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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.

Change only happens when you vote.

But first, you have to register.

I don't have time for this.

It doesn't matter if you have a criminal record.

What did you say?

Jim.

On that note...

Come on, it's barely 6:00.

I saw some houses down by that old landfill.

Sorry, I'm beat.

I'll take the ferry back into the city.

That's the problem with you, John.

You're just not dedicated enough.

Street cleaner found him. Delaware plates, come back to a Nicholas Landy.

Whoa!

"FED". Somebody wants us to know this guy worked for the government.

There's white gravel in the tire treads.

That's not from around here.

Got a tarp here covered in blood.

Could've been used to transport the body.

As a dumpsite, this hardly qualifies as remote.

Yeah, but Lupes,

look down here.

Federal Reserve Bank.

This little scene was staged by somebody with a big one for Uncle Sam.

Time of death is between 7:00 and 10:00 last night.

I found multiple contusions,

broken rib, broken jaw, all inflicted within a half-hour period.

Your basic blunt-force trauma party.

These marks.

He was choked out.

Yeah. Someone with big hands.

The inscription on his chest is in ink, consistent with a black marker.

What is this crud in his hair?

Crud.

The crud might have been on the floor where he was killed.

Any time you want to switch jobs, Detective, you let me know.

Fingerprints trace back to a James Landy of Delaware.

He has a disorderly conduct in Milford from 2004.

The car's in his father's name,

and no record he ever worked for the federal government.

Hmm.

The SUV's E-ZPass has it leaving Staten Island at 9:30 last night.

It could've been Landy driving the car or his killer.

Can't tell from the toll booth camera.

He has iron oxide in his hair.

That's probably from the crime scene.

It's a chemical used in explosives, in cosmetics...

And 100 other things. Have you contacted Mr. Landy's next of kin?

His father is deceased as of last year.

Mother lives in Arizona with his sister.

The local authorities are contacting them.

Well, we won't release his name until that's done.

We got his last known in Red Hook.

Well, get over there. 1 PP's talking to the FBI.

Landy may have worked for the government off the radar.

You want to help?

Get me some answers.

He'd only been here a few months.

Right, Eddie?

Did you ever see him with anybody?

Oh, last night, there was this girl, a black girl.

I was on my way out to get some yogurt, and she was outside

trying to buzz Jim from downstairs.

A black girl. What time was this?

A little before 10:00, maybe.

What did she look like?

She was nice-looking.

Except her right hand was balled up like this, in a fist.

Thanks.

Found a laptop cord but no laptop.

Otherwise, nothing out of place.

Nothing here really to steal unless you're a bookworm.

Clinton's Memoirs,

History of the Chicago Seven.

Landy was a political junkie.

He put his money where his mouth was.

Pay stub from the Rights Alliance Foundation.

Some idiot looking to whack a fed

killed a community organizer instead.

This is unbelievable.

Jim was only with us since the fall,

but in the three years I've been running this office,

we've never had a person with more passion.

He was the star of our voter registration beat.

Did you speak with him yesterday?

I didn't.

He was in the field all day.

Staten Island, Bay Terrace.

He was going door to door with John Munson.

Till what time? Late, I think.

Mrs. Owens, has the Rights Alliance been receiving any threats lately?

Besides the usual partisan threats to cut off our funding?

No. Why?

Jim had this scrawled on his chest.

Oh, my God.

Is there a reason why anyone would think

he worked for the federal government?

I can't imagine how.

We tell our employees to identify themselves up-front as being from a nonprofit.

This is bad.

Well, for the time being, tell your people to be careful,

work in pairs and only during daylight hours, okay?

We'll be in touch. Thanks.

I can't believe it. I should never have let him go off on his own.

Go off on his own, where, Mr. Munson?

Down by Richmond Valley.

If there was even one unregistered citizen out there,

Jim was up for the hunt.

We hear he was passionate.

How'd that go over with the citizens?

He could be pretty aggro, yeah.

He said he learned the hard sell

as a student volunteer for the Obama campaign.

Hey, are we like targets, now?

Should we be carrying pepper spray or something?

My guess, you're pretty safe here.

Just mind the Jack Russells.

He came by yesterday, around 7:00.

Told him I don't vote.

Only group I support is my food co-op.

And ELF.

The eco-terrorists?

You have their sticker on your car.

Ah, that's been there five years.

I put a few nails into trees.

But when they started blowing up boats, they lost me.

We heard Mr. Landy wasn't the type to give up on an unregistered voter.

Look, I gave him an organic apple and he went away. Okay?

This white gravel,

you know where it comes from?

Yeah. Jerry Ganz down the street.

He just put in a new driveway.

He'll love hearing from you two.

You're trespassing.

We'll be out of your hair in a minute.

Did you talk to this guy yesterday?

No.

Weird, because he hit the four houses

on this side of the street right before yours.

Get it straight.

I don't have to submit to interrogations by Big Brother.

Mr. Ganz, this man turned up dead shortly after paying you a visit.

Two minutes and we'll be out of here.

You got five seconds to get off my property.

That rat poison?

Yeah.

Kill a lot of people with that.

In the hands of an anti-government activist,

possession of that amount of toxin

falls under the terrorism laws.

Who do you think you are?

Big Brother.

And you're under arrest.

Your problems with authority go back a ways.

In '99 you assaulted an EPA inspector

who was trying to run a groundwater test on your property.

He was trespassing, same as you.

Just give us an alibi and you can get back to the fortress of solitude.

I don't answer to a couple of Obamabots.

Obamabots?

Hold on.

It's a message from the boss.

After we book you for possession of a chemical weapon,

we get a warrant and go through all your personals.

I spoke to the guy, okay?

I told him voting is an endorsement of the system that violates our freedom.

And what did Mr. Landy have to say to that?

He started arguing with me.

The usual liberal claptrap.

Then he dropped his bag. This video-camera tumbles out.

Red light was on.

He was videotaping you?

I said I was getting my gun.

He grabbed his stuff and beat it.

And what did you do?

I made dinner for my wife. Now, can I go?

Uh...

No.

So Landy was making secret videos.

Of the wrong people.

Mr. Ganz is a member of Patriot Rangers,

a libertarian group, active in those Tea Parties last summer.

Do we know if Landy actually owned a camera?

Yeah, we found a manual for one at his place, but no camera.

What do you want us to do with Mr. Ganz?

Kick him back to Staten Island,

let them hold him for the terrorism charge.

As for Mr. Landy, see if the Rights Alliance knows

he was moonlighting as Michael Moore.

Thanks.

Courtney Owens at the Rights Alliance.

She says she didn't know about Landy's videotaping. But check this out.

I had the Milford Delaware Police fax over

his disorderly conduct arrest report from 2004.

This doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I want everyone outside. Grab your vests. We got a situation.

Lieutenant, we got something on Landy.

Later. You come with me.

Free Jerry! Free Jerry! Free Jerry!

Looks like Jerry's kids brought their popguns.

What do you want us to do, arrest them?

This prisoner

is being transported to Staten Island.

Anyone who interferes will be arrested.

Anyone who so much as reaches for a weapon is a dead man.

Now, those of you carrying a weapon,

you are in violation of Administrative Code 10303.

You got 30 seconds to get them back in their carrying cases

and into your vehicles, or you will be booked for reckless endangerment.

Now,

what was that about Mr. Landy?

He was arrested in 2004 for picketing outside

a poverty law clinic in Delaware.

The arresting report says he was co-chairman of his campus

Bush Re-election Committee.

From militant conservative to bleeding heart community organizer?

Sounds like a stretch. Well...

If we figure out which one he really was, it might tell us who killed him.

Jimmy and I, we shared a dorm room in junior year.

He was a great guy.

When was the last time you saw him?

A couple of weeks ago.

He told me to come over any time.

He kept a key in the stairwell, said I could let myself in.

Jimmy was a... He was a real bro.

Key in the stairwell.

What about his politics? We heard he was active on campus.

He was conservative.

He had Fox on 24/7.

Any chance he mellowed since college?

No. He hated liberals.

Once he, uh, he got the student paper to interview

this Iraq War vet turned peacenik.

The editor ran it, comes back

the vet's just a bum Jimmy paid off.

He punked the paper.

They had to run an apology.

Would it surprise you to learn he was working for the Rights Alliance?

You're kidding. Jimmy thought they were a bunch of socialists.

He say anything about punking them?

No.

But he did say he was working on something.

He wouldn't tell me what.

Thanks.

Say Landy was shooting some secret video to make the Rights Alliance look bad.

He's killed, his camera goes missing.

Yeah, plus his apartment is cleaned out.

No flash cards, no videos, no laptop.

We have the girl who was let into Landy's building.

If she knew where he stashed a key,

she might have taken all that material.

Landy was worked over for half an hour,

maybe to find out where he kept his videos,

how to gain access to his place.

If he was punking the Rights Alliance,

I'm guessing the girl and the killer work for them.

Here.

The night Landy was killed,

he got two calls from the Rights Alliance office,

the second one at 7:16.

Odds are whoever called him from the Rights Alliance knows something about this.

Those calls were probably about the next day's assignments.

And who's in charge of that?

Whoever's around.

Lupes.

Excuse me.

A brace, for carpal tunnel syndrome.

The lady who let the girl up to Landy's place

said she had her hand balled up.

Who sits here?

Courtney's assistant, Marissa.

She's in the break room.

Sure, I was at his building that night.

That lady let me in. I knocked on his door but he didn't answer.

Why were you there?

Um, Courtney had me stop by on my way home because

Jim forgot to turn in his registration forms.

I'm sorry.

Oh! I'm really freaked out about this.

We understand, Marissa. So...

You never made it into his apartment?

No, as I said I knocked on his door, and he wasn't there.

Did you talk to him that night?

No.

Did he talk to you about his politics?

His politics were progressive, same as everybody here.

Did he tell you he worked for the Bush re-election campaign in '04?

Really?

Well...

People can change their minds, right?

Anyway I mostly just answer Courtney's phones,

so I didn't have much contact with him.

Um...

It's Courtney.

My break is over.

Of course, Chief.

As soon as anything breaks, I'll call you.

Yeah, I'm running out of ways to tell the Chief of D's we don't know squat.

Tell me you got something on this girl, Marissa.

Her prints weren't in Landy's place.

But the key Landy left in the stairwell is missing,

so we can't rule her out either.

There. Her phone activity is hinky.

She got a call from a Rights Alliance cell at 9:40,

just before she went up to Landy's place.

From who?

We don't know, but look here,

and you'll see who Marissa called the next morning.

Red Hook Video Services.

I found a couple of charges from them on Landy's Visa.

Van Buren.

Oh!

What a surprise.

Hold on.

The video place, right?

So, how've you been? Are you in town?

Oh, no.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

This Friday?

Uh...

You know, I don't know if I can get away.

But give me the address.

No, no, no. I want to be there. It's just that, uh...

Well, there's...

There's been a lot going on.

I will.

I will.

You, too.

And again,

I'm so sorry.

All right.

Bye-bye.

Two flashcards, eight gigs each, dropped off by a Jim Landy.

He wanted us to enhance the audio.

Um, the girl said she worked for him,

she wanted to send someone by to pick it up.

Did someone come by?

Roberto, a big Hispanic guy, and paid cash.

When he was in here, did he touch anything?

He was leaning on the counter, right there.

All right, we'll send somebody down here to dust for prints.

Do you know what was on the video?

Uh, people in an office, talking,

looked like candid camera stuff.

You transferred it to your equipment to work on the audio, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Those files will still be on there, yeah?

Yup.

There are 13 Pasta Plate franchises in Lower Manhattan.

Every franchisee is a white male.

Not exactly representative of the surrounding community.

If Pasta Plate's not being a good corporate citizen,

maybe they need a push.

What if somebody found something in the lasagna that shouldn't be there?

Like what? How about a condom?

That would be hysterical.

If the Rights Alliance makes a big stink,

Pasta Plate will do anything to shut us up.

We can make them give three franchises to people we choose.

Hmm?

Landy was talking them into committing extortion.

That's how he was going to punk the Rights Alliance.

If this video gets out, Marissa here is out of a job and in some legal trouble.

And if she found out he was taping her,

she'd want to shut him down to get this video.

Mmm-hmm. She had help.

We found prints at the video place

belonging to another Rights Alliance employee,

Arturo Ramirez.

He was arrested a few times at Rights Alliance pickets for trespassing and assault.

Prime candidate for killing Landy.

You know, the material they found in Landy's hair...

Iron oxide.

It's used as a pigment in paint.

And look at this,

this address on Staten Island

where Ramirez was arrested for unlawful assembly six months ago...

Now, there used to be a big paint factory there.

Wetherbee's.

It went bust last spring.

Lupes! Got some dried blood back here.

These look like drag marks.

Footprints here.

They look bigger than mine and I wear an 11.

Whoever dragged this body out has some serious boats.

We're going to need these signs at the picket location

tomorrow 7:00 a.m. Sharp

Arturo Ramirez?

Who's asking?

You're under arrest for murder. You know the drill.

Marissa Rumstead, you're under arrest for murder. Stand up.

Oh, my God.

This is a mistake. Marissa, don't worry.

We'll get Davis Webb involved.

Mrs. Owens, step back, please.

You think we don't know what this is about?

We've protested police brutality and this is the NYPD's revenge.

It's a frame job.

No justice, no peace.

Great. Now everybody hates us.

No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace!

If the Rights Alliance makes a big stink,

Pasta Plate will do anything to shut us up.

We can make them give three franchises to people we choose.

I'm just as horrified as you are, Jack.

But this is not a motive for murder.

Davis, she's on tape hatching a blackmail scheme that could land her in jail.

That's motive enough.

You can't take that video at face value.

It's just kids messing around, blowing off steam.

No matter, they're fired. We'll issue new guidelines, new training procedures...

Davis, I appreciate your coming in to defend your organization.

It's not just an abstract defense.

Courtney.

I can confirm that Marissa was at Jim's apartment

on my instructions to pick up registration forms.

As far as Arturo, I sent him to SoHo at 7:00 to leaflet.

Jack, I'm just asking you not to rush to judgment here.

The Rights Alliance has worked across party lines for 20 years.

Why put those good works into jeopardy

over a few dumb kids on some ambush video?

Davis, the chips will fall where they fall.

Thanks for coming in.

Mrs. Owens.

A few dumb kids? He's kidding, right?

The Rights Alliance has a legacy worth protecting.

Predatory lending reform, housing, minimum wage.

No one's disputing that.

So let's go the extra mile before we blow it all up.

What about this Patriot Ranger, Jerry Ganz?

Didn't he threaten Landy with a gun?

If you're asking if the police have

eliminated him as a suspect, the answer's no.

Say no more.

Bad news, Jerry. Guess what we found in your composter.

Okay, so I grabbed the camera away from the jackass.

Then he took off. But I never hurt him.

Then why lie to us about the camera?

Only because when I read someone killed him

I knew how this would look.

I am not the type the government

usually gives the benefit of the doubt.

Excuse me. Yeah?

Sorry, wrong answer.

So try again, Jerry.

The lab examined his shoes, his clothes.

No blood, no fluids, there's nothing linking him to Landy or the paint factory.

And nothing eliminating him as a suspect.

Finding the camera complicates matters.

We can't kick Ganz, but we still can't charge him.

Well, pardon my detectives for doing their job.

And by the way, we already have two murder suspects.

Good ones.

Not good enough.

Exactly what do you want from us?

Clarity.

Clarity?

Mr. Cutter, exactly how long have you been an A.D. A?

Since when do you get evidentiary clarity

in a murder case handed to you on a silver platter?

I think we're done here for today.

Hey, I want you to have the lab take

another run at matching those footprints to Ganz.

Loo, you've got to see this.

CCS salvaged some of the data

from the memory card from Landy's camera.

It's all from the night he was killed.

This clip's from 7:16 p.m. He's driving in his SUV.

Hello? Courtney, hey.

I already talked to Marissa.

I have one last area to hit and then I'm going home.

I can meet with Arturo tomorrow.

Why tonight? What's the big deal?

If you really want me to, fine.

Good night.

Morons.

Courtney Owens said she never spoke to him that night.

And here she is, calling him.

And sending him to meet Arturo Ramirez.

Talk to Mrs. Owens' family.

Find out what she was up to that night.

I'll fill out a 49 for Mike Cutter.

Rey.

Hey, Loo.

I'm so sorry about Deborah.

Thanks.

It means a lot, you being here.

Thanks.

Your daughters are so beautiful.

So, how you doing, old friend?

A day at a time.

How about you? Morris said that, uh,

he heard you were sick.

It's just rotten luck all around.

Listen, my girls and I are going to my sister-in-law's in Hempstead

for a little reception, if you want to join us.

Oh, I'd love to. But I need to get back.

Well...

If you could spare a few minutes,

it'd be a shame not to catch up.

Sure.

I'd like that.

After 10 years, Deborah couldn't fight it anymore.

The MS just completely overwhelmed her.

She died at home, in my arms.

So what's next?

You heading back to California?

Yeah.

Girls love it, and the job is good.

But Deborah's from the Island,

so it made sense to bury her here with her folks.

We're losing a lot of people, Loo.

I talked to Lennie a few days before the end,

and he was still cracking jokes.

Good old Lennie.

But Deborah...

In the end,

my girl,

she tried to be brave.

But it was bad.

It was bad.

Courtney didn't get home until late.

I think she was at the office.

You used to work at the Rights Alliance with your wife, Mr. Owens?

Yes. I was in accounting for 12 years.

Let me tell you, the view's better in the private sector.

Did you know Jim Landy?

No. I think he started just as I was leaving.

Did your wife say anything about him

when she came home that night he was killed?

Truth is, I was asleep when she got in.

We didn't talk.

Now, is there anything else?

You're right, the view is better here.

From accounting to PR.

How'd you swing that?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

It's just an interesting career change.

Well, that's what it is, interesting.

Now, I really need to get back to work.

Courtney Owens' husband was a bookkeeper with the Rights Alliance.

Then three weeks ago, he's reborn as a public relations executive,

a job he has no background for.

That's a move I'd like to learn.

Well, no doubt it helped that the PR firm has

a million dollar account with the Rights Alliance.

So, his wife was pulling a few strings. That's not so unusual.

But this is. A month before he left the Rights Alliance,

the man started buying municipal bonds.

In three weeks, he bought just over $500,000 worth.

On a bookkeeper's salary?

Where did the money come from?

Well, over the same three weeks,

the Rights Alliance's special projects fund

shows an unexplained debit of $500,000.

He was embezzling.

And maybe somebody, his wife Courtney,

found out what he was up to,

and got him out of the door before anyone else

at the Rights Alliance could trip to it.

Or she was in on the embezzlement.

All fine and good, but Landy's murder?

We found evidence Courtney called Landy the night he was killed.

Evidence she sent him to meet Arturo Ramirez.

Of course. She was worried that whatever scandal

Landy's video would generate

wouldn't stop at the Pasta Plate extortion.

That it would eventually expose her husband's embezzlement.

So, another murder suspect. Courtney Owens.

I hope you've at least eliminated Jerry Ganz from the running.

Not quite.

The police found Landy's camera hidden on Ganz's property,

and he had access to the murder scene.

So, the list of suspects just keeps growing,

and we have no definite proof of anything.

Somebody say something.

This is not a simple murder, Jack.

Then sort it out, all of you, or find people who can.

I had to take work home but didn't have my flash drive,

so I borrowed Jim's from his desk.

That's when I found the video he made.

Did you tell anyone?

Yes, Courtney, and she freaked.

She said we had to get his videos or we'd go to jail.

She told me to tell Jim to meet Arturo at the paint factory.

Just tell him some story that there were squatters there,

and they needed to register.

Jim didn't want to go, so Courtney called him.

What did you do?

Courtney told me to meet Arturo at Jim's place.

He called and told me how to get into Jim's place,

and where to find these memory cards.

Did Arturo tell you he killed Jim?

No.

But I didn't know anything about it

until the cops showed up at the Rights Alliance.

Marissa, unless you tell us everything...

I am!

I don't know anything about this murder.

I swear.

So, what, the chemical from the paint factory was on my shoes?

I was picketing there six months ago.

As far as Marissa saying that I called her about Landy's videos?

She's lying.

I called her 'cause I'm...

I wanted to hit that.

We also have you picking up Landy's videos the day after his murder.

You know dumping Landy's body,

making us think it was some anti-government nut,

that put us off the trail for maybe five minutes.

But now you're in our crosshairs.

Either you roll on Courtney, or you take the weight for everything.

No, see, you got nothing.

Just proof I picked up some dead guy's videos,

which I paid for.

You want to nail me for that,

go crazy.

He dodged the security cameras on the ferries and bridges.

What about his cell phone call to Marissa,

tell me it bounced off a tower on Staten Island.

No, Brooklyn. He was already across the bridge.

But this is weird.

Ramirez made 26 calls in the last six months

from a location near JFK,

always on Tuesdays and Thursdays,

and always in the early evening.

Calls to who?

Different people. It's the pattern that sticks out.

Pinpoint the exact location. If it's inside the JFK's security ring,

there'll be video.

All the calls were made in proximity to the Vanguard Airport Hotel.

Here is Mr. Ramirez sitting behind the wheel,

on October 2, 5:29 p.m.

What's he doing there?

Stay tuned.

Davis Webb.

And this was a minute later.

Courtney Owens.

The front desk said that she and Mr. Webb have been regulars

twice a week for the past eight months.

An affair, just what this case needed.

It appears to be over.

The front desk said they stopped coming six weeks ago.

Six weeks is when Courtney's husband

started taking money out of the Rights Alliance.

Right. I don't think he was taking it

so much as someone was giving it to him to keep his mouth shut.

Courtney's husband found out about the affair.

Webb paid him off with the Rights Alliance money,

found him a cushy job.

Webb's married. The head of a national organization,

a guy with political ambitions.

So, this is the real scandal they were afraid Landy's video would unravel.

They killed him to cover-up the cover-up of their affair.

Just how many layers does this onion have?

It all comes down to Davis Webb.

He had the most to lose.

Ramirez was his gofer.

If anyone gave the order to get rid of Landy, it's Webb.

Then what are you waiting for?

If you have the evidence, charge him.

I see.

And what's with our favorite Patriot Ranger?

Ganz is refusing to post bail,

and his lawyer keeps squawking about malicious prosecution.

Despite the fact that his client lied to the police

and destroyed evidence.

There's the problem right there.

If you can argue Ganz is the killer one minute,

and Webb the next, so can they.

They can point at each other

and create reasonable doubt.

Oh, that's great, more good news.

Davis Webb on behalf of the Rights Alliance

just hit us with a motion to suppress.

Deal with it. I have to attend a panel on violent crime.

It would be nice if we were solving it

instead of just talking about it.

In 2008, New York City was the safest big city in the nation.

There are still areas where we can do better.

And with your help, we will.

I have time for a few questions.

Yeah?

I would like you to address your office's naked contempt for the Rights Alliance.

You've arrested two employees, you're harassing others.

We have no such contempt.

I've worked with the Rights Alliance in the past and hope to again.

Lies!

You're letting socialist scum get away with murder

while an innocent patriot rots in jail.

I won't comment on an ongoing investigation.

You're just going to stand there and tell us

you don't owe any of us an explanation?

You're the one that should be investigated.

- Thanks for your time. - Tyrant!

Free Jerry! Free Jerry!

No Justice, no peace! No Justice, no peace!

I was like a corncob in a pigsty.

They all wanted a piece of me.

Oh, don't tell me you're afraid of a little democracy in action.

I wouldn't have minded it so much

if it wasn't all our own damn fault.

We're twisting in the wind with multiple suspects.

And the police haven't closed the loop on anyone.

I don't decide who to prosecute, you do.

You have to set the table for us, Lieutenant.

That's how this works.

I'm going to tell you exactly how this works, Mr. McCoy.

You and your whole office...

I have to get back.

I didn't tell Marissa to call Jim. I didn't tell her anything.

She's lying.

She's a desperate girl.

We have the tape of your call to Jim,

the one where you told him to meet Arturo.

To meet him in SoHo, to drop off his registration forms.

He never showed up. That's why I sent Marissa to his apartment.

But you said you never talked to Jim.

I remembered the call after I spoke to you.

I didn't think it mattered.

Look, Mrs. Owens, we get that killing Landy wasn't your idea.

We get that you want to protect Davis Webb.

I'm not protecting anybody.

This whole mess is going to fall on you or on Mr. Webb.

That affair is over.

I'm back with my husband now.

I'm not protecting Davis Webb.

I have no reason to.

Give me and Mrs. Owens a second.

Mrs. Owens, when my detectives came

to pick you up at from your office,

had you just come from some special occasion?

No.

Were you going somewhere special after work?

No. Just home.

Just home to your husband?

Well, he has a dinner with clients.

And these, uh...

These stockings you're wearing...

They're not your everyday gear, are they?

I don't know. I...

They're expensive.

They're sexy.

You're still seeing him, aren't you?

Davis Webb?

No, that's over. It was nothing.

You're still in love with him.

What kind of promises did he make you?

He say he was going to leave his wife?

He says he just needs a little more time.

Don't give me that look.

You don't know how it is with us, okay?

Well...

I'll tell you what I do know.

When this is done,

you'll be in jail, he'll be with her.

No, he won't.

Davis loves me.

If it comes to that, he'll stand by me.

I know it.

Then prove it.

Prove it to yourself.

You know, whatever you needed to tell me

it could've waited until we met at the hotel.

We can't go on like this, Davis.

Not with Marissa and Arturo still in jail...

The Rights Alliance is covering their legal expenses.

The case against them is garbage.

They'll be okay.

I'm just really scared.

Everything's going to blow over, I promise.

When it does,

do you think we can finally get that place together?

Down the line? Absolutely.

I just want the kids out of the house first.

They're saying...

They're telling me that you told Arturo to kill Jim.

I don't want to believe it.

Don't believe it. It's a lie.

Why did he do it?

You know Arturo. He's a loose cannon.

Well, you must have told him something.

I told him we had a problem that needed to be cleaned up,

and he had to do what was needed.

Do what was needed?

How could you tell a guy like Arturo that?

What does it matter?

Arturo knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Come here.

I'll meet you at the hotel.

What does it matter?

Arturo knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Come here.

I'll meet you at the hotel.

Here's what happens next, Mr. Webb.

My detectives and Ms. Rubirosa are meeting with Arturo Ramirez.

They'll play him this tape, especially the parts where you implicate him.

Loyal as he is, my guess, he won't take it well.

Whoever sings first, Mr. Webb, gets the nicer cage.

Twenty years I spent building this organization.

What was I supposed to do? Let some right-wing hack...

Come in.

Mr. McCoy.

What can I do for you?

You've already done a lot.

We have pleas from Davis Webb and Arturo Ramirez.

Deals for Courtney Owens

and Marissa Rumstead are already in the works.

And Jerry Ganz has agreed to five years probation

on charges of robbery and obstruction.

A fair day's work.

Lieutenant,

I'm sorry I suggested

you and your detectives had let me down in any way.

I was wrong.

Apology accepted.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Okay, I'll be right down.

That's my ride.

Frank, I don't know if I'm going to make it.

Shh.

It's going to be all right.

It's going to be all right.