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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.

You sure
your brother said
Jack's Donuts?

Yes.

Because there's
another donut place
over on Hudson.

He picked me up
here before.

Actually it's more
like a coffee shop.
But they got donuts.

Pat's. Jack's,
Pat's. Kind of
sounds alike.

And we're the only places
that are open on
Sunday mornings.

Your brother
might've confused them.

Hey, what if
he comes?

Tell him
I went home.

Pretty girl.
Nice ass.

If I weren't
getting married next week,
maybe I'd tag along.

Excuse me,
are you gonna
order anything

or just help yourself
to the paper products?

I'll take
a coffee to go.

I was married once.
Didn't work, though,

'cause I was
hardly ever home.

You think these
donuts make themselves?

5:00 in
the morning
I gotta be here.

Keep it.

Oh, come on, Matthew,
what are you doing?
Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Oh! Matthew!

Oh, God!
Somebody help!
Help! Help!

Three to the chest.
No wallet or watch.

We found shells
over here, sent
them to the lab.

Robbed while he was
changing the tire.

Two sets of palm
prints on the hubcap.

Looks pretty fresh.

M.E. says maybe
within the hour.

Who is he?

Uh, Matthew Sherman.

Registration shows
a Woodmere address.
Guy's sister found him.

They're giving her
something to
settle her down.

He's got scraped
up knuckles. Maybe
he put up a fight.

And lost.

Matthew was gonna...

He was gonna pick me up
at the donut shop
on Washington.

Where were
you going?

We were gonna
go visit a friend
in Princeton.

When he was half
an hour late, I figured

there'd been
some sort of mix-up,

so I decided to go home.

He...

If he hadn't been
coming to pick me up,

this never would've
happened.

Hey, you had
nothing to do with this.

You're not responsible
for every psycho
walking the streets.

Did you notice
anyone in the area

before or after
you found him?

Um, there was just
the donut shop guy
and another customer.

When did the
other customer
arrive?

Right before
I left.

You remember
what he looked like?

What kind of
clothes he was wearing?

Any distinguishing
characteristics?

He was sort of
average looking,
you know.

He, uh... Just...

He had jeans on
and a windbreaker,
and he was wearing a cross.

You know, it looked
sort of...
Sort of medieval.

Did you talk to him?

Mmm-mmm. I think he just
wanted to clean his hands.

They were
covered with grease.

The palm prints
they found.

I don't understand.

I mean...

Why would anyone
want to kill Matthew?

He never hurt anyone.
They got his wallet.

It isn't fair!

How perfect is this?
Cops talking to a donut guy.

Yeah. Tell us about
the customer

who came in just
before the girl left.

The one who
cleaned his hands?

Barely a customer.

He takes about 50 napkins,
and then he starts to leave.

Well, after I call him
on it, he orders a coffee,

then thinks he's a big shot
because he tips me a quarter.

What I lost on napkins,
I barely broke even.

Take these down
to the lab.

Right.

Did he mention
his name or say

where he was
coming from
or going to?

Nothing except,
"Give me a coffee"

and how if he
wasn't getting married
next week,

he'd be putting
the moves on the girl.

Which I thought,
"That was out of line."

But I didn't say anything
because it's not my business.

My business is
selling donuts.

Thanks for
clearing that up.

Paper's all over this.
"Perfect Son Shot Down."

The kid worked his
way through Princeton,

got some big job
on Wall Street.

He still volunteered
three days a week at
some youth center uptown.

That cross
everyone saw him wearing?
I checked around.

It's Greek Orthodox.

I don't care if
he's a Buddhist.

Hey, the guy said
he was getting married,
right?

So I checked with all
the Greek Orthodox
churches in the area.

Four weddings
scheduled this week.

Maybe one of
the priests knows him.

Good. Get on it.

I'll get these
circulated.

Just in
the neighborhood.

For all we know,
this guy is just
a witness.

Hey, this was in
all the papers.

If he's only a witness,
he would've come forward.

Yes, he was here.
Seemed like a nice
young man.

Talked about basketball.

You know his name?

We didn't talk more
than five minutes.
I'm sure he mentioned it.

Michael something,
I think.

This Michael, is he
the one getting married
here Saturday?

No. He wanted to,
but his fiancee
wasn't of our faith.

Jewish.

Is he a member
of your church?

Because his address
would be a big help.

I'd never seen
him before.

He said he'd just moved
here and wanted
a wedding in our church

because his fiancee
lives in the neighborhood.

Is there a synagogue
in the neighborhood?

Looks like
Ruth Gottlieb's fiance.

You met him?

They wanted to have
their wedding here,

but I don't perform
interfaith ceremonies.

Do you remember
his name?

Yeah. Michael
Romak. Bardack.
Something like that.

I'm one of these guys
gets introduced to
someone at a party,

five minutes later
their name's
a complete mystery.

Well, what about
Miss Gottlieb? Do you
know where she lives?

She's an active member.
I'm sure she's in our files.

The landlord
sent you?

No, ma'am,
we're the police.

I didn't pay
the rent because
the damned landlord

won't fix the blinds.
They're crooked.

I called four times.

Ma'am, do you know
your neighbor,
Ruth Gottlieb?

Never met her.
But I hear through
the walls.

Thin walls, huh?

Not thin enough.
I have to hold
a glass up to hear anything.

Do you know
where she is now?

Uh, her rehearsal
dinner for her wedding.
At Pasta D'oro.

You wouldn't happen
to know who she's marrying,
would you?

Uh, Mike Bodak. Huh!
A bellhop. If you ask me,
she could do a lot better.

Thanks for
your help.

Sorry, guys,
this is a private party.

We need to talk
to Mike Bodak.

Mike, you know
these guys?

No.

He says he don't
know you.

This is my
daughter's rehearsal dinner.
I don't want it disrupted.

Oh, a sergeant with
the Housing Authority.

Raise you, Sarge.

We need
a minute with Mike.

Mike.

These guys
are detectives.

Daddy, what's
going on?

Why don't we step
out here for
a minute, huh?

Stay with
your mother.

I'm your
witness, Mike.

Mike, we need to
know what you were doing
last Sunday morning.

I had brunch
at Ruth's.

What about
before brunch?

He worked all night.
The kid works his butt off.

I worked
the overnight
shift on my job.

I'm a bellman at
the Warren Hotel.

What time did
you leave work?

About 9:00.

Helped a guy
change a flat.

Went to a
donut shop,

and walked over
to Ruth's. That's it.

This about
the guy who
got shot?

Oh, you know
about that, huh?

Saw something
in the papers.

And you didn't
think it was worth it
to mention to the cops

that you had
contact with this guy
just before he was killed?

Well, I didn't see anything.
And between working 16 hours,

and the wedding and...

So you got him for
donut shop patronage

and helping
a guy with a flat.

You gonna put in
for a commendation?

Hey, shut up,
Sarge, or we take him

down to the
stationhouse
right now.

You think I had
something
to do with it?

I helped a guy
change a tire.

Where'd you get
the money for this?

I'm gonna put it
on my credit card.

Yeah? Well,
the restaurant
manager told me

Mike paid him in cash.
480 bucks.

I got a big tip at work.
A Saudi prince took
over the whole floor.

All right, we're gonna
need your work and
home addresses, huh?

Yeah.

Let's get
a couple of uniforms
to sit on this kid, huh?

Yeah, Mike worked Sunday.
Graveyard shift.

What time
did he get off?

He was on
the clock till 9:00,
but he left at 6:00.

How do you know that?
He asked me
to punch him out.

He said he had
some business
to take care off.

What kind
of business?

He's been working
all kinds of jobs,

looking for extra
money for the wedding.

I guess that's what
it was connected to.

Any Saudi
princes lately?

Yeah. Nine or
10 months ago.

Laid $50s
on all of us.

We got a problem, Mike.

I got a problem,
with those cops
you got tailing me.

You mind if
we come in?

I gotta go to work.

I don't know, Mike.
From what we hear,

that job of yours has
pretty flexible hours.

Last Sunday,
you left at 6:00,
not 9:00.

And that Saudi prince?
He was in town
nine months ago.

Let me give you
a piece of advice, Mike.
Lying to us is really stupid.

I was gonna call
to explain all that.

Well, it better be
real convincing.

I've been
working for a bookie
the last few months.

Answering phones.

I took it to
make some extra cash

to cover
the wedding expenses.

I left work last Sunday
to handle early
playoff action.

And you didn't
tell us that. Why?

Because you
thought we'd bust you?

Yeah. That and you asked me
in front of Ruth's dad.
He's a cop.

I don't think he'd go
for his son-in-law
working for a bookie.

In case you forgot,
I'm getting
married tonight.

You know, we ran
your name through
the computer.

Does Ruth's dad
know you were
arrested for auto theft?

When I was 17.

Yeah, but you'd
still know how to
unload a fancy car.

Car thieves
like empty cars.

Hey, you needed the cash.

You lied to us about
when you left work.

You lied about
working for the bookie.

That's hindering prosecution.
I could arrest you
for that right now.

Look, what do you
want me to do,
make something up?

I'm telling you
what really happened.

Hey, if that's
what really happened,

then you won't mind us
looking around your place,
right, Mike?

Yeah, go ahead, you know.
If it's gonna get rid of you.

I gotta get to work.

You know,
those cops downstairs
will be there, too.

Sherman's sister
said he was wearing

a dark blue
windbreaker, right?

Yeah.

There's a dark
spot right here.
You can hardly see it.

Oh, that could
be blood.

I don't like the motive.
He pulls stick-ups
but he works two jobs?

You've never had to
impress a fiancee.

Bodak's been
clean for 12 years.

One of the other
bellhops said
he promised

his girlfriend
a honeymoon in Hawaii.

Now, I think he
looked at Sherman and saw
two tickets to Maui.

Home run on the jacket.
It's Sherman's blood type.

What the hell is this?
I answered
your questions.

You're under arrest
for the murder of
Matthew Sherman.

What?
You want to
step outside

so we don't have to
embarrass your guests?

I thought you took
care of this, Mike.
I did.

So what's
going on here?
Mike?

We're making
an arrest.

What is this?

This is
our wedding.

It's some kind
of mix-up, honey.

You have the right
to remain silent.
I'll be back in an hour.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you
in a court of law.

You couldn't wait,
could you?

You couldn't wait
three hours till
the reception was over.

You ruined my
wedding for nothing.

Matthew Sherman
isn't gonna have
a wedding,

or a reception,
or anything else.

Did I piss
someone off
around here?

The blood on your
jacket is type AB,
just like Sherman's.

We checked your
marriage license.
You're type O.

Maybe I brushed
up against him

when we were
loosening the
lug nuts.

I think he cut himself.

That's one explanation.

Then there's one
that makes sense.

Hey, if something
made you do it,

if it was an accident,
if the gun went off
by itself, whatever,

you're a lot better
off giving us a reason.

Otherwise, you'll
never spend another night
with that fiancee of yours.

Look, we know you
were at the crime scene,
we know you needed the cash.

The victim's blood
is on your jacket.

In the homicide business,
that's like finding
the Holy Grail.

I'm in here,
and the real murderer,
he's walking the streets.

If you know
who did it,
we're all ears.

I didn't think so.

Uh... Uh...

There was another guy.
I passed a guy
about halfway down the block

from where I left the car.
A Puerto Rican guy.

Yeah, that's how we
solve homicides, too.
Nearest Puerto Rican did it.

Look, I don't know
if he did it.

But I passed him
right after I left,
and he looked kind of scary.

Hey, this is New York.
Everybody looks scary.

No, no.

He looked at me,
you know, like
he was sizing me up.

And he had
a tattoo on his hand
like a dragon.

Yeah, the old
sizing-up look.

I'll put out an APB
on scary Puerto Ricans.
He give you anything else?

Not yet.

Then probably not ever.
His lawyer's here.

He waived his
right to counsel.

They brought him.

In-laws.

No wonder
you're divorced.

Get a warrant for
Bodak's work locker

and the bookie joint
where he moonlights.

Who is it?
Police.

Open the door or
we bust it down.

Yeah, wait
a minute.

If I smell
burning flash paper,
you're going to jail.

Open the door.

Hey, whoa, guys.
Look, I just answer

the phones around
here, all right?

So answer it.
Answer the phone!

Hello.

Yeah, the Knicks are
getting five and a half,

Heat are getting four,
the Yankees are six to five.

Hey, look, guys, I swear,
I just answer the phones...

Turn around and
face the wall.

Mike Bodak
work here?
Yeah.

You ever hear about him
pulling any stick-ups?

Mike? No.

Did he mention
any cash he
came into recently?

Well, you know,
we all got
bonuses around here.

500 apiece,

after my boss
cleaned up on
the De La Hoya fight.

Oh, yeah?
Who's your boss?

Who's your boss?

Ray. Okay?
Ray D'Antoni.

Bodak ever
carry a gun?

No.

Yeah. The Hawks?
Plus two.

Yeah, you got it.
Five times, right.

You don't mind
if we look
around here, do you?

Look, could you guys
please try not to
damage the phones?

I could get in a lot
of trouble around here.

Boy, that was easy.
This belong to you?

I swear, I've
never seen it.

What's your name?

Uh, Miles.

We're going to have
to arrest you, Miles.

Yes, sir.
I understand, but...

I'll notify
Bronx Vice.

You have
the right to
remain silent...

The Knicks plus
five and a half?
I'd be all over that.

Bad news
from ballistics.

That gun isn't
the murder weapon.

So we've got no
murder weapon,

none of the victim's
possessions were in
Bodak's apartment,

and there's
a good explanation

why he had cash on
him after the murder.

Not exactly air-tight.

I've been
going over these
Neighborhood Watch reports

from the area
of the shooting.
A couple of weeks ago,

a dry cleaner thought
he saw a woman
being robbed.

No police report
was filed, but the MO's
pretty similar.

A woman came into
my shop to call
the Auto Club

because her
Mercedes had
broken down.

After she returned
to her automobile,

I saw a man leave
the pharmacy right there,
and accost this polite lady.

This man,
what did he
look like?

I didn't get
much of a look.

Average height,
unshaven.

Possibly Hispanic.

Did he have
a tattoo?

I wasn't close
enough to see.

What did he do
to the woman?

I saw him wave a pistol.
I was about to
call the police,

when the truck arrived
and the man ran off.

The woman looked
very frightened.

I think it's outrageous
the Auto Club

would give out my
name and address.

Well, they were just
trying to be good
citizens, Ms. Watts,

as we'd like
you to be.

Well, I don't know
what I can tell you.

Some degenerate
came up to me,
waved a gun in my face,

and demanded my
watch and wallet,

which I was fully
prepared to surrender.

That's when
the tow truck
arrived.

And this guy
took off?

Yes. As soon as
he grabbed the Gucci
sunglasses off my head.

And you didn't think
it was worth reporting?

So I could spend
hours in a courtroom?

Make myself vulnerable
to all kinds of retribution?

For a pair
of sunglasses?

Do you remember what
this guy looked like?

Clothes,
distinguishing features?

Well, he was unwashed.

And he had a vile
tattoo on his hand.
Some sort of lizard.

Yeah, he came in
last Friday morning.
Puerto Rican.

He spoke English
pretty good,
but prescription medicine

must've been a term
he didn't understand.

He wanted
a prescription
filled?

Well, he brings in
a Percodan vial

from the Bellevue ER
issued the day before.

It says "no refills"
right on the label,

but then he starts
giving me some bull

about how they said he could
get more pills if
he was still in pain.

Do you remember his
name or his address?

Well, if he'd been
a potential customer,
I would've.

But this guy,
I never wanted
to see him again.

Found it. A Ricardo
Garcia was prescribed
10 tablets of Percodan

on the 23rd
of last month.

You got an
address on that?

"NA." That's
"Not Available."

Thanks for
the explanation.

Does that mean
he's homeless?

Maybe. Or he didn't
want to give out
his address,

or the doctor was
too busy to get it.
Take your pick.

Who wrote
the prescription?

Dr. Marienthal.

Dr. Marienthal?

You'll have to
wait your turn.

I have a stab
wound coming in.
Talk to the triage.

Well, until your
stab wound arrives,

maybe we could ask you
a couple of questions.

It can't wait till
the end of my shift?

When's that?

Day after tomorrow.

Doctor, that man with
the cucumber problem
is back.

Put him in Two.
On the 23rd,

you issued
a prescription

for Percodan to
a Ricardo Garcia.

Don't tell me,
he sold it
on the street.

I'll tell you
something, gentlemen.

As long as drug
addicts walk in here

and get treated for
made-up symptoms...

Save the sermon, Doc.
This guy may have
killed somebody.

You remember
anything about him?

I wish I could help.

You know how
many guys like him
I treat every day?

Tall? Short?
Fat? Thin? What?

Guy came in about
that time who presented
with terrible stomach cramps.

Hispanic, with
a big serpent tattooed
on his hand.

Couldn't find
anything wrong
with him.

He give you
an address?

Mention where
he lived?

He said he was in
too much pain to talk.

Bellevue ER
issued a prescription
for Percodan

to a walk-in
named Ricky Garcia.

Tell you what,
I'll call the
first thousand

Ricky Garcia's
in the phone book,

you call the
second thousand.

Whoa, whoa.
Only five Garcias
got arrested this week.

Now, one, Ricardo,
for shoplifting
six blocks from the murder,

and two blocks from
where Virginia Watts

got her $300 Gucci
sunglasses ripped off.

Garcia's being
arraigned this
afternoon.

Grab him and stick
him in a line-up.

I'll get a warrant
for his place.

Where's Garcia?
Gone.

The sergeant down
at the holding cell

thinks he was
sent up earlier.

Oh, great. Now we gotta
hope Garcia volunteers
to stand in a line-up.

Lennie.

Two screw-ups in one day?
They trying for a record?

You're supposed
to bring Ms. Watts

down to the stationhouse.
What happened?

Well, the message
I got was to

bring her here
and find you guys.

Ms. Watts,
I apologize.

You weren't supposed
to be brought down here.

We wanted you to
view a lineup...

That's him!

Stay with her.
Ricky Garcia, you're
under arrest for robbery.

I just posted bail.
What was
the $50 for?

Something else.
Let's go.

Police! Put your
hands over your head.

You live there?
Yeah, but
I didn't do nothing.

Keep your hands
on the wall.
You got ID?

"Tony Garcia."
You related to Ricky?

I'm his brother.

Is this because of Ricky?

How come Tony Garcia
has the initials M.S.
on his wallet?

Ricky gave me that.

He tell you
where he got it?

Hey, look, I don't know.
I saw it and he
gave it to me.

It's kind of like rent
'cause I'm letting
him stay in my place.

All right,
Tony, you're gonna go down
to the stationhouse.

But first, let us in.
We got a warrant.

Unless you want us to
break the door down.

What did
Ricky do?

You tell me.

We'll start with
last Sunday.

Maybe you were
with him?

No, I was sleeping.
I don't know where he was.

Look what the criminal genius
had under his mattress.

Hey, that isn't mine.
I believe you.

But we'll check
the prints just
to make sure.

And this in his closet.

You know that phrase,
"Hindsight's 20-20"?

It means if you
could do some things
over again,

you'd probably
do them differently.

I took
the sunglasses, okay?

Like you'd
probably dump the gun.

And you'd take
a closer look at your socks
and see the blood on them.

And you definitely wouldn't
have paid your rent
in stolen property.

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

You know what?

We don't have to play
any more games with you.

We just got all
kinds of results
back from the lab, Ricky.

That gun?
That's the murder weapon,

and your prints
are all over it.

Your sock has
Matthew Sherman's
blood on it,

and they lifted
his prints and yours
off that wallet.

Yeah. That's right.

So you want to tell us
what happened now, Ricky?

If you tell us,
and I mean a full statement,

we can probably get the D.A.
to back off that
death penalty request.

If you don't,
you go on trial
and get a conviction,

and get a lethal injection.
Either arm. They don't care.

You don't understand, man.

You know,
maybe the needle's
the way to go.

I mean,
20, 30 years in prison,
that's gotta be tough.

I... I didn't mean it to
happen like it did, man.

How did you mean
for it to happen?

The dude, man,
he wouldn't
give me his watch.

If he gives me
the watch, I'm gone.

So since he wouldn't
give you his watch,
you shot him?

Is that how
it happened?

I didn't mean to, man.
I swear.

Okay, I want you
to write down exactly
what happened,

and date and sign
the bottom of each page.

Can I say how I
didn't mean to do it?

You mean,
how you only shot him

'cause he wouldn't
give you his watch?

Yeah, yeah.
The D.A. will like that.

Garcia's a junkie
and a two-bit thief.

He's got three arrests,
no convictions.

A very
thorough confession.

Hey, he's the guy.

So was Bodak.
Let's get him
back to his fiancee.

I'll arrange
the release.

Our trial prep
just got a lot easier.

Mr. Bodak, we're
very sorry about
what happened.

Save it. We're not
gonna be friends.

We expedited your
release three hours
after Mr. Garcia confessed.

I've been in
jail for three days.

You want to
make me feel good,
leave me alone.

You owe him a lot
more than an apology.

Mike Bodak wasn't
just wrongly accused.

We can't just un-ring
the bell, Mr. Joostens.

He was humiliated
in front of his
future wife and family.

We both know that
wasn't necessary.

And we thought
everything was
working out so well.

He'll get over it.

Now for the bad news.
Garcia's attorney's
trying to suppress the ID.

We have a meeting
with Judge Ianello
tomorrow.

This was
no lineup,
it was a setup.

An arranged
confrontation between

their witness and my
client in a courtroom.

The observation was
completely accidental,
Your Honor.

I refer you to
People v. Diaz.

An accidental ID
in a police station

was ruled
unavoidable and
admissible.

Well, this
was avoidable.

The police had
no reason to bring
the witness to the courthouse.

It was a good
faith mistake.

Maybe. Maybe not.

They prejudiced
their witness
against my client.

She saw him coming
out of a criminal
courthouse with a lawyer.

She couldn't help assume
that he was a criminal.

It wasn't written
on his forehead.

An unshaven
Hispanic male in jeans
and an army jacket

talking to
a white man in a suit.
The implication is obvious.

He's right, Mr. McCoy.
The ID's tainted.

Your officers should have
exercised more care.

Your Honor,
the warrant to search
my client's apartment

was predicated
on that ID.

Yes, the evidence
seized there is
out as well.

That's a gun,
bloody sock and
a wallet.

The wallet was found on
Mr. Garcia's brother
outside the apartment.

Mr. Garcia has no
standing to object to
a search of his brother.

That's one for you,
Mr. McCoy.
The wallet's in.

There's still
the confession,
Your Honor.

If my client
hadn't been confronted

with the illegally
seized evidence,

he never would
have confessed.

Your Honor,
under Frazier v. Cupp,

the police are
permitted to lie

to a suspect to
extract a confession.

To exclude a confession
based on the truth...

Well, then they
should have lied

instead of violating
my client's rights.

I'm afraid
Mr. Shuman's right.

I'm going to
have to suppress it.

I'm due in court.

Oh, there's one
other thing, Your Honor.

What, Mr. Shuman?

My client's
sitting in Rikers.
All they have is a wallet.

It's not enough to
sustain murder two.

We're developing
other evidence.

Well, when you do
you can re-arrest
Mr. Garcia.

For now,
the charges against
him are dismissed.

Cops blew it.
Won't be the last time.

Get an ID from
the dry cleaner
or the pharmacist or both.

The pharmacist is on
a cruise for two weeks,

the dry cleaner
couldn't pick him out,

and the doctor
who treated him
at Bellvue

doesn't remember
what he looked like.

Our only shot
is Bodak.

Bodak saw Garcia?

During the
second interview,

Bodak said
he passed a Latino

right after
he left Sherman.

You didn't have
him look at Garcia
before he was released?

We had incriminating
physical evidence
and a confession.

And now you have neither.
Better find Mr. Bodak.

Mr. Bodak, if you can
identify this man,
we can re-arrest him.

Two days out of jail,
and you want me
to save your ass?

Tell your bosses
it'll be 20 years
before I owe them anything.

You don't owe them.
And since you
barely knew Matthew Sherman,

I guess you
don't owe him either.

Hey, who owes me,
Ms. Ross?

You act like that
other stuff never happened.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, you're real good
at that, saying you're sorry.

I actually do feel
sorry for you.

A decent guy
who got screwed.

But when a decent
guy has the opportunity

to put a killer
behind bars, he stands up.

I guess you two
have met.

Listen, what happened
before was nothing personal.

The photo array
is all set up.

If there's any way we
can make it up to you...

You've done
enough already.

We're going to
show you six photos.

You see the guy
who passed you on
Greenwich Street,

you point to him,
all right?

That's him.
Number One?

You sure?
Yup. Absolutely.

Whoa, whoa...

Fellows, relax, man.
I ain't going nowhere.

Put your hands
on your head, now.

Hey, you can't
do this.

Oh, no?
Watch this.

You're under
arrest for murder.

No, man!
His lawyer said that
stuff got thrown out.

Never trust
lawyers, man.

The judge said that.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Hey, this is
wrong, man.

Anything you say...
I didn't kill nobody.

...can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.
You change your mind?

I guess we'll just
have to convict you
the old-fashioned way.

You have
the right to an attorney...

Your Honor,
this arrest makes a mockery
of your ruling.

Mr. Garcia was independently
identified by a witness

who saw him in
the vicinity of the murder.

My client was in
that photo array

only because of
the tainted ID
by Virginia Watts.

Mr. Garcia had
his mug shot taken

when he was arrested
for shoplifting.

It would've only
been a matter of time

before Mr. Bodak picked him
out of the mug books.

Sounds right to me,
Mr. Shuman.
The arrest stands.

Your Honor,
I also ask you to reconsider
your earlier suppression

of the murder weapon
and the bloody sock.

There's no way
they would've gotten
a search warrant

based solely on
Mr. Bodak's ID.

If it was enough to
support an arrest,

it's certainly enough
to support a search warrant.

Nice try, Mr. McCoy.

What I said
before stands.

The gun and
the sock stay out.

You got Bodak's ID
and Garcia's prints

on the victim's wallet.
Good luck.

We have more than that.

His confession
was front page
in all the papers

and led the 11:00 news.

The audience makes
up our jury pool.

They'll be
excluded in voir dire.

Only if they admit it.

Jack, I can't
reach Bodak.

He isn't answering
his phone, he isn't
returning my messages,

and his boss said
he didn't show up
for work.

Then you better get
over to his place.

The guy called
and said he did it

to prove that he
could get to me,

and that if I testify,
he's gonna do to my face
what he did to the bed.

You should've
called us.

Look, I think
the best thing I can do

is just keep my
mouth shut, so can you
please go?

Hiding out in your
apartment
isn't the answer.

Well, I'll take it
over getting cut up.

We can protect you,

put you up in a hotel,
round-the-clock guards.

What, for the rest
of my life?

Look, we know
Garcia killed Sherman,

but we can't
prove it without you.

All I did was see a guy
walking down the street.

You're a material witness.
That means we can arrest you.

You do that.

We can drag Bodak into court,
but I don't think
he'll finger Garcia.

Then the judge will
find him in contempt
and throw him in jail

until he changes his mind.

He's not worried
about contempt,

he's worried about
having his throat slit.

I got the cops
watching his place.

How about we find
out who's making

the calls and
throw him in jail?

It's not Garcia.
Rikers keeps records
of all inmate calls.

What about his loving
and supportive family?

There's only his brother.
Nothing on
the home phone LUDs.

We've got a tap
on Bodak's phone.

If he never calls back,
you have nothing
and we look like amateurs.

Cut a deal with Garcia.

Watch, they're
gonna offer us a deal.

We won't keep
you in suspense.

Mr. Garcia pleads
to murder two...

You're dreaming.

They got no case.

We recommend 20-to-life.

If that's all you're
putting on the table,
then we're done.

You're putting
your life on the line.

You've got nothing.
You've got a wallet.

And a witness
who puts him in
the middle of things.

The one who
remembered seeing
someone,

what, during his
seventh or eighth
interview?

A witness who
can't wait to testify.

I'll eat him alive.
The guy's got
zero credibility.

Come on, you gonna
make a serious offer,

or are we just
gonna sit around here
and play with ourselves?

The offer is murder two.

Guard.

POUNDS ON DOOR
DOOR BUZZES

Think about it, Ricky.

Rey, the rules say
you gotta play.

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know, Lennie.
We've been here two nights,

and Bodak's gotten
a total of two calls.

Gin.

Bingo.

[ON PHONE] Hello.

I guess you
weren't listening before.

You go to court,
you're a dead man.

Got him.

The number traces to
a Belvedere Refuse
Company on West 23rd,

where Tony Garcia works.

I'll call and find out
what route he's working.

And I thought our
intimidator had retired.

Just needed
a little motivation.

Hey, Tony, you're under
arrest for intimidating
a witness.

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

We have tape
of you calling Bodak
last night.

You want to do
yourself some good,

you'll tell us
what Ricky told you.

Or you could play
the dedicated brother,
that's all right.

You can both go to
jail for 20 years.

I didn't do nothing,
and neither did my brother.

Witness tampering
is a felony.

And you have one
felony conviction already.
Grand Theft Auto in '91.

That means you're
looking at four years
for one phone call.

Unless you agree
to testify
against your brother.

In which case,
we'll knock it down

to misdemeanor
attempted tampering

and recommend probation.

Hey, I didn't make
no phone calls.

We can get
a voice print.

Which is
notoriously unreliable.

You want your
brother to get off, right?
Let's say that happens.

Then he's free,
and you're doing
four years in Attica.

Seems to me you're getting
the short end of the stick.

Or maybe they'll both
get off because they're
both innocent.

Or hadn't that
crossed your mind?

What if he gets out?

We have him on tape
making the threats.

He's not going anywhere.

I'm concerned
with his brother.

He will get out if
you don't testify.

Forget it, Mike. Who knows
what other friends
Garcia's got out there?

Mr. Gottlieb,
I expected you to
be more helpful.

I'm looking out for my own.
Mike's got Ruth
to think about.

These animals
could just as well
come after her.

We gave you protection.

We arrested
the person who
was threatening you.

What more can we do?

You can
leave him alone.

If Garcia's on
the street, it's only

a matter of time
before he kills again.

That's good.
Making him feel guilty.

You can stop him,
Mr. Bodak, with your
testimony.

It's not
your problem, Mike.

Can we count on you?

You got no
obligation whatsoever.

Yeah.
Mike...

Frank, I saw the guy.

I can't agree with you, Mike.
You ought to be
thinking about your family.

I'll hold up my end.

The tire jack
was on the street,
next to the front tire.

At first,
I didn't see Matthew.

I found him in the car.

It didn't make sense.
I thought he was
sleeping at first.

And then I saw
the blood all
over his chest.

Do you recognize
this wallet?

Yeah. Yeah,
it's Matthew's.

Our grandfather
gave it to him
for his 21st birthday.

Thank you, Tiffany.

Your witness.

Miss Sherman,
did you see my client

anywhere near
your brother's car?

No.

You testified
that you identified
a man named Mike Bodak

coming into the donut shop
just before you left,

is that correct?
Yes.

And he had
grease on his hands.

Yes.

Grease from
your brother's car.
Objection.

The witness isn't
qualified to answer that.

Withdrawn.

Did Mr. Bodak
say anything to you

or to the counter
man when he came in?

No.

What did he do?

He wiped grease
from his hands.

Did he, um, seem to
be in a hurry?

I don't know.
He just took some napkins
and cleaned his hands.

Thank you.
No further questions.

You may step down,
Miss Sherman.

Where's Bodak?

He was arrested
by Bronx Vice.

Mr. McCoy, call
your next witness.

Your Honor,
the People request
a recess.

For what purpose?

Our final witness
has been delayed.

We're confident
he'll be here shortly.

We'll recess
till after lunch.

And unless you have
a witness to present,

we'll move on to
the defense case.

Bodak went back
to work at one of

D'Antoni's other
bookmaking locations.

It was raided.

Where is he now?

In a holding cell
at the 58th Precinct.

The riding A.D.A.
in the Bronx is Polk.

You stay here
in case we need
another delay.

Mike Bodak is the key witness
in the Garcia murder trial.

Without him,
we have no case.

From what I hear
you don't have much
of a case with him.

We raided one of
D'Antoni's places
as part of our operation.

It's not my
fault your witness

was sitting there
when we walked in.

I'm sure Corrections
will furlough
him to testify.

You're an A.D.A.
You know we don't

want him coming in
with a felony record.

If I give
Bodak immunity,

he has zero
incentive to testify
against D'Antoni.

Give him a walk
without immunity.

If you still
need Bodak later,
you can pick him up.

It'll be months
before your
trial starts.

What if he takes off?

It's a Class E felony
and his jacket's clean.
He's not going to run.

You must be out of your mind
if you thought we'd agree.

Mike's not saying word one
at your murder trial

unless he gets
full immunity
on these charges.

The Bronx D.A.
won't agree to that.

Then you have
a problem, McCoy.

Mr. Bodak,
you promised
to testify.

He didn't promise to
incriminate himself
for bookmaking.

Mike, anything you
say at the murder trial,

the Bronx D.A.
can use against you.

I'll do everything
I can to protect you
on the stand,

but I need you
on the stand.

All right,
we're done talking,
McCoy.

Mr. Bodak...

What? What am I
supposed to say?

Look where I am.

They want me to
finger Ray D'Antoni,
Mr. McCoy.

They want me for that.
You want me for Garcia.

I'm getting killed here.

I know.

I don't understand.
I just helped
a guy change a tire.

I-I don't get it.

You help me,
Mr. Bodak,
and I'll help you.

I don't think he can
stand much more
of your help.

Fine. Listen to him.
Stay here and stand
trial for bookmaking,

while Ricky Garcia
is acquitted for
lack of evidence.

All right,
that's enough, McCoy.
You'll be in jail,

and he'll be out
there doing drugs
and killing people.

Your choice.

It's too risky, Mike.

He was having trouble
loosening the lug nuts,

so I offered to help.

After I got the nuts loose,
we jacked the car up

and I pulled his tire off.

What did you do then?

Well, he said that he
could handle the rest,
so I took off.

North on Greenwich.

As you were walking
north on Greenwich,
did you pass anyone?

Yeah, um, half a block
from the car,

I passed a guy who
was walking towards

where Mr. Sherman
was fixing the flat.

Do you recall a statement
you gave the police

prior to Mr. Garcia's arrest?

Yes.

Do you recall how
you described
the man you saw?

I said he was Hispanic,
average height,

with a dragon tattoo
on his right hand.

Is the man you saw
walking toward
Mr. Sherman's car

in this courtroom?

Yes.

That's... That's him at
the table over there.

Let the record indicate
Mr. Bodak pointed
at the defendant,

Ricky Garcia.

Your witness,
Mr. Shuman.

Mr. Bodak, you were
arrested and charged

with this murder also,
weren't you?

By mistake.
They let me go.

But only after you suddenly
remembered seeing someone

who resembled my client
near the scene of the crime,
isn't that right?

Yes.

When you supposedly
stopped to help

Matthew Sherman
change the tire,

where were you
coming from?

From work.

You mean
from the hotel.

No.

Then from where?

You were coming
from a betting parlor

run by bookmaker
Ray D'Antoni,

where you answer the phone
and take bets,
isn't that right?

Your Honor, I wish
to invoke my Fifth
Amendment privilege.

In fact,
you were still working
for Mr. D'Antoni

when you were
arrested yesterday,
isn't that right?

Which is why you
weren't here earlier
to testify.

Objection.
Relevance?

Goes to credibility,
Your Honor.

Overruled. Please answer
the question, Mr. Bodak.

Yes, that's why
I wasn't here.
I was under arrest.

Do you collect betting debts
for Mr. D'Antoni?
Perhaps by using force?

No.
Matthew Sherman
ever place bets

with Mr. D'Antoni?

No. Well, I don't know.

Did he owe money to
Mr. D'Antoni

that you were
trying to collect
that Sunday morning?

No. I don't do
that kind of stuff.

Well, then exactly
what kind of stuff
did you do for Mr. D'Antoni?

I invoke my Fifth
Amendment privilege.

Your Honor,
please direct
the witness to answer.

Mr. Bodak,
answer the question.

I invoke my
Fifth Amendment.

Approach, Your Honor?

Your Honor,
the witness forfeited
his Fifth Amendment privilege

when he answered
the People's questions.

His whole line of
questioning is
irrelevant.

All right,
take it to chambers.

The court will
take a short recess.

My questions might uncover
a credible alternate
suspect to this crime.

They're completely
relevant.
He's fishing.

Mr. Bodak was
put on the stand

for the very limited
purpose of identifying
the defendant.

That's his limited
purpose, not mine.

Your Honor,
either Mr. Bodak answers
my questions,

or I'm moving to strike.
All right.

Mr. McCoy, your
witness cannot
selectively

invoke his privilege.
It's all or nothing.

He's not putting his
ass in a sling for you,
McCoy. He's got no immunity.

He's not about to
incriminate himself.

Does he know what
happens to this case
if he doesn't answer?

I'm looking out for
his interests, not yours.

Mr. Bodak,
I'm going to give
you another chance

to answer Mr.
Shuman's question.

Ms. Dorn, would you please
read back the question?

Question, "Then
exactly what kind of stuff
did you do for Mr. D'Antoni?"

I invoke my Fifth
Amendment privilege.

All right, Mr. Bodak,
you're excused.

Your Honor, for the record,
before you make your ruling

I would like to
consult with the witness.

Denied. Mr. Bodak,
step down.

Members of the jury,

I would like to
instruct you to disregard

Mr. Bodak's
testimony in its entirety.

Strike it all.

He means disregard
that I ever saw him?

All your testimony.

Silence. Mr. Bodak,
leave or I'll cite you
for contempt.

Mike, come on.

Your Honor,
I move for a dismissal
of the charges

on the basis that
the People failed to prove
their prima facie case.

I'll take that
motion under advisement.

Your Honor,
one moment, please.

What now, Mr. McCoy?

I'd like to
talk to my witness.

Objection,
Your Honor.

I haven't
rested my case!

You have 30 seconds.

This is your last chance,
Mr. Bodak.

Michael, let's go.

Mr. McCoy,
I am not going to let him
incriminate himself.

Mr. Bodak, you're the only
one who saw him.
Don't let him walk.

Forget it. Mike,
this is not your problem.

Mr. McCoy, you through
with your witness or not?

Make up your mind,
Mr. Bodak. Quickly.

Mike!

Your Honor, the People
would like to recall
Mr. Bodak to the stand.

Your Honor, I object.
I'll allow it.

Your Honor, I'm
Mr.Bodak's attorney...
Sit down.

Mr. Bodak,
take the stand. Remember
you're still under oath.

Mr. Bodak,

Mr. Shuman asked you
what you did for
Mr. D'Antoni.

Are you prepared to
answer his question?

Yeah.

I took bets over
the phone for Mr. D'Antoni.

Sometimes I helped
count money.

That's why
they arrested me.

But whatever you
think of me, that's okay.

But it does not
change the fact
that I saw that man

walking towards
Mr. Sherman's car

right before
Mr. Sherman was murdered.

Thank you, Mr. Bodak.

No more questions.

Mr. Shuman?

No questions.

You may step down,
Mr. Bodak.

Members of the jury,
I direct you to

disregard my
previous instructions.

You may now
consider all or part
of Mr. Bodak's testimony

during your deliberations.

Madam Forewoman,
has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, sir.

Will the defendant
please rise?

On the first count
of the indictment,
murder in the first degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Ricky Garcia,

guilty.

On the second count
of the indictment,

robbery in the first degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Ricky Garcia, guilty.

The Bronx D.A. dropped
the bookmaking
charges against Bodak.

We're lucky to have
had him as a witness.

Nice to know that the entire
criminal justice
system rises or falls

on the decency
of a Mike Bodak.