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NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Honestly, they're still not answering
at the bakery, Dad.

| bet they've gone home and completely forgotten
about Carrie's cake.

(CHATTERING ON TV)
Probably stuck in traffic.

Well, they were supposed
to be here an hour ago.

How long can it possibly take
to drive 15 blocks?

Mon, it's just a cake.

I'll call Bill
on his car phone.

He can stop by and pick up the cake
on his way home.

(GUN FIRING)
Sally.

What was that?

Someone's lying
on the sidewalk.

Dad, for God's sake...
Stay inside. And call 911.

(DOG BARKING)

Oh, my God!

Sally! It's Bill.

(SIREN WAILING)

The guy's name is William Prescott.
His father-in-law found him.

Where's the father-in-law?

He's inside with Prescott's wife.
Couple of kids in there, too.

I'll catch you up there.

Two in the back. No exit wounds.
Any witnesses?

Everybody had something better to do.
| bet.

(SIGHING) Okay.

Well, grab a couple of guys,
ring some doorbells.

Tell the patrol sergeant
| want him

to get people looking for that weapon
and shell casings.

That his bag?
Yeah. Birthday present.

Guy with his hands full,
easy pickings for a mugger.

Looks like
he didn't pick hard enough.

There was no one out there.
It was freezing.

| can't believe this!

BRISCOE: He was coming home from work?
Yes.

He's with Latham Morris
in Rockefeller Center.

They're an accounting firm.

What, does he usually take a cab home?
No. A private car service.

He always has the same driver.
Eugene. His name's Eugene.

| told Bill he shouldn't be living
in Manhattan.

Especially not this far up. Why is that?
Is it too far from work?

Too close
to where those animals live.

They don't care who they kill.
{CRYING) Oh, God.

It's Carrie's 10th birthday.

How could they do this to us?

| picked him up 7:30 every night
in front of 15 Rock.

A town car every night?

Not too shabby for a CPA.

No. He wasn't just
some storefront tax wonk.

Mr. Prescott had a black belt in accounting.
He played with the big boys.

Well,
when you dropped him off,

did you notice any suspicious-looking
urban youths hanging around?

No. He had me drop him
on the corner.

And traffic was bad, and he didn't want me to have
to drive around the block.

He was a nice guy like that.

So last night, business as usual?
That's right.

Nobody was after us.
Nobody was following us.

| checked the rearview mirror,
it's part of my job.

Checking the rearview,
is that Prescott's idea?

No. It's company policy. Our clients
are worth a lot of money.

The ME pulled two .32 H&R mags
out of Prescott's body.

One's still perfect.

Ballistics tagged the piece as a Charter Arms
Police Undercover.

Not your average
Saturday night special.

Have Ballistics run a comparison
with old cases.

You said Mr. Prescott kept a schedule?
Yeah. He sure did.

Picked up at 7:30 p.m.,
home by 8:00 p.m.

Every night
for the past six years.

Any pro could set
his watch by him.

BRISCOE: And why a pro? Maybe Prescott
ran into a junkie with a cash problem.

And left the solution
in Prescott's wallet?

All right, Prescott throws him
a few bucks out of his pocket,

and the perp
wasn't happy with the count.

Prescott was shot from behind.

You think he turned his back
on a mugger with a gun?

No one's that brave
at 8:00 at night.

He did what for a living?

Very dangerous work.
He was an accountant.

Maybe somebody didn't like where he put
his decimal points.

It's a terrible blow
to the firm.

Mr. Prescott was our white knight,
our turnaround specialist.

Well, you lost me on that.

He put companies back on their feet
by trimming the fat.

You know, with personnel,
factories, assets.

And since I've been with him, | watched him pull six
companies back from the brink.

As of Tuesday, what company did he have
on the operating table?

Colony Air.

He was shifting Colony's hub from Newark
to a right-to-work state.

So he told the unions that they'd either have to
move and take a pay cut,

or find themselves
out of work.

What a wonderful choice.

Colony Air was on its way
to corporate boot hill.

All unions care about
are sick days and overtime.

Careful. We belong to a union.

You ever burn anyone
in effigy?

That's what the baggage handlers did
last week to Mr. Prescott.

Were there ever any threats
of a less symbolic nature?

Yeah. The usual phone calls.

They even had
their filthy-mouth kids

call and leave
a message for Mr. Prescott.

And | quote,
"You're dead, you bastard."

| don't suppose
anybody ever left a number?

As a matter of fact,
onhe of them left his name.

He called here a few times.
He was very agitated.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here it is. Harrigan.

Very rough-sounding
individual.

Claimed that he had to talk to Mr. Prescott
and said it was personal.

Well, some people take losing their jobs
very personally.

That bag of slime, Prescott,
he provoked us plenty.

Not only is he screwing us, but he won't even tell it
to our face.

Last week, he cancels a meeting with us
for some personal business,

like getting
his tennis racket re-strung.

My guys are still pissed.

So what, they barbecued a dummy
in front of his office?

Now that's called an exercise of free speech.
It is not a crime.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Mind if | use your phone? Yeah.
Out in the back, on the desk.

And have you got a member
named Harrigan?

Harrigan? No.

Maybe you'd like to check your files
before you trip and hurt yourself.

Look, what is the point of killing a guy
like Prescott?

He'll be gone a minute,

and another suit will pick up
where he left off.

Hey, Lennie.

So that was Ballistics.
They got a match on the slug.

The same gun
that killed Prescott

put three bullets in a liquor store clerk
last May.

They know
who worked the case?

Detective Styles,
in the fifth.

Madison Street Liquors?
No. That one never went down.

You never found the guy? No, we collared him.
Jimmy Rose.

Shot the clerk
without even a "hands up."

Our eyewitness got cold feet
on the stand. Jury acquitted.

Hey, guys, give me
a couple of seconds, okay?

Five stores on the block have been hit
in the past two weeks.

That Madison Street job, did you find
the murder weapon?

Charter Arms Undercover.
Never found it. Why?

It was used two nights ago.
Homicide on East 91st Street.

This guy Rose,
he ever freelance his talents?

Work for hire? Yeah, that's possible. He's always
looking for new opportunities.

You've kept in touch?

Hey, perpetrator walks, you know sooner or later
he's gonna slip.

Rose swings a mop at the Ogden Hotel,
9-00 to 5:00.

What's this about?
I'm an honest working man.

Yeah, we saw pictures of your work at the Madison
Street liquor store.

It's very skillful how you put three bullets
in that guy's face.

You can't touch me on that.
I'm innocent by the courts.

You never hear
about double jeopardy?

Hey, that only covers you for the first guy you killed,
Jimmy.

The guy you shot Tuesday night's
a whole new ballgame, James.

What guy? | was at a party with 50 people.
| didn't do no guy.

That's funny, he was shot

with the exact same gun
you used on the clerk.

That's bull. | don't even got that gun anymore.
| mean, | never did...

(GROANING)

Listen, |am not messing around.
You keep jerking us around,

I'm gonna stick my hand right down
your miserable throat,

and turn your whole
miserable life around!

CLERK: Hey! What are you doing? Hey, this is
official police business.

When we get done with you, your life is not gonna be
worth living.

Okay. There's nothing you can do to me, anyway,
on account of double jeopardy.

The Madison Street thing,
after | ran from the store,

| hopped on the Seven train at the Brooklyn Bridge
Station.

| dropped the gun in the subway,
between the trains.

Where on the subway? Between Brooklyn Bridge
and Essex.

Thanks for the tip.
Cuff him, Mike.

Hey, what are you doing?
Take that off.

| told you, man, I'm covered
by double jeopardy here!

Better go back
to law school, Jimmy.

You disposed of a firearm used in a crime.
You're under arrest.

LOGAN: We tossed Rose's crib.
There is no gun.

Assume he's telling the truth.

His gun could've been picked up on the tracks
and sold on the street.

Or used by whoever found it.

You had a name you were working on?
Harrigan.

He called Prescott
about some personal thing.

LOGAN: Yeah. That's right.

And Prescott canceled
a meeting

with the union over a personal thing.
So maybe...

The reason he was killed
was a personal thing.

Talk to the wife.

Bill never talked about work.

He just didn't bring his problems home.
That's the way we lived.

Well, what did you talk about?

| don't know.
We talked about. ..

our children, our friends.

So you and your husband
were getting along all right?

Yes. Everything was fine.

What are you insinuating? Nothing.
It's just a routine question.

My daughter is afraid to leave this house.
| can't sleep anymore.

And now you're implying my husband
was having an affair?

LOGAN: There's a reason we have to ask,
Mrs. Prescott.

We were told your husband canceled a very important
business meeting

last week
for a personal matter.

Do you know what that was?

Bill is on the Board
of Directors

of the Luther C. Chase Academy,
our son's school.

They had some kind of
a last-minute meeting.

| don't know
what it was about.

Did your husband ever mention
a man named Harrigan?

Harrigan?

Yes, | know that name. It's one of our son's
schoolmates.

(BELL RINGING)

Here.

I'm sorry, | can't release
the Harrigan's address.

You'll have to see
the headmaster.

Fine.
We'll see the headmaster.

Do you want to
make the introductions?

Oh, Dr. Penton's not on the premises
at the moment.

If you leave your name
and phone number...

Miss, we're not asking for the answers
to next week's algebra exam.

LCC protects the privacy of its students
and their parents.

It has done so for 130 years.

It's not up to me
to change school policy.

Well, our organization goes back
even farther than that.

And our policy includes such things
as search warrants.

Now, if you like,
we cah come back with one.

Just a moment.

Mr. Harrigan's home address. | doubt you'll find him
there now.

You might try the New York
Transit Authority.

Oh, yeah? What is he,
the commissioner?

Oh, hardly. He works in the subway,
down on the tracks.

Tom Harrigan's a track walker.

He inspects three to four miles
of track every day,

looking for loose bolts, track sleepers, anything
that falls off a train.

You can't imagine
what they find down there.

| bet we can.
Where's Harrigan now?

He's here.

He walks this whole length, between here and here,
every two days.

| hate to ask you this, but can you tell us
where was he walking last May?

Last May.

The J line.

Two blocks
from Madison Street Liquors.

We find a gun.
We're supposed to turn it in.

Well, we're looking for a pistol that was dropped
on the L line last May.

And you were working there,
right?

Yeah.
| didn't find no pistol.

There's a lot of homeless down there. Maybe one
of them did. Is it important?

We think it is.

That's the gun that shot William Prescott
last Tuesday.

Yeah. | read that he got shot. That's terrible.
People aren't safe anymore.

Yeah. You're right.

By the way, what were you doing last Tuesday night,
if you don't mind my asking?

Me? | was home with my kid,
watching the Knicks.

What's this got to do with me?

You were calling Prescott
every couple of days.

And you two don't exactly
look like drinking buddies.

It was about my kid, Colin.
He got kicked out of school.

Prescott's got some pull,

| figured maybe he could help me
get Colin back in.

He have anything to do
with getting him kicked out?

Look, that's between me, my kid and the school,
all right?

That's the way they want it.
They? Meaning the school?

Yeah. That's the way
they do things.

| worked hard to get Colin
into Luther Chase.

If he's got a prayer
of getting back in,

| don't wanna blow it
by talking out of turn.

| gotta get back to work. Am | arrested?
Not yet.

(BELL RINGING)

We were terribly shocked
by Bill's death.

He was an outstanding parent and a great contribution
to the school.

How much of a contribution did he make in getting
Colin Harrigan expelled?

What do you mean?

Well, Colin's father
called Prescott several times.

We'd like to find out
what was going on.

Well, Bill was
oh the Board of Governors.

As such, he had some input in
the decision to expel Colin.

A guy like Tom Harrigan must've saved every penny
to pay the tuition here.

He had to be a little upset when you gave his son
the boot.

Colin was on
a partial scholarship.

But, yes, Mr. Harrigan had a difficult time accepting
the Board's decision.

But | can't imagine
he'd turn violent.

What exactly did Colin do
to get himself kicked out?

Well, outside of being

an outstanding hockey player
and a diligent student,

Colin simply didn't fit into
the LCC family.

Beyond that,
| can't discuss specifics.

Well, we'd like
to discuss the specifics.

Minor children are involved, Detective.
Their parents could sue us.

Until | talk to legal counsel,

I'm afraid | can't discuss any more
of your questions. Forgive me.

Even if we tie Harrigan to the gun,
| don't see a motive here.

Look, getting his kid into that prep school
was a big deal.

And having him thrown out's
a bigger deal.

Why focus his anger
oh Prescott?

Maybe he was working his way through
the Board of Governors.

We don't know.
The school isn't saying.

| mean, they've got a 130-year-old tradition
of clamming up.

They must keep files. You tried getting
a search warrant?

Judge Moser turned them down. The application
was too general.

I'll talk to McCoy
about convening a grand jury.

Then we can issue a subpoena duces tecum
for the school files.

You'll have it by tomorrow.
VAN BUREN: Thanks, Claire.

In the meantime,
check Harrigan's alibi.

| was out shopping with my sister, but Tom
was home here with Colin.

How can you be so sure? 'Cause | called home
just about 8:00.

Colin had been out skating at Wolman. | told Tom
to heat up some soup for him.

Look, you got the wrong idea
about my husband.

Oh, he wasn't upset
about your son?

Of course he was.
He had it all planned.

The right prep school, hockey scholarship
to Dartmouth or Cornell.

Look, he was doing everything he could to work things out
with the LCC.

Did he ever say anything about talking
to William Prescott?

No. He just said that he was talking
to all the right people.

Did Prescott have a lot to do
with Colin getting expelled?

| don't know.

Well, maybe if you told us
what it was your son did.

Look, it doesn't matter what he did.
They didn't want him around.

He was a better athlete than their kids,
and he was smarter.

They were just looking for an excuse to get rid of him.

Oh, what excuse
did they come up with?

Look, | don't have to
tell you anything.

| guess it's not just the rich
who look down on us.

One of them gets killed, it's gotta be the dirty mick,
right?

The way these people keep secrets, they ought to be
giving lessons to the CIA.

| mean, what did the kid do, stage a circle jerk
in the locker room?

Worse. He probably brought some of Mom's corned beef
and cabbage

to the school tea party.

Well, they live 15 minutes
from the Prescott's.

They might as well
be on a different planet.

What? Yeah.

Yeah,
tell them we'll be there.

Speaking of different planets,
we're going back to LCC.

Dr. Penton informed me of the subpoena. As legal
counsel to the school,

and as the parent of a student,
| was very concerned.

Oh, we're very concerned,
too, Mr. Barclay.

| spoke to a Mr. McCoy at the District Attorney's
office,

and | assured him that we would give you
any information you want.

But because of the privacy issue,
you understand,

we can't just
hand over the school's files.

Well, you do understand, we expect you
to be completely candid.

Goes without saying.

Dr. Penton?

Colin had a terrible temper.

He fought with other students. He talked back
to the instructors...

So did |
Never got me expelled.

Three weeks ago, he brought
7 firearm to school.

Apparently, it belonged to his father.
LOGAN: What kind of firearm?

Well, we never actually saw it, but it was described
as a small pistol.

Did anybody see it?

The student Colin threatened
with the gun,

Vaughn Prescott, Bill's son.

Bill was incensed.

He asked me, in my capacity as Chairman
of the Board of Governors,

to do whatever it took to have
Colin removed from the school.

| had to agree.

How many Park Avenue homes have you torn apart
over this thing?

We couldn't get a search warrant for those,
Mrs. Harrigan.

Whose coat is this?
It belongs to my son.

The kid's room's clean.
The parents’ room's clean,

and there's nothing
in the kitchen.

The kid's gloves.

It was cold as hell the night of the shooting,
let's keep them.

Hey, what's going on here? We have a warrant,
Mr. Harrigan.

Warrant or no, | want you the hell
out of here!

Yeah. We were just leaving. We'd like to take
your son along with us.

We want to talk to him. You want to talk to Colin?
| go with him.

Look. | don't know what the hell gun
you're talking about.

I'm talking about the piece
you flashed around.

The one that got you
into all the trouble.

| didn't bring
any gun to school.

What'd you do? Threaten the Prescott kid
with your finger?

Look, the school
wanted me out of there,

so they made up that crap
about the gun, all right?

| Know where you're coming from, Colin,
a lot more than you think.

Bunch of country club kids
dissed you, right?

Made you feel like you were trespassing
on their turf.

So you go to visit Prescott,
get a little respect.

But then things
get out of hand, right?

| was home, all night.

Your mother said you went skating.
That was before, around 7:00.

| got home in time
for the Knicks game.

Anybody see you at the rink? | don't know.
| didn't look, all right?

That's enough. He's just a kid.
He needs to go home now.

Yeah, right. Just a kid.

A kid with an attitude
and a half.

Grow up
on the Upper East Side,

you get a Tiffany spoon
in your mouth.

Grow up in Inwood,
you get that.

Kid with a short fuse and a gun.
Bad luck for Mr. Prescott.

Maybe bad luck for us.
No gun, no eyewitness.

And his parents say
he was home.

Right. And they've got to be
telling the truth.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

Thanks.

Forensics found gunpowder residue
on the kid's right glove.

Colin Harrigan, you're under arrest for the murder
of William Prescott.

What?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say

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

| doubt Mr. McCoy's stormtroopers even bothered
to read the search warrant.

It specified a gun,
not a pair of gloves.

Mr. Dwyer should keep up
with his own reading.

The courts allow the seizure
of any relevant evidence.

In what universe?
People v. Baker, Your Honor.

The police
were looking for a knife.

They took a blood-stained sweater instead.
The court suppressed it.

And 16 years later,
under People v. Watson,

that same sweater
would've been allowed.

Watson covers obviously incriminating evidence
found in plain view.

The gloves were neither. JACK: In his opinion,
Your Honor.

Your Honor, what makes this search
especially odious

is the fact the warrant was predicated
on false information.

Weren't the officers told your client threatened
a schoolmate with a gun?

It was a lie.

The officers had a subpoena duces tecum
to search the school files.

If they'd gotten off their duffs and actually
looked at the files,

they would've found
a copy of this letter.

It was sent three weeks ago by the headmaster
to Colin's father.

It states that it was
an unnamed student,

and not my client,
who had the gun.

Well, we're splitting hairs here,
Your Honor.

According to this, the student said he got the gun from
Colin Harrigan.

What matters is what the headmaster
told the police.

They had no reason to doubt his word.
They acted in good faith.

Mr. McCoy, my cat coughs up
sweeter smelling goop

than this search warrant.

Motion to suppress granted. They have no other evidence,
Your Honor.

You're two for two, Mr. Dwyer.
Motion to dismiss granted.

| had no idea
Vaughn had been threatened.

My husband never said
a word about it.

Dad didn't want you
to worry.

Why didn't you
tell the police?

| was afraid.
CLAIRE: Afraid of who?

Isn't that obvious?
He's afraid of Colin Harrigan.

We know that Colin didn't threaten you
with a gun.

It was another boy.

We wanna know his name.

Dr. Penton told me not to discuss it
with anybody.

Especially outsiders.

Vaughn, tell Mr. McCoy
who it was.

It was Barclay.
Stewart Barclay.

Nathan Barclay's boy?

Oh, my God.

He roughed me up
a couple of times.

| told our third-form master.

And after that, Stewart threatened you
with the gun?

Yeah. | was afraid
to go back to school.

He and Harrigan have this gang, five or six boys,
from the hockey team.

We call them wannabes.

They want to be like Colin,
because he walks the walk.

They think he's so cool,
especially Stewart.

Stewart will do anything
to impress Harrigan.

NATHAN:
It was Harrigan's gun.

The fact that it passed through
my son's hands is irrelevant.

He was the last person seen in possession of
a murder weapon, Mr. Barclay.

That strikes me as relevant.

When you were finished waving it in
Vaughn Prescott's face,

what did you do with it?

Colin ditched it.
Where?

| don't know.
He didn't tell me.

After he was expelled,

did you have any conversation with him about Vaughn
Prescott or his father?

No. I'm not allowed
to talk to him at all.

Stewart, once you leave here, if | find out you've lied
to me...

Don't you threaten my son.

...No one, and that includes your father and your school,
will be able to protect you.

Do you understand that?

Come on, Stewart. Mr. McCoy is finished
with you.

CLAIRE: Stewart Barclay's
not just any other student.

His father's the Chairman of the school's
Board of Governors.

Not coincidentally,
he's also their legal advisor.

When we served the school
with the subpoena,

he's the one who assured us
of their full cooperation.

Instead, the school circled the limos to keep
the Barclay name out of it.

I'm shocked.

This isn't stink bombs
in the boys' room, Adam.

They hindered prosecution
of an A felony.

Now I'm very shocked.

It doesn't bother you they might be
protecting a felon?

Do you have evidence that the Barclay kid's
involved?

Didn't think so.

Harrigan's your shooter.

Don't invent conspiracies just because these people
rub you the wrong way.

If we dig into this
Harrigan-Barclay relationship,

maybe we'll find
the smoking gun.

There was no deliberate
deception, Mr. McCoy.

No one placed themselves
above the law.

What do you call
lying to the police?

But surely you don't suspect
Stewart Barclay of murder.

LCC has molded four generations
of Barclay boys.

Our students don't grow up
to be criminals.

Carrying a concealed weapon,
menacing, assault.

Some of your students
already are criminals.

Harrigan was a negative
influence on the student body,

and on Stewart in particular.

We thought expelling him
would solve the problem.

It didn't? Some parents
received phone calls,

threatening their sons
if he wasn't readmitted.

And it didn't occur to you
to report those phone calls?

| honestly believed we could take care of it
within the LCC family.

Who made these calls?

Well, we weren't able
to nail it down,

but someone thought they recognized
Stewart Barclay's voice.

It sounds like you expelled the wrong boy.
| take exception to that.

Harrigan's a social
experiment that failed.

His gutter values contaminated
the other students.

We had to weed him out.

You hear that, Claire? We've stumbled on a nest
of Social Darwinists.

Is this what you teach them
in Civics class?

It may not be fashionable, Mr. McCoy,
but it is tried and true.

| want the names of the people who got called,
all of them.

| spoke with five parents
who got phone calls.

One of them had their son
listen in on an extension.

He recognized
Stewart Barclay's voice.

He's sure it was him?
Yes.

According to the police report,
two days before he was shot,

Prescott got a threatening phone call
at work from a young boy.

| wonder what else Stewart was doing to prove what
a tough little homeboy he is.

Well, helping his buddy shoot someone
would certainly qualify.

Mrs. Harrigan said her son was skating
at Wolman that night.

Find out
if he was skating pairs.

Most people, they skate the circle.
Kids like these,

they cut ice like they're on
a breakaway with Messier.

Well, | want to know
about these kids, Mr. Sosa.

Yeah. Yeah, | remember them.

They accidentally clipped one of our young citizens
from uptown.

| figured him and his three whaddups
were gonna cream these two.

But the black kids
just took off.

Maybe they had homework to do.
Right.

| figured
they were coming back

with about 10
of their buddies.

So | told these two
to get lost.

This one here starts mouthing off at me.
Up mine, up my mother's.

Nothing you haven't heard before.
Except for emphasis.

This little butt-wipe,
he lifts up his jersey.

He's got this gun sticking out
of his hockey pants.

That's what scared
the black kids.

What time was this?

Around 7:30. Gotta go.

BOY: Let go, man! Let go!

They're all full of it.
| didn't call anybody.

You know what?

We can pull
your phone records.

We can prove
you made those calls, Stewart.

Even if he did make a few crank calls,
it hardly...

Crank calls?
He made threats, Mr. Barclay.

According to you. But | guarantee it was
Harrigan who put him up to it.

He and his father,
they're all alike.

With their Irish temper,
they lose control,

and the next thing you know,
we have a murder...

So Harrigan did it because he's a mick?
Detective Logan is a mick.

I'm a mick, sir.

And if you don't shut up, I'll lose control
and throw you out of the room!

Take that cap off. Your tough-guy act
is not going to save you.

Our witness puts you in the park
with Colin and the gun

a half an hour
before Mr. Prescott was shot.

We didn't have a gun. | swear.

LOGAN: Where did you go
after you left Wolman rink?

We went home. Where exactly
did you walk to?

| walked Colin to Columbus Circle,
then he took a subway.

The skate geek is lying.
| didn't have any gun.

And what about those black kids? You just said,
"Boo," and they took off?

| just lifted my jersey

and showed them the corner of my hip pad,
you know, on my hockey pants.

It looks like a gun butt.

That's what they saw, and that's what
the other guy saw.

Tell me exactly how you went home
from the rink.

We walked over to Columbus Circle and then |
hopped the A train to Dyckman.

That's it?
You went straight home?

Well, you had your chance.

| just finished talking to Stewart Barclay.
He has a different story.

He doesn't skip the part about going to
the Prescott house.

What specifically did he tell you?
Everything | need to know.

Stew wouldn't tell you squat.
We didn't do anything.

His statement's being
typed up as we speak.

After he signs it, you can read it
on your way to Rikers.

TOM: Wait a minute.

We wanna talk to our lawyer
in private.

You got a confession from Barclay?
JACK: Did | say that?

You certainly implied it.

There's no law
against lying to a suspect.

And you probably miss the good old days
before Miranda.

Hey, if anybody
wants to hear some of this,

| could accidentally
hit the intercom button.

That's what my old man
would've done

in the good old days
before Miranda.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Harrigan wants to make a statement.
He's aware of his rights.

I've advised him against it,
but this is what he wants.

| did it. | shot Prescott.

Mr. Harrigan,
| Know what you're trying...

| don't care
what Stewart Barclay said.

| shot Prescott. He ruined everything
| worked for.

That's all fine, except for the gunpowder
onh your son's gloves.

Those are my gloves.
Colin wears them sometimes.

Prescott's secretary told me
what time he gets home.

| wanted to talk to him
about Colin.

He didn't give a crap.

He said
Colin had his one chance.

He said that's the only chance
people like us deserve.

| shot him.

You don't believe me?
I'll take you to the gun.

MAN: Yeah. It's over here.

| put it in there, in a bag.

.32 Charter Arms Undercover.
That's it.

Read him his rights.

Thomas Harrigan, you're under arrest for the murder
of William Prescott.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against...

Harrigan pled guilty at his arraignment
and waived indictment.

It's all over
except for the cheering.

Look, | don't believe it. The man's dedicated
to his son.

He has every reason
to take the rap.

And every reason to shoot the man he blames
for ruining his son's future.

ADAM: Police find
a fingerprint on the gun?

A partial of Harrigan's
thumbprint on the pistol butt.

You're ighoring
the possibility

that he just helped his son
get rid of the weapon.

Yes, | am, Claire,
because I'm not his attorney.

We say he's guilty. He says he's guilty.
He's guilty.

How contrite was he
at the plea negotiation?

Enough to get his sentence
reduced to 15-to-life.

The allocution's tomorrow.

Be happy, Miss Kincaid,

we're saving the taxpayers
a quarter of a million bucks.

| waited for Mr. Prescott across the street
from his house.

| wanted to talk to him
about my son.

| had a gun with me that | carry
for my protection.

Mr. Prescott drove up in a town car. | waited
for the car to drive away.

Then | crossed the street
to talk to him.

We had an argument.

He insulted me.
He insulted my family.

He turned his back on me
like | was a panhandler.

At that moment, | got angry.
| shot him twice in the back.

And then | ran away.

JUDGE BARRY: Is that
satisfactory to the People?

Just one moment, Your Honor.

What's going on?

Your Honor, we find
the allocution unsatisfactory.

My client just described, in detail,
how he shot the victim.

What else does Mr. McCoy want?

Mr. McCoy,

We move for a continuance.

Your Honor, we have a deal in place.
We agreed to 15 years.

If Mr. McCoy is just trying
to up the ante...

I'm not, Your Honor.
| simply request 24 hours.

But if the defense
can't consent to this,

| will withdraw
the sentence agreement.

All right, Your Honor,
then | withdraw my objection.

Court will reconvene
at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

He said he waited for Prescott's car
to drive away.

Prescott's driver
told the police

he dropped him at the corner,
more than half a block away.

Harrigan couldn't have
seen the car.

| would've rather
been wrong.

Our case against the boys
is still at square one.

They had a little gang
at school?

Get their names and bring 'em in
for show-and-tell.

I'm Jack McCoy.

I'm the Assistant District Attorney
for New York County.

You were invited here to talk to me about the murder
of William Prescott.

And make no mistake,
you will talk to me.

You're going to tell me
everything you know

about Colin Harrigan and Stewart Barclay's roles
in that killing.

If you don't,

if you lie,

I'll add a new word
to your vocabulary.

Conspiracy to commit murder.

You could serve as many years in prison as you have
candles on your birthday cake.

Who wants to speak first?

Detective Morel.
Start with this one.

The longer this takes, the harder these gentlemen
will push.

They don't scare me.
They can't lay a hand on us.

| don't see anybody
around here to stop them.

This isn't a rock-music video,
son. This is reality.

Aman is dead, and our patience
is wearing thin.

Detective Logan? Let's you and me
have a conversation.

| give your friend 15 minutes
with Detective Logan.

He will not only implicate
Harrigan and Barclay,

he might even point the finger
at some of you.

There's... You have something
to say to me?

Kelly.

Andrew Jameson.

What do you want to tell me,
Andrew?

It was all Stewart's idea.

He told Colin
to bring a gun.

Three of us were gonna wear ski masks and scare the hell
out of Prescott's old man.

So you went?
No.

| was scared.

Stewart gets pretty extreme
around Colin.

Any of your other friends know
about this plan?

No.

Just the three of us.

Did Stewart or Colin tell you what happened
at the Prescott's?

No.

But Stewart told me
we had to stick together.

And not to say anything.

JACK: It's over, Stewart,
even your father realizes it.

I've got you for conspiracy,
and if | eat my Wheaties,

| can get you
for second-degree murder,

and | won't care that Colin actually pulled
the trigger.

But...
NATHAN: Stewart, be quiet.

Mr. McCoy,

what if my son testified that he saw Colin Harrigan
shoot William Prescott,

what could he expect from you?

Would he testify to that?

I'd let him plead to conspiracy
and recommend a minimum. ..

No, no, no. Not good enough.

He was party to the murder
of an innocent man.

What do you think is fair?

| don't have to be concerned
with that, Mr. McCoy.

Stewart will not be charged.

He will testify in closed court.
His testimony will be sealed.

And nothing will stain his record.
That's our offer.

Barclay has you
by your shorts.

You can't get the Harrigan kid
without his son's testimony.

It was his son's idea to go there. It was his idea
to bring the gun.

He's got as much blood on his hands
as Colin Harrigan.

And now he gets to go home
and wash up.

And that's the prize
for blinking first.

It's not right, Adam.

Barclay thinks he can bully us, ‘cause he's got
money and privilege.

Not to mention that he's the father
of the only eyewitness.

Whether it's fair or not,
this time, money walks.

Well, as of now, everyone's walking
except Tom Harrigan.

That man's ready to burn at the stake
for his son.

Yep.

I'd do the same for my kid.
You'd do the same for yours.

Give Barclay what he wants. Not unless
| absolutely have to.

Even if what Stewart Barclay
says is true,

it's still uncorroborated
accomplice testimony.

It's meaningless. Colin has nothing to worry about.

JACK: Don't believe it,
Mr. Harrigan.

If don't hear from your son, I'll be in front of
a grand jury tomorrow morning.

By noon, Colin will be indicted for murder.
You're all talk.

Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna finish what | started.

If you go ahead
with the allocution,

you do it without
the sentence agreement.

So what?

Then | do 25-to-life
instead of 15. | don't care.

Prescott had it coming.

The whole time Colin
was growing up,

I'd see these prep school kids
onh my way to work.

They had their blazers,
their gray pants,

and this look that comes from knowing the whole world
is laid out at their feet.

That's what | wanted for him,
to be like them.

And that bastard Prescott
took it away from him.

This is So wrong,
Mr. Harrigan.

I'll make any sacrifice
for Colin.

| sent Colin away to live with my sister
in Pittsburgh.

He's going to get
a second chance.

(GATE BUZZING)

JACK: As long as his father
says he did it,

Colin can always present a plausible alternative theory
for the crime.

We'd never convict him.

So, because you
can't get Colin,

you won't withdraw the charges
against his father?

Some consolation prize.

I'm not about to let go
of the only leverage | have.

Leverage against whom? Tom Harrigan?
Against Colin.

His father sent him
out of the jurisdiction.

| don't believe that it was to give him
a new lease on life.

He wants to keep us away from him.
Or him away from us.

Maybe Colin's on the fence
about his father's martyrdom.

Call Judge Barry
at home about a subpoena.

| want Colin in my office
tomorrow morning.

And tell Nathan Barclay
| want his son there, too.

What's he doing here?

| wanted him to get a good look at you
before you go away for life.

Colin, you and your mother
go home right now.

JACK:
Be quiet, Mr. Harrigan.

There's no plea bargain
anymore, Colin.

Your father will do 25 years,
minimum.

Mr. Prescott's family will make sure
he never gets parole.

Don't listen to him!
It's a death sentence, Colin.

Do you really want
your father to die

in prison
for something you did?

| Know what it's like where you grew up.
| Know what they say.

You do your own time
for your own crime.

It's time to be
a standup guy, Colin.

It's time to say
who shot William Prescott.

Colin.

Dad. ..

I'm sorry.
Don't do this.

| shot him.
Oh, my God.

He recognized me.

Said | wasn't good enough to be in the same school
with his kid.

Said | belonged in the dirt
and the tunnels. ..

with my dad.

Look, manslaughter one, Jack.
We send it to family court.

He shot a man
in the back twice.

He left a widow and two kids. This doesn't go
to family court.

Jack, he's 13.

I'll consider a lesser plea.

But only if he tells me
who was with him.

Nobody. | did it myself.
No!

He told me everything
that happened, Mr. McCoy.

Stewart Barclay was there! Colin, tell him
what he said to you.

He said he shouldn't take it from Prescott.
He told Colin to shoot!

Unless your son testifies to it in court, it's hearsay.
It's inadmissible.

I'm not saying anything.
Stew wasn't there.

Colin, for God's sake...
I'm not a snitch, Dad.

| don't squeal on my friends.
Your friends?

Stewart Barclay is waiting down the hall right now,
ready to sell you out.

| don't care what he does.
| do what | do.

Like you, Dad.

Not like them.

Colin, for the last time.
Don't do this!

Have an officer take him
to Central Booking.

We won't be needing your son's testimony,
Mr. Barclay. Colin confessed.

You can take Stewart home.

He's free to go.