All language subtitles for Law and orer S12E04 - Soldier of Fortune

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

SIMON:
What are you looking for?

SARA: The map
with the subway stuff.

Baby, this is New York.
We'll just hop in a cab.

You're not getting me
in one of those
damn taxis, Simon.

Oh, stop being
such a tosser.

Simon, we don't
have the money.

(CAR HORN BLARING)

Did you see that?
Bloke almost hit me.

Go! Go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Bloody hell!

What's going on?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(CLAMORING)

MAN: Stay down! Stay down!

SERGEANT:
Dead female's Iris Draper.
That's her friend over there.

What about the guy?

Wallet.

John Hammins,
Federated International Bank.

The guy's a VP of their
private banking group.

BRISCOE:
Whatever the hell that is.

Looks like he got hit
four or five times.

SERGEANT: Six, the CSU says.

What about her?

One in the neck.

So, what happened?

Witnesses say
a van comes roaring
down the block,

stops right here.

Then two guys wearing
masks jump out
carrying automatic weapons.

You gotta be kidding me.

They used the Honda
to block off the intersection.

Then the snatch up a guy.

Somebody got kidnapped, too?

Well-dressed white guy.
30 to 40 years old,

carrying a briefcase
or attache or some
damn thing.

So why'd the shoot
the other two?

This might have
something to do with it.

According to the dead woman's
friend over there,

the snatched-up guy
went for this gun.

I guess he didn't
wanna go for a ride.

Bad guys took it away,
dead guy trying to help.

That's brave.
I don't know how smart.

All right, keep
the area blocked off.

Let's get the Honda
down to the lab

and have ballistics
round up all the
shell casings.

You got it, Detective.

And don't let any of
these other witnesses
go yet either.

Nobody goes anywhere
till you say so.

Oh, God!
BRISCOE: You okay, ma'am?

I was standing
right next to her.

Next to your friend, Iris?

We just came in from
Jersey to look for a ring,
a diamond wedding band.

Iris and Jimmy were gonna
renew their vows next month.

Oh, my God. Jimmy!

Oh, that's okay
Take your time.
Take your time.

I was looking in
the window and
this van came up.

And these two men
jumped out.

BRISCOE:
What did they look like?

They had masks on.

ED: Can you tell us anything
about them at all?

They both had on
black boots.

You know, those kind
that lace up real high.

Combat boots?
Right.

I don't know why
I even remember that.

Anything else?

Well, it just happened
so fast.

They went right
for the guy
with the briefcase.

And, he reached
in his jacket

and they just
started shooting.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. Don't be.

Could you make sure
that she gets home okay?

Sure.
Thanks.

She has two little boys.

And they say diamonds
are forever.

He came right
down these stairs,
ran past my booth,

and then he jumped
the turnstile.

What'd he look like?

Black, 20-25.

How good a look
did you get at him?

I saw the side of
his face as he
came by the booth.

Reason I remember
was because
he was running.

You think you could ID
him if you saw him again?

Yeah, could be.

He had
real thick sideburns.

BRISCOE: So, where'd he
go after he jumped
the turnstile?

Down to the
Brooklyn platform.

Okay, thanks.

I tried to stop him,
I did.

I yelled, "Hey you
pay your fare."

Guy paid me no heed.

Shocking!

Victims were Iris Draper
and John Hammins.

Appear to be unknown
to one another.

She's hit once,
he's hit six times.

Sergeant at the scene
says Hammins tried to
help the kidnapped victim.

Any luck on the ID?

Well, his description
was a 30- to 40-year-old
white guy,

suit and tie, carrying
some kind of briefcase.

A professional
with a piece.

What about the van?

BRISCOE: Some had it grey,
some green.

And this
token booth clerk?

He thinks
he can make an ID,

if we catch somebody.

We got a name
on our kidnapped victim.

GILLINGHAM: Uh, Detectives...

Agent Frank Gillingham,
FBI Hostage Recovery.

Green, Briscoe.

This is Mrs. Powell,

and her father-in-law,
Mr. Powell.

Mrs. Powell said that
she heard about what happened
on the news last night.

She thought it might
be her husband.

I don't know why
I thought it was Richard.
I just did.

GILLINGHAM: Mr. Powell
said his son didn't return

to the office
after lunch yesterday.

The .45 was registered
in his name.

What sort of business
are you in, sir?

Mr. Powell and his son
are diamond dealers.

He's done a full inventory.
Nothing's missing.

Could somebody have thought
your son was carrying stones?

I don't see how.

We cut and polish.
Mostly sell to other dealers.

The only time either of us
would have diamonds

would be if we were
coming back from a sight
in London.

A sight?
Oh, I'm sorry.

A sight is
a diamond sale.

They're held nine, ten
times a year.

BRISCOE: And that wouldn't
have been yesterday?

The next one isn't for
several weeks.

He'll be okay though, right?

If we pay these people
what they want, they'll
let him go, won't they?

I explained to Mrs. Powell
the importance of hearing

from whoever took him
in the next few hours.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Okay. Keep them talking
for as long as possible.

If they ask,
you're alone.

Nice and easy.
It's gonna be fine.

(EXHALES)

Hello?

No. No.
I can't talk right now.

I'll call you as soon
as we hear something.

(SIGHS)

It was my mom.
They're in Arizona.

I'm sorry.
That's okay.

It's okay.

We should have heard
something by now.

What do
you guys have?

BRISCOE: The driver
of the car that blocked
the intersection

was black, mid-20s,
with long side-burns.

That's it?

We were lucky
to get that.

I spoke
to your lieutenant.

Right now
I'm gonna coordinate
the investigation,

until we hear either way
on Powell.

All right.
We're gonna go over
to the guy's office

and see what comes up.

The last time I saw Richard
was about 11:00 yesterday.

He saw a customer
in the morning,

and then he said
he wasn't feeling well.

Who was the customer?

Mrs. Kaufer.
She's been buying here
for I don't know how long.

So what did he do?

This is his office.

Richard said he was
meeting someone at 11:30,

and that he might
go home after that.

Who was his 11:30?

I don't know,
Richard must have made it
without going through me.

Is this his?

Yes.

ED: Does he own another one?

Not that I know of.

There's nothin' in here
but papers.

Most nights Mr. Powell
takes work home with him.

I thought since
he wasn't feeling well,
he left it.

Is this his BlackBerry?
Yes.

BRISCOE: His what?

It's a personal
data assistant.

Can you access
yesterday's calendar?

Well, that's odd.
What's odd?

Well, I wondered
why no one called.

I mean,
he has his 11:30 here
at the Diamond Club,

but it looks
like he canceled

the rest of his
appointments himself
the day before.

Now, how would he know
that he wasn't gonna
be feeling well?

SLATER:
Mr. Powell was in here
yesterday, about 11:30.

ED: Did he come in alone?

I think he joined
Mr. Aldrich at a table.

Who's that?

Mr. Aldrich
is a senior buyer
for Jay Jordan.

Oh, the department store.

Yes.

How long
were they here?

I'd say about
40 minutes or so.

Did you notice
anything unusual?

In what way?

In an unusual way.

Everything seemed
perfectly fine to me.

Mr. Powell and his father
meet with buyers
quite often.

Though I'd say
less frequently with
someone like Mr. Aldrich.

So that would
be unusual?

Just that the Powells
ordinarily sell
to private dealers,

and Mr. Aldrich
is obviously
on the retail end.

The Powells carry
wonderful merchandise,

the type of stones
our customers clamor for.

But the Powells
don't ordinarily sell
to retail buyers.

There's never
enough quality
out there.

He called, I came.

ED: Mr. Powell takes,
let's just say

for the sake of argument,
an a-typical meeting
with you.

A few hours later
he's abducted

off the street
at gunpoint.

You can see how
our interest might

be piqued
by this meeting.

ED: Do you know where
he was going, Mr. Aldrich?

I believe he mentioned
a lunch appointment.

ED: Did he mention
who with?

No.

Do you know what was
in his briefcase?

He didn't have
a briefcase.

If he didn't show you
any merchandise,

then what did you
talk about?

It was just
a prospective conversation.

Richard said
he was expecting

to get his hands
on some diamonds.

All high-end stones.

You can see
how my interest
would be piqued.

His father claims
the next trip to London

isn't scheduled
for weeks.

So where'd his son
think he was getting
these diamonds from?

Well, he had to
be getting them
from somewhere.

I checked with
the insurance company.

Four days ago Powell
took out a policy

for $7 million worth
of stones.

Yeah, but his
assistant claims

that Powells only have
two mill in inventory.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

A unit on a patrol
just spotted the van
in Long Island City.

Powell?
No word.

But the sergeant
on the scene

says there's a problem
getting access
to the vehicle.

What kind of problem?

Yo, what's
the problem?

The vehicle's
on my driver's lift.

City regs say
it can't be let down
until it's at the pound.

This van is
a crime scene.

I'm aware of its potential
evidentiary value, Detective.

But the City Marshals office
are the ones who found it.

So that's what
this is about?
A turf war?

You tryin' to
get your picture
in the paper?

Just want a little credit
where credit's due.

I can't
make out anything.

All right.
Cuff 'em.

You can't cuff me.
Well, just watch me.

And if he tries
to resists, shoot him.

You're breaking the law.

Not to mention violating
my civil rights,

and the mayor's
own policy.

Detectives,
I think you're gonna
wanna see this.

Give me that.

Put the damn thing down.

RODGERS: Well,
he's been dead
at least two days.

My guess is within hours
of his abduction.

ED: So this was never
about a ransom.

I mean,
the kidnappers had
to figure that the family

would want
some proof of life.

And if that's what
the hand was for,

why would they leave it
in the van?

The hand.
What about it?

It was severed
while he was alive.

Maybe to get
the briefcase.

Well, whatever.

We can't tell the wife
he didn't feel anything.

Oh, this guy
felt plenty.

These other injuries?

The bruising,
around his torso
and face?

Whoever did this
beat him to a pulp,

till they were kind enough
to slit his throat.

What did they use?

On the hand?
A large, heavy blade.

ED: Like a cleaver?

No. Blade's
a little longer.

Maybe slightly thinner
than your average
kitchen cutlery.

What about his throat?

Serrated edge.

Like I said,
whoever did it
wanted it to hurt.

And cutting off his hand
wasn't enough?

The guy at the Diamond Club
puts him there
till about 12:00.

Now that's
47th and Sixth.

The kidnapping took place
at 27th and Lex, around 2:00.

And nobody sees him
with a briefcase
before that.

Ballistics report
on the guns.

Powell never
got off a shot.

Even if he had,
a .45 isn't gonna do
much against an UZI,

which is the kind
of slugs they took out
of the victims.

An UZI?

Spectrograph analysis of
the gunpowder residue

in the discharged
shell casings indicate
a foreign manufacturer.

Most likely British.
I'm still trying
to run it down.

Thanks, Cordova.
Let us know what
you come up with.

Okay.

Hey, check this out.
Powell used his
credit card that day.

At 1:13, at a place
called Forber's Gifts.

Twenty-fifth
and Fifth Avenue.

That's about four blocks
from where he got grabbed.

The cost of the item
was $204.59.

We sell so many
different kinds
of goods here.

Wait. What if you
worked backwards,

and subtracted
eight and quarter percent

for the sales tax.

$189.

Let me run that
through our inventory
on the computer.

How about a briefcase?

Yes. A Clarkson.
It's right over there.

Now, why wouldn't
he take his own?

Maybe he was worried
he wouldn't be able
to keep it.

So, it's 1:15,
this guy buys
a briefcase,

and he heads
towards 27th Street.

Yeah. That's only
a few blocks from here.

It doesn't take
him 40 minutes.

What does he do
in the meantime?

I don't know,
stops for a coffee,
get something to eat.

I don't see anything
around here.

Well, maybe
around the block.

So, what do you say
to a canvas detective?

Hey, Lennie,
the Hammins guy.

The male victim.
He worked for
Federated International?

Yeah, over on
Third Avenue.

There's a branch
right there.

Mr. Hammins works at
our corporate headquarters

which is
on Third Avenue.

BRISCOE: So, why would
he come here?

This branch holds
all the collateral

for the private banking groups
in our custody department.

What kind
of collateral?

Anything of worth.
Paintings, bearer bonds.

The bank holds the asset,
until the debt's repaid.

BRISCOE: And what
about diamonds?

Diamonds, of course,
gold bars.

As I said,
anything of worth.

Do you recognize
this man?

I believe he came in
with Mr. Hammins
the other day.

BRISCOE: That's Hammins,
going into the vault
with Powell's briefcase.

Here they are
about 20 minutes later
comin' out together.

Only Powell has it
this time.

Obviously Hammins
took something out
of the vault.

Question is what.

The bank gave us
the number to the vault
they signed in for.

It's a Swiss company.

We're gonna need
a subpoena to
get the inventory.

All right.
I'll call the D.A.

In the meantime,
let's try to figure out

where Hammins was going
before he was robbed.

Lieutenant, we may have
gotten something
on the two vehicles.

Both vehicles
were stolen

from the same
used car lot
in Brooklyn.

HAKIM: The van and the Honda.
They came through the fence.

You didn't report
them missing right away.

Both cars were part
of an auction sale,
in Virginia.

I had to wait
for the paperwork
to show up.

As soon as it showed up,
I called the police.

So that means
whoever took the cars

were drivin' around
a couple of days
without any problem.

Well, how often
do these cars show up?

From the auction?

I send my cousin
the first Tuesday
of every month.

Hey, were the two vehicles
parked next to each other

the night
they were stolen?

No. I don't think so.

Why?

How many people you
got working for you,
Mr. Hakim?

I've got five salesman.

We're gonna need
all their names
and addresses.

Lennie.

Let me guess,
thick sideburns?

Who's this?

Denebe Wurie.

Denebe Wurie?
Where's he now?

Out sick.
He called in
a couple days ago.

Where does he live?
Brooklyn.

All right, remember,

we're looking for
at least four perps,

armed with
automatic weapons.

My guys'll go in first.
Precinct has the perimeter.

Be my guest.
Okay, let's go.

ESU SERGEANT: Police!
We have a warrant!

Device in!
Okay. Down. Down.

New York City
Police Department!
Everybody get down!

(COUGHING)
Get down!
Down on the ground, now!

Check the back!

COP 1: Bedroom's clear.

COP 2: Bathroom's clear.

We're clear,
Detectives.

(GRUNTING)

Where's Wurie?

COP 2: Detectives.

Ooh.
ED: A machete?

It's a jungle
out there, huh?

There were four mattresses
in that apartment.

Only your buddy's landlord
said he lives alone.

My name is
Umaru Gasana.

I am a Captain
in the Sierra Leone army.

My serial number
is 63099.

You keep sayin' that, man,
but you're not tellin' us
about what happened.

We've got hair
and fiber analyses

that puts whoever slept
on those mattresses

in the van.

ED: We also got a machete
with blood on it

from the guy who got
his hand chopped off.

(SIGHS)

We know about
the diamonds.

How Hammins got them
out of the bank,

gave them to Powell.

Then you understand
why I did what I did.

What do you know?
He says more
than one thing.

Yeah, we understand.
The guy you robbed
pulled a gun,

and you and your friends
did what you had to do

to protect yourselves,
right?

I'm talking
about the diamonds.

BRISCOE:
What about the diamonds?

Hey, when ballistics
matches up these guns,

you're gonna kiss
this world good-bye.

My name is
Umaru Gasana.

My rank is Captain.
My serial number...

Name, rank
and serial number.

That's all we're gonna
get out of this guy.

At least we know
we're right about
diamonds being involved.

Thanks.

JFK Immigration
puts Wurie on a flight

to Frankfurt
two days ago.

Traveling on
what passport?

Sierra Leone.

See if we can
get the names of any
passengers sitting with him.

We'll run it down.
What do you want
to do with him?

Book him on
gun possession.

Murder one as soon
as the fiber analysis
puts him in the van.

Wurie was seated next
to two other Sierra Leone
nationals.

All three made
the connecting flight to
Sierra Leone the next day.

In and out
in two weeks.

They entered the US
with Gasana.

All on military passports.

So, what's a Captain
in the Sierra Leone army

doing in New York City
with automatic weapons?

And what's his connection
to Hammins and the bank?

What's the Consulate saying
about all this?

I have a meeting there
this morning.

SERENA:
I got some information

from those
Federated International
bank subpoenas.

What'd you find out?

The vault was registered
to a Swiss mining concern,

a company
called AG Renwald.

Diamond mining.

SERENA: I'm still
going through the documents.

Do we know what was
in the box?

Approximately
$100 million
in uncut diamonds

deposited
eight years ago.

Wow.

Did they say
how much is missing?

Hammins and Powell
apparently stole all of it.

And then they're robbed.

Double-cross.

How does Hammins do this
in the first place?

Waltzes into the bank
with a briefcase,

and waltzes out
with $100 million
in diamonds?

Private bankers make
money available

to companies
and high-net worth
individuals,

then secure the debt
with collateral.

As the head
of the group,

it would've been
Hammins' responsibility

to inspect those diamonds
on a fixed schedule.

He would have been
in and out of
the custody section

all the time.

I summered with
a firm on Wall Street.

ASSISTANT CONSUL: I'm sorry,
but any information

about military personnel
is classified.

We already know
Gasana entered
this country

along with two other
Sierra Leone nationals,

under military passports
issued by your government.

What is it you want?

The weapons in the attack
were UZls,

guns used
by your armed forces.

These types of weapons
are bought and sold
all over the world,

including
the United States.

But not the ammunition.

Our experts traced
the chemical composition

of the gunpowder
to an arms manufacturer
in Great Britain.

One of the companies
that supplies your country
with ammunition.

These are
serious allegations.

McCOY: I have
three people dead,

one, the mother
of two small children.

What you have are
diamonds purchased
by a Swiss company,

removed from a vault
by an American banker,

then allegedly stolen
by a renegade army officer.

Forgive me,
but any connection
to my government

is tenuous at best.

SERENA:
What about extradition?

Waste of time.
We don't have
any leverage.

Well, where do
we get that?

From an army captain
who was just abandoned
in the field.

My client insists on
speaking with someone
at the Consulate.

You can insist
on whatever
he likes.

The fact is, no one
at the Consulate wants
to talk to him.

I am not his client.

Captain Gasana

is disputing our
government's exercise of
jurisdiction over him.

McCOY: Disputing it? How?

He claims that the crimes
he's been charged with

fall under
the Geneva Conventions
as acts of war.

SERENA: Acts of war?

In the first place,
he's on American soil.

In the second,
none of the people
he killed

were active combatants
in any recognized conflict.

Tell your client that
makes him a murderer,

not a soldier.

You're all alone,
Mr. Gasana.

LAWYER: What do you want
from him?

McCOY:
Who gave him the guns?

Who told him
about Hammins' plan
to steal the diamonds?

An innocent citizen
was gunned down
in the street, Mr. Gasana.

Her murder was committed
in the course
of a kidnapping.

Are you really prepared
to face the consequences
of that alone?

At least tell us where
the diamonds are now.

Back where
they belong.

AG Renwald's
annual reports.

They don't
show any income.

Why not?

Well, it looks like
they were just a shell.

They were formed solely
to purchase these diamonds.

Formed by who?

The company's
actually owned
by Girard, Ltd.

The Swiss
diamond conglomerate.

Right. Think cartel.

Girard controls more than
two-thirds of the world's
diamond market.

And they rule
with a fairly iron fist.

So if one of their bankers
decided to go into business
for himself...

Mmm-hmm. Girard might
take exception.

Using Sierra Leone
soldiers?

Girard does do
business there.

But if that's what happened,
we have a problem.

Girard's under
federal indictment
for price fixing.

No one from
the company's allowed

to set foot
in the States.

Actually, their CEO's
in New York right now.

In settlement talks with
the Justice Department.

I saw it
in the Daily News.

We appreciate your
making yourself available
on such short notice.

Mr. Girard's happy
to help, if he can.

We wanted to ask him
a few questions
about these diamonds.

I'm afraid I can't
tell you very much.

We already know
they were being
used as collateral.

By one of
our subsidiaries.

We were wondering
who else might
have known about that.

I don't understand.

Well, somehow
these men knew

that this banker would
have the diamonds
when he left the bank.

Which means that
whoever engineered
the robbery

had access
to information
about the account.

When your office called,
I was led to believe

a man already was
in custody?

There is some doubt now
as to his guilt?

SERENA: We think
others were involved.

Involved? In what way?

Somehow the information
about the account

was given to someone
in Sierra Leone.

Well, perhaps
you should direct
your inquiries

to the Sierra Leone
government.

We have.
They denied knowledge.

ROTHENBERG: Then perhaps
the subsidiary.

We are. Mr. Girard's on
its board of directors.

So, we were wondering
why you hadn't filed
a criminal complaint?

Why you never
notified the authorities?

SERENA: Is it because
you didn't want anyone

to know you had
these diamonds?

ROTHENBERG: You know what?
I think at this point,

I'm going to
direct my client

not to answer any other
of your questions.

Not until the parameters of
your interest in Mr. Girard
become more clear.

Someone had to know
what Hammins and Powell
were planning.

In order to have
been there waiting
when they came out.

Question is who else
did they confide in?

Well, Hammins
wasn't married.

Powell was.

Thanks
Your welcome.

Why would Richard
do this?

SERENA:
The diamonds were
unfinished stones.

We believe they brought
your husband in to cut them

in order to
increase their value.

Richard was not
a diamond cutter.

He was a diamond dealer
like me.

And like my father
before me.

But he had access
to professionals
who could do that?

Of course.

We have a diamond cutter
who works for us.

What's his name?

Martin's been with me
over 40 years.

The man's worked
with some of
the finest stones

the world's ever known.

What reason would he have
to steal now?

What reason would
your son have?

My son was impatient.

And he was proud.

In this business,
I'm afraid neither
is very helpful.

Not when one company
controls the market.

Girard.

They force you to
buy like beggars.

Girard gives you
a small box
of diamonds.

We're not even allowed
to inspect the stones.

But you have to buy,
or risk not
being invited back.

I think my son
was just

trying to take control
of his own destiny.

And with those diamonds,
he wouldn't need Girard.

What about Janusz?

He and Richard talked
about their frustration

with Gerard
all the time.

McCOY: Who's Janusz?

Janusz Bruk.

BERNARD: Our apprentice
diamond cutter.

He's very talented.

I've already
told the police
I don't know anything.

We think you know
a great deal, Mr. Bruk.

A maitre d'
at a restaurant

less than two blocks
from Mr. Powell's abduction
identified your picture

as the only one
in a party of three

who showed up for
a lunch reservation
that day.

The reservation was
made by John Hammins.

One of the men killed
in the robbery.

SERENA:
When Mr. Hammins
didn't show up,

the restaurant
called his office
to find out why

he hadn't canceled
his reservation.

You see
the policemen outside?

They're waiting
to arrest you
for murder.

Murder?

During the course of a theft
you were participating in,

three violent
deaths occurred.

I'm told you have
a great deal
of talent, Mr. Bruk.

I'd hate to see
that talent die
in prison.

We were supposed to meet
in the restaurant.

You, Powell
and Hammins?

Richard said he could get
hundreds of diamonds.

Raw stones.

We were going
to pick out a few,
only the best quality.

And then Hammins
would return the rest
to the bank vault.

Who else knew
about the meeting?

No one.

There were men
waiting outside

when they came out
of the bank, Mr. Bruk.

Richard told me that
another diamond dealer

already had been
approached by Hammins
to sell the diamonds.

Maybe he
tipped off Girard.

Who was the other dealer?

All I know is Richard
said this other dealer

was afraid of
being found out.

Of being
cut off by Girard,

if he went along
with Hammins.

Why wasn't
Mr. Powell afraid
of the same thing?

Because he knew that
Girard was not supposed
to have those diamonds.

Blood diamonds.

Mined in countries like
Angola and Sierra Leone
by rebels,

then sold to Girard to
finance more Civil War.

Only what
these rebels fight for

isn't freedom
or independence,

it's for control
of the diamond mines.

LEWIN:
Gang war masquerading
as revolution.

SERENA: Only what Girard
was doing was illegal.

The UN put a sanction on
these type of diamonds

because of
all the violence.

So Hammins
and Powell thought

they could steal
from him because

Girard wasn't supposed
to have the stones
in the first place.

Girard's greatest fear
is that its customers

will begin to
associate diamonds
with the violence.

When that happens,
diamonds go the way
of the fur industry.

And what Hammins
and Powell didn't
count on

was Girard finding out.

Or that he apparently
had a friend in
the Sierra Leone army

to do his dirty work
for him.

SERENA:
We're looking into
who that could be.

Hammins and Powell
are silenced

and Girard gets to
keep his diamonds.

You're lying.

The man I serve under
could never be
in business with Girard.

McCOY: We have
a diamond cutter

who tells us Hammins
offered another dealer
the stones first.

Only that dealer
told Girard about it.

McCOY: There's no other way
whoever ordered you
to steal these diamonds

could have known
about Hammins' plan

to remove them
from the vault that day.

Which means
you were working
for Girard, too.

McCOY: Whatever
you thought justified

what you did
was a lie.

You were just preserving
Girard's stranglehold
on the diamond market.

Is there an offer?

McCOY:
Twelve and a half to 25

provided he's willing
to tell us who was
behind his orders.

No.

We know how awful
the violence was,

but if what we're
telling you is the truth,

you were working
for a company

you were fighting against
your whole life.

McCOY: According to Gasana,

his orders came
from a Colonel Koidu
in the Sierra Leone army.

So the Consulate
was lying about their
not being involved.

Oh, it's hard to say

because it turns out
this Colonel Koidu
had ties

to a half-dozen
private security firms

operating in and around
Central Africa.

Paid for by Girard
to protect
the diamond mines.

So, he enlists
this colonel's help

to insure that
these diamonds
in the vault

never see
the light of day.

All along he's been
promising the world

he's out of
the blood diamond business.

And these stones
were the proof he wasn't.

So we can show motive.

Is Gasana's
testimony enough

to tie Girard directly
to the diamonds?

Gasana connects the colonel,
I can connect the colonel
to Girard.

What's to stop Girard
from arguing

that Gasana acted
on his own?

Who else but Girard himself
was in a position to know

of Hammins' plan
to steal the diamonds?

It's still a process
of elimination, Jack.

You're counting
on a jury being able
to follow it.

It may be our only chance
to bring him to justice, Nora.

McCOY: How long have you
been a diamond dealer,
Mr. Powell?

My family's been
in the business
for almost 75 years.

And in all that time
where have you purchased
your diamonds?

Always from Girard.

Why is that?

Objection. Relevance?

Your Honor,
the people's theory is

that the motive
for these murders

is directly linked
to the defendant's ability

to control the world
diamond market.

I think the jury could use
a little background here.

I'm going to allow it.

McCOY: Why buy
from Girard?

POWELL: They're
the only game in town.

How did
they manage that?

Intimidation,
or by sheer size.

If somebody
doesn't play ball,

they flood the market
with diamonds

and drive the competition
out of business.

Do they have
diamonds available
in supply to do that?

It's a myth
that diamonds are
a rare commodity.

The fact is,
diamonds aren't
scarce at all,

but that's what
we're led to believe.

This way your heirs
don't even sell them
even after you die.

The stones never
make it back
into the marketplace.

I was told to
choose two men,

that we would be
supplied with weapons
and vehicles

once we arrived
in New York.

By Mr. Wurie?

Yes.

Then what?

I was told about Hammins
and the diamond dealer,

and about when
they would take
the stones

from the bank.

How was that
information supplied?

I was given a timetable.

It detailed when
this man Hammins

was scheduled
to inspect the diamonds.

Why were you sent
for these diamonds?

When I was a boy,

diamonds near
my village were found.

Until that time
my family was together.

My brothers and sisters.

Then the men
in trucks came.

Who were these men?

They called
themselves Rebels.

They came into my village
with guns,

and ask us,

"Who is it here who has
been mining diamonds?"

They begun to
check the hands
of the people,

of the children,
to see who it was
who did the digging.

They came
to my sister.

She was afraid
to show them her hands.

So they put rifles
to her head

and forced her
to stick out her arm.

She looked at me,

looked at me
the way a little sister
looks at her big brother.

And I told her to
close her eyes.

And when
she opened them,

her arm was gone.

I was sent
for these diamonds

because they are
a part of me,

of my family,
of my country.

The rebels aren't
the only one who
chop off hands, are they?

You used this

to sever a man's hand
in the back of a van.

Left him for dead,
did you not, sir?

The money
this man made
with his hands

was used to
destroy my people.

Children
who committed no crime
suffer a lifetime for his.

I cut it off
so he could never
do such a thing again.

And the woman
that you killed?

What was her crime,
Mr. Gasana?

Now, you have never met
with my client, have you?

GASANA: No.

Or anyone
from his company?

No.

And the orders
you received came
from your colonel?

Yes.

The problem is,
your own country claims

that it had no knowledge
of this mission,
doesn't it?

By the way,
where are the diamonds
that you stole?

Judge, I'm going
to ask that the witness

be directed
to respond.

Where are the diamonds,
Captain Gasana?

My men carried them back
to my country,

where we thought
they could do
no more harm.

Only we were betrayed.

Because the man
who gave me my orders,
Colonel Koidu,

was not saving
our people.

Pretty serious allegations
we've heard.

Extremely serious.

Are any of them true?

That my family
made mistakes?

Yes.

That we weren't
very careful years ago

about verifying the source
of some of these diamonds
that we purchased?

Yes.

That I ordered the robbery
and the murder of anyone?

Absolutely not.

My company's led
the boycott against
these conflict diamonds.

We've severed relationships
with nations,

shut down offices,
worked with
the United Nations,

all in an effort
to stop the killings.

Thank you, Mr. Girard.

Nothing further,
Your Honor.

Your concern
wasn't so great

that it made you rid yourself
of these blood diamonds,
though, was it?

We no longer buy
conflict diamonds.

But you still sell them,
don't you?

Every effort is made
to assure

that every diamond
that bears our name...

Oh, come on,
Mr. Girard.

The truth is
you have no idea

whether the diamonds
you sell are or aren't

blood diamonds,
isn't that right?

The difference here is
that these diamonds were
a matter of public record.

That's why you
buried them away in
that bank vault, isn't it?

Objection.

So no one would
ever know that
you had these diamonds

purchased with
the lives of men,
women and children.

ROTHENBERG: Your Honor?

That's enough,
Mr. McCoy.

Do you think we are
the only ones?

The whole world
looks the other way
when it suits it.

Wood from the Amazon.

Coal from India.

Rubber from Malaysia.

If companies
stopped every time

to consider the politics
of nations,

the business of the world
would cease to function.

So you turned
a blind eye.

These countries
plunge themselves
into violence.

They murder each other.

We haven't purchased
these diamonds in years,

and still
the killing continues.

Would you hold me
responsible for it all?

Don't pretend your hands
are clean, Mr. Girard.

Not unless you're willing
to risk losing them.

It was me.

I was the dealer
Hammins approached first.

Only, I was too afraid
to go through with it.

I should have come forward
from the very beginning.

I was too afraid

of losing my seat
at the beggars' table.

It's a terrible thing

to lose your courage.

You told Girard what
Hammins was planning?

I heard Girard was
in New York.

I went to see him
at his hotel.

Only I had no idea
that Hammins would
approach Richard.

No idea that
the information
I gave Girard

would cost my son
his life.

Don't you see?

I killed him.

I killed my own son.

I assume we're here
to dismiss the charges?

We have a witness,
Mr. Girard.

A witness who ties you
to the robbery.

What witness?

Richard Powell's father.

He'll testify he told you
about the Hammins plan.

Henri.

Please.

We have to
tell them now.

Whatever the publicity
Whatever the fallout.

Tell us what?

You were right.

I was in no position
to get these diamonds
back myself.

So I asked my contact

to use whatever
back channels
were available

to retrieve
the stones and avoid
any public disclosure.

That's certainly
not what happened.

Colonel Koidu heads
a pro-government faction

in the eastern region
of the country.

They are still
in a bitter struggle
with the Rebels

for control
of the diamonds there.

These stones were
mined by the Rebels.

I can only assume
Koidu somehow
felt justified

in taking them back
in the manner he did.

But not on your orders?

No, not on my orders.

ROTHENBERG: We can
provide you with the name
of our government contact.

He can corroborate
what you've just been told.

What about Koidu
and the three others
in Sierra Leone?

You have whatever influence
with their government
I can offer.

For your sake, I hope
that's considerable.

ROTHENBERG:
And the charges?

(SIGHS)

In return for
the extradition
of these men,

plus a list of
the Girard holdings,

including your stockpile
of blood diamonds,

your client
will be allowed to
leave this country.

ROTHENBERG: We will
leave you the name

and the list of holdings
by week's end.

Henri.

(DOOR OPENS)

I wonder if my mother
had any idea

how many lives were lost
bringing these up
from the earth?

Girard's worst nightmare.