Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 8 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent - 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.

(phone rings)

Yes?

Tonight?

Call me when it's done.

Thanks.

So what's going on
with this reporter?

- You hear anything?
- He prints that garbage,



you know we're screwed.

Screw him, six ways to Sunday.

He isn't printing anything.

- Check this.
- Man on tape: Listen, you
self-satisfied jerkwad.

- "Jerkwad"?
- You're a damn liar and your
paper's a piece of crap.

You think you can get away with
destroying people's lives, you're wrong.

You hurt us, we'll
hurt you back.

Goes to all the
trouble of calling,

you'd think he'd do better
than, "We'll hurt you back."

- How you coming along?
- He got a threat.

A threat? There something
you're not telling me?

Might be.

Take the weekend,
but I expect a Pulitzer.

Man: I don't know if I can.



Okay, okay, I'll be there.

Where am I taking
this guy, anyway?

No, it's cool. I
was just asking.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Hey, Phil, you coming to
Ruby's to watch the game?

No. I got something
else I gotta do.

You looking for a rider?

Yeah. I got a call.

They didn't give me a
name or nothing, but...

You're gonna want to keep
your eyes on the road, guy.

Oh, come on. It's
couple of days.

And then we could
sneak off to Hilton Head.

Oh, come on. My mom
and dad both like you a lot.

The only people in America
still impressed by reporters.

No, they like you in spite
of the fact you're a reporter.

Thank you.

Driver: Are we
picking somebody up?

Making a delivery or something?

Rider: Yeah,
something like that.

Yeah, you just keep
the motor running.

Mom is always saying,
it ain't never going...

(shouts)

(woman screams)

- Get out of the way!
- (screams)

Oh my God. Oh my God.

(theme music playing)

Man: I'd just come
out for a smoke.

I wasn't really paying
a 100% attention.

The next thing I know,
some black guy is shooting.

Did you get a look at him?

Mostly I was
looking at that gun.

As soon as he's done shooting
them, he started waving it around.

I thought... I've never
been so scared in my life.

Did you see him take off?

Yeah. There was a car

over there, across the street.

He ran for it, and then
they just gunned out of here.

Gunned? It had a lot of power?

Yeah, a big red car...

Kind of vintage.

Like...

a "Starsky and Hutch" car?

Yeah, like that. Detective?

Okay.

We got your number.

We'll bring you in tomorrow to
look at some pictures. Thanks.

- Yeah.
- Talk about bad habits...

Fried and his fiancée
ate here every Thursday.

He even proposed to her here.

You check how they fell?

He shoved her behind
him to protect her,

only the shooter used
a cannon at two feet.

- Right though him.
- Twice.

Shooter liked a
lot of firepower.

Probably pissed his letter to
the editor didn't get published.

- This guy's a reporter?
- Derek Fried, "The Ledger."

He did that big exposé last year

on corruption in the 1-5.

Where those nine cops
lost their badges, right?

Jeez.

Too bad she had
to get shot, too.

Voice mail's been erased.

But it was definitely a threat?

""The Ledger's' a
lying piece of crap"

and "We're going to hurt
you." That's what I heard.

The caller say what
he was mad about?

- Not specific, no.
- Thank you, Bill. I'll take it from here.

I'm Jason Richards,
editor of the Metro desk.

Until we get the ground rules straight with
1-P-P, Mr. Fried's files are off-limits.

Could you step in
here for a moment?

Of course the Major Case
Squad's extremely capable.

Nobody's trying to stop
them from doing their job.

If you're barring my
people from investigating

this guy's records,
it's the same thing.

"The Ledger" has a
right to exercise caution.

Especially in light of this
reporter's history with the NYPD.

If that's your concern, that material
can be excluded from the investigation.

Your presumption being a
cop had nothing to do with this.

My presumption being

you're acting out of a genuine
concern for the First Amendment,

not grandstanding to
boost your circulation.

- How about the Impala?
- The lines were different. Rounder.

- How about this one?
- The body's right...

The paint job was
new. Same with the tires.

But the grille here and the
back bumper were missing.

- Great, thanks.
- Yeah.

Eames, I got to see a buddy about
a '71 Malibu. You want to come?

Sure. I love meeting
your buddies.

That wrench has got to be here.

I know I had it when I dropped
the tranny on that Mustang coupe.

I still can't get used
to seeing you in a suit.

It's a '71 Malibu, Lewis.

A getaway car in a shooting.
The owner's restoring it.

The owner of the Malibu

still hasn't nailed down
the grille or the rear bumper.

Bring back any memories, Bobby?

- Whew.
- Hey, about that Malibu,

I got a call from
Reggie in Yonkers.

He's got a friend who was looking
to score a grille from that year.

You want, I can
get the guy's name.

That would be great.

351 four-barrel.

Who you trying to outrun?

Whoa. I think I'm in love.

(siren wails)

Ahh!

Give it up, garbage boy!

- What'd I do?
- You got yourself arrested, Phil.

I got it. Full count.

Five grand.

Hey, is that Davy?

Yeah, tell him I got
something for him.

Yeah. A puzzle.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay, next stop Crown Heights.

Right.

I am completely
innocent in this thing.

We've got your car as the
getaway in a double homicide.

That's a long way
from innocence, Phil.

I admit to nothing.

I'm really impressed
with that car, Phil.

It's a work of art.

- It's not finished.
- Well, it's getting there.

4-11 SS, Turbo-Jet V-8.

I've seen some of them
go for close to 30 grand.

I have to ask myself,

why would Phil put a
sweet vehicle like that

anyplace near where shots
are going to be thrown?

I... I wouldn't.

Right.

The answer has to
be that you didn't know.

Had you known a hit
like that was going down,

you would've
used a different car.

Right, right. I didn't know.

Well, how'd you put
yourself in a position like that?

Driving someone to do a hit
you didn't even know about?

Was it this gambling
thing we heard about?

You got yourself all jammed up?

I don't have any choice in it...

when they ask me
to do these things.

Who asks you? Your bookie?

No, he's gone. Long gone.

He sold the debt, so
now they just call me.

- Who?
- I don't know who!

And I can't say no. You
can't say no to these people.

Oh God, I'm going to go to jail
for a real long time now, aren't I?

(sobbing)

Goren: You can help
yourself by helping us.

The guy you
drove, the shooter...

could you pick him
out of a mug book?

Get the goldfish. Good.

Woman: It's about time, baby.

I never thought a bed was
going to open up for you.

- (dog barking)
- Wait. Shh!

- Come on.
- (shouting)

Don't move! Get
down, ma'am, get down!

- Get down, get down!
- I got her!

(gun cocks)

Put it down, Greg.

Go. Go.

It's all right, kid. Your
dad's going to be fine.

Isn't that right, Greg?

It's going to be all right, son.

Daddy's okay.

Keep that positive
attitude, Greg.

- You're going to need it
where you're going.
- I'm okay, son.

Eames: That cannon of yours

matches the slugs they dug out
of the reporter and his fiancée.

Long and short of it,
Gregory, you're dead meat.

I don't want my son
going to Social Services.

You call my mother,
she'll come pick him up.

Her name's Sandra Generet.

She works in the 12th
Assembly District's office

down by the Fulton Mall.

- You're not listening, Greg.
- No, you're not listening.

I don't want my
son in a foster home

'cause I know what
goes on down there.

Now, go call my mother.

Sandra, right?

You don't want your boy going down
the same road you're on. I understand that.

This is you four years ago.

You were a transit cop.

What happened to this guy?

The crack pipe we found in
your crib, is that what happened?

You know that driver?

He's all jammed up
on a gambling thing.

That's how they got to him.

How did these people get to you?

Your drugs?

- Your kid?
- I should've shot you
when I had the chance.

I've heard that.

Have you heard this one?

That a man's family

serves his time with him?

It's up to you what kind of
life you want for your boy.

Well, right now what
I want is a lawyer.

Well?

I can't get ahold of my guy.

What do you mean?

I think he's been pinched.

- How much does he know?
- He only knows me.

I told him he'd be taken
care of, anything went wrong.

I hope you can
still back that up.

This is a damn disaster.

This can't work its way up the
ladder. You understand that, don't you?

It won't, Larry, long as
people get taken care of.

Damn it!

He's running on the
assumption the boy's safer

if he keeps his mouth shut.

Good assumption.
What about the girlfriend?

She'd be a great witness
if she knew anything.

We checked his work record.

Strictly transit. No connection
to the 1-5, past or present.

"The Ledger" sent over

drafts of articles
Fried was working on.

Road rage, high school gambling.

My pick of the week, shakedowns
in the garbage industry.

Phil the driver, he hauls
garbage for a living.

Fried's article
mentions one company.

The mob's been out
of garbage five years.

Everybody wants to
believe we're still crooks.

- The allegations
in Mr. Fried's article?
- A bunch of lying crap.

"Lying crap."

That's exactly what the guy
said on Fried's voice mail.

It must be garbage
industry jargon.

I never threatened anybody.

Here's some police jargon for
you, Mr. Salazzo... voice print.

We can match that threatening
message to your voice,

just like a fingerprint.

Okay, if I said something like that
to Fried, it wasn't a real sort of thing.

Eames: What sort
of "thing" was it?

It was for show. Fried was asking
around about the shakedowns.

People were upset, and I had
to let them know I was upset too.

You were his source?

It was going to come out anyway.

This way, maybe I buy
myself some goodwill

when he finally
prints something.

Who put out the hit?

I don't know. And
that's the God's truth.

Four of us have been
getting together to work

out how these shakedowns
are going to happen,

and I gave Fried their names.

I don't work for the garbage
hauler's union, I consult.

What does that mean, "consult"?

I advise them on a lot
of different situations.

You know what "consult" means.

Any idea why your name
came up in connection

with an article about this situation
with the garbage company?

Situation? I'm not sure
what you mean by that.

- You don't know
what "situation" means?
- The shakedown, Mr. Nawrocki.

On the level?

I thought it was
something that the union

should not participate in
but also not interfere with.

That's the advice I gave them.

And that's why this exposé by
Mr. Fried did not concern me.

- Now I got to get to a meeting.
- That's a nice tie-pin.

What is that, emblem
for the Fulton Mall?

Yeah.

"12." What is that?
Lucky number, or...

Right. A lucky number.

Nice talking to you.

12th Assembly District office.

The one Greg's mom works in.

I know my son has caused
a lot of pain to people.

Goren: We're not
here because of Greg.

Grandma's got oranges for you.

Here.

We're here because of a man named
Joe Nawrocki. Do you know him?

Mr. Nawrocki was doing
fundraising for district elections

when I started working
here 20 years ago.

Eames: When Greg was a teenager?

We pulled Greg's application
for the police department.

Mr. Nawrocki was
listed as a reference.

Mr. Nawrocki
helps a lot of people.

Especially your son. Davy, look.

It's your daddy when he was in
uniform at the police academy.

Now, who's he with
here? It's Mr. Nawrocki...

And shaking hands
with the governor.

What's that, about 1994?

Governor came through
on a campaign swing?

They took rookies
right out of the academy

to do security detail.

No.

They didn't send
just any rookie.

Those security details were
handpicked by local party bosses.

Very big deal for
a young officer.

Mr. Nawrocki was a
very close friend of yours,

wasn't he?

Yes, at one time. Yes.

When's the last time he called?

A couple of weeks ago.

He wanted to know
how Gregory was doing,

if he was still on drugs.

And you thought he
wanted to help him,

like before.

Didn't you?

I told him where he was.

Oh, God! (sobbing)

What did he talk my boy into?

My client has nothing to say.

Who's paying the bills for
this bozo, Greg? Joe Nawrocki?

He's my lawyer. That's
all you need to know.

If he's telling you not
to make a statement,

he's Nawrocki's lawyer.

Unless you've got a
death wish, Mr. Generet,

a statement's
your only way to go.

All right, we're done here.

Goren: We talked to your mother.

She lent us the photo.

She keeps it on her desk.

The proud moment
in her son's life.

Yeah? Well, the moment's gone.

Eames: Your mother
still has faith in you.

That's why she gave
Nawrocki your phone number.

Goren: She thought that
he was trying to help you.

Instead, he got
you into this mess.

And now you're trying

to keep it from
swallowing up your family.

Talk, don't talk.
It doesn't matter.

These people, whoever they are,

will eventually get
around to you, your mother,

or anyone else who can
tie them to these murders.

(buzzing)

My mom and son, what
are you offering them?

State witness
protection program?

You might as well buy
them a plot at Woodlawn.

Yeah, you got that right.

But I knew people...
People in the Fed.

People that owe me favors.

I can get someone in so deep,

even I couldn't find them.

Someplace good.

They need a life, and
they need to be safe, both.

- Wait a minute,
you're not buying this?
- I can do that.

- You give me your word?
- I give you my word.

- You should be getting immunity.
- Not for two murders.

- They're giving you noth...
- Man, just...

Nawrocki promised me 10 grand...

and a bed in a rehab.

He made me the last of the
payment the day before I got arrested.

Did he say why he
wanted the reporter dead?

No. Just said I'd be
doing a public service.

A public service for who?

The governor.

Public service? This crackhead's
got a hell of an imagination.

He didn't imagine the calls he
and his mother got from your client.

We have the phone
records right here.

See?

Mr. Nawrocki has a soft spot
for the family. He doesn't deny it.

So the 10 grand, the rehab bed,

that was just his big heart
reaching out to a fallen local hero.

He doesn't know
anything about any money.

It came in the same
package as this kid's puzzle.

You see these smudges here?

That's where they
found your fingerprints.

It was real thoughtful of you,

giving the kid a gift

to keep his mind off his dad
sitting on death row because of you.

It had nothing to do with
garbage, did it, Mr. Nawrocki?

It's bigger. And Derek
Fried got too close.

He didn't even know what he had.

But I guess with his record
for sniffing out corruption,

you and whoever
pulls your strings

didn't want to take any chances

that it'd come back and
bite this big boy on the ass!

Lawyer: You can tell the
"wizards" behind the glass

this'll never survive
a motion to dismiss.

Boo! Made you look.

This is big. Very big.

According to a drug addict.

You don't think he was involved?

I do. I just don't think
it goes beyond him.

What, did you vote
for the governor?

I take it you didn't.
But then again,

that wouldn't influence
your judgment, would it?

I didn't vote for
the guy either.

But I like my job, and I'm not ready
to start lobbing charges toward Albany.

I like my job too, but this is
going to go where it's going to go.

It's not going anywhere
unless we have

corroborating evidence
against Mr. Nawrocki.

Until then, I'm not
going near a grand jury.

He's got a dozen accounts in
here with banks all over the city.

- Mr. Nawrocki takes a car
service everywhere he goes?
- Yes.

Do you have invoices?

We're interested in his
rides on Thursday the 24th.

This is for last month.

- Here, let me highlight it for you.
- It's okay.

The search warrant doesn't
actually stipulate highlighting.

Okay, I got a car
trip to Crown Heights.

Our old friend Gregory.

There's a stop along
the way at 402 West 57th.

- A bank?
- Not a bank listed in here.

You know this address?

West 57th. That's Mr. Wiegert.

Wiegert. Wiegert.

You're thinking
of Louise Wiegert.

Who's Louise Wiegert?

The maiden name
of the governor's wife.

Larry Wiegert's the
governor's brother-in-law.

Man: Larry, I hope
there's no problem here.

Woman: Honey, after
everything we've accomplished,

it would be a shame to
rush things at the end.

I've been waiting four
years. This is hardly a rush.

Pick up the phone, Larry.

- Yeah?
- Tell me this isn't
about that reporter.

It is and it isn't.
I can assure you

they have absolutely
nothing that's going to...

connect us to anything, but...

You know the regard I have for
you, and I'm fortunate you took this on,

because the work you've done
with the governor's been stunning.

But this is getting frustrating,
and I don't like being frustrated.

It's a precaution.

I wouldn't even be
bringing it up otherwise.

I know you'll come through.
Put Stephanie on, please.

He wants to talk to you.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, baby. I can't
wait to see you.

I can't either.

But it would make me
crazy if you came back now

and something went wrong.

It'll work out.
How are the boys?

They're fine. They miss you...

Tommy especially.

He says your name
every day, he cries.

I don't know what
to tell him anymore.

I've got to go now, Stephanie.
Tell them I love them?

I will.

Bye.

I just got off the phone with my
friend from the phone company.

He tells me you pulled the phone
records for the governor's brother-in-law.

He and Nawrocki have
been trading phone calls.

That's great. But something
like this you clear with me first.

Wiegert and Nawrocki had a bunch
of calls last November and December,

a couple of calls in January, and
then nothing until four weeks ago.

Just around the same time Fried started
nosing around the garbage shakedowns.

What do you make of
this? Last December,

Wiegert and Nawrocki
both made calls

to the Development
Office of Pelham University.

Development? Isn't
that the Ivy League word

for hitting people up for money?

Woman: Mr. Wiegert and
Mr. Nawrocki coordinated a contribution

from a major donor
last December.

I hope there isn't a problem.

Shouldn't be. What
was the contribution for?

A school of government.
A new building,

three chairs, a library...
It's a huge project.

Who's the lucky person that
gets their name above the door?

The governor, actually.

Oh, there is something
wrong, isn't there?

How much was the donation?

$750,000.

- And who was the donor?
- It's anonymous.

Mr. Nawrocki brought
me a cashier's check,

which I deposited
with the understanding

I was not to record
where it came from.

The donor doesn't want to
end up on every charity hit list.

That's usually the reason.

But three quarters
of a million dollars...

It's... isn't that someone

you'd want to say hello
to every now and then?

I try to honor
requests for privacy.

You don't keep a little
list of anonymous donors,

the ones with the deep
pockets, just for a rainy day?

When I give money, I don't
like to call attention to it.

Then everybody comes
to you with their hands out.

How did you hear about the
School of Government, Ms. Thomas?

Mr. Wiegert is a family friend

and he told me about it.

I've always been a
fan of the governor's,

so it was something
I wanted to do.

And how do you
know Mr. Nawrocki?

Nawrocki? I don't know
anyone by that name.

Look, is there a problem
with the contribution?

Not as long as you've filled
out the relevant tax forms.

You have kids.

Three boys. They're a handful.

"Tommy U." What
does the U stand for?

Oh, that's my husband's name.

I'm separated.

Ufland.

You use your maiden name.

Where's your husband now?

Traveling. I really
don't keep track.

This one's by Ricky Junior.

It's a cute name.

Thank you for your
help, Ms. Thomas.

If we think of anything
else, we'll give you a call.

We can find our way out.

Eames: Ufland, Richard:
financier, tax consultant.

- Great, another consultant.
- Read, read.

1996, indicted for
money laundering.

He was cleaning money for a couple
of drug gangs in Spanish Harlem. Go on.

Pleaded not guilty at
arraignment. Bail of two million.

Failure to appear.
Declared a fugitive in 1997.

- I guess that qualifies as traveling.
- Scroll down.

Eames: Pardoned by the governor.

Pardoned.

When?

January of this year.

He was pardoned
nearly six months ago.

Was everybody asleep? How
come it never made the papers?

Under state law, the governor's
under no obligation to announce it

till the very last
day of the year.

When everyone's too busy partying
with Dick Clark to pay attention.

By then, this three quarter of a
million dollar bribe's ancient history.

Let me just play devil's
advocate for a fraction of a second.

Is it possible the
governor didn't know?

Richard Ufland was
a money manager

for two drug gangs
responsible for 37 deaths.

We have financial
documents and sworn affidavits

detailing the depth and
breadth of Ufland's criminality.

If you're suggesting he was pardoned
on the merits, the answer is no.

If you had such strong evidence,
why couldn't you get him extradited?

Certain countries don't think money
laundering is a crime worth prosecuting.

Did Ufland's wife know
what he was doing?

As far as we could
tell, she didn't,

and we looked very closely.

The question is, what
does she know now?

If she's ready to talk,

tell her that I have no
interest in putting her in jail.

I don't care how it looks.

That contribution had
nothing to do with my husband.

- Where did the money come from?
- From me.

I think she's answered
enough questions.

Wouldn't that money be
better spent on your kids?

We set up a trust fund
for them a long time ago.

They're fine. That's good.

'Cause I assume his accounts
were frozen once he was arrested.

- Yes.
- After he fled the country,

how did you manage? You
had a co-op on 5th Avenue.

I sold it. I couldn't
afford the maintenance.

Even so, it must've
been tough on your kids...

Losing their home,
deserted by their father...

- Richard has not deserted...
- Wherever he is,

he's not living in a
two-bedroom walk-up.

He is a good father.

I know people despise
him, but I can't help that.

I'm doing what I have to do
to keep my family together.

Goren: I respect that.

I'm just telling you, plain as I
know how, this investigation

is going to take its course.

You're the only one
caring for those kids.

If you go to jail, what
happens to them?

Wait. I...

I can't go to jail.

Okay...

what kind of consideration
are we talking about here?

The DA said they're not
eager to send her to jail.

So immunity? Probation?

Something like that...

If they like what they hear.

(sighs)

Larry Wiegert came
up to me at a party.

He said he knew
about my situation...

and maybe could help.

A few weeks later, he called me

and said that he'd spoken
to the governor's chief of staff.

Eames: Roy Fitzgerald?

The story was,

if I gave a contribution to
this school for the governor,

that would just...

be a good thing to do.

Larry said that he
needed two checks.

One for 750,000,

and the other for 250
for his commission.

I had no choice.

Did your money come
from your husband?

No. We never told Richard

until the pardon came through.

And then he was supposed
to fly back this month,

but something went wrong.

Larry and Richard have been
on the phone talking about it.

I don't know what it
is, but it sounds bad.

A reporter started investigating

Mr. Wiegert's bag
man, Joe Nawrocki.

That reporter and his fiancée
were gunned down two weeks ago.

Oh, you don't think...?

Oh God.

This is the last time I'm going
to be able to talk to you, Larry.

I can't take your calls anymore.

What? I did this all by
myself, is that the position?

The governor's office had
no knowledge of illegal activity.

Look, Roy, I need
to talk to my sister.

- She doesn't want to talk to you.
- I need to talk to her and the governor.

They are not available to you.

Not available. That's perfect.

I'll be making a statement
to the District Attorney.

I'll bet you will.

About how I was
acting on my own,

and this pardon just happened
on its own as well, right?

I advised the governor
the petition had merit.

He was acting
solely on my advice.

That's what happened.

Goodbye, Larry.

What about me? What do I do?

What am I supposed to do now?

Mr. Wiegert called from
his car 15 minutes ago.

He said he was on his way back.

Wiegert golfing
with the governor?

Where'd they get those pants?

- Goren: This picture old?
- About seven years.

- They still golf together?
- No, they don't.

- Governor's too busy?
- (Elevator bell rings)

They didn't even bother to show up for
Mr. Wiegert's wedding three years ago.

I mean, there's busy
and there's busy.

Mr. Wiegert, these
detectives are here to see you.

- Of course they are.
- You're under arrest,
Mr. Wiegert.

Cynthia, could you call Jacqueline
Roscoe and tell her to meet us at...

Major Case Squad, One
Police Plaza, 11th floor.

Let's put it over there.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
We were watching the news.

Your little sister had to
make a statement to the press.

Carver: Let's get
down to business.

My client declines
to make a statement.

He's not counting on
his sister or her husband

calling the Attorney
General on his behalf, is he?

This is your sister's

press conference this afternoon.

The governor and I had no
knowledge of his activities.

I love my brother

and I hope these
allegations aren't true.

But right now, I'm very
disappointed in Larry.

You broker a payoff to
this school of government,

this monument to
her husband's legacy

and she's disappointed.

I repeat, he's not
making a statement here.

Tomorrow, they'll still be
living in the governor's mansion,

maybe planning a run
for something bigger.

Richard Ufland's
pardon's irrevocable.

But you... you, Larry?

You're the punch line.

Just like...

Billy Carter, Donald Nixon,

Roger Clinton, you're
an embarrassment.

Right now, I'm very
disappointed in Larry.

Goren: Look at her.

She has no shame at all.

Your little sister,

who couldn't even be bothered
to show up at your wedding.

- They were busy.
- Doing what?

Dedicating an overpass
on the Taconic?

Why do you make
excuses for them?

Right now, I'm very
disappointed in Larry.

- Stop it.
- So you're good enough
to hustle bribes for them,

but you're not good enough to
shoot 18 holes with the big guy.

That wasn't her, that
was him. He decided.

What he decided I don't know,
but suddenly I was off the list.

- She could've stood up to him.
- Louise has to go along.

Right now, I'm very
disappointed in Larry.

All right!

That's not going along, Larry.

That's sticking it to ya!

I bet they weren't disappointed

when you brought them
Stephanie Ufland's check.

No.

- No, no, no, they weren't.
- Larry...

Why should I protect them? Have
they given me any reason why?!

All right.

Yeah, I went to the big guy

and told him what
Stephanie wanted.

And he sent me
to his chief of staff...

To Roy Fitzgerald.

The governor understood
there was a quid pro quo?

The money in
return for the pardon?

It wouldn't have
happened otherwise.

And Mr. Fried's murder?

No, that they did not know.
Not at all. That was Ufland.

I told Ufland that Fried
was investigating Nawrocki.

And Ufland wasn't one to be
pardoned for laundering money

only to be arrested for bribery.

So...

he told me that I had to
take care of the reporter.

Ufland was thousands
of miles away.

Why didn't you say no?

He has a lot of friends
in the drug gangs.

A lot of friends.

He said if I refused, one
of them would do it anyway,

and then he would
come after me, too.

No one in the governor's office

was aware of Mr. Wiegert's
activities soliciting money.

The pardon was my call.

I felt Mrs. Ufland's petition had
merit on humanitarian grounds,

and recommended
it to the governor.

There was no quid pro quo.

Ufland was our case.

If you had nothing to hide,
why weren't we consulted?

The governor's power to
grant pardons is absolute.

There's no statutory obligation
for him to consult anyone.

But he felt obligated to
consult his brother-in-law.

Larry Wiegert is a con man.

He conned Stephanie Ufland into
believing he could arrange a pardon

in order to extort a quarter of a
million dollar commission from her.

The governor knew
nothing about it.

He has no access
to the governor.

He has access to
you, Mr. Fitzgerald,

and we have the phone
records to prove it.

Out of respect for
the governor's wife,

I treat him with civility, which
is more than he deserves.

The buck stops
with Larry Wiegert...

period.

Mr. Carver, Detectives.

There it is in a nutshell.

Larry Wiegert's word
against the governor, his wife,

the chief of staff, the whole
damn political machine.

There they go,
down the rabbit hole.

We can still get Richard
Ufland for murder.

If we can find him.

His wife can point us
in the right direction.

Now why would she do that?

Because you're
going to arrest her.

And if she doesn't cooperate,

she doesn't get out of jail.

No, that's not the deal
that we made with her.

I didn't authorize
you to make any deal.

You damn well did. We
told her what you told us:

that you had no interest
in sending her to jail.

I didn't, but if I have to,
I will. And now I have to.

- Well, I'm not arresting her.
- Count me out, too.

Detectives.

We are supposed to be better than
the people that we're prosecuting.

The governor might've taken a bribe,
but he kept up his end of the bargain.

If you don't arrest her...

I will find somebody who will.

Well then, let us talk to her.

Oh.

We'll talk to her.

I told you everything I know! You
promised me this wouldn't happen!

We know what we promised, and we're
doing what we can to keep that promise.

But right now,
outside this room,

there's a fax machine spitting
out a warrant for your arrest.

We can't stop the DA
from putting you in jail.

This is the most outrageous
thing I have ever heard.

She made your case for you.

She had a deal.

She'll have a deal... when
we have your husband.

I am not going to help you put
the father of my children in jail.

May I remind you that there are
two people dead because of that man?

- I can't care about that!
- Well, you need to care!

You're not just
protecting a husband

anymore, you're protecting
a double murderer.

If you're going to do
that, you belong in jail.

This isn't fair.

You need to decide, Mrs. Ufland,

what kind of person you are,

what you're teaching your kids

by letting this husband
of yours go free.

(sighs heavily)

He's going to be in Mexico
City the day after tomorrow.

I arranged for my parents to bring
my eldest son to meet him there.

Bastards.

You're all bastards.

Welcome home, Mr. Ufland.

They should teach this case

at the governor's
school of government.

Law school ethics class...

That's where they
should teach it, Counselor.

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