All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S10E22 - High & Low (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-22.eng

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.

So much for Latin lovers.

Well, at least he looked
like Andy Garcia.

I mean, the guy
falls asleep on them.

We should've gone
to Cabo with Lilly.

Well you wanted
to see South Beach.

(RECEIVER OFF-HOOK TONE)

Didn't that girl,
Leslie, go home?

Leslie?

Leslie?

Oh my God!

(GASPING)

DUFF: Room's assigned
to Leslie Cavanaugh.

First year grad student.

She from around here?

Terre Haute, Indiana.

We've notified her parents.

Seems awful quiet here.

Well, it's spring break. A lot
of the kids are still away.

The two that found her
just got back to campus.

They know the victim?

They didn't socialize with her.

They said she pretty
much kept to herself.

We've got them at
the security office

if you want to talk to them.

Anybody else spend their
vacation here in the dorm?

Uh, a couple of grad students
from Taiwan on the third floor.

We found them in the computer center.
They'd been there all day.

Any security downstairs?

Not during the break.

Hey, Lennie.

Leslie Cavanaugh made the
dean's list last semester.

Yeah.

RODGERS: Cause of death
was manual strangulation.

Killers thumbs
crushed her windpipe.

Sexual assault?

Anal and vaginal. There's
plenty of semen.

DNA shouldn't be a problem.

(SIGHING) The girl had facial
abrasions, a couple broken ribs,

dislocated shoulder.

She went through hell.

Well, one more thing, she had breast implants.
Pretty sizable ones.

She hadn't healed
yet from the surgery.

They were brand spanking new.

Didn't take her long
to catch somebody's eye.

BARRY: We wanted her to go to
grad school, at Indiana State.

They have a good
business program there.

She could have lived at home.

When was the last time you talked
to your daughter, Mr. Cavanaugh?

Uh...

About three weeks ago.

She called to say that she couldn't
come home for spring break.

She wouldn't have had to work

if she had gone
to a state college.

Did she ever mention having any
problems with anybody at school?

No.

What about boyfriends?

She had one back home,

but as far as we know, she
concentrated on her studies here.

She didn't have much time for a
social life and she was very shy.

Did she tell you she had
just gotten breast implants?

Implants?

Are you sure?

Was there anybody at school
that she was close too?

She did mention
someone in her program...

Penny Rollins.

And you said she was working.

At an investment bank, part time...
Foster and Wallace?

Is that it?
Yeah.

She wanted to work
on Wall Street.

(CRYING)

How's a young woman working
her way through grad school,

afford breast implants?

She didn't get the money
from her parents.

Was she seeing anyone?

Boyfriend in Terre Haute, he
hasn't taken any trips lately.

Her parents say she didn't have
time for a social life at school.

Well I get the feeling this girl
didn't keep her parents up to date.

They mentioned a friend,
a girl named Penny Rollins.

She's been on a
camping trip in Utah

the past two weeks. She's
flying back tonight.

While we're waiting, we'll
go down to Wall Street,

talk to the people where
Leslie Cavanaugh worked.

You read my mind.

Leslie Cavanaugh. Uh, young
girl, early 20s, a student.

Uh, bright, charming.

We uh, spoke a week or so ago.

What'd you speak about?

She was applying for
a summer internship.

We had the idea she
already had a job here.

Detective, Miss Cavanaugh
is a full-time student.

Our firm doesn't offer
part-time employment.

Even our full-time positions
are more than full time.

Do you mind if we get a
look at her application?

No, uh would you dig that up
for the detectives, Paula?

Um, did something
happen to her?

She was murdered,
two nights ago.

That's awful.

ED: Thank you.

Application's dated
Tuesday of last week.

Maybe her mother misunderstood.

Fake boobs, fake job. Our
victim had another side to her.

Leslie studied at least 30 hours
during the week, plus classes.

Sixteen hours on the weekend.

Does everybody in your
program work that hard?

Well, Leslie was
pretty ambitious.

She wanted to end up at a good
firm when she got out of school.

Her parents told us
she paid her own way.

How'd she make ends meet?

Did you ever see those ads?
"Dancers Wanted"?

She started stripping?

She made $200
on the first night.

Cash. No taxes.

That's more than she made
in a week busing tables.

She said she would've made more
if she had bigger breasts.

When did she have the surgery?

A couple of weeks ago.

I think she started to like it.

The attention, you know?

Where did she dance?

She never told me.

ED: Whatcha got, Lou?

Hey, the uh, M.E. sent over Leslie
Cavanaugh's toxicology report.

Percodan.

Painkiller from
the implant surgery.

And MDMA.

Ecstasy.

All you're missing on this
girl is the rock and roll.

I got the records from
her cell phone company.

Aside from being
behind on her account,

she made a dozen or so calls

to and from a couple of
strip clubs in Long Beach.

Bare Necessities, and a
place called Headlights.

Subtle.

Yeah and the last call she made

was to headlights the weekend
before she was killed.

Uh-huh, keep your
mind on the job.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

Sure.
Called herself Sybil.

Girl with the split
personality.

She dances here a couple'a
times a month, weekends.

I hear she works some of
the other clubs in town.

Uh, last time I saw her was
three, four weeks ago.

ED: She have any
regulars, you know,

guys who liked to tip big, maybe
expect a little extra in return?

Not that I noticed.

What about friends? Any of
these girls hang out with her?

Ask them.

We will.

ED: So, Sybil, how'd
she do on tips?

Couple'a 100 a night.

Considering what she had to
work with, that is not bad.

And three, or four weeks ago

that was the last
time you talked to her?

She called Sunday. Said she
had made some improvements.

She wanted to work
this weekend.

She never showed.

She happen to mention how she
paid for these improvements?

I run a clean operation here.

If I find a girl dating the
clientèle, she don't work again.

Your dancers wouldn't happen
to have a favorite body shop?

Cavanaugh, Leslie. Surgery
performed on the ninth,

follow up visit the 13th...

Everything fine. There was no
fever, mild pain, as expected.

How did she pay?

Cash up front.

How much?
Ten thousand dollars.

So, she gives you cash, but what
about the hospital expenses?

It's outpatient surgery
performed here in my office.

The patient goes
home the same day.

Is that safe?

Well, we insist that
they be accompanied

by a family member or a friend.

Who accompanied
Leslie Cavanaugh?

I really shouldn't
be telling you this.

Oh, sure you should, Doc,

there's no third
party privilege.

Uh, no, Leslie Cavanaugh's
friend was a patient of mine.

Actually, she referred
Ms. Cavanaugh.

If it'll make you feel better,
we'll get a subpoena.

Elizabeth Torrino.

Got an address?

Leslie's dead?

(SOBBING) Oh, God.

I didn't tell them.
I swear.

Take it easy. Take it easy.
Tell who?

Two guys with shaved heads.

They came here
looking for Leslie.

What did they want with her?

They said she was
dealing drugs for them,

and she owed them money.

I told them all I had was
her cell phone number.

You didn't know
where she lived?

No. They wouldn't
believe me.

They said if I didn't
tell them...

They kept hitting me.

They burned my fingers.

I would've told them
if I had known.

I would've told them anything.

Lovely. I would congratulate
your witness on her memory,

but this pair'd be
pretty hard to forget.

Ms. Torrino give
you anything else?

They told her Leslie Cavanaugh

ripped them off in a drug deal.

The M.E. found ecstasy
in the dead girl's stomach.

Recreational use. It doesn't
mean she was dealing.

Well, that explains how she
paid for her implants.

Torrino couldn't tell these guys
where Leslie Cavanaugh lived,

but they found her anyway.

Get these to our colleagues
out in Nassau County.

You want them
hand-delivered?

Look for them where they
must've looked for her.

A lot of customers want to
know where the girls live.

They want to send
flowers and candy.

They think they're in love.

What do you tell them?

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

The girls have it rough enough,
without having to worry about

some loser sniffing around
their house at night.

Did a dancer named Sybil
ever cry on your shoulder?

That girl?
She was pretty sharp.

I always thought
she could figure out

a better way to make ends meet.

BRISCOE: You think she might have
been dealing drugs on the side?

Not out of the club.

But I guess if you
two are asking,

she must be in some
kind of trouble, huh?

Not anymore.
She's dead.

Damn, man.

BRISCOE: Uh, did either one of these
guys ever come around asking about her?

This creep I know.

But he wasn't here
asking about the girls.

BRISCOE: What
was he doing?

About a month or so ago
the local Hitler Youth

was out here trying to hose some
Japanese guy in the parking lot.

I had to break it up.

Local police get involved?

The Japanese guy just wanted to
get the hell away from here.

You got a name?
Nope.

Did you ever see him again?
Uh-uh.

But the car those
skinheads took off in,

had roof racks,
for a surfboard.

Had a dinosaur logo on it.

I think the name was, uh, T-rax.
Looked brand new.

Surf Nazis on ecstasy.

They oughta put that
in the local drive-in.

Thanks.

9'6", Stewart Square-tail,

triple red wood stringer
with a concave nose.

His board. Nose rider.
Great glass job.

Yeah, uh, actually, I was
hoping you might know his name.

The rack on his car, T-rax.

The manufacturer says this
is the only surf shop

on the island
that carries them.

I don't remember him
buying any racks from us.

Why don't you check
your receipts?

Okay.

Nothing here, Dude.

That rack didn't come
from Santa Monica, Dude.

Your boss don't know you
sold that rack, does he?

What was it,
a private transaction?

I traded them for some stuff.

That stuff come
in little pills?

Hey, we just need
to find this guy.

The pills are your business.

Jay and his brother
live in some shack.

Where?

On the beach.

Don't tell them
I told you, okay?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Police! Open the door!

(LOUD CHATTERING)

Nice chemistry set.

You boys cooking up something
for the science fair?

Don't even look like me.

You don't think so?

Must be one of the other three
skinheads on the island.

Maybe it's your mother, Sambo.

(CHUCKLING) Keep talking man.

The brothers at Rikers Island
are gonna eat that up.

Last time I checked a map,
Rikers was in Jew York City.

We got witnesses say you
took a trip there recently.

To Hudson University.

(SCOFFS) What?
I'm looking at colleges?

You were dealing Leslie
Cavanaugh owed you money.

Whatever.

She couldn't pay you so you
gave her the night of her life.

Like I'd be sitting here
if you could prove anything.

We have the lab you were setting
up in your beach shack.

A bunch of bottles
and a few hot plates.

Bias assault in the
strip club parking lot.

No way that Jap's
gonna testify.

File the misdemeanor
drug charge if you want.

My client's not answering
any more questions.

Too bad. I was just
warming up to him.

BRISCOE: We have
the witness you tortured

to find out where
Leslie Cavanaugh lived.

Her word against ours, man.

Who do you think the
jury's going to believe?

A professional lap dancer?

I can't wait to see
her rap sheet.

I'll put it head to head with
your dirt-bag client any day.

Except his sheet doesn't
get admitted into evidence.

Time he goes to trial, I'll have
him in a suit and an $80 haircut.

BARNES: Let's see how
he does in a line up.

MAN: Move down
to the end.

Face forward. Put your
numbers over your chest.

MOSS: Take your time.

I don't know.
They all look the same.

I'm sorry.
I don't see him.

Look again.

The lady doesn't
see him, Detective.

She couldn't ID either of them.
We're done here.

MALE 1: Take 'em out.

MALE 2: All right let's go.
Keep movin. Out the door.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You can still hold
them on the drug lab.

Their equipment's
never been used.

Our lab couldn't even find
residue on their set up.

Makes that a misdemeanor.

The brotherhood
will have these two

bailed out within an
hour of arraignment.

How about the assault
at the strip club?

No complaining witness.

I can buy you 48 hours. After
that, if you can't make a case,

I gotta process 'em.

Can we go through the
evidence seized at the shack?

Back in the 20s, my grandfather
brewed gin in the bathtub.

Sold it door to door
in milk bottles.

Well, times change.

Inventory tracking software, financial
projections, sophisticated set up.

Too sophisticated for
this bunch of lowlifes

to make on their own.

Somebody else was
supplying the brainpower.

ED: Lennie, those
clubs in Long Beach,

uh, Headlight's, Star
Shots, Bare Necessities,

the database software
on this laptop

is registered to Bare
Enterprises, Atlantic Avenue,

Long beach, New York.

Where your boys
reenacted, Iwo Jima.

You got an A.D.A., who can
get us a search warrant?

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

What the hell is this?

I tried to keep
them out, Mr. Polone,

but, uh, they had a warrant.

I don't believe this.

Do you know a Jay Hurley,
or his brother, Brad?

Never heard of them.

What about Leslie Cavanaugh?

Don't know her.

You sure about that?
I said so, didn't I?

Well, you want to explain why
your signatures on her I-9 form?

Not without my lawyer.

Tell him to meet
you in New York.

27 precinct.

(PHONE BUTTONS BEEPING)

Mr. Polone has
nothing to say,

he'd like to get
back to his business.

Yeah, his drug business.

I don't sell drugs.

No, you let your skinhead
buddies do it for you.

What evidence do you have, he
was involved with any of this?

Software registered in his name

was found on a computer
used by an ecstasy lab.

You can't even connect
him to the drugs,

how are you going to
connect him to the murder?

The victim was enjoying one of his
products when she was murdered.

And the skinheads who killed
her were seen at his club.

We pulled your sheet, Andy.

A dozen arrests
for extortion, usury.

Forget about the five years you
caught for aggravated assault.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

His friends raped this woman.
They tortured her.

They strangled her
with their bare hands.

Once the pieces fall into
place, it's capital murder.

So now's the time
to cut a deal.

Lady, you can put your deal
between your knees and squeeze.

Well, that's that. Your
boss is next door.

He's got quite a story to tell.

What kinda story?

Don't say anything, Jay.

We're not talking to you.

What? You geniuses
want your lawyers?

We don't need lawyers.
This is crap.

Fine! This is just
a courtesy call anyway.

Andy Polone rolled.

ED: Gave us all we need to
put you both on death row.

He said killing her
was our idea?

Shut the hell up, bitch.

Lennie, I think you should
take him to the bathroom.

And wash his mouth
out with soap.

Just keep your mouth
shut, little brother.

(DOOR CLOSING)

It was nice work,
muscling Polone

into financing your drug deals.

He was a little unclear on why
you killed Leslie Cavanaugh.

Polone said that was our idea?

It doesn't matter much.

Your DNA matches the semen

in the dead girl,
you're history.

Polone will probably be out by the
time they get around to executing you.

Polone told Brad
to do the dancer.

We didn't even
know who she was.

You just tagged
along for the ride?

You think I'd do something
like that on my own?

So I guess you're in
the clear on the rape?

Yeah.

We found ecstasy
in the victim's blood.

Brad gave her that.

To spice up the party?

I guess.

I don't even know why
Polone wanted her dead.

All he said was "Do her."
He was paying the bills.

What do you mean?

Polone gave us 20 grand
to set up the "X" lab.

So you threw in
the murder for free.

Oh, the gang's all here.

This is a statement
signed by Jay Hurley

implicating you in the murder.

Squeeze that
between your knees.

Andrew Polone
you're under arrest

for the murder of Leslie Cavanaugh.
(SIGHS)

You have the right to remain silent.
(CHUCKLES)

Anything you do or say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

A strip club manager.
Two neo-Nazi thugs.

And the victim is a dean's
list MBA candidate.

The drug business makes
strange bed fellows.

And we got something to
corroborate these skinheads?

A computer program
registered to Polone

was found on
the killer's laptop.

And he lied to the police.

He said he didn't
know the victim.

I can't say I'm overwhelmed.
What about a motive?

I'm working on it.

Polone's been living high
off a couple of hogs.

Besides the 20,000 he used to
jump start his drug business,

he spent 50,000 on a boat,

30,000 on a diamond watch,
all in the last month.

All that from managing a strip club.
Business, must be booming.

There might be
another explanation.

A month ago,

Polone sold 1000 shares
of Millennial Technology.

He made $100,000 profit.

Luck?
I don't think so.

Polone made three trades
in the last four months.

Millennial Technology, Fleer
Pharmaceuticals, and Fibercom Optics.

After tax profits
of over $200,000.

Somebody knew what
they were doing.

Leslie Cavanaugh, our MBA wiz?

I'm gonna find out.

Each of the companies Mr. Polone
traded in were acquired

a few weeks after he bought in.

Now this didn't
raise a red flag?

It did. In due time, we
would've picked it up.

According to volume history,

those acquisitions weren't
anticipated by the market.

Well, they were by Polone.

He seems to have had
information no one else had.

Did an investor named Leslie
Cavanaugh buy any of those stocks?

No Leslie Cavanaugh,

but this Polone wasn't
the only small investor

to hit the same
three home runs.

Just because I made a bit
of money on those companies

means I did something wrong?

Millennial Technology, Fleer
Pharmaceuticals, Fibercom,

why those stocks in particular?

CNBC, the financial
news network.

Stay home, tune in
and trade online.

Nobody tipped you?

It's all about
doing your homework.

You want a stock tip?

PIE ratio's ancient history,
you gotta go with the glitz.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Do you know a man
named Andrew Polone?

No.

How about Leslie Cavanaugh?

Are these the people
you're investigating?

You and Mr. Polone made
nearly identical investments

only days apart.

We must watch the
same market reports.

I think I've told you
everything I know.

Without an authorization
from Miss Alston,

I can't show you her books.

You have the federal and
state governments here,

breathing down your neck.

How long do you think it'll
take to get a seizure order

for every piece of paper
and hardware in this office?

So, you're threatening me?

The S.E.C. doesn't make
threats, Mr. Berry.

There are those who cooperate,
and those who don't.

And we have very long memories.

You people have no shame.

Wendy Alston.

Okay, let's see
what we have here.

Here's an entry for the
Fibercom Optics trade.

She netted $42,000.

Tax on that isn't
due 'til next April.

What are these credits
marked "gifts"?

There're about 20 of them.

I have no idea.

Wendy gives me
her deposit slips,

I don't ask a lot of questions.

There are a number of items
from Derma Enterprises.

Some bio tech outfit?

Not exactly.

Titania is our number
one box cover girl.

Forest Hump sold
40,000 units last year.

How did Wendy Alston's
movies sell?

Who?

Oh, that's Eva Moreau.

She used to be pretty big.

Uh, I never knew her real name.

Used to be big?

Six months ago
she quit the business.

We offered to double Eva's fee,

but unfortunately
she said she's retired.

I share your loss.

You think it's easy
cultivating a porn star?

It takes years.

Do you mind if I take a
look at some of her videos?

American Booty, her swan song.
My personal favorite.

A couple of these were
produced by Andrew Polone.

Yeah, he runs a strip
club in Long Beach.

I know.

When were these movies shot?

'95 and '96.

Other than the videos
you turned up,

nothing in Polone's office
ties him to Wendy Alston.

As far as we can see, she's a retired
porn star living off her investments.

God bless America.

You know, I don't underestimate
the porn industry,

but there's no way she made
it all on blue movies.

Beside her investments,
she got over $60,000

in unidentified gifts
in the past year.

A movie she made four
years ago with Polone

doesn't explain their
stock trading scheme.

And we can't put Leslie
Cavanaugh anywhere near it.

If these people constructed
a Chinese wall,

it's a damn good one.

Here's something in
Polone's pocket calendar,

the initials E.M.

Eva Moreau.

5-5-5-0-1-9-9.

(KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING)

The number's assigned to
someone named Albert Tully.

Tully.
Tully, Tully.

(DOOR BUZZER BUZZING)

If Wendy Alston
answers, catch me.

Yes?
Miss Tully?

I'm Patricia Harris. Tully
was my maiden name.

And you are?

We're Detectives
Green and Briscoe.

Yes?

Do you know a woman
named Wendy Alston?

Doesn't sound familiar.

How about Eva Moreau?

No. Why?

Ms. Alston gave
the phone number

to this apartment to a
business acquaintance.

Perhaps someone from
my husband's firm.

James, do you know someone
named Wendy Alston?

JAMES: Who wants to know?

James Harris,

you talked to Leslie Cavanaugh
about an internship

a few days before
she was murdered.

Murder? Jim,
what's going on?

Mr. Harris, why don't we
take a ride downtown.

There's a few things
we need to clear up.

I'm not going downtown.

Don't make a scene, sir.

Don't you need
some kind of warrant?

That's not exactly
true, Mr. Harris.

Why are they doing this to you?

JAMES: Would you
leave now please?

James Harris,
you are under arrest.

Jim?

Call the lawyers, Patricia.

"Indictment number,
2-3-8-2,"

"People v. Polone, Alston,
Harris, Hurley and Hurley."

That's no law firm
I've ever seen before.

Murder in the first degree.

Polone and the Hurley brothers

have already been
arraigned, Your Honor.

They're here for consolidation.

Consolidation is granted.

Let's have pleas from
the other defendants.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Judge, I protest my client's
inclusion with these, riffraff.

Mr. Harris is an established
member of the community

and a successful businessman...

Who masterminded
a murder to conceal

an insider stock trading scam.

WEAVER: That's pure
speculation, Judge.

Mr. Harrie's firm underwrote
every acquisition and merger

the defendants
reaped windfalls on.

And the night doorman
at his in-law's apartment,

said Ms. Alston paid several
night visits there.

Seems to me that
your client is already

quite intimate with this
riffraff, Mr. Weaver.

If you have sound legal reason,

make a motion to sever
your client's trial.

Bail is set for $1,000,000
for Alston and Harris.

Next case.
(GAVEL POUNDS)

MAN: "Docket number
7-2-6-5, People vs..."

See if I'm caught up.

We got the business student,
the bigots, the bar owner.

The banker and the bimbo.

This a John le Carre novel?

Harris gave the insider tip to
Wendy Alston the porno star.

She passed it on to Polone,

who used his profits to
bankroll his drug operation.

And Leslie Cavanaugh?

She might've stumbled
across the whole mess.

More likely fell into it.

We'll find out.

We have a meeting with Harris
and his lawyer this afternoon.

Give 'em holy heck.

What do we have to do to get out
from under this, Mr. McCoy?

Convince me Mr. Harris had nothing to
do with Leslie Cavanaugh's murder.

(SIGHS)

Wendy Alston and I
had an affair.

(SIGHING) This is
so embarrassing,

I can barely get the words out.

We used my late
mother-in-law's apartment.

It was stupid of me,

but the rest, Mr. McCoy,
you've got to believe me,

I had nothing to do with what
happened to that poor girl.

Then what was she
doing in your office?

She came to tell me she'd found
out about the stock information,

Wendy had passed
along to Polone.

Did she say how she knew?

Ms. Cavanaugh told me there
was insider information

leaking from my firm.

She said she wanted a job,

or she'd go to the S.E.C.

So you offered her a summer
position to shut her up?

Please, you have to
understand my position,

any kind of investigation
tarnishes the firm's reputation.

I wanted to keep it under wraps

'til I had a chance
to ask Wendy about it.

And a few days later
Leslie Cavanaugh was dead.

If I was going to kill her,

why would I file
her job application

and leave a paper
trail a mile wide?

It was all Polone. Wendy
had nothing to do with it.

That's a nice
story, Mr. Harris.

I'll have to give
it some thought.

Please, Mr. McCoy. I've
already humiliated my wife,

and my partners with this.

If there's anything
you can do...

(PHONE RINGING)

McCoy.

We'll be right there.

Guess who else dropped by
to play Queen for a day?

WENDY: Jimmy Harris and I had been
seeing each other for about a year.

When men find out
what I do for a living,

they're usually pretty
judgmental, you know?

But Jimmy, he... He never
looked down on me.

How enlightened.

You plied him with sex for inside
information on the stock market.

It wasn't like that.

Jimmy just told me
what stocks to buy.

She passed on what she learned
to her friend Polone,

all in perfect innocence.

And she knew it was illegal
to trade on that information.

How did Leslie Cavanaugh
find out?

Polone told me she must've seen the
trade confirmations on his desk.

She figured out that Jimmy Harrie's
firm handled all the deals.

So when Polone found
out, he had her killed?

Polone's an animal.

When I told him that Leslie had
gone to Jimmy about the stocks,

he hit the roof.

He said that he would
take care of that bitch

before she ruined everything.

And Harris knew
nothing about it?

No.

Okay.

Matching stories.

Let's find out
if we believe them.

The first time I found out Jim
was seeing another woman,

it almost destroyed me.

I told him,
children have impulses,

when you grow up, (SIGHS)
you learn to control them.

He swore he'd clean up his act.

Like an idiot, I believed him.

How many other women
has he been with?

Let's see, three,
that I know of.

What can I say? He's not
the man I thought he was.

Why did you stay
with him all this time?

This is hard for me
to say, Ms. Carmichael,

I couldn't satisfy Jim's needs.

Are you sure his relationship
with Wendy Alston

was just about sex?

Why do you say that?

The gifts he gave her,
the stock tips.

She was a high-priced whore.

Did he ever behave
violently with you?

It's not his style.

He's all about rules
and order in this world.

Jim sits in our living room
in his jacket and tie.

He ever let his guard down?

Maybe with Vincent
Steinberg, his partner.

Jim's got problems, but he had nothing
to do with that woman's death.

Partner's intuition?

Try to understand.

The guy manages
80 people at work,

head of his fraternity at
Dartmouth, honor society...

It's a long way to a porn star.

(SIGHING) Tell me about it.

Just before Labor Day,
I get a call from Jim.

He ran out of gas
on the L.I.E.

He can't call a cab,
he doesn't have any money.

Now how can you not
have any money?

He'd been with Wendy Alston?

I think so.

To this day, I think she's
the one who took his wallet.

Was he angry about it?
Did he ever confront her?

Are you kidding? He was
obsessed with her.

Sometimes we'd be
sitting in a meeting

and you could see
he was preoccupied.

I don't know how he held
it together for so long.

Well did you ever try
to get him some help?

Sure. I told him he was risking
everything for this girl.

He had to let go.

He'd stop seeing her
for a month or two.

But he couldn't stay away.

He'd park across the street from her
building, and stare at her apartment.

He couldn't control himself.

Mr. Harris might have passed
inside information to Ms. Alston.

I should have seen that coming.

It was only a matter of time before
this thing embarrassed the firm.

Did he ever express any
concern about the S.E.C.?

Ever do anything that might be
construed as covering his tracks?

You'd have to ask his
secretary about that.

Ms. Cavanaugh was a very
presentable young woman.

When I read in the papers that she
had worked in one of those places,

you never know, do you?

Were you present when she
spoke to Mr. Harris?

Um, I was at my desk,
outside his office.

After she came in, did he do
anything different in the office,

paperwork to the S.E.C.,
anything like that?

Well, he had me file
the girl's application

for an internship
the next morning.

Did you know about Mr. Harrie's
relationship with Wendy Alston?

Not exactly. I overheard him
on the phone sometimes.

He wasn't talking to his wife.

Did he ever discuss
Leslie Cavanaugh?

Well, about a week after
Leslie Cavanaugh came in,

Mr. Harris got a call as
he was leaving the office.

From Wendy Alston?

I don't know, she would always
call on his private line.

Mr. Harris had me bring him
Ms. Cavanaugh's application.

I heard him read off her
address and phone number.

Do you remember the day,
it's very important?

It was a few days before
I heard about the murder.

The next morning, Mr. Harris
told me to go down to personnel

and fast track her application.

Polone's skinheads couldn't
find her, so Wendy Alston did.

Harris signed Leslie
Cavanaugh's death warrant.

So why'd he fast track
her application?

To give himself deniability.

Everything points to Harris
being a first class pig,

not someone who
resorts to violence.

My money's on Polone.
He's got the pedigree.

Any way to connect them?

Well, as far as I can tell, Harris
never even knew about Polone.

Wendy was passing him
stock tips on her own.

Funny how he never mentioned
giving Cavanaugh's address to her.

Well, if we have to cut
a deal with somebody,

Harris is the best
of the bunch.

Without him, we can't establish
a motive for Polone or Alston.

Get him in here.

It's my fault Jim didn't
mention Wendy's phone call.

We're listening,
Mr. Weaver.

But even though there was
an innocent explanation,

I thought it better
to leave it unsaid.

You play games with us,

you make it hard to trust
you, or your client.

Well, then take it
out on me, not him.

After Leslie Cavanaugh came
to see me, I was furious.

I called Wendy to find out
how this grad student

knew all about
the tips I gave her.

Wendy called back, said she'd
talk to Leslie about it,

so I gave her the address.

I didn't know she was
connected to a mobster.

Maybe you should have
entertained the possibility.

Please, Mr. McCoy...

I'm trying Alston and Polone
for first degree murder.

You testify against them,
we give you immunity for it.

Jim?

All right.

As for the
securities violations,

you're on your own
with the Feds.

JAMES: I met Wendy
at the firm outing,

one of those booze cruises
around Manhattan.

She gave me her phone number.

She made it clear she didn't
care if I was married.

When did you find out what
Wendy did for a living?

The first time I went
to her apartment.

She put in one of her tapes.

How did that make
you feel, Mr. Harris?

To be honest...

Excited.

I mean, here I was sitting next
to someone who looked like that.

It's hard to explain.

And she was attracted
to someone like me.

It sounds ridiculous now,
but I felt like a lucky man.

How did your relationship with
Ms. Alston progress from that point?

We started seeing
more of each other.

Wendy was...

An incredible lover.

Not like anyone I'd ever met.

But, pretty soon,
she wanted money.

At first it was no problem, but
when I tried to pull the reins in,

she threatened to
find somebody else.

Then she started
asking for stock tips.

You gave her
insider information?

Yes. I couldn't
say no to her.

Did there come a time,
when Ms. Alston called you

for Leslie Cavanaugh's address?

I remember I was late
for a business dinner.

Wendy called a little after
7:00 on my private line.

Did she say why she wanted it?

Now, Ms. Cavanaugh had been
to my office to warn me

about the stock tips leaking out.
I was shocked.

I couldn't believe Wendy had
breached our confidence.

What did she say about
the address, Mr. Harris?

Now you have to understand
this jeopardized my firm,

everything I had worked for.

Wendy said she wanted
to go see this girl,

find out how much she knew.

So you gave it to her?

I'm so sorry.
I was such an idiot.

I didn't realize
what would happen.

When Ms. Alston asked for
Ms. Cavanaugh's address,

you believed it was just
to talk to the girl?

Yes.

Did you have any
firsthand knowledge

that would change your belief?

No.

So it was your understanding,

Ms. Alston had no idea what
Mr. Polone planned to do?

Correct.

Nor did you, certainly?

No.

You gave Ms. Alston several
cash gifts over the years,

$60,000 in all. Why?

Because I...

I was in love with her.

How do you feel about her now?

The same way.

But you're testifying
against her?

Yes.

You realize,
if she's convicted,

she'll go to jail for life?

Come on, Mr. Harris.

I realize that.

Four weeks ago,
you withdrew $75,000

from an offshore account.

Another gift
for Ms. Alston?

Will Your Honor please direct the
witness to answer the question.

Mr. Harris, we're waiting.

May I have a moment
with my lawyer?

Your Honor...
Come up, Mr. Weaver.

(BOTH WHISPERING)

I refuse to answer.

On what basis?

On the grounds I may
incriminate myself.

Defense moves for mistrial.

People request a
brief recess, Judge.

You have five minutes to straighten
your witness out Mr. McCoy.

And then I want to see
counsel in chambers.

This isn't about the
Fifth Amendment, is it?

I'm sorry.

You're using the money as a ploy
to protect your girlfriend.

You sandbagged us.

Let's not jump to any
conclusions, Mr. McCoy.

Then he's going to march back in
there and answer the question.

No, I'm not.

The People are
prepared to continue.

Strike Mr. Harris'
testimony,

we'll put on
the rest of our case.

Without Harris' direct
testimony, there is no case.

We need a few days.

I'm not delaying the trial, Mr. McCoy.
I'm granting a mistrial.

The witness engineered
this, Judge.

Your witness, Mr. McCoy.

Jeopardy has attached.
We move to dismiss.

She's right.

You picked a jury,
you opened your case.

I'm dismissing the
indictment with prejudice.

Double crossed
by your own witness.

He's still in love
with Wendy Alston.

Well, let's just forget about
Harris for the time being

and concentrate on her case.

JACK: I'm going to re-file
against Alston and Polone.

Judge McNeil ruled we can't.

Murder charges are
out, not conspiracy.

You're going to indict
Alston and Polone...

For conspiracy to commit
a crime we can't prosecute?

Alston and Polone...
And James Harris.

Because he didn't have the
guts to go through with it?

No.

But, Harris didn't know they
were going to kill her.

Harris committed the overt act.

I can only get to the
other two through him.

Is this about Harris,
or the other two?

It's about all of them.

Harris is getting
what he deserves.

You're wasting your
time here, Mr. Weaver.

The conspiracy
indictment stands.

Your client's going to jail.

I wasn't involved
in any conspiracy.

You had your chance
to walk away from this.

You choked on it.

Now, what are you
offering now, Mr. McCoy?

Atrial.

Please, don't
do this, Mr. McCoy.

I've had it with you,
Mr. Harris.

You're going to prison with your
girlfriend and Andrew Polone.

But I didn't know!

I can make the case
that you did.

We'll let a jury sort it out.

I am begging you

I've ruined my life.
I'm a fool, all right...

But I couldn't stop myself.

I couldn't send Wendy to jail.

Don't punish me
for that, please.

You get the same deal I'm
offering Alston and Polone.

Plus whatever securities
violations the Feds can pile on.

JUDGE: In accordance with the plea
agreement reached by the parties,

I'm sentencing
each of the defendants

to a term of 10-to-20
years of imprisonment.

Mr. Harris,

your bail is exonerated
and you are remanded

to the Department
of Corrections.

And Mr. Harris,
you of all people...

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

(GAVEL POUNDS)

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Well, the skinheads finally
copped out, 20-to-life.

Takes care of the whole bunch.

A lot of lives down the tubes.

All in the name of love, Adam.