, the perps broke
into this apartment
over the weekend.

They dug through
the subbasement

to this jewelry
store over here.

We've got one body
in the safe room--

one of the perps,
looks like.

We've got two bodies
in the apartment
here: college kids

a boy and a girl,
wrong place, wrong time.

Did they live here?

No. The girl's parents, the
Kerstens; they're inside.

So, which crime scene
you want to see first

the apartment or
the jewelry store?

The parents first.

EAMES:
When did you get this letter?

It came in the mail Monday.

Sweepstakes winner.

Weekend in Atlantic City.

Limousine, free
accommodations,
all expenses...

This phone number here,
did you call it?

Yes, to confirm;
a girl answered.

She wished us luck
at the casino.

Damn them...

EAMES:
Your daughter
lived with you?

No, no. Uh... Sophie
was in a dorm at Columbia.

She wanted to be
independent, you know...

We were so worried for her
when she moved out.

Mr. and Mrs. Kersten,
I-I can't tell you

how sorry we are for what
happened to your daughter

but we will find
the people who did this.

The sergeant said that
they were professionals

th-th-that the chances
of you catching them...

Mr. Kersten, I give you my word.

We'll catch them.

It's a nice thought,
but how can you make
a promise like that?

Well, you don't get to do this
for a bunch of rocks.

Over there were the
Russians, 127 carats

D and E, white, flawless.

There, it was Canadian
pieces, 78 carats

not the best quality
for earrings.

And here, uncut stones

I had just brought back
from London two weeks ago.

One piece was 22 carats.

Altogether, 300, 350?

Maybe. I cannot be sure.

Let's call it 300 million. You can
beef it up later for the insurance.

I need a shot of his right hand.

The genius who tapped
into the security lines

had to be working with
two computers minimum, using

custom software.

Well, here's your genius.

How do you figure?

There are fragments from the copper
wiring embedded in the tips of his gloves.

The question is, what did he do
to get himself shot?

His buddies got
greedy, or he did.

No, it's too personal
for that.

I count four entry wounds
in his skull.

Overkill.

Uh-huh. Do you
notice his shoes?

Brand-new.

Same with the rest
of his clothes.

His jacket pockets
are still sewn shut.

DEAKINS:
He went out big.
$300 million.

They're not going to move
that much merchandise overnight.

We've got a week,
assuming they're
still in the city.

We put a description out
to every jurisdiction
in the tri-state.

It should be in NCIC
by end of business.

And
on the chance
these cowboys

have some heavy hitters
backing them

we brought OCCB
into the loop.

Make sure they stay
two steps behind you.

Get a workup on every
known ice crew this side

of the Mississippi,
their whys and wherefores.

An established crew
would never leave one
of their own behind.

The kid was an amateur. They
might've been worried he'd squawk.

You wait, deal
with that problem

somewhere else,
with one bullet.

Whoever ran this show
was impulsive--

organized but impulsive.

Goren, I realize
how unstimulating

police procedure can be
for a right-brain guy like you

and I say this with
all the respect due
a detective, first grade:

Touch all the bases.

What else?

They probably had
to pull blueprints

so we'll check with
the Building Department

and we ran down the limo company

that took the Kerstens
to Atlantic City.

We're waiting to hear back.

Very nice, Alex.

Give me a status at 2:00.

MAN:
East 74th...

Here it is.

Plans issued
two weeks ago

to an Anna Hutchinson.

You get any I.D.?

Student I.D.
from Cooper Union.

Oh, yeah--
I remember her.

What did
she look like?

Uh, good-looking
young woman.

Slim, dark hair,
shoulder-length.

Glasses, black rims.

You know,
the art student look.

What was her
demeanor like?

The way she spoke--
friendly or not?

Not. An honest-
to-goodness ice queen.

We need you to come
down later to talk
to our sketch artist.

Thanks.

Using this girl, that's
not standard procedure

for a burglary crew.

It's most likely
the boss's girlfriend.

Anybody else
wouldn't be trusted.

[answers phone] Eames.

Put him through.

Yes, this is
Detective Eames.

That's right.

I'll need the card number.

Get back to me, please.

Dispatcher
from the limo company.

The car was ordered
over the phone

with a credit card,
name of Justin Crane.

MAN:
I used it to pay for groceries

at D'Agostino's.

I was getting into
my car to go up
to Vermont

when some guy bumped
into me, some jogger.

Must've picked
my pocket.

What's this
jogger look like?

Blond hair... long
blond hair, sunglasses.

I didn't get a
good look at him.

Maybe your
friend did.

My friend?

Well, the ski report
on the radio

said it was bright
and sunny up in Vermont.

For someone who was
outside all weekend

you look as pale as I do.

Spending all
that time indoors

by yourself wouldn't
have been much fun.

So... can we talk
to your friend?

Long blond hair. Right.

We'd still like you to talk
to our sketch artist.

We'll give you a call.

Thank you.

She couldn't do any
better than her boyfriend.

Cooper Union?

No Anna Hutchinson
on their student roster.

Charges on Mr. Crane's
credit card

since it was stolen.

Our thief's been
living it up.

Friday, $4,200
at Tourneau Watch.

$2,200 at Prada.

John Doe's new clothes.

He spent two grand
on clothes for a jewelry heist.

New job, new clothes.

Saturday, $300

at a camera store.

More charges Sunday, today.

You want to hit
some of these places?

Does it bother you
that the same people

who just jacked $300 million

are maxing out a
stolen credit card?

Once a thief.

You said yourself,
they're impulsive.

Okay, if it doesn't
bother you.

That was good, baby.

[panting heavily]

What'd I tell you?

Cut the attitude, huh?

I got you off coke,
I'll get you off those.

Let's go, partner.

Now what?

Nothing.

I want a steak.

We don't have any.

We'll, the Palm's just
two blocks away, honey.

I'm sore,
I can't walk.

If you love me,
you can walk.

MAN:
Yes. Mr. Crane.

I remember the sale. He spent two
minutes looking at the camera

and bang-- sold.

What'd he
look like?

About six feet, medium height,
red hair, short, mustache.

Tinted aviator glasses.

Did he show you
a driver's license?

Of course. We ask for one
with every purchase.

Was anybody
with him?

No.

Did he know a lot
about cameras?

He knew what
he was looking for.

He asked for one
with good low-light resolution.

And what did
that tell you?

Low light--
boudoir photos.

90% of these
instant cameras

people buy them
for intimate portraiture.

Excuse me...
can I see this one?

Excuse me a second.

We got a pop on
the credit card.

The 3-6 has a
suspect in custody.

MAN:
Rise and shine, Sharif.

EAMES:
He was using
the Justin Crane credit card?

Yeah, he was busted for buying
Metrocards for his homeboys.

Where'd you get
the card, Sharif?

I told them a white
dude gave it to me.

When?

On Saturday, outside the
camera store down on 23rd.

GOREN:
What did he look like?

Red like an apple--
red hair, red lip bush.

He just gave it to you?

Yeah. I didn't
know it was stolen.

He just said, "Hey,
help yourself."

And then what?
He got in his sleigh

and rode off
with his reindeer?

No, just his big
gray Caddie.

Ho, ho, ho.

That's him.

MAN:
This one from the kid.

This from
the camera salesman.

See a family
resemblance?

These two could be this mutt.
We had the witnesses look
at mug books

but nobody jumped out at them.

The gray Caddie?

The kid remembered a couple
numbers from the license plate.

APB's out.

What am I looking at?

Our John Doe--

the stiff from
the crime scene.

It's homemade, it could be
a prison tattoo...

How could he
get to prison

without leaving
prints in the system?

How'd my luggage end up in
Amarillo last Christmas?

Where are we
with matching M.O.s?

Doesn't fit any
of the crackers
in the database.

Then try a bigger database.

Look, our boy is an extrovert.

He's brazen,
self-confident, charismatic.

He imposes his girlfriend
on the gang

and he's holding them together
even after killing one of them.

We should look at armored
car heists, bank jobs

anything with public displays
of firepower.

DEAKINS:
Okay, we wasted time

chasing down this credit card.

Let's make up for it.

The jewelry store sent over
surveillance tapes for the last month.

Our perps could be

on there
casing the premises.

Any volunteers?

The ice queen?

You notice
anything unusual?

Not really.

It's just that she's putting
lipstick on her eyeball.

She's taking a
picture of the safe.

Am I missing something?

I just like to watch.

I like to listen. I'm meeting
a snitch down at the Coronet.

EAMES:
So if you have $300 million

in hot stones,
who do you go to?

Whoever gives you
the best price.

Maybe you get
30 cents on the dollar.

$100 million.

It's still a nice
piece of change.

So who? The Russians?

They don't need them.

They are choking
on diamonds

from the Kremlin vaults.

Maybe the Chinese.

This is hand-tooled,
not machined.

This X-brace was left
welded to the safe.

I might know a man in Brooklyn.

It's not one of mine.

The question was,
did you make it?

Your partner is deaf?

Maybe you are.

She asked you a
yes-or-no question.

Well, then, the
answer is no.

Mr. De Santis,
our crime lab can match

the unique marks on this piece
to the characteristics

on the tools that
you used to make it.

Of course, we'd
have to confiscate
all your equipment.

Might take months
to get it back.

[sighs]

We'll take that
as a yes.

Who ordered it?

Some guy. I mean,
if I never saw him again

it would be too soon.

His name?

I don't know.

Serbian. Croatian.

A bald guy.

Is there anything else?

Yes. You're closing
early today.

MAN:
You got to think about this.

Here we are, 15 years old,
selling boom boxes

to one of Big Paulie's fences

and Danny's just...
he's playing him.

I'm telling you,
your brother Danny

rest his soul

had big ones.

Excuse me.

You know, I always had
a thing for Gia

but never,
out of respect for Danny...

Well, I admire your discipline.

She mentioned you had
a piece of business.

Not here, Jimmy.

No. Sure.

How big a piece?

$100 million big.

INS sent these over.

Every man, woman and child

who went through the country
in the last year

with a passport
from the Balkans.

And that's
for the year before this.

[telephone ringing]

Goren.

That's right.

What lot?

Tell them to stay
away from it.

We'll be there in a half hour.

The gray Caddie turned up.

MAN: Car's a rental. We're waiting
for an I.D. on the driver.

Pop the trunk.

James Randazzo.

It's a Bensonhurst
address.

Randazzo.

There's a Jimmy Randazzo

who's a soldier for
the Masucci family.

[rattling]

All that glitters.

About 40 carats' worth.

Let's round up
the usual Masuccis.

I want a full court press
on the Masuccis.

Our informants
have been telling us that

the Randazzos have been
on the outs with the Masuccis

since three months ago. Some
dispute over liquor distribution.

Well, now the dispute's
over diamonds.

This is not
a mob thing.

It's a sucker's game, Captain.

This guy's just buying time.

He's paying a big premium.

There must have been, what

a million bucks worth of stones
in Randazzo's pocket?

A lot of money
just to send up some smoke.

Goren-- it's for you.

Friend of yours?

I sure hope so.

Hey, I showed Randazzo's
diamonds to our jeweler.

They were grade F--

slightly flawed,
great color--

the worst rocks
of the bunch.

You were right--
the Masucci angle's
a lot of smoke.

This guy-- bad enough
he shoots two witnesses.

Now he throws
a body in a trunk

just to throw us
off his trail.

Put yourself
in his place.

He is trying to lock in

a hundred-million-dollar payday.

Don't equivocate--
he's a bad guy.

Bad guys do what
good guys dream.

I got a hit
on our John Doe.

I sent his prints
up to Canada.

Michael Carson.

That tattoo he had--
prison tattoo.

Canadian prison--

Archambault,
up in Montreal.

Carson spent two years
in cell block D

for possession with intent.

That's why he was
wearing new clothes.

Whoever shot him
didn't want

his old clothes
traced back to Canada.

How did you...

The guy with the body art--

he's got biker
friends up there.

Carson's parole officer
hasn't seen him

since a week ago
last Thursday.

Meaning he came down here
Thursday night or Friday.

Being a felon,
he would have avoided

going through customs
at the airport.

That leaves the train where
inspections are more lax.

He would have arrived on
the train from Montreal

last Thursday or Friday

with luggage, computer
equipment, that sort of thing.

Yeah, I seen this boy
Friday afternoon.

Helped him with his bags--
black canvas bags.

He would have been
a good tipper

but he had
this friend with him.

He was traveling
with somebody?

No, somebody met him.

Did you catch a name?

Jake, pretty sure
it was Jake.

Thank you.

There he is.

Jacob Nathan-- forgery

possession of stolen goods,
larceny...

And tight
with his money, too.

Where are we?

We struck out
on his last known.

He hasn't lived there
for at least two years.

EAMES:
We will, ma'am,
thank you.

His ex is looking for him, too.

Owes her a brick
in child support.

This bail app
from six years ago--

his mother put up the bond.

There's an address on her.

Let me see that.

You have her Social there?

Yeah.

The feebs have
been notified.

They're taking care
of Interpol notification.

Give me a status in an hour.

Mother Nathan,
deceased seven months ago.

Poor guy's an orphan.

Somebody forgot
to tell Con Ed.

The power bill's paid up
and current.

Come on, move!

Go! Go!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Check the trash rooms,
Dumpsters.

Let's go, guys.
Move it!

It's a laminating machine.

Forger's friend.

Nathan must have
left it behind.

Serial number's
still on it.

We can trace it
to the store.

I can't find it, man.

I looked everywhere.

Damn it, I'm a jerk!

I must have left it behind!

Can't you get another one?

I need it, man!

I need it to make the passports!

Don't even think about it.

Buy another one.

I'm not spending
another 500 bucks

on something I already bought.

This machine cost 500 bucks!

Listen to me, you cheap bastard.

You go anywhere near that place

I'm going to put a bullet
in your skull.

Now, you've got a quarter share
of a hundred million coming.

You can front 500 bucks.

All right, but when are
we going to see our dough, man?

I got to get out of here.

I am working on the problem!

You work on yours.

Hello?

Can I help you?

Yeah, I called about
the laminating machine.

Name's Jake.

Oh, yeah, sure.

I got one in the back.

It's 549.

I bought one here a month ago
for 500.

Now it's 549--
think about it.

[groaning]

How you doing there, Jake?

[groans]

Death penalty?
What the hell for?

Do I need to explain the felony
murder statute to your client?

I didn't kill anybody!

EAMES:
The Kersten girl

and her boyfriend

Michael Carson,
Jimmy Randazzo.

That wasn't me, and who
the hell is Jimmy Randazzo?

Funny thing, the law.

Right hand commits the murder,
left hand pays for it.

Uh, how can my client
help himself here?

Names and addresses--

I take the death penalty
off the table.

Life without parole?

That's pretty steep.

He's got no record
of violence.

He does now.

And the offer's
not going to hold.

We found him,
we'll find the others

with or without his help.

Life, death--

you choose.

It's Atwood... It's Carl Atwood.

The other guy
I only know as Ziv.

But he's the main guy, Atwood.

He's got the goods.

Where can we find him?

I don't know.

He lives in the Upper East
Side with his girlfriend.

Her name is Gia,
something Italian.

I got a cell phone
number on him.

The number.

Atwood and the girl,
they've been together long?

Yeah, I think so.

They got some act, those two.

Carl Atwood, 38--
priors for armed robbery,

assault,
home invasion robbery.

Convictions in
New York State

Pennsylvania, Florida
and Montreal.

Archambault prison?

Uh-huh-- 18 months for attempted
hijack of an armored truck.

Same time frame
as Carson.

Atwood was deported back here
six months ago.

Thank you, Canada.

What about the girl?

Nothing in the file.

That cell phone
number's cribbed.

Can we use it
to get Atwood?

The phone company can
triangulate a call to the phone.

We'll need a warrant.

I'll handle it.

Hey, it's me.

Passports are done.

Okay.

Yeah, man, they look good.

So, when's the deal going down?

Cell M-67, East Side,
north of 57th.

East Side, north of 57th.

I said I'd page you.

What are you doing calling me?

I-I'm watching Oprah,
and I'm eating Chee-tos
all day, man

you know, so I just need to know
how much longer.

A couple days.

East 62nd, 100 block.

East 62nd,
Park and Lex.

Get off the phone.

W-w-wait!

Um... I need to know

what birthdate to put
on her passport.

I thought you said
they were done.

Well, I mean,
I need to know what birthdate.

136 East 62nd.

136 East 62nd.

Figure it out.

These two, where do they live?

12-H.

Place is empty.

Check the stairwell
and basement.

Stay here.

Okay.

Don't move!

Up against the wall.

[panting]

He left you
in the lurch, Gia.

He left you to take the rap

for four murders.

That's a needle
in your arm.

You're letting him run?

You didn't run,
did you

when he was in...
prison up in Montreal

in prison with Michael Carson?

[knocking on door]

Your autopsies just
came in.

Thanks.

Sophie Kersten--

the daughter of the people
who lived in the apartment--

19 years old.

Uh, your boyfriend put
a bullet in her brain.

This is...

her boyfriend.

We think he was shot while
trying to protect her.

That's what boyfriends
are supposed to do.

Michael Carson.

The medical examiner
found evidence

of frequent anal sex.

This is Atwood's
preferred sexual act...

isn't it?

It's his way

of dominating his partner.

Have you been tested for AIDS?

Why should I?

Michael Carson
was HIV-positive

according to this,
for at least a year

during the time that
he and Atwood were
having relations.

It's not true.

Page four.

Would you like to get tested?

You are aware they had
a sexual relationship?

Your boyfriend was in prison
for a relatively short time

but he couldn't control
his sexual needs.

You blamed yourself, didn't you?

That you couldn't
hold on

to his loyalty and
desire for 18 months?

If I'm wrong in my evaluation,
Ms. DeLuca, please tell me.

He's betrayed you
before, hasn't he?

But he always came back
and you told yourself

it was because that you're
the one that he loves...

but he's never told you
that he loved you, has he?

Not in a way that would
make you believe him...

and he makes
demands on you--

demands during love-making

demands that leave you
unsatisfied

and you always submit which, for that
reason, he-he trusts you completely.

You submit because you
hope to earn his love

and loyalty.

Those hopes
can only remain unfulfilled

because Carl Atwood
is a narcissist.

He's incapable of loving you

or anyone else.

He seeks out partners
to satisfy his needs.

Ms. DeLuca, I-I have
to be honest with you.

There's virtually no chance
that you're not infected.

People with AIDS
rarely survive long
prison sentences.

The treatments in a
maximum-security prison are
limited

but if you
cooperate with us

we can take steps to improve
your long-term outlook.

I-It's...

You have given him
everything,
and...

this...

is how he repaid you.

This is Ms.
DeLuca's attorney.

I want to talk to her alone.

AIDS-- tough break.

Tougher if it was true.

You think she believed it?

We better come up
with another way
of finding Atwood.

We searched the apartment,
her purse--

no leads to him
or the merchandise.

What about the
other one, the,
uh, the Serbian?

Casten Zivkovic--
he's overstayed
his visa

along with a million
other people we can't find.

DEAKINS:
Let's release his

and Atwood's picture
in the media--

put some pressure on,
hope they slip up.

We got her.

This.

That's her blink.

You get in any trouble,
you call me.

Gia, you're not
out of the woods yet.

LEWIN:
You released her?

We made a deal with her.

She gives us Atwood
and the diamonds

she gets five years
minimum security

with full medical
treatment.

What's wrong with her?

Detective Goren convinced her
Atwood gave her AIDS.

That's how
we flipped her.

But you have her
under surveillance.

GOREN:
No.

She'll contact us.

It was the only way
we could get her
to cooperate.

She won't run,
Ms. Lewin.

Do you trust his judgment?

On this, yes, I do.

Should I trust yours?

54th, between Sixth and Seventh.

I told you they didn't
plant nothing on me.

Shut up. You're stupid
enough to get pinched

you're stupid enough
to let them put a
signal on you.

Well, then,
what are they waiting for?

Baby, trust me.

They let you go, you bitch.

What'd you do,
get on your knees

and give them
a hummer? Huh?

I told them
what they wanted to hear.

It doesn't matter.
It got me here with you.

They're the police.
They set you up.

They tried! They tried
to mess with my head!

They told me
that Carson's got AIDS

and that you
got the bug from him

and that you
gave it to me.

They think I bought it,
but I didn't.

I should get out now--
I should leave you

right here and get out.

Don't be like that, baby.

[whimpering]:
No...

Whatever you want,
I'll do it.

Come here...

You say you don't believe them.

Prove it.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

[ringing]

Yeah.

They'll be here
in 15 minutes.

Banco Nationale.

Aw, that's got
to be more money

than that whole country's worth.

Your turn.

Well, the furthest south
I've even been is Cancun.

Found some damn lizards
in my hotel room.

The maid said
they were good luck.

Must've worked,
'cause if this isn't luck...

I don't know what is.

I may not spend all this money
in my lifetime

but I'm going to try.

Drop the gun
and the bag.
Drop it!

You're under arrest,
Atwood.

You have the right
to remain...

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You stupid bitch.

We're both dead, anyway.
You killed us.

EAMES:
Think again, Gia.

You got a long and healthy life
ahead of you.

I lied. Sorry.

Let's go.

Once she got her hands
on this

why she didn't run...

It wasn't about that,
it was about him.

Men come and go,
but diamonds...

Diamonds don't keep
you warm at night.