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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Just eight days more to go.

I'm going crazy thinking about it.

Mmm, me too, sweetheart.

That's enough of that.

You are so funny.

He never wants to see me again?

Your father's upset.

You didn't visit him while he was away.

I had no access.

She took me off the visitors list.

Jack, you know I only do what Milt asks.

Stop, just... stop.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I'm sorry, Jack, he's...

Don't worry.

Milt wants to make sure you get what's coming to you.

Don't forget your brothers behind the wall, now.

I'll keep it real.

I'm going to miss you, Milton.

Same here, bro.

Come here.

Maybe your luck will change

now that you don't have to play me.

But who will make dinner

for Mr. Milt?

Uh, we'll figure something out.

Tonight I want him all to myself.

Oh, I don't want to set off the security system

when he gets here.

You want me to show you how?

No, just turn the stupid thing off.

Okay.

Look at this.

Two years here turned me into a lean machine.

So, what's the first thing you're going to do

when you get out?

Oh! Oh, Milt!

Oh, you're the only one!

Oh, sweetheart.

The only... one!

(groaning)

Oh, baby.

BOTH: Mmm...

Must be the little blue pills.

It's like it has wings on it.

Wings.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, must be dinner.

I'm famished.

Mmm, I'll get it.

You go take your shower.

Pam?

Pam!

(sobbing): Oh, my....

Oh, help!

Oh! Those bastards!

You bastards!

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These entry wounds-- chest, shoulder,

knee-- the shooter had no control,

and couldn't resist

ripping her earring off.

Like some subway punk.

He sprayed the doorway

in an arc.

Even hit

the upper window.

You know, the shots came from down below.

But not at the bottom of the stairs.

Check the service entrance.

Oh, I got five, six... seven nine-millimeter casings.

He rang the doorbell up there,

and ran down here to hide?

No, he rang the doorbell down here.

He thought the service entrance was the main door.

Here.

She answers the door.

He's surprised.

He shoots wild.

Probably one-handed, cocked to one side.

Like in the gangsta flicks.

He's not used

to the recoil.

He loses control of the piece.

MILTON: We'd ordered dinner.

The security cameras... must have been off

since she had to go to the door to see who was there.

Why were they off?

The security system's very sophisticated.

My wife, less so.

She must have turned it off when she sent the maid home.

Let's talk about who might have wanted your wife dead.

Any candidates?

Nobody.

She was an angel.

We had just finished making beautiful love.

They were after me.

All due respect...

even in a snowstorm,

no one would mistake her for you.

You think that's funny?

I have enemies everywhere.

Like your ex-business partner.

You were convicted of hiring a hit man to kill him.

Do I look incompetent, hmm?

If I wanted him dead, he would have been dead.

Your conviction was a frame-up by your enemies.

Exactly.

My competitors.

In the clothing business?

"Winter clothes for all seasons."

This is the original store.

Yeah, up in Harlem.

That's my Dad on the left, and that's me.

Who's-Who's the man whose knee you're sitting on?

Our tailor.

Morris Swope.

Long gone.

So you built the chain from one store.

And the bastards came after me

because I refused to be undersold.

Chang, Chang, nitro.

Are you worried about being poisoned?

Can't be too safe.

Great wealth meets great paranoia.

Not a healthy combination.

Pierre's, the restaurant Milt said they ordered from, had no record of any order.

He told his wife he ordered dinner.

That's-That's why she opened the door.

And knowing what was coming, made beautiful love to her.

That's what made it more exciting for him.

Going by his trial testimony,

the man's all about suspicion and revenge.

Revenge for what?

Don't tell me the lovely Mrs. Winters

was cheating on the old coot

while he was still in prison?

Apparently not if you believe the cook, the maid,

the driver and the Pilates instructor.

Milt loved Pam, Pam loved Milt--

everything was hunky dory.

Well, there might be one Winters who's not closing ranks.

Milton Junior.

He was called as a character witness at his father's trial,

but he never showed up.

My mother taught me

if you can't say anything nice about someone...

So, you skipped your Dad's trial.

And the reason you didn't visit him in jail?

Pamela had him take my name off the visitors list.

She had him wrapped around her little finger.

I won't say she had it coming, but...

You know, usually in a murder investigation,

people try to hide their joy at the victim's death.

I'll try to remember that.

You're an only child, right?

Yeah.

Well, with his wife out of the way,

you stand to inherit.

Dad made a point

of cutting me out of his will years ago

so I wouldn't be tempted to kill him.

(chuckling): That's my dad--

always looking out for me.

Well, at least you've learned

not to take his peculiarities personally.

How can I?

Dad's sick.

A brilliant businessman, but sick.

So, he would have protected

himself from Pamela.

Oh, I'm sure.

With a pre-nup.

Pre-nups plural.

I heard he was having his lawyer

redraft the original.

Well, assuming Pamela would go along

with the new pre-nup.

Gee, suppose she said no?

MILTON: I don't care how many subpoenas

you pull out of your ass.

You have no right

to stick your nose in my legal business.

CARVER: That's the point of getting a subpoena--

to give us that right.

The material you're after is covered

by attorney- client privilege.

That privilege

was waived when you discussed

redrafting the pre-nup with Mrs. Winters.

Who said anything about redrafting?

EAMES: Your son.

WINTERS: What?

That rat!

He talks to you, and he doesn't talk to me?

I can't believe this!

Look, if you're going to get upset,

why don't you just wait outside,

and we all will talk to your lawyer?

I see what you're doing.

You people will do anything, say anything

to pin this on me.

The worst scum in the pen have more honor than any of you.

I loved my wife.

I loved her.

CARVER: You loved her so much

you were drafting a new pre-nup.

A pre-nup that increased her stake in his estate

as reward for her fidelity during his prison stay.

Not that Pamela cared.

Money was the least

of her concerns.

What, it was your idea to give your money away?

And guys

with your pathology,

they usually build an armor around what they have.

I'm not taking this bait.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of this whole machinery of-of justice.

I'm not.

"Money was the least of her concerns."

Very nice.

I almost believed you myself.

I meant every word of it, Milton.

Pam turned out to be a lovely girl.

"A lovely girl."

You should know.

What are you saying, Milt?

I know what you did, you son of a bitch.

Milt, let-let go.

I know what you did.

This pre-nup does speak toward his goodwill.

(gunshots)

Who's doing this to me?

He's dead.

Oh, my God, who's doing this to me?

Oh, my God, oh, my God!

Nine-millimeter casings.

Looks like we got a bold shooter on our hands...

A bold shooter on a bicycle, according to the limo driver,

who, unfortunately, didn't see his face.

Bastards.

The bastards are striking at every one I love,

and you're doing nothing to stop them.

"Them"?

My enemies, you idiot!

I'm the target.

You know, it looks like he's the one

that took all the bullets.

Jack Duvall was only important

because of his relationship to me!

I'm going home.

Rashib! (whistles)

How'd he ever get the impression people don't like him?

EAMES: Duvall's files were off-limits.

Even his lunch orders

fell under attorney- client privilege.

Luckily the privilege doesn't extend to his bank records.

All we got out of the secretary

is that Milt was Duvall's only client.

What about Duvall and Mrs. Winters?

Secretary have anything to say about them?

Just that Duvall always kept his office door open

whenever Ms. Winters came in to see him.

And that he never gave her his private number.

Well, Duvall knew how crazy Milt is.

Look at this.

Over the last few months,

Duvall issued a dozen checks from his escrow accounts

all for under $10,000, all to small businesses.

Losses from fire damages, accidents.

He was helping settle insurance claims.

GOREN: A travel agency in Mott Haven,

A beauty salon in Morrisania.

They're all in the South Bronx...

where a lot of kids learn how to shoot

form watching gangsta flicks.

GOREN: Have you ever seen this guy?

He's a lawyer, Jack Duvall.

No, I don't have much use for lawyers.

Well, this lawyer wrote a $9,000 check

to J.C.'s Beauty Spa.

And that's you, isn't it?

No, I'm Solomon.

J.C.'s my wife, Jaqueetha.

It's her place.

She had a gypsy cab,

dollar van accident a while back.

It could be for that.

Why don't we ask Jaqueetha?

Why don't you soak your hand in this?

Is that what it was for?

A gypsy cab accident a while back?

I whiplashed my neck.

And that's what it was for.

Those guys are crazy drivers.

You're lucky they had insurance.

Is this your son?

Uh-huh.

My boy.

And there he is again.

He must be what, 14 in that picture?

He's grown a lot.

You must be what, 16?

19.

Taye, why don't you... go upstairs, do your studies?

We'll let you get back

to business.

I recognized her first.

She testified at the trial

of the boy's real father in '87, Dempsey Powers.

You would have been in Germany.

No, but I remember hearing about him--

the South Bronx Drug King.

He had an interesting M.O.

He used to shoot his victims straight down

through the top of their head to destroy the slug

so it couldn't be traced back to the gun.

When they came to arrest him,

he shot his way out, wounded nine cops.

My dad spent the summer visiting hospitals.

But that isn't why he's in jail, is it?

No. He claimed self-defense.

He told the jury the cops were in the drug business with him,

and were out to kill him. They bought it.

He's in jail for killing three dope dealers.

And now the mother of his kid

is getting money from Milt Winters' lawyer.

You know, it's funny.

Two guys who think that the world is after them...

found each other.

MAN: Hey, look, I was real kind to that old white man.

Gave him a cigarette once.

Maybe that's why he sent money to Jaqueetha.

Yeah, $9,000 for a loosey?

Hey, it's different economics inside this wall.

In fact, uh, what am I getting for this little sit-down?

MAN: Two extra phone calls a week

for six months and an extra hour of TV a day.

Extra TV.

Yeah.

Living large, Dempsey.

The point is I'm still living

after all the bullets the crooked NYPD threw at me.

GOREN: Yeah, well, that was before our time.

We were in the South Bronx

and we just happened to drop your name.

And, I got to tell you,

it's still all love for D.P. on the streets.

I'm a legend.

A living legend.

GOREN: In the South Bronx.

But in here,

you're what?

Guardian angel?

Is that why Milt Winters

had his lawyer send over 200 grand

to businesses that belong to your family... and friends?

Maybe it was reparations for the slave trade.

(chuckling)

EAMES: First week Milt was here,

some guy tried to shake him down.

That guy ended up with a screwdriver in his neck.

Milt was never bothered again.

Milt carried himself like a man, so he was treated like one.

Especially with you watching his back.

He ever talk to you about his wife?

I would never turn on my friends.

I'm not the NYPD.

This punk's a waste of time.

Yeah, but we're just talking.

You know, we noticed that your son's only been up here

four times in 16 years.

Green Haven's too far.

Help us out with Milt.

Maybe we can talk to the D.A.,

move you someplace closer where your son could visit.

Come on, Dempsey.

What do you think?

You know what?

I'm going to watch some TV.

GOREN: Oh, so you're going to...

you're going to pass up seeing your son

to protect some rich white man.

Wow.

You know,

I think you should sit down, make yourself comfortable.

I think we're going to search your cell.

You know what?

You can search all you want.

You can plant all the phony evidence you want.

I ain't afraid of you.

You got that?

I ain't afraid.

We found this inside the mattress.

It's probably marked.

Cards...

girlie magazines--

Dempsey Powers' entire world,

and kids in the projects think he's a living legend.

This isn't much worse than what they have,

except he gets three squares a day.

Hmm.

He's short four cards.

Queen of diamonds.

Jack of clubs.

Deuce of spades.

Ace of hearts.

Queen of diamonds... Milt's wife.

Jack of clubs... Jack Duvall.

It's a hit list?

Deuce of spades, Milt, Junior.

His own son?

Well, he's on a paranoid fugue.

He's cleaning house.

Like any good paranoiac,

he wants to be there when his enemies go down.

MILT, JR.: I don't know, Dad.

You call me out of the blue.

I've had so much loss these past two weeks.

I need you, son.

I need you close to me now.

Let me think about it, Dad.

I got to go now.

Uh, how about a ride uptown?

No, it's okay.

The water taxi will get me there quicker.

See you, Dad.

Son?

(grunting)

Clear!

I didn't believe it when they told me.

You bastard! How could you?

MILTON: No! No, it's them!

These cops are trying to kill me. They're after me.

For once you're right-- we are after you.

I told you, I'm a bike messenger.

People are trying to jack me all the time.

That's why I was carrying the piece.

What about these?

We found them in your Mom's apartment.

Don't know nothing about them.

You don't know what this is?

Hmm?

How about this one?

This one?

They're playing cards?

No, Ahmal.

Signals...

from Dempsey Powers.

You see, some...

...some rich white dude paid him 200 large

to have you kill these people.

Y-You all are whack.

And you're an amateur,

'cause pros don't keep evidence in their Mom's apartment.

I didn't do these homicides,

but whoever did-- he's no amateur.

He's gansta.

(laughs)

Gangsta?

No.

This fool was too busy styling to shoot straight.

He punched out bullets...

using a 90-degree flip.

Or maybe the modified

John Woo 180 cock.

Whichever...

he had no control.

He put more bullets in the door

than he did in this woman.

She looked dead in the picture.

This isn't a movie.

You did a murder in the course of a robbery.

That's a death penalty.

I didn't rob nobody!

You took an earring off the woman.

And didn't Dempsey tell you

not to mess with the bling-bling?

I'm telling you, I don't even know DP.

Oh, your brother Luther spent time with him

up in Green Haven.

Is that how you met

"DP"...

visiting your brother up in Green Haven?

How am I going to get all the way up there?

Subway only stop at 241st Street.

All right,

you-you don't have to flip on DP.

Try this.

You have these three cards.

We know that there is a fourth,

the Ace of Hearts.

Who is it?

Who is the fourth hit?

I got no ace.

I'm done.

Give me a lawyer.

CARVER: Even if this boy flips

on Dempsey Powers, we have no corroboration,

other than generic playing cards from a generic deck.

I suggest we have a conversation with Mr. Powers.

About what?

A plea bargain?

What else would we talk to him about?

We're going to cut a deal with a guy who shot nine cops?

He's already serving life with no parole.

And he's merely the subcontractor here.

Milt Winters is the author of these murders.

These are his targets.

And am I wrong to assume

that unless we identify the fourth target,

Milt Winters will find somebody

to finish the job?

On what planet do you think Powers is going to cooperate

with either the police or the D.A.?

He hates us.

He doesn't trust us.

Dempsey thinks

that we're capable of anything.

Let's not disappoint him.

EAMES: As you probably know,

Milt Winters' lawyer was shot

outside the D.A.'s office.

Not the smartest call.

The place was crawling with officers.

My partner's old man was

in the Four-Oh, same precinct where you shot all those cops.

You mean the crooked cops?

What's her daddy's name?

Maybe he was on my payroll.

The officers got a good look

at the person who killed the lawyer.

You recognize him?

GOREN: Whoops.

That looks just like your son, Taye.

My son had nothing to do with it.

We have the murder weapon.

If you think it was easy to plant fingerprints in '87,

just think about what we can do now.

You're a devil.

You should see me in a blue dress.

Yeah, well, I ain't afraid of the devil.

You should be afraid of my partner.

Afraid for your son.

I give you what you want,

y'all leave me and my son in peace?

I'll make sure we do.

You tell the grand jury what you know,

and testify at Milt's trial.

Oh, man.

Old Milt, uh, may have come to me for some favors.

But, you know, being a man of peace,

uh, naturally, I turned him down.

I would, um...

be willing to talk about those favors.

The Ace of Hearts--

who is it?

(sighs)

Milt, uh, lost a lot of weight in prison.

Got himself healthy.

He start thinking that his doctor kept him sick

all those years to bleed him dry.

It's, uh, the Ace of Hearts--

his heart doctor, Dr. Chang.

MILTON: Dempsey said no such thing.

That's a lie!

He and I are brothers.

Yourbrothertold us who your fourth target is.

If you want any leniency from me,

you'll call off any attempt

on your doctor's life.

My doctor?

MILTON: It's a trick!

Can't you see?

My brother did not betray me, would not betray me ever.

You don't trust your own son,

but you trust Dempsey Powers.

More now than ever.

DR. CHANG: I've told him for 30 years

to lose weight, to exercise.

So what does he do in prison?

He loses weight. He exercises.

So, now he wants to kill me?

You don't sound alarmed by this.

Would alarm help?

Milt is the one who lives in fear.

You mean, paranoia.

The fear of death.

His father died of a heart attack at 37.

Milt thinks he lives on borrowed time.

Um...

how old was Milt when his father died?

16.

Somehow, he kept his father's store going.

Right, somehow.

Dr. Chang, we'll assign a couple of detectives

to keep an eye on your office in the city.

I-I don't work in the city anymore.

Don't live here, either.

I moved to Staten Island a year ago.

I hardly come into the city at all anymore.

Does Milt know you spend all your time on Staten Island?

Yes.

He even made a donation to the hospice I started there.

Okay.

Uh, thank you, Doctor.

Someone will take you back to the ferry.

If bicycle boy wouldn't visit his brother

because the subway didn't go to Green Haven,

how did he figure on getting to Staten Island

to shoot the good doctor?

AHMAL: It was a delivery in one of those offices over there.

I don't know what office

you're talking about, Ahmal.

You wanted him to tell you

where he was making his deliveries.

That's what he just did, so he's done.

You can't just come over here and point it out to me, Ahmal?

No, I'm fine right here, man.

What, are you afraid of the water?

I ain't afraid of some water.

I just don't...

I just stay away from it.

Well, you go over bridges, don't you?

I don't take bridges.

EAMES: What about the ferry?

I just don't go on water, okay?

Stay right over here on the hard land.

That's the biggest bunch of nonsense I ever heard.

This is your big day!

You're going to take a ride on the ferry!

Come on! No, leave me be!

Leave me be. Leave me be. It's right over here!

No, no, no, leave me be.

Please, please. I don't... I swear.

I swear I'm going to pee myself, I swear.

No, don't, please, please.

GOREN: Okay, all right.

All right, calm down.

Ahmal, calm down.

Come on.

You don't have to take the ferry.

Come on.

Come on, man.

It's going to be all right.

You can stay right here on the hard land.

He was supposed to do the hit on Milt's son.

He hesitated.

He waited for the son to get away

from the water's edge.

Now, there's no way

that he's going to take a job

shooting someone on Staten Island.

The fourth victim-- the Ace of Hearts--

it's not the doctor.

Milt's having somebody else killed.

Dempsey wouldn't lie to us about that.

But he would lie to us

if-ifhewas having someone killed.

He's playing us.

Yeah, he's playing all of us.

Milt contracted those three hits.

The fourth one is Dempsey's choice.

We may be overestimating Mr. Powers' cunning.

The idea he used Milt Winters' killing spree

to hide a killing of his own is...

Overestimate a guy

who put nine cops in the hospital?

You can't be serious.

And cover the personnel at Green Haven,

starting with the warden.

Dempsey might have already made his move.

I checked homicides going back two months.

This one... last week in Queens--

Eduardo Escobar-- shot once straight down

through the top of the head.

Dempsey's M.O.

Who the hell is Eduardo Escobar?

Well, a subway mechanic,

married last month,

no priors,

no known connection to Dempsey Powers.

If someone killed Escobar

on orders from Powers, isn't it reckless

to advertise the fact

by using Powers' calling card?

Reckless... and bold--

the act of someone proud of his connection

to Dempsey Powers.

TAYE: I didn't kill no Eduardo Escobar.

You going to plant the gun you looking for,

or just powder burns?

Don't believe everything your father tells you.

I don't have to tell you anything.

My father told me that, too.

You keep following his advice,

and you'll end up just like him.

Ma!

Downstairs is clean.

You won't find anything.

Taye has his father's mouth,

but my husband and I raised him right.

GOREN: A lot of new books.

History of Cuba.

Cuba Today.

My final essay

on parts of the world

where police don't practice racism.

Definitely his father's mouth.

Come on, Taye.

Let's let them do their work.

This kid's inherited more than just his father's mouth.

Dempsey does nothing by accident.

Spanish, Cuba...

Probably figure into their long-term plans...

and killing Eduardo Escobar somehow gets them there.

WOMAN: No, I never seen

this man before.

Eduardo had no enemies.

He was gentle, always helping people.

What about this one?

You ever see him?

No. Who are they?

Just men.

This is from Calabria in the south of Italy.

Did you go there for your honeymoon?

No, Puerto Rico.

We got married there.

Uh, when did you go to Italy?

I went last year.

Well, Calabria's pretty rough country.

People usually don't go there

unless they have family.

Y-You don't have family there, do you?

No.

EAMES: So you went with somebody?

It was before I met Eduardo.

It's got nothing to do with this.

"Calabrese hard head"--

have you ever heard that expression?

When I was a kid, I had a barber who was from Calabria.

He told me that the people were very stubborn.

He said that when you take something from them,

they don't give up until they get it back.

Who is he, Ms. Escobar?

Tony.

Tony Sirvino.

He thinks that Eduardo stole me from him.

What does Mr. Sirvino do?

He works for the city.

The Department of Correction?

Yes. He drives their bus.

CARVER: An escape?

After Dempsey testifies for the Grand Jury tomorrow.

Tony Sirvino's scheduled

to drive his bus back to Riker's.

Sirvino grew up in the South Bronx.

He went to school with Dempsey.

Dempsey keeps tabs on his people.

And he had his son kill Mr. Escobar

as a favor to Mr. Sirvino?

This is...

Brilliant.

Once Dempsey got the contract from Milt

to make these three hits, he orchestrated everything--

the checks from the lawyer,

the playing cards, everything,

to lead us back to him,

so we would bring him before the Grand Jury.

He knew he'd be transferred from Green Haven down to Riker's

and driven back and forth to the courthouse.

Sirvino helps them escape,

and Dempsey's on his way to Cuba with his son.

Beyond the reach of extradition.

I suddenly have a newfound respect for Mr. Powers.

I ain't afraid of you.

GOREN: You should be afraid.

Using your Daddy's M.O. wasn't very smart.

Blood or no blood, he's going to take it out of your hide.

Taye, I'm Winston Malik.

I'm your father's lawyer, and now I'm yours.

Or your mom's. But if you...

I ain't giving you no reason to kill my pops.

Taye's invoking his rights.

He doesn't have anything more to say.

Unless his son cooperates,

we have no case against Mr. Powers.

And once Mr. Powers finds out we got wind

to his escape plan,

I doubt he'll testify to the Grand Jury tomorrow

against Milt Winters,

and then that case will be gone, too.

We haven't told Junior what we know about the escape.

We should be able to keep Powers in the dark

until after he goes in front of the Grand Jury.

But-But once we derail his escape,

he'll never testify at Milt Winters' trial.

We can use his Grand Jury testimony.

Grand Jury testimony is not admissible at trial.

I need Mr. Powers to appear.

I'm betting that Dempsey Powers...

I'm betting he knows that if he escapes to Cuba,

his Grand Jury testimony can't be used at trial.

He never intended to betray Milt.

There is an exception, isn't there

that allows a Grand Jury testimony

to be used at trial

if the witness has been threatened

into recanting his testimony?

But who's going to threaten Dempsey Powers?

His good friend Milt.

"Question: What did Mr. Winters tell you?

"Answer from Mr. Powers:

"He was always complaining about all of them--

"his wife, his son, his lawyer.

He wanted to get rid of them."

That's what your brother Dempsey told the Grand Jury

just a little over an hour ago.

Down the street from here.

"Question: Did Mr. Winters solicit your help

"in dealing with these individuals?

"Answer from Mr. Powers:

"Yes, he offered to pay me $50,000 each

to get them killed."

Save your breath.

Are you still convinced

Mr. Powers is looking out for your interests?

More than ever.

This doesn't mean squat until he says it at my trial.

And no way on Earth he rats me out.

My son, in a heartbeat

but Dempsey, never.

I am so curious about this unquestioning trust.

Is it based on anything?

Green Haven.

He looked out for me from day one.

EAMES: You paid for that protection.

I was happy to share with him.

He had so little; I had so much.

The only thing that you had so much of in prison was fear,

and Dempsey could smell it,

and he used it to gain your trust!

I'm not wrong about Dempsey.

I know people.

And Dempsey knows you.

He told us that he was checking you out,

he was looking for an in on you, and he found it in an article

about a retailing miracle known as Winters Clothing.

I...

I have it.

It's... here.

"Faced with his father's unexpected death,

"16-year-old Milt, not only kept the family store afloat,

"but it turned into the flagship

of the city's most successful chain of men's clothing stores."

There was a-a photo that was in the article.

GOREN: That's what tipped Dempsey off

that you had help keeping the store afloat.

That's right.

Your dad's tailor, Morris Swope.

Yeah, Uncle Morris--

the man who looked out for you when your father died,

who showed you the ropes

the first time that you were alone against the world.

Dempsey told us that he took one look at that photo,

and he knew...

he knew how to come at you,

and it wasn't by being a-a bully or a-a flatterer...

but as Morris Swope-- the... reassuring protector.

Dempsey told me that it cracked him up

when he pictured you sitting on his knee

like a-a wooden dummy.

He got around your natural suspicion

by modeling your one positive adult relationship.

He took you for a couple hundred grand

and sold you out for immunity

and a few extra hours of TV every week.

Sure, he's going to spend the rest of his days

in relative comfort, but you...

you're looking at the death penalty.

I mean, that just doesn't seem fair.

To be fair, Mr. Winters,

I'll settle for life without parole

in return for your admission of guilt.

You think about it on your way back

to Riker's.

What's your name?

"Sirvino."

You make these too tight, Sirvino,

I'm going to slap a brutality suit against you.

(sighs)

(sighs heavily) (door locking)

Ah...(chuckles)

Milton, they got you.

I'm not sitting near this man.

It's okay, officer.

We're old friends.

Have a nice ride, gentlemen.

Toughest guy in Green Haven.

A rat.

Milton.

Be cool, be cool.

Cool?

You spend the morning ratting me out.

For what?

More TV?

That's what friendship's worth?

Milton, don't worry, man, don't worry.

It ain't going to happen.

I won't testify against you in court, okay?

You already did.

They playing you, Milton.

Just chill out and trust me.

Just chill.

Sitting on your knee.

Very funny, huh?

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't care what hole they put you in, Dempsey,

I'm going to reach out to you.

You're a dead man.

(whispering): You're a dead man.

Wh-What are you doing?

You know what, Milt?

I ain't going back to Haven.

Just be cool.

Be cool.

You're breaking out?

Shut up!

W-W-Wait, take... take me with you.

We're a team, right?

Sydney Poitier and-and Tony Curtis?

Shut up.

Don't leave me.

Dempsey, don't leave me!

Don't leave me behind.

It's a slice, Milton.

Okay, okay, okay.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Just put it down.

Just put it down, it's empty.

It's over.

What the hell's going on?

Tony Curtis speaks.

I told you to keep your mouth shut, fool!

Help!

We got Milt's death threat on tape.

Which makes Mr. Powers' Grand Jury testimony admissible

at Mr. Winters' trial.

And we've got Mr. Powers for the Escobar killing.

You know, it's a shame,

all this trust and loyalty...

...look where it gets you.