Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 14 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent - full transcript

[Man Narrating] 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.

So, Kenny, Mommy taking you
to the snake farm today? Uh-huh.

He's been wanting
to go for weeks.

[Whistle Blowing, Distant]

- Has Kenny been treated
at any other clinics?
- Not since we've been in Bangkok.

Why? Is there... [Doctor] I
need to retest something,

and in the meantime, we
will switch his prescription.

Pete, he's overreacting.
These local pharmacies...

Yes. I have it. I'll have it analyzed in
New York. I'm getting on the plane now.



What about our
Thai distributors?

They don't know anything.

If we're going to get a grip on this,
we need Buchanan. That won't be easy.

Just got a lot easier.

[Knocking] Eric Dunlow?

Clay Sherwood. Perkins. Class
of '99. You work for Buchanan?

Yeah. Just came on
board this summer. You?

District Sales Manager,
Southeast Asia.

Listen. I'm in from Bangkok. I've got
the night off. You wanna grab dinner?

I'll put in for it.

Sure. That'd be great.

It's just such an uptight
company. Well, you know.

When they transferred me to
Thailand... Have you been? No.

It's exotic. Between
the lifestyle, the girls...



I lost it.

My wife left, went back
to her parents in Jersey...

I'm sorry.

I gotta make things right, Eric.

I need to be transferred back here. I
shouldn't be talking about this in public.

You live around here, don't you?

Clay, I'm not
comfortable with this.

Without leverage, I
don't get that transfer.

- Look. My wife's got money.
- [Telephone Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

Yes? This is Eric.

Oh, hey. Uh, let me check.

- Yeah.
- [Clattering]

Found it.

Sure. I can leave
it there for you.

I won't. Don't
worry. Good night.

Another beer? Yeah.

If you want. But
it's gettin' kinda late.

Look, Clay, I'm sorry, but I
don't think I can do you this favor.

It's too dicey.

I don't think you
have a choice, Eric.

We need a firm guarantee
this is happening.

I guarantee it's under control.

It took some persuasion,
but he's gonna help us.

I'd better finish packing.

Mr. Sherwood left instructions to take
these to Air Thailand Cargo at J.F.K.

Paperwork's all
filled out. All right.

[Grunts] What's he got
in here? Bowling balls?

Hey, what's on your hand?

What is in there, man?

Oh! There's somebody in there!

[Distant Sirens] [Man] Torso's
in the trunk. Legs are in the other.

Bags came from a room
booked to a Clayton Sherwood.

The room is booked to his
employer, Clarendon Pharmaceuticals.

The pieces add up to Mr. Sherwood? Don't
know. We're tracking down a photo I.D.

Sherwood told the front desk this
morning he was checkin' out tonight.

Last time anyone saw
him? Room service at 3:00.

At 5:20, someone claiming to be
him called from outside the hotel...

to have the bags delivered
to air cargo at J.F.K.

To be shipped where?
Bangkok. Where he worked.

The paperwork was
typed up and ready to go.

Two new suitcases.

Maybe this beats
traveling economy.

- Ligature marks, thick ones,
probably from a belt.
- Three silk teddies.

Three bottles of
perfume. Three girlfriends?

And one platinum wedding band.

A tan line where his watch should be.
Looks like the body was drained of blood.

There's some spillage over here.

And the texture of this stain
is gummier than the others.

I need this stain
tested at the lab, please.

[Voices On Electronic Device, Muffled]
[Man] We got here before the maid did.

No blood evident. Just
what the leuco brought up.

Knife strikes in the tub.
Sherwood was chopped up in here.

[Goren]So the rest of
the room... It was like this?

[Man] Yes. No sign of a struggle.
No personal items left behind.

We're checkin' the
garbage chute, Dumpsters.

These are carpet fibers.

The bowl was knocked
over... Maybe in the struggle.

The perp put everything
back in its place.

Not everything.

It's a broken stylus tip.

We need to find the electronic
organizer this belongs to.

Got the safe open. Somebody
tried to pry it out of the cabinet.

Let's see what they were after.

Sherwood's passport.

Plane ticket. Itinerary.

Cash and traveler's checks.

And a watch.

- An $8,000 watch.
- He must've been worried
it would be stolen.

Sherwood's itinerary has
him staying here two nights.

He was leaving a day early.

Maybe he was worried he wouldn't
make it out of Dodge in one piece.

[Man] Clay said he had
personal reasons for leaving early.

I didn't pry.

How anyone could do this
to another human being...

[Eames] Mr. Sherwood
was in town on business?

Uh, yes. He was our sales
manager for Southeast Asia...

for blood products.

- Who had he seen since he arrived?
- Uh, me, Bernard Mailer...

He's director of manufacturing.

- I believe that's it.
- We got a list of his calls
from the hotel.

Do you recognize any of
those numbers? These are ours.

These could be his in-laws in Saddle
River. His wife's staying with them.

And he was staying in a hotel?

Bangkok didn't agree with Patsy.
She came back a few months ago.

What about these
numbers in Bangkok?

That's ours. That's our office there.
And these three I don't recognize.

- He called at all hours of the night.
- Maybe to get their lingerie sizes.

Clay had a complicated
personal life.

His wife could speak to that.

He said he was coming home
to patch things up, but he...

[Crying] God. I'm sorry.

He just didn't deserve this.

He said he wanted to
patch things up, but...

We were supposed to
go for dinner Wednesday,

but at the last minute, he
said he had a business dinner...

Someone at work,
a college buddy.

His phone records show that he called
you from the hotel Thursday around noon.

We had an appointment with
a counselor that afternoon.

- Clay's idea.
- But he bailed again?

I told him it was
his last chance.

He said he didn't care, that
he was going back to Bangkok...

That I could tell my family
he didn't need their money.

But he said he wanted
to come back into town?

He was sincere
about reconciling?

Yes.

He even sounded desperate.

That's all he talked about? His
wife? [Dunlow]And his girlfriends.

He said he was living it up in Bangkok. No
bull, Dunlow. He didn't say anything else?

No, Mr. Mailer. I think he just
wanted to let off some steam.

[Eames] They found Sherwood's Palm Pilot.
It was swimming in five inches of soup...

in a hotel Dumpster.

No prints off the shipping forms or the
suitcases. Nothing from the hotel room.

He was desperate to
reconcile with his wife.

He was scared. He was
looking for a safe harbor.

But whatever was hanging over
him, it was resolved by the next day.

After his night out
with a college buddy.

Well, Clarendon has a dozen employees
who went to Perkins. [Phone Ringing]

Eames. A couple of them could've
been there the same time as Sherwood.

Sure. We'll be right over. The lab thinks
the killer might've left a calling card.

We analyzed the bloodstain on the
envelope. We found the victim's D. N.A...

mixed in with the D.N.A.
of other individuals.

Individuals? More
than one killer?

I'm running the data through
the genotyper software now.

And I found this inside the
envelope. It's glass with green paper.

Origin unknown. Here we
go. Oh, this is interesting.

Along with the victim's D. N.A., we might
have as many as 10 other contributors.

When they make
pharmaceutical blood products,

don't they sometimes pull the
blood from multiple donors...

so that all the D.N.A.
is in the product?

- Sure.
- Could you test the envelope
for D. N.A.,

and, uh, this?

Sherwood worked in the blood
products division at Clarendon.

That piece of glass could
be from a broken vial.

He's a salesman.
Salesmen carry samples.

But a loose vial in an envelope?
It must be a very special sample,

maybe special enough
to get Sherwood killed.

He told me he was
staying until Friday. He was

hoping to get reassigned
to the home office.

[Eames] Did he get any calls
or say he was expecting news?

No. Uh-uh.

This picture was taken
north of Malibu, right?

Perkins School is in
Malibu. [Dunlow]Right.

Uh, that picture's
actually closer to Catalina.

Perkins must be a real grind. Not if
you spend most of your time on the water.

- Which you did?
- Let me put it to you this way:

UCLA Med School used the sailing team
as guinea pigs for a skin cancer study.

And that's where you met
Sherwood, isn't it? On the sailing team?

The truth? I didn't
really know him.

- Maybe we were
at a few student functions together.
- Hmm.

He told his wife you
were old buddies.

Well, he played it that way.

He was working me so I'd put in a
good word with my boss, Mr. Buchanan.

He is senior V.P.
of blood products.

- You're an assistant.
- Yes.

I took a few years off
after Perkins to sail.

Well, Sherwood must've been in
deep trouble to ask for your help.

I couldn't help him. He'd
gone around the bend

in Bangkok. That doesn't
go over at Clarendon.

"Clotting factor eight." Is
this medication to clot blood?

It's for hemophiliacs.

Look. The vials. They
have green labels.

All our blood products
have green labels.

Excuse me.

The blood on the envelope in the
suitcase... It was gummier than the others?

It was clotting faster.

The lab found the same hemophilia drug
on the glass shard and in the blood drop.

Clotting factor eight. Derived from
human plasma. There are other kinds?

There's synthetic factor eight.
Clarendon's is called Hemovate.

It's safer than human plasma factor eight,
and Clarendon can charge more for it.

Well, they have synthetic in
here, but I didn't see the other kind.

They phased out the
plasma products in 200 1.

I guess that would
make it a special sample.

This P. D.R. from 200 1.

Clarendon Pharmaceuticals. Here.

Human plasma, factor eight.

The vials have white labels,

and the synthetic...
have green labels.

Someone's passing off
human plasma as synthetic.

Counterfeit medications?
My God. We had no idea.

- Sherwood was involved?
- The vial was in an envelope
bearing his fingerprints.

- Maybe he was about
to blow the whistle?
- [Johannsen] He never said anything to us.

Maybe somebody else was about to blow
the whistle, and that's why he rushed home.

It's possible. Look, we're
caught unawares here.

Unawares?

Gentlemen, you don't want us finding out
later that Clarendon covered up a scandal.

That's not how we do
things at Clarendon.

We'll go through our records. We
will send you everything we find.

What did you find out from
the embassy in Bangkok?

They have lovely
fax cover sheets,

but nothing on Sherwood or
any counterfeiting ring in Thailand.

[Phone Ringing] If it
was a Thai counterfeiting

ring, they would've
killed Sherwood...

on their own turf, where they have a better
chance of getting away with it. Eames.

- Maybe they didn't trust him
to keep his mouth shut till then.
- We'll be right over.

That was Forensics. Sherwood's
Palm Pilot is out of intensive care.

The phone book and text files
are gone, but his calendar is intact.

[Goren] Well, try the
murder date... last Thursday.

[Man] Mm-hmm.

That's the info for his
flight back to Bangkok.

Try Wednesday.

- His flight to New York.
- Yeah, that icon... There's a note
attached to the entry.

[Eames] K. Teasdale
and Dr. Pirapan.

- On the same day he changed flights.
- That looks like
a Bangkok phone number.

"253." That's... familiar.

Yeah. That's the same
prefix as the U.S. Embassy.

Um, that acronym after
Teasdale's name... "FODAG."

Food and Agriculture. A
government employee?

A Thai doctor and
an embassy attaché.

Throw in the girlfriends,
and Sherwood's

life is sounding like a
Graham Greene novel.

[Eames] Yes. Got
that. Thank you.

Our embassy attaché, Kenny
Teasdale? He's eight years old.

It's his father who works for Food
and Agriculture, but the assistant said...

Kenny and his mom are
here on medical leave.

- They're staying at the Watson.
- That's 67th, right across
from Sloan-Kettering Hospital.

I don't want anybody sitting on bad
news, Steve. We get the facts out...

- That's how we protect the brand.
- I understand, Gordon.

- Yes, Eric?
- I couldn't help
overhearing your conversation.

Well, that's why I
keep the door open.

I wanted to tell you this before,
Mr. Buchanan, but you were out of town.

The police asked me about
Sherwood, and there's something

I didn't tell them because
I wanted to talk to you first.

[Sighs]

Maybe you'd better
close the door.

Dr. Pirapan is Kenny's
doctor in Bangkok,

but we don't know
anyone named Sherwood.

[Eames] Dr. Pirapan's
a pediatrician?

He specializes in hemophilia.
That's what Kenny has.

His medication is factor eight
Hemovate, manufactured by Clarendon?

He's taken it. Do you
have any with you?

[Chuckles] My husband says I
carry an emergency room with me,

but with Kenny...

How did you know he
was taking Hemovate?

[Eames] Mr. Sherwood worked
for Clarendon in Thailand.

Green labels.

- Where'd you buy this?
- At a local pharmacy
the embassy uses.

- Why? Is there something wrong with it?
- Probably not.

- Can I have this? Will you have enough?
- Oh, you can have the whole box.

Dr. Pirapan switched Kenny
off Hemovate last week.

Why's that?

Kenny's condition has
changed. He's gotten H.I.V.

We don't know
how or when, but...

That's why we're here...
To see what we can do.

I'm very sorry.

There's my little boy!

Mom!

It's these meds. That's
how the boy got it.

Sherwood and his friends
are selling contaminated meds.

Tell you what.
Sherwood got off easy.

Even though they're
labeled synthetic, every one

of those vials contained
human plasma factor eight,

and every one of them
was contaminated with H.I.V.

Aren't plasma donors
screened for H.I.V.?

Yes, but it's not foolproof.
Clarendon would've

treated its plasma with
heat and detergents.

- Hmm.
- There was a problem
in the manufacturing?

Probably. Which is why Clarendon
switched to synthetic factor eight.

- It's safe from blood-borne diseases.
- Any evidence Mr. Sherwood
knew about the contamination?

Kenny's doctor in Bangkok
told the distributor he

suspected factor eight was
the source of the infection.

The distributor told us
he alerted Sherwood.

Sherwood was on a plane
to New York the next day.

Human plasma factor eight? We
switched to synthetic two years ago.

Maybe I should get one of
our scientists up here to explain.

That's okay. We brought
our own. I found something.

November 8, 200 1:
Your logs indicate...

a malfunction was detected in
one of the heat treatment ovens.

- Sure. We shut down the production line.
- How long had the oven
been malfunctioning?

'Bout a week. As a
precaution, I ordered

the previous two weeks’
production scrapped,

incinerated at a disposal plant.

We'd like to see documentation.

You know, out of curiosity, how much is
it worth, two weeks of this factor eight?

Around $ 15 million.

All right. November, 200 1.

The batch was shipped to our
storage facility prior to disposal.

This is the receipt. And the
receipt for the incinerator?

You just give the word, and $
15 million goes up in smoke?

Now, the final authorization has
to come from the head office...

From Gordon Buchanan, the
senior V.P. of blood products.

Problem? I can't
find that receipt.

That go up in smoke too?

I didn't know there were
any drugs needing to be

destroyed. I didn't even know
there'd been a malfunction.

A little thing like that,
and nobody told you.

No. No one told the boss that
they'd made a $ 15 million mistake.

If they had, it would've registered,
and I would've issued that authorization.

I hope so, because those drugs
were contaminated with H.I.V.

Somebody relabeled the drugs
and dumped 'em in Thailand.

Southeast Asia being an AIDS
disaster area, I guess they figured...

a thousand or so more
cases wouldn't be noticed.

- You look angry, Mr. Buchanan.
- "Angry" doesn't come close
to describing how I feel.

That this happened on my
watch... I'm... Those dopes.

You don't think Sherwood
pulled this off on his own?

Maybe he could've shipped
the drugs overseas, but

bypassing the disposal,
getting 'em out of storage...

Eric, would you
come in here, please?

There are some things my assistant
didn't tell you when you spoke with him.

He wanted to run
'em by me first.

Eric, tell them what you
told me about Sherwood.

It's all right. It's all right.

Sherwood...

offered me money to download
a document... I don't know what...

From a disk onto
Mr. Buchanan's computer.

He said it would give him leverage
for a transfer to the head office.

Where's the disk now?

I don't know. I didn't
take it. I turned him down.

- Sherwood was trying to sandbag me.
- By putting an incriminating document
in your files...

to force you to
help with a cover-up.

Yeah. Tell 'em the rest, Eric.

Um, the day after
Sherwood was killed,

Mr. Mailer asked me what
Sherwood and me talked about.

I lied. I told them that we just
talked about Sherwood's marriage.

In November, 200 1, Mailer
was manager of operations.

He would absolutely have
known about any malfunctions.

Of course I knew the drugs
were scheduled to be destroyed,

but if Buchanan never
sent the authorization...

[Carver] That doesn't
explain how they ended

up in Thailand. You would
have to ask Sherwood.

Ask Sherwood?
You're a funny guy.

Mr. Mailer's simply explaining that he had
no knowledge of Mr. Sherwood's scheme.

How about Sherwood's
dinner with Eric Dunlow?

What knowledge does
he have about that?

Sherwood told Dr. Johannsen
and me that he'd gotten in trouble...

over some recycled
clotting factor in Thailand.

He threatened us if we didn't
help him. He said he'd already

dirtied up Buchanan and he'd
do the same to us, but we refused.

- Very brave of you, but we would've
preferred to hear this a week ago.
- [Lawyer] You're hearing it now.

You have to understand. We never
connected this recycled clotting factor...

with the batch that should've
been destroyed two years ago.

[Lawyer] Excuse us,
gentlemen. [Door Opens]

Sherwood said he had
already compromised Buchanan,

that he'd take the whole division
down unless we helped him.

Dr. Johannsen, it's
incredible to me...

that a salesman can
transport $ 15 million dollars'

worth of medicine
halfway around the world,

repackage it and sell it,
all without your knowledge.

First I heard of it was
on that Wednesday.

Sherwood said he'd already compromised...
Doctor, we heard you the first time.

Doctor, tell me something.
When you decided to

dump this stuff, what'd
you do? Flip a coin?

You know... Heads,
Asia, tails, Africa?

We can't find any records that
lead to Mailer or Johannsen.

The trail ends at Sherwood.

Sherwood had a lot riding on this. He had
to believe that he had Eric in his pocket.

Sherwood liked leverage.
Maybe he had some on Eric.

The hotel safe. The
killers tried to break into it.

- What was in there?
- Sherwood's passport,
his plane ticket...

- A watch.
- Right. Sherwood's watch.

It doesn't match. Sherwood
wore a bigger watch.

The killer couldn't
break into the safe,

so he took Sherwood's
watch so when we found

this one, we would
assume it was Sherwood's.

And wouldn't look
for its real owner.

Registration number.
We can trace it.

And there's a hair caught
in the inside of the band.

It could be Eric's
or Sherwood's.

The root's attached.
We can match the D.N.A.

We've got
Sherwood's, but Eric's...

The skin cancer study at Perkins.
UCLA might still have tissue samples.

No. I heard the sailing's
terrific in Sardinia.

Okay. Tell him his
buddy from Perkins called,

the one who helped him
sink the J-24 off Anacapa.

So if we can stay with the fleet and
play the odds, we'll be in the game.

Don't be so dramatic.
There is not a boat out there...

that stands a chance
against this crew.

It's marrow. Use a little
spoon. It's very good.

Latent found one of
Sherwood's prints on the crystal,

but they found Eric's prints
on the band and the clasp.

- So chances are
Eric's the proud owner.
- The hair isn't Sherwood's.

It didn't match Eric's
D.N.A. from the UCLA study.

- So a big nothing?
- Maybe not. The lab is saying...

it's a pubic hair from
a male Caucasian.

Eric got some guy's
pubic hair tangled in his

watchband? There aren't that
many ways that can happen.

Eric's gay? That was
Sherwood's leverage?

This is a secret Eric
thought was worth killing for?

Well, it depends
whose secret it is.

Eric spent his lunchtime in the gym,
and after that, he was back in the office.

You saw him there between 3:00
and 5:00? No. I was in a board meeting,

but I popped back
in a couple times.

I saw him editing a
presentation on his computer.

An hour later, the
presentation was on his printer.

- We think Sherwood was
blackmailing him.
- He's gay, isn't he?

Well, I couldn't say,
but I would think his

generation's immune
to that kind of blackmail.

- Even at Clarendon?
- Granted, they're "don't ask, don't tell, "
but Eric is bright.

- He would land on his feet.
- He's... loyal too.

Maybe it wasn't his
career he was protecting.

Good hunch, Detective.

Well, it was your reaction
to the H.I.V. contamination.

I thought it was... profound.

I would think any person
would have the same reaction.

As for Eric, loyal or not, my being gay
is no reason for him to commit murder.

- But if you were outed...
- I work because I wanna,
not because I have to.

Your family? Your kids? They
already know the old man's gay.

So maybe Eric is
worried about his own job.

Like I said, he'd land on
his feet. I'd make sure he did.

So the loyalty goes both ways.

Are you lovers?

Give me a little credit. I
don't chase after secretaries.

How did you meet?
Through friends.

We share a passion for sailing,
and Eric... sails like a pirate.

These friends... Are they like
you... older, corporate executives?

Mm-hmm.

Well, you must trust him a lot
to bring him into your inner circle.

I trust him implicitly.

It's not the greatest alibi,
but maybe Buchanan's right.

Maybe Eric didn't kill Sherwood.
Not for the reason we thought.

Or to protect the
man we thought.

The Swiss finally traced the number on
the watch. Harold Heaton on Fifth Avenue.

[Woman] You found my
watch? [Eames] Your watch?

Yeah. It fell off in the
park. The clasp was broken.

When can I get it back? Well, actually,
we didn't see that the clasp was broken.

As the owner of record, your husband'll
have to come down and identify it.

Oh, come on. Can't I just...

All right. I left
it at a friend's.

She was returning it
when... He was returning

it when he got
pickpocketed in the subway.

[Eames] Your friend's name? I
just have his first name... Eric.

That's him. Don't tell me
he's some kind of crook?

- Tell me. How'd you end up at his place?
- I met him at the gym.

He invited me over for
lunch. I don't normally...

Normally, you don't...

- How 'bout him?
- Even while I was at his place, he was
on his wi-fi P.D.A. whatchamacallit...

getting and sending messages.

- Eric's a player.
- The watch just came off.

The damn bracelet got
snagged, so I took it off.

You mean, while you were
caressing him intimately?

Yes.

- You ask the weirdest questions.
- You have no idea.

So you forgot about the watch...
Then you called Eric later?

Yes. That Wednesday
around midnight.

He was in a hurry to get off the
phone. I think he had someone with him.

- I heard his other line pick up.
- And what exactly did he say?

He found my watch while
we were on the phone. He

said he'd leave it for me
at the gym the next day.

And then a couple days later,
he said he was pickpocketed?

I think he has a bit of
a chip on his shoulder.

Chip? Chip? About what?

Women.

He said women have
the edge in life; they

can always find someone
to take care of them.

Oh, okay. Thank you.
We'll show ourselves out.

Doesn't sound like Eric bats only for one
team. It doesn't sound like Eric's Eric.

It was Eric's hair in the
watchband. It should've

matched his D.N.A. from
the skin cancer study.

Perkins e-mailed us everything
they had on Eric Dunlow.

The photos of the sailing team, but they're
all wearing sunglasses and zinc oxide.

Gay Students' Alliance
Christmas Party. It says

Eric's in here, but it's
just a sea of Santa hats.

His family's from Seattle?
Start workin' the phones.

Here he is. He's
identified in the caption.

Right. There's nine
guys, eight names.

And look at him. I mean, all the other
guys are posed and wearing team jackets.

He's just wearing a
regular Windbreaker.

Kind of is hanging
off to the side.

Like he just stepped in.

Uninvited.

[Goren] This is the real Eric
Dunlow, and this is Brian Welton.

Welton worked at the marina where
the Perkins team kept their boats.

He even crewed on the Dunlows'
schooner up in Seattle one summer.

During spring break
four years ago, Eric O. D.

'd on ecstasy in a gay
nightclub in Seattle.

He's in a nursing home
in a semi-vegetative state.

No one outside the family
knows. If someone calls

Eric, they're told that
he's in Europe sailing.

Now, he could either betray Buchanan,
the man he's worked so hard to impress,

or risk exposing
his own deception.

- Nailing Eric for murder doesn't seem
like much of a consolation prize.
- Even that prize is beyond our reach.

I don't see the evidence.

Here's evidence.

Uh, one stone, three birds.

But they won't
say anything to me.

Sherwood told them
he gave you a disk.

But he didn't. I didn't let
him. They don't know that.

We found this in
Sherwood's room.

It had a copy of the memo he wanted you
to download onto Mr. Buchanan's computer.

- That's not the disk he showed me.
- Obviously he made a copy.

Uh, I don't know.
They'd never believe me.

You know I'm not a good liar.

I feel bad for those
people who got infected,

but I'm not a cop, and
this isn't my responsibility.

You should reconsider, Eric.

- Mr. Buchanan...
- I count you among my friends,

and I expect my friends to show
some character when it matters.

This matters.

$500,000? You told me
Sherwood didn't give you anything.

I just hadn't
realized its value,

but now I figure a hundred bucks
a head for everyone you infected.

I'm not buyin' a pig in a
poke. Let's see what's on there.

This isn't going anywhere
near one of your computers.

Fine. I'm walkin' this down the hall to
Buchanan. We'll call the police together.

Dunlow.

- You'll have the money
by the end of the week.
- I want a good faith payment now. $9,000.

They went for it. We heard.

- We need that check.
- [Johannsen On Recorder] You'll
have the money by the end of the week.

Let's go pick 'em up.

Look at you, huh? You hardly broke
a sweat. If we didn't know you better,

we'd swear you were
a natural-born liar.

- I just did my best.
- Well, it helps that you weren't
up against criminal masterminds.

Thanks.

- Show him the picture.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. You'll appreciate this.

They probably taught you this
at Perkins. "Stupid employees

are never as stupid as
the bosses that hire them."

That's the safe in
Sherwood's hotel room.

Those marks on the wood? The killers
tried to pull the safe out of the cabinet.

You know why? Because of the
disk, of course. That's where it was.

Right. They killed Sherwood
before getting him to open the safe.

First we thought it was thieves trying
to get Sherwood's watch. Remember it?

I'm not sure.

He would've been
wearing it Wednesday night.

It was gold...
Mother-of-pearl face.

It would catch anyone's eye.

Sure. I remember it now. I thought
it was a knockoff he got in Thailand.

No. It's the real thing. It even has a
registration number, which we traced.

She seemed like she'd be
a lot of fun, Eric. Was she?

So I occasionally sleep with
women. So what? [Eames]So what?

Didn't you just lie to
us about the watch?

Well, maybe he's a
natural-born liar after

all. Look, I don't know
one watch from another.

S...

You didn't want Buchanan to find
out about the women, isn't that right?

It would change his
perception of you?

That's what Sherwood had on you.

And it was you who killed him,

you who tried to take
the safe... for the watch.

The disk was in there too.

Mailer and Johannsen had a
reason to kill Sherwood, not me.

Anyway, I was here
working that afternoon.

Ask Mr. Buchanan. He didn't see
you. He saw your work on the computer.

Well, it didn't
get done by itself.

- What are you doing? That's mine.
- I know.

We found it in your desk. Your girlfriend
at the gym said you kept checking it.

[Eames] Look at that.

Make it do something else.

[Goren] V. P. N. 's...
Virtual Private Networks.

[Whistles] You can control your
computer from anywhere in the world.

Even while rackin' up nooners
with the ladies at the gym.

Or carvin' up your
old college buddies.

You're wrong. I'm not a killer.

And if you think I was
worried about my job

because of those
women, you don't know me.

And you don't know
Gordon Buchanan.

Well, we know Brian Welton.

- Mr. Buchanan?
- He already knows.

It's a shame, considering
how far you've come.

What did we find
out about your father?

He cleans fish on a
trawler in San Pedro.

It must've been nice, him
comin' home smellin' of fish guts.

That stench... It
stuck to you, didn't it?

Is that why they never
let you get too close?

This idea... Did you come up with it
when you were sleeping with the wives...

of the men who owned
the boats that ya scrubbed?

They had it good, those women.

They had someone
to take care of them.

Not you.

You had nothing, no one.

Even Eric, in his
semi-vegetative state...

His life was better than yours.
That's what you thought, didn't you?

You needed an edge in life.

So you came up with this.

What did I do that was so bad?

Eric wouldn't get
hurt, and Buchanan...

I protected Buchanan.

He took care of you,

mentored you.

But it cost you. I mean, I
can only imagine, Brian,

the stress that you felt.

I mean, sitting there with
Buchanan and his friends...

waiting for the accumulation of
inconsistencies to catch up with you.

How long could you have
gone on? Six months? Three?

- I don't know.
- Well,
that's over now.

That was the hard part. The easy part
is admitting what you did to Sherwood.

- I can't.
- You already have.

You assumed the disk
was in the safe? Yes.

Because? Because you searched
the whole room for the watch,

and if there had been
another disk, you would've

come across it, unless
it was in the safe...

The safe that you couldn't open.

If you hadn't been
in such a hurry to kill

Sherwood, he might've
given you the combination.

That disk... It had
to be in the safe.

Isn't that what you said, Brian?

You wanna hear it on tape?

He was blackmailing me. I wasn't
hurting anyone. Why should I go to jail?

All the people he
infected? He was the bad

guy. Mailer, Johannsen...
They're the bad guys!

You cut a human
being in half, Brian.

How good does that make you?

Bad news comes in all packages.

Any bets which one the
media will anoint the lesser evil?

There's no such animal.

[Howling]