"[Anguished pants]" "[Excited shouts]" "[Man] This way!" "[Woman groans]" "[Man] Come join the party!" "[Woman cries]" "Please!" "Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Hey!" "Caucasian female, no ID." "The carnival in town?" "[Flack] It's a renegade street party." "Since the City limited public gatherings, they've been popping up." "She's a little overdressed for the occasion." "Ballerina on stilts over there said she just wandered over to him." "Dropped." "No idea where she came from." "–What time did the party start?" "–[Flack] Midnight." "We're taking statements." "So far, no one saw anything suspicious." "Multiple lacerations to the face and skull." "COD appears to be blunt force trauma." "Looks like she left us some clues." "[Mac] And they're deadly." "[♪ The Who:" "Baba O'Riley]" "♪ Out here in the fields" "♪ I fight for my meals" "♪ I get my back into my living" "♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪" "[sirens wail]" "[Camera clicks]" "Hey, Mac, I got some kind of plastic shards here." "I'm not sure what they are." "Danny, the City's got a streaming surveillance camera near here, corner of Hogan and Lafayette." "[Danny] I'll go check that out." "There's some bloody tissue on our vic's bracelet." "[Mac] No defensive wounds on her hands or wrists." "Canvass found the vic's wallet in a storm drain around the corner." "There's a photo ID inside." "Name is Ann Steele." "Her BlackBerry was found a couple of feet away." "[Stella] Ostrich skin, pretty pricey." "Corporate jet access card, board member of the Manhattan Conservatory," "Scorpion Room VIP." "Key card for Wickfield Condominiums." "Sounds like a real mover and a shaker." "–No cash or credit cards." "–Could have just found our motive." "Why toss the BlackBerry?" "The wallet?" "Expensive items." "Maybe he's just plain stupid." "I'll flag the credit cards." "[Stella] Found her business card." ""Ann Steele, Consultant"." "There's nothing listed in her calendar for last night." "What?" "What is it?" "Chief Sinclair." "The last call was to him two hours before she died." "Hey, what are you doing in here?" "Stop!" "Get me security!" "We searched every office and floor." "No sign of an intruder." "I want someone posted at every exit." "–Done." "–Any idea how he got in?" "Security said he flashed a badge and claimed he had to ID a body." "–What kind of badge?" "–He didn't get a good look at it." "He's already been replaced." "Sid, you have a description?" "Uh, Caucasian, around six feet tall, black jeans, black shoes, he was wearing a hoodie, so I didn't get a clear look at a face." "He had on a pair of surgical gloves." "Means no fingerprints." "Any idea what he was doing in here?" "He was hovering around the body when I came in." "[Adam] I got a shoe print." "I had already sent Steele's clothes and belongings upstairs, so unless he was into necrophilia, your guess is as good as mine." "OK." "We get an image of the intruder on surveillance?" "No, he deliberately turned his back toward the camera." "That didn't raise suspicions with the security cop on duty?" "He's not a cop, Mac." "He's one of those private hires." "The guy's basically just a warm body with a badge." "Pulling experienced NYPD officers off posts and replacing them with undertrained civilians." "I'd like to smack the bureaucrat who came up with that brilliant idea." "That would be me, Detective Taylor." "Chief Sinclair." "Go on, you were just saying?" "[Mobile rings]" "Look, Chief, I know the City's having a few fiscal problems..." "A $4 billion deficit is more than a problem." "It's a crisis." "Hey, Mac." "Got some activity on Ann Steele's credit card." "Chief." "Ann Steele." "The Mayor called me at 17:00 this morning when he got word." "He wants this case moved to the top of the pile." "Is that why you're here?" "Tell me how to do my job?" "I heard you had a break-in this morning." "That's why I came by." "If lab security hadn't been farmed out to the lowest bidder, you might've saved yourself a trip." "For every NYPD salary we no longer pay, we can hire three new civilians." "You do the math, Detective." "The phrase is "bottom line"." "Three people for one." "If lab security is vulnerable, all evidence we process can be called into question." "–What's the bottom line on that?" "–I understand your frustration." "I get orders from the top, just like you." "I don't have to like them." "I just have to make them happen." ""Do more with less"." "Seems you tell me that every year." "Yet every year, you seem to accomplish it." "In the next few weeks, you'll receive recommendations for additional budget cuts." "–Chief, I don't..." "–It's the new reality, Taylor." "Get used to it." "Now what can you tell me about this... this intruder?" "I'm more interested in what you can tell me." "About the victim." "This is Ann Steele's cellphone." "She called you two hours before her death." "What was that about?" "She left a message saying she had a parking ticket she needed taken care of." "So you knew her?" "Your email address is also in here." "We shook hands at a press conference, a couple of charity auctions." "She earned her living by making connections." "A man like you would be a great resource to a woman like that." "Trust me." "Ann had access to people a lot more powerful than me." "Her business card said she was a consultant." "A pretty generic title considering the company she kept." "Any idea what type of consultant she was?" "Rumour is she fixed problems." "Made things go away." "I take it we're not talking overdue tax returns." "Why don't you stick to the science on this, Mac?" "I'll take care of the politics." "Why do I get the feeling you know more than you're telling me." "Because you're a cop." "Just remember, I'm your boss." "The tissue from the vic's bracelet is a kind of synthetic polymer." "It isn't human." "The hair I found on her nylons is." "Results are female." "Not a match." "Maybe a random hair from the party?" "The hair was enmeshed in her nylon." "I'm thinking close physical contact." "We got a hit on Ann's platinum card." "Someone used it to buy an amplifier." "Have Adam analyse that polymer." "We know what it isn't, let's find out what it is." "[Hip-hop music]" "OK, folks, show's over." "Give me these." "–Hey, I'm in the middle of my thing." "–So are we." "Homicide investigation." "[Stella] Do you know this woman?" "I've never seen her." "–How did you get her credit card?" "–I didn't." "You used it to buy that amp at Conran Electronics." "You were stupid and forgot your business card." "–Hey, hey, what are you doing?" "–Woman in that picture?" "She's dead." "Just cos I used someone's card, doesn't make me a murderer." "It does make you guilty of grand larceny." "OK, I..." "I found the card in the street." "–Which street?" "–Downtown." "I was at some party." "That lady dropped dead." "Everyone freaked." "I took off." "Found the card on my way home." "Why did you leave?" "My skates were giving me a blister." "Where were you before the party, Mr Scissorhands?" "Just before midnight." "I was on the six train from Astor Place." "–Anyone who can confirm that?" "–Zach Rosenthal." "We took the train to the party together." "Stilt-walking ballerina." "I never thought I'd say this, but I got some hot Hula Hoop action!" "I thought the murder happened before the party?" "Right." "–There's Ann Steele." "–Yeah." "OK." "Let's go back to the crime." "Time code puts it at 11:55." "Right around the time of the murder." "The newspaper dispenser where the vic was killed is over here." "–All I see is a parked van." "–And the scene is behind the van." "So much for Big Brother." "Hang on." "There's a light in that building across the street." "I'm going in." "It's a woman and she's facing the direction of the scene." "In fact, she's staring right at it." "We just caught an eyewitness." "[Man] I can't remember her name." "I was pretty loaded last night." "Did you hear anything unusual— running, screaming, around midnight?" "No, nothing." "What's this about?" "What about your friend?" "–Did she mention seeing anything?" "–Not that I remember." "–Where did you meet?" "–At a bar." "–[Danny] Bar?" "Which bar?" "–Blue Tail, I think." "Where did you get this photo?" "Why are you looking for her?" "–She might have witnessed a crime." "–What kind of crime?" "We're asking the questions." "What time did she leave?" "Around 12:30." "I don't know." "I passed out." "Do me a favour." "You hear from her, tell her we want to talk to her." "–No problem." "–Thanks." "I'll pop by the Blue Tail, see if anyone recognises her." "Hey!" "Sheldon." "Greg Pullman." "Where have you been, man?" "Holed up in a bunker with no cellphone service?" "My law firm thinks less than 80 hours is slouching." "How about you?" "You still at the Medical Examiner's Office?" "–I moved to the Crime Scene Unit." "–Oh, you're an authority figure now?" "–Hey, you on the Ann Steele case?" "–Yeah." "You know about her?" "She got a client of ours busted for extortion." "We call her the female Pelicano." "Us lab rats never knew how important she was." "Not important, but powerful." "You get your hands on her files, you would be set for life." "Or maybe you already have?" "–I can't talk about an active case." "–Yeah, right." "When this is over, I got some stories for you." "The woman had her fingers in lots of pies." "My old man's included." "Lowell?" "Wow." "How's he doing?" "He had a bypass last year, but you know him." "He was up chasing nurses in a week!" "–Will you tell him I said hello?" "–I will." "I will." "–It was good seeing you, Greg." "–You too." "Take care." "Hey!" "Yeah, I had a trial scheduled tomorrow, but they settled." "Wouldn't hurt to celebrate." "Why don't we hit a bar?" "You look in the mirror lately?" "We're not in college any more." "We won't do a thing you can't clear us of." "Let's just go have a drink like old times." "–All right." "–All right." "–Tanner's at 8:00." "–Tanner's." "–I'll see you there." "–OK." "Tell your boss I don't care how much money he makes or what his title is." "If I come across evidence of criminal activity, I'm gonna act on it." "Bye." "–Can I interrupt?" "–This phone has not stopped ringing!" "Anyone Ann Steele ever laid eyes on is calling to see what we got." "–A lot of people are nervous." "–What do you have?" "No luck finding the witness in the window." "I spoke to the bartender and employees at the Blue Tail Bar." "No one recognised her or Trevor Jones." "She didn't just vanish." "We have her on camera." "–Someone had to see her." "–We're canvassing the area." "–I'll keep you posted." "–All right." "[Phone rings]" "I got a CODIS hit on the hair I found in Ann Steele's nylons." "Belonged to a Jan Fowler." "Seventeen." "–We have an address?" "–No." "She's been in the Connecticut Missing Persons database for two years." "And there's more." "Connecticut PD had no leads on Jan Fowler's whereabouts, so since the hair I found on the vic's nylons is all we have," "I did an isotopic breakdown on it." "Proportions of hydrogen and oxygen isotopes in her hair indicates she's been living in Boston." "So I contacted Boston PD." "I told them she was a lead suspect in a homicide." "They faxed me this." "–She died of a drug overdose?" "–Over a year ago." "How did a dead woman's hair get on Ann Steele's nylons?" "–Hey, have you seen Mac?" "–Not recently." "Why?" "I got an ID on the footprint from the autopsy room." "Intruder wore a size ten Nike Air, black." "–No trace or DNA." "–Great." "I'll pass it on." "Oh, you have a..." "It was an eyelash." "OK, you know the synthetic polymer you extracted from Ann Steele's bracelet?" "Well, I-I magnified it 400 times." "Tell me what you see." "I see some kind of liquid in between the cellular structure." "–It's cholesterol." "–An oil." "Naturally occurring." "So, we have stratified cells suspended in an oily matrix." "–It's skin." "–But the cells have no nuclei." "It's not just any skin." "It's synthetic skin." "In fact, it's high-grade, Japanese silicone skin." "They use it to protect keyboards and electronic devices from scratches." "Why was it on our vic's bracelet?" "I mean, I-I-I can..." "I can figure that out." "I got some kind of plastic shards." "I'm not sure what they are." "[Danny] Looks like the top of a lipstick tube." "That's what I thought." "It's a flash drive cover." "I got the specs from the manufacturer." "64 gigabytes of storage capacity." "That's bigger than my old laptop." "This is just the cover." "But where's the drive?" "It wasn't recovered at the scene or on the vic." "Ann Steele was a fixer." "Maybe the information on the drive is linked with her murder?" "Or the break-in at the ME's office." "–Someone out there's looking for it." "–Well, we need to find it first." "–I'll check out her apartment." "–All right." "[Danny] Ann Steele's apartment should be around this corner." "What is this?" "No super to greet us?" "With this kind of money, they're not called supers, they're concierges." "–Oh, yeah?" "–And they use key cards." "[Glass shatters inside]" "Did you hear that?" "[Flack] NYPD." "Where you going?" "–[Danny] Don't move." "–You got him?" "Anthony Martino, Private Investigator." "Private investigator, huh?" "Martino, I see you were on the force for six years before you became a PI." "Why did you leave?" "Drugs?" "Gambling?" "Money." "When was the last time you looked at your pay cheque?" "Nice dogs you got there." "What are those, Nike Airs?" "I'm gonna guess." "Size 10?" "This is NYC." "A lot of guys wear these." "Most guys weren't burglarising a dead woman's home." "Unoccupied dwelling, Detective." "–Right." "–Most I'll get is Burglary Three." "That'll get pled down to criminal trespassing." "Times two." "The sneakers will tie you to the break in at the ME's office." "Should wear bootees next time." "–I'll take note of that." "–What were you looking for?" "–Your sister." "–Oh!" "That's funny." "I don't have a sister." "Let me rephrase the question for you." "Who are you working for?" "People." "Yo!" "People who?" "People who'll make sure I don't do any time for this." "The man who ransacked Ann Steele's apartment is the same man we found nosing around our autopsy lab." "His name's Anthony Martino." "He's a PI and former NYPD." "Yeah." "Martino." "He's a bottom feeder." "He tell you what he was after?" "Someone's payroll is keeping him quiet." "We think he wanted Ann Steele's flash drive." "Since he couldn't find it the first time, he broke into her apartment hoping he'd have better luck there." "That's just it." "He didn't break in." "He used an access card." "So far, he's bypassed security in two different buildings, and managed to evade surveillance." "You're thinking there's an inside connect." "Someone high up has to be pulling the strings." "Last year, that sexual harassment case against you went away overnight, like it never happened." "You be careful, Taylor." "Don't make accusations you can't back." "Steele fix that for you?" "Your name is in her BlackBerry." "It was a false accusation." "I have kids, a good marriage." "–Things worth protecting." "–You didn't answer my question." "I don't have to!" "You saw the names on her contact list." "Any one of them could have been behind this." "If that flash drive falls in the wrong hands, it'll cause more fallout than you can handle, Mac." "Adam, you wanted to see us?" "Jan Fowler's dead, right?" "–Right." "–Right." "So, I started wondering how a dead woman's hair could cross state lines and end up on Ann Steele's nylons." "I looked up the mortuary in Boston that assessed her body..." "I thought you were working on the silicone found on Steele's bracelet?" "I-I am." "I-I was, but I think it all ties in together." "Take a look." "[Adam] This mortuary was under investigation for selling body parts." "–Among other things, they sold..." "–Human hair." "There were two places in New York that they were doing business with." "I found this link to one of them." "[Woman] Ever wondered what it would be like to find the perfect woman?" "Welcome to the world of high-end designer dolls." "Hey, girl." "What's your sign?" "Now, our clientele are mostly single men who want female companionship without the complications of a human relationship." "–A typical doll runs around $6·000." "–Well, we're looking for..." "We've got 10 different female body types and 16 faces." "Not to mention skin tone, eye colour, make-up." "–We're interested in hair." "–We have every colour." "All shades and styles." "What we need is a list of clients that bought dolls with blonde hair." "–Your customer list." "–We've got over 4·000 of them." "And it's because of the skin." "It's almost like the real thing." "Since 2007, we've been using this incredible new material... –Japanese silicone." "–Yes!" "How about we narrow down your list?" "Exactly." "Blonde dolls with Japanese silicone skin sold in New York City." "There's a confidentiality issue." "Most of our clients are quite secretive about their dolls." "That's why God created warrants." "[♪ Ella Fitzgerald:" "Tea For Two]" "♪ Picture you upon my knee ♪" "♪ Tea for two ♪" "–I know what you're thinking." "–[Lindsay] What?" "That I have carnal relations with them." "No, I wasn't... thinking that." "Well, I-I don't." "I was raised to be a gentleman." "So... this is Akiko, Vanessa and Melody." "She's new to our family." "Ladies." "When I come home from a hard day, they're always here for me." "They give me a sense of comfort that I've never been quite able to achieve with a human female." "We're not here to pass judgment." "[Flack] We're after a blonde doll." "The company that makes these said you bought one a year ago." "Tiffany, she had a bit of an attitude problem, so I-I found her a new home." "–Where?" "–On the internet." "There's a site for doll devotees." "We trade grooming tips, first date stories, even dolls." "Who did you trade with?" "I don't recall his name, but he took Tiffany and gave me lovely Melody in return." "She's a much better fit for us." "Although she doesn't really like to watch TV." "We're going to need your computer." "Maybe there's an online record." "OK." "You know what?" "Mr Gorem, we also need to borrow Melody." "Uh, b-b-borrow her?" "It's possible that she's carrying DNA from her previous owner." "If you can't remember his name, we'll need to take her and do a few tests." "–Tests?" "Where?" "–At our lab." "Can I at least come with her?" "She is very fragile." "Don't worry." "We'll be gentle." "–Wow!" "–Thanks." "OK, how weird was that?" "There's no way that one of these can replace a real woman." "Oh, I don't know, Linds." "They're not bad looking." "Think of all the money a guy could save on dinner." "[Shouts] A doll?" "I could understand if you dumped me for a real woman, but a piece of plastic?" "What does she have that I don't have, huh?" "Forgive my wife." "She's not well." "I'm gonna to get you for that, Monroe!" "Big time." "A city of 12 million, and people need mannequins to keep them company." "What does that say about where we are as a species?" "I don't know." "I'm still trying to wrap my head around this removable tongue." "I've got a print." "–Whoa!" "–Hey, what's up, Adam?" "N-n-nothing, I-I..." "I'm wondering if you guys need some swabs or something." "No, I think we got it all under control here, Adam, thanks." "God, she's so..." "I mean, I've never seen one in real life before." "It's so... realistic." "–Can I touch her?" "–Adam!" "Oh!" "I'm going." "Red hair." "We're almost finished, Melody." "Done." "[Computer beeps]" "Hey, I got a match on the print." "Belongs to a Trevor Jones." "He works for the Attorney General's office." "By day." "Trades dolls by night." "Talk about a secret life!" "Wait a minute." "Isn't he the guy that Danny and Flack talked to?" "Right, the blonde mystery witness was looking out of his window at the time of the murder." "What kind of a person sees a murder and doesn't come forward?" "One without a voice." "–[Flack] Miss us?" "–You can't barge in with no warrant!" "–Oh, look what I got!" "–Where's your girlfriend, Trev?" "–What girlfriend?" "–The rubber one." "Danny!" "Silicone." "–Sorry, silicone." "–[Trev] What's this all about?" "[Policeman] Detectives." "[Danny] This is what it's about!" "It's not what you think, all right?" "Some of the guys at work got her for me as a joke." "[Flack] Right." "She's been under your bed collecting dust ever since." "Oh, I think we just found our mystery witness." "[Policeman] Here we go." "[Police radio]" "–[Flack] It's her all right." "–She's my property!" "Now she's ours." "Why take her?" "What does she have to do with this?" "If the hair and silicone match, it puts the victim in your apartment." "–So?" "–You told us you had never met Ann." "That means you lied." "We'll take a ride downtown and talk about this." "See, that's why boys shouldn't play with dolls." "I know that story!" "Here's to old times." "Ooh!" "And to that brunette at two o'clock!" "–Man, you haven't changed a bit." "–Sure I have." "Now I could afford to buy her a drink... and a Mercedes!" "You're doing all right." "They put you on this Ann Steele case." "Why keep bringing her up?" "Yeah, I'm sorry." "I should have told you earlier." "The old man, screwed up bad a few months back." "He tried to push money around and got mixed up in this bribery scandal." "Ann Steele mopped up the mess." "OK, so what's the problem?" "She kept all her client's files on flash drives." "Had more than enough to bury my old man." "–Why are you telling me?" "–I guess I have to put it out there." "If you happen to come across any evidence that's tied to my dad, he would appreciate your discretion." "And your help." "Bumping into you outside my office, that wasn't an accident?" "I didn't know where else to turn." "You just have to delete any information pertaining to him." "I don't have to do anything." "It's not linked to Steele's murder." "It doesn't matter!" "It's tampering with evidence and I can't do that." "Legally, no." "But morally..." "You remember that scholarship you got?" "Yeah, what about it?" "It was donated to the school on your behalf by my father." "Lowell paid my tuition?" "He wanted to do it." "He thought you were headed for great things." "You know what?" "He was right." "He was happy to be there for you when you needed help, and now, it's your turn to do the same." "I don't like how this is sounding, Greg." "Now, if it's true, I appreciate what your father did for me." "But that was his decision, not mine." "I don't owe him anything." "Hey, Sheldon!" "Remember her?" "No, you were drunk..." "Right." "Were you drunk when you killed her, or you sober up by then?" "–I don't recognise her." "–Her name is Ann Steele." "Hair we found on her nylon is a match to your little doll." "The silicone on her bracelet, also a match to your doll." "I was drunk." "I didn't remember her face." "Tell us what you do remember." "All right, I met her at a bar, took her back to my apartment." "We were in the living room, fooling around." "She asked if I could get us some wine." "When I came back, I couldn't find her." "Who the hell is that?" "I-I can explain." "It's..." "See, it's just a doll." "–God, you're some kind of freak." "–No, I can explain." "–I'm out of here, pervert!" "–Wait a minute, wait!" "I swear, that was the last I saw of her." "You just let her go, taking your kinky secret with her?" "That's my story." "I'm sure the jury will be just as entertained as we were." "Hey, if you play your cards right, you might be able to swing conjugal visits with Tiffany." "You can prove this woman was in my apartment, but not that I killed her." "–You don't have enough to arrest me." "–Not yet." "–Have a good night." "–You got it." "[Man] Come on, let's get out of here." "[Man] Run!" "Go, go!" "Trevor Jones just walked." "Wow!" "What the hell happened?" "–A couple of guys jumped me." "–What do you mean?" "What guys?" "I'm trying to find out." "–Were they after your wallet?" "–I'll fill you in later." "What happened with Jones?" "Well, we got no blood, nothing to tie him to the actual murder." "What about Steele's flash drive?" "That's as good a connection as any." "There was no sign of it." "I checked everywhere." "Twice." "Well, if it was worth killing over, I doubt he would've dumped it." "Huh?" "So the question is, where do you hide something that valuable?" "Maybe someplace you thought no one would ever look." "[♪ The Glass:" "Come Alive]" "♪ Always want to take it back Can't ever hold on to that" "♪ Get it from those gangster trips And you are on your way now" "♪ On the move, you never slack That's the way, crack attack" "♪ Faster than a Randy cat And you are on your way" "♪ Come alive, come alive" "♪ Come alive, come alive" "♪ Come alive, come alive" "♪ Come alive, come alive" "♪ Lost in a state of panic Runs around, static" "♪ Just to laugh, not a habit You are on your way now" "♪ On and on till it's gone Go and get another one" "♪ I think that you lied to yourself Nothing left to say" "♪ Come alive, come alive" "Mac, I found the flash drive in the doll confiscated from Trevor Jones." "From the looks of you, she put up a hell of a fight!" "Yeah, the damn wall at the gym got in my way." "–You got anything we can use?" "–Jones' prints." "Steele's blood." "She downloaded information off his computer." "When he found out about it, he killed her for it." "A few tabloid editors would too." "Sexual allegations, bribery, blackmail." "You name it, Steele was into it." "No need to remind you what you saw stays between us?" "–No worries." "I got your back." "–I got yours." "Tell me about that wall that hit you." "OK." "A so-called friend wanted me to mess with that flash drive, and I refused." "His dad helped me in med school." "He felt I owed him." "I could have given him what he wanted." "It wouldn't have affected the case, but I didn't do it." "I just couldn't." "You didn't have to tell me that, Sheldon, but thanks." "You killed Ann Steele for her flash drive." "She said that was lipstick." "We found files on it pertaining to the Attorney General's office... files she stole from your computer." "She didn't know who I worked for." "She came onto me in a random bar." "She needed access to your computer." "She knew exactly who you worked for." "She played you, Trevor." "No, it wasn't like that." "–What are you doing?" "–I dropped my lipstick." "–Let me help you." "–No, I see it, I see it." "I didn't touch her." "You didn't wonder what she had been doing?" "After she left, you didn't notice that your computer was on?" "That files had been breeched?" "You didn't chase her down and bash her head to retrieve what she took?" "No." "–Give me the flash drive." "–No." "Hey, give it to me." "Give it to me!" "[Steele groans]" "–You didn't do any of that?" "–No, I didn't." "Then, how do you explain that your prints and the victim's blood are all over her flash drive?" "Maybe I picked it up." "Yeah, I-I think I picked it up." "The blood is under your prints and the only way that could have happened is if you killed her!" "You may think I'm a monster... but when I got home and I read the files on Ann Steele's flash drive," "I realised who the real monsters in this city are." "They're the people sitting in the boardrooms... running the courts, riding in the ticker tape parades." "What are you gonna do about them?" "They didn't commit murder, Trevor." "You did." "[Hawkes] Pullman!" "–You look terrible." "What happened?" "–Save it." "I know it was you." "The next time you hire thugs, make sure they don't have records." "We've picked one up." "He's flipping on you as we speak." "–You said you had something for me." "–For your dad." "Wasn't the payback I was hoping for." "You find the flash drive?" "I read all about your father and all he did to win construction bids— extortion, bribes, threats, and to think I looked up to him." "Spare me the morality lecture." "What are doing with the information?" "I put it where you can't get your hands on it." "You gotta be kidding." "You're kidding me, right?" "What do you want?" "You want money?" "Is that it?" "Just make sure you give your dad that cheque before you get hauled off to jail." "I heard you broke the case." "My guess is, you didn't come all the way down here to congratulate me." "I'd like to take a look at that flash drive." "It's on its way to the evidence warehouse." "You don't waste any time." "Since security at this lab is now in question," "I thought it'd be safer off site..." "for everyone concerned." "If there's something on your mind, say it straight, Mac." "You lied to me, Chief." "You said that sexual harassment charge was false." "I also told you not to make accusations you can't back." "Your file is on that flash drive." "You paid Ann Steele $25·000 to keep that woman quiet." "Because I didn't want it tried in the court of public opinion." "It would come down to her word against mine." "Innocence and guilt don't matter." "Suspicion is enough." "At the time, I thought I had something worth protecting... my marriage." "At the time?" "When that flash drive disappeared, I panicked." "I knew the fact I had paid Steele would make it look like I was guilty, but I wasn't." "You told your wife." "She's leaving me, Mac." "When I think back on it, she hasn't been happy for a long time." "She was just looking for an excuse." "Something to allow her to go." "And then, I handed it right to her." "I'm sorry, Brigham."