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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.

"Rich, handsome, Ivy League grad..."

You been putting that one in again?

He wants "a devoted 20-year-old."

He should get himself a horse.

Hey, Wilson!

Come here!

LOGAN: It's like the Wild Wild West.

Everybody's packing now.

Hey! Whoa!

And every joker and his uncle's got an assault rifle.

So what's that mean, every rookie's gotta have a semi-automatic?

Hey, you ban submachine guns,

I'll be happy with my .38.

Tell it to your congressman, will you?

The body's really wet.

I think he was drowned.

Oh, yeah, well, they drown them in the Hudson,

they may pull them up and they dump them here, see?

If he'd been drowned in the Hudson,

he'd have dissolved.

Yeah, well, they soaked him in something.

Everything makes sense.

Shot, then drowned.

Male, 35 to 40.

Shot with a .22.

One in the chest-- went right through--

two to the right side of the head.

Afraid they'd miss the brain, huh?

Ripe one.

Breathe through your mouth.

Slugs went to ballistics.

Did you get a label for the tux?

Yeah. Tailor-made.

Sugarman, Fifth Avenue.

Prints? Sent them out,

but wouldn't count on them.

The body was a Popsicle.

Ice crystals in his organs.

He was frozen.

Frozen?

How long?

That party he was dressed for?

I'd say he was on his way four or five years ago.

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Five years and they got nothing?

Skinny guys, yeah.

Big guys-- Missing Persons has zip.

The tailor who made the tux is dead, has no records.

LOGAN: not homeless...

no one cared enough to miss him?

Somebody cared enough

to freeze him.

15th street, meat packing district--

meat freezer?

They don't freeze meat.

It goes out fresh to stores and restaurants.

Ten-block radius of that Dumpster--

let's do all the restaurants.

After five years, what are we even looking for?

Well, how about something that might place the body there?

You got a better idea?

And if we don't find anything?

We do the next ten blocks.

Cerreta: one more restaurant freezer,

I'm never eating out again.

Now, this place, they kiss each other on both cheeks.

You need a gun to make a reservation.

I got the gun; I don't do cheeks.

Yo! Yo!

You mind if I take a look, do you?

Yeah, okay, but the condenser's busted.

It's gotta be replaced.

You know, this really ain't a good time.

Is that right? it going to be

we have to get a warrant?

I know what you guys are looking at.

You want the health inspectors to throw my food away, right?

Take it easy.

Tell him to get out of there.

My orange juice is going to go bad.

Yeah, laugh.

It's funny, huh?

You guys don't know when to let up.

You always make your orange juice

wearing a tux?

The man's in the restaurant business.

He doesn't stow bodies.

You know, the Forcelli family disposes of more bodies than fettuccini.

A stiff turns up in your freezer

and you don't know anything about it?

Cerreta: Your father ran numbers.

Your uncle is under indictment for racketeering. I'm not...

I got an I.D. pn the prints.

A Mr. Joshua Foster, Broadway producer.

File's coming from midtown south.

Oh, that's great.

Why the hell didn't Missing Persons have something on him?

Why does it always rain on my birthday?

Somebody screwed up.

Don't take it out on me.

What about this guy?

Well, he can't be too high

on the Forcelli family ladder.

No felonies.

What are you pushing me around for?

Mario...

do you have any pals on Broadway?

Yeah, the counter man at the deli on West 47th Street.

Yo, what is this crap?

I'm in Curacao working on my tan.

I come back, they find a stiff in my freezer.

I freaked out a little bit, okay?

Disposing of a body?

That's obstruction and accessory to murder.

What's wrong with you guys?

I called around.

"Anybody hit last week? What's in my fridge?"

Wait a minute. He's going to whack someone,

he'd stick him in his own freezer?

Let me tell you guys something for the last time, okay?

This ain't ours.

We didn't whack this guy.

We want your employee records

for the last five years.

And then maybe we won't hit you with obstruction.

Do you understand me?

Wash your hands of this.

Well, thank you, thank you very much.

( slams phone down )

You break it, you pay for it.

This is an investigation?

You have three detectives on here.

They were all sleeping, I guarantee you.

Mario's busboys and waiters,

most of them don't have records.

No guns, no homicides.

All right, let's start with the sister.

She's the one who reported him missing.

Yeah, she's a high school teacher.

Maybe she's with the Forcelli mob. Good.

What side of the bed did he get up on?

The side with five-year-old cases

you're not going to break.

I always expected a phone call.

"We found your brother."

Hmm, you thought somebody had killed him.

No. I mean, before he disappeared.

I always thought they'd say he was in a gutter

on the bowery.

What, a big Broadway producer?

He was only successful after he died.

After Bleak house.

Josh did three. But before that,

They all ran for a total of 11 nights.

Sometimes I even had to pay his rent.

He was a failure.

get a date He couldn't even

in high school.

I mean, he was finally normal.

He had this big show, he was in love.

Who was he in love with?

Who else? An actress.

Leslie Hart.

Without Joshua, I don't know where I'd be.

I, uh... wasn't much of an actress.

He told me I could be a producer.

That was his way--

fixing everybody's life.

Did he have debts-- Mr. Foster?

Did he gamble?

He gambled on the theater...

and me.

The play Bleak House.

Well, a friend of mine wrote it. We were kids.

He just waved his magic wand...

"Close your eyes, wish...

I'll make it happen."

Did he seem at all preoccupied to you-- worried?

About the show?

Wedding?

"Could we do it after the opening?"

Crazy things.

"Should we serve shrimp or lobster?"

In the first investigation,

you told the police that you weren't concerned

that he didn't come to rehearsals.

Or the projects, meetings...

It wasn't unusual.

Did Mr. Foster have connections to organized crime?

You mean the Mafia?

Yeah.

Joshua hardly had any friends.

How about his partner...

Mr. Wallace?

Gary would know.

MAN: Five, six, seven, eight..

One, two, three, four...

Hey, where's your attitude, folks?

Come on. Take it again.

Alan...

uh, ten minutes?

Okay. Take ten, guys.

Well, like I told the police five years ago, I'll, uh...

hardly knew him.

You invested with a man you hardly knew?

Detective, I have people-- doctors, dentists--

they like owning a part of the Broadway musical.

Me? I wouldn't invest money in the second coming.

The day before his sister reported him missing,

did you happen to talk to Foster?

Five years?

It's hard to remember.

Well, you told the police, quote:

"My driver left me at the theater.

I expected Mr. Foster, but he never arrived."

if that's what I said, I'm sure it's true.

Your partner disappears.

It seems like you might remember

when you last talked to him.

Either you're not very subtle, or I'm paranoid.

Am I a suspect?

I'm just testing your memory.

He brought me a property,

I produced it.

I had no reason to, uh, hurt him.

So he hardly knew Mr. Foster, huh?

Oh, sure, that makes sense--

didn't know him, couldn't kill him, right?

What about the girlfriend? How old is she?

29. So?

Five years ago she's 24, he's 39.

Yeah, well, May-December romance is not exactly unheard of.

Yeah, but December usually comes with Santa Claus.

Mm-hmm.

Look, Foster didn't have a dime.

He's poor, she's beautiful.

She's an actress--

she's got guys hanging all around her.

She's going to fall for Mr. Big dreams?

This Miss Hart

and this partner who doesn't know him,

if those are his friends, well...

Where you going?

Jimmy, Phil.

Pull some yellow sheets for me, will you?

You're buying this?

Wallace and Foster were partners,

but they were strangers?

Then there's the girlfriend.

Foster's sister tells us

he couldn't get a date at the senior prom.

This actress latches on, and he disappears.

Fellas, I'm not arguing with you

but a motive would be nice.

I wouldn't trust either one of them with my laundry.

Oh, great. Absence of trust-- that will get you

an arrest.

No, but this might.

"Hart, Leslie:

soliciting for prostitution."

She was 22. No time.

Year later, criminal possession: coke.

Pled down to a misdemeanor.

Sweet, innocent kid.

Okay, it's a start.

The writer of this show-- Hyland,

he went to college with her.

Try stimulating his memory.

Barbra Streisand...

Hey, Neil Sedaka would have been okay.

I just wanted to sell a song.

Did, uh... did Foster miss a lot of these rehearsals?

A new third act-- I was surprised he didn't come.

Well, now, Mr. Hyland, you told the police five years ago

that you weren't surprised.

So, I mean, you know, which is it?

CERETTA: Your old college friend, Leslie Hart--

did she seem worried?

Uh... I suppose so.

Suppose? You didn't ask her?

You write songs, make up lyrics.

Try writing a melody called "Accessory After The Fact."

That week we were supposed to rebuild some sets.

They didn't do it.

Josh said they were running out of money.

The day he disappeared, did you talk to him?

Look, I didn't want to accuse anybody.

The show-- if it didn't happen, I would have been nowhere.

If you withhold evidence, you're going to be somewhere

and not this nice.

Gary and Josh were seeing new investors.

Josh said he'd be at rehearsal that night with good news.

He never came to the theater.

So, did Wallace come up with the good news?

Gary came late.

He looked sick.

Said it was bad seafood.

Said he never saw Josh, didn't know where he was.

You believed him?

I made mistakes.

I was young.

You make a right turn from the left lane, that's a mistake.

Prostitution and drug dealing?

I was broke.

It was an escort service, not sex for money.

No. Drugs for money.

CERRETA: Can we tie something down here?

The night Mr. Foster disappeared...

I told him, all of it--

the drugs, everything.

You were at rehearsal?

I... guess.

Five years ago.

I've lived a lifetime since then.

Mr. Wallace was with you that night?

Um... he probably would have been.

He wasn't out with Mr. Foster, looking for investors?

Your production-- we heard

they were cracking open piggy banks for it.

They were running out of money.

Well, Josh and Gary never told me.

I... Maybe...

I know that week

he was seeing a woman named Marilee Katz.

She books charity parties.

They were running out of money.

Why do you think they came to me?

You don't look like a banker.

Theater charity parties, Detective.

You don't need a banker.

I take your show to the United Way

for their annual benefit, they fill your entire theater.

Did you sell tickets

for Bleak House?

Do I look like I'm crazy?

I don't book a show if I don't think it's gonna open.

I mean, everybody knew that

that show was in financial trouble.

The night you talked to Wallace,

you want to open your diary now and tell us

when he was here?

The I.R.S.-- they tell you seven years.

After two field audits, I keep my diaries forever.

Gary Wallace, he produced more dogs than a mongrel in heat.

Do you really think that Gary could have done...?

I mean, whoever killed Josh Foster,

it wouldn't have been somebody like Gary.

The time he was here, please. Thank you.

Sorry.

I saw him 6:00 p.m..

Had a dinner reservation--

Denovi's in the Village, 8:00 p.m..

He had to be out of here by 7:00.

7:00 to 9:00, Wallace could have been anywhere.

It doesn't nail him.

What else have we got?

We don't know where Wallace was.

We don't know where Hart was.

The original investigation?

That could have been in Swedish for all it tells us.

Too many young detectives.

Gentlemen, now for me, if I was gonna get shot,

I'd like to be wearing a tux.

You'd hit all the big parties, would you?

For this kind of occasion, I'd rent.

The blood splatter, see how it's pulled?

He was sitting down.

On what?

Something soft.

I'd say a cushion, sofa...

Could have been a bed.

How about a car seat?

Possible.

Maybe.

Young detectives.

Again?

We love the theater.

That rehearsal, the one that Mr. Foster missed--

you were there all night?

You remember where you were five years ago?

Yeah-- I remember that I wasn't in business

with a man who disappeared.

Look, you said you were driven to the theater, right?

So? It's a crime to ride in limousines?

You use a service? Your own car?

I had a driver.

Still got him?

I fired him.

He used to leave a shot of bourbon on the dashboard.

It made me nervous.

You remember his name?

Yeah, it was Danner.

Lloyd Danner.

I hired him from some service.

He worked for me maybe six months.

And do I remember anything else about him? No.

Danner, Lloyd:

Dannemora, five to 15, criminal possession two.

A knife fight-- died in the yard.

That's convenient.

Mr. Wallace remembers his driver who just happens to be dead.

The cellmate, Paul.

It's our only shot.

Cons talk to cellmates.

Let's offer the cellmate a deal.

Uh... Pollard. Major narcotics.

Judge McKay says he should stay in his cell till he rots. Come on.

We don't cut this guy a deal, there's no use talking to him.

This crime is five years old, Paul.

McKay says if it's absolutely necessary.

I'll drive.

Good.

Okay, so you spent a year in a cell with Danner

and you might remember.

Lloyd had his fingers in a lot of pies.

What flavor you want?

I saw the papers. Body in a Dumpster?

You can read; that gets you a diploma, not a deal.

How about a frozen pie?

Newspapers say anything about a freezer?

I got two years yet.

I want to be out by my wedding anniversary.

That's next week.

If you have the right information,

your sentence might get reduced to time served.

Write me a ticket.

Oh, ho-ho-hold.

Before anything gets written on paper,

you tell us about that freezer.

Paid hit.

Lloyd kept calling him "the frozen fat man."

Paid by who?

How did they get rid of the body?

Lloyd's brother-in-law.

Stuck it in a freezer.

Gabe Hunt.

Sound familiar?

Gabriel Hunt-- works at Mario's.

The dishwasher.

Yeah, Mario's.

Where's my ticket?

MAN: Come on, crap from some con you made a deal with.

Mr. Hunt worked at the restaurant.

With 20 other people.

You never know what a grand jury's going to do.

Hindering prosecution, third degree.

No, no. The D.A. says hindering two,

and the deal dies if it turns out

Mr. Hunt held back.

Lloyd calls me and meets me at the restaurant,

a stiff in the backseat...

why he got dead, I don't know.

You pry open that bench in the freezer?

Lloyd had to ditch the guy quick.

You know, figured we'd go back.

Two days later, Mario fires me.

I figured, "What the hell? Who will find him?"

Must have done wonders for the car upholstery.

We cleaned it up,

took it back to the dealer.

Come up with a name.

Big place, 12th Avenue.

Eisenstein.

Mr. Gary Wallace, leasing here for years.

Always Cadillacs?

Cadillacs-- that's the United States of America.

Like Columbus.

Columbus was Italian.

Cadillac was French.

Five years ago, October,

Mr. Wallace returned a car, and we sold it.

Yes, I have the owner.

I know the law.

Why you have to dismantle my car, constable?

Answer me that, no!

I'm sorry, Mr. Rowley.

At the moment this car is a crime scene, not a car.

Lot of customers won't travel gypsy cab.

She's not a luxury model.

She take my entire savings.

I know that.

The slugs from the body match the slug from the car.

Dried blood inside the seat.

It's too old for DNA, but it's a match

on Foster's antigens, proteins and enzymes.

85% is the same.

Inside the seat, wool from the tuxedo

and it's a perfect match.

And no motive.

Come on, Paul, this case is five years old.

We make an arrest, maybe we shake a motive loose.

If Foster wasn't killed in Wallace's car,

somebody in the same tux with the same gun was.

You can't put Wallace in the car.

Hey, his alibi stinks.

I don't know.

It doesn't shake out, we'll look imprudent.

If we don't arrest, we're gonna look worse.

If that driver starts talking about his car,

somebody's gonna add it up.

Call Rikers. Get Mr. Wallace a cell.

Have we got a clerk here?

Is he on break, or what?

The People v. Gary Wallace.

The charge is murder, second degree.

Is the defendant ready to enter a plea?

Your Honor, if it pleases the court...

Mr. Cobb, you couldn't please this court

if you danced an Irish jig on your fingertips.

Can we get a plea?

Not guilty.

Somebody talk to me about bail.

Your Honor, a five-year-old crime...

My client is a respected businessman.

Whose car was used in the crime, Counselor.

Mr. Robinette?

The people request 200,000, Your Honor.

All cash.

Mr. Robinette,

do you know me to be vindictive?

Bond will be fine. 300,000.

Where's my clerk?

Five years and a slug in a car seat.

That's a murder case?

It's grounds for an indictment.

One plus one equals zero.

No motive plus no witness equals no case.

Josh Foster was my friend.

Friend?

You told the detectives you barely knew him.

Get an indictment.

I'll have it dismissed before it's typed.

( sighs )

He's not going to give us a motive.

Somebody had to have a motive.

Leslie Hart lied to the cops, and she has a record.

Joshua was so innocent,

you wanted to make sure he wore his overcoat in the winter.

He didn't wear it when he was shot.

I didn't see him that night.

And Mr. Wallace?

Gary wouldn't kill Josh.

It was that, uh... driver, what's his name?

He was, like, out of a gangster movie.

You know about gangsters? Drug-dealing gangsters?

I dealt drugs because I was poor.

The night Mr. Foster disappeared,

you told police that you were in rehearsal.

We can't find anyone who saw you before 9:00.

This Lloyd... whatever his name is...

he killed the man I was going to marry

and I didn't come here to be accused.

You should have held off on the arrest, my friend.

Getting us where?

The case was high-profile before we touched it.

You have an old crime.

You have no motive.

What do you mean, no motive?

A lot of money floating around before Foster died.

I go looking for motives,

I find the old standbys-- ambition and greed.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,

you'll need something a little more specific for a jury.

You know, I had a call this morning from Bart Sharman,

Producer's Alliance.

He says that Wallace isn't respected,

but nobody thinks he's a murderer.

What is this, a trial-by-popularity poll?

I don't know who gave the order,

but Hart and Wallace were there.

One of them ordered that driver to kill Foster.

I'd bet my shoes on it.

Hart may be a candidate,

but the hit man was Wallace's chauffeur.

What kind of record did he have?

His yellow sheet started in the womb.

Does somebody want to tell me

how an ex-con keeps a chauffeur's license?

Thanks.

Six months before Foster disappeared,

the driver had a hearing-- Taxi/Limousine Licensing Board.

He lost his license.

And got it back.

Character testimony.

Gary Wallace?

And Leslie Hart.

God bless her, she kept calling him "what's his name."

Couldn't remember him but testified for him.

Third character witness:

Hyland, the songwriter.

Well, Hart and Wallace, we'll never break them,

but Hyland, we may have a shot.

Leslie asked me to do it.

Danner seemed perfectly nice.

A violent ex-con?

Manners out of Amy Vanderbilt, I'm sure.

I didn't know about his record.

It was a character hearing, not a meeting of his fan club.

You have to understand,

Leslie...

she's... persuasive.

What did she persuade Foster of?

I will call you as a witness.

I'll ask you, "Why did you testify for Danner?"

If I find one iota of evidence,

you'll find yourself indicted as a co-conspirator.

The afternoon before Josh disappeared,

he asked me if Leslie was cheating on him

with Gary Wallace.

Wearing tuxedos all the time,

hanging on Leslie, he was so pathetic.

He said if Leslie was using him, he wouldn't go through with it.

Go through with what?

He wouldn't raise more money.

He'd let the show die.

She cheats on him, and he's ready to toss away $7 million?

All I know is, they're out of money,

Josh disappears, and then everything's fine.

Foster disappeared, and the problems went with him.

If we can find out where Hart and Wallace got the money,

we may have a motive.

Ben and I've checked the bank records--

Hart, Foster, Wallace, the partnership.

Which partnership?

The musical-- the general partners.

Find out if there's a separate account

for the limited partners, Foster and Wallace.

Two checks, $500,000 each

from different holding companies

deposited to the partnership account

in Hart's name two days after Foster disappeared.

Who controls the companies?

Cocaine dealer named Ketchum.

Now he's into heroin.

Cocaine... Ketchum...

Leslie Hart's drug bust eight years ago.

Ketchum was busted with her.

The money she invested in the show-- $1 million--

he did a deal with her, right?

He's done well for himself.

Townhouse on East 83rd.

Guess who else he was in business with.

The dead chauffeur--

Danner.

Let's find out who his lawyer is.

This is a discussion of his finances?

Your client has the wrong friends.

Josh Foster's murder?

Oh, please.

Mr. Ketchum was in the drug business

with the hit man.

I didn't serve a day.

Neither did Mr. Foster's girlfriend.

ROBINETTTE: Leslie?

I lent her some money.

There's no record she paid you back.

I'm generous.

What have you got?

Loose threads.

Which we'll turn into a rope to hang your client.

The Bleak House money, your client's checks,

the money was invested in Leslie Hart's name.

That's a title 18 felony.

You have nothing-- lending money isn't a crime.

Neither is having the wrong friends.

Next time you want to make my life unpleasant,

do it over the phone.

I said title 18 felony-- he didn't blink.

Why's that? That's what I asked myself.

A clear securities violation.

He's not worried?

There's only one answer.

Bigger problems on his mind.

He's already under federal indictment.

Racketeering, drugs, extortion.

He gets convicted of that, he's up for 30 years.

If I'm about to hear what I think...

Call the U.S. Attorney's office, Herb McCann.

Forget it. They're not doing us any favors.

Adam, please, this woman uses people like Kleenex.

I don't want her to walk.

Get McCann to help us.

Oh, I tell you...

McCANN: Elliot Ketchum?

He gets a deal over my dead body.

We have a dead body, with three holes in it.

Ten months. 2,000 man-hours into Mr. Ketchum.

I make a deal with him, my staff guys will revolt.

I have a five-year-old case,

doesn't break without him.

What's in it for me?

One less defendant to convict.

You want to use Mr. Ketchum, here's the plea:

he testifies against his co-conspirators--

three federal counts, three years on each count.

Nine years?

What are you, his lawyer?

I'm not bargaining here. Nine years.

Ketchum will never go for that.

Yeah, that's your problem.

You want to make a deal?

I'll testify for you.

The Feds drop everything.

Where are you planning to retire, Mr. Ketchum?

I'm too young to think about it.

Think about Kansas.

The Feds add title 18 to your indictment,

your golden years will be in Leavenworth.

Suppose the Feds will take a plea.

Suppose you already talked to them.

Suppose I did.

You testify against your co-conspirators,

three counts, six years each count.

Eighteen years?

Mr. Ketchum will take his chances at trial.

You want to get back to us...?

STONE: Make an offer.

You give us immunity on this case

on the three federal counts, three years each.

Nine years total.

Nine years?

It's hard to imagine

the U.S. Attorney will settle for that.

Well, it's hard to imagine my client will help you

if they don't.

Make your call.

How long should this imaginary call take?

Let 'em stew.

Ten, 15 minutes should do the trick.

Nine years.

You cooperate, it's a done deal.

Lloyd Danner calls me,

says Leslie wants to move 70-80 pounds of coke.

She tell you why?

She wants to buy into this show.

Get this fat man Foster off her back.

Says if she owns a piece of it,

she can get rid of him.

Call Cerreta and Logan.

You know, there's a lesson in this.

Never fall in love with an actress.

Rex Harrison said it.

They never stop acting.

Miss Hart?

Leslie Hart, you're under arrest

for the murder of Joshua Foster.

Is this some kind of a joke?

A sketch for your new show.

Will you put some cuffs on her and get her in the car?

Hands behind your back, please.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

we sold some drugs together.

Now, on this occasion, five years ago,

when Miss Hart asked you to purchase cocaine,

did she tell you why?

Objection. Calls for hearsay.

Overruled.

Utterance in furtherance

of the conspiracy.

JUDGE: Mr. Ketchum?

KETCHAM: some people had fronted her some coke.

She wanted some of her own money in the show,

Otherwise, she'd have to marry this fat slob to get anything.

When the narcotics were delivered,

did Mr. Foster say anything to you?

KETCHAM: He was nervous, shaking.

I think, "This jerk doesn't know cocaine from shoe polish."

He's watching Leslie unload the trunk, and he says real loud,

"She's beautiful, isn't she?

"But if she did anything to hurt me,

I'd call the cops on her."

Did Miss Hart hear what he said?

She heard, and she didn't like it at all.

Mr. Ketcham, did you recommend

that Miss Hart hire Mr. Danner as a driver?

She wanted muscle.

She said you never knew it might come in handy.

Thank you. No further questions.

Who paid Mr. Danner's salary?

As far as I know, uh... Wallace.

HANLEY: So Miss Hart never hired him?

No, not really. No.

Mr. Ketchum, this federal indictment--

in your plea bargain,

you agreed to how many years in prison?

Nine years.

What was the maximum sentence?

30 years, give or take.

You saved yourself 21 years.

Is that an inducement to tell the truth?

Objection!

Withdrawn.

I have no questions with this witness.

Have you ever seen the defendant Gary Wallace before today?

About a year ago.

The visitor's room in Dannemora.

He came to see Lloyd.

What was Mr. Danner's mood after the visit?

POLLARD: Lloyd went nuts.

He said they knew he was up for parole

and they were talking about that he'd better watch his back

and not talk about the fat man if he got out.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Pollard, what crime did you commit that put you behind bars?

Dope dealing.

Is that all?

Was there an assault conviction

for beating up a 56-year-old woman?

That was my sister-in-law.

Well, that certainly makes it acceptable.

No further questions.

I waited for Josh to show up.

He said that they'd be there with a new investor.

STONE: At this rehearsal,

were either Mr. Wallace or Miss Hart present?

Mr. Wallace, he said that he would be there about 8:00.

He got there about 9:30, and Leslie showed up

half an hour later.

Now, this conversation with Mr. Foster--

when you told him that Mr. Wallace and Miss Hart

were not romantically involved,

did he say anything?

He said he thought I was lying.

Thank you.

Mr. Hyland, were you ever romantically involved

with Leslie Hart?

We... um...

briefly, in college.

HANLEY: Did you ask Miss Hart to marry you?

Yes, I did, but...

Were you jealous of her other relationships?

Did you speak of your jealousy

in front of other people?

Are you testifying today out of anger?

No, I... no, no, no...

I... I was over her.

Thank you. No more questions.

SCHIFF: A spurned lover.

Wonderful.

He didn't tell us.

And two dope dealers-- better.

This isn't the style page of the New York Times, Adam.

Scummy case, you get scummy witnesses.

Right.

What if I offer Hart man two?

Offer whatever you want.

Dinner in the Rainbow Room, round-trip ticket to Paris.

If I were her, I'd wait for the jury.

Hart rolls, Wallace takes aplea,

we all go home.

Yeah, maybe not.

If you don't put Wallace or Hart

next to the gun,

forget a conviction.

Conspiracy two.

She testifies Wallace paid the driver to kill Foster.

Miss Hart, I must be dumb.

You dealt the drugs

you got the money, but Wallace gave the order?

It was Gary's idea.

I loved Josh.

I was a kid, for God's sake.

You love him, but you didn't call the police.

I was afraid they'd kill me, too.

Danner was afraid you'd kill him.

You're afraid he'd kill you.

I think you're confusing fear with greed.

Manslaughter one.

Mr. Wallace smells bad to that jury, not my client.

Conspiracy one.

Maybe Wallace has a better story.

Whose story the jury going to believe?

Mine.

One ex-con, okay?

I underestimated how bad two would look.

Hyland didn't help.

"I loved Josh."

"I was just a kid."

She's a better actress than she gives herself credit for.

Without someone who saw Wallace or Hart

in the car with the body...

We could call a medium.

The driver can testify from the grave.

Maybe he can.

Danner was paid for the hit.

His brother-in-law put Foster in a freezer.

So?

Brother-in-law Hunt.

Doesn't he ask for a piece of the action?

If Hunt was paid and lied to us...

You think he's stupid enough

to leave a trail?

An intellectual giant he's not.

This man cooperated.

We had a deal.

If you tell the truth. You never told us they paid you.

How do you know?

Shut up.

Mr. Hunt...

you knew about the hit in advance--

that makes you an accessory to murder.

Paul?

Two days after Foster disappeared,

Mr. Hunt deposited $10,000 in his checking account.

Lucky at Belmont?

HEALY: You can't prove where that ten grand came from.

If I have to find everyone he so much has had coffee with

in the past five years, I will

and I won't be in the mood to take a plea.

I wasn't there when they killed him.

That's enough.

Accessory to man two.

He enters the plea after he testifies.

You could get the testimony and change the plea.

You have to trust me on this one.

Lloyd and me put the body in a Dumpster in the alley.

What did you tell Mr. Danner?

I said, "Come back 2:00 in the morning."

We'll stow it in the freezer."

Was anyone else in the car?

Well, this guy came out, didn't say anything

ran and flagged a cab.

Is that man in the courtroom today?

He's sitting over there.

Let the record show

that the witness is pointing at the defendant, Mr. Wallace.

Let the record so indicate.

Thank you.

Mr. Hunt, have you pled guilty to a felony in exchange

for lenient treatment and your testimony today?

No.

Wait a minute.

I have the record.

Your Honor, may we approach?

A copy of the plea as entered.

Vacated yesterday.

And you have a new one in place?

No, I don't.

Are you going to let him get away with this?

With what, Mr. Cobb?

If there is no guilty plea in place,

the witness answered truthfully.

No further questions.

Mr. Hunt, you testified

you saw Mr. Wallace leave the alley.

Did you also see Leslie Hart?

No.

Have you ever seen her before today?

No.

Thank you. No more questions.

It's a good story.

That's the truth.

Criminally negligent homicide, six months.

STONE: Negligent?

He left a loaded gun

that went off by itself?

Manslaughter one, six years.

Manslaughter two, two years.

Mr. Wallace, you knew she killed him.

You did nothing.

Accessory to man one-- still six years.

Take it or leave it.

That lunatic bitch.

I should never have gotten in the car.

WALLACE: Well, we left the drugs

and started driving back to the theater.

STONE: And then what happened?

WALLACE: And Josh looked at me and Leslie.

He said, uh...

"You two think I'm stupid."

And he... called Leslie a whore

and said he was going to call the cops

and tell them he knew where the...

where the money came from.

And how did Miss Hart respond?

She told Lloyd to stop the car.

And what did Mr. Foster do?

Tried to get out.

Lloyd locked the door from the front

and Leslie said, uh...

"Do it now."

And Lloyd shot him in the chest.

Once?

Well, Leslie said,

"He's still breathing.

Shoot him again."

And Lloyd...

bent over, shot him in the head...

twice.

I begged Gary not to do it.

He told me if I said anything,

he'd have me killed, too.

Did you tell Lloyd Danner to kill Joshua Foster?

No. No, I didn't.

I was in love with him.

No more questions.

Miss Hart...

you testified that you didn't know

Mr. Wallace's driver well.

Is that correct?

That is correct.

That you had no personal relationship with him?

He was Gary's driver, not mine.

No further questions.

Anything more, counselor?

No redirect.

The defense rests, Your Honor.

Permission to call a rebuttal witness, Your Honor?

The Taxi and Limousine Licensing Board

always holds a hearing.

If you're convicted of a felony

you can't keep a vehicle-for-hire license.

Miss Radley, did you secure a recording

of Mr. Danner's hearing for the district attorney?

Yes, I did.

Your Honor, People's exhibit #31.

Permission to play the tape?

Objection.

Sidebar, please.

The prosecution held that tape back.

We asked for all such records under discovery.

We never had any of them in our possession.

We made no copies of the transcript or the recording.

He's right, Miss Hanley.

This is a badly drafted discovery motion.

Overruled.

You may play the tape.

LESLIE ( on tape ): I've known Mr. Danner for more than a year.

He's a close friend.

RADLEY: Do you wish to make a statement concerning his character?

LESLIE: Despite his record,

I believe Lloyd to be reliable and conscientious.

I'd trust him with my life.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Leslie Hart's filing an appeal

based on the withheld tape.

She'll lose.

Three lovers, none of whom she loved.

And they didn't even exist for her.

No one's real to her.

We're all actors in her play.

Foster didn't die.

He just left the stage.

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