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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.

Man:
So we go into
this place——

this SRO
up on 113th Street,

and we hear this guy,
muffled like,

going, "Help, help,"
but inside someplace.

We search.
We can't find
this guy.

This room is maybe
12' by 12'

There's not a lot
of space to hide.

Can't find him,
until Handler looks up,

and sees this guy——
jaybird naked

gaffer—taped
to the ceiling.
( chuckles )

I'm telling you——
(screaming)

Hey, hey! My dog!

He just found
something down there!

I think it's a guy
or something.

I don't know
if he's dead or hurt!

Oh, my God!
Somebody——

Back here.

It's right over here.
At first I thought it was
a glove or something.

( stammering )
Look at it.

( police radio chatter,
camera clicking )

Ready? Lift.
Yeah.

He's hurt pretty bad,
but he's not dead.

I.D.’?
Nope, nothing
on him.

Hey, Bobby, make sure
you bag it all!

( engine starts,
siren blares )

Max:
He gonna wake up’?

The nurses' pool
says no.

How much
is in the pct?
30 bucks.

If they were sure,
there'd be at least 100.

He's got a shot.
Come here, let me show you.

There's a hairline fracture
and subdural hematoma.

Bad enough,
but it looks
worse than it is.

Just a love tap.
Whoever did it
wasn't trying to kill him.

I'm sure his family
will find that
comforting.

The blow to the head
doesn't worry me as much
as the heart attack.

Heart attack’?
Caused
by the bIoW?

Impossible to tell.
He could have had
the heart attack first.

But...

there is
one odd thing.
Yeah’?

His underpants
were on backwards.

( theme music playing )

( phone ringing,
chatter)

Logan:
Ugh—— what the hell
is that?

Glass eye—— garbage.

Hey, listen
to this.

When I worked the 9th,
we'd get a scratch,
Tompkins Square,

so we nose around
the pants, the streets,
blah, blah, blah.

What do we find
under the bench?

A hand——
a human hand

with the watch
still on the wrist, ticking.

Ugh!

Brontosaurus rex——
garbage.

Rolling papers...

maybe.

Bingo!

All right!

7:00 or 8:00,
I don't know.

Dinner was on the table
when he called.

Did you know
where he was going’?

Just that he had
to work late,

and... I'm sorry.

I was up
most of the night.

These picturesjust came back
from being processed.

May I’?

Woman :
I don 't understand.

Irv doesn't wom
anywhere near
Central Pam.

Where does he work’?

Max:
So, you left
with Mr. Diamond?

Woman:
About 5:30.

He said he wanted
to discuss receivables——

over a drink
at Jangle's.

Did you do a lot of yourwork
with him over drinks?

I like myjob——
but not that much.

Thank you.

Man:
Sure, I remember him.

Comes in here once
or twice a month,

"window shopping,"

then he goes home
to the wifey.

What about
last night?

Last night he's with
some knockout

who's trying to pretend
she's got nothing
to look at.

Now me, I wouldn't
go near one like that.

First it's
"Don 't touch,
don 't touch, "

and then it's
"Why not? Why not?"
( chuckles )

Did you think
they were gonna
go take a swim,

orjust sit
on the beach?

She wasn't
interested.

The guy was in heat.
He's pawing her,

she's got zero interest
and she walks.

And. ..?
And——

in come
the "BBQs"--

Brooklyn—Bronx—Queens——

the bridge—
and—tunnel set.

Teased—hair
teasers.

He goes after
three in a row,
bim, bam, bom.

The Mike Tyson
of romance.

I mean,
dead meat.

So... I buy him
a drink,

he buys himself
a couple or three more,

and by the time
he left,

he couldn't walk.

Thanks.

Another strikeout.
What have we
got left?

Five block radius,
we got the Pequot,

the Standish,
the Stanley.

Then you get
past that——
Then?!

In his condition,
you think he'd make it
more than five blocks?

Let's work
the phones.
I don't want this
to get cold.

I don't get it, Max.
It'sjust a little
"humma—humma."

Did you see
the pictures?
So? Lots of vics
got kids.

Until you have some,
you won't understand.

Mr. Diamond——
ah, yes.

He checked in
last night,

about 8:00—— alone,

no luggage, gold card.

Maid just cleared up
his room.

The maid quarters
are downstairs?

Uh-huh.
Thanks a lot.

(steam hissing )

( slowly )
Did you clean his room
this morning?

Did you see anything
out of the ordinary?

Signs of a fight,
blood?

Did he use
his bed?

Did you find
anything in the room?

Please get it——
please.

( steam hisses )

"Personals
for Pleasure."

(chuckling)

A sports fan.

Gracias.
Don't read that,
you'll go blind.

(cart rumbling)

( mutters )
Wait a minute...

Man:
50 cents!

I've been working hotels
for 40 years,

and I ain't seen a two—bit tip
since those Kennedys
been in office.

You see what
I'm getting at?

Then this duke
asks me about

getting a gin.

And I tell him——

"A big tipper like you
don't need no girl."

And that's
when he ordered
the champagne?

No, later.
He ordered two glasses,

so I figure he solved
that problem by himself.

Now, when I get
to his room,

he's in his drawers
and socks,

and on the bed
is this blonde.

A cute little thing
with a farmgirl face.

The "farmgirl"
got a name?

E ven/one got a name,
but he don't call her
nothing that I hear.

They talk about
anything?

She's talking,
and talking to him,

and I figure she's
talking a little Iovey.

But she wasn't
talking that.

What were they
talking about?

Pool!
( cackles )

20th precinct shoots
tomorrow night, fellows.

Sergeant Greevey,
Detective Logan.

Which one of us
got a problem?

Logan: A blonde.
That's helpful.

We're looking for a young girl
with a fresh face,

happens to be a blonde.

Very wholesome,
likes to play pool.

Ring a bell?
Could be Jolene.

She in some kind
oftrouble?

I don't know
her last name.

Green League, Tuesdays.

She started playing in July.
I remember she came in
after the 4th.

What team she play on?
They call themselves
the "Femme Fatales."

Can you believe that?
Pool's "in."

We got all kinds of teams,
gin teams, gay teams.

We even got a team
of transvestites—— as long
as they pay their fee.

How does she pay?
Cash or check?

Check,
some business——

funny name.

Messilina.

Max:
Yeah?

Yeah!

Correspondence Unit
report on Messilina.

No liens,
no credit codes,
no judgments,

no records of any
Messilina Corporation.

Hold on.

I got a DEA.

County clerk?
Yeah.

"Messilina Enterprises
doing business——

as 'Poppy Catering'“

Address?

"6—8-9

East 79th Street."

That puts it
right in the middle
ofthe East River!

Thanks.

Great.

What noW?
( mutters )

Our Mr. Diamond,
maybe he'll wake up
and tell us what happened.

Oh, yeah, right.

This Diamond guy,
he's got a nice wife,

he's got three kids.
What's he doing going
to a hooker?

Your objection
moral or economic?

I'll tell you this,
I'm never gonna pay for it.

( chuckles )
Let's talk about it

after you've been married
for 20 or 30 years,

and have nothing more
to look forward to

than "more ofthe same
home cooking."

What are you saying?
You'd do it?!

Me? I'm lucky.
I like my wife's cooking.

But I don't judge.

You can never know
someone else's story.

Wait a minute!
"Poppy Catering"?

Yeah?

"Poppy Escorts"!

Pow!

What can I tell you?
That's the way I like them——

young, fresh, blonde——

wholesome, like they
just came off a farm.

Thank you.

(knocking)
Just a minute.

Be right there.

( knocking )

Coming, coming.

Here I am.
Sorry.

Hi, guy.
Hi.

I'm Jolene.

You can
call me Mike.

I'll call you "Daisy"
if you want——

but what's
your real name?

Mike.

Where are you from...
"Mike"?

( chuckles )

Upstate.

I sure hope
you have a plane ticket.

Uh...

Now, Mike...
you're not

the kind of guy
who would take offense

if I asked you
a personal question?

No, not at all.

Are you a cop?

( laughs )

No, why?
Your shoes.

Brogans.
And knit socks.

Cop shoes,
cop socks.

Look...

I'm not a cop.

It's $220
for a half—hour,

$250 for an hour,

and for that
you get "straight,"

or "half and half."

What do you say
to that-— "Mike"?

I say,
"You're under arrest."

You said you
weren't a cop.

I lied.

Isn't there some kind
of illegal thing
about that?

What? Lying?

I'm allowed to lie.
They pay me to lie.

( typing continues )

It doesn't seem right.

Maybe we can
work something out.

Like what?

We know you were
with a guy named Diamond

the night before last.
What happened?

The night before last?

I was...

"upstate."

Max!
Hospital just called.

Diamond had
another coronary.

He's dead.

I sure hope you have
a plane ticket.

You don't
understand.

I didn't realize
he was still alive.

I thought
he was dead.

I've never seen
anyone die before.

Honey, just tell us
what happened.

I called my driver.

He was waiting for me
in the garage.

He told me to split.

So I went home.

You didn't try
to give him CPR?

Oh, God! I didn't know
he was still alive.

He wasn't breathing.

I got scared,
okay?

I would neverjust
leave somebody to die.

Do you think
he would have been——

all right?

How did he get
to Central Park?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask Cookie.
Cookie Molina.

The driver.

Where can we
find him?

In his car, I guess.

He works out at
the West End Garage.

Max:
You guys know a guy
named Cookie?

Yeah, he's right
over there.
Thanks.

Yo! Cookie Molina?

Who wants to knoW?

I thought "Cookie"
was a girl's name.

Come on, get out
ofthe car, get out.

Cops!

So, tell us
about Mr. Diamond.

Never heard
of him.

Oh! I hope you belong
to a softball league, Cookie.

He must be
an all—star.

He's hitting the ball so hard,
he's making it bleed.

Logan :
Mr. Diamond——
they found

tiny, wooden slivers
in his head.

Somebody hit him
with something.

Yeah, something——
like this.

Like a bat.
Could've even
been this bat.

And since you
don't know Mr. Diamond,

we'll take it down
to the lab and see
what they turn up.

Look, the guy, Diamond,
was dead before I hit him.

Heart attack.

Logan :
Wrong order, Cookie.

Heart attack,
you hit him...

then he died.

No way, he was history
in the room.

I'm afraid
the hospital
where he croaked,

would disagree.

Why don't you just
talk it through, hmm?

BIow—by—blow.

Jolene beeps me.

I go up——

the john's lying there.

He ain't moving.
He ain't breathing.

I call Jasmine——

Jasmine?

She runs the day—to—day.
I tell her, "We got trouble."

She puts me
on hold,

comes back
a minute later
and says,

"Dress the guy. "
Diamond?

Diamond.
"Pretend he's drunk,
take him to the car,

dump him someplace,
make it look like a mugging."

So I drive the car
to the park,

dump him,
turn out his pockets,

toss his key and wallet
into the bushes.

Then you hit him.
When I told Jasmine,
she freaked.

"What did ya do that for?"
she's screaming.

It's not
my fault.

She said, "Make it
look like a mugging."

You did
a good job.

I can see
the future.

Oh yeah?
You guys are gonna
read me my rights.

( saxophone jazz music
playing )

Sultry woman:
Hello.

I'm Jasmine.

Hello.

I believe you
asked for me?

Yeah.

First time?

What?!
( laughing )

First time here?

Yeah.

Well, relax, hmm?

We're gonna have
a good time.

Did they explain
the rates downstairs?

No.

It's $250
an hour,

I... don't
do halves,

Congratulations——

you just said
the magic word.

Look at me,
I'm overweight.

Suppose I had
a bad heart
like Diamond,

doesn't that
bother you?

Give me a break.

Does Jack LaLanne
ask for a cardiogram?

Johns are big boys.

If they choose
to go to an escort
service——

You mean
"whorehouse",
don't you?

You know,
you should have
sent your partner.

I don't usually
do discipline,

but I would love
to teach him some manners.

(dry chuckle)

Whoa!
In and out——
just like work, huh?

I'm only as quick
as the guy I'm with.

You—— look like
under a minute.

Joe, her lawyer——
this guy AuCIair,

just set a new record,
bail in under an hour.

You know anything
about him?
He dresses sharp.

Aside from that.
I've never seen him
around these parts before.

Not a regular
pross-pumper.

What do you
think?

Of a hooker
who's got a lawyer
who looks like

he spends more on clothes
than I make in a year?

I think whoever's
paying his bill
ought to adopt me.

(laughing)

Logan:
What's it been,
eight hours?

I hate this.

What do we got?

Well...

Jasmine's lawyer——

Roger AuCIair, Esquire,

has never handled
a press bust before.

In the last three years,
AuCIair handled

only 34
criminal cases.

Nothing complicated,
all the rest
corporate stuff.

Favors
for corporate clients.

He's the firm's fixer.

19 drug—related
charges,

seven larceny
or shoplifting,

six assault,

wife—beating, husband—beating,
pet poodle—beating.

More dropped charges.

What do you say
we pack it in,

catch a couple
or three hours sleep?

Roach coach
is open.

Let's get some
fresh coffee.

Five possibilities
left, Max.

There you go,
have a good day.

Hey!

We should have started
at the other end ofthe pile.

Four months ago,
AuCIair starts a Theft
of Services case

against a guy
named Stringfellow,
on behalf of——

Poppy Catering!

Stringfellow's wife——
she won't pay the bill.

This is the part
ofthejob that I like.

Beautiful, Max.

Mrs. Stringfellow:
Yes, we are being sued
by Poppy Catering.

But, gentlemen,
they are not caterers.

They are whores.

Whores
my husband used.

And charged
on his gold card.

Yes, but I'm sure
I don't need to remind you

that a contract entered into
for an illegal act——

is void.

In any case,
I certainly

do not intend
to pay this bill.

It's the principle
of the thing.

And what about
the publicity?

I had a little
research done.

The woman who is running
"Poppy Catering,"

this whorehouse,

is a Winthrop.

Laura Winthrop.

Her mother
is a Matthews.

I went to Spence
with her.

Laura...

is a very capable
woman.

She holds an MBA
from Harvard.

Imagine, my husband
paid $1, 000

for four hours'
service.

That's almost as much as
I'm paying my divorce lawyer.

Got everything?
We all set?

We got our warrant,
what else do we need?

You're cranky
when you don't
sleep at night.

Cranky?
I love this.

Let's go bust
a prostitute.

Whoo!
Look at the size
ofthis place.

( doorbell ringing )

( guests chatter)

Max:
Police here to see
Laura Winthrop.

Search warrant!

Max:
Laura IMnthrop, you have
the right to remain silent

and refuse
to answer questions.
Do you understand?

How does
the defendant plead?

Not guilty,
Your Honor.

I assume you are
requesting bail?

AuCIair:
We are, Your Honor.

Prosecution does not
consider Ms. Winthrop
a flight risk, Your Honor.

However, the 35—woman
prostitution ring,

which the defendant ran,
is one ofthe largest

and most lucrative
uncovered in recent years.

Listen up, Andrew,
and get some pointers!

( laughter)
( gavel bangs )

I gather this is alleged to be
an efficiently run business?

Stone:
Thoroughly computerized,
with a client list

that includes
doctors, diplomats,

CEO's of some of the city's
largest corporations——

Judge:
Get to the point,
Mr. Stone.

Despite the impressive
list of assets,

promoting prostitution

is still merely
a Class D felony.

This office requests
bail commensurate

with the serious impact
of the crime

on the moral fibre
of this community.

Ya hear that, Andrew?
Fiber!

I told you
we all need fiber!

( raucous laughter)

Ladies
and gentlemen!

I realize it's late,

and all of us, including me,
would rather be somewhere else,

but since we are
compelled to spend
some time together,

perhaps we could
have a little order?!

Bail, $5,000.

( reporters shouting )

Pardon?
Watch your step.

Reporter:
...excessive?
No, not at all.

IMll this affect
your catering——
Yes, and they
weren't even invited.

And here I am
at night court
in my peafls——

Counselor!

You're treading water.

My client invested
in the catering business.

She knew nothing about,
and had nothing to do
with prostitution.

The records we got in the bust
give us a good start
proving otherwise.

Circumstantial
at best.

See you in court.

Winthrop: .. This city?
I can't imagine.
( reporters laughing )

It stinks.

The DA ain't gonna give you
a total walk, Cookie.

You want to nail
Winthrop?

I can sing you
a top—10 hit,

but I gotta slide
to a misdemeanor
and time served.

Give him
the walk.

If people
only knew.

Do you know how many
john's heads thisjerk

has probably
hit fungos with?

I don't care if he's
the damned "Sultan of SNat."

I'm hunting
for bigger fish, Max.

Her operation
could kill hundreds.
The deal is approved.

(phone ringing)

"Million Dollar Madam.

Blueblood busted
in prostitution ring.

Cops called her Madame."

What do
the telephone
records say?

No calls to
or from her apartment
to the whorehouse.

She's smart.

But sloppy.

Last February—— the heat
went off in the whorehouse.

Winthrop called the people
who managed the building
to complain.

She was so snobby
on the phone.

When she called, she clearly
identified herself?

Notjust on the phone,
she came in.

Oh—— would you like
a danish or some coffee?

No, thanks.
Manager:
What a scene.

You know, plumbers are not
the easiest thing to get
in New York City.

Not in the middle
ofwinter, in the middle
of the dinner hour.

I mean, it takes time,
it takes a lot of doing.

But not
for "Miss Impatience," no.

Well, maybe it's easier
in hoity—toity Connecticut.

She said she was
from Connecticut?
No!

She reminds me
of my sister—in—Iaw
from Connecticut.

Ma'am, is this
the woman who
complained?

Yeah.
( laughing )

Yeah, she even looks
like my sister—in—Iaw.

Did you copy
the whole trick book?

Just the A—Iist.
15 names, each worth
over a hundred mil.

Phipps MacKenzie,
Colin Metcalf, David Hamilton——

it reads like
the Social Register.

Child:
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

Anyone around
my base is it!

I understand
your position.

But you understand,
I'm sure, there's...

no way I could
testify.

I understand
your position,
Mr. Hamilton,

but you're gonna
be under subpoena.

I don't have to remind you
what the penalties are
for perjury.

You put me
on the stand,

and I'll make
damn sure you spend

the rest of your
insignificant career
prosecuting jaywalkers.

(sighs)

Thanks for your time,
Mr. Hamilton.

And I hope your grandson
has a happy birthday.

Ben!

( chuckles )

Looking for
our lunch date?

I didn't know
we were on for lunch.

We're not.

Oh...
Hello, Paul.

Still flacking
for the mayor?

You know, Paul, I really
love your partner, here,
so does the mayor, Ben.

He especially loves
the WOW you 've been doing
on prostitution.

He really thinks you
should have a bigger staff,
a bigger budget.

Maybe... there should be
a task force,

which as you know, since crack
has become much more visible,

much more aggressive,
a major task force——

major effort.
What do you think, Ben?

Are you
interested?

I think we ought
to put stocks——
two to a block,

guarded and heated——
all the way up and down
Broadway.

Anyone convicted
of possession of crack

has to sit in those stocks
from sunup till sundown,

with a dunce cap
and clown nose—— we'd clear up
the problem in six months.

What do you think?

If that's the way you
want to play it, Ben.

Gentlemen.

Ms. Winthrop's friends
are getting nervous.

They're going to be
looking for a scapegoat——

like maybe Jolene and Cookie
conspired to roll Diamond.

We've got to make sure Jolene
is not connected to Cookie.

Check the bat,

make sure her prints
aren't on it.

Get a sample of her blood,

make sure there's no match
with the blood found
on Cookie's bat.

All cliches are true.

Such as?

"Politics makes
strange bedfellows."

Murder two?!
That's absurd.

Diamond died.
You can't prove that was
a result of a blow to the head.

I think I can prove
your client had reckless
disregard for human life.

Bull!
Yeah? Let's see what
thejury has to say.

Counselor!

All right,
all right.

She'll plead
to promoting
prostitution.

I want her
to do time.

What are you,
a religious fanatic?

And more than one year.
Iwant prison, notjail.

AuClair wants
to make a deal.

And?
I'm tempted.
Is that the lab report?

The wood fiber found
in Diamond's head matches——

Cookie's bat.
The blood type
on the bat——

Matched Diamond's?
Some of it does.

There are
other types.
So, what's the problem?

All the lab reports
came in——

including Jolene's.

Her blood
was on the bat?

No... it wasn't that,
but...

there's a new blind screening
program for HIV.

She's got AIDS?

Makes her a hell
of a compelling witness.

The public health angle
is explosive.

Actually, I'm glad
you called, Mr. Stone.

I've decided
not to testify.

I'll plead to
the prostitution charge.

I'm sorry.
I really am.

I know
you were counting
on my testimony,

but Laura Winthrop's
been good to me.

That's not
why we're here.

It's not?!

Why?

The blood sample
that was taken...

it became part
of a blind test.

What kind of test?

An AIDS test?

They did an HIV test?

Yes.

No.

No, I was tested.

Two months ago.

All positives
are double—checked.

(forced laugh )

Health food.

Robinette:
We've got her nailed
on the prostitution charge.

It's the other charges
that are gonna put her
behind bars.

As my Dad used to say,
"Unless you're holding
a full house——

jacks high or better——
call, don't raise."

Your dad was
a philosopher.

With Jolene and Cookie,
I'm still in the game.

Sounds like
a low pair to me.

Yourwife has been an invalid
for 14 years, is that correct?

Yes.
Stone:
During that time,

have you had any occasion
to use the services
of prostitutes?

Witness:
Yes.

Stone:
How many?
Maybe... 2,000.

Have you ever used
the same woman twice?

Not often.

Most of the girls
weren't worth using once,
let alone twice.

( laughter )

What about
Jolene Curtis?

Jolene?

I used herwhenever
she was available.

She's very, very good
at what she does.

What does she do?

Oh, she gets you
very, very excited.

Whatever she does,

is it hard
on the heart?

She's hard
on everything.

( laughter )

Stone:
Mr. Hamilton, can you tell me
about the whipping incident?

What I did at Ms. Winthrop's
establishment,

didn't exactly involve
any whipping.

Wasn't a whip
in the room?

Was anyone
holding the whip?

( faintly )
The young lady.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
Would you please speak up?

The young woman...

was holding the whip.

I don't recall her name.

Your witness.

I know
how awkward——

how embarrassing

this situation
must be for you.

I wonder
if you would mind

elaborating
on your visit

to Ms. Winthrop's
service?

With the young woman,
about the whip...

she only used it
to dress up.

Playing...
make—believe?

Yes.

AuClair:
Helping to alleviate

the perfectly
understandable

ennui that comes
after so many years
of marriage?

They're
buying it.
Yep.

Cookie:
Jasmine had to check
with IMnthrop whenever

there were problems
with the clients.

Stone:
These clients, were they
generally healthy or not?

Sure, the service
had clients

who weren't in
the best of health.

Men with bad hearts,
like Mr. Diamond?

I don't know about
Mr. Diamond's heart.

Did any other of her clients
have bad hearts?

Look, their hearts——

that's not the part
of their anatomy

the girls were most
involved with.

Answer the question,
Mr. Molina.

A lot ofthe guys
I drive,

I heard them complaining
to the girls

about their wives,

their work.

They're a tense breed——
workaholics.

What was Ms. Winthrop's
attitude toward them?

I never met
Ms. Winthrop.

I know, but you must have
overheard conversations
she'd had about them.

Yeah, with Jasmine.

They were
in the coffee shop
near the service.

They didn't see me.
They were joking about
the "hard—driving johns."

What was her
attitude?

Objection.

Supposition on the part
of the witness.

He has no idea
what Ms. Winthrop
had in mind.

I'll rephrase
the question.

Can you tell me exactly
what Ms. Winthrop said?

Oh, yeah,
it stuck in my mind.

She said,
"A deuce——"

that's a two—hour
session——

"will either kill 'em
or cure 'em,

and I don't care
which,

as long
as their gold cards
are still good."

AuClair:
Your Honor, this man
is despicable.

He's made
a deal to walk

Yeah, but it didn't
affect my memory.

I hear you're
in trouble.
Check
your sources.

Molina gave us an early
Christmas present.

( chuckles )

What was AuCIair's
reaction?

Still wants
to make a deal.

Yeah, well...
you want my advice?

Make the deal.

You can't prove
IMnthrop gave
the order.

Why not?

What makes this case
so important?

Adam,
you got me wrong.

Are you going
to make a deal
with AuClair?

No, I mean they're
all important.

(sighs)

It's going to be
very bad if she walks.

She won't walk!

Stone:
As a member of the Health
and Human Resources Board,

you woflred on the ma yor's
AIDS white paper?

I did.
In that report,

how many prostitutes
were presumed to be
HIV—positive?

From 70 to 85%.

It's difficult
to be more precise because
of the virus' incubation time.

It ranges from months
up to 10 years.

Thank you
ven/ much.

I onlyjust found out
I've got the AIDS virus.

Stone:
How many men did you have
sexual intercourse with

in the 18 months you woflred
for Ms. Laura IMnthrop?

800.

Maybe 1,000.

Am I missing
something here?
she's our witness.

Watch.
And during
those 18 months,

you worked solely
for Ms. Winthrop?

Yes.
Sto n e :
Your witness.

Ms. Curtis...

I'm sure that
you 're aware,

the incubation period
for HIV

can be up
to 10 years?

Yes.
Ms. Curtis,

were you a virgin

before you began
your association

with Poppy Escorts?

Mmm...
(nervous laugh)

A simple
"yes" or "no"
will suffice.

No.

No further questions.

Redirect,
Your Honor.
Go ahead,
Mr. Stone.

Jolene...

before you
went to work——

for Ms. I/Ifinthrop,
how many men had
you slept with?

Three.

And to your knowledge,
are they all healthy?

They're very healthy.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

AuClair: Ms. Winthrop,
are you concerned about
the health of your employees?

Yes, I'm quite concerned
about the health of my girls.

Along with
regular check—ups,

I insist they carry
medical insurance.

You urge them
to seek psychotherapy?

Yes, that's one
ofthe reasons

I insist they carry
medical insurance.

It pays for the therapy.
We do encourage it.

Thank you.

Your witness,
sir.

Ms. Winthrop,
this insistence
on health insurance,

and medical
check—ups,

do you do this
out of altruism?

Let's say—— enlightened
self—interest.

If my male guests were
to pick up a bug——

Ms. Winthrop, do you
consider AIDS a "bug"?

AIDS is a very
serious disease, Mr. Stone.

That's why I don't want anyone
in my little family infected.

So you screen
prospective employees

and if any ofthem
tested positive——

I wouldn 't
hire her.

And they wouldn't be part
of your "little family"?

My “little family“
was the best

finishing school
on the East Coast.

Girls came to me
without education,

without wit,
without class.

I taught them how to speak,
how to dress.

Aftera year, these
naive young women

learned
sophistication.

And for that, Ms. Winthrop,
shame on you.

You act as though
I don't care about them.

Let's talk about that.

Have you ever tried
to help any ofthese girls,

like the ones
that you didn't hire?

No.

Ifthey had ever
tested positive for AIDS——

They would have to stop
working for me.

In the past
three years,

how many of your
long—term employees

have stopped
working for you

because they tested
positive for AIDS?

I'd say
about a dozen.

Have you tried
to help any ofthem?

No.

Have you visited
any of them?

Have you?

No.

Do you even know
what's happened to them?

Tried to find out?

No.

I've never tried
to find out.

Ms. Winthrop, how much
money do you make from
your business in one year?

In this past year?
Yeah.

I really
don't know.

$1 00, 00?
Probably.

One million?
I don't
think so.

Oh?

I do think
you do think so.

I think that you made
$1 ,672,000.

At least,
that's what you stated,

on your New York State
income tax return.

And with all
that money,

you didn't help
these girls once.

And as for your customers——
Ms. Winthrop,

have you ever tried

to contact customers

and warn them
that they had slept

with women who are
HIV—positive?

( faintly )
No.

Ms. Winthrop,
I can't hear you.

Would you please
speak up?

( normally )
No.

So isn't it true, Ms. Winthrop,
that you are creating

an atmosphere of reckless
disregard for human life

which must inevitably
lead to someone's death,

one way
or another?

All right, Stone,
what do you want?

Make me an offer.

Winthrop:
Why don't we hear Mr. Stone's
thoughts on the matter first?

I think it might be
more appropriate if you
let your lawyer handle this.

If you don't mind,
I find this quite
fascinating.

How about involuntary
manslaughter?

I can be out
in five years, right?

Two and a half
with good behavior.

I'm always
on my best behavior,
Mr. Stone.

It's a deal.

Reporter:
Excuse, me, Miss,
can we get a comment

from you on
the Winthrop case?

You were the foreman
of the jury,

could you tell
what the verdict
would have been?

I can't speak
for the others——

she seemed like
such a nice girl——

uh, a real lady.
Still...

I probably would have
voted to convict.

Thank you.

Robinette:
Maybe you shouldn't
have done a deal.

Maybe...

but it ain't bad
for a pair oftreys.

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