All language subtitles for MICHAEL HAYES Ep. 15 _Imagine_ Part 2_ (1998) David Caruso

Make the move. Whoa!

And one. No way.

And one. Technical. Technical.

Technical.

Let's go.

We'll play football with rules.

Oh. All right. That's the line.

He's eight for eight tonight. With a
little help from his friends.

Whoa! Make that nine for nine, Marv.

Uncle Mike, it's a climb. A guy with a
shot like that's not an all -star.

Uh -huh, huh.

You are raising a heck of a sixth man
here, Caitlin.

Sixth man?

I kicked your butt. Mm -hmm, mm -hmm, mm
-hmm. They caught me. No problem.

Nice shot.

Val told me you got a job.

Caitlin. Michael, it's my life, and it's
time I get on with it. Right.

Where is it?

Hennessy's. On Roosevelt.

Yeah, it's a nice place, Michael, so
don't start with me. Okay.

All right. Doesn't this two guard need
to get the home run?

Two guard? You mean point guard.

You mean point guard. Keep going. Come
on, Danny.

All right. This will be good for me.
You'll see. We'll see.

All right. Have a good day, guys. See
you.

It's not exactly the end we had planned,
but all's well.

Sounds like you're satisfied.

I tracked Von Wagner for eight years.

Would I have liked to see him to trial?

Of course.

But I'll tell you one thing.

He strings himself up, the world is a
far better place.

Well, there is an excellent chance that
this wasn't a suicide, Agent Becker. You

say tomato?

We say suicide.

Go ahead.

Knock yourself out.

Not my department.

I thought you were smug, John.

Let me guess. The FBI has cleared its
books on the bombings. Well, the prime

suspect's dad is more cost -efficient.

Van Wagner was depressed and humiliated.
You know, maybe he just couldn't stand

to face the inevitable media circus.
Sure. He hung himself without leaving

prints on a belt he shouldn't have had
in the first place. I know I believe

that. It's fight 101.

Paranoids don't commit suicide.

I just, I think it's time to face the
obvious. With Van Wagner out of the way,

it ties it up in a neat little package.

Okay, do you think we're maybe getting
just a little carried away here?

Okay, John, explain the bomb sent while
Van Wagner was hospitalized.

That's what I thought.

Look, if someone was smart enough to
kill Warren Boyd and then frame Von

for it, I think he'd be smart enough to
put the proper postage on his mailbox.

We, um...

We need to look deeper into the Boyd
brothers and we need to understand what

Willie Boyd found in that leisure.

And more importantly, why was Van Wagner
killed and who's behind it?

And the number one choice for killing
Van Wagner?

Tommy Ritigliano transferred down from
Danbury pending some kind of motion.

A birdie saw him lingering outside the
shower room day in question.

What do we know about it?

Buddy's names end in vowels.

And I'm not talking Shapiro.

You want company?

I'm good.

You need something hollow.

Like a kill for a cup of coffee doesn't
hurt when I'm pissed. That's right.

Figure of speech.

Jeez, loosen up, will you?

My zipper down one.

I want to stay right here. There's a
double bill at the Midway. Midway hasn't

played double bills in a long time, I
hear. Yeah?

Well, if you haven't noticed, I've been
out of town a while.

Why is that, Mr. Ticliano?

Well, what is this? Meet the press.

Call me Tommy Cap on account of my
pension for cappuccinos. Tell me about

Van Wagner, Tommy.

Who?

You know what?

Government pays me whether I come up
with something or not.

Sitting here sure beats the hell out of
sweating for that paycheck.

Cereal nut job's all I know.

Bill has you whacking him.

Kind of gives me juice, huh?

You coming to it?

Why would I do that?

Look, unless my lawyer's got some kind
of magic rabbit coming out of the hat, I

got 15 years in there.

I want to keep breathing.

I need all the juice I can get.

You gave me your word. I trusted you.

The quitter caught me.

We're investigating your brother's
death, Mrs. Payton.

We will solve this. Roy is dead because
of me.

I gave you his name.

Why am I even talking to you?

If somebody killed Roy, we're going to
find them.

You'll understand if I don't believe you
have to hate me.

One time when we were kids, there were
some bullies in the playground and they

were teasing me and calling me names.

Roy came running after them with a
baseball bat.

They beat him black and blue.

And you know what he said to me
afterwards?

He said, it's okay, Rosie.

I'll never let anybody hurt you, Rosie.

How could I do this to him?

If you could provide some names of
friends or people that he mentioned.

Washington. Fred Nietzsche. He was ill,
Mr. Hayes.

Now you will forgive me, but I have a
funeral to arrange.

So, what's new at the big house?

Tommy Richigliano.

Tommy Cap.

I wonder what some mob muscle is doing
soaking up the bad bum.

Let's find out.

Mr. Bonero's eating at the moment.

No, no, it's okay, Frankie. Old friend.

Mm -hmm.

Hey, Michael. John.

Sid. You hungry? Eat. No, thanks.

Yeah, right.

Son of a gun's been overcooking his
pasta for years. Ought to be a law.

Tell me about Tommy Cap.

He's a criminal. A criminal who grew up
in your back pocket.

You never know about the people working
for you, do you, Michael? Well, what I

do know is that Tommy Cap wouldn't pick
his nose without checking with you

first. Well, I am meeting you. John.

If I find out you're connected to this,
I'm going to come back here.

I do not know what you're talking about.

Roy Van Wagner.

Sorry, delivery kid's been sick.

Consequently, I haven't read my paper
the last few days.

But I'll tell you this, Michael.

If Tommy Cap's involved with some sort
of crap with this Van Gogh character,

it's because he's got more linguine in
his skinny head than brains.

Okay.

Okay, so you have nothing to do with
this. Hey.

But I lied to you.

You know? Hi. Oh, nice to meet you.
Draft.

G &T.

Baccarat. Oh, yeah.

Tungwak meat.

Scotch. If nothing, I'll take scotch.

That's nice.

You want some peanuts?

Fortunately, the quack who calls himself
a doctor says me and the devil

cholesterol don't see eye to eye.

Look at you change.

Why don't you keep it, Caitlin?

Caitlin Hayes, right?

Brand new waitress and sister -in -law
of our very own U .S. attorney, Michael.

Do I know you?

Mother of the best jump shot in the
outer boroughs.

How do you want it?

At the moment, nothing. Tomorrow
morning, however, I'd like to speak with

Michael, say, 7 a .m. at this address.

You know, there's a pay phone next to
the men's room.

Funny thing, though.

As luck would have it, I'm clean out of
change.

Did you get a name? I remember something
like that, Michael.

He knew everything about me, that I just
started at the bar. You think one of

the other waitresses talked to him?
About Danny?

Nobody at the bar knows that I have a
son, Michael, and you sure as hell don't

know that my brother -in -law is a U .S.
attorney. Okay, that's true. Now, it's

important to remember this is about me
and not you, Kate. That is not

comforting. Okay, okay. Listen, I'm
going to take care of it.

I'm going to take care of it. What did
he look like?

I don't know.

He's like anybody.

But he talked funny.

Funny how?

Like what the hell is he doing in a bar
like that?

Like, you know, he should be on public
television talking about Greek poets or

something. Okay.

I'm going to go and talk to him.

You're really going to go there?

Yeah. Let's find out what he wants.

Find out what he wants. And if you hear
from him again, you call me immediately.

Okay? Now hang in there.

All right?

Thank you for coming, Mr. Hayes. Think
it'll rain?

Who are you?

A friend of a friend.

Makes us friends once removed, I
suppose.

Why am I here?

I come out here to smoke.

Only place the white spies won't nab me.

Right.

Do you care about my marital world?

Roy Van Wagner, ring the bell?

Do you know why he's dead?

I know you should let him rest in peace.

Let's go to my office. We leave here.

I doubt you'll ever see me again.

As I said, Mr.

Hayes, I'm here as a friend. I don't
want to see you get hurt.

The family?

Here's a hint about my family. If you
ever come close to them again, you will

cease to exist.

Did you hear me?

Wake up. It's not me you should worry
about.

If you step on enough toes, you're bound
to get a foot in the face.

Sounds like a fortune cookie. I could
lock you up right now. Sure you can, but

then you'd know nothing more than you
know now.

And I'd wind up like old Roy, which,
believe me, would be the least of my

worries.

These are very serious people, Mr.
Hayes. They can get to anyone.

By threat, by seduction.

Well, sometimes they get to you, you
don't even know it.

I .E. Ben Wagner.

Exactly. Of course, Law couldn't even
light a match that got the world

he was a serial bomber.

Don't think you're immune, Michael.

Can I call you Michael? No.

Do yourself a favor. This Ben Wagner
business, let it go.

And if I don't?

Expect a lot more rainy days.

Michael, Ginny Preston is here to see
you. She says she's Willie Boyd's

girlfriend.

Send her in.

Miss Preston?

They have been in my home.

They have been in my home. What
happened?

Someone broke into my apartment.

Did they take anything?

It just went through my desk.

If I knew what they wanted, I would give
it to them.

Who is they?

How the hell should I know?

Whoever killed Willie and Warren.

We haven't proven that those two deaths
are related yet. That nutjob Van Wagner.

This isn't a coincidence.

The ledgers that Willie took from the
bank.

Did you find anything? Not yet.

It is in there. It has got to be in
there. It is why Warren got blown up. It

why Willie... Willie found something
about Barkley Brothers.

Isn't it obvious they'll kill to keep it
quiet?

Does that mean anything to you? It's a
postcard Willie sent Warren while you

were in Hawaii.

Is this important?

I don't know yet.

Do you have a relative you could stay
with out of town?

Oh, yeah.

And get them killed, too.

I'm staying with Martha, Warren's wife.

Get the door, man. So I can reach you
there if anything comes up? Yeah.

Thanks.

Don't you just love it when two pieces
of the puzzle come together nice and

easy? What pieces?

Okay, Tommy Capp, the goon in Sing Sing
who more likely than not whacked Van

Wagner. Guess who represented him at his
extortion trial? Who?

Matty Wyman.

Same Matty Wyman who helped Van Wagner
get out of the nuthouse. Same Matty

who represents John Bernero, head of the
family.

So one of Matty Wyman's clients kills
another.

Is that a coincidence?

I'm thinking a lawyer knows why.

It's no secret.

I've represented John Bernero for years.

A friend of his dubs his toe, I get a
call. It shouldn't be front page.

No.

But when one of your clients kills
another... Has Tommy Cat been charged

anything new?

You tell us.

Okay, Michael.

You got me.

I confess.

Four years ago, I got Roy Van Wagner out
of a mental institution so I could have

him framed for the murder of Willie
Boyd.

Then I had him whacked in a prison
toilet by a petty punk whose case I

just so I could cover my tracks.

I'm good, Michael.

Hell, I'm the best.

But nobody's that good.

That Maddie Wyman is dancing as fast as
she can.

She said Willie.

What? She said Ben Wagner was framed for
Willie Boyd's murder.

So was the tongue. She meant one.

No.

How did she know he had a brother?

Well, I guess I'm kind of confused
because I thought that you caught the

sent the bomb. Well, we may have been
wrong about that. But the FBI agent

Becker. Tell him, Marty.

Miss Preston.

Miss Preston is Willie Boyd's
girlfriend. She was with him in Hawaii

his accident.

Accident.

Yeah, right.

Stop it, Jenny.

Where are we going to hide, Marty? You
tell me where we'll be safe and I'll

up.

We thought they were crazy.

Warren and Willie.

Joke's on us.

Do you think they were into something
criminal?

You could say that. Willie ran for
Congress.

No, that was four years ago, honey. We
don't know that that had anything to

do... What else could it be?

He never got past the primary.

We all told him it was a waste of time
to run against Holdsworth, but why would

Willie listen to us?

Or Warren, for that matter.

Warren ran his campaign.

Polls closed at seven.

At 7 .15, all three local news stations
predicted Willie lost.

Big surprise, right? But what Willie
couldn't get out of his head was that

also predicted the voter count to within
320 votes of an eventual count of 90

,000 -something.

All three stations. He should have let
it go.

Are you suggesting that someone fixed
that election?

No, but, you know, you couldn't tell
Willie that.

I'm curious why you didn't mention this
the first time we spoke.

Who in their right mind would connect
two murders to a dinky primary? Willie

no chance in hell of winning anyway.

Sounds like you're ready to reconsider
now, though.

Tell them, Marty.

Tell them.

Warren told me that Willie had found
something.

He could prove some sort of fix within.
I didn't pay any attention until Jenny

told me about the car crash.

Did Willie ever mention what it was he
uncovered?

I listened to him babble for four years.

I didn't want to hear anymore.

Maybe I shouldn't pay attention now.

Robert Holtzworth has held a seat in the
20th Congressional District since 1982.

The last three elections he ran
unopposed.

Doesn't sound like a primary that needed
fixing.

Meaning?

Well, Martha Boyd lost her husband.

Ginny lost her lover.

Maybe they're looking for a reason. Is
there something you're not telling us,

Michael? Someone's on the phone,
Michael.

Who is it?

Won't give a name. Said to tell you
Panopticon.

Whatever that means.

Line two.

Let me catch up with you later.

Yeah.

Sit.

More, more, more.

Come on.

Did you make a positive ID?

That diver's brought up her bag.

We got all kinds of ID.

Virginia Preston.

Girl goes in for a swim, ends up in the
trunk of a Buick.

Where are we going to hide Marty? Don't
you see I have a bag?

Emmy thinks she's been under about an
hour.

When you get his report, I want to see
it ASAP.

You got it.

See

what

happens when you don't listen?

There he is.

I didn't get a name on you.

You can call me Orwell.

That's cute.

That's cute.

Is that you?

If it is, what are you going to do?

Arrest me? Tell me about Panopticon.

Circular... No.

Tell me what it really is.

Sorry, you've got to earn that.

You insist on pursuing... Human.

It's my nature. I fed the lemming to the
grasshopper. You don't want to know.

I increasingly think you don't have the
brain.

Now, I'm getting pissed off.

If you know something, I want you to
tell me right now.

Consequences? That's right.

Well, let me up.

I saw it.

If they say, follow the money, that's
what we need. Tell me where it will lead

me. If you're lucky, to the real power.

If I'm not, ask Willie Boyd.

Or his lady friend.

Michael, Rose Payton is here to see you.

Okay, Cinderin. Can you look into that?

Thank you.

Miss Payton.

I had nowhere else to go.

What can I do for you? Prison won't
release my brother's body. Well, that's

standard procedure. We have to determine
whether it was a homicide or not. He

was tortured in life. Please, just let
him find some peace now.

Just say it was a suicide and let me put
an end to this.

I can't do that yet.

What difference does it make if somebody
killed him? He's still dead.

Let me ask you a question.

Has anyone approached you?

Approached? What do you mean?

Well, the man suspected of killing Roy
has ties to organized crime.

And I guess I'm wondering if you've been
threatened or not.

Oh, sorry.

Stay.

No. No one has approached me. I just
want to bury Roy and get one with my

Is that so difficult to understand?

No, it's not.

Let me look into it.

Thank you, Mr. Hayes.

I followed up on the election angle with
these Barkley ledgers that Willie's

girlfriend gave us.

Here.

Take a look at the initials I've marked
with the tabs.

Looks like several payments over the
years.

Hmm, payments.

M -E -S.

Could be anything, right? Person, place,
thing. But I called Albany.

There are 116 corporations currently
doing business in this state with those

initials. One of them is called Media
Election Services, Inc.

And it's located right here in the
apple. Do we know what they do?

Not a clue.

We've been around since the 60s.

Basically, we keep the networks from
getting too much egg on their collective

faces. Would you mind explaining that?
Sure.

You ever wonder how on election night
Dan Rather flashes his projections and

then you flip it over to Peter Jennings?
He's got the exact same numbers.

Network statisticians all took the same
classes?

Computers put statisticians out of work
ages ago, Mr. Hayes. Computers use the

same software.

You're getting warmer.

Let me give you a for instance.

1964, California Republican primary.

Television networks project victory for
Barry Goldwater while the morning papers

pick Nellie Rockefeller.

Somebody screwed up. So?

Fourth estate can't have that Mr. Hayes.
The public would lose all confidence in

the news media. Then where would we be?

So what happens is the biggies all sit
down and decide uniformity is the only

way to breed public confidence.

So you're saying the networks confer
before they report results.

That would waste time and money.

They use the same computer.

That's where we come in.

And the networks pay you for the
service.

So to speak.

So to speak.

It's pretty spooky.

It's a matter of public record. We've
got nothing to hide.

Media owns us.

Lock, stock, and laptop.

And you never receive payments from
outside sources?

Never happen.

At a minimum, it would have the
appearance of impropriety.

And at a maximum?

Joan, I need to speak to Russell Mackey
today before he goes to the press.

You've never heard of this? Are you
kidding? It would have been a week -long

series. Now, I contacted somebody I know
who knows somebody who's a biggie at

the network news.

What did they tell you?

Oh, nothing big. Just that the
government granted MES a legal monopoly

votes. That's a private company.

Monopoly? Makes you feel about two
inches, doesn't it? So what you're

the individual counties don't tabulate
their own votes?

They count them. I mean, you've got to
have checks and balances.

But the interesting thing is the votes
are not tabulated until weeks after the

polls close.

Now, if those numbers don't agree with
MES's numbers and the media, who just

happens to own MES, they don't report
it, nobody ever knows.

And nobody ever checks.

Except the Boyd brothers.

Okay, what's so funny? Oh, I have an
investigator that thinks I'm having a

nervous breakdown over here.

Look,

the investment bank that Willie Boyd
worked for.

Barclays. Right. They've been slipping
big bucks to M -E -S -U -T -T. That's

under the table. Got it. Now, you slip
enough, some geek's pinky is going to

slip and hit the wrong button on the
keyboard.

Mikey, the government.

Hell, the entire country could be
hostage to a cabal facing corporations.

Hey!

Idiot! Up yours!

Church, you have such a drinking
problem.

Wait a minute.

You remember that footage on George
Bush? It ran on TV every day. I do. You

know, the war hero being fished out of
the drink after being shot down. There

was something that always bugged me
about that. It was shot in color.

Meaning? Come on, man.

1944. Frank Capper was shooting color
film in 44.

I always thought that that was the right
place, right time, good for George.

What do you think now?

Now I think maybe fate got a major kick
in Goody's. Russell.

Say what?

Let's do a what if here.

What if this guy was picked for the Oval
Office 40 years before he even thought

about running?

Now you have to agree, he would owe
somebody something big time.

Play it out, Mike. The media is not just
a message.

It's the damn reality.

Whoa. I'll tell you. This is the kind of
story us old pros call a whopper.

And you're not going to do anything with
it?

Don't worry about it, Mike. You're not
listening to me. You're not going to

touch Russell.

The last person that ordered me not to
publish was a certain senator from

Massachusetts. Russell, I'm not ordering
you to do anything.

I am collecting on 25 years of favors.
If the Boyd brothers were killed over

this, I want to prove it in court, not
in your column.

Okay? You serious?

I'm serious, Russell.

Sirius is a heart attack.

It's kicking my ass that this could
happen in America.

Wall Street fixing elections and using a
mob to cover his tracks.

Eddie, I would think you of all
people... Don't even think about going

John. I was referring to your suspicious
nature.

So are we saying the Barclay brothers
rigged a congressional election?

Why stop there? Let's say they put the
president in office, too.

The answer's got to be in the postcard
Willie sent to Warren.

Answer to what?

Connecting the players. I don't know.

People, look into yourselves now. Come
on, now.

For all we know, this could be a damn
bingo card, and we're acting like this

Big Brother's zip code. Michael, they're
going to laugh you out of court with

this. Won't be the first time.

Jenny, would you recap, please?

Okay.

A Wall Street investment bank has been
writing checks to the company that

tabulates election results for broadcast
to the American people.

Willie Boyd, the work for Barkley
Brothers...

sends his brother Warren an
undecipherable postcard before each of

untimely deaths.

Homeless, paranoid schizophrenic
surfaces as the apparent killer of

is allegedly strangled in the prison
shower by one Tommy Kapp Rizzigliano, a

longtime associate of mob boss John
Bernero.

If we can find a link, we could prove
conspiracy.

If you add another name, you might be
able to.

Maddie Wyman.

I want to subpoena all her files.

Okay?

I'm sorry, Ms. Wyman's in conference. I
can't disturb her. This is a federal

subpoena, which means she can and she
will be disturbed right now.

It's okay, Gwen.

Are you in charge, Ms. Strauss?

Yes, I am.

Good for you.

Expedited motion to quash your subpoena.

Hearings tomorrow. Judge Webster's
chamber, 9 a .m.

Oh, and, uh...

Thanks for saving me the cost of a
process.

Nobody's been indicted, Your Honor.
Nobody's been charged with any crime.

That will change as soon as I receive
the materials I'm looking for. This is a

fishing expedition, pure and simple. No,
it's harassment, Your Honor, of me and

my clients, purely on counsel's whim.

That whim you are referring to, Your
Honor thought was sufficient enough to

amount to probable cause.

For what?

Why don't you explain it for the record,
Counselor? Thank you, Your Honor. We

believe that Roy Van Wagner was murdered
by one Thomas Vertigliano in a federal

facility. Miss Wyman represents both
men. We feel she may be withholding

evidence to motive for said crime.

Attorney Klein, privilege, attorney,
work product. Has Mr. Hayes never heard

these concepts? We further feel... that
there's an ongoing conspiracy to cover

this crime and others. If that is the
case, it nullifies privilege.

With all due respect, the United States
Attorney is bootstrapping.

He's willing to violate privilege in
order to see if privilege can be

And it's damn good at it, too.

I'm going to dismiss defense motion to
quash. Your Honor. Hold your horses,

Counselor. All documents will be
submitted through my clerk with the

instructions to redact any items that
will violate privilege or any issues not

pertinent to the government's
investigation.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Michael, talk about putting a chill on
the defense bar. The Iceman cometh,

Maddie. Here I'm flying. I'm involved in
Ben Wagner's murder. Ben Wagner, Warren

Boyd, that's the beauty of conspiracy.
You're all tied together.

I'll have the files sent to Chambers
this afternoon. I have marshals at your

offices. You don't trust me at all, do
you, Michael?

Should I, Maddie?

What are you all excited about, Maddie?

A U .S. attorney sniffing through my
files. Not ever starters.

Your files, John. Tommy Capp.

Is there anything in there connecting
either of us to Jim Wagner's death?

Of course not.

So what's the problem?

That I am out on a very shaky limb
alone.

You told me you'd protect me. You told
me these people would have all the bases

covered. And John Bernaro doesn't lie.

Especially to his beautiful attorney.

So you think we can track these guys,
John?

If we can't, I get mad.

And you know what happens when I get
mad.

Now eat, you feel better relaxed.

Listen to this.

John Bonero owns three trucking
companies, an art gallery in Soho, and

major shareholder in four publicly
traded companies.

Michael with bigger than U .S. Steel.

What do we have?

Sides of hernia?

Oh, Ms. Wyman certainly pulled a lot of
trees.

Paper trail, lawyer's curse.

She's either kosher or doing a lot of
cleaning up, but there's no mention of

Winger anywhere. Or either one of the
boys. Hey, let's keep looking.

Wait a second.

All notions of democracy, freedom,
choice, free elections are an illusion.

familiar?

Van Wagner's manifesto. The original
handwritten copy.

Looks like all 30 ,000 words.

Wyman could have sent a copy to the
newspaper to set Van Wagner up.

Have her in my office first thing
tomorrow.

Listen to your own advice, Michael.

All we know, this whole election thing
is absurd as it sounds.

Hmm. But something is not right.

Okay.

Okay.

Do you want to tell me who's really
running the country?

The Trekkies.

People in velour shirts.

Conventions.

This is really ridiculous.

I gotta go.

that are falling fast asleep.

Is it possible?

Is it possible that everything we've
been taught is not only

wrong, but a carefully constructed lie?

Is it possible that everything we hold
as fact, history,

science, even ourselves, is deception.

Is that possible?

Wait, wait, wait.

Will you spring for an elevator?

Oh, excuse me. Russell, Capeman, Caelan
Russell.

Hi. Hi.

You gonna be okay?

I'm gonna be fine.

You? Yeah. Okay.

Tomorrow? I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Bye.

Come on in.

I hope I didn't interrupt anyone.

You got something?

Thanks, Bill.

Come here.

Now, I've been playing around with that
postcard that Willie Boyd sent from

Hawaii.

This is what was written on the card,
right? Right.

I'm thinking to myself, maybe we're
focusing in on the wrong thing.

Maybe it's not the numbers that are
important, but the word.

So I start doodling around, you know,
switching letters and whatnot.

The problem is I was never a wizard
anagram, so I get nowhere quick.

You came across town to tell me you're
illiterate? No.

I spent the cab fare to tell you that I
can count at least up to seven, which

just happens to be the number of letters
in the word revisit.

So tell me, counselor.

What else? A phone number. Mm -hmm.

Bingo. So I start staring at my dial.
Whose number is it?

Rose Payton.

Van Wagner's sister.

I never went to law school.

But to me, this earns her a visit.

Now, Mrs. Payton's been here since I
bought the place.

Twelve years ago. When did she move out?

This afternoon.

Two hours. It cleaned out the whole
place.

I moved down the hall once. Took me a
week.

Did she tell you where she was going?

No. She didn't even take her deposit.

Five to two, the post office doesn't
have a phoning address.

She set up her brother.

End of story, case closed.

Damn it, Michael. You might have time to
go on a ridiculous scavenger hunt, but

I've got a practice to run.

If I were you, I would put that in past
tense money.

What? I pulled some strings to get a
client out of a speeding ticket?

Van Wagner's original handwritten
manifesto.

It should have been a little more
thorough.

Well, I haven't seen that in a long
time.

Still doesn't prove anything.

It certainly doesn't make me complicit
in a homicide.

If I were you, I would reread my
conspiracy laws, Counselor.

I'm not going away, Manny.

As we speak, there's a federal judge
executing a warrant for the Barkley

brothers' files.

Four people were murdered to cover up
rigged elections. I'm going to bring

everyone involved.

And if Rose Payton is involved, I'm
going to find her and prosecute her.

a promise.

It's business, Michael.

Their naivete is their consolation.

You're going to take that away from
them?

Sure. Go ahead.

Prosecute me.

But I assure you, you've got your claws
in the wrong tree.

Would you like to call your lawyer now?

Is this where it happens?

The pancake man flipped me up the daisy
chain. Your choice.

What happened to you, Maddie?

John Bonero, you're under arrest for
murder and conspiracy to commit election

fraud.

Cut him.

I'm from the United States Attorney's
Office.

This is a search warrant for all your
files from the last ten years.

I mean, do you actually think it was
luck that bumped you upstairs?

They came to me.

And they will again.

I want the names.

Maybe I'll wait for my lawyer this time.

So.

Gentlemen.

Madeline Wyman, you're under arrest for
election fraud and conspiracy to commit

murder.

Don't fool yourself, Michael.

There's no turning back.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hayes.

Tell me about Rose Payton.

Gone with the wind.

Thing is, I saw this kid on the news
filled Madison Square Garden with 10

dominoes. Tickled the first one ever so
slightly.

Two hours later, the last one came
crashing down.

There's more.

Art of darkness, my friend. You're not
even close.

Remember, these people, they don't take
hostages.

What happens now?

That's up to you.