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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.

The coffee shop is
open till 1:00 a.m.
Here's your thermostat.

It's left for cooler,
right for hotter.

Cut that out!

Hey! Get off!
I mean it!

You've got extra blankets
in the closet there.

Right.There's a 24-hour
dry-cleaning service.

Just call the valet.

How do we get
this channel?

"Naked Nights."We don't.

I can have
the desk block that.Thank you.

The health club
is open till
10:00 p.m.

You just take
the elevator
marked roof.

We have a video
checkout.

There's
an information card
on the desk...

What's in here?That is called
a mini-bar.

We will not
be using that.

Joey took a can of pop.

Joey!
How much is that?

$3.50.

Jeez!
You're kidding.

Can we put it back?

I don't think
it goes back.

It's electronic.Oh, man.

Dad!What?

That man.
Is he dead?

Kids wanted to see
the Statue of Liberty.
We're going home.

Lennie,
this is Mrs. Mills.

"Ms."And Ms. Tanner.

Ms. Mills says
she heard a gunshot.

Sylvia said
it was a backfire,

but I grew up
in West Virginia,

and all the men
in my family had guns.

She thinks she
heard it around 5:00.

I didn't look
at my wristwatch.
I opened the door

and saw a man
running down the hall.
He had on a green shirt.

I only saw his back.

Well, was he short,
fat, tall, thin?

Uh...

Not tall like you.
He was about average.

Well, don't go
anywhere, okay?No! No, no. I won't.

All right.

She likes you.

Yeah, maybe if I play
my cards right.

Scapelli,
tell us something.

Michael Malone,
registered from
Tucson, Arizona.

Wound to the chest from
a small caliber pistol.
No brass.

Airline ticket.

Michael Malone.
Just flew in from
Miami this morning.

Long way around
from Tucson.

No wallet.
Seventy-two bucks
in his side pocket.

Let's see, three shirts,
one pair of pants.

Two theater tickets
for tomorrow night.
The King and I.

Guy liked to party.
Quart of 12-year-old
Scotch and an ice bucket.

Hey, that door's supposed
to be locked, right?

Maid says it's been
busted about a week.

Yeah?

Uh, Jimmy, yeah, Mike's here,
but he can't come to
the phone right now.

Okay, I'll tell him
you're on your way up.

Mr. Malone has visitors.

Over here, right here.
Oops. Wrong floor.

This car's
out of service.

Which one of you
is Jimmy? You?

My name is Pete.

That makes you
Jimmy, then, right?

We're minding our
own business here.

And what business
is that?

Our business.

Who'd you come
up here to see?

Army buddy, but we got
the wrong floor.

What you got
in the envelope?

Documents.

Oh, and what
do you got in here?

Aw! I hope you got
documents for that.

Let's go.

Pogosian, James. Forgery.
Criminal possession.
Issuing a bad check.

I forgot
I closed the account.

Assault. Criminal
possession. Assault.Pogosian, Peter.

Grand larceny auto.
Grand larceny auto.
Grand larceny auto.

You could at least
put some music on.

You two like
other people's cars, huh?

These registrations
are all legit.

And you were taking them up
to Mike Malone, why?

Who?The guy
on the 14th floor

whose room
you called, Jimmy.

What if I did?Mr. Malone is dead.

No kidding?

So you can see
why we want to talk
to two mooks

who were hanging around
with a gun.

I get it. We killed him,
then we went
to visit him.

What'd you guys think,
we forgot our hat?

Okay. If you
didn't kill him,

tell us what you
were doing there.

Just car business.
He called us up from Miami,
said he wanted to meet.

And who else knew
he was staying
at that hotel?

We knew. If you want
to know who he told,
you'll have to ask him.

This conversation's over.

The gentlemen's
attorney.

I lost my gun permit, Gori.
This guy don't believe me.

Pete, shut up.

You had probable cause
to search my clients?
It's a trick question.

I saw the outline
of a gun.

With your X-ray vision,
no doubt.

Thank you, Mr. Gorian.
Book them.

Well, even if they walk,
it's one more gun
off the street.

The M.E. just called.
The slug in Malone
was from a .22.

Your friends were carrying
a nine-millimeter.

You know, Malone wasn't
going to drive these
pictures back to Florida.

Well, if he was
car shopping,
he had cash on him.

Those boys don't
take personal checks.

Yeah, well, he had
a fast 72 bucks
in his pocket.

Did you look in
the hotel safe?

No, he didn't
give us anything
for safekeeping.

You're not just saying that
because he's not around
to tell us different, are you?

Here's the ledger.
Look for yourself.

Did Mr. Malone
have any visitors?

I don't know.

Any incoming
phone calls?

We don't keep records.
His outgoing calls
are on his bill.

Let's see,
no outgoing calls.

A real lonely guy,

or else he just
didn't want anybody
to know his business.

This the credit card
he used?

Yeah. You can keep it.
That's his copy.

No room service charges.
I wonder where he got
that bottle of Scotch.

There are two liquor stores
within a few blocks of here.

Actually, three.
You want to take a walk

and see if he had company
when he went shopping?

Thanks.

Yeah, he was here.
He was here by himself.

Bought one of those
fancy bottles of scotch.

Paid for it
with one of those
brand new hundreds.

He had a roll
on him, too.

You remember
what time that was?

It was in the afternoon,
but I couldn't tell you
exactly when.

Your tape is
time-stamped.Yeah?

Where do you keep
the rest?

It's in the back.
But I can't get it
for you now.

Come on, I got
customers here.

I'll help you look.

Lot of good labels
up there.

It'd be nice to
share a taste.

You asking me
for a date?

My mama told me
never to date a cop.

They fool around
on you.

How about this guy?

Anybody around here
date him yesterday?

I didn't,
but he's cute.

You've been at this
too long, honey. He's dead.

Hey! You don't
work my store.
Get out of here!

Lennie, change for a hundred.
Yesterday, 4:33 p.m.

Did any of the girls
hit on the guy?

Well, not in my store.

Did he talk to anybody?

Well, maybe on the phone.
He asked me for quarters.

He could have
picked up a girl,

invited her up
for a party.

If he did, we haven't
found her yet.

Anyway,
that credit card
Malone was using,

it was an
additional card

on the account
of Victoria Lewis
of North Miami Beach.

Wife?I just called her,

left a message
on her machine.

LUDs from the payphone
across from the liquor store.

4:37, long-distance call
to North Miami Beach.

Victoria Lewis.

Well, if you don't
need me around here,

I'll go home
and take a nap.

His credit card's
on her account.
She's not home.

Well, she wasn't home
yesterday either.

That first call lasted
less than a minute.

Then Malone
made another call

to a construction company
in Miami.

Yeah, hello.
Victoria Lewis, please.

She's not?

Well, this is
her Uncle Stanley
from Chicago.

Yeah, could you tell me
where I could find her?

Oh, really?
Yeah, okay, thanks.

She works there,
but she took today off
for a long weekend.

She's flying up north
to meet her boyfriend.

Call the airlines.
Maybe you can meet
her plane.

Oh, wow, this is great.
Did Mike send you?

He is such a doll!
Where is he?

Miss Lewis?
I'm Detective Briscoe.

This is
Detective Curtis.

What's going on here?

We need to talk
to you.

May I see that?

Arriving passenger
Joseph Ryan,

please wait for your party
at the lower level...

Where's Mike?

We have some
bad news, miss.
He's dead.

What?

He was murdered
yesterday afternoon.

He warned me
this might happen.

What might happen?

I don't believe you.

Oh, God!

So where's the FBI,
and why aren't they here?

The FBI?

Well, didn't you
call them?
Don't you know?

No. Tell us.

I don't know if
I'm supposed to.

I guess it
doesn't matter now.

Mike was working
for them.

He was an
FBI agent?

Undercover.
A special informant.

He worked on
that big Mafia case.

He should have been
in the Witness Protection,
you know,

where they change
your identity,

but he valued his freedom
too much.

People were
looking for him.

The Mafia?

And Cubans.
He used to work for
the CIA in Nicaragua.

Oh, God, you guys
don't know anything!

How long had you
known him, Miss Lewis?

Almost six months.

And you gave him
your credit cards?

No. It wasn't like that.
He put his money
in my account.

We were engaged.

Did you ever meet
any of the people
he worked with?

Once, around
Labor Day,

Mike had me
take some money
out of the bank.

We gave it to a man
in a parking lot.

Mike said
it was a sting.How much money?

$10,000.

Did you take any money out
for his trip to New York?

Fifty thousand.

Did Mike ever give you
his real name?

What do you mean?

Did he ever use
any other names
that you knew of?

Once in the trunk
of his car,
I found some mail.

It was addressed
to Michael Webber.

And he said that
that was one of his covers.

What kind of a scam
was he running?

He put cash
into her account?

Softening her up for
the big withdrawal?

Well, what does
she earn at that
construction company?

Hey, here we go.
Michael Webber.
Outstanding warrant.

He's a wanted man.Who wants him? The FBI?
The Mafia? Fidel?

Worse. Ex-wife.
The warrant's
from family court.

Webber v. Webber.
He owed Mrs. Webber
alimony and child support.

Maybe she decided
it was time to collect.

We're looking
for Arlene Webber.

I'm her father.
She's not here.

What do you want?It's about
her ex-husband.

Oh, did you find
that bastard?

We've been trying
for five years.

Yeah, we found him.
He's dead.

Did he have
any money on him?

It belongs to
my daughter.

Seventy-two bucks.

He owes her
$200,000.

What happened to him?He got shot.

Shot?
Where was he?In a hotel. Midtown.

In New York?

You didn't know
where he was?

Nobody knew.

Billy, his son,
my grandson?

He's got leukemia.
He's sick.

Webber never even
saw the kid once.
Can you believe it?

You mind telling us
where you were around
5:00 p.m. yesterday?

Where I always am
at 5:00 p.m. on Wednesdays.

Dragging 30-pound sacks
of dirty laundry

from restaurants in
Washington Heights.
I drive a linen truck.

Mr. Schaeffer,
where can we
find your daughter?

Mount Eden Hospital.
Pediatric ward.

He's dead?

You want to talk
about this outside?

It doesn't matter.

Shoot!
Are you talking
about my dad?

Yeah. We're sorry.Don't worry about it.
Billy never even met him.

I think he's gonna
come back, though.

Billy, I'll be back
in a few minutes, okay?

We lived
in Park Slope,
duplex.

Summer nights,
we'd sit out
on the terrace,

have a smoke,
look at Prospect Park.

Then he decided
he wanted to look
at something else?

No, that's the funny part.
He wanted his girlfriends

and his weekends in
Las Vegas with whores,

and he wanted to
be married to me.

Like one thing
didn't affect the other.

I sued for divorce.
I was six months pregnant.

You must have been
pretty upset.

He was mad at me.
I was the one
who broke us up.

Thought he could have
whatever he wanted
all the time.

Well, I don't think
a bullet in the chest
was on his wish list.

It wasn't
on mine either.

All I wanted was
the money he owed us.

You saw Billy.
I can't work anymore.

My father should've
retired two years ago.
His job's too hard for him.

Your husband
didn't pay anything?

The judge ordered
the settlement,

Mike leaned over to me
and said, "Forget it."

I got home
about an hour later,

found out
that my rent check
had bounced.

He had cleaned out
the bank account
on his way out of town.

Just for the record,
Mrs. Webber,

where were you
yesterday at 5:00?

I didn't kill Mike.
I was here.

And you had no idea
where he was?No.

My lawyer
tried everything
to find him.

Only 20% of the children
of divorced fathers

who need financial
support get any.

This one
has leukemia.

Yeah,
Michael Webber.

Special prince
from day one.

His first year or two
on the road,

he used to send
his ex-wife postcards
from Martinique.

"Having a wonderful
time with Tiffany.

"Oops, did I forget to
pay your heating bill?"

Tiffany?Who knows?

He just liked
to torture Arlene.

How did he
make his living?

He brokered
used cars.

Shipped them to Europe,
South America.

His income was
major six figures.

Cars are pretty big.
You couldn't find him?

He didn't have to
be with the cars.

He ran his operation
out of a briefcase
and a telephone.

He lived in Arizona
for a while.

We contacted
the local police.

They were too busy
to serve an out-of-state
warrant.

By the time we got
a lawyer down there,
Webber was in California.

We did manage
to slap an injunction
on some of his cars

being shipped
out of San Pedro.

We just have to
prove they're his,

and Arlene will get
some of her money.

So, things are
looking up?

Yeah. Except her son
needs a bone marrow
transplant or he'll die.

Arlene and her father
don't match.

Webber was
a potential donor,
if we'd found him.

What about
after California?We heard he was in Miami.

A collection agent
we work with sometimes

went down there
a couple of months ago.

He came up empty.

So which murder case
would you drop

to go serve warrants
on deadbeat dads?

Somebody's
gotta find the time.

I mean,
look at this guy.

He's on a world tour with
the bimbo of the month.

Let me tell you
one thing.

There's two sides
to every divorce.

Well, this one
has three sides.

I mean, how many
child support payments
did you ever miss, Lennie?

My ex just kept
my checkbook.

If I forgot,
she knew how to
forge my signature.

You know,
that collection agent

was in Miami
a couple of months ago.

Right around
Labor Day.

I usually get my expenses
up front, but for
the Women's Center

I pay my own freight.
It's a charity.

That's very nice.

Are you sure you
didn't get a peek
at Webber down in Miami?

Only thing
I got in Miami

was a case
of sun poisoning.

Hello.

That's him.

Do I know you?

The parking lot of
the Pancake House.

Labor Day. $10,000.

I'm afraid you
got me confused
with somebody else.

I was with Mike.

I don't know what
she's talking about.

That's okay, Kirby.
We do.

Now, how about we start
all over again, huh?

Vicki, why
don't you go get yourself
an ice cream cone?

No. I want to know
who this guy is.

Please.
Have one on me.

Okay. I found him.

Practically laughed
in my face.

He said I wasn't
gonna get a cent,

his ex wasn't
gonna get a cent.

All his money's buried
in proxy names.

He didn't even own
his own clothes.

I said, "Fine.
I'll call the cops

"and you can sit in jail
while we look for your money."

But he had
a better idea.

Yeah. He gave me
10 grand to go away.

But you wanted more
and he said no...I never saw him again.

Where were you
Wednesday afternoon?Nashville.

Looking for
the daddy of twins.

How'd you find
Webber?

I got his pager number.

I left him a message
I had some used Range Rovers.
He called me drooling.

How'd you get
his number?

From Arlene Webber's lawyer.

Where'd she get it?

I don't know.
Father-in-law,
Arlene's dad.

Max isn't here.
He's a driver. I don't pay him
to drive around the plant.

You always know
where he is?

He's on a tight schedule.
He has to hustle.

So, for example,
Wednesday afternoon?

Wednesday, Schaeffer.

Broadway and
Dyckman Street.
165th Street and up.

Now how do you know
he made those stops?

If he didn't, I'd have had
20 angry calls from customers
looking for clean napkins.

You got another one
of those?Sure.

You know,
if you guys are looking
to hassle Max,

you're making a mistake.

Because he's tough?'Cause he's a good guy.

Now, where can we
find him right now?

Friday afternoon.
Chelsea.

I ran into a guy who
did business with Webber
before the divorce.

He had a pager number.
He gave it to me.

You said you didn't know
where Webber was.

I didn't.
It was an 800 number,

one of those
satellite things.

He could've been
on the moon.

I thought maybe
the collection guy
could figure it out.

You ever use it yourself,
to call Webber?

Yeah, once.

I left a message
that his son needed
a bone-marrow transplant,

and asked him
if he'd be tested.

He never called back.
Look, I got a route
to cover.

He wears a green shirt.
He lied to us.

He didn't tell you
he didn't have
a phone number.

He hated the guy.

A lot of people wear
green shirts, Lennie.

You want to get his picture
in front of your witness
from the hotel?

A, she didn't
see his face.

B, she's sailing
through the Panama Canal

on a bridge cruise
with Omar Sharif.

She sent him
a postcard.

Max Schaeffer
will still be here
when she gets back.

If he did kill Webber,
he's walking around

with 50 grand
traveling money
in his pocket.

You think he's
going to run out
on his grandson

the same way
the father did?

You know,
when we saw the kid,
he was playing a video game.

Yeah?A new Playstation.

CD drive?Yeah, with, like,
six games.

Ooh.
Crash Bandicoot?

Excuse me,
young parents.

My kids' idea of
high technology was
Barbie's convertible.

No, Lennie, we're talking
about $500, $600 dollars'
worth of video game here.

Yeah. Who bought it
for him? And when?

See, you use
your thumb to jump.Cool.

You have to be running
or he won't make it
to the other side.

My daughter really
wants one of these.

Where did you get yours?

Grandpa brought it.

When was that, Billy?BRISCOE: That's okay, Doc.

Couple days ago.
In the morning.

Thursday?

Yeah, maybe.

Chickee, the mom.

You have to be ready
when they throw
fireballs at you.

What's going on here?

They're asking
about my game.

Get away
from my son.

Look, we would have asked you
if you'd have been there.

Ask me now.

Did your father give
that game to Billy
Thursday morning?

What if he did?

Whoever killed
your ex-husband
stole $50,000 from him.

You bastards.

Has your father
been saving up
for that game or what?

I got it from
the Angel's Dream
Foundation.

We told Billy
his grandfather
gave it to him.

I didn't want
to tell him

his grandpa is
a poor working stiff

who couldn't get
his dying grandchild

the one toy
he wanted the most.

Hey, it was your idea.

Yeah. You know,
I can't imagine
what that's like.

Yeah. Sickness,
poverty and then us.

Watching your kid
in the hospital,
waiting for a donor.

If I'd found Webber,
I might have shot him

and scraped
the bone marrow out
myself.

I don't think that's how
the operation's performed.

Listen, how many times
have we heard about

how tight Max Schaeffer's
schedule is?

I mean, when
did he have time
Thursday morning

to visit little Billy?

Something like that,
you make time.

Yeah.
First stop Thursday,
O'Connor's Tavern.

That's right down the street
from where Webber was shot.

So, if he wasn't there
Thursday morning,
when was he there?

Thursday, 9:00 a.m.
Every week for 11 years.

This week he showed up
on Wednesday.

And Max never came in
a day early before?

I'm gonna have to
reset my calendar.

Did he tell you
why he came in early?

I asked him.

He said he wanted
to clear some time
for Thursday morning.

He had something
special to do.What time was he here?

About 5:00.
The guys with jobs
were just coming in.

You guys want a drink?

No, thanks.

Webber had to walk
right by here

on his way past
the liquor store.

Yeah, at about 5:00.

This is not right.
You have no right
to do this.

Does your father
have a gun,
Mrs. Webber?

No. Is that what
you're looking for?

For starters.
I'm gonna check
the bedroom.

You never put
this much effort into
finding my husband

while he was alive.

Doyle?Nothing.

You check the freezer?And the garbage can.

What about this toaster?
You unplug it?

No.It's broken,

like everything else
around here.

Well, maybe this is
what was gumming up
the works.

About a dozen
$100 bills.

I won it on a horse
at OTB.

You always
hide your winnings
in a kitchen appliance?

In my neighborhood,
yeah.

Which horse, Max?

Number seven.

Yeah? What track?
What race?

Belmont.Wrong, Max.

They're running
at Aqueduct.

So it was Aqueduct.

Hey,
you think we're stupid?

Michael Webber was carrying
a roll of hundreds
when he was killed.

Hey, there are a lot of
$100 bills in the world.

Yeah. In toasters.

Max.MAX: Hi, Sam.

This is Sam Pokras,
an attorney.

Mostly real estate.
I'm Max's cousin.

Oh, what a tragedy.
First Mike is murdered,
now Max is in trouble?

Well, we want to
ask him a few questions.

Sam, they think
I killed him.

They do?

You didn't, did you, Max?No, of course not.

Then just tell them
the truth.

I never saw anybody
get hurt by the truth.

He said he was an attorney.

The suspect has
a right to a lawyer,
not to a good lawyer.

Couldn't this
whole interview
be thrown out?

I'll take care of it.

You heard
what the man said, Max.

You want to tell us the truth
about the money?

Mr. Schaeffer, I'm
Assistant District Attorney
Jamie Ross.

Did you understand
the rights that were read
to you earlier?

He's got nothing to hide.

So you understand
your rights, Mr. Schaeffer?

Yes.Okay? Everybody happy?

We didn't tell you
this before,

but we have two witnesses
from the hotel.

We'd like them to
take a look at you.

Go ahead.
He wasn't there.

Sam.What?

I was there.

But you just said...I met him
on the street.

I went up to his room
and we talked.

And he gave you $1,200
for old times' sake?

No, he told me to get...

Max, I think maybe now
you should shut up.

"Docket 74302.

"People v. Max Schaeffer.
Charge is murder in
the second degree."

Is counsel ready?

Hello?POKRAS: Your Honor, yes.

Sam Pokras
for the defense,

who happens
to be my cousin,

so I can vouch
for him personally.

How does he plead?Definitely not guilty.

Can I hear it from
Cousin Max, please?

Not guilty.

Your Honor,
the People request bail

in the amount
of $1,000,000.

What?

He's a decent man.
He doesn't even own
a passport.

He didn't need one
to commit murder

within the New York
City limits.

He has a job.
His grandson is sick.

Can the People live
with half a million,
Miss Ross?

Fine, Your Honor.Done.

Miss Ross,
Miss Ross.

I was talking
to Judd Fields.

He plays golf
with Barry Tuller,

a partner of
your ex-husband,
so I was told.

And?

He told me your boss,
Jack McCoy, is in
the plea-bargain business.

It's not a business,
Mr. Pokras.

Have you considered
employing co-counsel?

Is counsel ready?

Caroline,
where did he find you?

Yellow Pages.
Women's legal services.

I haven't met
the defendant yet,

but I always assumed
Max Schaeffer was a man.

The victim of
the central crime here

is Arlene Webber,
his daughter.

The central crime
isn't the murder?

Matter of opinion.

When the dead man
is deadbeat scum
like Michael Webber.

That's what your
client thought of him.
It's called his motive.

You're being
very helpful.

That's funny.
Is that your whole case?

He had the $100 bills.

Twelve of them.
The police say
500 were stolen.

He lied to the police.

He admitted being
in the dead man's
hotel room

at the time
of the murder.

Before the murder.

He says Webber was alive
when he left,

and you can't prove he wasn't.

We'll be in touch.

Good friends?

Last year,
I did pro bono work
at the Women's Center.

Solidarity forever.

How do we prove
Webber was dead
when Schaeffer left him?

He's not a
hardened killer.

He would have been
nervous, upset.

He might've said
something to somebody.

After he left
the hotel room,

did he make any more stops
on his linen route?

You think I noticed
what kind of mood
the laundry man was in?

Did you talk
to him?

I don't have time to chat
with the laundry man,

especially when
he comes in a half-hour
before dinner rush.

Which wasn't
his usual time.

Did you notice
anything else
unusual about him?

I don't know.
I don't care.

We leave the dirty linen
in an alcove
by the side door.

He comes in.
He picks it up.
He goes away.

Yeah, but he was
a day early.

So, was the laundry
in the alcove?

No. It was
in the storeroom.
Down here.

It's a nice, quiet
place. You let him
come in here alone?

Why? Was he gonna steal
a can of chickpeas?

No, we're more
concerned about

what he might've
left here.

So Schaeffer is nervous,
he wants to stash the gun.
He's coming back in a week.

Ah, garlic, Rey.
The secret
of fine cuisine.

Really? I thought
it was corn flour.

This is kind of like
the Easter egg hunt
at the Curtis household.

Ooh!
Check out this loose vent.

I think I win
the chocolate bunny!

.22.

What's the matter?
The Yale Club
isn't open yet?

Good morning.

I hear
I'm gonna be getting
a ballistics report.

And you ran over here
'cause you couldn't wait
to get the bad news?

Actually, I walked.

Without your co-counsel?

I sent Mr. Pokras
to the library
to do some research.

He'll be back when
the trial's over.

If you really want
to go to trial.

We found
the murder weapon,

and it has your
client's fingerprints.

Well, I hate to ruin
your weekend, Jamie.Caroline,

I don't think you can.

Max Schaeffer will be
pleading self-defense.

Self-defense?

I thought he
didn't kill Webber?

I misspoke.
He killed him
in a struggle.

After an argument,
Webber pulled a gun
on him.

Webber pulled a gun?

The one you found.
When you get
the registration trace,

you'll see
that it belonged
to Michael Webber.

Here, fell out
of your mailbox.

It's Webber's gun.

He bought it
eight years ago
in Connecticut.

That's convenient.

He was carrying
$50,000 cash.
He was armed.

Yeah. What about
that money?

What does Caroline Bennett
have to say about that?

Schaeffer took $1,200 home
for rent and groceries
and hid the rest.

Caroline will bring it in

along with
a family court order
giving it to Arlene.

I love these happy endings.
What's the rest of the story?

Schaeffer saw Webber
on the street.

He followed him
back to his room.

You believe it?

I can talk to somebody
who knew them both.

My dad isn't gonna
have to go to jail,
is he?

That depends upon
how credible his story is.

His story? My father
doesn't tell stories.

Up to now,
he's been telling people

he didn't murder
your ex-husband.

That's because
he was scared.

He didn't know what
would happen to him.

Mrs. Webber,
does your father
have a temper?

He argues
about football teams
with his friends.

He doesn't go around
shooting people.

What about your
former husband?What about him?

Your father said
he pulled a gun on him.

So he did.

Was he the kind
of person

that would do
something like that
without being provoked?

My father is lucky
to be alive.

You want to know
what kind of person
my ex-husband was?

Here's where he used me
as an ashtray.

A little going-away present
at the end of our marriage.

Schaeffer saw Webber,

the man who abused
his daughter
and ruined her life,

who wouldn't even
visit his own dying son.

So far, Jack,
I'd say the jury
will be with her.

They argued,
Webber pulled his gun,

Schaeffer grabbed it,
bang.

And all this because
Schaeffer happened to see
Webber on the street?

Jack, Webber was
a possible bone-marrow
match for his son.

You think the grandfather
would go looking to kill him?

I think Caroline
will take man two.

You think? Or did you two
work it out at a meeting
in the ladies' room?

Okay, so I feel sorry
for a woman

who was brutalized
by her husband

and abandoned
with a sick child.

Call me a
sentimental fool.

But that doesn't mean
that Max Schaeffer's story
doesn't make sense.

I'd just like
to hear Webber's.

Fine. You arrange
the séance. Miss Ross can
work out the plea bargain.

Are you Mr. McCoy?Yeah.

I'm Victoria Lewis.
I called your office.

I heard the man
that killed my Mike
is going on trial here.

Is this the place?

Actually, Miss Lewis,
it's only a hearing.

Yes, but I flew
all the way up
from Miami,

and I want to make sure
that this creep gets
what's coming to him.

There isn't
going to be a trial.

The man who shot
your fiancé confessed.

Oh, good. I read that
some of these people
were getting off.

We made an arrangement
with him.

Manslaughter in
the second degree.

We don't believe
it was premeditated murder.

Oh.

Well, I know what
you think about Mike,

and I feel real sorry
for his ex-wife
and the kid,

but he must have had
a good reason
to leave her.

He told me
he had a sick boy.

He was getting a test
to help out.

No, he didn't
deserve this.

Excuse me.

Is that her?

Your father didn't
have to kill my Mike.

I don't have anything
to say to you.

Yeah, well, Mike did.
He loved me.

I'm the one he loved.

At least
I knew his name.

I might have been
a little excited.
I begged with him.

I told him about
the hospital bills,

and that Arlene
couldn't work anymore.

Billy wanted
a dinosaur book
and some stickers,

but we couldn't
give him anything.

And here was his father,
who never called once,

who owed us
all that money.

Reached in his pocket
and gave me two $100 bills
and said, "Here,

"here's a down payment."

Then he went
to his suitcase
and opened it up

and I saw all that money.
I thought he was gonna
give me some more.

Instead he came up
with a gun.

I was looking
right down the barrel.

He said,
"Get the hell out of here!"

I didn't care
whether I died or not.

I grabbed his hand
and pushed it to the side

and he pushed back
and the gun went off.

Are the People satisfied?

No.Your Honor,
we had a plea agreement!

It's withdrawn.

What the hell
was that?

You don't have a deal
until I say you have a deal.

So our negotiation,
our agreement,

our date with the judge
was all for nothing?

You just felt
like wasting
everyone's time?

I changed my mind.

You want to
give me a hint why?

Or you didn't like
Max's cologne today?

Jamie?

Caroline,
I'll call you.

Oh!

The great man doesn't
deign to confide
in his associate.

Maybe next year
you'll get promoted

to carrying
his briefcase.

You trying to destroy
both our reputations,
or just yours?

I'd rather be insulted
by Caroline Bennett

than mistakenly
free a murderer.

What are you
talking about?

Do you think Webber
would check a bag
with $50,000 in it?

Three shirts,
one pair of pants.

This is everything
from Webber's hotel room?

We didn't bring in
the furniture.

Just this suitcase?

Check.

Anything in the trashcan?Trash.

No baggage-claim check?

Why would there be?

He flew here from Miami.

Looks like carry-on to me.

Yes, it does.

You don't think he
checked a bag? So?

So he didn't bring
the gun with him
from Miami.

So he didn't have it
with him in the hotel.

So your client wasn't
threatened with it.

Want to try another story,
Mr. Schaeffer?

It's true.

Don't insult us.

Maybe Webber
left the gun
in New York

and picked it up
when he got here.

Where did he
leave it, Caroline?

Under a rock
in Central Park?

They let you back
on the team, Jamie?
How sweet.

Try this one.
Max did have the gun.

He carried it
for protection
on his laundry route.

He ran into Webber,
they argued,

and in a moment
of highly-justified
passion...

You can't decide
which lie to tell?

When we get in front
of the jury,

you'll have your theory
and I'll have mine.

Mine will make sense.Logic?

Which one do you think
they'll want to believe?

The one that points
to the old man
with the abused daughter,

or the one that points
to the man who abused her?

I tell you
to make a deal,
make a deal!

Caroline Bennett's
gonna make a jury

want to dig Webber up
and kill him again.

We can prove our case
or make a run at it.

Yeah? And how?

Max Schaeffer must
have gotten the gun
from his daughter.

Webber must have
left it with her
when they divorced.

She's gotta know
something.

I'm sure
she'll be delighted
to cooperate.

She could be subpoenaed.

We can even charge her
if she knew how her father
was gonna use the gun.

Papers are gonna
love that.

Trumping up a charge
against a woman

with a dying son.
Wonderful.

Who says it's trumped up
if she gave her father
the gun?

Could be that
Caroline Bennett is right.

She gave her father
the gun for protection
on his laundry stops.

Come on, Adam.
What's so scary
about a laundry route?

It's a coincidence
that he was carrying a gun
when he ran into Webber?

It was always
a coincidence

he ran into Webber.
Whenever.

He said he changed
his route, which put him
near the hotel that afternoon,

so he could visit
his grandson

in the hospital
the next morning.

Why that afternoon?
Why that morning?

How about this one?

Who knew that
Webber was gonna be
at that hotel?

We already danced this dance
with the cops. Malone, Webber,
whatever his name was,

he called us
and we made
the date with him.

He just called you
out of the blue?

Well, we're prominent
in our field.

And you never mentioned
your date with him
to Max Schaeffer?

We never heard
of Max Schaeffer.

Are you sure?Yeah.

All right.
You can think it over

while these officers
check the VIN numbers

on every axle
and engine block
on this lot.

Anything shows up stolen
on the computer,

this place belongs to
the city of New York.

You care so much?Deeply.

Okay. We didn't set up
the meet ourselves.

There was
a middleman in
for 10%.

He called us
about Webber.

Why didn't you
tell the police?

Our customer
gets taken off,

maybe by somebody
who set us up.

We handle that kind
of business ourselves.

Where's your
middleman now?

At the bottom of
the Hudson River?

We did have a nice
long talk with him,
but he's walking around.

His name is Kirby.
He's a collection agent.

I'm going to stuff
your head into that
little hole over there

until you start
telling us the truth!

Hey, you can't do that!
He's a witness.

What do you think,
Mr. District Attorney?

Webber was lured to New York
and killed for the money
he was carrying?

I think we're looking
at a death-penalty case.

Death penalty?

You want to see
the statute? It's got
your picture in it.

I didn't do
anything!You set it up.

You're as guilty
as the one who
pulled the trigger.

That son of a bitch
Schaeffer.

I didn't even get
a nickel out of it.

I told him I knew
Jimmy and Pete.

From the PTA?

I did some
collection work
for them.

I figured they could
get Webber up here.
The old man told me

I could make a little more
than my usual third
of what's recovered

once he was locked up.

You mean once
he was dead?

I didn't know he
was going to kill him.

I thought he was
gonna call the cops,

I swear. That's
what he told me.

Are you ready to
talk deal again,
McCoy,

or did you bring us here
for another one of
your practical jokes?

Neither.

I just had a nice
chat with Joe Kirby,
Mr. Schaeffer.

The
collection agent?

Right. The one
who did some work
for your client.

It turns out he's
also an associate of
Jimmy and Pete Pogosian.

The people
Michael Webber came up
from Florida to meet.

Good morning,
Caroline.

Your client
used Mr. Kirby

to set up Webber's trip
to New York.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We made a deal
with him this time,
Mr. Schaeffer.

He told you
when and where
the meeting was,

and you showed up
with the gun,

killed Webber,
stole the money...No.

You're in this, too.
You gave your father
the gun.

Who's going to
believe that?

Webber was a possible
organ donor for her son.

Maybe you just hated
your ex-husband

more than you loved
your child.

You don't know
what you're saying.
It's not possible.

We'll see
what a jury thinks.

You leave her
out of it.

Max.No.

I shot him.

She had nothing
to do with it.
I planned it myself.

Dad, don't!

I don't care.
I'm glad he's dead.

I think we're ready
to talk plea bargain
now, Caroline.

Murder two.

Anything he wants.
Long as he leaves
Arlene out of it.

Twenty-five years to life?
He's 67 years old.

Man one.
We leave sentencing
to the judge.

Talk, Mr. Schaeffer.

We knew he was the match
for the transplant.

Arlene had his
old medical records.

So I got
the son of a bitch
up here.

Why now?
Your daughter's
divorce lawyer

just found
some of his assets.

That stuff takes years.
Billy was sick now!

I knew if I got him
up here to buy cars,
he'd be carrying cash.

You could have
called the police
once he was in New York.

Yeah, sure.
Like they give a damn.

Yeah, I'd do it again.

Your plea bargain
gonna stick this time?

As far as
I'm concerned.

It's still one case
where I would have loved
to put the victim on trial.

He destroyed three lives.
He put out cigarettes
on his wife's chest.

He did tell his girlfriend
he was gonna be tested
for the transplant.

He also told her
he worked for the CIA.

He'd still be alive
if his wife didn't have
some old medical records.

Until he failed the test.

Jack, what kind of records
could she have had?

Going down.

Check with the hospital.

You people don't have
any other cases?

My dad's probably
gonna die in jail.
I hope you're happy.

I spoke to
your son's doctor,
Mrs. Webber.

I know.You know what?

Why you and your father
conspired to kill
your ex-husband.

Because he is
a miserable
cheapskate worm

who wouldn't help
his dying child.

How's that for a reason?

I have to get
some sleep now.

Did he call you?

Did he tell you
he was gonna get tested?

I can get his phone
records from Florida.
His medical records, too.

Do you want to know
what the doctor told me?

You can't tell
from old records

if a man
is an organ donor,

but you'd see
blood types,

and blood types can
rule out paternity.

He didn't know
he wasn't Billy's
father, did he?

If he'd been tested,
he would've found out.

And your entire claim
for child support, gone.

You know,
the last year of my marriage,
it wasn't much of a marriage.

I have no doubt.

Do you have children?

She's three.

My son gets so tired
he can't play.

My son starts vomiting
and he can't stop.
He's dying.

And I can maybe
keep him alive
a little longer

or maybe just make him
a little happier

if I had some money.

I have to go now.

I know.
We already got
the father.

But she's guilty, too.

We put her in jail,
her son dies alone.

Everybody's got
a sad story.

It won't be
an easy case to make.

Webber's dead.
Her father won't talk.

We can look for
other evidence.

You feel burned?

You feel sorry for her?

Call me a sentimental fool.

There's no statute of
limitations on murder.

We'll keep it.

Right on top
of the pile.