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incident, the following story is
fictional and does not depict
any actual person or event.

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.

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.

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.

You can 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.

No, 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.

Well, what about
the air filters?

Once they're installed, they
could pump cyanide into this place,

it'd be like
an offshore breeze.

"Once they're installed"?

Why aren't they
installed now?

We're 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?
- 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.

Oh, 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!

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

but they are ruthless SOBs.

Ow! God, watch it,
you idiot.

Yes sir, I'm sorry.

What're 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!

9-1-1, 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.

Sternman Towers!

For God's sake, hurry!
They're shooting at the door.

Oh God, the smoke
is coming in.

Sir, emergency services
are on the way.

Bastards!
They're killing me.

Sir? Sir,
can you hear me?

Sir?

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Law & Order CI
1x10 Enemy Within

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2001/12/09

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...
the 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...

Yeah, 9-1-1 mentioned
shots fired.

- Check for slugs.
- Okay.

Ventilation... that one of the bugs
you were working out? / Yes.

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

I don't know, he was a...

very unusual guy.

It seems so.

This is the panel that controlled
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.

Did 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.

We have another
smoke fatality.

In the laundry room... a maid.

I told him it was fire, but he was
convinced it was terrorists.

He told 9-1-1 people
were trying to break in.

That could've 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?

Oh, 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.

He suffered
from depression, anxiety...

Sounds like he kept
you busy.

He was an interesting man.

All right, Mr. Zainer,
thank you.

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?

Edward, he locked
himself in the bathroom.

He died from the smoke.

I'm sorry. / Dead?

- Oh my God. What started it?
- We don't know yet.

My father's dead.
I can't...

that's not possible.

Forensics Laboratory
Arson Unit
One Police Plaza
Tuesday, May 8

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 10,
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 electronics supply houses.

They can tell you
who they sold it to.

Home Of Colin Flynn
Queens, New York
Wednesday, May 9

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 DiSanto's 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've gone so wrong.

I'm not happy about it either.
I never killed anyone.

You're the expert,
you should've 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.

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

Any leads on who hired him?

Not yet, but we're piecing together
the documents in his shredder.

What else we got on Flynn?

A sheet a mile long.

No known associates.
House was rented for cash.

And 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.
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.

Goren.

L&S Suppliers
241 South Street
Thursday, May 10

The patrolmen found him
trying to set the fire.

He reached for something.
They opened fire.

What was he reaching for?

A set of car keys.

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

What can I tell you?

So you know,

he primed the sprinkler system
with gasoline instead of water.

Whole block
would've gone up.

Hell of a barbeque
on a Saturday afternoon.

Seabees... Navy Corps
of Engineers.

Yeah, Colin Flynn.
Served two tours in Vietnam.

He won't be setting
anymore fires now.

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

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.

The agreement cover
only personal matters?

And business...
anything I saw or overheard.

St. Stephan's Prep?

For 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,
his son Edward, Mr. Lewis,

they'd been arguing constantly
the last two weeks.

What kind of crisis?

I'm not sure.
I overheard something

about 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.

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.

B&C Brokers
Brooklyn, New York
Monday, May 14

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.

Hey, 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.

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.

These bonds are sold
through outfits like this?

Mm-hmm, and private placements.
Strictly under the radar.

The bonds are backed by the rental income

from the Sternman buildings.

- How are they selling?
- They're not setting any records.

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
that 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.

Oh, 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
someone from the DA's office.

It's something we have
to keep reminding people.

- Thank...
- This lady here was first.

Thank you.

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

filling 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.

Office Of
Edward Sternman
515 5th Avenue
Tuesday, May 15

Maybe you should wait until
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.

Ah, 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 ME found the sulfiram
in Colin Flynn's system.

He had a bottle of it
in his basement. / Sulfiram?

An 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
the 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 a while.
Is something wrong with him?

Job burnout.
How about him?

Oh, yeah,
he's every other week.

Order up! / Not much of a talker.

They know each other?

I've seen them
sit together.

Are you sure
it was these two?

Yeah, I remember faces.

- Some I'd like to forget.
- Service, please.

- Thank you.
- Let's go pick up Edward.

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

Edward.

What're 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.

Dubai? That's in the Persian Gulf.

I bet a lot of terrorists
park their money there.

The bank said the money's from

a corporate account in the name
of Sternman Corporation.

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.

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? / 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?

Not so what.
The 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?

He made you feel what you
suspected about yourself all along...

that you couldn't quite
measure to good old 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 Miss 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...
a better job.

- Gimme! It's mine!
- Daniel!

- Let Matt take a shot!
- See? I told you!

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 this
confidentiality agreement.

My wife says my loyalty
was to Harry Sternman,

not to the people
who might've 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.
- Go get the ball.

Well, what?
What're 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're sure you used
the right code? / Yes.

The stairs were
the only other way out.

I doubt Mr. Sternman
would've 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?

We're just two months away
from the start of school.

I 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.

There was nothing wrong

with the punch pads or the circuits
on that elevator.

If that guy pressed the right numbers,
the elevator should've worked.

Could somebody have
changed the code?

Sure. You need a master code
and a password.

Okay.
The day of the fire,

the service elevator was
in heavy use all day long,

tapering off around 5:30.

That's when
the workmen went home.

And here, 6:15,

somebody reprogrammed
the use code.

Computer know who?

Key in S-E-S-77.

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

Mrs. Sternman's
password.

Law Office Of
George Knowles
47 East 50th Street
Monday, May 21

Anybody who refers
to his wife as "that bitch"

and asks you to make sure
that his pre-nup is bulletproof

is not looking
to start a family.

And how is the pre-nup?

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?

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 a safe place...
a deposit box.

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

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Mrs. Liston was being
fussy about her nap.

How is it working out?

Good. Thank you
for the reference.

Here.
Your severance check.

Oh, you could've 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?

You don't have anything
to worry about.

They're totally focused
on Edward.

I have to get back
to work.

Goodbye, 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.

Center National Bank
942 Park Avenue
Tuesday, May 22

One bed sheet.

B... B and C group
in Maryland.

A lab report
from five weeks ago.

"Submitted for testing,
one queen-size 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. He'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,

it's 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.

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

Assuming they're in it together.

They were on that bed sheet 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.

Major Case Squad
One Police Plaza
Wednesday, May 23

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 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.

Hmm, 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've 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?

This is the most outrageous
conduct I've ever seen.

Kit, let's go.

That's 10...

...20

Count all you want!

30... there's still
plenty here.

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

46, 48... / It doesn't prove anything.

My husband
and I were happy.

The why did he ask his lawyer
to review the pre-nup...

two weeks before
he was killed?

How would I know?
He's crazy.

Crazy like a fox.
We read Clause 17 of the pre-nup...

the one where you don't get a nickel
if he proves you committed adultery.

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

Actually, there is.

A stained bed sheet that we
found in a safe deposit box

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

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 l...

you're crazier than Harry.

Edward's gay.

I never told Harry.
He had no clue.

And neither, evidently, do you.

Edward's the only living
male relative Sternman had.

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

and have our lab run a comparison,

make sure we get
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've 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.

Law Office Of
A.R Cabezas
236 Broadway
Friday, May 25

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

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

I came 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?

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 bed sheet 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.

There's 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 DA 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.

Told someone else,
didn't you?

To warn them
to save your father?

Ah, thank you for coming in.

Our investigation has
run 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 we don't have enough proof of it,
so if you know anything...

There's a bed sheet
they used.

I brought it
to Mr. Sternman's attention.

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 pre-nup,

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

Well, that's very helpful.

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.

You thought 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're 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 bed sheet.

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 her husband
found out she was having an affair.

And she believed you
because she was having an affair...

with you.

You told Edward his father
was cutting him out of his will

because he was gonna
have another kid.

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!

Between us,
it's the perfect crime.

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 Mr. Sternman wants
to lock himself up in the bathroom,

that's his business, right?

- There was nothing I could do.
- What do 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.

It's Stephan's.

He told you he was going to write..
a letter to the school...

use his influence.

Never did.

No. It was just a damn letter.

That must've burned you,
the utter thoughtlessness,

while 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.

You put up with all the little indignities

of servicing his personal hygiene.

You wanted something better
for your kids.

Yes.

The old bastard.

He treated you like...

like something...

he scraped off his shoe.

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 really didn't do
anything criminal, did I?

You're a registered
nurse, right?

Had a contract with Sternman
to provide care?

Yes.

What?

You heard about the lifeguard
on Jones Beach,

who let a drowning man die

'cause he was too busy
talking to a girl?

- They convicted him.
- 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."

You watched the forces
gather around Sternman to kill him.

But I didn't do anything.

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.

Zainer pleaded
to second-degree manslaughter,

Edward Sternman to arson
and two counts of man one,

and Kit Sternman
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.

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