All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.S01E10.Prisoner.of.Love.1990.DVDRip.x264-TVV_track3_[eng]-en

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: I get home at midnight,
she wants to jump my bones.

I want to sleep. She says
I don't pay enough attention.

I don't love her.

Ubi, give her a kiss,
tell her that she's

the best thing that
ever happened to you.

That'II shut her up.

(police radio chatter)

Check this out.

(siren blares)

Go! It lets out
on Spring Street.

Cop: Hey--

(gasps)
Huh--l

(gasps)
Damn.

Who'd want to steal
this stuff?

Yeah, well,
who'd want to make it?

Hey, Pooly...

This one's real.

Logan: No sign of forced entry.

Max: ID?

Lease says “Victor More.“
Pays three grand a month.

Premises rented
for work only.

Some work!

If I did stuff like this,
I wouldn't advertise either.

Look at her eyes.

They look
like marbles, huh?

She ain't half bad.
I'd take her out
for coffee.

He makes 'em,
dresses them up kinky,

and then
photographs them.

Yo, Pooly!

These two guys in leather--
Batman and Robin--

you sure they
came out of here?

When they saw us,
they ran.

The camera was in the lot,
print on the steps.

Whoa, this looks like
the camera was snapping
while he died.

Someone wanted
a souvenir.

That's sick!

Well, you know what
the Bible says, Max,

"As you sow--
so shall you reap.“

Nobody deserves to die.

Woman:
He hasn't lived here
for months.

Just what exactly
are you looking for?

Ma'am--

we're just trying
to find out what happened.

What happened is that
somebody killed my husband.

Softball?

The Soho Artists' League.

Victor's a baseball fanatic.

Me, too.

Victor always said
there were--

three ways you could tell
what somebody was like.

"How they ran the bases,

the books they read,

things they saved. "

"Frank's Diner"?

Around the corner.

Victor liked
to sketch there.

"Elaine's.“

My agent took us.

"The Iron Bar"?

Max:
"The Iron Bar"?

Bartender:
The man with
the baseball cap?

He's been in here
a couple of times.

And last night?

(shrugs)

It's crowded.
Ijust serve 'em.

Maybe I'll walk
around the block,

maybe your memory'll
get better.

(glass breaks)

Or I'll get angrier.

All right, all right,
he was here, all right?

Hanging on some
weird blonde.

Weird what?
Bleached, what?

Weird like Marilyn Monroe
back from the dead,

but 6'2“, with these blue-green
stripes in her hair.

Where might we
find this lady?

She works
in a leather shop--

The Erogenous Zone.

In belts, you want
only alligator.

In harnesses,
saddle leather,

like a good
briefcase.

Or a nightstick.

You hang out
at The Iron Bar?

Those rough types
aren't for me.

My milieu, a place
called Best Friends--

in the West Village.

Gay preppies, the ones
with “Dartmouth" and “Yale"
on their t-shirts.

You were at
The Iron Bar
last night.

I wanted a club soda,
it was close.

500 bucks?

Newborn calf.
Vat-tanned.

We're the only store
in New York that carries it.

Who buys this...
stuff?

That leather has no grain.

It's like wearing skin.

Reminds you the animal
was once alive, if you like
that sort of thing.

Did you leave with
Victor last night?

I didn't
know the man
from Adam.

He wasn't looking
for me anyway,
he wanted Brian--

who used to belong to me.

My father's gonna have a stroke
if my picture's in the paper.

All right, Brian,
come here.

Get outta here,
sit down.

Just tell us
what happened.

I was wearing
a Ieatherjacket he liked.

And...

he asked me if I wanted to be
in a performance art work.

Okay? So I was tempted.

Your father
would have loved that.

You get a little
adrenaline going.

Like you-- when you chase
some guy down a dark alley,

and maybe he's got a knife,
maybe he's got a gun.

And you never know
what's going to happen.

You and me,
we're a lot alike.

You didn't leave
with Victor then?

There was something--
something about him
I didn't trust.

Let me get this
straight.

You're asked out
on a date by a guy,

who publishes
pictures of people hanging
upside down in chains,

and you're tempted--

but there's
something about him
you don't trust?

Yeah.

Died of?

Asphyxiation during
a state of sexual arousal.

You ever hear of
anything so damned stupid?

Something must
have gone wrong.

Yeah-- he died!

So you're saying
he hung himself voluntarily?

This gentleman
played some...

pretty dangerous
sports in his day--

burn scars, cuts,

healed fractures.

What's the official
cause of death?

You can rule out
natural causes.

Cragen:
“Artist Hangs--

Not a Pretty Picture.“

( sarcastic )
Great! This is great.

“Dirty Pictures--
Death Imitates Art.“
And this is only the first day.

What do you want
us to do about it?

The case is boiling,
I'd like to turn the heat down!

Look, it sells
as a suicide.

Fine! Sold!
Wrap it up.

( Max sighs)
Damn it!
What? What is it?

The Polaroids.
Somebody else was there.

Even if they didn't
hang him, it's still a crime
to facilitate a suicide.

Okay...

go back to the wife,

and see if Victor came home
a little banged up with
no explanation.

Logan:
She doesn't have a clue.

The guy's Jekyll and Hyde.
She married Jekyll.

Take her through it
again, Mike.

People always know things they
don't think they know, ya know?

Gimme a minute, huh?

What is it?

Take me off
this one.

Come on, Max!
You know I--

I'm burned out.
This thing disgusts me.

This guy's pictures--
porn!

If that's art,
Hugh Hefner's
Michelangelo.

Max, a man is dead here.

You're the one saying
it's not a suicide.

What do you want me to do? Lie?
There was somebody else there.

Chances are,
living that life,

he'll be dead in
a couple of years anyway.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's going to the same place.

What-- what--
what are you talking about?

I'm a Catholic.

Maybe it's old-fashioned,
but I still believe in sin.

Remember sin? Right and wrong?
I don't know if it's harps,

or pearly gates,
but whatever it is,

these freaks aren't going

to the same place
you and I are. Okay?

Wow.

I can see this
leading to a whole new
penalogical outlook--

we will only
pursue homicides

where the vic died
in a state of grace.

I'm not kidding
about this.

Neither am I.

After 26 years in, I gotta
tell you it's not about

the people
involved in the crime,
it's about the crime.

Yesterday--

we walk into
this leather bar,
high noon,

the place still reeks
of stale sex.

We're not talking about
beautiful people here--

Request denied!
If somebody else was there,

then you find them
and you charge them.

I would start
with the wife.

Logan:
Did he ever
come home hurt?

I'm on the road a lot.

Just in the last year--

things changed.

He was mugged.

Last August.

Last April.

Last November.

He was mugged a lot.

Married 15 years.

She thinks he was
just taking pictures?

Come on!
Could you keep secrets
like that from your wife?

Don't kid yourself.

Everybody's got secrets.

(sniffs)
...On the weekends,

he picked me up
and sometimes we'd go out
and have a nice day.

Sintra, this is
Sergeant Greevey.

This is Sintra More,
Mr. More's daughter by
his first marriage.

My father did not
commit suicide.

Ms. More,
I know it's--

I grew up in
my father's world.

Yeah, Daddy was bisexual.

Anyone that knew him
knew that.

But he never would have
committed suicide.

This may not
mean anything to you,

but he was my father
and I knew him.

He was happy, very happy.

He was excited
about the POPA show,

but even if he had been
massively unhappy,

he would never
have committed suicide.

How do you know?
He was Catholic.

Man:
This is a very
sick picture, gentlemen.

but it's a very
good print.

Forefinger, perfect.

- What else you got?
- Oval smudge on the back,
could have been gloves.

So at some point,
our friend took
one glove off.

Must have.
Oh, and the guy had
oil on his hand.

Some kind of
acidic base,

lemon oil, maybe.

Great. Now all we got to do
is print everyone who knew him.

Victor had ConEd bills
like the national debt.

Heh.

Bought a Sam Cooke
collection-- my taste
in music.

Armani suits!

Not your taste
in clothes.

Gave to Big Brothers,
Save the Earth,

World Education.
Guy had a social
conscience.

That's the only
kind of conscience he had.

Sent a check home every month
more than my salary.

Good son, took care
of Mom and Dad.

Hey, he should have taken
better care of himself.

Whoa! Bill of sale

for one of his pictures--
dated yesterday.

To be picked up
at his loft in the p.m.

Name and address?

Logan:
60 East 77th Street.

Yes?
Do I know you?

Max:
No, but I know you.

Henry Rothman.
The Commissioner
of Artistic Affairs.

Sergeant Greevey,
Detective Logan.

How do you do?
May we come in?

You see this painting?

I paid $3,000 for it
20 years ago.

Now it's worth 30.

That one over there,

that's a Metzger.

Got it for $1,000
in 1972,

now it's worth 60.

That Zowa there,
paid 10 grand,

worth 70.
The Victor More,
I paid $4,000.

And 20 years from now?

(chuckles)
Well, you know...

you buy a good
bottle of wine,

you put it
in the cellar

and you hope
it doesn't turn
to vinegar.

Did you know
Victor More well?

No...
cocktail parties,
gallery openings.

I met him
a few times.

Did you pick up
your photograph yesterday?

Stuck in a meeting,
couldn't break away.

You better get it.

He won't be taking
any more pictures,

so you probably
doubled your money.

Max:
I don't know, Mike,

when I was your age,
we had scandals, but...

Maybe the rich
are different.

They weren't weird like this.
Some jerk caught

running around on his wife,
some chippie caught cheating
on her old man.

Nowadays-- whoof!

Yeah, like the guy
in Palm Beach--

had the wife
who did it with
the trumpet.

What do you do
with a trumpet?

In the middle ages,
artists painted Madonnas.

In the 19th century,
they painted water lilies.

Andy Warhol signed a soup can
and sold it for a fortune.

Artists paint what the public
has an appetite for.

What about
his private life?

As far as I'm concerned,
Victor More was either

a pornographer who got lucky,
or he was an opportunist

who created for the market.

Either way...

he was no artist.

How did he get lucky?

Victor More had
many talents.

One of them was...

photography.
Another was...

getting grants.

Grants-- from the city.

That's my job.
I decide who gets
your tax money,

and mine,
for artistic work.

Mr. Rothman doesn't
decide that?

Oh, yes,
Mr. Rothman
decides too.

Mr. Rothman has
the final authority.

The city gave a lot
of grants to Victor More.

Don't ask me to explain
Mr. Rothman's taste--
he has none.

His decisions are arbitrary,
and have nothing to do with art.

Ms. Swenson,

didn't you approve these grants?
Your signature's on them.

I approved them,
I didn't approve of them.

Why did you sign them?

Mr. Rothman is
the commissioner.

I work for
the commissioner.

l have to sign the forms or
they won't disburse the check.

Does that make it clear?

Mr. Rothman and Mr. More,
were they close?

Financially,
or... personally?

Are you saying
that Mr. Rothman--

I shouldn't engage
in gossip.

Three months ago,
this $50,000...

That one... I registered
my disapproval in writing.

Mr. Rothman overruled me.

But at least Mr. More
didn't get the money.

That $50,000
was an attempt

to elevate Mr. More
out of the gutter.

It's paying for
a show of his work

at the Pavilion
of Popular Art.

Captain thinks
he's got a media problem.

How about the commissioner
sleeping with the victim?

Maybe she's got
an axe to grind.

Rothman's
in a scandal,

she gets made
commissioner.

Or maybe she just
finds him as disgusting
as I do.

You like this?

One of our young
curators liked it,

I think it's junk.

And Victor More?

His death didn't make
his pictures any better.

But you're still gonna
give him a show?

Let me explain
something to you,

that show is being put on

because the city put up
part of the money,

and the rest
of it is coming

from one of our
private patrons.

Let me take a guess--
Henry Rothman.

Mr. Rothman could
hardly afford it.

Elizabeth Hendrick.

As in the Hendricks
who own the entire world?

Would you do this show
if Hendrick and the city
weren't paying for it?

Detective,
there is no art
without money.

Max:
Ms. Hendrick,
the circumstances

of Victor More's death...

don't you find
that shocking?

Van Gogh cut off his ear.

Edvard Munch hung half
of his paintings in the woods,

where they
ended up rotting.

Gauguin abandoned his family
and went to Tahiti.

Art would be
much more pleasant

if we didn't have
to deal with artists.

Did you know Mr. More
or... his friends?

I understand Mr. More
was a private person--

You seem surprised
that I'm not shocked.

I'm surprised you are.

You have to deal with...

what do the newspapers
call it-- “sleaze"

all the time.

The sleaze we deal with
doesn't usually end up
hanging in a museum.

Victor More
was a good artist.

Would I want to sit down
to dinner with him?

No.

I'm sorry.

I am late for a meeting,
so if there's nothing else...

Logan:
You've never carried
these with gold chain?

We might have.

And you don't know
Elizabeth Hendrick?

The customer's
don't wear name tags.

Ijust take
their money.

Mike, I must be crazy,
but why do I think
Cathy knows

exactly who
Elizabeth Hendrick is?

And I might be crazy,
but I think a lot of
the respectable citizens

that come and buy
this sicko stuff
might decide

they didn't need it if
we put a police cruiser
out front.

Ithink
Elizabeth Hendrick

might have been in here
once or twice.

Or more.
Yes, maybe.

Maybe three
or four times.

I have received
over 100 phone calls
in the last hour.

A commissioner is being
dragged through the mud,

and it looks
like we're responsible.
I hope you have something!

It gets worse.

How can it
get worse?

What would you say
if I told you Elizabeth
Hendrick is connected to this?

That's worse.

Logan:
Doesn't everybody who works for
the city get printed?

You do--
commissioners don't.

Find Rothman's
prints somewhere.

See if he was in the army...
or something.

What about Hendrick?

Unless she served
on a grand jury

or applied for
a gun license, good luck.

Rothman:
Are you telling me

that I am a suspect
in the murder
of Victor More?

Yes, sir.
You are.

Could you tell us
where you were
that night?

Look, |, uh...

I have a wife
and three children.

I have a wife
and three children
myself.

Then you'll realize
why I'd prefer it

if where I was that night
didn't become public.

Can't guarantee that.

I was with another woman
the night Victor More died.

Elizabeth Hendrick.

I was home alone
that night.

You didn't see
Henry Rothman
at any time?

( chuckles )

You're not suggesting
that I'm having an affair
with Mr. Rothman?

Actually,
Mr. Rothman suggested--

Detective, I went to bed
early that night--

alone.

Boy, oh boy, they are
really letting Rothman

swing in the wind.

He says he was with Hendrick,
she says she was alone,

neither alibi works.

So maybe they're
both innocent?
Or both guilty.

We put one of them
in the room with More,

the DA will go
for manslaughter one.

All the DA wants
is a signed confession.

The DA needs--
(phone rings)

Cragen!

Yes.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Hendrick's print doesn't match,
Rothman's does.

I think it's time we paid
Mr. Rothman a visit and read him
his rights, gentlemen.

Max:
Commissioner Rothman?

Uh, honey,
excuse me
a second.

We're late
for the theater.

Sir, if we could
just have a moment
of your time.

Yeah-- go on, go on.

What for?

We have a warrant,
Mr. Rothman.

Woman:
A warrant?!

Listen to me.

Just come away with us.

Don't make me
have to cuff you

and read you your rights
in front of your kids.

Just a minute.

Look, I'll catch up
with you at intermission.

Go on.
It's nothing.

It's a mistake.

The charge is manslaughter
in the first degree.

How does
the defendant plead?

The defendant pleads
not guilty, Your Honor.

The defense makes
a motion that the defendant

be set free on
his own recognizance.

Your Honor,
if it pleases the court--

Just a minute, Mr. Stone,
she isn't finished.

Go ahead, Ms. Stohlmeyer.

Your Honor, my client
has no criminal record.

He has obvious
ties to the community.

He's a respected
and distinguished man.

Your Honor, this is a homicide
of a gruesome kind.

Prosecution feels
that ball is essential.

We recommend $100,000.

Your Honor, my client
presents no risk of flight.

$100, 000 is
ridiculous.

Mr. Stone's recommendation
is a little high,

but this is a homicide.

Ball is set at $50,000.

Are you deliberately
trying to make this
unpleasant?

We trained you pretty well.
How do you like it on
the other side?

The pay is better.

Is that your problem?

Ijust don't like the class
of client you chose--

murderers, drug dealers.
You should be more
discriminating.

And you should be
more discriminating

filing
manslaughter one charges.
You haven't got a case, Ben.

That fingerprint
could have been

on that Polaroid
months before
More died.

You can get a grand jury
to indict a ham sandwich.

If you indict Rothman,
you're crazy.

Erica, your client's alibi
has been refuted by
his alibi witness.

Elizabeth Hendrick
has made a mistake.

I assure you
she'll tell the truth.

Erica will argue
that More consented
to being tortured.

She can just about
prove that he liked
being beaten up,

but I can
work around that.

You can consent
to being tortured, but you
can't consent to murder.

You still have
to prove intent.

Do we know that Rothman
wanted to hurt him?

We will.

Rothman absolutely
at the scene? Fingerprint?

Polaroids are identical,

practically down
to the shadows of the ones
the police photographers took.

That'll fly.
ljust want to be clear
about one thing.

I don't care
what consenting adults

do in their bedrooms
or elsewhere.

That's their business.

But Rothman's
a public figure.

He's a role model.

He has an obligation
not to behave like this.

And Hendrick,

if she's involved,
go after her.

ldon't want even a hint
of a double standard
for the rich.

We've got to put Rothman
at the scene more convincingly.

Go back over
the evidence.

Tear his life apart
until something turns up.

The medical examiner's
report says there was oil
on the victim's body.

Can you match it to the oil
in the fingerprint on
the photograph?

I get it-- you want
to put the body

and the photograph
in the same timeframe.

If the hand touched
his body and the picture,

it means the picture was
taken the night he died.

That's right.

We're working with small amounts,
I don't want to damage the print.

Can you do it?

Ask me tomorrow.

The tox scan is negative.
No heroin, no coke,

no codeine, nothing.

Run another tox scan.
See if you can find--

Whoa, whoa!
Who's paying for this?

It's a homicide investigation.
Stone'll approve it.

The man hanged himself.
Does it matter what he had
in his blood?

It matters.

What are we
looking for?

Synthetics--

MDA, speed, methaqualone.

Exactly what I'd take
if I were going to hang myself.

There's no
case here, Ben.

My client is not compelled
to rescue somebody who's
risking his own life.

That's one way of looking at it,
I think he's guilty
of manslaughter.

Then why do you
want him in front
of a grand jury?

I want to know
what happened.

Grant him immunity,

and he'll testify
against Hendrick.

If he pleads
to manslaughter one,
that's discussable.

You can't convict him
of manslaughter one!

That's what juries
are for, Erica,

to decide which
one of us is right.

I'll talk
to my client.

The commissioner
always treated me fine.

He's a fine gentleman.

He never
had an appointment
with Victor More?

I keep his appointment book.

You've worked
for other city agencies?

I was secretary
to deputy commissioners.

And Commissioner Rothman
never did anything out
of the ordinary?

He has these
long phone calls,

and sometimes
I couldn't get him off
to go to meetings.

He'd talk right through them,
an hour, hour and a half.

And when he came out,
he'd be all pale and sweaty.

The local usage details
for Rothman's home phone

have dozens of
long calls to Hendrick.

On the weekend,
four, five, six
times a day.

Hers have
as many calls
to him.

The night of the murder?
A call from Rothman
to Victor More.

What the hell were Hendrick
and Rothman

talking about
the rest of the time?

You are only going
to indict because he's
being hung in the press!

Stone:
Somebody got very careless here
with a human life, Erica.

Your client
still has no alibi,

Hendrick hasn't budged.
She never even saw him.

You want to tell us about
your relationship with her?

Maybe we can
help her change her mind.

I have nothing to say
about Ms. Hendrick.

Commissioner, you know what
our prisons are like these days?

You're going to be
in one for a long time.
You want to go alone?

Ms. Hendrick will do
the right thing.

Let's go, Henry.

Judge Fadenhecht?

Judge Fadenhecht,
Your Honor?

I hope this
is important,
Mr. Stone.

I need
a tap warrant.

Anybody going to put
my ass in a sling
if I say yes?

You got cause?
Rock solid,
Your Honor.

(flushing within)

Phone my office.

Rothman's voice:
Elizabeth, I need your protection.

You have to tell--
Hendrick: Henry!

You do exactly
what I tell you.

Yes, Elizabeth,
whatever you say.

First, Henry,
keep your mouth shut!

Especially with that
moron lawyer of yours.

Second, don't talk
to the prosecutors.

Third, don't call me!
Do you understand?

Yes.
Yes, what?

Yes, Elizabeth,
I understand.

Sure sounds like
she could have been with him.

And it sounds like
he's her slave.

Literally.

Adam::
If she's into this scene,

if she is
the dominant one,

what was going on
that night?

Woman:
Every relationship, Mr. Stone--

work, at home
with your wife
and kids--

every relationship
is about power.

But I don't beat
people up for kicks.

A dominatrix, a woman
who plays the dominant role
in a sexual relationship,

would she play the same role
in another situation?

Not a sexual one,
but one that was...

emotionally charged?

It's learned behavior,
operant conditioning.

Press the right button,
you get the right response.

The question is,
finding the button.

Forensics says the oil
on the Polaroid fingerprint
is the same as on the body.

That ought to establish
the picture was taken
when More died.

This is gonna be
a pleasure.

Adam, new tox report.

Victor had methaqualone
in his blood.

Probably black market
from Goa.

If he was on 'Iudes,

diminished mental capacity.
He was in no condition
to protect himself.

Time to put a little pressure
on the commissioner.

Why not on Hendrick?
She was the one in charge,
he's the weak one.

Because the only
pressure on Hendrick
is Rothman.

That doesn't seem right.

Paul, we have
one murderer we can
indict by a hair,

and another one
we're not even near.

Something's gotta give.
It's going to be
Commissioner Rothman.

Ben... you ready
to make a deal?

You're not
going to like it.

I'm going
to indict your client
for manslaughter one.

Unless you have something
I don't know about--

Do I have to file
a discovery motion?

Victor More
had methaqualone
in his blood.

A jury is not
going to believe

that he had the capacity
to protect himself.

Nobody intended
to kill Victor More.

You have to prove
intent and you can't.

( knocking )

Have a seat,
Mr. Rothman.

We were just discussing
your state of mind the night
you killed Victor More.

I thought we were here
to make a deal.

Sit down, Henry,
and don't say anything.

No matter what you think
my client was doing
with Victor More,

this was a guy
who begged to be hurt
as part of the game.

He was a masochist.
He didn't beg to die.

I'll tell you what I'm
going to tell the jury--

if there ever is one--

Victor More
committed suicide.
You can't prove he didn't.

Try me.

Criminally negligent homicide--
he serves three months maximum.

We stay with
manslaughter one.

Your client
waives immunity,

I'll recommend a minimum sentence
if he rolls on Hendrick.

He 's insignificant.
He 's a cog.

She ordered him
to do what he did.

His mistake is he still
thinks she can help him.

I'm in charge here.
I'll crush your client.

We're not
talking dirty pictures,
we're talking death.

A crime has been committed
and the guilty will pay.

Does he want
the deal or not?

Forget it.

I forgot it.
No deal.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute!

It wasn't me.

She did order me
to do it.

I wanted to save him.

She wouldn't let me.

I guess you get
your deal.

We have court-ordered
permission to search
the premises.

This warrant covers
your apartment,

your car and all your
personal possessions.

Would you like
some coffee?

Robinette:
Ben!

Yeah?
Looks like
black market 'Iudes.

Maybe the same kind
they found in Victor.

Man:
Mr. Stone!

This is locked.

You have the key?

It's my hope chest.

What were you
hoping for?

You have three
consenting adults,

consenting to certain activities
and games and one of them dies.

Who is responsible?

You think Hendrick is.

And all I have is
the uncorroborated testimony
of an accomplice.

I think in Albania
that gets you a conviction.

What about the pills?
Tough.

If they're chemically the same,
if an expert witness doesn't
knock the toxicology,

"circumstantial"
isn't the word--

try, the jury laughs
on the way out.

No law against
owning a Ieatherjacket.

There might be one
against what you do
when you're wearing it.

Okay! So I sold Ms. Hendrick
the leather, so what?

Ever hang out
with her?

Is that a joke?

How well do you know
Elizabeth Hendrick?

Look, I--

don't get close
to the customers.

They're all playing
with 51 cards.

Cathy, a man is dead.
It's about murder.

There's a couple
of clubs,

one where a lot
of rich people go.

It's Club X.

(voices yelling,
music blares)

You've got some
Amazon blonde freak

who says this
Hendricks person
was here?

And you--
I say, get the hell
out of my club.

I'll be back
with a subpoena.

I can't discuss
my customers.

It's like doctor-patient
confidentiality.

Mr. Celine, as legal adviser
to the grand jury,

I advise you that the law
of the State of New York

recognizes no such privilege
and confidentiality,

and I direct you, sir,
to answer the question.

I run the place,

I'm not responsible
for what goes on in it.

You are here under subpoena
and under oath.

You will answer the questions
or you will go to jail.

Your own attorney
will verify that for you.

Therefore,
I ask you again, sir,

was Elizabeth Hendricks
a dues-paying member
of your club?

She was a member.
She paid dues.

What did she do
when she came to your club?

She--

she liked to have slaves.

What did she do
with her slaves?

She liked to watch things...
get a little out of control.

How out of control,
Mr. Celine?

Last month,
she had this slave--

and it got crazy.

Damn near
killed the kid.

Gary--
Gary something.

Pardee!

Gary Pardee.

Gary...
you got hurt.

It's our business
if people get hurt.

Who actually
hit you?

It was Rothman.

She told him to do it,
but itjust went

a little further
than it was supposed to.

Why didn't you
press charges?

What does that
make me look like?
I agreed to it.

It was probably my fault
for getting involved
in the first place.

Don't force me
to testify!

It'll ruin my career.

I'm perfect
for young dad parts
in commercials.

He's useless at trial.

He'd be
a reluctant witness,

and you can only bring him in
if the character issue
is opened up.

Worse. If he says
it's his own fault,

he can be used
against us.

It makes
the responsibility
question real muddy.

And on that evening,
did you hurt Mr. More?

Ms. Hendrick--

told me to slap him
on the legs.

You slapped him
with your hands?

Yes. No--
I was wearing gloves.

And where was Mr. More
when all this was happening?

He... was standing
on a chair,

with a noose
around his neck--

and he lifted his legs--
off the chair.

He...

accidentally
kicked the chair over.

I went to pick it up--

but Ms. Hendrick
ordered me not to.

Elizabeth Hendrick
ordered you

to let Mr. More
hang to death--

and you did?

You have to understand!

I had to do
what she told me.

You had to do
what she told you?

It was part of our game.

It's still 10 million miles
from Hendrick.

Even with the drugs
and diminished capacity.

Our own case says her role
in the death is indirect.

If I can get her
on the stand...

I can bring her down.

You know that Henry Rothman
killed Victor More, don't you?

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

At least we have
that straight.

Elizabeth,
I recommend--

I'II handle this, Jay.

On the stand,
if you were effective
in presenting your side,

you'd clear yourself.
You grant me immunity,

and then I'll testify
against him.

I'm afraid
I can't do that.

That's what you're
going to do, Mr. Stone.

You don't think the grand jury
will believe you, do you?

You never know, do you?

I'II waive immunity.

I'll see you
at the grand jury.

Thank you.

She has to engage me.
if she doesn't, it'll
make her look weak.

That's one
of the longest shots
you've ever played.

She wants
to dominate me.

I'm gonna give her
the chance.

That question has
an ugly implication,
Mr. Stone.

( meekly )
I'm sorry.

Could you...
rephrase it for me?

You asked if I
gave the men drugs.

You implied I gave them
illegal drugs.

Mr. Rothman
and Mr. More took drugs,

but not because
they got them from me.

I'm sorry
if I offended you.

You were
accustomed...

to playing games
with Mr. Rothman,
weren't you?

Mr. More invited me to join him
in what he called--

“a performance art work.“

We were rehearsing it
with Mr. Rothman.

We'd done this before,

but the men were never
very good at it,

so I was doing
my best to help them.

I left the men alone
forjust a few minutes.

When I returned,

I found Mr. More dead...

and the chair...
several feet away.

Mr. Rothman was
sobbing on the floor,

and he kept saying
over and over again,

"I let him die."

It was a tragic mistake--

made by incompetent men.

I know I should never
have left them alone.

You “knew" you should
never have left them alone?

Does that mean you knew

that Victor More would be hurt
if you did?

I mean--

I know now,

I shouldn't have
left them alone.

She sounds crazy.

The question is,
does she sound
crazy enough?

The question is,
does she sound
guilty enough?

Hey, Ben...

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Rothman has told me

he feels his previous testimony
was incomplete,

and he's asked
for an opportunity
to expand on it.

I lied to you
the last time I testified.

I am solely responsible
for Victor More's death.

Ms. Hendrick was not
in the room at the time,

I take full
responsibility.

Did you have a conversation
with Ms. Hendrick during lunch?

Mr. Rothman, I asked you,
did you have a conversation
with Elizabeth Hendrick?

Yes.

Did she order you to come
back in here and change
your testimony?

I killed Victor More.

Just the way
she ordered you to,
the night Victor More died?

Ms. Hendrick had
nothing to do with it.

Mr. Rothman, you realize--

that these statements
will invalidate

the plea bargaining
which you entered into?

Ms. Hendrick had
nothing to do with it.

(sighs)
Stone...

Max Greevey. I'm in the late
Henry Rothman's office.

I think you should
get over here right away.

(laughing)

Mr. Stone, I didn't
expect to see you here.

You may not have
heard the news yet,

but your friend, Henry Rothman,
killed himself this afternoon.

He couldn't face jail,
I guess.

Hung himself
in his office.

Did anyone take a picture?

No, no one took
any photos,

but Henry left some.
Polaroids of you...

watching More die.

You have the right to remain
silent and refuse to answer
questions.

Do you understand?
Anything you do say

may be used against you
in a court of law.
Do you understand?

You have the right
to consult an attorney...

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