All language subtitles for Law and order S20E11 - Fed

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.

Change only happens
when you vote.

But first,
you have to register.

I don't have time for this.

It doesn't matter
if you have
a criminal record.

What did you say?

Jim.

On that note...

Come on,
it's barely 6:00.

I saw some houses down
by that old landfill.

Sorry, I'm beat.

I'll take the ferry
back into the city.

That's the problem
with you, John.

You're just not
dedicated enough.

Street cleaner found him.
Delaware plates,
come back to a Nicholas Landy.

Whoa!

"FED". Somebody wants us
to know this guy
worked for the government.

There's white gravel
in the tire treads.

That's not from around here.

Got a tarp here
covered in blood.

Could've been used
to transport the body.

As a dumpsite,
this hardly
qualifies as remote.

Yeah, but Lupes,

look down here.

Federal Reserve Bank.

This little scene
was staged by somebody
with a big one for Uncle Sam.

Time of death is between
7:00 and 10:00 last night.

I found multiple contusions,

broken rib, broken jaw,
all inflicted within
a half-hour period.

Your basic blunt-force
trauma party.

These marks.

He was choked out.

Yeah. Someone
with big hands.

The inscription on his chest
is in ink, consistent with
a black marker.

What is this crud
in his hair?

Crud.

The crud might have
been on the floor
where he was killed.

Any time you want to
switch jobs, Detective,
you let me know.

Fingerprints trace back
to a James Landy of Delaware.

He has a disorderly conduct
in Milford from 2004.

The car's in his
father's name,

and no record he ever worked
for the federal government.

Hmm.

The SUV's E-ZPass
has it leaving Staten Island
at 9:30 last night.

It could've been Landy
driving the car or his killer.

Can't tell from
the toll booth camera.

He has iron oxide
in his hair.

That's probably
from the crime scene.

It's a chemical used
in explosives,
in cosmetics...

And 100 other things.
Have you contacted
Mr. Landy's next of kin?

His father is deceased
as of last year.

Mother lives in Arizona
with his sister.

The local authorities
are contacting them.

Well, we won't release
his name until that's done.

We got his last known
in Red Hook.

Well, get over there.
1 PP's talking to the FBI.

Landy may have worked
for the government
off the radar.

You want to help?

Get me some answers.

He'd only been here
a few months.

Right, Eddie?

Did you ever see him
with anybody?

Oh, last night, there was
this girl, a black girl.

I was on my way out
to get some yogurt,
and she was outside

trying to buzz Jim
from downstairs.

A black girl.
What time was this?

A little before
10:00, maybe.

What did she look like?

She was nice-looking.

Except her right hand
was balled up like this,
in a fist.

Thanks.

Found a laptop cord
but no laptop.

Otherwise,
nothing out of place.

Nothing here really to steal
unless you're a bookworm.

Clinton's Memoirs,

History of the Chicago Seven.

Landy was a political junkie.

He put his money
where his mouth was.

Pay stub from the
Rights Alliance Foundation.

Some idiot looking
to whack a fed

killed a community
organizer instead.

This is unbelievable.

Jim was only with us
since the fall,

but in the three years
I've been running this office,

we've never had a person
with more passion.

He was the star
of our voter
registration beat.

Did you speak
with him yesterday?

I didn't.

He was in the field all day.

Staten Island, Bay Terrace.

He was going
door to door
with John Munson.

Till what time?
Late, I think.

Mrs. Owens, has the
Rights Alliance been
receiving any threats lately?

Besides the usual
partisan threats
to cut off our funding?

No. Why?

Jim had this
scrawled on his chest.

Oh, my God.

Is there a reason
why anyone would think

he worked for
the federal government?

I can't imagine how.

We tell our employees to
identify themselves up-front
as being from a nonprofit.

This is bad.

Well, for the time being,
tell your people
to be careful,

work in pairs and only during
daylight hours, okay?

We'll be in touch. Thanks.

I can't believe it.
I should never have
let him go off on his own.

Go off on his own,
where, Mr. Munson?

Down by Richmond Valley.

If there was even
one unregistered
citizen out there,

Jim was up for the hunt.

We hear
he was passionate.

How'd that go over
with the citizens?

He could be
pretty aggro, yeah.

He said he learned
the hard sell

as a student volunteer
for the Obama campaign.

Hey, are we like
targets, now?

Should we be
carrying pepper spray
or something?

My guess,
you're pretty safe here.

Just mind the Jack Russells.

He came by yesterday,
around 7:00.

Told him I don't vote.

Only group I support is
my food co-op.

And ELF.

The eco-terrorists?

You have their sticker
on your car.

Ah, that's been there
five years.

I put a few nails into trees.

But when they started
blowing up boats,
they lost me.

We heard Mr. Landy
wasn't the type to give up
on an unregistered voter.

Look, I gave him
an organic apple
and he went away. Okay?

This white gravel,

you know where
it comes from?

Yeah. Jerry Ganz
down the street.

He just put in
a new driveway.

He'll love hearing
from you two.

You're trespassing.

We'll be out of
your hair in a minute.

Did you talk
to this guy yesterday?

No.

Weird, because
he hit the four houses

on this side of the street
right before yours.

Get it straight.

I don't have to submit
to interrogations
by Big Brother.

Mr. Ganz, this man
turned up dead shortly
after paying you a visit.

Two minutes
and we'll be out of here.

You got five seconds
to get off my property.

That rat poison?

Yeah.

Kill a lot
of people with that.

In the hands of
an anti-government activist,

possession of
that amount of toxin

falls under
the terrorism laws.

Who do you think you are?

Big Brother.

And you're under arrest.

Your problems
with authority
go back a ways.

In '99 you assaulted
an EPA inspector

who was trying to run
a groundwater test
on your property.

He was trespassing,
same as you.

Just give us an alibi
and you can get back
to the fortress of solitude.

I don't answer
to a couple of Obamabots.

Obamabots?

Hold on.

It's a message from the boss.

After we book you
for possession of
a chemical weapon,

we get a warrant
and go through
all your personals.

I spoke to the guy, okay?

I told him voting is
an endorsement of the system
that violates our freedom.

And what did Mr. Landy
have to say to that?

He started arguing with me.

The usual liberal claptrap.

Then he dropped his bag.
This video-camera tumbles out.

Red light was on.

He was videotaping you?

I said I was
getting my gun.

He grabbed his stuff
and beat it.

And what did you do?

I made dinner for my wife.
Now, can I go?

Uh...

No.

So Landy was making
secret videos.

Of the wrong people.

Mr. Ganz is a member
of Patriot Rangers,

a libertarian group,
active in those
Tea Parties last summer.

Do we know
if Landy actually
owned a camera?

Yeah, we found a manual
for one at his place,
but no camera.

What do you want us to do
with Mr. Ganz?

Kick him back
to Staten Island,

let them hold him
for the terrorism charge.

As for Mr. Landy, see if
the Rights Alliance knows

he was moonlighting
as Michael Moore.

Thanks.

Courtney Owens at
the Rights Alliance.

She says she didn't know
about Landy's videotaping.
But check this out.

I had the Milford Delaware
Police fax over

his disorderly conduct
arrest report from 2004.

This doesn't make any sense.

Yeah,
that's what I thought.

I want everyone outside.
Grab your vests.
We got a situation.

Lieutenant, we got
something on Landy.

Later. You come with me.

Free Jerry! Free Jerry!
Free Jerry!

Looks like Jerry's kids
brought their popguns.

What do you want us
to do, arrest them?

This prisoner

is being transported
to Staten Island.

Anyone who interferes
will be arrested.

Anyone who so much as
reaches for a weapon
is a dead man.

Now, those of you
carrying a weapon,

you are in violation of
Administrative Code 10303.

You got 30 seconds
to get them back
in their carrying cases

and into your vehicles,
or you will be booked
for reckless endangerment.

Now,

what was that about
Mr. Landy?

He was arrested in 2004
for picketing outside

a poverty law clinic
in Delaware.

The arresting report says
he was co-chairman
of his campus

Bush Re-election Committee.

From militant conservative
to bleeding heart community
organizer?

Sounds like a stretch.
Well...

If we figure out which one
he really was, it might
tell us who killed him.

Jimmy and I,
we shared a dorm room
in junior year.

He was a great guy.

When was the last time
you saw him?

A couple of weeks ago.

He told me
to come over any time.

He kept a key
in the stairwell,
said I could let myself in.

Jimmy was a...
He was a real bro.

Key in the stairwell.

What about his politics?
We heard he was active
on campus.

He was conservative.

He had Fox on 24/7.

Any chance
he mellowed since college?

No. He hated liberals.

Once he, uh, he got
the student paper to interview

this Iraq War vet
turned peacenik.

The editor ran it, comes back

the vet's just a bum
Jimmy paid off.

He punked the paper.

They had to run an apology.

Would it surprise you
to learn he was working
for the Rights Alliance?

You're kidding.
Jimmy thought they were
a bunch of socialists.

He say anything about
punking them?

No.

But he did say he was
working on something.

He wouldn't tell me what.

Thanks.

Say Landy was shooting
some secret video to make
the Rights Alliance look bad.

He's killed, his camera
goes missing.

Yeah, plus his apartment
is cleaned out.

No flash cards,
no videos, no laptop.

We have the girl
who was let into
Landy's building.

If she knew where
he stashed a key,

she might have taken
all that material.

Landy was worked over
for half an hour,

maybe to find out
where he kept his videos,

how to gain
access to his place.

If he was punking
the Rights Alliance,

I'm guessing the girl
and the killer work for them.

Here.

The night Landy was killed,

he got two calls from
the Rights Alliance office,

the second one at 7:16.

Odds are whoever called him
from the Rights Alliance
knows something about this.

Those calls were probably
about the next day's
assignments.

And who's
in charge of that?

Whoever's around.

Lupes.

Excuse me.

A brace, for
carpal tunnel syndrome.

The lady who let the girl
up to Landy's place

said she had her hand
balled up.

Who sits here?

Courtney's assistant, Marissa.

She's in the break room.

Sure, I was
at his building that night.

That lady let me in.
I knocked on his door
but he didn't answer.

Why were you there?

Um, Courtney had me stop by
on my way home because

Jim forgot to turn in
his registration forms.

I'm sorry.

Oh! I'm really
freaked out about this.

We understand, Marissa. So...

You never made it
into his apartment?

No, as I said
I knocked on his door,
and he wasn't there.

Did you talk to him
that night?

No.

Did he talk to you
about his politics?

His politics were progressive,
same as everybody here.

Did he tell you he worked
for the Bush re-election
campaign in '04?

Really?

Well...

People can change
their minds, right?

Anyway I mostly just
answer Courtney's phones,

so I didn't have much
contact with him.

Um...

It's Courtney.

My break is over.

Of course, Chief.

As soon as anything breaks,
I'll call you.

Yeah, I'm running out of ways
to tell the Chief of D's
we don't know squat.

Tell me you got something
on this girl, Marissa.

Her prints weren't
in Landy's place.

But the key Landy left
in the stairwell is missing,

so we can't
rule her out either.

There. Her phone
activity is hinky.

She got a call from
a Rights Alliance
cell at 9:40,

just before she went up
to Landy's place.

From who?

We don't know,
but look here,

and you'll see
who Marissa called
the next morning.

Red Hook Video Services.

I found a couple of
charges from them
on Landy's Visa.

Van Buren.

Oh!

What a surprise.

Hold on.

The video place, right?

So, how've you been?
Are you in town?

Oh, no.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

This Friday?

Uh...

You know, I don't know
if I can get away.

But give me the address.

No, no, no.
I want to be there.
It's just that, uh...

Well, there's...

There's been a lot going on.

I will.

I will.

You, too.

And again,

I'm so sorry.

All right.

Bye-bye.

Two flashcards,
eight gigs each,
dropped off by a Jim Landy.

He wanted us
to enhance the audio.

Um, the girl said
she worked for him,

she wanted to send
someone by to pick it up.

Did someone come by?

Roberto, a big Hispanic guy,
and paid cash.

When he was in here,
did he touch anything?

He was leaning
on the counter, right there.

All right, we'll send somebody
down here to dust for prints.

Do you know what was
on the video?

Uh, people
in an office, talking,

looked like candid
camera stuff.

You transferred it
to your equipment
to work on the audio, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Those files will
still be on there, yeah?

Yup.

There are 13
Pasta Plate franchises
in Lower Manhattan.

Every franchisee
is a white male.

Not exactly representative
of the surrounding community.

If Pasta Plate's not being
a good corporate citizen,

maybe they need a push.

What if somebody found
something in the lasagna
that shouldn't be there?

Like what?
How about a condom?

That would be
hysterical.

If the Rights Alliance
makes a big stink,

Pasta Plate will do
anything to shut us up.

We can make
them give three franchises
to people we choose.

Hmm?

Landy was talking them
into committing extortion.

That's how he was
going to punk
the Rights Alliance.

If this video gets out,
Marissa here is out of a job
and in some legal trouble.

And if she found out
he was taping her,

she'd want to shut him down
to get this video.

Mmm-hmm. She had help.

We found prints
at the video place

belonging to another
Rights Alliance employee,

Arturo Ramirez.

He was arrested a few times
at Rights Alliance pickets
for trespassing and assault.

Prime candidate
for killing Landy.

You know, the material
they found in Landy's hair...

Iron oxide.

It's used as
a pigment in paint.

And look at this,

this address
on Staten Island

where Ramirez was arrested
for unlawful assembly
six months ago...

Now, there used to be
a big paint factory there.

Wetherbee's.

It went bust last spring.

Lupes! Got some
dried blood back here.

These look like drag marks.

Footprints here.

They look bigger
than mine
and I wear an 11.

Whoever dragged
this body out has
some serious boats.

We're going to
need these signs
at the picket location

tomorrow 7:00 a.m. Sharp

Arturo Ramirez?

Who's asking?

You're under arrest
for murder.
You know the drill.

Marissa Rumstead,
you're under arrest
for murder. Stand up.

Oh, my God.

This is a mistake.
Marissa, don't worry.

We'll get
Davis Webb involved.

Mrs. Owens,
step back, please.

You think
we don't know
what this is about?

We've protested police
brutality and this is
the NYPD's revenge.

It's a frame job.

No justice, no peace.

Great. Now everybody hates us.

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

If the Rights Alliance
makes a big stink,

Pasta Plate
will do anything
to shut us up.

We can make them give
three franchises
to people we choose.

I'm just as horrified
as you are, Jack.

But this is not
a motive for murder.

Davis, she's on tape
hatching a blackmail scheme
that could land her in jail.

That's motive enough.

You can't take
that video at face value.

It's just kids messing around,
blowing off steam.

No matter, they're fired.
We'll issue new guidelines,
new training procedures...

Davis, I appreciate
your coming in
to defend your organization.

It's not just
an abstract defense.

Courtney.

I can confirm that Marissa
was at Jim's apartment

on my instructions
to pick up
registration forms.

As far as Arturo,
I sent him to SoHo
at 7:00 to leaflet.

Jack, I'm just
asking you not to
rush to judgment here.

The Rights Alliance
has worked across
party lines for 20 years.

Why put those good works
into jeopardy

over a few dumb kids
on some ambush video?

Davis, the chips
will fall where they fall.

Thanks for coming in.

Mrs. Owens.

A few dumb kids?
He's kidding, right?

The Rights Alliance
has a legacy
worth protecting.

Predatory lending reform,
housing, minimum wage.

No one's disputing that.

So let's go the extra mile
before we blow it all up.

What about this
Patriot Ranger, Jerry Ganz?

Didn't he threaten Landy
with a gun?

If you're asking
if the police have

eliminated him as a suspect,
the answer's no.

Say no more.

Bad news, Jerry.
Guess what we found
in your composter.

Okay, so I grabbed
the camera away
from the jackass.

Then he took off.
But I never hurt him.

Then why lie to us
about the camera?

Only because when I read
someone killed him

I knew how this would look.

I am not the type
the government

usually gives
the benefit of the doubt.

Excuse me. Yeah?

Sorry, wrong answer.

So try again, Jerry.

The lab examined
his shoes, his clothes.

No blood, no fluids,
there's nothing linking him
to Landy or the paint factory.

And nothing eliminating him
as a suspect.

Finding the camera
complicates matters.

We can't kick Ganz,
but we still
can't charge him.

Well, pardon my detectives
for doing their job.

And by the way,
we already have
two murder suspects.

Good ones.

Not good enough.

Exactly
what do you want from us?

Clarity.

Clarity?

Mr. Cutter,
exactly how long
have you been an A.D. A?

Since when do you
get evidentiary clarity

in a murder case
handed to you
on a silver platter?

I think
we're done here for today.

Hey, I want you
to have the lab take

another run at matching
those footprints to Ganz.

Loo, you've got to see this.

CCS salvaged
some of the data

from the memory card
from Landy's camera.

It's all from the night
he was killed.

This clip's from 7:16 p.m.
He's driving in his SUV.

Hello? Courtney, hey.

I already talked to Marissa.

I have one last area to hit
and then I'm going home.

I can meet with
Arturo tomorrow.

Why tonight?
What's the big deal?

If you really
want me to, fine.

Good night.

Morons.

Courtney Owens
said she never
spoke to him that night.

And here she is,
calling him.

And sending him
to meet Arturo Ramirez.

Talk to Mrs. Owens' family.

Find out what
she was up to that night.

I'll fill out a 49
for Mike Cutter.

Rey.

Hey, Loo.

I'm so sorry about Deborah.

Thanks.

It means a lot,
you being here.

Thanks.

Your daughters are
so beautiful.

So, how you doing,
old friend?

A day at a time.

How about you?
Morris said that, uh,

he heard you were sick.

It's just rotten luck
all around.

Listen, my girls and I are
going to my sister-in-law's
in Hempstead

for a little reception,
if you want to join us.

Oh, I'd love to.
But I need to get back.

Well...

If you could spare
a few minutes,

it'd be a shame
not to catch up.

Sure.

I'd like that.

After 10 years,
Deborah couldn't
fight it anymore.

The MS just
completely overwhelmed her.

She died at home,
in my arms.

So what's next?

You heading back
to California?

Yeah.

Girls love it,
and the job is good.

But Deborah's from the Island,

so it made sense
to bury her here
with her folks.

We're losing
a lot of people, Loo.

I talked to Lennie
a few days before the end,

and he was still
cracking jokes.

Good old Lennie.

But Deborah...

In the end,

my girl,

she tried to be brave.

But it was bad.

It was bad.

Courtney didn't
get home until late.

I think she was
at the office.

You used to work
at the Rights Alliance
with your wife, Mr. Owens?

Yes. I was in accounting
for 12 years.

Let me tell you,
the view's better
in the private sector.

Did you know Jim Landy?

No. I think he started
just as I was leaving.

Did your wife say
anything about him

when she came home
that night he was killed?

Truth is, I was asleep
when she got in.

We didn't talk.

Now, is there
anything else?

You're right,
the view is better here.

From accounting to PR.

How'd you swing that?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

It's just an interesting
career change.

Well, that's what it is,
interesting.

Now, I really need
to get back to work.

Courtney Owens' husband
was a bookkeeper
with the Rights Alliance.

Then three weeks ago,
he's reborn as
a public relations executive,

a job he has
no background for.

That's a move
I'd like to learn.

Well, no doubt
it helped that
the PR firm has

a million dollar account
with the Rights Alliance.

So, his wife was
pulling a few strings.
That's not so unusual.

But this is.
A month before
he left the Rights Alliance,

the man started buying
municipal bonds.

In three weeks,
he bought just over
$500,000 worth.

On a bookkeeper's salary?

Where did the money
come from?

Well, over the
same three weeks,

the Rights Alliance's
special projects fund

shows an unexplained
debit of $500,000.

He was embezzling.

And maybe somebody,
his wife Courtney,

found out what
he was up to,

and got him out of the door
before anyone else

at the Rights Alliance
could trip to it.

Or she was in on
the embezzlement.

All fine and good,
but Landy's murder?

We found evidence
Courtney called Landy
the night he was killed.

Evidence she sent him
to meet Arturo Ramirez.

Of course.
She was worried
that whatever scandal

Landy's video
would generate

wouldn't stop
at the Pasta Plate extortion.

That it would eventually
expose her husband's
embezzlement.

So, another murder suspect.
Courtney Owens.

I hope you've at least
eliminated Jerry Ganz
from the running.

Not quite.

The police found
Landy's camera
hidden on Ganz's property,

and he had access
to the murder scene.

So, the list of suspects
just keeps growing,

and we have no definite
proof of anything.

Somebody say something.

This is not a simple
murder, Jack.

Then sort it out,
all of you,
or find people who can.

I had to take work home
but didn't have
my flash drive,

so I borrowed Jim's
from his desk.

That's when I found
the video he made.

Did you tell anyone?

Yes, Courtney,
and she freaked.

She said we had to
get his videos
or we'd go to jail.

She told me to tell Jim
to meet Arturo
at the paint factory.

Just tell him
some story that
there were squatters there,

and they needed
to register.

Jim didn't want to go,
so Courtney called him.

What did you do?

Courtney told me
to meet Arturo
at Jim's place.

He called and told me
how to get into
Jim's place,

and where to find
these memory cards.

Did Arturo tell you
he killed Jim?

No.

But I didn't know
anything about it

until the cops showed up
at the Rights Alliance.

Marissa, unless
you tell us everything...

I am!

I don't know anything
about this murder.

I swear.

So, what, the chemical
from the paint factory
was on my shoes?

I was picketing there
six months ago.

As far as Marissa saying
that I called her
about Landy's videos?

She's lying.

I called her 'cause I'm...

I wanted to hit that.

We also have you
picking up Landy's videos
the day after his murder.

You know dumping
Landy's body,

making us think
it was some
anti-government nut,

that put us
off the trail for
maybe five minutes.

But now you're
in our crosshairs.

Either you roll on Courtney,
or you take the weight
for everything.

No, see, you got nothing.

Just proof I picked up
some dead guy's videos,

which I paid for.

You want to nail me for that,

go crazy.

He dodged the security cameras
on the ferries and bridges.

What about his
cell phone call to Marissa,

tell me it bounced off
a tower on Staten Island.

No, Brooklyn.
He was already
across the bridge.

But this is weird.

Ramirez made 26 calls
in the last six months

from a location near JFK,

always on Tuesdays
and Thursdays,

and always
in the early evening.

Calls to who?

Different people.
It's the pattern
that sticks out.

Pinpoint the exact location.
If it's inside
the JFK's security ring,

there'll be video.

All the calls
were made in proximity to
the Vanguard Airport Hotel.

Here is Mr. Ramirez
sitting behind the wheel,

on October 2, 5:29 p.m.

What's he doing there?

Stay tuned.

Davis Webb.

And this was
a minute later.

Courtney Owens.

The front desk said that
she and Mr. Webb
have been regulars

twice a week for
the past eight months.

An affair,
just what this case needed.

It appears to be over.

The front desk said
they stopped coming
six weeks ago.

Six weeks is when
Courtney's husband

started taking money
out of the Rights Alliance.

Right. I don't think
he was taking it

so much as someone
was giving it to him
to keep his mouth shut.

Courtney's husband
found out about the affair.

Webb paid him off with
the Rights Alliance money,

found him a cushy job.

Webb's married.
The head of
a national organization,

a guy with
political ambitions.

So, this is the real scandal
they were afraid
Landy's video would unravel.

They killed him to cover-up
the cover-up of their affair.

Just how many layers
does this onion have?

It all comes down
to Davis Webb.

He had the most to lose.

Ramirez was his gofer.

If anyone gave the order
to get rid of Landy,
it's Webb.

Then what are you
waiting for?

If you have
the evidence,
charge him.

I see.

And what's with our
favorite Patriot Ranger?

Ganz is refusing
to post bail,

and his lawyer keeps
squawking about
malicious prosecution.

Despite the fact
that his client
lied to the police

and destroyed evidence.

There's the problem
right there.

If you can argue
Ganz is the killer
one minute,

and Webb the next,
so can they.

They can point
at each other

and create
reasonable doubt.

Oh, that's great,
more good news.

Davis Webb on behalf
of the Rights Alliance

just hit us with
a motion to suppress.

Deal with it.
I have to attend a panel
on violent crime.

It would be nice
if we were solving it

instead of just
talking about it.

In 2008, New York City
was the safest
big city in the nation.

There are still areas
where we can do better.

And with your help, we will.

I have time
for a few questions.

Yeah?

I would like you to address
your office's naked contempt
for the Rights Alliance.

You've arrested
two employees,
you're harassing others.

We have no such contempt.

I've worked with
the Rights Alliance
in the past and hope to again.

Lies!

You're letting socialist scum
get away with murder

while an innocent patriot
rots in jail.

I won't comment
on an ongoing investigation.

You're just going to
stand there and tell us

you don't owe any of us
an explanation?

You're the one that
should be investigated.

- Thanks for your time.
- Tyrant!

Free Jerry! Free Jerry!

No Justice, no peace!
No Justice, no peace!

I was like a corncob
in a pigsty.

They all wanted
a piece of me.

Oh, don't tell me
you're afraid of a little
democracy in action.

I wouldn't have
minded it so much

if it wasn't all
our own damn fault.

We're twisting
in the wind with
multiple suspects.

And the police haven't
closed the loop on anyone.

I don't decide who
to prosecute, you do.

You have to set the table
for us, Lieutenant.

That's how this works.

I'm going to tell you
exactly how this works,
Mr. McCoy.

You and your whole office...

I have to get back.

I didn't tell Marissa
to call Jim.
I didn't tell her anything.

She's lying.

She's a desperate girl.

We have the tape
of your call to Jim,

the one where you
told him to meet Arturo.

To meet him in SoHo,
to drop off
his registration forms.

He never showed up.
That's why I sent
Marissa to his apartment.

But you said
you never talked to Jim.

I remembered the call
after I spoke to you.

I didn't think it mattered.

Look, Mrs. Owens,
we get that killing
Landy wasn't your idea.

We get that you want
to protect Davis Webb.

I'm not protecting
anybody.

This whole mess
is going to fall
on you or on Mr. Webb.

That affair is over.

I'm back with
my husband now.

I'm not protecting
Davis Webb.

I have no reason to.

Give me and Mrs. Owens
a second.

Mrs. Owens,
when my detectives came

to pick you up
at from your office,

had you just come
from some special occasion?

No.

Were you going
somewhere special
after work?

No. Just home.

Just home
to your husband?

Well, he has a dinner
with clients.

And these, uh...

These stockings
you're wearing...

They're not your
everyday gear, are they?

I don't know. I...

They're expensive.

They're sexy.

You're still seeing him,
aren't you?

Davis Webb?

No, that's over.
It was nothing.

You're still
in love with him.

What kind of promises
did he make you?

He say he was
going to leave his wife?

He says he just needs
a little more time.

Don't give me that look.

You don't know
how it is with us, okay?

Well...

I'll tell you what I do know.

When this is done,

you'll be in jail,
he'll be with her.

No, he won't.

Davis loves me.

If it comes to that,
he'll stand by me.

I know it.

Then prove it.

Prove it to yourself.

You know, whatever
you needed to tell me

it could've waited
until we met at the hotel.

We can't go on
like this, Davis.

Not with Marissa
and Arturo still in jail...

The Rights Alliance is
covering their legal expenses.

The case against them
is garbage.

They'll be okay.

I'm just really scared.

Everything's going to
blow over, I promise.

When it does,

do you think
we can finally
get that place together?

Down the line? Absolutely.

I just want the kids
out of the house first.

They're saying...

They're telling me
that you told Arturo
to kill Jim.

I don't want to believe it.

Don't believe it.
It's a lie.

Why did he do it?

You know Arturo.
He's a loose cannon.

Well, you must have
told him something.

I told him we had a problem
that needed to be cleaned up,

and he had to do
what was needed.

Do what was needed?

How could you tell
a guy like Arturo that?

What does it matter?

Arturo knows
how to keep his mouth shut.

Come here.

I'll meet you
at the hotel.

What does it matter?

Arturo knows
how to keep his mouth shut.

Come here.

I'll meet you at the hotel.

Here's what
happens next, Mr. Webb.

My detectives
and Ms. Rubirosa are
meeting with Arturo Ramirez.

They'll play him this tape,
especially the parts
where you implicate him.

Loyal as he is, my guess,
he won't take it well.

Whoever sings first,
Mr. Webb,
gets the nicer cage.

Twenty years
I spent building
this organization.

What was I
supposed to do?
Let some right-wing hack...

Come in.

Mr. McCoy.

What can I do for you?

You've already done a lot.

We have pleas
from Davis Webb
and Arturo Ramirez.

Deals for Courtney Owens

and Marissa Rumstead
are already in the works.

And Jerry Ganz
has agreed to
five years probation

on charges of robbery
and obstruction.

A fair day's work.

Lieutenant,

I'm sorry I suggested

you and your detectives had
let me down in any way.

I was wrong.

Apology accepted.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Okay, I'll be right down.

That's my ride.

Frank, I don't know
if I'm going to make it.

Shh.

It's going to be
all right.

It's going to be
all right.