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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.

Look at it.
Right there.

Please, Mark.
Can we just go up?

Well, I gotta see
how deep it is.

Okay, you're right.
So the big,
bad parking attendant

put a teeny, little scratch
on your beautiful new car.

Now get over it.

I understand
accidents happen.

I just wish they
wouldn't lie about it.

I told you
we should have taken
a cab. Now come on.

What's that smell?Firecrackers?

That's Shelly's car.
What's she doing
parked there?

She probably has packages.

Yeah, but she knows
she's not supposed
to park there.

Why not?
You park there when
you have packages.

Mmm.

Oh, Mark, look.
Oh, my God.

They found her around 8:45.
They could still
smell the gunpowder.

They know her?They live
down the hall.

Shelly Ganz. 33.
She's some kind of
financial planner.

Is there
a Mr. Ganz?She's divorced.

They said she lives
with her parents.

They're in Connecticut
for the week.

Find their number.

That's a hell
of a way to treat
a camel hair coat.

Shotgun. One round.

I make it from
about a foot away

from the burn marks
and the spread pattern.

What's in the trunk?Groceries.

Cash and credit cards
are still in her purse.

So, she pulls in,
pops the trunk,
steps out... Hello.

The shot came
from this direction.

The shooter might
have been hiding
behind those pipes.

We got shoe prints
in the grease there
and one here.

Size nine-and-a-half
work boot.

Well, that
rules out Shaquille. Thanks.

I took out the trash
around 7:00.

It was the last time
I came down here until
Mr. Poletti buzzed me.

Have you noticed
anyone hanging
around the building?

No. Nobody.

Has anybody been working
over by those pipes?

No.Who all parks
down here?

Just the people
who live in the co-op?

Yes. But there's not
enough parking spaces.

Some of them have to
park on the street.

What about that
security gate over there?
Is that usually closed?

Yes. You open it with
a pass card. But any
credit card will do.

It was like
our little secret.

Not anymore.
Okay, you take that,

you give me a call,
you remember anything else,
all right?

Yeah.

One shot to the back.
No robbery,
no sexual assault.

You know what
this looks like.

Yeah. Looks like somebody
gets a parking space.

I don't
understand it.

Shelly didn't have
an enemy in the world.

She volunteered
at a food bank
for the homeless.

She did walkathons
for AIDS.

She was always
helping people.

It just doesn't
make any sense.

We were told
she'd been married.

Yes. She was divorced
almost a year and
a half ago.

That's when she
moved in with us.

We're gonna need
her ex-husband's address.

He lives in Utah.

Any problems with him?

No. They spoke together
once or twice, maybe,
in the last year.

Was she seeing
anyone recently?

Yes. There was someone
she met at work,

Peter something.
She said he was nice.

Peter Messina.
They broke up a couple
of weeks ago.

She was pretty hurt.

She was working up
to telling you.

He doesn't work
for that firm anymore.

Shelly said that he left
after they broke up.

We're ready
for the identification.

Maybe I should just go.No.

No, I want
to see Shelly.

I haven't talked to Shelly
since I left
Danielson and Quirk.

You just stopped
seeing each other
cold turkey?

Right, that's how
mature people handle it.

Getting yourself fired,
that's very mature.

It was my decision to leave.

We're all ears.

Shelly found out
I was sleeping with
her mutual fund analyst.

You burn the midnight oil
in my line of work.
You date what's handy.

Anyway, it was time
to get out of Dodge.

Yeah, well,
just for drill, cowboy,
where were you last night?

Home, with a cold.

I ordered some
hot and sour
from Szechwan Village.

So, it was just you,
a bowl of soup and
the mutual fund analyst?

No. She broke up with me
after she heard about Shelly.

In his short,
brilliant career here,

Peter cut a wide
swath through
the office pool.

He saw the writing
on the wall.

Nobody had to nudge him
toward the exit.

And after he left,
it was one big
happy family again?

Yes. Boy toys aren't worth
fighting over, Detective.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt Shelly?

No. Shelly was one
of the nicest people
who ever worked for me.

Nobody had a beef with her?
Maybe she forgot

to say hello to
the mail-room boy?

There was
one thorn in her side.

She was treasurer
of her parents' co-op.

Every other week
she got a nasty call
from someone

about co-op business.

For example?You name it. Contractors,
repairmen, owners,

people who would like
to become owners.

How bad did
the calls get?

She said she was
threatened a few times.

It's the nineties.
People play rough.

Our last treasurer,
Mr. Fields, passed away
about a year ago. He was 80.

It took Shelly,
oh, a good month
working with the auditors

to get the books
back into shape.

What other kinds of things
did she do?

Oh, she kept track
of the maintenance,
she paid the taxes,

she interviewed
prospective buyers.

We relied on her
for everything.
She did a wonderful job.

She screened
prospective buyers?

Yes, well, we can't
let just anyone move in.

The board does vote
on every prospect.

And she'd break the news
to the people you turned down?

Yes. She said
some people would not
take no for an answer.

Do you happen to remember who
any of those people were?

No, she never
mentioned any...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
You don't think that...

Are the applications
still in the co-op records?

Yes, but those records
are confidential.

Mrs. Keenan,
they might help us
to find Shelly's killer.

Well, I suppose
it wouldn't do
any harm.

The sad thing is,
Detective, this is
just the kind of thing

that I would have asked
Shelly's advice about.

Profaci checked with
the doorman at the
boyfriend's building.

He logged in
a Chinese delivery

at about 7:30 on the night
of the murder.

Too bad.

I would have loved nailing
the boy toy. So to speak.

And Forensics ID'd
the shoe print as coming

from a Danner work boot
with Vibram soles.

So, unless somebody
put down their shoe size

on their application...

Yeah, they put down
everything but.

You'd have to be a saint
to get into this place.

Or at least
not Puerto Rican.

They turned down
the Vegas, the Lopezes,
the Castillos...

Mmm-hmm.
I get the idea.

We have a Mr. Hoffman

who claimed on
his application
that he was single,

but Shelly Ganz found out

he had an ex-wife and
two kids in New Jersey.

He was buying a co-op

with undeclared
marital property?

Not to mention
the 50 grand he owes
in child support.

Maybe Ganz threatened
to report him.

I was turned down
because I run
this establishment.

Only 10 adult bookstores
left in Times Square,

and I'm the only owner
born in this country.

Well, I hate to burst
your red, white and
blue bubble, Mr. Hoffman,

but you were turned down
because you lied
on your application.

I told them I was in
the entertainment business.

You see these videos?
That's entertainment.

I don't see
Hello, Dolly!
up there.

Shelly Ganz found out
you were hiding money
from your ex.

She did?

This is news to you?Yeah.

She must have
called my ex-wife,
that little bitch.

That application
was confidential.
I'm gonna sue.

Don't bother.

Goes to show,
no good deed
goes unpunished.

Yeah. One man's do-gooder
is another man's busybody.

I mean, being treasurer,
she knew everybody's business.

Maybe not everyone
in the building is sorry
to see she's gone.

Here we are.
I hope I made it
strong enough for you.

Now, is there anything else
I can get for you?

Well, maybe just
a blood pressure monitor.Oh, you.

Mrs. Keenan,
I noticed the co-op

is a secondary lender
on some of the units.

Well, yes.
Our old treasurer, Mr. Fields,

approved mortgage loans
for our residents.

But Shelly put a stop
to that. She thought
it was financially unsound.

I can see why.
Some of your neighbors

are delinquent
on their payments.

Yes. We told Shelly
to do whatever
she thought best.

Yeah. Looks like
the people in 3-D
are feeling the heat.

Ah, yes.
The Tashjians.

They wanted Shelly's help
getting a loan someplace.

Yeah. There's a letter
here asking her approval

to use their co-op
as collateral,
but I don't see an answer.

Well, I don't know
what Shelly decided.

Maybe the loan company does.

Mr. Russo will be
back in the office
this afternoon.

You should really
talk to him.

Oh, we'll have more fun
talking to you.

We just want to know
about the Tashjian loan.

Loan information
is confidential.

Yeah, you know,
we hear that a lot.

But most of the time
it's just not true.

If you could just
pull their file.

You ask the questions.
If I can answer them,
I will.

Whoa! That's quite
a brick. The Tashjians
long-time customers?

Uh, they've had a loan
with us since 1995.

For how much?1.2 million.

Really?
What did they do
with all that money?

They own an ad agency.
They pay employees,
freelancers,

commercial production houses,
anything as it pertains
to their business.

We understand they were
applying for a new loan?

Actually,
they're renegotiating
the terms of this loan.

They're behind
on repaying it.

Seems to be
their habit.

They wanted to use
their co-op as collateral,
is that right?

Yes, but they're waiting
for approval from their
co-op's treasurer.

Shelly Ganz?Uh, yes.

They were supposed to
get it three weeks ago.

And if it doesn't
come through?We call in the loan.

Shelly told us there
was a problem because
of the co-op bylaws,

but she said she'd run it
by the board again.

Maybe you thought
she was the problem.

The way we heard it,
the board rubber-stamped
everything she told them.

Okay, I confess.
I killed Shelly.

Then I was going to kill
everyone on the board,

get myself elected
and rewrite the bylaws.
Makes a lot of sense.

Very funny.
Humor us some more,
Mr. Tashjian.

Where were you
Monday night?I got home about 6:30.

I was on the phone
with clients

until I heard
the sirens outside.

You were
by yourself?Yes. My wife was at the gym.

What's going on, Steven?

These are New York City
police detectives, Susan.
I'll explain in the car.

Is this your
parking space?

When someone's not
using it. Why?

Shelly Ganz
was shot right here.

We know.

It's been nice
talking to you.

You thinking
what I'm thinking?
Those cars look alike.

She's got the same
color hair, same age,
same build.

Easy to mistake
one for the other.

Hey, in this light
I'm lucky I recognize you.

This is
Susan Tashjian's
driver's license photo,

and this
is Shelly Ganz.

Hmm.
There's a resemblance.

So somebody wanted
Mrs. Tashjian dead

and hired somebody
who'd never seen her
to kill her.

Is this what
I'm hearing?

The shooter sees
a dark-colored luxury import

roll into Susan Tashjian's
parking spot.
A brunette gets out.

Now, he's not going to
ask her for ID before
pulling the trigger.

Well, what happened
to Steven Tashjian
killing the girl?

Well, LUDs confirms that
he was on the phone
when the shooting happened.

Anyway, killing Ganz
doesn't get him
the instant jackpot.

On the other hand,
having his wife clipped
might be the way to go.

If there's a nice,
fat insurance policy
at the end of the rainbow.

Well, if they have insurance,
they have premiums.

The Tashjians use
an outside bookkeeper
to pay their bills.

They've been clients
for the last seven years.
It's been quite a ride.

Yeah, mostly downhill,
from what we hear.

They won this big
luxury car account
a couple of years ago.

They took out a business loan,
moved to a new building,
buy new equipment.

So far, so good.

Yes, well,
the bottom fell out
of the luxury car market.

The company cut back on
advertising. The Tashjians
lost the account.

But they still have
to pay back the loan.

Here we go. There are two
yearly premiums to the
Dominion Insurance Company.

One for Steven's policy
and one for Susan's.

We're going to need
those policy numbers,
all right?

Yeah, they're on
the check stubs.

Correct me
if I'm wrong, but, um,

do you suspect Steven
of wanting to hurt Susan?

You've known them
longer than we have.
Do you think it's possible?

Well, the last time
they came in to do
their quarterlies,

they barely spoke to
each other. But I'm no
marriage counselor.

Susan Tashjian's
got a $300,000 policy
payable to her husband.

He has got a $500,000
policy payable to her.

So she's got 200,000
better reasons to kill him.

Yeah, unless the shooter
is Mr. Magoo,

I doubt he mistook
Shelly Ganz for
Steven Tashjian.

This whole notion
that my husband killed
Shelly Ganz is absurd.

Well, we happen
to agree.

You admit you're wrong?
That's refreshing, coming
from a city employee.

So, you're here
to apologize?

Oh, let's not
get carried away.

No, the thing is,
we think it's possible

that whoever killed
Ms. Ganz really meant
to kill you.

Why would anyone
wanna kill me?

It's just a theory.

Your husband told us
you were at the gym
last Monday.

Is that a regular
thing for you?

Yes. I work out
with a personal trainer

three nights a week
for the last year.
I go from 7:00 to 8:30.

How long
does it take you
to get home?

Ten minutes.
The gym's on 61st.

But Monday I gave
a friend a lift home
and went up for coffee.

So, normally
you get home by 8:45.

Did you call your husband,
tell him you were
going to be late?

No. Wait, you think...

We're just
covering all bases.

What a ridiculous idea.

Steven and I have
been married 11 years.
We love each other.

Well, if you can
think of anybody else,

uh, an ex-employee,
a client, a relative?

The last big argument I had
was with my dry cleaner.

There's nobody out
to kill me, Detective.

Well, maybe you remember
somebody following you,

somebody waiting
outside the building.

The only thing
I can think of

is last week the super
said a man tried to deliver
an envelope to me.

Who was he?I don't know.
I wasn't home.

I never heard
about it again.

I'm sure you're
wrong about this.

His hair wasn't
that curly. More wavy.
And he had a windbreaker.

Did it have a logo,
like a uniform?

No. You know, come to
think of it, it might have
been a leather jacket.

Big difference.

Yeah, well, I wasn't
paying attention
to his clothes.

I was mopping the floor.

His eyes weren't
that far apart.
And his chin was fatter.

What about this envelope,
what did it look like?I didn't see it.

It must have been
in this little duffel bag
he had.

I told him Mrs. Tashjian
wasn't home, she was
at her office,

then he went
back to his car.Did you see his car?

Yeah. I went outside
to dump the mop bucket,
and he got into a Mercedes.

You see the
license plate?No.

It was a newer
Mercedes, though,
dark green.

But the right front fender
had that gray primer paint
on it.

Did you tell him
where Mrs. Tashjian worked?

Yeah.

His ears are too big.

He might have
asked for Mrs. Tashjian
from the ad agency.

You know, people come
in and out of here all day.
I don't focus on their faces.

This was last week.
Look at the picture again.

He drives a green Mercedes
with gray primer on it.

Maybe you saw it
parked on the street.

No, that wasn't
a Mercedes.
It was a red Beemer.

Looked new
except for the primer
on the hood.

You saw this guy
in the car?

Yeah, it could
have been him.

He looked Hispanic.
I saw him get out.

What did he do?Checked the street numbers,
then he split.

Okay, thanks.

If it's the same guy,
it sounds like he gets
his cars from Rent-A-Wreck.

Or a body shop.

We don't do body work here.
We farm it out.

Get in, Detective.
See how it fits.

The body shops you use
specialize in Mercedes?

They also do BMW's and
Porsches. They all have
the same requirements.

We use two places.
One on the Upper East Side
and one on Avenue C.

Well, how
does it feel?

Like I can't afford it.

And those are
the only two
in Manhattan?

The only two places
that I use.

There are about
three more I don't.

What would it take
to get you into
this car, Detective?

Next week's
lotto numbers.

Would you just take
a look at the picture?

Yeah, one second.

People. They buy a German car,
all of a sudden they think
they're driving a tank.

What's this about?

It's about identifying
the guy in the picture.

Well, I gotta know
what you want with him.

Hey, you keep
stalling us,

we're going to
forget about this guy

and take a serious
interest in you.

Okay, okay.

It kind of looks
like Enrique Flores.

He's got a little shop
out in Hunts Point.

He does some
overflow work
for us sometimes.

No.

Just tell him to
call me back. Thanks.

He's still out in Brooklyn
picking up a car.

Would you look
at those girls, Rey?

Thirty degrees,
freezing rain,

they haven't taken a break
since we got here.

Politicians who complain
about the vanishing
work ethic

should meet these women.

I bet they have.

So, you find
a place yet?

Still looking.

Might not need it.Yeah? Good.

Listen. You know, I've been
down this road a couple of
times. If you wanna talk.

Yeah, thanks.
We're getting counseling.

Well, shrinks can be helpful.

It's a priest.

Whatever works.

Hey, Lennie,
that looks like him.

Unit two, go in. Go in.

I don't know, man.
We'll take a look
at it inside.

Enrique Flores.

What's going on?
What did I do?

You pissed me off,
that's what.

Hey, man. I don't know you.
Why you doing this to me?

Enrique Flores,
you're under arrest for
the murder of Shelly Ganz.

I don't know Shelly Ganz.
I don't know these
Tashjian people.

I don't even know
what I'm doing here.

You heard him.
He didn't do it.

Two witnesses
have him sniffing around
Susan Tashjian.

We have his boot print
in her garage.
He's the guy.

I was set up.
It has to be.

It's because I'm a Latino.
They have it in for Latinos.

Hey, the only people
we got it in for are
dirt-bag murderers.

Detective, there's no need
for ad hominem attacks.

Screw your ad hominem.

This guy blew a hole
the size of my fist
through a girl's back.

Who put you up
to it, Enrique?

You have to believe me.
I didn't do it.

If you wanna stay alive,
you better start talking.

No way.
This interview is over.

It's number four.

No. No, maybe not.

You know, if I could
get a closer look.

Can I go in there?It's against the rules.

I didn't know. Well,
those two in the middle
could be him.

Is that good enough?

Right now he's in
Central Booking.

But if he goes to
arraignment and makes bail,
he's gonna run.

What do you have
on him?

He was wearing
nine-and-a-half Danner boots
when we picked him up.

They're fairly new,
so the wear pattern

is not unique enough
for a conclusive match.

Fingerprints,
murder weapon, anything?

No prints. We're still
processing the body shop
and his house.

Unless we get something
conclusive to dazzle
the arraignment judge,

don't count
on high bail.

I'd just like to know
we have the right man.

Hey, we didn't get
Flores by mistake.

Somebody ID'd him
from a sketch.

Yes?

It's for you.

They want us to
lose his paperwork
for a few days.

By then, we might
have enough evidence
to get him remanded.

Yeah.

Susan Tashjian.

She was shot dead
a half an hour ago
outside her gym.

I was at the front desk
when I heard the shots.

By the time
I got to Susan,
she was dead.

Did you see anybody
out on the street?

Not at first.

Then people
started coming out of
that bodega over there.

It's such a waste.

Yeah, well, if you remember
anything else. Thanks.

She just wouldn't believe
somebody was out to get her.

Times like these,
I'd rather be wrong.

She was tapped
three times in the back.

Nine millimeter.
We have the casings.

Witnesses?Nothing yet.

Find the husband.
Bring him in.

I would like to see her.
I mean, can I at least
do that?

Oh, don't worry, Steve.
This time the job
got done right.

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

We're saying you found
somebody to finish off
what Enrique Flores started.

I did not have
my wife killed.
You're crazy.

You're practical.
You throw the insurance
money at your creditors,

maybe they leave you
alone for a while.

You think I had her killed
for $300,000?

Look, forget I loved Susan.
She was my partner.

She did all of
the creative work.

Without her,
the ad agency's just...

I can't believe
that you're accusing me
of this.

You're on the hook
for two murders,
Mr. Tashjian.

I didn't do it.

Damn you,
I did not do it.

Now, I have answered
your questions, and
now I wanna see Susan.

You want us
to put him up
for the night?

There's no evidence
to sustain an arrest.

Take him to the morgue,
then let him go.

Do we know for certain
how many policies
Tashjian had on his wife?

The bookkeeper
mentioned the one policy
with Dominion Life.

You don't think
Tashjian would kill her
for $300,000.

I think he'd make it
worth his while.

Well, he can't collect
on any policy

without a copy of
the death certificate.

I'll tell the Department
of Health to notify us
if they get any requests.

Meantime,
let's connect him
to Enrique Flores.

Well, if Flores ever did
work on Tashjian's car,
I can't find a record of it.

There's nothing in
Tashjian's files, either.

They weren't Army buddies,
they didn't go to
the same school.

Who would you ask
if you needed a hitman?

I'd find an old cop,
preferably one
with a lot of alimony.

Where did Tashjian
get his business loan?

Uh...

From the Beachwood
Loan Company in Brooklyn.

Flores borrowed $90,000
from them last year
to buy a frame straightener.

How many red and
how many green?

No, I don't want
Santa on the roof.

Just give me the lights
over the whole house.

Right. Fax me the contract.

You believe that?
$15,000 for Christmas lights.

So, uh, who were you
asking about?

Enrique Flores
and Steven Tashjian.

They both borrowed money
from you, Mr. Russo.

Call me Bunny.

Lynne, pull out
the files, will you,

on Steven Tashjian
and Enrique Flores.

You know, I put out between
five and seven million dollars
in loans every month,

so I don't know
everybody by name.

Flores has a body shop
in Hunts Point.
He owes you $90,000.

And Tashjian
has an ad agency.
He owes you 1.2 million.

I see.

And I hear
his wife was killed
a couple of days ago.

Thank you, Lynne.

So why do you wanna
know about these two?

We suspect Tashjian
had his wife killed
and Flores is involved.

They might have met
through your company.

Well,
it's not like I have socials
for my borrowers.

Why would Tashjian
kill his wife?

For the life insurance.
He needed money.

Who doesn't?

Oh, look, I'm not
defending the guy,

but a lot of people
had a beef
with the Tashjians.

How come?

They stiffed their clients,
suppliers, freelancers.

Every time one of them
sued, I'd get the call
as the primary creditor.

There are two
photo studios in Chapter 7
because of the Tashjians.

The Tashjians settled
with one photo studio.

The other one went out
of business when the
photographer was sued

for sexually
harassing his models.

What about their
other creditors?

They either
wrote off the debts

or they're waiting
for their turn in court.

Doesn't look promising.

This does.
The Department
of Health called.

They got two requests
for Susan Tashjian's
death certificate.

One from Dominion Life

and one from an agent
of the Champlain
Insurance Company.

Mr. Tashjian doubled up.Mmm-hmm.

Steven Tashjian?
Never heard of him.

You pulled his wife's
death certificate.

He's the beneficiary
on her life insurance policy.

Well,
let me look here.

You have
disability insurance?

Yes, with the city. Yeah, right.

The BOW policy.
Better Off Working.

You should think
about additional coverage.

Oh, here it is.

Susan Tashjian.
Champlain Life.
$600,000 payout.

That's nice
for Mr. Tashjian.

Well, he's not
the beneficiary.

No, the Beachwood
Loan Company is.
They own the policy.

Why would they have
life insurance on her?

Well, didn't she co-sign
for a loan with them?

Yes, she and her husband.

Well, Beachwood has policies
on all their borrowers.
Good thing, too.

Last year, they had
four people die on them.

Four claims worth over
three million dollars.

One of the borrowers
died of a heart attack.

The other three
were shot dead.
The crimes are unsolved.

Coincidentally, all three
were in default to Beachwood.
Same as the Tashjians.

Susan Tashjian
gets killed,

Beachwood gets back
half the money
it loaned them.

Loan companies seize assets,
they don't kill people
for insurance money.

Bunny Russo is not
your friendly
neighborhood lender.

In 1992, he got
two years probation for
aggravated harassment.

He took a baseball bat
to a client's car

while the client
was still in it.

And you think now
that he uses Flores
to murder his clients?

Flores and
whatever accomplice
shot Susan Tashjian.

We looked at
Flores' bank records.

He hasn't made a payment
to Russo in two months.

He's probably
working off his debt
by shooting people.

The mother of
all loan sharks.
Hell of a bedtime story.

Right now,
that's all it is. A story.

Reopen the old cases.
Find something on Mr. Russo.

My dad was supposed to
meet me at the Garden
for a hockey game.

He called to say
that he was having a drink
with a business acquaintance.

The next morning,
they found his body
near Battery Park.

Ten months,
they still can't tell me
what happened.

Your father borrowed money
from Beachwood Loan?

Yes. For his dress-making
business. $900,000.

But it was paid back
by an insurance company
after he died.

Why do you ask?

Did he ever
discuss his dealings
with Sam Russo?

Bunny? Sure.

They had
shouting matches over
the phone.

My dad was behind
on his payments.

His business was
in trouble. He owed
money everywhere.

Did Mr. Russo
ever threaten him?

Everybody threatened my dad.
He threatened them back.

He ran a sweatshop,
not a nursery school.

Wait. Is that bastard Russo
a suspect?

Have you ever seen this
man before or heard his name,
Enrique Flores?

No. Who is he?
Is he mixed up with Russo?

Do you know who your
father had drinks with
before he disappeared?

No. Look, my mother's been
waiting 10 months. If you
know something, tell me.

I can't discuss it,
Mr. Kaiser. I'm sorry.
Thank you for coming in.

And I advise you
to stay away
from Mr. Russo.

Waxman was a PI,
specialized in matrimonial
and missing persons.

You can imagine,
I had suspects
coming out of my ass.

Unfaithful spouses,
bill skippers,

not to mention two
ex-wives hawking him
for alimony.

What about
Beachwood Loan?

He owed them
close to 450 grand.

They took a big bath
on that puppy.

They did fine. They had
life insurance on him.

I didn't know that.

His name's
Enrique Flores.

He's a suspect
in another murder
involving Beachwood Loan.

I never heard
of him.

What's his connection
to Beachwood?

He borrowed money
from them.

He owns a body shop
in Hunts Point.That rings a bell.

We found
license plate numbers
in Waxman's notebook.

We figured it had
something to do
with his cases.

You traced the cars?Yeah.

One guy said
he had an accident

and didn't even have his car
the week Waxman was killed.

We thought Waxman got
the plate number wrong.

Here. The car was
getting fixed at a place
in Hunts Point.

You used one of
your customer's cars
to follow him, Enrique.

But Waxman made you.
He wrote down your plate.

No. No, it's a mistake.Doesn't make sense
any other way.

That's two killings
with your name on them.

It's a coincidence.
I'm the wrong guy.

What do you
want with him?

He knows
what we want.
Sam Russo.

But it's not me.
No way I did it.

Enrique, listen to
what they have to...

I don't want to listen.
I want to go home.

Starting tonight,
Mr. Flores, home is
a four-by-ten cell.

You can't do that.
I have bail.

We're re-arresting you
for the murder
of Jason Waxman.

This time I guarantee
you won't get bail.

Please,
I gotta go home!

You better listen to
your lawyer, Enrique.

You don't talk,
you're never
gonna go home.

Oh, God. My God.What, what, what?
Take it easy.

It hurts!Lay him down.

I can't breathe.JACK: Lay him down. Easy.

I'll call EMS.Who knows CPR?

After you.

Mr. Flores,
can you hear me? Yes.

You've had
a mild heart attack.

Please. I don't want to die.

You're gonna be fine,
but your heartbeat
is still irregular.

So we're gonna
keep you overnight
for observation.

I want to go home.

We'll talk about
that later, Mr. Flores.

Now, we're going to
give you a sedative
to help you relax.

But I need to ask you
a few things.

Where did you feel
the pain first?

In my head.
I felt a lot of pressure.

And what were you doing
when it started?

The police were
asking me questions.I see.

Because I killed
two people, Doctor.

I killed them,
and I'm going to jail.

Well, is he gonna live?Better than that.

He just fessed up
to the two murders.

You heard him?I was standing three
feet in front of him.

He didn't happen to
say Russo put him
up to it, did he?

No.

It's enough that he
admitted to the murders.

It's bedtime
for Mr. Russo.

You have
the right to a lawyer.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.
You understand all that?

Nothing I haven't
heard before.
Lynne, call David Sheehan.

Where are you guys
taking me?The 27th Precinct.

Tell him to meet me
at the 27th Precinct,

and page him
if you have to.Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.
You mind swinging
by my house?

They just put up the
Christmas lights today.

I'd really like to see
what they look like.

We'll have Santa
bring you a picture.

Five murders?
What are you doing, McCoy?

Cleaning out your desk
for the new year?

I was hoping
he might want to
clear his conscience.

My conscience?

We know
miracles don't happen
without a little help.

We have the shooter
for Ganz and Waxman.

You tell us who did
the other three,

you plead to murder one,
and I won't seek
the death penalty.

You must be
Saint Bernadette
of Lourdes

if you think
I'm gonna plead
to anything.

Life without parole,
Mr. Russo.
Take it or lose it.

Enrique Flores has
already confessed
to two killings.

Honey, if you had
the brains to go along
with those looks,

you'd know
you're being played.

Sam,
let me handle this,
will you, please?

Dave, shut up.
Nobody's making
cases against me.

I'm an honest businessman
making an honest living.

By threatening people
with a baseball bat?

Did you learn that
at the Meyer Lansky
School of Business?

People borrow money from me
and they pay me back
for one reason.

Because they have to.
Not because they like to.

And if they don't pay,
you kill them.

I never killed anyone
in my life.

Dave, you deal
with this. Guard!

I'm not going to
testify against him.
Forget about it.

Enrique, calm down.
You know what
the doctor said.

If I take the stand
against Russo,

I might as well have
a big heart attack.

If you don't testify,
Mr. Flores,
you'll be facing something

far more lethal
than a heart attack.

Assuming he testifies,
what do you propose?

Murder two, two counts,
concurrent sentences.

That's not much of a break,
considering your evidence.

A spontaneous admission
in front of a police
detective?

Isn't anybody
listening to me?

I don't care
if they kiss my ass,
I'm not talking.

We have your statement
from the hospital.
We'll see you at trial.

You're not there
yet, Mr. McCoy.

The statement's protected.
You can't use it.

My client was
responding to a question
by the treating physician.

His answers are protected
by the doctor-patient
privilege.

The presence of a third
party, in this case,
Detective Curtis,

shatters the privilege.
It's black letter law.

Except where
a police officer's presence

is required to
guard the patient.
People v. Sanders.

My client didn't
have the option

of a private session
with his doctor.

Flores knew
the detective
was there.

He knew to keep
his mouth shut.

Mr. McCoy, I hope
you're not suggesting

he had to give up his right
against self-incrimination

in order to get
medical treatment.

Your Honor, the information
that he had killed two people

was not necessary to
his medical treatment.

There's no privilege.
I can cite
People v. Bostic...

My client had a heart attack,
he was hooked up to an ECG,

he didn't know if
he would live or die.

He was in no condition
to decide

what's necessary
medical information.

I wouldn't expect him to.

Your Honor, this was
an excited utterance,

it was voluntary
and spontaneous.

And it's inadmissible.

The doctor-patient
privilege was not waived
by the detective's presence.

Defense motion
is granted.

All we've got
is a boot print

and a license plate number
on a note pad.

Thanks to Judge Meathead,
we couldn't convince Flores

to hold our hat,
let alone testify.

Okay, forget the judge.
How do you propose
to convict Mr. Russo?

Flores confessed.
We can't use it
against him,

but maybe we can
use it against Russo.

Yeah.
He lent money to someone
who killed two people.

Now, since when
is that a crime?

It proves one element
of the fact pattern.

The only pattern here
is you have no facts.

Susan Tashjian shot dead
right under your noses.

Two other murders unsolved.

Find those killers
and connect them
with the loan shark.

Maybe they were doing
the same thing as Flores,
working off a loan.

Check the company records,
see who's been getting
a break lately.

If you wanna go, go.I'm fine.

Don't you have
a babysitter
waiting at home?

She's a live-in.

I know you like
working with people
who can put in long hours.

You talked to Adam.What makes you
think that?

Now, if you wanna go...I'm fine.

Don't you have
a bar to visit?

Edward Kaiser. The one
who didn't make it
to the hockey game.

I don't know how
he ever qualified
for a loan.

He went through
a Chapter 11 bankruptcy
six years ago.

A lot of his
accounts receivable

were more than
120 days overdue.

Kaiser had default
written all over him.

Why would Russo
lend him a dime?

Here's one reason.

Kaiser was referred
to Beachwood
by Steven Tashjian.

Strange how he never
bothered telling us

one of his friends
was murdered.

Is this Tashjian's file?Yeah.

Two weeks after
Kaiser was killed,

Tashjian had five
percentage points
shaved off his loan,

retroactive to
the first payment.

That was always in the cards.
Once the loan reached
a certain amount,

I got a rebate on
the interest rate.

A rebate
worth $200,000.

I don't understand,
Mr. McCoy.
Have you joined

some regulatory commission
on interest rates?

I'd like to know
what Mr. Tashjian did

to warrant such
special treatment.

I didn't do anything.You're listed
as a reference

on Edward Kaiser's
loan application.

Why didn't you tell us
you knew him?

You're wife is shot.
Mr. Kaiser is shot.

You all owe money
to Mr. Russo.

And you never say
anything to us?

I met Kaiser once or twice
at business functions.

I might have mentioned
Beachwood. I didn't know
he had taken out a loan.

You never talked to him? No.

Somebody in
your office did.

Your ad agency's
phone records

show three calls to him
the week he died.

One was made
the day he was murdered.

He told his son he was
meeting somebody for drinks.
Then he disappeared.

He was meeting you,
wasn't he?

You killed him
on Russo's orders.

No. Uh...Steven, let me
talk here.

Unless he tells me
what happened,

I'm having him arrested
for first-degree murder.

Based on what?

Steven, let's go.

Russo had your wife killed,
Mr. Tashjian. Don't you think
he ought to pay for it?

In return
for his testimony
against Russo,

he gets full immunity.

Let's hear
what he has to say.

I, uh...

I was having trouble
paying Russo.

He said if I did him
a favor, he would make
things easier for me.

He asked me to arrange
a meeting with Kaiser.

What happened
at the meeting?

I don't know.
I wasn't there.
I was with my wife.

I swear, I didn't know
they were gonna kill him.

You went through
this subterfuge just to have
a cup of coffee with him?

I thought they might
rough him up.

I didn't think that
they would kill him.

When you found out,
why didn't you
tell the police?

Russo's people
would have loved that.

Where do you think
he gets the money
to give his loans?

Golden age
investment clubs?

He puts the mob's money
to work, Mr. McCoy.

Along with immunity,
my client expects police
protection. Do we have a deal?

You said
you were with your wife
when Mr. Kaiser was killed?

Yeah, that's right. Yeah.

He was killed on
a Wednesday night.

Your wife told the police
she had a session with her
personal trainer

every Wednesday night.

Susan didn't go
to the gym that night.
She was with me.

Mr. McCoy,
full immunity, or you
don't have a witness.

Not unless he can prove
he was with his wife that...

Deal. He has immunity.

My office
will send you
the paperwork.

What the hell was that?

What the hell
was what?

His alibi doesn't hold up.In your opinion.

We can ask
Susan Tashjian's trainer
if she was at the gym.

You'd rather give
immunity to a murderer.

Jack, he's gonna
take the stand,
he's going to lie,

and you don't care?What are you
accusing me of?

Looks to me
like you're about
to suborn perjury.

Suppose you're right
about Tashjian.

How would you make
the case against him?

Only four people
know for sure where he was
that night 10 months ago.

Tashjian, his wife,
Kaiser and Russo.

You'll never prove
he was lying.

The choice is not
convicting Russo
or convicting Tashjian.

The choice is Russo
or nothing.
He's a five-time killer.

And Tashjian is
telling enough truth
to convict him.

If you're not
comfortable with that,

someone else can fill
the second chair
on this one.

When I heard Kaiser was
found dead, I was stunned.
I was scared.

What did you do?Nothing.

I tried hard to keep up
with our payments.

I didn't want to be
next on Russo's list.

Objection. Is there
a list in evidence?Sustained.

Did you discuss
the status of your loan
with Mr. Russo?

Yes. My wife and I
tried to renegotiate it.

But Russo just
wanted his money.

He said he was
calling in the loan.

What did you think
he meant by that?

It sounded like
a death threat to me.

Objection.JUDGE: Sustained.

What did you say
to Mr. Russo?

I begged him
for more time.

Then Shelly Ganz
was killed in our garage.

I warned my wife
he's after us,
but she didn't believe me.

So Russo killed her.

Objection.
He's speculating.

Mr. Tashjian,
what's the factual basis
for your allegation?

I know how he ran
his business.

That's what I'm trying
to get to. How do you know
any of this?

Kaiser is dead.
Shelly Ganz is dead.
My wife is dead. I just know.

Did you see or hear
anything linking Mr. Russo
to these crimes?

The objection is sustained.

The jury will
disregard the witness'
unfounded allegations...

No, it's true.That's enough,
Mr. Tashjian.

May I, Your Honor?

How do you know
it's true, sir?

You weren't with your wife
on the night that Kaiser
was killed, were you?

What did you do that night
that was worth $200,000
to Mr. Russo,

the man you claim
killed your wife?

Mr. McCoy,
unless you have
other questions...

I killed Kaiser.

Russo told me to.

I had to do it, or he
was gonna kill Susan.

God forgive me.

I didn't know what I was
getting myself into.

I didn't know
who I was dealing with.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No more questions,
Your Honor.

So,
that moron Flores,

he did Waxman and
the girl in the garage,

and Ray Mayeri,
he's in the carting business,

he did Susan Tashjian.

That's everybody.

Now, if you want to talk
about your investors,

I could see to it
that you're incarcerated
in a medium-security facility.

Get out of here,
will you?

I got a wife and a kid
to worry about.

Just thought I'd ask.

You knew all along
Tashjian killed Kaiser,
didn't you?

Don't worry,
I'm not gonna run
to the Ethics Committee.

I didn't know with
absolute certainty.

One way or another,
I had to get Tashjian
on the stand.

Well, hats off.

Sometimes you have to
make deals with the devil.

Just as long
as you don't get
your eyebrows singed.

Anyway,
Tashjian owes somebody
half a million dollars.

I'm sure they'll be
around to collect it
one of these days.

And as for
the Ethics Committee,
you owe me one.