Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 10 - Enemy Within - full transcript

Narrator: 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.

(door opens)

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.

(grunts)

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.
- (Picks up phone)

- 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!

(phone slams down)

This so-called
reinforced door...

- (knocks)
- 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?

Zainer: 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?
- (alarm beeping)

There's a fire down
the hall. I hear noises!

This is it! It's them.

They're coming for
me. Zainer, help me!

(beeping)

(bolt clicks)

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.

- (thud)
- Sir, I need your location.

- Sternman Towers!
- (thudding)

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.

(loud crack)

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

Sir?

(theme music playing)

Man: 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.

(coughs)

He suffered from
depression, anxiety...

Sounds like he kept you busy.

He was an interesting man.

All right, Mr. Zainer,
thank you.

Goren: 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.

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.

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.

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

Deakins: 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.

(ringing)

Goren.

Man: The patrolmen found
him trying to set the fire.

He reached for something.
They opened fire.

- Deakins: What was he reaching for?
- A set of car keys.

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

Man: 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.

Zainer: 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.

Eames: 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.

Eames: 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.

- (phone rings)
- 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.

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.

Woman: Thank you.

Eames: 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.

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.

- Man: 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.
- Woman: 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.

Lawyer: 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.

Lawyer: 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?

Lawyer: 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.

(door opens)

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.

- Boy: Gimme! It's mine!
- Daniel!

Let Matt take a shot!

Matt: 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.

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?

(laughs) 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.

Zainer: 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.

(drilling)

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.

Eames: 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.

Eames: 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?

- (Kit laughs)
- Lawyer: This is the most outrageous
conduct I've ever seen.

Kit, let's go.

- That's 10...
- (Kit chuckles)

- 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.

Eames: 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 I...

You're crazier than Harry.

Edward's gay.

I never told Harry.
He had no clue.

Lawyer: 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.

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

Goren: 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.

Eames: 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. (laughs)

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!

Eames: You told Kit her husband
found out she was having an affair.

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

with you.

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

because he was
gonna have another kid.

Goren: 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.
- Eames: 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.

(handcuffs clanking)

Zainer pleaded to
second-degree manslaughter,

Edward Sternman to arson
and two counts of man one,

and Kit Sternman
to attempted murder.

Deakins: 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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