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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.

I want the kind with the stars.

We only have noodles.

Do I have to go
to school tomorrow

if I'm still sick?

No, they'll just send you home.

I'm going to see
if Daddy read my e-mail.

COMPUTER:
Check your mail.

Who's sending Daddy mail?

"Sexyrita."

Who's that?

Don't open it.

Go wash up.

I'll get lunch ready.

Okay...

Go wash up now.

I'll be home by 6:30.

Why? What's wrong?

WOMAN:
Nothing.

I can hear it in your voice.

Just make sure
you're home on time.

These are the pension fund files

for the Mancuso meeting.

Everything okay?

-It's just Mandy.
-She's on a tear
about something.

Yeah, well, just
so you know

she called while
you were out.

She wanted the who, what,
where of your lunch hours

the last couple
of weeks.

I hope you told her.

I told her what
you tell me.

And I didn't mention
the woman who calls

and never leaves
her name.

Next time Mandy calls,tell her.

And tell herI told you to tell her.

Okay.

We can't be bulls
in the old china shop here.

One individual
has already resigned...

-I pulled the records,
-Mr. Mancuso.

You still have nearly a dozen people

whose status is questionable.

I'm not signing off on the audit

until this is rectified.

I understand
you have a job to do...

Just do your damn job.

There's no need for that
kind of language.

You prefer some other language?

How about kickbacks?

If you don't clean it up,
Mancuso

I'll bring in people who will.

There's nobody, Mandy, I swear.

Do I look like a stupid person?

I found your personal adon a Web Site.

You've had it thereat least a month.

That's not true.

That's not mine.

I printed it out.

Tell me that's
not you.

Mandy, I did not post this.

I called the bank.

That ad was paid
by electronic check

from our account, Ron.

Hello.

Sarah's finished her bath.

Come on, Billy,
it's time for bed.

Power company for the meter!

Oh, geez.

The couple's name is Sherwood,
Ron and Mandy.

He works in the City Comptroller's Office.

She's a part-time nurse.

Two kids in grammar school,
William and Sarah.

Any domestic violence calls?

No, never.

So he chased her down here
and into the kitchen.

We got what appears to be
defensive wounds on her arms.

One of the first swings
knocks her down.

Looks like she tries
to duck under the table

but he caught her in the back of the head.

The Luco brought up blood splatters

clear across the room.

There's a knife missing
out of the knife block.

You'll find it upstairs.

You guys mind stepping
off the carpet?

I want lots of photos
of the carpet

the different angles,
heights, okay?

They're over here.

This was the son,nine years old.

Suffocated with a pillow.

The little girl,
six years old.

Put the knife against his chest
and fell on it.

Suicide by stabbing.

Is there a note?

This whole house
is a note.

But this was in
his back pocket.

It's a personal ad
from a Web Site.

Sounds like it could
be Sherwood's.

Could be what started
the argument.

He kills his wife in a rage.

But the kids?

No, sir, they haven't made
a determination yet.

If it turns out it's a domestic
squabble gone haywire

we'll kick it back to the 1-0.

Yes, sir.

I swear I could hear him
breaking into a cold sweat.

On this budget crisis

the last thing
the mayor needs

is a scandal with one
of his accountants.

Sherwood seems ready-made
for the part.

Last year he got a desk
appearance ticket

for cruising prostitutes
on 26th Street.

Ron Sherwood's
parents are dead.

He has no siblings.

But Mandy Sherwood has a mother
and sister in Wisconsin.

Either of whom would've
been fit guardians for the kids.

-And?
-Men who kill their wives

usually only kill their kids

if there's nobody else left

to look after them.

That leaves not wanting
your kids to grow up

knowing their dad's
a murdering scum ball.

And that he cheated on their mom.

There were five e-mails from girlfriends

on his internet account--
two of them mentioned

play dates he had during his lunch hour

over the last month.

Make sure Mr. Sherwood
wasn't subsidizing his fun

with our tax dollars.

WOMAN:
Out of nowhere

Mrs. Sherwood just started
giving me the third degree

on where he spends
his lunch hour.

All I know is he didn't spend it with me.

Is there any reason
to believe

he wasn't just having lunch?

Well, a few times

some woman called and
wouldn't leave her name.

Did you tell Mrs. Sherwood about her?

No.

Because Mr. Sherwood asked you not to?

Well, no, actually,
he told me

next time Mrs. Sherwood
called to tell her.

What projects was he working on?

Audits. He was
under the gun

to trim budgets in
every department.

He hada lot on his mind.

Mr. Sherwood have
a problem with his back?

With his neck. Why?

Well, the bookcase is...

Oh, right. He had me empty
the top shelves

'cause he said it hurt
when he reached up.

EAMES: Sherwood's doctor said
he was still being treated

for a pinched nerve in his neck

and pain and weakness
in his left arm.

The M.E. doesn't think Sher
wood could've swung a bat

with enough force.

Where's your partner?

What are those lines?

Marks left on the carpet
by a vacuum cleaner.

They're all going toward the door.

Someone vacuumed this way

backing out towards the door

right out of the house.

The same pattern's
on the carpet

in the master
bedroom--

to the door and
out into the hallway.

Any chance it was done
before the killings?

There's no foot prints
on the carpet matching Sherwood

his wife, the kids.

The only prints
are from our personnel.

Prints that someone
didn't want us to see

belong to the people
who killed the Sherwoods.

Something wrong with the order,
Mr. Mancuso?

Uh, I don't like fish.
I don't like seafood.

You ought to eat fish.

Salmon, sardines...

they're filled
with omega three--

brain food.

That's why my girls eat fish.

Ms. Randolph, I have to tell you
I am extremely disturbed

about what happened.

It is disturbing.

How a man can lose touch
with his own soul

kills the people who love him.

If there are any
repercussions...

The only
repercussion is

if you lose touch with
-yourself,
-Mr. Mancuso.

I have to be home.

[ clears throat]:
Hold on.

Your doggie bag.

The vacuuming marks
on the carpets

didn't match the Sherwoods'
vacuum cleaner.

The one that was used
was larger

possibly an industrial model.

What about fingerprints?

Fingerprints in the house
belong to the family.

If anybody else
was here besides them

they didn't leave
anything behind.

You have Sherwood's shirt.

- Yeah.
- We found his blood on it, of course

and his wife's.

The bat?

Mandy Sherwood was down.

She was crawling
under the table.

If Sherwood had killed her,
he'd be standing

somewhere...right about here.

Ready for his next swing,he swings at her

like this...

her blood splashes back
toward him.

He'd have blood spatter
on the right inside sleeve

the lower front
of his shirt

and the lower part
of his left sleeve.

The table would've
blocked the blood

from going any higher
up on the left sleeve.

So... why is there blood spatter

up on his left shoulder?

There shouldn't be.

The blood was applied
to Sherwood's shirt

after Mandy Sherwood was killed.

They knew enough to know
there'd be blood spatter.

And they got
the general angle right...

everything except for
up on the left shoulder.

Staged murder scene.

Staged by somebody
who knows forensics

who knows procedure.

Cops.

I'm not witch-hunting cops
over a couple of blood spatters.

It's not just that.

The ticket Sherwood got
for cruising hookers--

the officer who wrote it
conveniently

passed away six months ago

of a heart attack.

People die.

Nobody's been able
to find the paperwork

and nobody can locate
a copy of the affidavit.

Then there's Sherwood'spen pals

from the personals Web Site.

They're all dummy accounts

paid for with cribbed credit cards

We're being gas lighted...
by professionals.

They needed
to get rid of Sherwood.

They invented a cover story:

the sex-obsessed milquetoast
who slaughters his family

and suicides himself

in an orgy
of shame and guilt.

Cops killing a whole family.

Planting a summons

on our system is a tall order
for a civilian.

Cops it is.

Somewhere along the line...

Sherwood got on their bad side.

MAN: None of Sherwood's audits
touched on the police department.

The biggest fish he was frying was the
Tax Assessor's Office.

Sherwood probably wasn't killed
by a bunch of tax assessors.

What about this memo here

to the city pension department?

That was in connection
with an audit he was doing

with the city's
school security division.

Some of their security officers
were retired city workers.

Some of the city workers
in this memo are retired cops.

I know what Sherwood
was looking for.

Double dippers.

My old man got in trouble
for doing it.

When he retired from the
force,he got a job

with the city parks working
with kids.

He was drawing a pension
from the city

while working full-time
for the city.

That's a no-no.

It's cops and money.

MAN:
I had two meetings

with Mr. Sherwood.

I like to keep
things agreeable

but he was fists up
right from the start.

Right.

What's so disagreeable

about ex-cops taking
the city for a ride?

I'm sorry?

The double dipping,
Mr. Mancuso.

We got that all sorted out.

I asked the individual involved
for his resignation.

-EAMES:
-Any fines or restitution?

No.

I made a determination
it was unnecessarily punitive.

That's awfully agreeable of you.

What about the other
dozen security officers

whose pension records
Sherwood was examining?

Those were just clerical errors.

Forms that hadn't been properly
filled out.

Well, you must be a very...
uh... uh...

agreeable guy
to work for, Mr. Mancuso.

I like to think of myself
as fair.

These are brave men

who put their lives on
the line for the city.

They deserve the benefit
of the doubt.

If you don't mind

we'd like the name
of the brave man who resigned.

Those pension rules

are a bunch of crap.

My partner's with you
on that.

My old man got caught in the
same bind.

No kidding.

Except he had to pay back nearly 50
grand to the city.

How'd you get
away clean?

Clean nothing.

I gave up a good job.

All I got now's the pension.

It hasn't kept you
from living large, Phil.

What do you got in here?

Prime rib.

Wow, is that a lobster

wiggling around
down there?

Look, get out of my stuff.

What is this?
This is a $50 bottle of wine.

Here's what we
think, Mr. Legrand.

You and your double-dipping
buddies were

kicking back your wages
to Mancuso.

But when Sherwood started
sniffing around

Mancuso got nervous.

He needed to throw
Sherwood a bone.

You guys drew straws,you came up short

and now, your buddies
are taking care of you.

But one
resignation

wasn't enough
for Sherwood, right?

So your buddy boys
did something about him.

You guys.

I'm wanted to make dinner for
my girlfriend, all right?

I couldn't afford
what she likes

so she gave me the money
for these groceries.

That's whose
taking care of me.

So now that I've
humiliated myself

why don't you take
your Mutt and Jeff act

off my property?

Gee, I need a hankie.

Don't feel too
sorry for him.

Did you see this?

"Sullivan River
Homeowner's Association"?

Somebody's got himself
a nice home in the country.

He's made more
recent purchases.

Brand-new trailer hitch
for a boat-- a big one.

Dealer's name's on it.

Phil isn't
handling it well.

I heard it
in his voice.

Those detectives
rattled him.

Maybe he ought to take his
boat out on the river

and calm himself down.

I don't know, Terry.

CSU is still crawling all
over the Sherwood place.

I know all about that.

Now stop your worrying.

It's like what I tell my girls.

Don't suffer future pain.

Take care of business
here and now.

-Hola.
-Here he comes.

Hold on, hold up.
Stay right there.

Hold up!

Hey, officer.

Terry, chill!

You chill, moron.

You're late. Now, come on.

-Come on,
-I got detention.

You're going to be in
permanent detention

if you don't wise up.

You're a day late.
Now let's go.

-I got it.
-I got it.

That's my working capital.

That's a fine you pay for trying to
duck me, amigo.

Damn, lady,you ain't even a real cop.

But you're a real
dope dealer

and I am a badge

and I have the authority
to arrest you

pacify you,
and mess you up

and that's before

I turn you over
to the real cops.

You and your colleagues live
and breathe at my pleasure.

Remember that.

-MAN:
-Stolen right out
of his driveway?

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Mr. Legrand took delivery
just a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, it's a shame. We need a copy

of the sales contract for our report.

Sure.

He bought a 30-footer.

All the amenities
you can imagine.

How much?

Uh, just under a hundred grand.

- How did he pay?
- Oh, installments.

How many
installments?

Well, I'd have
to look at the contract.

Off the top of
your head, uh, Mel.

More than one
installment?

[ laughs]

Yeah, of course.

Less than ten?

Could be.

Is it check
or cash, Mel?

I, uh, don't really...

You don't really?

He doesn't really.

We'll just assume
it was cash.

When was the last
payment made?

Yesterday.

Has it been
deposited yet?

Uh, there's a chance

that it could be
in the safe still.

[ clears throat]
Let's take a look.

Okay.

Our lab took a look at the cash
you gave the boat dealer.

They found traces of Ecstasy and Ketamine.

High school party drugs, Phil.

What were you doing,
selling drugs to the kids

you were getting
paid to protect?

I know the drill.
I don't have to say anything.

Forget about the drugs.

Forget about the cash.

All you need to remember
is the number four.

Four murders.

Four... counts of conspiracy.

Four bites at the death penalty.

I want my lawyer.

Who went in their house, Phil?

I want to go back to my cell.

It wasn't him.

He doesn't have the front for it.

GOREN: 26 years on
the force

you never got
out of the back.

You took the sergeant's
exam once.

You never finished it.

Yeah.

Everything in...
in your file says...

worker bee.

So who gave you orders?

I want to go back to my cell

or I'm going
to file a complaint.

EAMES: Phil, do you see what's
happening to you here?

Don't you want to get
out from under this?

Just tell us
you had nothing

to do with
this directly

and we'll go
with that.

Just talk to us.

I want to go back to my cell.

He's been around
the dance floor too often.

The search team called

from his place
up in the Catskills.

They found another
hundred grand in cash.

They've got a very enterprising
crew of security guards.

[ gunshot]

We need an EMS teamup here right away.

What the hell happened here?

We just got the cuffs
off, Captain.

He just grabbed my weapon out
of the holster

and blew
himself away.

There was nothing I could do.

Okay, Johnson, just go out
and sit in the squad room.

No, sir,
I take full responsibility.

Things are going to get
real pleasant around here

so, if you have any good news
now's the time to share it.

We're looking for someone
with an alpha personality

with the organizational skills
to plan the Sherwood murders

and the ruthlessness
to carry them out

the knowledge to...

plant disinformation
about Sherwood.

Maybe it's someone
with a military background.

There is a platoon dynamic here.

When they cut Legrand loose,
they took care of him

by giving him cash and a new boat.

Legrand repaid that loyalty
by killing himself.

"Death before dishonor."

Come on, this guy was afraid of spending
the rest of his life in jail.

You read his file. As a cop,
the guy was... average.

They'll probably all turn out
to have average service records.

Cops who feel...they never got their due.

Who feel they need to prove something.

They decided to be
the best bad cops they could be.

Then smoke the bastards out.

-EAMES:
-This guy got forensic experience
when he was on the force.

He goes here.

Here's a Desert
Storm veteran.

This guy got suspended from the department

for procedural mistakes.

A disaffected cop--he's got potential.

So does this one--
three years in the marines.

12 years on the force,
retired on a disability

with the rank
of sergeant.

He took courses
in computers.

He was attached at various times
to two CSU teams.

Kept getting turned down

for a spot on the
detective bureau.

Terry Randolph.

He's been at the school's security
almost two years.

He was Phil Legrand's
supervisor.

Well, here's one reason

why Randolph might have
been denied for detective.

Terry Randolph's a woman.

Funny how that detail

escaped your powers
of observation.

We need to talk to whoever
was her rabbi on the force.

VAN BUREN: I haven't been in touch
with Terry for many years.

How'd you hook up with her?

I gave a class
at the academy.

She was a recruit

with more questions
than I had answers.

A year later, she called me

for a recommendation
to a street crime unit.

I saw in her file

she volunteered for a lot of overtime.

Did she have money pressures?

She was a single mother
with two kids.

What about
on the job?

You said she
was in a hurry.

She like quick fixes?

She was efficient, very territorial.

To get respect from the street

she would pick out the baddest
homeboy on the corner

put the bracelets on him

then take him to a quiet place
for a beatdown.

Why are you
investigating her?

The Sherwood
family murders.

There's a connection
to corruption

in the school security division.

Well, I know she's a hothead

but I can't imagine
Terry would be involved

with anything like that.

Terry was a smart,
driven young officer

who was denied
advancement--

a promotion that would
have brought her a raise.

That breeds bitterness,
a sense of entitlement.

I know it does.

I'd always hoped that Terry
wouldn't be defeated by it.

[ knock at door]
Excuse me.

Randolph's hita lot of narcs.

Not to mention
she's territorial.

Let's go mark up
her territory.

Listen,
I don't know no Phil Legrand.

Hey, I don't even
mess around with dope.

We just saw you hand off a blunt
to one of your buddies.

It was a cigarette,
I swear.

A cigarette, huh?

You're indeep serious now, kid.

Those things will kill you.

Heads up.

-[ yelling]:
-You don't spit out a name

in the next five seconds,
I'm going to play dodge ball

with your head!

What is going on here?

Official business.

We're interviewing
witnesses.

Nobody notified the
security division

you'd be interviewing witnesses
on school property.

Oh... I didn't know we needed to
check with the security guards.

Security officers.

The security officers.

A sergeant,
no less.

Cluster Sergeant Terry Randolph.

You were Phil Legrand's
supervisor.

Yes, ma'am.

Thanks for your help, kid.

You lay off the smokes.

Can we talk to
you about Phil?

All I can tell you
is Legrand did his job well.

About his psychological
problems, I can't say.

Actually, uh... Randolph,
he had other problems.

Detective, I prefer
being addressed by my rank.

Cluster Sergeant.

Sergeant Randolph, Legrand

was involved
in drug dealing.

I'm surprised to hear that.

It went on right
under your nose.

Right. Well,
you talk to her.

Sergeant, we'd
appreciate

any guidance
you can give us.

Huh! "Guidance!" Could you
tell your partner

I'm a 12-year veteran
of the NYPD?

That I attained the rank
of sergeant.

[ Goren laughing]

-Look at you now.
-Goren, knock it off.

Go ahead and laugh

but I got a record
to stand on.

Since I took over

crime on school property
in my district

has dropped 50 percent.

It's just good timing.

It's respect, Detective.

I know how to earn it.

I earned it from these kids.

Nice talking to you, ma'am.

She earned respect.

I wonder which bad homeboy
she beat down to earn it?

MAN: Rudy Suarez
is still an open case.

Now, you didn't mention
it in your phone call

but I got you the
autopsy anyway.

We like to kid the school
security people around

but you got to admit
they've done a good job--

especially Terry Randolph.

The crime statistics don't lie.

It doesn't hurt
that Rudy Suarez

the baddest dope dealer
in her high schools

was killed last year.

Yeah, right, shot
in his bedroom

with his girlfriend,
execution-style.

It's the way the locals
take each other out.

You see it in the movies.

The living room
carpet was vacuumed.

And look.

On the kitchen floor.

Somebody sprayed Luco
on the floor

looking for blood evidence.

Yeah, well, CSU did that.

-GOREN:
-This report says
that CSU sprayed Luco

in the bedroom.

It says they sprayed it
in the bathroom.

Doesn't say they sprayed it
in the kitchen.

Randolph and her crew
killed Suarez.

That's how she got a handle

on the dope trade
in her schools.

They killed Sherwood
and his family

because his
investigation

might have uncovered the dope dealing and
the Suarez murders.

The only thing you got in common
between the murders

is a vacuumed rug.

Uh, there's also
Luco crystal violet.

Randolph might have sprayed it
in the kitchen

at the Suarez place

when she was cleaning up
the murder scene.

She also used itat the Sherwood home.

Forensics went back and found Luco

where it hadn't been sprayed
by our people.

GOREN: Luco is made
in batches.

Each batch has unique
chemical characteristics.

When we find out which batch
Randolph's Luco belongs to

we can trace it through the serial
numbers on the cans.

We just need Luco samples

from all the CSU teams
she trained with.

I'll get a 49
up to the Chief of Detectives.

All it needs is your signature.

I'm not going to discuss it with you.

Until I say different

you are too young to wear lipstick.

But Nyisha wears... Nyisha's a
neighborhood girl.

If I wanted you
to be a neighborhood girl

I'd send you to a
neighborhood school.

Your mother works hard
to pay for your school.

You should be thankful.

I don't want
gratitude.

I want them to have
opportunities I didn't have.

Now, there's nothing special
about a girl who wears lipstick

and you and your sister
are special girls

who have a claim on every
special thing in this world.

Hmm?

Now, go wash up.

[ phone ringing]

Yes?

Yes, hello.

Repeat that again.

No, I'm sure it's just routine.

Thanks for telling me.

Oh, how's your granddaughter?

That's good to hear.

Thank you.

Mama, I'm going to the store.

EAMES:
Which one of you's Arliss?

I am.

We need to see your
supply of Luco.

Sure, I got cans in my kit
here and in the van.

You ever work with Terry Randolph?

She was a patrol officer.

I might.

I don't know.

Her service record says
you did a six-month

training stint with her in '96.

Could be.

These cans are the
wrong batch numbers.

Same here.

You just get these cans?

Yeah. I ran out
a couple of days ago.

The quartermaster's
records say

you should have
at least eight cans left

with this batch number.

[ slams case]

Must be a clerical mistake.
Sorry.

"Clerical mistake" my ass.

She got to him.

According to the supply records

Arliss got his new cans
of Luco on Wednesday.

Which means he was tipped-off
Tuesday or Wednesday morning.

Which means the
leaks are coming

from somewhere
in this building.

I checked who the requisition went to

in the Chief of Detectives' Office

besides, of course,the
Chief of Detectives.

Well, I can vouch
for his assistant.

Denise? You dog!

I need tracking information
on requisition number 2436-17

sent last Tuesday.

Who in your office handled
that requisition?

Spell that.

Thank you.

Randolph's file.

There.

Go for a walk?

Meet Cecilia Wang...

aka, "Deep Throat."

EAMES: Randolph pinched
her granddaughter

in a drug sweep four years ago.

The charges were dismissed
after Randolph didn't show up

to testify at
the grand jury.

Randolph did hera favor.

And Mrs. Wang's
paying it back.

Bring Mrs. Wang in.

Threaten her with--
off the top of my head--

I can think of a dozen
statutes she's violated.

The most we'll get
from her

is that she tipped off Terry Randolph

about the requisition
for Luco samples.

Then put that CSU technician
through the ringer

or the head of the school
security division-- Mancuso.

Besides the fact we have
no leverage against him

I doubt they have any first hand
knowledge of the murders.

All they could offer is hearsay.

Then find Randolph's
accomplices, the other ex-cops.

Accomplice testimony
with no corroboration?

The drug dealers
they've been shaking down?

Witness credibility problems.

You'd make a hell of
a defense attorney.

Hey... Randolph's
the main domino.

We make her fall, they all fall.

And the best way--
the most certain way--

is if she implicates herself.

And you have a plan?

It speaks to your
good character

you have qualms
about this scheme.

You already have a
legitimate search warrant.

Why do you need me to phony
up official documents?

Lieutenant,
I knew you'd have concerns

about the legality
of this plan.

I'm here to assure you
we're on solid ground.

I have concerns
that you're going after

the wrong person for murder.

Well, this is one way
to find out, isn't it?

MOTHER: Be careful
over there.

I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

No argument here.

Nice house.

How'd you swing it?

That's none of
your business.

Just an innocent question.

There's nothing innocent about
that baby face.

I had savings from
my late husband

and Terry had savings.

That's how we
paid for it.

We're done.

The place is clean.

I'm not done yet.

Your girls...

they go to Maryhill.

That's ten, 15,000 a year
for each.

How do you afford it?

If something's important
enough,you find a way.

We're very frugal.

Oh...

[ chuckles]

My partner's a miser.
I'm frugal.

And neither of us
could afford a house

two kids at a private school...

You're not that frugal.

You buy nice clothes.

Pay full price.

Nothing in your size
is ever on sale.

You buy good-quality accessories

like that leather case.

You're not married,
so you spend money on dates.

You like good food.

You have someone in to clean
your apartment every week.

You're smart, have lots
of interests and hobbies

and you spend a fortune on them.

I don't wonder that you don't
have money for a house.

I wonder how you make subway
fare, the way you spend money.

Wow.

That's pretty good, Randolph.

But you... you didn't answer
my question.

How can she afford
private school?

You leave my mother alone.

Where does the
money come from?

She works hard.

She murders dope dealers
and steals their money.

She murdered
a whole family.

That's enough.

Where does she
-keep the cash?EAMES:
-Goren...

Just tell me where
she keeps the cash. Goren!

I need to talk to you.

-[ quietly]:
-You're out of line.

She's a disgrace
to the uniform.

We're hitting dead ends.

Doesn't that tell you something?

We're not wrong
about her.

You heard what they said at
the two-seven.

EAMES: We're done
here, okay?

We're going.

I'm sorry for my partner.

There's no reason for animosity.

You know, I still have

a lot of friends in the department.

Well, watch your back.

-VAN BUREN:
-To: Ronald Carver,
District Attorney's Office.

-In re:
-Sherwood family murders.

Per your request,
I reviewed my files

concerning Terry Randolph
and discovered

incriminating information
pertinent to your investigation.

You can access this information
on the department database

under archive number 74772.

Signed, Lieutenant
Anita Van Buren, 27th precinct.

Cover copy
to the Chief of Detectives.

It's Cecilia.

You're asking
about correspondence

from the 27th precinct?

I found one.

Evening, Morris.

Got everything
locked down?

-Yes, ma'am.
-I just did my rounds.

All right. I have to
check up on you now.

I'll be back in 15.

[ siren wailing over computer]

[ cuffs clicking]

[ door slams open]

That's your virtual arrest.

And this is
your actual one.

This is a mistake.

I didn't do anything.

You stole a confidential police file.

That's grand larceny--an
overt act in furtherance

of a conspiracy to commit murder.

You see,one of my hobbies

is studying the laws
you were once paid to enforce.

[ sighs]

It's, uh, surprisingly cheap.

Please, don't take
my girls away from me.

I did it for them.

I sacrificed everything
for them.

The Sherwood family
sacrificed their lives--

four innocent lives.

Two children you smothered
with the same hands

you tuck your daughters
in bed with at night.

I don't know if it's
a good thing or a bad thing

that you won't be around
as a role model

for them anymore.

The best intentions.