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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'll be home home late tonight.

That makes two of us.

Are you still sleepy?

I thought we took care of that.

Morning, Alma.
I left you a note.

Okay.

The civic leaders in Evian
will brief you

on the impact to their city.

Paris.

You have to fly there
to catch a train to Evian.

Your vote is an opportunity
to right historical wrongs.

Paris Opera Ballet.

How'd you know
my wife likes ballet?

Well, she contributes to the
Brooklyn Ballet, doesn't she?

Very considerate, Jay.

You this good to your wife?

Your attention, please.

Passengers may now board
the 10:27 train to Baltimore...

Hello?

Yes, they just called the train.

Oh, you're here?

Uh, no, no, it's fine.

What hotel?

Okay.

That covers the radio spots,
the phone banks, and my hours.

I guess it'll seem like peanuts
when we're up and running.

Chief.

It's a small price to pay to
reclaim your rightful future.

What, are you
going gospel on me?

Where did you tell him
you were today?

I'm having a root canal.
Can't you tell?

I hate to kick you out, but--

I can take a hint.

Hey, sweetie,
just checking in.

I'm leaving for the Garden
in half an hour.

I'll see you around 7:00.
Love you.

Hey.

This?

Works for me.

How about this?

Gimme five.

The NABC,

the National Association of
Basketball Coaches...

How are you?

Meet Paula Kendall, age 31.

Her husband Jay said he foundher when he came home from work

around 7:00.

Said they were both
late coming home.

You should see him.

His shirt's covered in blood.

Is there any marks on him?

Not that I saw.
EMS is checking him out.

Assuming it's the husband.

What about a burglar?

No evidence of that.

No ransacking either.

Just the mess you see here.

Her shield was in her briefcase
over by the door.

Along with her weapon.

Agent Kendall.
United States Secret Service.

When they show up,
come find us.

Coat on the floor,
blood on the door.

Looks like she had
just gotten home.

No defensive wounds.

Somebody with her kind oftraining not to put up a fight?

Hey, guys.

Let's get this couch up.

One swing of this would
put a hole in anybody's head.

Her hair.

There's a brown hair
caught in her wedding band.

Probably hers.

Maybe she took it off.

Maybe he put it
back on her in a hurry.

Hey.

She got a car?

I'm betting this isn't
what Agent Kendall wears

to protect the president.

EMS is done with the husband.

Put him in a patrol car and
have him brought to our squad.

Okay,

If we think she was having anaffair, maybe he thought so too.

Here comes the cavalry.

Special Agent Putney.

I was Agent Kendall's
supervisor.

Detective Barek.
This is Detective Logan.

Major Case Squad.

We're very sorry
about Agent Kendall.

Thank you.

Who found her?

Her husband.

And we're going to need to knowabout her activities today,

if you don't mind.

We'll want to talk
to her husband.

He's in the house.

Go ahead.

What?

Um.

I held her in my arms
when I found her.

That's how her blood
got on me.

We still have to test it
in case evidence transferred

from your wife to you.

Were you late coming home
from work?

Yeah, um...

I was at a college game
at the Garden.

You were playing hooky
from work, huh?

It was work.

I'm a lobbyist.

Um, someone was hosting
a hospitality suite.

I left when the game ended.

You told one of
the other detectives

that your wife
came home late.

How do you know?

Paula told me this morning
she'd be late.

She was Secret Service, so
she never game me any details.

Who knew she was Secret Service?

Just the close family.

It's not something
we told people.

That must have been tough.

Not knowing what she was doing
day to day, where she was...

I accepted it.
She loved her job.

But she was an attractive
young woman working

with a lot of guys.

Paula and I were very happy.

You called 911 as soon
as you found her?

Yeah.

Well, uh, no.

I mean, I tried to revive her.

Then I called.

Just that one call, huh?

No.
I couldn't get through.

I had to call back.

11 minutes later.

I just--

I just held onto her.

I couldn't let her go.

Um, I need to call her family.

I don't like that gap
between the 911 calls.

I just got a call from
the chief of D's

about my detectives giving
the runaround

to the Secret Service.

Didn't I give you
my speech about catching

more flies with honey?

Because I know
your partner's heard it.

Gee, uh--

I'm not authorized
to discuss the nature

of Agent Kendall's work.

As I understand the guidelines,
you're not authorized

unless her work's material
to our investigation.

There's no reason
to believe it is.

Oh, so you just want us
to take your word for it?

My detectives found a change ofclothes in Agent Kendall's car.

The kind a woman might wear
to meet a lover.

They also think she took off
her wedding ring

at some point today.

We hope it's related
to her work.

'Cause otherwise it paints
a tawdry picture

of one of your agents.

Kendall was participating in
a credit card fraud sting.

She was undercover today meetingwith a suspect in a hotel.

What was her cover?

Credit card company employee.

She sold the suspect a databaseof half a million card numbers.

Her and her husband, Jay.

How were things between them
as far as you know?

Good.

That was my impression.

He said she was gonna be home
late tonight.

She had a meeting with
a potential informant at a bar

in Midtown.

A female in her 20s.
That's all we know.

Kendall went alone.

She was a brave lady.

We'll do right by her.

You keep us in the loop.
We'll do the same.

That was a big help.

No offer to look at her work
files, desk--nothing.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Meantime, you have
her briefcase.

Whatever else she left
in her house.

Well, it looks like it's just
the husband's stuff.

Maid doesn't clean up
very well.

What do you got?

Something in her date book

about the meeting
with the informant.

A name. Amanda.

The rest is
the usual Federal B.S.

Paper-clipped requisitions
in triplicate.

Hmm.
This package?

The address is right, but
the name says "Joseph Dwyer."

Custom label says
it's printed material.

That doesn't sound right.

All right.

Hydroponic indoor
grow-light system.

Well, back in the day there was
only one thing you grew indoors,

and it wasn't tomatoes.

Joseph Dwyer is 72 years old.

For the last two months,
he's been in the hospital

recovering from a stroke.

As far as his housekeeper knows,
he has not taken up gardening.

Well, the company sent out
hydroponic supplies

charged to Dwyer's credit card
to six houses on this street.

The only houses that
weren't hit were that one,

with the tricycle
in front of it,

and that one.

Check out the skateboard.

I'm guessing that
Junior got ahold of

Mr. Dwyer's credit card.

The police were already at
the Kendalls' when I got home.

Jud rolled in an hour later.

So, you see, there was no one
home to witness anything.

Where were you, Jud?

Doing your good deeds?

We heard he's been
helping old man Dwyer

since he went
in the hospital.

Who? You?

Yeah, he picks up
Mr. Dwyer's deliveries.

They keep getting sent
to the wrong addresses.

Old man Dwyer's gotten into
hydroponic gardening.

Oh, what now, Jud?

You ordered that stuff?

Why, to grow pot?

How much money
did you waste?

He uses Mr. Dwyer's
credit card.

Why, you little punk.

The last package was delivered
yesterday to the Kendalls'.

I bet you were watching
from right there.

You saw Paula Kendall
come home?

Did you know
she was Secret Service?

What happened, Jud?

Did she threaten
to arrest you and you panicked?

No!

I-I--

I never touched her.

I never talked to her.
I just--

I just watched.

Oh, for God's sake, Jud.
Stop lying.

Hold on.

You say you watched.

What'd you see, Jud?

I saw a man kill her.

I was gonna ring the bell,
but I heard noises,

and I looked in the window...

and this guy was hitting her,
and blood was flying everywhere.

Can you tell us
what he looked like?

No, he was wearing
some kind of uniform,

like a-a gas company guy.

Did she come home alone?

Uh-huh.

She put her car in the garage,

and it's like she forgot
something.

I think she got a-a ring
out of this pink bag,

and then she went
in the house.

After the beating,
what happened?

I don't know.

I ran away.

I got scared
maybe he saw me.

Now wait a minute, you saw
her put a ring on

from all the way over here?

I mean, it was dark out.

No.

I-it was still light.
Just before 5:00.

Before 5:00.

You sure about that?

That's two hours earlier

than when the husband
expected her home.

Maybe the informant never
showed up for the meeting,

so she went home.

If the intruder was
already in the house,

he probably
didn't expect her.

He wasn't there to kill her.

He was after something else.

I've known Jay and Paula

since the day they met
in my poli-sci class.

They were young then
and passionate idealists.

Though Jay chose politics
to fight for the causes

he believes in,

Paula chose a different arena

in which to defend
our great institutions.

Though, like most of you,
it was only upon her death

that I found out she joined
the Secret Service,

it came as no surprise.

To our Paula.

To Paula.

Hey.

Anything you need,
just let us know.

I'm very sorry, brother.

She was a beautiful lady.

Thank you, Chief.

Jay, there's no justice to it.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Congressman.

Mr. Kendall.

I'm here to convey the
condolences of Mr. Sam Cartegna.

Uh...please send him
my gratitude.

Well, 5:00
is blackout time for burglars.

People are coming home,
the neighborhood's busy.

They might've been
after information

on Agent Kendall's
investigations.

According to Secret Service,

all her sensitive files
were locked up at work.

Except there were files piled up
on a desk in the den.

Looked like they were put
together in a hurry, huh?

Here's a computer plug,
but no computer.

Most of the stuff was
the husband's.

He's a lobbyist.

See what pies
he has his fingers in.

Hartson Technologies.

Keepers of Glen Eagle Bay.

Alliance for a Just Society.

You know, I could
eat for a month

on what this guy spends
on one lunch.

170 bucks at the Four Seasons.

200 bucks at the 21 Club.

But get this.

Twice a week he goes all the way
out to Rogerstown, Long Island,

and blows 20 bucks
at the Southend Diner.

Think it's
the grilled cheese?

I think we've been made.

Yeah, but as what?

We're not far from
the Peconic Indian reservation.

Talk about feeling like
a stranger in your own country.

Who? Them or us?

Coffee?

Yes, thank you.

Smells good, uh?

We've been going
through the Hamptons.

Every place we stopped at,
they tried to sell us

that...decaf latte soy crap.

You'll like
our prices better too.

Yeah, well, good.

Hey, uh, you mind answering
a few questions?

You guys are city cops, right?

I knew it.

Hey, Annie,
you owe me a buck!

She thought
you were county cops.

Do you remember
this guy?

Yeah, egg white omelet.

Our cook doesn't normally
make stuff like that,

but he did on account
he was the the Chief.

-The Chief?
-Chief Johnson.

Our tribal Chief.

Remember what
they were talking about?

Sure.
The casino.

You getting a casino out here?

They're working on it.

Those fancy people
in their beach mansions

are gonna be real mad.

I'm gonna be a blackjack dealer.

Excuse me.

A casino in the Hamptons.

Jay Kendall's new cause.

That's just what they need.

An addiction-driven economy.

Hey, it's better
than no economy at all.

I don't remember
the Peconic tribe

being on
Kendall's client list.

Weren't the Keepers of
Glen Eagle Bay his clients?

Look at that.
Glen Eagle Hall.

Bingo every weekend.

Couldn't the Keepers be
the Peconic Tribe?

Kendall doesn't want people to
know he's lobbying for a casino.

It might rub his rich clients
the wrong way.

Not just the clients.

What about the competition?

You got the Mohegans
in Connecticut.

You got Trump and his pals
down in Atlantic City.

And then closer to home?

The Masuccis and
their gambling interests.

We've been tracking the mob
activity in Suffolk County

related to this Indian
gaming initiative.

We expected them
to put a bite on the tribe

for a piece of the action.

But, my guys,
they found this.

Hamptons Heritage Society.

It sounds like they'd
be against the casino.

They are.

Last month, they get
a $50,000 contribution

from a Mr. Donald Miloknay.

Miloknay's a lawyer whose
sole client is Sam Cartegna,

the Masucci underboss.

It's a disgrace how the
Peconics have been oppressed.

All of the broken treaties--

But a casino
isn't the answer.

Well, I'm sure their casino
will give them better odds

than they had.

It's a safety issue.

Our children ride their bikes
down the street.

Well, you're worried
about crime,

but you'd take money
from a mob lawyer.

Don't be ridiculous.

Mr. Donald Miloknay?

We spoke on
the phone numerous times.

He didn't strike me as--

Well, next time ask him
who his clients are.

I think I better speak
to our attorney.

Excuse me.

These anti-gambling flyers,

they're paid for by
Alliance for a Just Society.

That was on
Kendall's client list.

He's lobbying for a casino
and against it.

He's playing the cowboys
and the Indians.

Due to a scheduling conflict,
I won't be able to join

the fact-finding trip
to France.

Well, you can always
reschedule.

No.

I think it's best
we let our association cool

for the time being.

This unfortunate circumstance
with your wife is attracting

too much attention to you.

I've got everything
under control.

Do you, Jay?

You're "gimme fives"
are not going to keep

your boat from sinking.

And if I so much as get
my hair wet, my young friend...

Well, you get the idea.

Thank you for coming in.

The Alliance for a Just Society
is a front

that Kendall's using to funnel
money to anti-gambling groups.

He's building up
the opposition.

More opposition
the Peconic tribe runs into,

the more they need him.

And the more money
they pay him.

He's been billing them
half a million a month.

Get this.

He's also been making
contributions

to Congressman Bellingham's
re-election campaign.

Park Slope Pete.

What's his stake in this?

He's on a congressional
committee for Indian gaming.

The Peconics need him
on their side

to push through their casino.

Here's Congressman Bellingham on
a fact-finding tour of casinos

in London.

And here he is in Macau
last November

on another fact-finding
mission.

You'd think he could find
his facts closer to home.

Macau.

I think Kendall's got a charge

on his credit card in Macau.

Yup.

November 23rd, $12,000 charge
for the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

MCU.
Short for Macau.

$3,000 charge at
the golf course.

Also in Macau.

Maybe Kendall went
to Macau with the Congressman.

Except Kendall's got a charge
at the Waldorf bar on the 22nd.

One at the Carnegie Deli
on the 24th.

I don't think you can get back
and forth to Macau in one day.

So it means he sprung
for the Congressman's hotel

and green fees.

Or we can add bribery
to Kendall's bag of tricks.

Playing everyone
against each other.

That's a game
that can blow up in your face.

And get somebody killed.

I keep the lines of
communication open

on both sides
of the...gaming issue.

I've always been
a bridge builder.

Anyway, my work
has nothing to do

with Paula's murder.

Well, actually we think

that someone was in there
looking for information on you.

And your wife walked
in on them.

You didn't notice that
your home office was searched?

No.
No, I didn't see that.

I was with Paula, and then--

Well, I haven't
been home since.

You're staying at a hotel?

That's a change, huh?

Staying at the hotel
that you're actually paying for?

We were looking at your credit
card statements at the charges.

Macau, London--all for
Congressman Bellingham.

Those are fact-finding
missions,

to study the socio-economic
impact of casinos

on their local communities.

Did you tell anyone
that you and your wife

were gonna be home late?

No, no.
I had no reason to.

Just one more thing.

Do you think get
your assistant to give us

a list of your clients?

Yeah.

Sally, can you get me
a client list?

There's blood on the laptop.
It might be his wife's.

Excuse me, Mr. Kendall, we're
gonna need two copies of that.

His shirt was soaked
in her blood.

If that's the computer
from the den,

he would have
gotten blood on it

when he took it
out of the house.

Well, no computer.

Took it out
before we got there.

Yeah, well what about that gap
between those 911 calls?

Maybe he was cleaning up
the den.

He didn't want us to know
someone was in there

trying to get dirt on him.

Yeah, Kendall might be
hiding something other

than a couple of hotel bills.

This guy wants some
attention.

Excuse me.

You retired from the job?

Yeah.
I took a bullet in the shin.

A week ago last Friday,

you happen to know who was
working the night shift?

I was.

That was the night Mr. Kendall's
wife got killed, right?

Sorry, I got--
I got big ears.

You know, he got in
that night around 12:00.

Well, like you said,
his wife was killed.

Couldn't go home.

Maybe he came here
to crash in his office.

Well, he took a couple of
heavy bags out of his trunk.

And then later, there
was a light on in that room

where they keep
their shredder.

That sucker sounded
like it was going full blast.

No kidding.

You happen to know where they,
uh, take the shredded material?

Sure, they got this private
company comes by every Thursday

to pick it up.

You're kidding, right?

There's no way I can make
these CDs readable again.

Blood on the laptop
is Paula's.

Any luck here?

Detective Logan thinks all we
need is a pot of Elmer's glue

and a pitcher of margaritas--

Yeah, yeah.
Now you're talking.

I always liked jigsaw puzzles.

First word
could be millennium.

S-T...studies.

Millennium Studies?

That's very impressive, Barek.

"The Millennium Studies Center
is an international think tank

under the high-powered
directorship

of futurists, Victor Fergus
and Stephen Talbot."

They've been coming up with big
ideas for the Peconic tribe?

And big fees.

$17 million in the last year,

according to
their last tax filing.

Where are the Peconics getting
this money?

Banks.

Once the casinos
are up and running,

they'll make it back in a month.

Over half the discs Kendall
shredded were labeled

Millennium Studies Center.

This is the big secret
he didn't want us to know.

Well, now we know about it.
Pay 'em a visit.

Well, they're address
is a mail drop in Midtown.

On their tax return, they claim
business deductions, don't they,

like office rent?

Check the return
for an address.

This is the Millennium
Studies Center.

Yeah Officers, this is it.

And the high-powered
futurists--

Uh, Victor Fergus--

Stephen Talbot...that's you.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Jay asked us if
we wanted to be heads

of an international
corporation.

It's kind of hard
to turn down.

I bet.

What's he paying you?

Just rent and food, man.

Right, and the Charles Bartlett
woodblock prints

for, what, 20 grand apiece?

Okay, maybe a little
spending money.

What do you do
for this money?

Jay said we didn't have
to do anything.

It sounded pretty good to us.

And it never occurred
to you that--that

he was running
some kind of scam?

No, I don't believe
that about Jay.

Ever summer during high school,
he spent every day

tutoring poor kids
at Bed-Stuy for free.

Well, high school was
a long time ago, fellas.

What happened here?

Uh, somebody broke in
last week.

Yeah, I cut my feet on
the glass coming up the walk.

Outside?

Somebody breaks in...

glass usually falls inside.

What got stolen?

Just a couple of boards
and my laptop.

With Millennium Business on it.

Yeah, just emails
from Jay checking in.

This lock's been picked.

They broke the window
on the way out.

Cover the fact
that you been hit by pros.

You tell Jay
you been broken into?

No, we didn't want to bother him
after what happened to Paula.

We filed a report with
the police here.

You faxed it?

Some insurance company called.

They called you?

Is this the number you faxed it
to with the 579 exchange?

Yeah.

579.
Sounds familiar.

When were you going to tell us

you were on
to this bogus think thank?

We don't know if it relates
to Agent Kendall's death.

Were you afraid that we were
going to find out

that your Agent Kendall was
doing business with her husband?

There's no evidence she knew
what he was up to.

He was dirty
up to his eyeballs.

He was skimming millions.
And she didn't know?

What kind of Secret Service
Agent was she?

You found the informant Agent
Kendall was supposed to meet

the evening she was killed.

Yeah, through phone records.

She called Paula's direct line.

They had a meeting after all.

It lasted less than five
minutes.

Paula must have decided that she
didn't have anything to offer.

So you cleared her?

Did you ask her how she got
Agent Kendall's direct number?

I was working at
a credit card company.

People were coming up
all the time.

You know, offering money for
numbers and passwords?

And you thought
you'd pass their names

along to the Secret Service.

That's very civic-minded.

How did you get Agent Kendall's
name and number?

Maybe somebody in
our fraud department?

This isn't a game show, Amanda.

You don't have
to phrase your answers

in the form of a question.

Now, you're meeting
with Agent Kendall.

Why did it get cut short?

I don't know.

You messed up.

You were supposed
to keep her there longer.

Somebody put you
up to calling her.

They didn't want
her to go home.

That way they could break
into her place.

Okay, I don't know
anything about that part.

This cop just said I had
to make a meeting with her.

What cop?

I was working at a phone bank
last month for this fundraiser.

People were calling,
pledging money.

I wrote down some of their
credit card information.

And I ordered a few things.

And you got caught.

This cop came to my place
a few weeks ago

and said that they wouldn't
press charges

if I helped them with this
crooked Secret Service person.

Agent Kendall.

He wanted me to set up
a meeting with her.

Who was this fundraiser for?

Congressman--

I forgot his name.

Congressman Pete Bellingham?

Let me get you a refill.

Park Slope Pete.

If he's taking bribes
from Kendall

than he he's gotta have
a vested interest

in what else Kendall's into.

And he might have used
an ex-cop to find out.

Throwing my support
behind the casinos

now won't change any minds.

But in another year--

In another year?

Jay will explain it.

I have great regard for
the Peconic people.

Thank you.

What the hell is going on?

He's got political fences
to mend.

H-his support will mean
more down the line.

Down the line.

After you squeeze
a few more million

out of the dumb Indians?

Chief, I--

I can't believe that I fell for
your Dances With Wolves act!

He does you an injustice.

He doesn't realize
it wasn't always an act.

Back when you were
a congressional aide--

Congressman.

You made a liar out of me.

I can't be seen doing favors
for people who paid for them.

I need deniability
right now, Jay.

On another matter,

I have a friend
with a jealous wife.

He needs to account for his time
a week ago, Friday, from 4 to 7.

Friday.

We were at the Garden,
weren't we?

In a hospitality suite?

See if you can't add my friend's
name to the guest list.

He'll fax you his credentials.

I just got a call.

The cops were at
the beach house.

It's bad, Jay.

I'm taking Susie and
the kids away tonight.

You should get out too, buddy.

The balloons are
about to come down.

When the fundraising committee
heard someone skimmed

credit card numbers from
their contributors,

they put a P.I. firm
on the case.

They found this Amanda,
the phone bank operator...

They passed her name
to someone

in Congressman Bellingham's
office.

A Ted Bruno, some sort
of security consultant

on the Congressman.
- Mm-hm.

Which, from the look
of this guy

is just a fancy name
for a retired cop.

Bruno worked burglary
in Bellingham's district

and moonlighted
as Congressman's driver.

Mm, what do we have
on Mr. Bruno?

Amanda identified him
as the man

who asked her to meet
with Agent Kendall.

He also had an interesting
collection of ID badges

at his place.

Mm.

The Congressman didn't want any
publicity over the thefts,

So I told Amanda
if she made restitutions,

she wouldn't face charges.

What about the rest
of her story, Ted?

Meeting up with Agent Kendall.

I don't know, maybe she thought
she could make a few bucks

being a snitch for
the Secret Service.

Well, what about these?

Souvenirs from
your days undercover?

You know how it is.
Stuff piles up in a drawer.

Yeah, I got drawers
that won't even close.

I understand.

What about
this gas company badge?

You got a uniform
that goes with it?

No.
Just the badge.

Because when Paula Kendall was
beaten with a $500 putter,

there was a witness.

Who saw her getting beaten

by a guy wearing
a gas company jacket.

How long you been driving
for the Congressman?

Six years.

Six years of him telling you
to turn left, turn right,

double park so he can bang
his girlfriend.

And now what, you're gonna
clean up his little messes?

You know how much grease
he's getting from that casino?

Millions, my friend.

Millions.

And you, the fixer?

Ah, you're dressing like me.

Right off the rack.

I think you know how
this is gonna go down.

You're the only one that was
in Agent Kendall's house.

You're the only one who talked
to Amanda Breen.

Bellingham's gonna say you did
it without his knowledge.

That you're a cowboy.

Don't go down alone.

Take the dirtbag with you.

I was with the Congressman
the whole afternoon.

I wasn't anywhere
near that house.

You can ask him.

Ted Bruno's a loyal employee.

A bit of an unguided missile--

Please.

Is he a cowboy,
is that what you mean?

We need to verify
his whereabouts

on the Friday two weeks ago
between 4 and 6.

Friday, really?

He was with me.

And where was that,
Congressman?

At a college basketball game
at the Garden.

Hospitality suite.

Was there a sign-in
at the hospitality suite?

I believe Mr. Bruno had
to show identification.

The Clifton Foundation
will have all the information.

They were the hosts
of the suite.

What do you suspect
Ted of doing?

Breaking into
Jay Kendall's house.

Good lord,
why would he do that?

Maybe he had
a misplaced loyalty to you.

He knew you were close
to Kendall.

Jay is one lobbyist
among many.

A lot of people want access
to me.

Oh, yeah, and they're gonna
pony up to get it.

I mean,
in the last four years

you've racked up over
30 weekends at golf resorts,

a hundred flights
on corporate jets.

150 nights at luxury hotels,

over 300 meals
at gourmet restaurants.

All courtesy
of special interest groups.

Those were all legal
under the rules.

That's not including
the fact-finding trips

to London, Macau,
the Bahamas...

Monte Carlo?

Arranged by Jay and paid for
by the Peconic tribes.

Even if I was so inclined--

Do you think I would be so
careless as to become involved

in illegalities
with a man married

to a Secret Service agent?

You knew she was Secret Service?

It was one of the first things
Jay told me when we met.

He was very proud of her.

Now we're done here.

And once
you've cleared Mr. Bruno,

I hope you'll have the decency
to apologize to him.

Jay told us the only people who
knew Paula was Secret Service

were their families.

It's not something
you tell a Congressman

just before bribing him.

Bellingham sits on
a House subcommittee

on electronic fraud.

Last month, the Secret Service
sent up this list of agents

qualified to testify
on the subject.

Special Agent Paula Kendall.

Yeah, so Bellingham finds out

that the lobbyist that
he's been taking bribes from

beds down every night
with a law enforcement agent.

He might have panicked
and imagined

Jay Kendall was cooperating
in a bribery sting.

So he sends Bruno into
Kendall's house to find out.

This is from the people
who ran the hospitality suite

at the Garden.

Ted Bruno's name is on the list
of people they checked in.

-Then he's alibied?
-Well, not necessarily.

Each person put down
their name and address.

After the event, the computer
arranged the list

according to zip codes.

Bruno's name is at the end
of the list and out of order.

Meaning it was added later.

Somebody hacked in.

Who has access?

One of the Clifton Foundation's
biggest contributors

is Jay Kendall Associates.

In return, Clifton
gives Kendall access

to the mailing list database.

Jay Kendall planted Ted Bruno's
name on that list?

Probably.

Unless we can prove Mr. Bruno's
name was added fraudulently

to that list,
his alibi might stand up.

The only guy who can prove it
is the guy who added the name.

-Mr. Kendall?
- Mm.

If he's willing to protect
his wife's murderer

to save his own skin,
I wouldn't get my hopes up.

His partner left
the country yesterday.

By private plane
with his family.

Destination unknown.
Kendall hasn't left yet.

Well, what's he waiting for?

Maybe he isn't a lost cause
after all.

Before, we unseal the house
and turn it back over to you,

we need to go through
the events of the evening

just one more time.

Can we just make it
quick, please?
- Sure.

We're gonna start in
the den here.

Uh, I didn't go into the den.

Well, maybe you didn't,
but we think the killer did.

These files here?

Somebody left them
in a pile like this.

Uh, I did that.

-Oh?
-That was me, I--

The night before,
I was working.

Oh, your maid doesn't remember
the files being here.

Well, I can't
account for her memory

but I left the files there
the night before.

I mean, why-- why would
I lie about that?

Okay, well,
there was a computer here.

I took it work
that morning.

The day your wife was murdered?

Well, then, maybe
you better explain

how blood got
on that computer.

Rear left corner, Jay.

We took a sample
when we were in your office.

You brought that computer
after you found Paula.

The same night you shredded
the Millennium discs.

Um--
You know--

You know what,
I'm gonna call my lawyer.

You do that now,
you'll stand no chance with us.

You'll be charged as an
accessory to your wife's murder.

Look, I did not
murder my wife!

You're helping
the people who did.

All to cover up your own
corruption.

I'm not corrupt!

17 million bucks to
the Surfin' USA think tank?

Yeah, I-I can justify that.

Look, the Peconics get
my full energy.

I will deliver for them.

You want us to believe
that you're a good person.

Like Paula still believed.

Unless she was in on it.

What?
No, she didn't know!

Didn't know what,
Mr. Kendall?

She thought you were the same
boy that she met in college.

A decent boy.

Who tutored kids
in Bed-Stuy for free.

Look, I'm still
a decent person.

How do you figure that, Jay?

You're letting the people
who killed your wife get away.

What would you say
to Paula now?

How would you explain
this to her?

Oh, God.

Oh, God, Paula.

She's dead because
of what I did.

Make it up to her, Jay.

Talk to us.

You didn't run.

You wanted to make it right.

Paula never wanted to be rich.

You know, I-I took the money
because it was so easy.

I mean, and they just handed it
to me because I had access.

I just spread it around.

Everybody got some.
Especially Bellingham.

Did he tell you what his guy
Bruno did?

No, but I figured it out.

Bruno's alibi.
Who's idea was that?

Bellingham told me to add
Bruno's name to the list.

I knew what they were...
asking, but I did it anyway.

They killed Paula.

And I was...too scared
to say anything.

Now, Mr. Kendall.

You call your lawyer.

We need Bellingham
on tape to make it stick.

We can't just send
Kendall in with a wire.

Bellingham would smell it.

And Bruno's got
no reason to cooperate.

Let's make Bellingham
come to Kendall.

Bruno's eyes lit up when
I mentioned the millions

that Bellingham was making
off the Peconic.

We release Bruno,
freeze his bank accounts.

And I'm betting he's gonna
hit up Bellingham for money.

And Bellingham's too cheap
to dig into his own pockets.

He'll go where the money is.

Jay Kendall.

A million dollars.

I don't know
where Bruno got the idea

I have that kind of money.

Maybe it was all
those private jets you fly.

This is no time for jokes.
His demand must be met.

You have
the wiring instructions?

So how do you know
he's not working for the police?

I don't!

That's why the payment
has to be

from one of
your numbered accounts.

What was he doing in my house,
Congressman?

Why'd you send him?

Yeah, "Gimme five"?

That's a little code
my partner and I use.

Only someone who's read our
private emails would know it.

You gave yourself away.

What was that thug...
doing in my house?

First of all--

What happened
to Paula was an accident.

Bruno took every precaution.

I-I discovered what she was!

I became very worried
I was being targeted
for investigation.

Damn it, Jay,
why didn't you tell me

she worked for
the Secret Service?

Why didn't you just come to me
when you found out?

How could I reasonably expect
you to tell me the truth?

Jay.

Consider what
you do for a living!

You advocate positions
you don't believe in.

And convincingly!

Are you finished with that?

Yeah.

I'll have my assistant
fax it to the bank.

So, if I wasn't
such a good liar,

Paula would still be alive?

You're busted.

What?

Congressman Bellingham,
you're under arrest for murder.

You--

I was right not to trust you!

I hope you got a good price!

He's getting nothing.

He didn't ask for a deal
and we didn't offer one.

Okay, it's your turn.

You know, my father always
told me that I married up.

He was right.

She was better than me.