All language subtitles for Law & Order s18e04 Bottomless.eg

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

You don't think your claim
is a little excessive?

We have laws in this country for
a reason, to protect consumers.

Those your pants!

I told you at your store,
those are not my pants.

What if my clients bought
you a new pair of pants?

They were part of a suit.

A $2,000 suit.

Okay, a $2,000 suit.

And free dry-cleaning.

It's too late for that.

We don't have to take your word
that these aren't your pants.

We can have
them examined.

Knock yourself out.
Arthur?

I guess we'll see
you people in court.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAMERA CLICKING)
ED: Lily Yee.

She graduated from
NYU Law six months ago.

This must be
her first office.

ANSKEL: That's a nasty laceration
in the back of her head.

There was blood and hair
on the corner of this chest.

She got shoved?

Officially, I don't know yet.
Unofficially, good guess.

It would have been
sometime last night.

ED: This is Mr. Metzler.
He owns the office suite.

He was renting a space
to Ms. Yee.

Lovely girl. She needed
a place to start out.

LUPO: When was the last
time you saw her?

Last night,
about 8:00.

I was leaving. She was
going out for dinner,

but said she was
coming back after.

Coming back to
meet somebody?

No, to work. She liked to work
when no one else was around.

Is there anything
expensive in her office?

No, a laptop computer.

Where are the pants?
ED: What pants?

METZLER: They were
evidence in a lawsuit.

Pants? Yeah. Some imbecile
was suing her parents.

They own a drycleaners.
Lily was representing them.

And the pants
were on the chair?

They were hanging
right there.

What was he suing for? He wanted
a spot removed or something?

No.

He wanted $20 million.

Lily is our only child.

She is top five
in her class.

She never do anything
wrong before.

What did she do wrong now, Mr.
Yee?

To be murdered.
We're so sorry.

It wasn't her fault, Mr.
Yee. We're sorry, too.

Do you have to
be here today?

Yes. For customers.

We heard that there was a
dispute about a pair of pants.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

A customer say we lose his pants.
But we find them.

He sue us anyway.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

Two men come into
the store last week.

They say they want
those pants.

Was one of them the
man who was suing?

No. Different men.
One white, one black.

They are smiling, but they
want those pants, very strong.

That's why Lily take
them to her office.

Piece of cake. We just look for
a black guy and a white guy

together in New York City.

Well, there's us.

Maybe it was the guy with
the lawsuit who sent them.

If those really were his
pants, he loses his case.

Better for him
if they disappear.

Come on, ajury's really going
to give this guy $20 million?

Has this country
gone nuts?

Well, yeah. Kind of.

And Mr. and Mrs. Yee are supposed
to pay him $20 dollars how?

Maybe he's expecting them to take
in a little extra dry-cleaning.

I want to meet
this joker.

WIGGINS: It's statutory.

Consumer fraud carries punitive
damages to deter future wrongdoing.

Like what? Losing a
pair of socks next?

You don't like the law,
write to your assemblyman.

I needed that suit
for my niece's wedding.

Those cleaners had a sign
that said "one-day service,"

which turned out to be a
lie and legally, a fraud.

But they did find
your pants eventually.

(SCOFFING)
They weren't my pants.

But if they were, your
lawsuit gets thrown out

and everybody thinks
you're an idiot.

You think I'm an idiot anyway.
I know that. lam not an...

Idiot?

Someone's dead, Mr. Wiggins, and the
only thing missing from her office

is your pants.

Those pants were Chilean
wool, not Italian.

They had cuffs, which
I'm too short to wear,

and pleats, which
I'm too thin to wear.

They weren't my pants.

VAN BUREN:
So, these are them?

ED: We pulled these
from Lily Yee's file.

These pants have a pleat and a cuff.
Wrong pants.

Well, that's worth
20 million.

Detective Green?

These are the old DD5s you
needed for the Dennison parole.

I had to dig them out of the basement.
Watch out for spiders.

Thanks.

Hey, um,
I was thinking maybe

I would come over on Friday
night, see the kids.

Oh, great!
I need a babysitter.

Oh, can you be
there by 7:00?

Sure.
Perfect.

Bye.

How's she doing since
your brother's death?

Fine, thanks.

You know, if these pants really
didn't belong to the guy who's suing,

someone's missing them.

So let's find out who the
pants actually belong to.

Here, 0-4-9-7.

Four years overseas
chasing terrorists,

and now
I'm the pants police.

All right. These are the
last ones from over there.

And here are the
last of the tickets.

Match them if
you can read them.

Anybody else complain about missing
clothes lately, besides Mr. Wiggins?

One man come in with a ticket.
We don't find his clothes.

But he say sorry,
his mistake,

he must already have got them.
And he just leave.

Okay. 96 pairs of men's
pants, 97 tickets.

Pants-less.

Rachel Monroe?

Do you know her?
No.

I got her number.

RACHEL: You want to know
about my dry-cleaning?

Yeah. Uh, about a pair
of pants you brought in,

about six weeks ago.

You never picked them up.

I've been traveling.
I work for Savingsmart.

ED: Ah, the big chain?

2,700 stores.
I'm a purchasing executive.

What's this about? Someone stealing
clothes from my dry-cleaner?

ED: Uh, no. It's about
a murder investigation.

Murder?
Who was murdered?

A woman named Lily Yee.
Do you know her?

I don't think so.

I really don't see how I can help you.
I'm sorry.

LUPO: Uh, you're
back in town now.

You could have
picked them up.

I didn't need them.
They were an old pair.

So they were
your pants?

Of course.

Are you married,
Ms. Monroe?

No.

LUPO: You have a male roommate?
A boyfriend?

No.

It's our mistake, then. We're looking
for the owner of a pair of men's pants.

Wool, light gray.

You think he had something
to do with the murder?

Uh...

Tell you what. If you think of anything
else, you'll let us know, okay?

Yeah.

She's going to tell him
we were here, right?

Oh, yeah. Some guy who
doesn't want anybody to know

he was out of his pants
in her apartment.

It would be nice if she went
to tell him in person,

so we don't have to wait around
and subpoena her phone records.

I got an idea.
What's her number?

It's on the ticket.

Here.

(IMITATES STATIC)

What the hell was that, the
call of the wild muskrat?

It's a phone tap, so she'll
be afraid to call him. Why?

Phone taps don't
sound like that, man.

They don't sound
like anything.

They do in the movies.
Think it will work?

I'll give you 15 minutes.
All right.

So, you and my sister-in-law, you
guys are getting pretty friendly.

Friendly enough for her to
tell me that she was with you

before she married
your brother.

That's pretty friendly.

You guys, like, getting
together or anything?

No, man,
she's just widowed.

She ain't getting
together with nobody.

Friday night she's going
to a show with her mother.

There she goes.

Look, look, look,
look, look.

One white guy,
one black guy.

And it's not us.

Come on.

Taxi!

Hey!

Hands up! Hands up! Hands
up, where we can see them.

Why were you following
Rachel Monroe?

The other guy's stashed
in Interview One.

They came in voluntarily, made
one call, then not aword.

And you lost the girl?

Yeah.
We lost the girl.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Lieutenant?

Inspector!

Not anymore, Lieutenant.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm just a civilian retiree. I'm
working for Savingsmart now.

I understand you pulled in a
couple of guys that work for me.

Work for you, following a
woman named Rachel Monroe?

That'd be them.

Do you mind telling me
why they were doing that?

Internal corporate stuff.
Nothing very interesting.

Let's go to my office.

Sure.

Who's that?

One of the best officers
lever worked for.

Everything he does
is interesting.

(VAN BUREN LAUGHS)

They're good guys, but obviously
not as good as yours.

Well, they beat the hell out of
mine at keeping their mouths shut.

FULLER: Savingsmart is a little
bit on the bureaucratic side.

No one speaks without being
authorized by a superior.

Sounds more like the White House
than a discount department store.

But you're the
superior, right?

So you're authorized
to speak.

That's right.

We have been investigating
an allegation

that Ms. Monroe has been fraternizing
with another Savingsmart employee,

which is strictly against
company rules.

Fraternizing?

Being friendly without
her clothes on.

And you put
a team on this?

Our founder was a very moral man.
It's the company culture.

He would've fit in great
where you and I met.

Inspector Fuller was my
captain when I got to Vice.

Back when it was
called Public Morals,

before we officially gave up
on worrying about morality.

Well, I guess only the
private sector can afford

to keep an eye
on morals nowadays.

Well, it can also afford to pay me a
50% bump over my department salary.

If you're ever
tempted, Anita.

I'll keep it in mind.

Did you ever find out who Ms.
Monroe was messing with?

We saw her drop off a pair of
men's pants at a dry-cleaner's.

My guys tried to pick them up,
but the cleaners blew them off.

So you got a good look at the pants,
but not the guy that goes with them?

Ms. Monroe and her friend were
obviously being very careful.

And your investigation had nothing
to do with the murder of Lily Yee?

I don't know who that is.

Anyway, we don't
do homicide.

The allegation against Ms.
Monroe, where did it come from?

WOMAN ON TAPE: Her name is Rachel
Monroe, and she's screwing around.

I don't know who with, but he's in the
company. And I don't think it's right.

FULLER: That call came in to our
Integrity Hotline two months ago.

Integrity Hotline?

Reports on employee theft,

company buyers getting
favors from vendors...

The guy that's screwing
around with Ms. Monroe,

what happens
if you find him?

Unless he has a damn good reason
for her having his pants,

they both get fired.

End ofjob, end of
benefits, end of career.

I guess that's motive to get
the pants before you did.

What if you had
gotten them?

How would you know
whose they were?

DNA. We have employees'
DNA on file.

In case of
medical emergency.

Like what? A kidney transplant
during office hours?

It's happened.

Can you play
the tape back?

(CLICKS)

WOMAN ON TAPE: Her name is Rachel
Monroe, and she's screwing around.

I don't know who with, but he's in the
company. And I don't think it's right.

WOMAN ON PA: Attention, Savingsmart
shoppers... (STOPS TAPE)

What was that in the background?
"Attention..."

"Savingsmart shoppers." That's
our pink-light special.

So the call was made
from a store.

Does Ms. Monroe work
out of a store?

No. She's in our
midtown office.

But the caller knows her.
Can we get a list of women

who recently transferred from Ms.
Monroe's office to a store?

Do they know
you're talking to me?

ED: "They"?

The company.

Let's move
over there.

Ma'am, this is a police investigation.
The company doesn't matter.

Right.

Look, Rachel's
a friend of mine.

I would never do
anything to hurt her.

The call was recorded,
Ms. Good.

We can do avoiceprint match
in about 30 seconds.

It just wasn't fair. There was
one opening in Procurement.

Big raise, foreign travel. I'd been
with the company longer than her.

And you think she got the
job the old-fashioned way?

Only because she told me she was,
quote, "Sleeping her way to the top,"

after we had three
cosmos one night.

The next day she said
she'd only been joking.

Did she say who she was onlyjoking about
sleeping her way to the top with?

DEREK". Who is it, hon?

Uh, the police.
They want to talk to you.

Do you mind
if we come in?

Sure, I guess not.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Don't trip on
Thomas the Tank Engine.

You want both of us,
or just me?

Just you is fine.

Okay.

And what's this about?

Yeah. We're investigating the murder
of an attorney named Lily Yee.

Whoever killed her stole a pair of pants
that was taken to a dry-cleaner's

by Rachel Monroe.

Rachel?

We're looking for the man
who owns the pants

that were taken to the
cleaners by Ms. Monroe.

Do you
recognize these?

Size 34.
What's your waist?

Do you always wear
cuffs and pleats?

No. I think you've made
some kind of mistake.

We know that you
and Ms. Monroe

recently spent three weeks
together in China.

Yeah.
Doing company business.

I didn't have an affair with her.
I didn't kill anyone. And...

I take in my own
dry-cleaning.

They were in
Dongying and Weifang.

Buying health and beauty
products for Savingsmart.

They spend, like, a billion
dollars ayear there.

These are Cahill's phone
records since they got back.

There's calls to Rachel
Monroe both day and night.

But they could've been talking
about shampoo from Weifang.

Credit card statement doesn't
show any romantic weekend trips,

but Mrs. Cahill definitely
enjoys the finer things.

Bergdorf's, day spas...

Lieutenant, Detectives.

So, is our front door
wide open,

or does the desk sergeant
remember you, too?

I heard you might be interested
in a guy named Derek Cahill.

You heard?

I thought I might be
able to help you out.

Photos of Cahill from
the company newsletter,

presenting a check
to the Boys' Club,

shaking hands with
a Chinese factory manager.

ED: In a gray suit
while doing it.

We can't make
a positive match

from an old photo to a pair
of pants we don't have.

What do you have?

Could you excuse us
a minute?

Inspector...
Not anymore. Just a...

Civilian retiree.
I know.

Which is why I can't tell
you what else we have.

You know that.

Aren't I allowed
to help out if I can?

Up to a point.

Look, why don't we have
dinner, and we can catch up.

Sure.

Check this out. These calls
Cahill made to Rachel.

There's like a dozen calls on here to
her home phone, which is 212-555-0188.

Then one day last week, he
suddenly calls 917-555-0188,

and 646-555-0188. Same
number, different area code.

So, what, did he all of a
sudden forget her area code?

The dry-cleaner filed
clothes by phone number.

Mr. Yee said that some
guy came in with aticket

and they couldn't
find his clothes.

So, if that was Cahill
trying to get his pants back

after Rachel told him Savingsmart
was sniffing around...

Right. He didn't want to make a
scene, so he just went away.

But maybe he guessed

that the cleaners had given his
pants to the wrong customer.

I mean, the place
is kind of a mess.

Someone with the same number
but a different area code.

So he just
started dialing.

Let's see. 917-555-0188.
(TAPPING ON KEYBOARD)

It's Wiggins' cell phone.

He didn't give
his name.

Just said he wanted to make
sure I had the right pants.

I thought he was
an investigator

the cleaners had hired
to trick me.

I told him he knew
damn well I didn't.

Did you tell him
where the pants were?

I told him, "Pal, you know damn
well where those pants are.

"They're with
the Chinese lawyer."

Wiggins told you
where they were.

The office was easy
to break into.

ED: Maybe you didn't
mean to hurt anybody.

You didn't know she was
going to show up.

You're right. All you
wanted were these.

No, you're wrong.
This is so wrong.

There's no way
Derek murdered anyone.

We don't think
he meant to.

I know him.

Look, I really don't
care who you screw.

But this isn't about
an affair anymore.

You need to tell me everything,
and you need to tell me now.

(sums)

He told his wife he was going
to a meeting in Kansas,

but he spent
the weekend with me.

(sums)

We were so careful,
because of the company.

We borrowed an apartment.
We wore disguises.

I never thought I had to be that
careful with his dry-cleaning.

Why did you even
have his pants?

They

got my lipstick

on them,

on the fly.

So I took them to the cleaners
so his wife wouldn't see.

And then Savingsmart
security came around.

They would've fired us both. I
told them the pants were mine.

And you warned him.

He took the ticket. He just
wanted to get them back.

He wouldn't kill anyone.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

What?

Mr. Fuller brought us
a little present.

Wool. Light gray.
And you know what?

I think that's
a spot of blood.

You think it might be
a match for Lily Yee?

Where'd you get these?

Cahill's apartment.
Back of his closet.

ED: You searched it
without a warrant?

I don't need a warrant.
I'm not a cop anymore.

Besides, that apartment
is Savingsmart property.

The company makes it available to
executives on assignment in New York.

Right, right.
It's still his home.

You don't want 'em,
I'll take 'em back.

Looks like there's still
some lipstick on the fly.

You want them or not?

My lawyer's going to
be here any minute.

Just in time. Derek Cahill, you're under
arrest for the murder of Lily Yee.

Not guilty.

People seek remand. The defendant
has extensive foreign connections.

In China. Not the first
place I'd flee to.

And the evidence against
him is compelling.

An item of clothing
stolen from the victim,

with the victim's
blood on it,

was found in Mr. Cahill's
possession.

BURT: That evidence that is about
to be suppressed, YourHonoL

Wonderful. Then your client won't
have to worry about raising bail,

which is set at $1 million.

(BANGS GAVEL) Next!

Connie, why are you
even bothering?

If the pants fit,
they can't acquit.

What pants?

She filed the motion to suppress before
I even got out of the courthouse.

The pants were seized illegally
in a warrantless search.

Not by the police or any
other government agency.

No. Just by agents of a
multinational corporation

that behaves like
a government,

and is bigger than
most governments,

and bends or breaks
every rule in the book

to stock its shelves with products
at prices that are unbelievably low.

You shop at Savingsmart?

A child's bicycle is $150 on Columbus
Avenue. $35.99 at Savingsmart.

You ride
a child's bicycle?

My nephew's daughter does. How important
are these pants to your case?

Without them, we have
motive, opportunity...

JACK: Nothing.
Yeah.

Make sure those cops had nothing
to do with that search.

The law says if a private citizen
obtains evidence in any way,

legally or illegally, and comes
in and hands it to the police,

we can use it.

As long as the police had nothing
to do with them finding it.

Well, Fullerjust walked in
carrying a brown paper bag.

We didn't know he was going to do
it, and I certainly didn't ask him.

How about you guys?

No, we were about to apply
for a search warrant.

Fuller just showed up.

And he didn't even give you a
hint he'd be bringing it in?

I understand he's your
former boss, your mentor?

That's right. But he taught
me to do police work,

not outsource it
to rent-a-cops.

BURT: Mr. Fuller, do you
recall the circumstances

that led to your bringing this
pair of pants to the police?

Yes, I do.

The pants were obtained at the
request of Lieutenant Van Buren.

The lieutenant knew you
were bringing them in?

I was already cooperating
with the police investigation.

I had brought them
a photograph of Mr. Cahill

wearing what they thought
were the pants in question.

And what, if anything,
did the lieutenant say

when you brought
that photograph?

That they couldn't make
a positive match

without having
the actual pants.

Are you aware that three New
York City police officers,

including
Lieutenant Van Buren,

have sworn they had no idea you
were going to look for these pants?

What do you
expect them to say?

I expect them
to tell the truth.

Are you telling
the truth, sir?

Yes.

But when you were
a police officer

in their situation,
you would have lied?

I would have been motivated to catch
a murderer, just like they were.

I knew what they wanted.

Lieutenant Van Buren took me aside
for a private conversation.

She said we should get
together later and talk.

She knew that I could do
stuff that they couldn't.

Mr. Cutter, I'm afraid
I've heard enough.

Your Honor, even if you believe
this witness, which I do not,

the police would inevitably have
discovered those pants on their own.

They were within minutes of
applying for a search warrant.

JUDGE BREWER: But they didn't.
They took the easy way out.

And I, for one, am getting
tired of government officials

taking shortcuts
through our Constitution.

CUTTER: There was
no bad faith here.

Are you going to tell these people
that their daughter's murderer

is going to go free because
somebody was overenthusiastic?

No, Mr. Cutter, you are.
The evidence is suppressed.

Fuller was lying.
I didn't see it coming.

Why was he lying?

Savingsmart believes all murderers
should be freed so they can shop?

I don't know. There had
to be some collusion.

Somebody got
to somebody.

Looks like one of those
somebodies was Cahill.

Three days ago, he made
a call from Rikers Island

to Savingsmarfs New York
headquarters, and the next day,

two executives from Savingsmart and
Fuller visited Cahill in jail.

How courteous.
Let's repay the visit.

CUTTER: You're an attorney, Mr.
Reynolds?

I am.

Do you represent Mr.
Cahill in any capacity?

No. I work for
Savingsmart.

Are you an attorney,
too, Mr. Beckett?

No. Senior vice president,
public affairs.

CUTTER:
Public relations.

How do you spin something
like Savingsmart

helping a killer
get away with murder?

The company does not condone the
alleged crime of Mr. Cahill,

and all of us here,
including Mr. Fuller,

have done our public duty as asked
and spoken truthfully at all times.

Truthfully, Mr. Fuller? You
haven't let them in on the joke?

REYNOLDS: We're meeting with
you as a courtesy, Mr. Cutter.

Mr. Fuller has nothing to say beyond
what he's already said in court.

If you're not representing
Mr. Cahill,

why did you go running to see
him at Rikers when he called?

He was a senior Savingsmart executive
who left his post rather suddenly.

There were some unfinished
business matters to discuss.

Business matters? With the
company cop, flack, and lawyer?

I don't see a businessman
in this room.

I think we're done here.

CUTTER: Oh, I think
we're just beginning,

if you're engaged in a criminal
conspiracy to protect a murderer.

Thank you for coming uptown.

Not a real chatty
group, are they?

I think they super-glued
Fuller's mouth shut.

No, they're all
top brass, Mike,

rallying to protect a mid-level
purchasing executive.

Would you and Jack
do the same for me?

What did Cahill do at
Savingsmart, exactly?

Health and beauty.

Health and beauty what?

(DOOR OPENING)

You didn't return my calls.

They told me I don't
have to talk to you.

Did they threaten you?
Say you'd be fired?

Because that's illegal.
It's obstruction of justice.

No. Nothing like that.

Are you moving?

I've been transferred to Singapore.
It's a promotion.

Singapore? They'rejust
trying to keep you quiet.

About what? I don't know
anything about this murder.

But you do know
about Derek Cahill.

I had an affair with him,
all right?

We were in China. It was like
being on another planet.

So what was he doing in China,
when you and he weren't

on another planet?

Nothing. Buying mouthwash
and shampoo.

Leave me alone. Please.

They spent most of
their time in Dongying,

which is mostly oil
and petrochemicals.

Here is a Dongying prefecture
business promotion page.

And there is one company who
makes mouthwash and shampoo.

Bright Day Manufacturing.

"Our mouthwash has antiseptic formula
for world-class oral cleansing."

Well, that's nice.

Do you think maybe we're spinning
our wheels here, Connie?

Derek Cahill is about to get away
soot-free after murdering Lily Yee,

and we're busy tracing his travels
among mouthwash manufacturers.

Mike, a month ago, the plant manager
at Bright Day Manufacturing

committed suicide right after the company
was shut down by the Chinese government.

I've checked Mr. Cahill's
visa records.

He was a frequent visitor to
China on behalf of Savingsmart.

And he bought products at
Bright Day Manufacturing?

Yes. He and his colleague,
Ms. Monroe,

were registered buyers
at that facility.

Of mouthwash
and shampoo?

And various other items.

What happened there? Why
was the company shut down?

There were some
quality control issues,

which are universal,
as I'm sure you know.

I presume the Bright Day
manager was shamed,

even though my government's
action was purely cautionary.

As you say, better safe
than sorry, right?

Better safe than sorry
about what?

Toothpaste. There may have
been some impurities.

We've seen unconfirmed
press reports from Belize.

Of impurities?

Of deaths. Unconfirmed.
Also in Dominican Republic.

But nothing definitive.

But your government thought it was
better to be safe than sorry.

Yes.

And one of those other items Mr. Cahill
bought for Savingsmart was toothpaste?

Poison toothpaste.

That has not
been established.

How much did he buy?

Three million tubes. Exported
to the United States.

Two deaths in the Dominican
Republic, half a dozen in Belize.

The thickening agent in the
toothpaste was antifreeze.

Which saved Bright Day
Manufacturing a penny a tube.

So the stuff was cheap. The
perfect Savingsmart product.

These articles were published
after Cahill's trip to China.

He couldn't have known at the
time he bought the stuff.

But he knew
about it afterward.

When he got in trouble, he called
the company and offered a deal.

He'd keep his mouth shut if it helped
him out with the murder charge.

So Savingsmart sent Fuller
into court to lie

to get the evidence
against Cahill tossed.

Did it ever make it
onto the shelves?

The toothpaste
at Savingsmart?

Not as far as we can tell.
There's nothing in the news.

I checked with
the FDA and the CDC.

So what was the company
afraid Cahill would say?

That America's favorite store
almost poisoned its customers.

But it didn't. You say Cahill
bought three million tubes?

At least.
Uh-huh.

Where are they?

Tell him it's urgent.
All right?

Mr. Reynolds is
out of the office.

They don't know
where to reach him.

Not our problem,
Mr. Sawchuck.

This warrant requires you
to produce the records.

They'll fire me.

They'll have to bail you
out of jail first.

We get deliveries from
Bright Day all the time.

Or did. Uh...

Mouthwash, shampoo,
sometimes soap.

Where does it
go from here?

Regional centers.
Then the stores.

We're interested
in toothpaste.

We got one shipment.
Twenty containers.

But it was pulled off the distro
list before it went anywhere.

So it's still here?

No.

CUTTER: In a landfill?

M and M Novelties,
Kansas City.

Savingsmart bought the stuff
for 20 cents a tube.

They sold it to M and M
Novelties for a dime.

But M and M
never took delivery.

They resold it to a specialty
toiletries distributor in Alabama.

What's their specialty? Toiletries
made of industrial chemicals?

Institutions. Hospitals,
prisons, old-age homes.

Places where people
die all the time,

so who's going to notice a few
with antifreeze on their breath?

I've alerted the state
health departments.

This doesn't even
make sense.

Savingsmart is a multi-billion
dollar operation.

Why are they dumping poison on little
old ladies to save a few bucks?

Why didn't they just shove
the stuff in a landfill?

Maybe the company
didn't know.

The fax that instructed
the warehouse

to take the toothpaste out
of distribution and sell it,

it didn't come from Corporate,
it came from Procurement.

Cahill?

No.

RACHEL:
I don't understand.

CONNIE:
Is that your signature?

No. I never saw
this before.

You've got to believe me.
We do.

We've got some other copies of your
signature and that's not a match.

Then what am I
doing here?

Deb, send them in,
please.

Cutter, if you're
really ready to deal.

Rachel.

BURT: You didn't tell me
it was a surprise party.

I thought these two lovebirds might
have some catching up to do.

Derek,

do you know anything
about this?

I don't know
what that is.

You told me the company
destroyed that toothpaste.

What toothpaste?
It did.

Wrong. It dumped it on
prisons and nursing homes,

per this order
signed by Ms. Monroe.

But I never
saw that before.

CUTTER: Then who do you
think signed your name?

Who bought that toothpaste?
Who wanted to make it go away

before the company found out
he'd wasted its money?

What were you afraid of,
Mr. Cahill?

Getting a bad quarterly
performance review?

Rachel, you can't
believe that.

Who wouldn't want his
name on that document

in case anyone
ever caught on?

He's trying
to trick you.

You said you loved me.

They're twisting things.

Maybe you did
kill that girl.

Rachel!

Did he say anything to you
about the murder, Rachel?

No. But now I understand.

The company asked me about the toothpaste.
I didn't know why.

So the company knew?

You tried to hide it,
but they found out anyway.

You son of a bitch.

This is all very entertaining,
but it seems your witness

has no evidence to
offer on the murder.

And as for whatever toothpaste
it is you're all blabbing about,

somehow that doesn't seem
very relevant, either.

Call me when you're ready to
drop the charge. Mr. Cahill.

(SNIFFLING)

She's kind of right.
We're nowhere.

Wrong. Now we can prove Savingsmart
knew about the toothpaste.

So?

JACK: We're not alleging that you knew
about the toothpaste at the time.

Cahill acted alone.

But you found out,
and covered it up.

Retrieved from the Sunny
Hill Retirement Home

in Gadsden, Alabama.

Does anyone want to
freshen their breath?

You planning another one of your
grandstanding prosecutions, Mr. McCoy?

Bring down the big,
bad corporation?

By your own admission, we didn't
knowingly buy or sell the stuff.

If any wrongdoing
was committed,

it apparently took place
in Gadsden, Alabama,

which is out of
your jurisdiction.

Fine. Then I'll just
prosecute you two personally

for conspiring to obstructjustice
in the trial of Derek Cahill.

To buy his silence,

you sent Mr. Fuller into a
courtroom to commit perjury.

You can't prove that either.

I'll take my chances.

How long do you think Savingsmart
will keep you on the payroll

after you're indicted?

What do you want?

Your full cooperation
with health authorities,

tracking down every tube of Chinese
toothpaste in North America.

Plus, Mr. Fuller
clarifies his testimony

so we can get those pants back
in evidence against Cahill.

And what will
you do for us?

Nothing.

No statements.
No accusations.

No press release.
No charges.

I don't suppose we could
get that in writing?

Shut up, Larry.

We'll get that toothpaste.

And Mr. Fuller will be in
court at your disposal.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're giving them a pass on a
national public health threat

to convict one murderer?

I'm getting them to put the
toothpaste back into the tube.

And I'm convicting
a murderer.

I thought you might care about
that since it's your case.

When you were in my job, you took
on bigger targets than Savingsmart.

So what? Don't shoot at what you can't hit.
Call Judge Brewer.

Reopen the
suppression hearing.

You're settling.
Call the judge.

What are you going
to say, Inspector?

"Inspector"?

Is that a taunt?
A reminder.

You know, you once told me we had
to be twice as good as anyone else.

They want me to say
I misspoke.

So you'll fix the first lie
by telling another one.

I don't suppose you'd be interested
in hearing any kind of explanation.

Oh, no. I get it.

You spend 30 years
picking up the trash,

half the time fighting the brass
worse than the criminals.

They give you a pension and forget your
name before you're even out of the door.

And along comes
Savingsmart,

putting a lot of dollars
in your pocket

and asking you to shade
the truth just a little.

You almost
make it sound okay.

Almost. Not quite.

I want to make sure
I'm understanding this.

You're amending
your previous testimony?

Yes, ma'am.

I regret to say that
I misplaced my emphasis.

My people had been working with
Lieutenant Van Buren and her detectives,

but they had no idea that I was going
to search Mr. Cahill's apartment.

When I walked in
with those pants,

they were
completely surprised.

JUDGE BREWER:
If that's the case,

why did you misplace your emphasis
the last time you were here?

I was protecting the
reputation of Savingsmart.

I thought it would be
embarrassing to the company

if one of its executives was
convicted of murder. (WHISPERING)

JUDGE BREWER: Well, that
was very diligent of you.

And I suggest you
engage an attorney

to defend you against
possible perjury charges.

Meanwhile, I'm reversing my
previousjudgment suppressing the pants.

They are back in evidence.

Mr. Cahill,
your bail is revoked.

Your Honor, I have a few more
questions for the witness.

The game's over, Mr. Cutter.
You won.

Very well.

Mr. Fuller,

have you told the whole
truth here today?

Yes. The police had nothing to
do with me getting those pants.

I'm not talking
about the pants, sir.

I'm talking about
why you lied

the first time
you were here.

Did you just tell
the truth about that?

No.

It wasn't just about keeping
him from being convicted.

It was part of a deal

to keep him quiet.

He, Cahill,
was blackmailing the company.

If it, I,
we didn't get him off,

he would tell
what he knew about

some poison toothpaste
that we imported from China

that ended up being dumped in
hospitals and old-age homes.

And by the way.

I quit.

Fuller had it
all documented,

the toothpaste, the
cover-up, the perjury.

He had e-mails, tapes,
a dossier.

He turned it over
to the US Attorney.

Cop instincts.
They never go away.

I did make a deal with
Savingsmart, however,

on behalf of the District
Attorney's office.

You didn't want to.

Now you're reading my mind?
You broke the deal.

It's okay. You don't
have to thank me.

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