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So, Kenny,
Mommy taking you to the snake farm today? / Uh-huh.
He's been wanting to go for weeks.
Has Kenny been treated at any other clinics?
Not since we've been in Bangkok.
Why? Is there...
I need to retest something,
and in the meantime, we will switch his prescription.
Pete, he's overreacting.
These local pharmacies...
Yes. I have it. I'll have it analyzed in New York.
I'm getting on the plane now.
What about our Thai distributors?
They don't know anything.
If we're going to get a grip on this, we need Buchanan.
That won't be easy.
ERIC DUNLOW Assistant to Mr.Buchanan Perkins School of Business
Just got a lot easier.
Eric Dunlow?
Clay Sherwood.
Perkins. Class of '99. You work for Buchanan?
Yeah. Just came on board this summer. You?
District Sales Manager, Southeast Asia.
Listen. I'm in from Bangkok.
I've got the night off. You wanna grab dinner?
I'll put in for it.
Sure. That'd be great.
It's just such an uptight company.
Well, you know.
When they transferred me to Thailand...
Have you been?
No.
It's exotic.
Between the lifestyle, the girls...
I lost it.
My wife left,
went back to her parents in Jersey...
I'm sorry.
I gotta make things right, Eric.
I need to be transferred back here.
I shouldn't be talking about this in public.
You live around here, don't you?
Clay, I'm not comfortable with this.
Without leverage, I don't get that transfer.
Look. My wife's got money.
Yes? This is Eric.
Oh, hey.
Uh, let me check.
Yeah.
Found it.
Sure. I can leave it there for you.
I won't. Don't worry.
Good night.
Another beer?
Yeah.
If you want.
But it's gettin' kinda late.
Look, Clay, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do you this favor.
It's too dicey.
I don't think you have a choice, Eric.
We need a firm guarantee this is happening.
I guarantee it's under control.
It took some persuasion,
but he's gonna help us.
I'd better finish packing.
Mr. Sherwood left instructions to take these to Air Thailand Cargo at J.F.K.
- Paperwork's all filled out. - All right.
What's he got in here? Bowling balls?
Hey, what's on your hand?
What is in there, man?
Oh! There's somebody in there!
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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2004/02/22
Torso's in the trunk. Legs are in the other.
Bags came from a room booked to a Clayton Sherwood.
The room is booked to his employer, Clarendon Pharmaceuticals.
The pieces add up to Mr. Sherwood?
Don't know. We're tracking down a photo I.D.
Sherwood told the front desk this morning he was checkin' out tonight.
Last time anyone saw him?
Room service at 3:00.
At 5:20, someone claiming to be him called from outside the hotel
to have the bags delivered to air cargo at J.F.K.
To be shipped where?
Bangkok. Where he worked.
The paperwork was typed up and ready to go.
Two new suitcases.
Maybe this beats traveling economy.
Ligature marks, thick ones, probably from a belt.
Three silk teddies.
Three bottles of perfume.
Three girlfriends?
And one platinum wedding band.
A tan line where his watch should be.
Looks like the body was drained of blood.
There's some spillage over here.
And the texture of this stain is gummier than the others.
I need this stain tested at the lab, please.
We got here before the maid did.
No blood evident.
Just what the leuco brought up.
Knife strikes in the tub. Sherwood was chopped up in here.
So the rest of the room...
It was like this?
Yes. No sign of a struggle.
No personal items left behind.
We're checkin' the garbage chute, Dumpsters.
These are carpet fibers.
The bowl was knocked over...
maybe in the struggle.
The perp put everything back in its place.
Not everything.
It's a broken stylus tip.
We need to find the electronic organizer this belongs to.
Got the safe open.
Somebody tried to pry it out of the cabinet.
Let's see what they were after.
Sherwood's passport.
Plane ticket. Itinerary.
Cash and traveler's checks.
And a watch.
An $8,000 watch.
He must've been worried it would be stolen.
Sherwood's itinerary has him staying here two nights.
He was leaving a day early.
Maybe he was worried he wouldn't make it out of Dodge in one piece.
Clarendon Pharmaceuticals Office Of Steve Johannsen 164 West 32nd Street Friday, February 13
Clay said he had personal reasons for leaving early.
I didn't pry.
How anyone could do this to another human being...
Mr. Sherwood was in town on business?
Uh, yes. He was our sales manager for Southeast Asia for blood products.
Who had he seen since he arrived?
Uh, me, Bernard Mailer... He's director of manufacturing.
I believe that's it.
We got a list of his calls from the hotel.
Do you recognize any of those numbers?
These are ours.
These could be his in-laws in Saddle River.
His wife's staying with them.
And he was staying in a hotel?
Bangkok didn't agree with Patsy.
She came back a few months ago.
What about these numbers in Bangkok?
That's ours. That's our office there.
And these three I don't recognize.
He called at all hours of the night.
Maybe to get their lingerie sizes.
Clay had a complicated personal life.
His wife could speak to that.
He said he was coming home to patch things up, but he...
God. I'm sorry.
He just didn't deserve this.
He said he wanted to patch things up, but...
We were supposed to go for dinner Wednesday,
but at the last minute, he said he had a business dinner...
someone at work, a college buddy.
His phone records show that he called you from the hotel Thursday around noon.
We had an appointment with a counselor that afternoon.
Clay's idea.
But he bailed again?
I told him it was his last chance.
He said he didn't care,
that he was going back to Bangkok...
that I could tell my family he didn't need their money.
But he said he wanted to come back into town?
He was sincere about reconciling?
Yes.
He even sounded desperate.
That's all he talked about? His wife?
And his girlfriends.
He said he was living it up in Bangkok.
No bull, Dunlow. He didn't say anything else?
No, Mr. Mailer.
I think he just wanted to let off some steam.
They found Sherwood's Palm Pilot.
It was swimming in five inches of soup in a hotel Dumpster.
No prints off the shipping forms or the suitcases.
Nothing from the hotel room.
He was desperate to reconcile with his wife.
He was scared. He was looking for a safe harbor.
But whatever was hanging over him,
it was resolved by the next day.
After his night out with a college buddy.
Well, Clarendon has a dozen employees who went to Perkins.
Eames. / A couple of them could've been there the same time as Sherwood.
Sure. We'll be right over.
The lab thinks the killer might've left a calling card.
We analyzed the bloodstain on the envelope.
We found the victim's D.N. A... mixed in with the D.N.A.
- Of other individuals. - Individuals?
More than one killer?
I'm running the data through the genotyper software now.
And I found this inside the envelope.
It's glass with green paper.
Origin unknown.
Here we go.
Oh, this is interesting.
Along with the victim's D.N.A., we might have as many as 10 other contributors.
When they make pharmaceutical blood products,
don't they sometimes pull the blood from multiple donors...
so that all the D.N.A. Is in the product?
Sure.
Could you test the envelope for D.N.A., and, uh, this?
Sherwood worked in the blood products division at Clarendon.
That piece of glass could be from a broken vial.
He's a salesman. Salesmen carry samples.
But a loose vial in an envelope?
It must be a very special sample,
maybe special enough to get Sherwood killed.
He told me he was staying until Friday.
He was hoping to get reassigned to the home office.
Did he get any calls or say he was expecting news?
No. Uh-uh.
This picture was taken north of Malibu, right?
- Perkins School is in Malibu. - Right.
Uh, that picture's actually closer to Catalina.
Perkins must be a real grind.
Not if you spend most of your time on the water.
Which you did?
Let me put it to you this way:
UCLA Med School used the sailing team as guinea pigs for a skin cancer study.
And that's where you met Sherwood, isn't it? On the sailing team?
The truth?
I didn't really know him.
Maybe we were at a few student functions together. / Hmm.
He told his wife you were old buddies.
Well, he played it that way.
He was working me so I'd put in a good word with my boss, Mr. Buchanan.
He is senior V.P. Of blood products.
You're an assistant.
Yes.
I took a few years off after Perkins to sail.
Well, Sherwood must've been in deep trouble to ask for your help.
I couldn't help him.
He'd gone around the bend in Bangkok.
That doesn't go over at Clarendon.
"Clotting factor eight."
Is this medication to clot blood?
It's for hemophiliacs.
Look. The vials. They have green labels.
All our blood products have green labels.
Excuse me.
The blood on the envelope in the suitcase...
It was gummier than the others?
It was clotting faster.
The lab found the same hemophilia drug
on the glass shard and in the blood drop.
Clotting factor eight.
- Derived from human plasma. - There are other kinds?
There's synthetic factor eight.
Clarendon's is called Hemovate.
It's safer than human plasma factor eight,
and Clarendon can charge more for it.
Well, they have synthetic in here, but I didn't see the other kind.
They phased out the plasma products in 2001.
I guess that would make it a special sample.
This P.D.R. From 2001. Clarendon Pharmaceuticals.
Here.
Human plasma, factor eight.
The vials have white labels,
and the synthetic...
have green labels.
Someone's passing off human plasma as synthetic.
Counterfeit medications?
My God. We had no idea.
Sherwood was involved?
The vial was in an envelope bearing his fingerprints.
Maybe he was about to blow the whistle?
He never said anything to us.
Maybe somebody else was about to blow the whistle,
and that's why he rushed home.
It's possible. Look,
we're caught unawares here.
Unawares?
Gentlemen, you don't want us finding out later that Clarendon covered up a scandal.
That's not how we do things at Clarendon.
We'll go through our records.
We will send you everything we find.
What did you find out from the embassy in Bangkok?
They have lovely fax cover sheets,
but nothing on Sherwood or any counterfeiting ring in Thailand.
If it was a Thai counterfeiting ring,
they would've killed Sherwood on their own turf,
where they have a better chance of getting away with it. / Eames.
Maybe they didn't trust him to keep his mouth shut till then.
We'll be right over. That was Forensics.
Sherwood's Palm Pilot is out of intensive care.
The phone book and text files are gone,
but his calendar is intact.
Well, try the murder date... last Thursday. / Mm-hmm.
That's the info for his flight back to Bangkok.
Try Wednesday.
His flight to New York.
Yeah, that icon...
There's a note attached to the entry.
K. Teasdale and Dr. Pirapan.
On the same day he changed flights.
That looks like a Bangkok phone number.
"253." That's... familiar.
Yeah. That's the same prefix as the U.S. Embassy.
Um, that acronym after Teasdale's name..."FODAG."
Food and Agriculture.
A government employee?
A Thai doctor and an embassy attache.
Throw in the girlfriends,
and Sherwood's life is sounding like a Graham Greene novel.
Yes. Got that. Thank you.
Our embassy attache, Kenny Teasdale?
He's eight years old.
It's his father who works for Food and Agriculture,
but the assistant said Kenny and his mom are here on medical leave.
They're staying at the Watson.
That's 67 th, right across from Sloan-Kettering Hospital.
I don't want anybody sitting on bad news, Steve.
We get the facts out...
That's how we protect the brand.
I understand, Gordon.
Yes, Eric?
I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
Well, that's why I keep the door open.
I wanted to tell you this before, Mr. Buchanan,
but you were out of town.
The police asked me about Sherwood,
and there's something I didn't tell them because I wanted to talk to you first.
Maybe you'd better close the door.
Dr. Pirapan is Kenny's doctor in Bangkok,
but we don't know anyone named Sherwood.
Dr. Pirapan's a pediatrician?
He specializes in hemophilia.
That's what Kenny has.
His medication is factor eight Hemovate,
manufactured by Clarendon?
He's taken it.
Do you have any with you?
My husband says I carry an emergency room with me,
but with Kenny...
How did you know he was taking Hemovate?
Mr. Sherwood worked for Clarendon in Thailand.
Green labels.
Where'd you buy this?
At a local pharmacy the embassy uses.
Why? Is there something wrong with it?
Probably not. Can I have this?
- Will you have enough? - Oh, you can have the whole box.
Dr. Pirapan switched Kenny off Hemovate last week.
Why's that?
Kenny's condition has changed.
He's gotten H.I.V.
We don't know how or when, but...
That's why we're here... to see what we can do.
I'm very sorry.
There's my little boy!
Mom!
It's these meds.
That's how the boy got it.
Sherwood and his friends are selling contaminated meds.
Tell you what.
Sherwood got off easy.
Even though they're labeled synthetic,
every one of those vials contained human plasma factor eight,
and every one of them was contaminated with H.I.V.
Aren't plasma donors screened for H.I.V.?
Yes, but it's not foolproof.
Clarendon would've treated its plasma with heat and detergents. / Hmm.
There was a problem in the manufacturing?
Probably.
Which is why Clarendon switched to synthetic factor eight.
It's safe from blood-borne diseases.
Any evidence Mr. Sherwood knew about the contamination?
Kenny's doctor in Bangkok
told the distributor he suspected factor eight was the source of the infection.
The distributor told us he alerted Sherwood.
Sherwood was on a plane to New York the next day.
Clarendon Pharmaceuticals Quality Control Office Bayonne, New Jersey Monday, February 23
Human plasma factor eight?
We switched to synthetic two years ago.
Maybe I should get one of our scientists up here to explain.
That's okay. We brought our own.
I found something.
November 8, 2001: Your logs indicate...
a malfunction was detected in one of the heat treatment ovens.
Sure. We shut down the production line.
How long had the oven been malfunctioning?
'Bout a week.
As a precaution, I ordered the previous two weeks'production scrapped,
incinerated at a disposal plant.
We'd like to see documentation.
You know, out of curiosity,
how much is it worth, two weeks of this factor eight?
Around $15 million.
All right. November, 2001.
The batch was shipped to our storage facility prior to disposal.
- This is the receipt. - And the receipt for the incinerator?
You just give the word, and $15 million goes up in smoke?
Now, the final authorization has to come from the head office...
from Gordon Buchanan, the senior V.P. Of blood products.
Problem?
- I can't find that receipt. - That go up in smoke too?
I didn't know there were any drugs needing to be destroyed.
I didn't even know there'd been a malfunction.
A little thing like that, and nobody told you.
No. No one told the boss that they'd made a $15 million mistake.
If they had, it would've registered, and I would've issued that authorization.
I hope so, because those drugs were contaminated with H.I.V.
Somebody relabeled the drugs and dumped 'em in Thailand.
Southeast Asia being an AIDS disaster area,
I guess they figured a thousand or so more cases wouldn't be noticed.
You look angry, Mr. Buchanan.
"Angry" doesn't come close to describing how I feel.
That this happened on my watch... I'm...
Those dopes.
You don't think Sherwood pulled this off on his own?
Maybe he could've shipped the drugs overseas,
but bypassing the disposal, getting 'em out of storage...
Eric, would you come in here, please?
There are some things my assistant didn't tell you when you spoke with him.
He wanted to run 'em by me first.
Eric, tell them what you told me about Sherwood.
It's all right. It's all right.
Sherwood...
offered me money to download a document I don't know what...
from a disk onto Mr. Buchanan's computer.
He said it would give him leverage for a transfer to the head office.
Where's the disk now?
I don't know.
I didn't take it. I turned him down.
Sherwood was trying to sandbag me.
By putting an incriminating document in your files
to force you to help with a cover-up.
Yeah.
Tell 'em the rest, Eric.
Um, the day after Sherwood was killed,
Mr. Mailer asked me what Sherwood and me talked about.
I lied.
I told them that we just talked about Sherwood's marriage.
In November, 2001, Mailer was manager of operations.
He would absolutely have known about any malfunctions.
Of course I knew the drugs were scheduled to be destroyed,
but if Buchanan never sent the authorization...
That doesn't explain how they ended up in Thailand.
You would have to ask Sherwood.
Ask Sherwood? You're a funny guy.
Mr. Mailer's simply explaining that
he had no knowledge of Mr. Sherwood's scheme.
How about Sherwood's dinner with Eric Dunlow?
What knowledge does he have about that?
Sherwood told Dr. Johannsen and me that he'd gotten in trouble over some
recycled clotting factor in Thailand.
He threatened us if we didn't help him.
He said he'd already dirtied up Buchanan and he'd do the same to us,
but we refused.
Very brave of you, but we would've preferred to hear this a week ago.
- You're hearing it now. - You have to understand.
We never connected this recycled clotting factor
with the batch that should've been destroyed two years ago.
Excuse us, gentlemen.
Sherwood said he had already compromised Buchanan,
that he'd take the whole division down unless we helped him.
Dr. Johannsen, it's incredible to me
that a salesman can transport $15 million dollars'
worth of medicine halfway around the world,
repackage it and sell it, all without your knowledge.
First I heard of it was on that Wednesday.
- Sherwood said he'd already compromised... - Doctor, we heard you the first time.
Doctor, tell me something. When you decided to dump this stuff,
what'd you do? Flip a coin? You know...heads, Asia, tails, Africa?
We can't find any records that lead to Mailer or Johannsen.
The trail ends at Sherwood.
Sherwood had a lot riding on this.
He had to believe that he had Eric in his pocket.
- Sherwood liked leverage. - Maybe he had some on Eric.
The hotel safe.
The killers tried to break into it.
What was in there?
Sherwood's passport, his plane ticket...
A watch.
Right. Sherwood's watch.
It doesn't match.
Sherwood wore a bigger watch.
The killer couldn't break into the safe,
so he took Sherwood's watch
so when we found this one, we would assume it was Sherwood's.
And wouldn't look for its real owner.
Registration number. We can trace it.
And there's a hair caught in the inside of the band.
It could be Eric's or Sherwood's.
The root's attached.
- We can match the D.N.A. - We've got Sherwood's, but Eric's...
The skin cancer study at Perkins.
UCLA might still have tissue samples.
No. I heard the sailing's terrific in Sardinia.
Okay. Tell him his buddy from Perkins called,
the one who helped him sink the J-24 off Anacapa.
So if we can stay with the fleet and play the odds,
- we'll be in the game. - Don't be so dramatic.
There is not a boat out there that stands a chance against this crew.
It's marrow. Use a little spoon. It's very good.
Latent found one of Sherwood's prints on the crystal,
but they found Eric's prints on the band and the clasp.
So chances are Eric's the proud owner.
The hair isn't Sherwood's.
It didn't match Eric's D.N.A. From the UCLA study.
So a big nothing?
Maybe not. The lab is saying...
it's a pubic hair from a male Caucasian.
Eric got some guy's pubic hair tangled in his watchband?
There aren't that many ways that can happen.
Eric's gay?
That was Sherwood's leverage?
This is a secret Eric thought was worth killing for?
Well, it depends whose secret it is.
Eric spent his lunchtime in the gym, and after that, he was back in the office.
You saw him there between 3:00 and 5:00?
No. I was in a board meeting, but I popped back in a couple times.
I saw him editing a presentation on his computer.
An hour later, the presentation was on his printer.
We think Sherwood was blackmailing him.
He's gay, isn't he?
Well, I couldn't say,
but I would think his generation's immune to that kind of blackmail.
Even at Clarendon?
Granted, they're "don't ask, don't tell," but Eric is bright.
He would land on his feet.
He's... loyal too.
Maybe it wasn't his career he was protecting.
Good hunch, Detective.
Well, it was your reaction to the H.I.V. Contamination. I thought it was...
profound.
I would think any person would have the same reaction.
As for Eric, loyal or not, my being gay is no reason for him to commit murder.
But if you were outed...
I work because I wanna, not because I have to.
Your family? Your kids?
They already know the old man's gay.
So maybe Eric is worried about his own job.
Like I said, he'd land on his feet. I'd make sure he did.
So the loyalty goes both ways.
Are you lovers?
Give me a little credit. I don't chase after secretaries.
- How did you meet? - Through friends.
We share a passion for sailing, and Eric... sails like a pirate.
These friends...
Are they like you... older, corporate executives? / Mm-hmm.
Well, you must trust him a lot to bring him into your inner circle.
I trust him implicitly.
It's not the greatest alibi, but maybe Buchanan's right.
Maybe Eric didn't kill Sherwood.
- Not for the reason we thought. - Or to protect the man we thought.
The Swiss finally traced the number on the watch.
Harold Heaton on Fifth Avenue.
Home Of Harold & Ashley Heaton 382 Fifth Avenue Tuesday, March 3
You found my watch?
- Your watch? - Yeah. It fell off in the park.
The clasp was broken.
When can I get it back?
Well, actually, we didn't see that the clasp was broken.
As the owner of record,
your husband'll have to come down and identify it.
Oh, come on. Can't I just...
All right.
I left it at a friend's.
She was returning it when...
He was returning it when he got pick pocketed in the subway.
Your friend's name?
I just have his first name... Eric.
That's him.
Don't tell me he's some kind of crook?
Tell me. How'd you end up at his place?
I met him at the gym. He invited me over for lunch.
- I don't normally... - Normally, you don't...
How 'bout him?
Even while I was at his place,
he was on his wi-fi P.D.A. Whatchamacallit getting and sending messages.
Eric's a player.
The watch just came off.
The damn bracelet got snagged, so I took it off.
You mean, while you were caressing him intimately?
Yes.
- You ask the weirdest questions. - You have no idea.
So you forgot about the watch then you called Eric later?
Yes. That Wednesday around midnight.
He was in a hurry to get off the phone. I think he had someone with him.
I heard his other line pick up.
And what exactly did he say?
He found my watch while we were on the phone.
He said he'd leave it for me at the gym the next day.
And then a couple days later, he said he was pick pocketed?
I think he has a bit of a chip on his shoulder.
Chip? Chip?
About what? / Women.
He said women have the edge in life;
they can always find someone to take care of them.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
We'll show ourselves out.
Doesn't sound like Eric bats only for one team.
It doesn't sound like Eric's Eric.
It was Eric's hair in the watchband.
It should've matched his D.N.A. From the skin cancer study.
Perkins e-mailed us everything they had on Eric Dunlow.
The photos of the sailing team,
but they're all wearing sunglasses and zinc oxide.
Gay Students' Alliance Christmas Party.
It says Eric's in here, but it's just a sea of Santa hats.
His family's from Seattle?
Start workin' the phones.
Here he is.
He's identified in the caption.
Right. There's nine guys, eight names.
And look at him.
I mean, all the other guys are posed and wearing team jackets.
He's just wearing a regular Windbreaker.
Kind of is hanging off to the side.
Like he just stepped in.
Uninvited.
This is the real Eric Dunlow,
and this is Brian Welton.
Welton worked at the marina where the Perkins team kept their boats.
He even crewed on the Dunlows' schooner up in Seattle one summer.
During spring break four years ago,
Eric O.D. 'd on ecstasy in a gay nightclub in Seattle.
He's in a nursing home in a semi-vegetative state.
No one outside the family knows.
If someone calls Eric, they're told that he's in Europe sailing.
Now, he could either betray Buchanan,
the man he's worked so hard to impress,
or risk exposing his own deception.
Nailing Eric for murder doesn't seem like much of a consolation prize.
Even that prize is beyond our reach.
I don't see the evidence.
Here's evidence.
Uh, one stone, three birds.
But they won't say anything to me.
Sherwood told them he gave you a disk.
But he didn't. I didn't let him.
They don't know that.
We found this in Sherwood's room.
It had a copy of the memo
he wanted you to download onto Mr. Buchanan's computer.
That's not the disk he showed me.
Obviously he made a copy.
Uh, I don't know.
They'd never believe me.
You know I'm not a good liar.
I feel bad for those people who got infected,
but I'm not a cop, and this isn't my responsibility.
You should reconsider, Eric.
- Mr. Buchanan... - I count you among my friends,
and I expect my friends to show some character when it matters.
This matters.
$500,000?
You told me Sherwood didn't give you anything.
I just hadn't realized its value,
but now I figure a hundred bucks a head for everyone you infected.
I'm not buyin' a pig in a poke.
Let's see what's on there.
This isn't going anywhere near one of your computers.
Fine.
I'm walkin' this down the hall to Buchanan.
We'll call the police together.
Dunlow.
You'll have the money by the end of the week.
I want a good faith payment now. $9,000.
They went for it.
We heard.
We need that check.
You'll have the money by the end of the week.
Let's go pick 'em up.
Look at you, huh? You hardly broke a sweat.
If we didn't know you better, we'd swear you were a natural-born liar.
I just did my best.
Well, it helps that you weren't up against criminal masterminds. Thanks.
Show him the picture.
Oh, yeah, yeah. You'll appreciate this.
They probably taught you this at Perkins.
"Stupid employees are never as stupid as the bosses that hire them."
That's the safe in Sherwood's hotel room.
Those marks on the wood?
The killers tried to pull the safe out of the cabinet.
You know why?
Because of the disk, of course. That's where it was.
Right.
They killed Sherwood before getting him to open the safe.
First we thought it was thieves trying to get Sherwood's watch.
Remember it?
I'm not sure.
He would've been wearing it Wednesday night.
It was gold mother-of-pearl face.
It would catch anyone's eye.
Sure. I remember it now.
I thought it was a knock off he got in Thailand.
No. It's the real thing.
It even has a registration number, which we traced.
She seemed like she'd be a lot of fun, Eric. Was she?
So I occasionally sleep with women.
So what? / So what?
Didn't you just lie to us about the watch?
Well, maybe he's a natural-born liar after all.
Look, I don't know one watch from another.
S...
You didn't want Buchanan to find out about the women,
isn't that right?
It would change his perception of you?
That's what Sherwood had on you.
And it was you who killed him,
you who tried to take the safe
for the watch.
The disk was in there too.
Mailer and Johannsen had a reason to kill Sherwood, not me.
Anyway, I was here working that afternoon.
- Ask Mr. Buchanan. - He didn't see you.
He saw your work on the computer.
Well, it didn't get done by itself.
What are you doing? That's mine.
I know.
We found it in your desk.
Your girlfriend at the gym said you kept checking it.
Look at that.
- Make it do something else. - V.P.N. 's...
Virtual Private Networks.
You can control your computer from anywhere in the world.
Even while rackin' up nooners with the ladies at the gym.
Or carvin' up your old college buddies.
You're wrong. I'm not a killer.
And if you think I was worried about my job because of those women,
you don't know me.
And you don't know Gordon Buchanan.
Well, we know Brian Welton.
- Mr. Buchanan? - He already knows.
It's a shame, considering how far you've come.
What did we find out about your father?
He cleans fish on a trawler in San Pedro.
It must've been nice,
him comin'home smellin'of fish guts.
That stench...
It stuck to you, didn't it?
Is that why they never let you get too close?
This idea...
Did you come up with it when you were sleeping with the wives...
of the men who owned the boats that ya scrubbed?
They had it good, those women.
They had someone to take care of them.
Not you.
You had nothing, no one.
Even Eric,
in his semi-vegetative state...
His life was better than yours. That's what you thought, didn't you?
You needed an edge in life.
So you came up with this.
What did I do that was so bad?
Eric wouldn't get hurt, and Buchanan...
I protected Buchanan.
He took care of you,
mentored you.
But it cost you.
I mean, I can only imagine, Brian,
the stress that you felt.
I mean, sitting there with Buchanan and his friends...
waiting for the accumulation of inconsistencies to catch up with you.
How long could you have gone on?
Six months? Three?
I don't know.
Well,
that's over now. That was the hard part.
The easy part is admitting what you did to Sherwood.
I can't.
You already have.
You assumed the disk was in the safe?
- Yes. - Because?
Because you searched the whole room for the watch,
and if there had been another disk, you would've come across it,
unless it was in the safe...
the safe that you couldn't open.
If you hadn't been in such a hurry to kill Sherwood,
he might've given you the combination.
That disk...
It had to be in the safe.
Isn't that what you said, Brian?
You wanna hear it on tape?
He was blackmailing me.
I wasn't hurting anyone. Why should I go to jail?
All the people he infected? He was the bad guy. Mailer, Johannsen...
They're the bad guys.!
You cut a human being in half, Brian.
How good does that make you?
Bad news comes in all packages.
Any bets which one the media will anoint the lesser evil?
There's no such animal.
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