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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.

68 East 74th.

Here you go.

I need some photo ID.

You can have it back when you return the plans.

"Cooper Union." Hmm.

My daughter's thinking of applying. You like it?

Do you have a photocopier?

12th floor. Five cents a page.

You need to have these back by closing time today.

Thanks, pal.

Don't be stupid.

Uh-uh-uh.

Mikey?

Jake.

Oh, yeah, yeah. What's up, man?

I'm over this way.

I'll take that from here.

Hey, man, you got a fiver?

All I got's Canadian.

You know, for him.

Forget that, man.

Here you go.

Come on.

Oh, God! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. My fault.

-It's all right. -You okay?

-Yeah, sure. -Sorry.

Meet Mr. Morris...

and Mr. Crane.

-Everything okay, baby? -Yeah.

Here, give me the wig.

Hi, partner.

You up for some fun?

All the time.

Welcome to New York City.

Put them on.

Hoo!

This is all right, man.

Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?

Dressed for success, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, time to work.

Here you go, Mr. Morris.

If you would just sign where I circled here.

It's space number three, the gray Cadillac.

Here, let me get that for you, sir.

Wow!

A chimp could take better pictures

than Ansel Adams with this.

I'll take it.

Credit card and driver's license.

Still under their radar.

Time to leave New York, partner.

Don't worry.

They're not going to be home until tomorrow.

Isn't this better than the dorm, huh?

Yeah.

Come on, my old room's here.

Where are you taking me?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God...

Hey, hey, hey, take it easy.

-Oh, my God. -It's cool.

-My God. -Just take it easy.

This isn't good, man.

What's the problem?

No. No, please, no...

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Let's go.

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Sergeant Finley? I'm Detective Eames.

This is Detective Goren. We're from Major Case.

Tell us what you have here.

Well, the perps broke into this apartment over the weekend.

They dug through the subbasement

to this jewelry store over here.

We've got one body in the safe room--

one of the perps, looks like.

We've got two bodies college kids

a boy and a girl, wrong place, wrong time.

Did they live here?

No. The girl's parents, the Kerstens; they're inside.

So, which crime scene you want to see first

the apartment or the jewelry store?

The parents first.

When did you get this letter?

It came in the mail Monday.

Sweepstakes winner.

Weekend in Atlantic City.

Limousine, free accommodations, all expenses...

This phone number here, did you call it?

Yes, to confirm; a girl answered.

She wished us luck at the casino.

Damn them...

Your daughter lived with you?

No, no. Uh... Sophie was in a dorm at Columbia.

She wanted to be independent, you know...

We were so worried for her when she moved out.

Mr. and Mrs. Kersten, I-I can't tell you

how sorry we are for what happened to your daughter

but we will find the people who did this.

The sergeant said that they were professionals

th-th-that the chances of you catching them...

Mr. Kersten, I give you my word.

We'll catch them.

It's a nice thought, but how can you make a promise like that?

Well, you don't get to do this for a bunch of rocks.

Over there were the Russians, 127 carats

D and E, white, flawless.

There, it was Canadian pieces, 78 carats

not the best quality for earrings.

And here, uncut stones

I had just brought back from London two weeks ago.

One piece was 22 carats.

Altogether, 300, 350?

Maybe. I cannot be sure.

Let's call it 300 million.

You can beef it up later for the insurance.

I need a shot of his right hand.

The genius who tapped into the security lines

had to be working with two computers minimum, using

custom software.

Well, here's your genius.

How do you figure?

There are fragments from the copper wiring

embedded in the tips of his gloves.

The question is, what did he do to get himself shot?

His buddies got greedy, or he did.

No, it's too personal for that.

I count four entry wounds in his skull.

Overkill.

Uh-huh. Do you notice his shoes?

Brand-new.

Same with the rest of his clothes.

His jacket pockets are still sewn shut.

He went out big. $300 million.

They're not going to move that much merchandise overnight.

We've got a week, assuming they're still in the city.

We put a description out to every jurisdiction in the tri-state.

It should be in NCIC by end of business.

And on the chance these cowboys

have some heavy hitters backing them

we brought OCCB into the loop.

Make sure they stay two steps behind you.

Get a workup on every known ice crew this side

of the Mississippi, their whys and where fores.

An established crew would never leave one of their own behind.

The kid was an amateur.

They might've been worried he'd squawk.

You wait, deal with that problem

somewhere else, with one bullet.

Whoever ran this show was impulsive--

organized but impulsive.

Goren, I realize how unstimulating

police procedure can be for a right-brain guy like you

and I say this with all the respect due a detective,

Touch all the bases.

What else?

They probably had to pull blueprints

so we'll check with the Building Department

and we ran down the limo company

that took the Kerstens to Atlantic City.

We're waiting to hear back.

Very nice, Alex.

Give me a status at 2:00.

East 74th...

Here it is.

Plans issued two weeks ago

to an Anna Hutchinson.

You get any I.D.?

Student I.D. from Cooper Union.

Oh, yeah-- I remember her.

What did she look like?

Uh, good-looking young woman.

Slim, dark hair, shoulder-length.

Glasses, black rims.

You know, the art student look.

What was her demeanor like?

The way she spoke-- friendly or not?

Not. An honest-to-goodness ice queen.

We need you to come down later to talk to our sketch artist.

Thanks.

Using this girl, that's not standard procedure

for a burglary crew.

It's most likely the boss's girlfriend.

Anybody else wouldn't be trusted.

Eames.

Put him through.

Yes, this is Detective Eames.

That's right.

I'll need the card number. Get back to me, please.

Dispatcher from the limo company.

The car was ordered over the phone

with a credit card, name of Justin Crane.

I used it to pay for groceries

at D'Agostino's.

I was getting into my car to go up to Vermont

when some guy bumped into me, some jogger.

Must've picked my pocket.

What's this jogger look like?

Blond hair... long blond hair, sunglasses.

I didn't get a good look at him.

Maybe your friend did.

My friend?

Well, the ski report on the radio

said it was bright and sunny up in Vermont.

For someone who was outside all weekend

you look as pale as I do.

Spending all that time indoors

by yourself wouldn't have been much fun.

So... can we talk to your friend?

Long blond hair. Right.

We'd still like you to talk to our sketch artist.

We'll give you a call.

Thank you.

She couldn't do any better than her boyfriend.

Cooper Union?

No Anna Hutchinson on their student roster.

Charges on Mr. Crane's credit card

since it was stolen.

Our thief's been living it up.

Friday, $4,200 at Tourneau Watch.

$2,200 at Prada.

John Doe's new clothes.

He spent two grandon clothes for a jewelry heist.

New job, new clothes.

Saturday, $300

at a camera store.

More charges Sunday, today.

You want to hit some of these places?

Does it bother you that the same people

who just jacked $300 million

are maxing out a stolen credit card?

Once a thief.

You said yourself, they're impulsive.

Okay, if it doesn't bother you.

That was good, baby.

What'd I tell you?

Cut the attitude, huh?

I got you off coke, I'll get you off those.

Let's go, partner.

Now what?

Nothing.

I want a steak.

We don't have any.

We'll, the Palm's just two blocks away, honey.

I'm sore, I can't walk.

If you love me, you can walk.

Yes. Mr. Crane.

I remember the sale.

He spent two minutes looking at the camera

and bang-- sold.

What'd he look like?

About six feet, medium height, red hair, short, mustache.

Tinted aviator glasses.

Did he show you a driver's license?

Of course. We ask for one with every purchase.

-Was anybody with him? -No.

Did he know a lot about cameras?

He knew what he was looking for.

He asked for one with good low-light resolution.

And what did that tell you?

Low light-- boudoir photos.

90% of these instant cameras

people buy them for intimate portraiture.

Excuse me... can I see this one?

Excuse me a second.

We got a pop on the credit card.

The 3-6 has a suspect in custody.

Rise and shine, Sharif.

He was using the Justin Crane credit card?

Yeah, he was busted for buying Metro cards for his homeboys.

Where'd you get the card, Sharif?

I told them a white dude gave it to me.

When?

On Saturday, outside the camera store down on 23rd.

What did he look like?

Red like an apple-- red hair, red lip bush.

He just gave it to you?

Yeah. I didn't know it was stolen.

He just said, "Hey, help yourself."

And then what? He got in his sleigh

and rode off with his reindeer?

No, just his big gray Caddie.

Ho, ho, ho.

That's him.

This one from the kid.

This from the camera salesman.

See a family resemblance?

These two could be this mutt.

Witnesses looked at mug books

but nobody jumped out at them.

The gray Caddie?

The kid remembered a couple numbers from the license plate.

APB's out.

What am I looking at?

Our John Doe--

the stiff from the crime scene.

Homemade, could be a prison tattoo...

How could he get to prison

without leaving prints in the system?

How'd my luggage end up in Amarillo last Christmas?

Where are we with matching M.O.s?

Doesn't fit any of the crackers in the database.

Then try a bigger database.

Look, our boy is an extrovert.

He's brazen, self-confident, charismatic.

He imposes his girlfriend on the gang

and he's holding them together even after killing one of them.

We should look at armored car heists, bank jobs

anything with public displays of firepower.

-Okay, we wasted time

chasing down this credit card.

Let's make up for it.

The jewelry store sent over

surveillance tapes for the last month.

Our perps could be

on there casing the premises. Any volunteers?

The ice queen?

You notice anything unusual?

Not really.

It's just that she's putting lipstick on her eyeball.

She's taking a picture of the safe.

Am I missing something?

I just like to watch.

I like to listen.

I'm meeting a snitch down at the Coronet.

So if you have $300 million

in hot stones, who do you go to?

Whoever gives you the best price.

Maybe you get 30 cents on the dollar.

$100 million.

It's still a nice piece of change.

So who? The Russians?

They don't need them.

They are choking on diamonds

from the Kremlin vaults.

Maybe the Chinese.

This is hand-tooled, not machined.

This X-brace was left welded to the safe.

I might know a man in Brooklyn.

It's not one of mine.

The question was, did you make it?

Your partner is deaf?

Maybe you are.

She asked you a yes-or-no question.

Well, then, the answer is no.

Mr. De Santis, our crime lab can match

the unique marks on this piece to the characteristics

on the tools that you used to make it.

Of course, we'd have to confiscate all your equipment.

Might take months to get it back.

We'll take that as a yes.

Who ordered it?

Some guy. I mean, if I never saw him again

it would be too soon.

-His name? -I don't know.

Serbian. Croatian.

A bald guy.

Is there anything else?

Yes. You're closing early today.

You got to think about this.

Here we are, 15 years old, selling boom boxes

to one of Big Paulie's fences

and Danny's just... he's playing him.

I'm telling you, your brother Danny

rest his soul

had big ones.

Excuse me.

You know, I always had a thing for Gia

but never, out of respect for Danny...

Well, I admire your discipline.

She mentioned you had a piece of business.

Not here, Jimmy.

No. Sure.

How big a piece?

$100 million big.

INS sent these over.

Every man, woman and child

who went through the country in the last year

with a passport from the Balkans.

And that's for the year before this.

Goren.

That's right.

What lot?

Tell them to stay away from it.

We'll be there in a half hour.

The gray Caddie turned up.

Car's a rental.

We're waiting for an I.D. on the renter.

Pop the trunk.

James Randazzo.

It's a Bensonhurst address.

Randazzo.

There's a Jimmy Randazzo

who's a soldier for the Masucci family.

All that glitters.

About 40 carats' worth.

Let's round up the usual Masuccis.

I want a full court press on the Masuccis.

Our informants have been telling us that

the Randazzos have been on the outs with the Masuccis

since three months ago.

Some dispute over liquor distribution.

Well, now the dispute's over diamonds.

This is not a mob thing.

It's a sucker's game, Captain.

This guy's just buying time.

He's paying a big premium.

There must have been, what

a million bucks worth of stones in Randazzo's pocket?

A lot of money just to send up some smoke.

Goren-- it's for you.

Friend of yours?

I sure hope so.

Hey, I showed Randazzo's diamonds to our jeweler.

They were grade F--

slightly flawed, great color--

the worst rocks of the bunch.

You were right-- the Masucci angle's a lot of smoke.

This guy-- bad enough he shoots two witnesses.

Now he throws a body in a trunk

just to throw us off his trail.

Put yourself in his place.

He is trying to lock in a hundred-million-dollar payday.

Don't equivocate-- he's a bad guy.

Bad guys do what good guys dream.

I got a hit on our John Doe.

I sent his prints up to Canada.

Michael Carson.

That tattoo he had--prison tattoo.

Canadian prison--

Archambault, up in Montreal.

Carson spent two years in cell block D

for possession with intent.

That's why he was wearing new clothes.

Whoever shot him didn't want his old clothes traced back to Canada.

-How did you... -The guy with the body art--

he's got biker friends up there.

Carson's parole officer hasn't seen him

since a week ago last Thursday.

Meaning he came down here Thursday night or Friday.

Being a felon, he would have avoided

going through customs at the airport.

That leaves the train

where inspections are more lax.

He would have arrived on the train from Montreal

last Thursday or Friday

with luggage, computer equipment, that sort of thing.

Yeah, I seen this boy Friday afternoon.

Helped him with his bags-- black canvas bags.

He would have been a good tipper

but he had this friend with him.

He was traveling with somebody?

No, somebody met him.

Did you catch a name?

Jake, pretty sure it was Jake.

Thank you.

There he is.

Jacob Nathan-- forgery

possession of stolen goods, larceny...

And tight with his money, too.

Where are we?

We struck out on his last known.

He hasn't lived there for at least two years.

We will, ma'am, thank you.

His ex is looking for him, too.

Owes her a brick in child support.

This bail app from six years ago--

his mother put up the bond.

There's an address on her.

Let me see that.

You have her Social there?

The feebs have been notified.

They're taking care of Interpol notification.

Give me a status in an hour.

Mother Nathan, deceased seven months ago.

Poor guy's an orphan.

Somebody forgot to tell Con Ed.

The power bill's paid up and current.

Come on, move!

Go! Go!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Check the trash rooms, Dumpsters.

Let's go, guys. Move it!

It's a laminating machine.

Forger's friend.

Nathan must have left it behind.

Serial number's still on it.

We can trace it to the store.

I can't find it, man.

I looked everywhere.

Damn it, I'm a jerk! I must have left it behind!

Can't you get another one?

I need it, man! I need it to make the passports!

Don't even think about it.

Buy another one.

I'm not spending another 500 bucks

on something I already bought.

This machine cost 500 bucks!

Listen to me, you cheap bastard.

You go anywhere near that place

I'm going to put a bullet in your skull.

Now, you've got a quarter share of a hundred million coming.

You can front 500 bucks.

All right, but when are we going to see our dough, man?

I got to get out of here.

I am working on the problem!

You work on yours.

Hello?

Can I help you?

Yeah, I called about the laminating machine.

-Name's Jake. -Oh, yeah, sure.

I got one in the back. It's 549.

I bought one here a month ago for 500.

Now it's 549-- think about it.

How you doing there, Jake?

Death penalty? What the hell for?

Do I need to explain the felony murder statute to your client?

I didn't kill anybody!

The Kersten girl and her boyfriend

Michael Carson, Jimmy Randazzo.

That wasn't me, and who the hell is Jimmy Randazzo?

Funny thing, the law.

Right hand commits the murder, left hand pays for it.

Uh, how can my client help himself here?

Names and addresses--

I take the death penalty off the table.

Life without parole?

That's pretty steep.

He's got no record of violence.

He does now.

And the offer's not going to hold.

We found him, we'll find the others

with or without his help.

Life, death--

you choose.

It's Atwood... It's Carl Atwood.

The other guy I only know as Ziv.

But he's the main guy, Atwood.

He's got the goods.

Where can we find him?

I don't know.

He lives in the Upper East Side with his girlfriend.

Her name is Gia, something Italian.

I got a cell phone number on him.

The number.

Atwood and the girl, they've been together long?

Yeah, I think so.

They got some act, those two.

Carl Atwood, 38-- priors for armed robbery,

assault, home invasion robbery.

Convictions in New York State

Pennsylvania, Florida and Montreal.

-Archambault prison? -Uh-huh-- 18 months

for attempted hijack of an armored truck.

Same time frame as Carson.

Atwood was deported back here six months ago.

Thank you, Canada. What about the girl?

Nothing in the file.

That cell phone number's cribbed.

Can we use it to get Atwood?

The phone company can triangulate a call to the phone.

We'll need a warrant.

I'll handle it.

Hey, it's me.

-Passports are done. -Okay.

Yeah, man, they look good.

So, when's the deal going down?

Cell M-67, East Side, north of 57th.

East Side, north of 57th.

I said I'd page you.

What are you doing calling me?

I-I'm watching Oprah, and I'm eating Chee-tos all day, man

you know, so I just need to know how much longer.

A couple days.

East 62nd, 100 block.

East 62nd, Park and Lex.

Get off the phone.

W-w-wait!

Um... I need to know

what birthdate to put on her passport.

I thought you said they were done.

Well, I mean, I need to know what birthdate.

136 East 62nd.

Figure it out.

These two, where do they live?

12-H.

Place is empty.

Check the stairwell and basement.

-Stay here. -Okay.

Don't move!

Up against the wall.

He left you in the lurch, Gia.

He left you to take the rap

for four murders.

That's a needle in your arm.

You're letting him run?

You didn't run, did you

when he was in... prison up in Montreal

in prison with Michael Carson?

Your autopsies just came in.

Thanks.

Sophie Kersten--

the daughter of the people who lived in the apartment--

19 years old.

Uh, your boyfriend put a bullet in her brain.

This is...

her boyfriend.

We think he was shot while trying to protect her.

That's what boyfriends are supposed to do.

Michael Carson.

The medical examiner found evidence

of frequent anal sex.

This is Atwood's preferred sexual act...

isn't it?

It's his way of dominating his partner.

Have you been tested for AIDS?

Why should I?

Michael Carson was HIV-positive

according to this, for at least a year

during the time that he and Atwood were having relations.

It's not true.

Page four.

Would you like to get tested?

You are aware they had a sexual relationship?

Your boyfriend was in prison for a relatively short time

but he couldn't control his sexual needs.

You blamed yourself, didn't you?

That you couldn't hold on to his loyalty and

desire for 18 months?

If I'm wrong in my evaluation, Ms. DeLuca, please tell me.

He's betrayed you before, hasn't he?

But he always came back and you told yourself

it was because that you're the one that he loves...

but he's never told you that he loved you, has he?

Not in a way that would make you believe him...

and he makes demands on you--

demands during love-making

demands that leave you unsatisfied

and you always submit which,

for that reason, he-he trusts you completely.

You submit because you hope to earn his love

and loyalty.

Those hopes can only remain unfulfilled

because Carl Atwood is a narcissist.

He's incapable of loving you

or anyone else.

He seeks out partners to satisfy his needs.

Ms. DeLuca, I-I have to be honest with you.

There's virtually no chance that you're not infected.

People with AIDS rarely survive long prison sentences.

The treatments in a maximum-security prison are limited

but if you cooperate with us

we can take steps to improve your long-term outlook.

I-It's...

You have given him everything, and...

this...

is how he repaid you.

This is Ms. DeLuca's attorney.

I want to talk to her alone.

AIDS-- tough break.

Tougher if it was true.

You think she believed it?

We better come up with another way of finding Atwood.

We searched the apartment, her purse--

no leads to him or the merchandise.

What about the other one, the, uh, the Serbian?

Casten Zivkovic-- he's overstayed his visa

along with a million other people we can't find.

Let's release his and Atwood's picture in the media--

put some pressure on, hope they slip up.

We got her.

This.

That's her blink.

You get in any trouble, you call me.

Gia, you're not out of the woods yet.

You released her?

We made a deal with her.

She gives us Atwood and the diamonds

she gets five years minimum security

with full medical treatment.

What's wrong with her?

Detective Goren convinced her Atwood gave her AIDS.

That's how we flipped her.

But you have her under surveillance.

No.

She'll contact us.

It was the only way we could get her to cooperate.

She won't run, Ms. Lewin.

Do you trust his judgment?

On this, yes, I do.

Should I trust yours?

54th, between Sixth and Seventh.

I told you they didn't plant nothing on me.

Shut up. You're stupid enough to get pinched

you're stupid enough to let them put a signal on you.

Well, then, what are they waiting for?

Baby, trust me.

They let you go, you bitch.

What'd you do, get on your knees

and give them a hummer? Huh?

I told them what they wanted to hear.

It doesn't matter. It got me here with you.

They're the police. They set you up.

They tried! They tried to mess with my head!

They told me that Carson's got AIDS

and that you got the bug from him

and that you gave it to me.

They think I bought it, but I didn't.

I should get out now-- I should leave you

right here and get out.

Don't be like that, baby.

No...

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

Come here...

You say you don't believe them.

Prove it.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Yeah.

They'll be here in 15 minutes.

Banco Nationale.

Aw, that's got to be more money

than that whole country's worth.

Your turn.

Well, the furthest south I've even been is Cancun.

Found some damn lizards in my hotel room.

The maid said they were good luck.

Must've worked, 'cause if this isn't luck...

I don't know what is.

You know? I may not spend all this money in my lifetime

but I'm going to try.

Drop the gun and the bag. Drop it!

You're under arrest, Atwood.

You have the right to remain...

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You stupid bitch.

We're both dead, anyway. You killed us.

-Think again, Gia.

You got a long and healthy life ahead of you.

I lied. Sorry.

Let's go.

Once she got her hands on this

why she didn't run...

It wasn't about that, it was about him.

Men come and go, but diamonds...

Diamonds don't keep you warm at night.

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