Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 20 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent - full transcript

In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal
offenders are pursued

by the detectives of
the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

I want the kind with the stars.

We only have noodles.

Do I have to go to school
tomorrow if I'm still sick?

No, they'll just send you home.

I'm going to see if
Daddy read my e-mail.

Computer voice: Check your mail.

- Who's sending Daddy mail?
- "SexyRita."



- Who's that?
- Don't open it.

Go wash up. I'll
get lunch ready.

Okay.

Go wash up now.

(rhythmic electronic
music plays)

I'll be home by 6:30.
Why? What's wrong?

- Wife: Nothing.
- I can hear it in your voice.

Just make sure
you're home on time.

These are the pension fund
files for the Mancuso meeting.

Everything okay?

It's just Mandy. She's on
a tear about something.

So you know, she
called while you were out.

She wanted the "who-what-where"
of your lunch hours

the last couple of weeks.



- I hope you told her.
- I told her what you tell me.

And I didn't mention the woman
who calls and never leaves her name.

Next time Mandy calls, tell her.

Tell her I told you to tell her.

Okay.

We can't be bulls in
the old china shop here.

One individual has
already resigned.

I pulled the records,
Mr. Mancuso.

You still have nearly a dozen
people whose status is questionable.

I'm not signing off on the
audit until this is rectified.

I understand you
have a job to do.

Just do your damn job.

There's no need for
that kind of language.

You prefer some other language?

How about "kickbacks"?

If you don't clean
it up, Mancuso,

I'll bring in people who will.

There's nobody, Mandy. I swear.

Do I look like a stupid person?

I found your personal
ad on a web site.

You've had it there
at least a month.

That's not true.
That's not mine.

I printed it out. Tell
me that's not you.

Mandy, I did not post this.

I called the bank.
That ad was paid

by electronic check
from our account, Ron.

Er... Sarah's finished her bath.

Come on, Billy,
it's time for bed.

(man rapping) Power
Company, for the meter.

Oh, jeez!

(theme music plays)

The couple's name is
Sherwood, Ron and Mandy.

He works in the City Comptroller's
office. She's a part-time nurse.

Two kids in grammar
school... William and Sarah.

Any domestic violence
calls? No, never.

So he chased her down
here and into the kitchen.

We got what appears to be
defensive wounds on her arms.

One of the first swings
knocks her down.

Looks like she tries
to duck under the table,

but he caught her in
the back of the head.

The leuco brought up blood
spatters clear across the room.

There's a knife missing
out of the knife block.

You'll find it upstairs.

(camera shutter clicks)

You guys mind
stepping off the carpet?

I want lots of photos
of the carpet...

Different angles, heights, okay?

They're over here.

This was the son.
Nine years old.

Suffocated with a pillow.

The little girl, six years old.

Put the knife against
his chest and fell on it.

Suicide by stabbing.
Was there a note?

This whole house is a note.

This was in his back pocket...
A personal ad from a web site.

Sounds like it could be Sherwood's.
Could be what started the argument.

He kills his wife in a rage...

but the kids?

No sir, they haven't
made a determination yet.

If it turns out it's a domestic
squabble gone haywire,

we'll kick it back to the 1-0.

Yes, sir.

I swear I could hear him
breaking into a cold sweat.

With this budget crisis,
last thing the mayor needs

is a scandal with one
of his accountants.

Sherwood seems
ready-made for the part.

Last year he got a
desk appearance ticket

for cruising prostitutes
on 26th Street.

Ron Sherwood's parents
are dead. He has no siblings.

But Mandy Sherwood has a
mother and sister in Wisconsin,

either of who would've
been fit guardians for the kids.

And...?

Men who kill their wives
usually kill their kids

if there's nobody else
left to look after them.

That just leaves not
wanting your kids to grow up

knowing their dad's
a murdering scumball.

And he cheated on their
mom. There were five e-mails

from girlfriends on
his Internet account.

Two of them mention
play dates he had

during his lunch hour
over the last month.

Make sure Mr. Sherwood wasn't
subsidizing his fun with our tax dollars.

Out of nowhere, Mrs.
Sherwood just started

giving me the third degree on
where he spends his lunch hour.

All I know is he
didn't spend it with me.

Is there any reason to
believe he wasn't just...

having lunch?

A few times, some woman
called and wouldn't leave her name.

Did you tell Mrs.
Sherwood about her? No.

Because Mr. Sherwood
asked you not to?

No. He told me next time Mrs.
Sherwood called, to tell her.

What projects was he working on?

Audits. He was under the gun

to trim budgets in
every department.

He had a lot on his mind.

Mr. Sherwood have a
problem with his back?

With his neck. Why?

Well, the bookcases.

Oh, right. He had me
empty the top shelves

because he said it hurt
when he reached up.

Sherwood's doctor said
he was still being treated

for a pinched nerve in his neck
and pain and weakness in his left arm.

The ME doesn't think Sherwood
could've swung a bat with enough force.

Where's your partner?

What are those lines?

Marks left on the carpet
by a vacuum cleaner.

They're all going
toward the door.

Someone vacuumed this way,

backing out towards the
door and right out of the house.

The same pattern's on the
carpet in the master bedroom.

To the door, and
out to the hallway.

Any chance it was
done before the killings?

No. There's no
footprints on the carpet

matching Sherwood,
his wife, the kids.

The prints are
from our personnel.

The prints that someone
didn't want us to see

belong to the people
who killed the Sherwoods.

Something wrong with
the order, Mr. Mancuso?

I don't like fish. I
don't like seafood.

You ought to eat fish.

Salmon, sardines...
They're filled with omega-3.

Brain food. That's
why my girls eat fish.

Ms. Randolph, I
have to tell you,

I am extremely disturbed
about what happened.

It is disturbing... how a man
can lose touch with his own soul,

kills the people who love him.

If there are any
repercussions...

The only repercussion is if you
lose touch with yourself, Mr. Mancuso.

I have to be home.

Hold up.

Your "doggie bag"?

The vacuuming marks on the carpets
didn't match the Sherwood's vacuum cleaner.

The one that was used was
larger, possibly an industrial model.

What about fingerprints? Fingerprints
in the house belonged to the family.

If anybody else was
here besides them,

they didn't leave
anything behind.

You have Sherwood's shirt?

Yeah.

We found his blood
on it, of course,

and his wife's.

Goren: The bat?

Mandy Sherwood was down...

She was crawling
under the table.

If Sherwood had killed her,

he'd be standing somewhere...

right about here.

Ready for his next swing,
He swings at her like this,

her blood splashes
back toward him.

He'd have blood spatter
on the right inside sleeve,

the lower front of his shirt

and the lower part
of his left sleeve.

The table would
have blocked the blood

from going any higher
up on the left sleeve.

So...

why is there blood splatter
up on his left shoulder?

There shouldn't be.

The blood was applied
to Sherwood's shirt

after Mandy Sherwood was killed.

They knew enough to
know there'd be blood spatter

and they got the
general angle right,

everything except for
up on the left shoulder.

A staged murder scene.

Staged by somebody
who knows forensics,

who knows procedure.

Cops? Cops.

I'm not witch-hunting cops
over a couple of blood spatters.

It's not just that. The ticket
Sherwood got for cruising hookers?

The officer who wrote it
conveniently passed away

six months ago
of a heart attack.

People die.

Nobody's been able
to find the paperwork,

and nobody can locate
a copy of the affidavit.

Then there's Sherwood's pen-pals
from the personals web site...

They're all dummy accounts
paid for with cribbed credit cards.

We're being gaslighted
by professionals.

They needed to
get rid of Sherwood,

they invented a cover story.

"The sex-obsessed milquetoast

who slaughters his
family and suicides himself

in an orgy of shame and guilt."

But cops killing a whole family?

Planting a summons on our system

is a tall order for a civilian.

Cops it is.

Somewhere along the line,

Sherwood got on their bad side.

None of Sherwood's audits
touched on the police department.

The biggest fish he was frying
was the tax assessor's office.

Sherwood probably wasn't
killed by a bunch of tax assessors.

What about this memo to
the city pension department?

That was in connection
with an audit he was doing

of the City School
Security Division.

Some of their security
officers are retired city workers.

And some of the city workers
in this memo are retired cops.

Eames: I know what
Sherwood was looking for.

"Double dippers." My old
man got in trouble for doing it.

When he retired from the force,

he got a job with the City
Parks working with kids.

He was drawing a pension from the
city while working full-time for the city.

It's a no-no. It's
cops and money.

I had two meetings
with Mr. Sherwood.

I like to keep things agreeable,

but he was "fists up"
right from the start.

Right... what's so
disagreeable about ex-cops

taking the city for a ride?

- I'm sorry?
- The double-dipping,
Mr. Mancuso.

We got that all sorted out.

I asked the individual
involved for his resignation.

Eames: Any fines or restitution?

No. I made a determination
it was unnecessarily punitive.

That's awfully agreeable of you.

What about the other
dozen security officers

whose pension records
Sherwood was examining?

Those were just clerical errors,

forms that hadn't
been properly filled out.

Well, you must be a very...

agreeable guy to
work for, Mr. Mancuso.

I like to think
of myself as fair.

These are brave men who put
their lives on the line for the city.

They deserve the
benefit of the doubt.

If you don't mind,
we'd like the name

of the "brave man" who resigned.

Those pension rules
are a bunch of crap.

My partner's with you on that.

My old man got caught in
the same bind. No kidding?

Except he had to pay back
nearly 50 grand to the city.

How'd you get away clean?

"Clean" nothing. I
gave up a good job.

All I got now is the pension.

Hasn't kept you from living large,
Phil. What have you got in here?

Prime rib. Wow!

Is that a lobster wiggling
around down there?

It's... Get out of my stuff!

What is this? It's a
$50 bottle of wine!

Here's what we
think, Mr. Legrand.

You and your
double-dipping buddies

were kicking back
your wages to Mancuso,

but when Sherwood
started sniffing around,

Mancuso got nervous.

He needed to throw
Sherwood a bone.

You guys drew straws.
You came up short

and now your buddies
are taking care of you.

But one resignation wasn't
enough for Sherwood, right?

So your buddy-boys
did something about him.

You guys...

I wanted to make dinner
for my girlfriend, all right?

I couldn't afford
what she likes,

so she gave me the
money for these groceries.

That's who's taking care of me.

So now that I've
humiliated myself,

why don't you take your
Mutt-and-Jeff act off my property?

Gee, I need a hankie.

Don't feel too sorry for
him. Did you see this?

"Sullivan River
Homeowners Association"?

Somebody's got himself
a nice home in the country.

He's made more recent purchases.

Brand new trailer hitch...

for a boat... a big one.
The dealer's name's on it.

Phil isn't handling it well.

I heard it in his voice.
Those detectives rattled him.

Maybe he ought to take his boat
out on the river, calm himself down.

I don't know, Terry. CSU's still
crawling all over the Sherwood's place...

I know all about that.
Now stop your worrying.

It's like what I
tell my girls...

"Don't suffer future pain. Take
care of business here and now."

Jakes: Hola, here he comes.

Hold it! Hold up!
Stay right there!

Hold up!

Hey, Officer Terry, chill!

You chill, moron. You're late.

Come on, I got detention.

You're going to be on permanent
detention if you don't wise up.

You're a day late. Now let's go.

I got it, I got it.

That's my working capital!

That's a fine you pay for
trying to duck me, amigo.

Damn, lady, you
ain't even a real cop.

But you're a real dope
dealer, and I am a badge.

And I have the authority to arrest
you, pacify you and mess you up...

And that's before I turn
you over to the real cops.

You and your colleagues live
and breathe at my pleasure.

Remember that.

Man: Stolen right
out of his driveway?

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Mr. Legrand took delivery
just a couple of weeks ago.

Yeah, it's a shame. We need a copy
of the sales contract, for our report.

Sure. He bought a 30-footer,

all the amenities
you can imagine.

How much? Just
under a hundred grand.

How'd he pay? Oh, installments.

How many installments? I'd
have to look at the contract.

Off the top of your head, Mel...

More than one installment?

(laughs) Yeah, of course.

Less than 10? Could be.

Was it check or cash, Mel?

I don't really...

You don't really?
He doesn't really...

We'll just assume it was cash.

When was the last
payment made? Yesterday.

Has it been deposited yet?

There's a chance it
could be in the safe still.

Eames: Let's take a look. Okay.

Our lab took a look at the
cash you gave the boat dealer.

They found traces of
Ecstasy and ketamine.

High school party drugs, Phil.

What were you doing? Selling drugs
to kids you were getting paid to protect?

I know the drill. I don't
have to say anything.

Forget about the drugs,
forget about the cash,

all you need to remember
is the number four.

Four murders.

Four counts of conspiracy...

four bites at the death penalty.

I want my lawyer.

- Who went in their house, Phil?
- I want to go back to my cell.

It wasn't him.

He doesn't have
the front for it.

26 years on the force, you
never got out of the back.

You took the sergeant's exam
once, you never finished it.

Everything in your file says...

"worker bee."

So who gave you orders?

I want to go back to my cell

or I'm going to
file a complaint.

Phil, do you see what's
happening to you here?

Don't you want to get
out from under this?

Goren: Just tell us you had
nothing to do with this directly

and we'll go with that.

Just talk to us.

I want to go back to my cell.

Guy's been around
the dance floor too often.

The search team called from
his place up in the Catskills.

They found another
100 grand in cash.

We've got a very enterprising
crew of security guards.

(gunshot blasts)

We need an EMS
team up here right away.

What the hell happened here?

We just got the
cuffs off, Captain.

He just grabbed my weapon out of
the holster and blew himself away.

There was nothing I could do.

Okay, Johnston, just go
out and sit in the squad room.

No, sir, I take
full responsibility.

Things are going to get
real pleasant around here,

so if you have any good
news, now is the time to share it.

We're looking for someone
with an alpha personality...

With the organizational skills
to plan the Sherwood murders

and the ruthlessness
to carry them out;

the knowledge...

to plant disinformation

about Sherwood.

Maybe it's someone
with a military background.

There is a platoon dynamic here.

When they cut Legrand
loose, they took care of him

by giving him cash
and a new boat.

Legrand repaid that
loyalty by killing himself.

Death before dishonor?

Come on, this guy was afraid of
spending the rest of his life in jail.

You read his file. As a
cop, the guy was... average.

They'll probably all turn out to
have average service records...

Cops who feel they
never got their due...

Who feel they need
to prove something.

They decided to be the
best bad cops they could be.

Smoke the bastards out.

Eames: And this guy
got forensic experience

when he was in the
force. He goes here.

Here's a Desert Storm veteran.

This guy got suspended from the
department for procedural mistakes.

A disaffected cop.
He's got potential.

So does this one: three
years in the Marines...

12 years on the force,
retired on a disability

with the rank of Sergeant.

He took courses in computers.

He was attached at various
times to two CSU teams.

Well. Kept getting turned down
for a spot on the Detective Bureau.

Terry Randolph.

He's been with the School
Security almost two years.

He was Phil
Legrand's supervisor.

Well, here's one reason
why Randolph might've been

denied for detective...
Terry Randolph's a woman.

Funny how that detail escaped
your powers of observation.

Well, we need to talk

to whoever was her
rabbi on the force.

I haven't been in touch
with Terry for many years.

- How'd you hook up with her?
- I gave a class at the academy.

She was a recruit with more
questions than I had answers.

A year later, she called me

for a recommendation
to a street crime unit.

I saw in her file she
volunteered for a lot of overtime.

Did she have money pressures?

She was a single
mother with two kids.

What about on the job?
You said she was in a hurry.

Did she like quick fixes?

She was efficient,
very territorial.

To get respect from the street,

she would pick out the
baddest homeboy on the corner,

put the bracelets on him,

then take him to a quiet
place for a beat-down.

Why are you investigating her?

The Sherwood family murders.

There's a connection to corruption
in the School Security Division.

Well, I know she's a
hothead, but I can't imagine

Terry would be involved
with anything like that.

Terry was a smart,
driven young officer

who was denied advancement,

a promotion that would've
brought her a raise.

That breeds bitterness,
a sense of entitlement.

I know it does.

I always hoped that Terry
wouldn't be defeated by it.

(knocking on door) Excuse me.

Randolph's hitting
all the marks.

Not to mention,
she's territorial.

Let's go mark up her territory.

Listen, I don't know
no Phil Legrand, okay?

I don't even mess
around with dope.

We just saw you hand off a
blunt to one of your buddies.

That was a cigarette. I swear.

A cigarette? You're in
deep serious now, kid.

Those things will
kill you. Heads up.

(car motor running)

(yelling) You don't spit out a
name in the next five seconds,

I'm going to play dodge
ball with your head!

- What is going on here?
- Official business.

We're interviewing witnesses.

Nobody notified the security
division you'd be interviewing

witnesses on school property.

Oh... I didn't know we needed
to check with the security guards.

Security officers.

The security officers.
A sergeant, no less.

Cluster Sergeant Terry Randolph.

You were Phil
Legrand's supervisor.

Yes, ma'am.

Thanks for your help, kid.

You lay off the smokes.

Can we talk to you about Phil?

All I can tell you is
Legrand did his job well.

About his psychological
problems, I can't say.

Actually...

Randolph, he had other problems.

Detective, I prefer being
addressed by my rank.

Cluster Sergeant?

Sergeant Randolph, Legrand
was involved in drug dealing.

I'm surprised to hear that.

Oh, it went on right
under your nose.

Right, you talk to her.

Sergeant, we'd appreciate
any guidance you can give us.

Hah... guidance?!

Could you tell your partner I'm
a 12-year-veteran of the NYPD?

That I attained the
rank of Sergeant?

(Goren laughing)

Look at you now!
Goren, knock it off.

Go ahead and laugh, but
I got a record to stand on.

Since I took over,
crime on school property

in my district has dropped 50%.

- It's just good timing.
- It's respect, Detective.

I know how to earn it. I
earned it from these kids.

Nice talking to you, ma'am.

She "earned respect."

I wonder which bad homeboy
she beat down to earn it.

Man: Rudy Suarez
is still an open case.

You didn't mention
it in your phone call,

but I got you the
autopsy anyway.

We like to kid the school
security people around,

but you got to admit,
they've done a good job.

Especially Terry Randolph.
The crime statistics don't lie.

It doesn't hurt
that Rudy Suarez...

The baddest dope dealer in her
high schools... was killed last year.

Yeah, right. Shot in his bedroom
with his girlfriend, execution-style.

That's the way the locals take each
other out. They see it in the movies.

The living room
carpet was vacuumed.

And look...

on the kitchen floor.

Somebody sprayed leuco on the
floor looking for blood evidence.

Yeah, well, CSU did that.

This report says that CSU
sprayed leuco in the bedroom.

It says they sprayed
it in the bathroom.

It doesn't say they
sprayed it in the kitchen.

Randolph and her
crew killed Suarez.

That's how she got a handle
on the dope trade in her schools.

They killed Sherwood
and his family

because his investigation
might've uncovered

the dope dealing and
the Suarez murders.

The only thing
you've got in common

between the murders
is a vacuumed rug.

There's also
leuco crystal violet.

Randolph might've
sprayed it in the kitchen

at the Suarez place when she
was cleaning up the murder scene.

She also used it at
the Sherwood home.

Forensics found leuco where it
hadn't been sprayed by our people.

Goren: Leuco is made in batches.

Each batch has unique
chemical characteristics.

If we find out which batch
Randolph's leuco belongs to,

we can trace it through the
serial numbers on the cans.

We just need leuco samples from
all the CSU teams she trained with.

I'll get a "49" up to
the Chief of Detectives.

All it needs is your signature.

I'm not going to
discuss it with you.

Until I say different, you
are too young to wear lipstick.

- But Nyeesha wears lipstick.
- Nyeesha's a neighborhood girl.

If I wanted you to be
a neighborhood girl,

I'd send you to a
neighborhood school.

Your mother works hard
to pay for your schooling.

You should be thankful.
I don't want gratitude.

I want them to have
opportunities I didn't have.

Now, there's nothing special
about a girl who wears lipstick.

And you and your
sister are special girls

who have claim on every
special thing in this world.

Hmm?

Now go wash up.

(cell phone rings)

Yes?

Yes, hello.

Repeat that again.

No, I'm sure it's just
routine. Thanks for telling me.

Oh, how's your granddaughter?

That's good to hear.

Thank you.

Mom, I'm going to the store.

Eames: Which
one of you is Arliss?

I am.

We need to see
your supply of leuco.

Sure. I got cans in my
kit here and in the van.

You ever work with Terry
Randolph? She was a patrol officer.

I might, I don't know.

Her service record says

you did a six-month
training stint with her in '96.

Could be.

These cans are the
wrong batch numbers.

Same here. Just get these cans?

Yeah, I ran out a
couple of days ago.

The quartermaster's
records say you should have

at least eight cans left
with this batch number.

Must be a clerical
mistake. Sorry.

"Clerical mistake,"
my ass. She got to him.

According to the supply records,

Arliss got his new cans
of leuco on Wednesday.

Which means he was tipped off
Tuesday or Wednesday morning.

Which means the leaks are coming
from somewhere in this building.

I checked who the
requisition went to

in the Chief of Detectives'
office, besides, of course,

the chief of detectives.

I can vouch for his assistant.

Denise? You dog.

I need tracking information

on requisition number
2436-17, sent last Tuesday.

Who in your office
handled that requisition?

Spell that.

Thank you.

Randolph's file.

There.

Go for a walk?

Meet Cecilia Wang,

a.k.a. "Deep Throat."

Randolph pinched her granddaughter
in a drug sweep four years ago.

The charges were dismissed
after Randolph didn't show up

to testify at the grand jury.

Randolph did her a favor.
And Mrs. Wang's paying it back.

Bring Mrs. Wang in.
Threaten her with...

Off the top of my head, I can think
of a dozen statutes she's violated.

The most we'll get from her is
that she tipped off Terry Randolph

about the requisition
for leuco samples.

Then put that CSU
technician through the wringer.

Or the head of the School
Security Division, Mancuso.

Besides the fact that we
have no leverage against them,

I doubt they have any
firsthand knowledge

of the murders. All they
could offer is hearsay.

Then find Randolph's
accomplices... The other ex-cops.

Accomplice testimony
with no corroboration?

The drug dealers they've
been shaking down?

Witnesses credibility problems.

You'd make a hell
of a defense attorney.

Randolph's the main domino.

We make her fall, they all fall.

The best way...

The most certain way...

Is if she implicates herself.

And you have a plan?

It speaks to your good character
you have qualms about this scheme.

You already have a
legitimate search warrant.

Why do you need me to
phony up official documents?

Lieutenant, I knew
you'd have concerns

about the legality of this plan.

I'm here to assure you
we're on solid ground.

I have concerns that you're going
after the wrong person for murder.

Well, this is one way
to find out, isn't it?

Grandmother: Be
careful over there.

I'm sure he knows
what he's doing.

No argument here.

Nice house.

How'd you swing it?

Randolph: That's
none of your business.

It's just an innocent question.

There's nothing innocent
about that baby face.

I had savings from
my late husband,

and Terry had savings.
That's how we paid for it.

We're done. The place is clean.

I'm not done yet.

(sighs)

Your girls...

They go to Maryhill?

That's 10... 15,000
a year for each.

How do you afford it?

If something's important
enough, you find a way.

We're very frugal.

Oh.

Oh, my partner's
a miser, I'm frugal...

And neither of us could afford a
house, two kids in a private school...

You're not that frugal.

You buy nice
clothes, pay full price,

nothing in your
size is ever on sale.

You buy good
quality accessories,

like that leather case.

You're not married, so
you spend money on dates.

You like good food.

You have someone in to clean
your apartment every week.

You're smart, have lots
of interests and hobbies

and you spend a fortune on them.

I don't wonder that you
don't have money for a house.

I wonder how you make subway
fare the way you spend money.

That's pretty good, Randolph...

but you didn't
answer my question.

How can she afford
private school?

Leave my mother alone. Where
does the money come from?

She works hard.

She murders dope dealers

and steals their... their money.

She murdered a whole family...

That's enough! Where
does she keep the cash?

Just tell me where
she keeps the cash!

Goren!

I need to talk to you.

You're out of line. She's
a disgrace to the uniform.

We're hitting dead ends.
Doesn't that tell you something?

We're not wrong about her.

You heard what
they said at the 2-7.

Eames: We're done
here. Okay? We're going.

I'm sorry for my partner.

There's no reason for animosity.

You know, I still have a lot
of friends in the department.

Well, watch your back.

"To Ronald Carver,
District Attorney's Office,

in re: Sherwood family murders.

Per your request, I reviewed my
files concerning Terry Randolph

and discovered
incriminating information

pertinent to your investigation.

You can access this information

on the department database,

under archive number:

7-4-7-7-2.

Signed, Lieutenant Anita
Van Buren, 27th Precinct."

Cover copy to the
Chief of Detectives.

It's Cecilia.

You're asking about
correspondence

from the 27th Precinct?

I found one.

Evening, Morris. You got
everything locked down?

Yes, ma'am. I
just did my rounds.

All right, I have to
check up on you now.

I'll be back in 15.

(radio chatter)

(siren effect wails)

(door bangs)

That's your virtual arrest.

And this is your actual one.

This is a mistake. I
didn't do anything.

You stole a confidential
police file. That's grand larceny.

An overt act in furtherance of
a conspiracy to commit murder.

You see, one of my hobbies

is studying the laws you
were once paid to enforce.

It's surprisingly cheap.

Please, don't take
my girls away from me!

I did it for them. I sacrifice
everything for them.

The Sherwood family
sacrificed their lives.

Four innocent lives.

Two children you smothered

with the same hands you tuck
your daughters in bed with at night.

I don't know if
it's a good thing

or a bad thing that
you won't be around

as a role model
for them anymore.

The best intentions.

(theme music plays)