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the people are represented
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.

Could you sign
for this?

Si.

'Kay? Appreciate it. And have a good day.

Hello?

Mrs. Rosatti?

What'd you find upstairs?

Burglary--
took the cash

left the credit cards,
the costume jewelry.

She found him
about 10:00.

The M.E. says he was killed late Saturday
or early Sunday.

The guy was
a contractor.

And I thought the recession hurt
the construction business.

Yeah. Rosatti was
doing pretty well.

Speaking of which, any
sign of Mrs. Rosatti?

No, I don't think
she's back from the disco yet.

Ain't no discos no more.

So, hey, Rosatti hears something
go bump in the night.

He comes downstairs-- boom--
our guy goes about his business.

Pretty cool customer.

Yeah, might as well get
what he came for.

She said the alarm was off

but the door was locked
with the deadbolts.

Somebody had a key.

Took one in the back
of the head, close range

small caliber, no exit wound,
no brass.

Very tidy.

Very professional.

Yeah, what do you bet
there's no prints, either?

Well, we better
find Mrs. Rosatti

tell her
her husband's dead.

If she doesn't
already know.

Man, you are such a cynic
when it comes to love.

Not love; marriage.

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I've been with Tony
for five years.

He's the best boss I ever had. We're very
sorry.

Oh, my God.
Sherri doesn't even know yet.

Mrs. Rosatti?

Yeah. She's at a spa
in Connecticut.

She went up there
Friday afternoon.

I think she's due home tomorrow.

So you haven't
talked to her yet?

Oh, my God.

It's one of those
"you can't call the guests

unless it's an emergency"
kind of places.

I think this qualifies
as an emergency.

I'll give you the number.

They'll have to put youthrough.

I'll call David...
Mr. Rosatti's son.

From a previous marriage?

Tony and Sherri

have only been married a few years. Thank
you.

We're going to need to look
at papers

date books, computers...
Sure, sure.

Marisa, since you seem
to know Tony pretty well

can you think of anybody
who might want to...

No! Oh, my God, why would anyone
want him dead?

A New York City contractor?

Who wouldn't?

Well, he did get sued a lot.

Vendors, employees, clients...

This guy owes the butcher,
the baker

and the candlestick maker.

That's right, Rosatti.

Sherri.

Uh-huh, Friday.

Be cheaper to pay his bills
than his lawyers.

Okay, are you sure?

Okay, thank you.

She made a reservation
at the spa

but she never showed up.

Well, until she does,
maybe we should talk

to some of Rosatti's
less than satisfied clientele.

Nice nose, good body

too much tannin.

And like everything else
around here, there's no finish.

Sorry, I'm-I'm jammed.

We're opening for
lunch tomorrow

three months
behind schedule.

Is that Tony Rosatti's fault?

Well, he's like every
other contractor

in the city-- he's
way over-extended.

We finally had to
take him to court

just to get him
to show up

and do the damn work.

It says here you're suing him for a
million two.

Yeah, bargaining position--
put the fear of God in him.

Plus, a little something
for the aggravation.

He still has
the finish work to do.

If he does that,
I'll drop the suit.

If I were you

I'd start shopping around
for a new contractor.

What-- he's gone
out of business?

You can say that.

Tony Rosatti was murdered
over the weekend.

Oh, man.

I had no idea.

Where were you
this weekend?

You think I'd kill him
over a couple of sconces?

Well, if they were
expensive enough.

I was in the Hamptons

visiting friends.

I'll give you
their name and number.

Hey, the last thing I'd want
is Rosatti dead--

at least not until
after the job was finished.

I thought this was a burglary.

We're thinking
the burglary was a cover.

It looks like a hit.

.22 to the back of the
head at close range

next to no forensics.

There's no shell casings

there's no blood
other than the vic's

there's no fingerprints
that shouldn't be there.

This was a pro.

Well, when I had
my kitchen redone

I would've cheerfully
wrung my contractor's neck.

I don't think I would've gone
so far as to hire a hit man.

Almost all the litigation was penny ante

and all the litigants
have alibis.

So what's your other theory?

Well, the wife's
still MIA.

Always the nearest
and dearest?

Now who's the cynic?

We're thinking she may
be another victim.

Right.

Well, she's
the second wife

which means there's a first wife
out there somewhere.

I knew Bambi would
kill him eventually

although I thought it would be
his heart exploding

while they're doing
the horizontal hula

under the dining
room table...

All right, all right,
we get the point.

You don't seem that upset.

Why would I care?

I haven't seen or thought
about the man for ten years.

By Bambi,
I assume you're referring

to his current wife Sherri?

Sherri, Bambi,
what's the difference?

You sound bitter.

You think I...

Look, what happened between
Tony and me is, I dumped him.

Why? 'Cause he was running
around?

'Cause I was running around.

You're young, you want to get away from
home

you meet a guy
doesn't make you want to gag

you let him put a ring
on your finger.

And that would be Tony?

And just when
I was starting

to think my life was over

I met a man six years younger
than me, full head of hair

who actually knows which fork
to use for the salad.

Now, there's
a refreshing change.

What, a wife leaving
her husband for a younger guy?

No, a wife who doesn't
want her ex-husband dead.

Well, let's talk
to the son.

Maybe he knows something about
the current Mrs. Rosatti.

My father was a bum
from Brooklyn

who got lucky
for a couple of days.

Good old Dad, salt of the earth.

And now, God bless him

he's actually going to be
six feet under it.

Oh, let me guess.

You shed all your
tears this morning.

Do either of you guys
speak French?

A little bit.

Good, then you'll
understand when I say

that my father was a schmuck.

So was mine, but I took a couple
of days off when he kicked.

We haven't spoken

for three years.

I'm sorry, I'm not exactly the
right guy to give the eulogy.

If you were my kid,
I would've lost your number

the day you learned to talk.

Do you know anything

about Tony Rosatti?

Why don't you tell us.

Can you spell RICO?

Your father was being
investigated by the Feds?

The grand jury is convened
as we speak.

I'm trying to make partner
in a Park Avenue law firm

and dear old Dad is being
indicted by the U.S. Attorney.

Well, it looks like
you finally caught a break.

About time the old man
came through for me.

It's a broad-based investigation

into the building trades.

Racketeering in the building
trades?

I'm shocked. Tony Rosatti was mobbed up?

He bought concrete,
didn't he?

His line of work,
it's hard to avoid

our friends
with the broken noses.

Just how well connected was he?

He's a pimple on the ass of organized
crime

hardly a flicker
on the Richter scale.

His son seemed to think he was
being indicted.

We're casting a wide net.

You think his murder
had something to do

with our
investigation?

Why not?
If he started to talk...

Excuse me.

Anybody Tony
could give us

we already got--
the guys we're interested in

wouldn't have wasted
the hardware.

Lennie.

Guess who just showed up.

Thanks.

I changed my mind about going
to the spa at the last minute.

Where'd you go?

Bermuda.

Uh, we're going
to need details--

where you stayed,
that sort of thing.

Am I a suspect?

Wives who kill their husbands;
been known to happen.

Actually, Mrs. Rosatti

we are trying to cross
you off the list.

I appreciate that.

I have my hotel bill,
plane ticket.

That'll do.

Just a minute.

Did you go to Bermuda alone?

Alone, yes.

I needed just to get away for
a few days, think about things.

All right, so,
plane ticket and hotel bill.

Um...

What's this?

It's a list of items
stolen in the robbery--

jewelry, silver,
irreplaceable heirlooms.

I know you need
a police report

before you file
an insurance claim.

This lady makes
an insurance claim

before she takes care of
the funeral arrangements.

Have you ever
been to Bermuda?

Nah, I'm not a sand-and-
sunblock kind of guy.

Well, it's close enough to go,
check into a hotel

slip back into the city
Saturday night, pop the old man

and get back to Bermuda
by Sunday brunch.

Hey, Sherri's not
Miss Congeniality

but she's not a pro, either.

Let's go find out who she was sipping pina
coladas with.

Here we go.

Mrs. Rosatti traveled
to Bermuda Friday the ninth

returning to New York today,
Tuesday the 13th

in First Class.

Did she come back
to New York

anytime between
Friday and today?

Not with us.

But let me check
the other carriers.

You can do that?

What? Planes
aren't allowed

on the information highway?

Looks like Mrs. Rosatti enjoyed

four consecutive days
in paradise.

That highway say
who she sat next to?

It tells me his shoe size.

Here we go.

Mr. Porter, Randy Porter.

Look at that--
both coming and going.

Long weekend,
small plane.

Could be a coincidence.

I don't think so.

It's the same
credit card number.

She paid for his ticket.

Thank you very much.

Well, May-December romance.

You know what they say.

You're the matrimonial
expert, you tell me.

Cherchez le pre-nup.

Pre-nup, pre-nup,
don't leave home without it.

I take it
Tony Rosatti had one.

One out of two marriages
goes down in flames.

You'd be a horse's
ass not to.

He just wanted to make sure

that she couldn't
take him to the cleaners.

Tell us about it.

For the most part,
a sliding scale of alimony

depending on the number of years
they're married.

And what about
the other part?

Well, since the first
Mrs. Rosatti

screwed around on him, Tony
insisted on a special clause.

Genius if you ask me;
I call it the Rosatti Clause.

Now I insist that all my clients
include it in their pre-nups.

And that is?

She cheats, she gets squat.

Tony Rosatti have a will, too?

Will, will.
Don't leave home w...

Yeah, yeah,
we know, we know.

Sherri gets it all.

Which makes for
one merry widow.

Well, although a couple
of weeks from now

it would've been
a whole nother story.

Why? Tony was getting
ready to divorce her?

Oh, he said, and I quote: "That
slut won't get a penny from me."

Which under the
Rosatti Clause means

that he knew that she
was having an affair?

Well, he must have.

He hired a private investigator
to follow her.

Briscoe, I remember you.

It was that thing with
the thing and what's her name.

No, you must be thinking
of somebody else.

Damn, I could've sworn
that was you.

This is my
partner, Ed Green.

A pleasure.

How you doing, man?

So we hear that you worked
for Tony Rosatti?

Yeah, a guy you wouldn't mind
having a beer with.

It's a shame.

So, uh, what can
I do you for?

What do you know
about Mrs. Rosatti?

Oh, she whacked him,
no question.

You sure of that?

20 years on the job

and another ten years doing
matrimonial private peeping

you get a sense
of who the bad actors are.

So Sherri was less
than faithful?

Oh, you know that old song--

you call it jogging,
but I call it running around.

I assume by that

you don't mean she
was staying in shape.

Oh, she was in
great shape, all right.

See for yourself.

Ooh.

This guy's name

wouldn't be Porter,
would it?

Randy Porter,
as a matter of fact.

And get this, not only is
he banging the guy's bride

he worked for
the poor bastard, too.

Talk about double-dipping.

Talk about double-dipping.

I've been with
Rosatti Builders since '99.

I'm an electrician.

You get to know
the boss well?

Well, he was the boss

I was a peon, you know?

Yeah,
I hear you.

My lieutenant wouldn't let me
anywhere near her dinner table.

They say the class system
is dead.

Hey, did the wife
come around a lot?

Mrs. Rosatti, at a job site?

I don't think so.

She's a tea-at-the-Helmsley-
Palace type, you know?

Mm, wouldn't want
to break a heel.

Exactly.

I don't know, she didn't look so genteel
to me.

Especially this
one on the sink.

I know what this looks like.

So do we, Randy.

Look, uh...

I did some work at his house

and me and Sherri,
we kind of hit it off.

That's all.

I'd say so.

Look, it wasn't
a big deal, okay?

Besides, I wasn't even in the
country when Tony was killed.

You know, that is
the first thing

that you've said
that I actually believe.

Yeah, you and Sherri

had to get your alibis
straight, right?

Why would we do that?

Because Tony made Sherri

sign a pre-nup.

If she gets caught cheating,
she walks away

with just the clothes
on her back.

You're saying we killed Tony

before he had a chance
to divorce her?

Hey, I saw Body Heat
three times.

You know,
not for nothing

but Sherri
was planning on dumping him.

For who? You?

I think I want to call a lawyer.

Excuse me.

You know what they charge
for a drink in this place?

Why do you think I quit?

Thank you
for meeting here.

The house, it gives me
the willies since...

Yeah, I could say the
same about this place.

Can I get you something?

No, that's all right.

Oh, me, I'm still working off the one I
finished six years ago.

Randy called me--
said he talked to you.

Yeah, he told us
about you two.

You ever been lonely?

Tony was
always working.

Well, that's usually how
the bills get paid.

Maybe your bills.

Sure, construction is
up and down

but for Tony,
it's been down and downer

since the dot-com
bubble burst.

You're saying
he was going broke?

His company was this close to Chapter 11.

I hate to point it out

but that's a $12 drink
you're sipping.

And it might be my last.

Two mortgages on the house

money from the second refi
is just about gone.

Why would I kill Tony?

The pre-nup was moot.

He didn't
have a dime.

What about that
fancy townhouse of yours?

The bank's about
to foreclose on it.

Look, Tony lived
one month to the next.

He had some friends
who helped him out.

Friends with, uh, broken noses?

He grew up in Red Hook.

Any of these friends
friendlier than the rest?

See that spot right out there
in the middle?

That's where they fished my old
man's old man out of the river.

Look, Mr. Vignerelli...

No, no, no.
Vig, Bobby Vig.

Everybody calls me
Bobby Vig.

How appropriate
for a loan shark.

Hey, if the shoe fits...

I'm not ashamed
of it, you know.

I gotta feed my family.
It's my profession.

Look, we need to talk to you
about Tony Rosatti.

Ah, Tone.

What a shame,
what're you gonna do.

You two go way
back, do you?

As far back
as the womb.

His father
and my father

used to hijack trucks
together out of Idlewild.

Ties that bind.

Mrs. Rosatti says that you

might've lent Tony some money.

Yeah, I did.

He was a friend
in trouble.

I mean, it's
the right thing to do.

Well, how much trouble?

A month's payroll,
it was no big deal.

You charge him the usual 100%, interest
compounded weekly?

He was a friend--
one point over prime.

You and Alan Greenspan, huh?

If it was a stranger, it would've been a
different story.

I wouldn't have been
so generous.

Tony insisted on signing a note.

Wanted to keep everything legit.

So now you've
got to chase

the estate for
your dough, right?

I don't have to chase anything.

Sherri'll take care of me.

With what?

Are you guys with the IRS?

Nah, we never
touch the stuff.

So you don't know about Tony--
he always had a few bucks

stashed away under the table
in case of a rainy day.

But he put the account
under Sherri's name

so the FBI couldn't touch it.

You wouldn't happen to know
the name of the bank

this rainy day account
was in, would you?

Looks like cash deposits were made

on a regular basis.

Let me guess:

all under $10,000.

Who needs all that
pesky Federal paperwork?

What about withdrawals?

Hardly anything.

$100 here, $200 there.

Interesting.

About three months ago

she wired $50,000
to another account.

According
to the routing number

it's an offshore bank:
the Turks and Caicos.

She wires 50 G's
out of the country

without leaving
the comforts of home.

You could do that by fax?

Heh. I need three kinds of I.D.

just to transfer a few bucks
from savings to checking.

Ooh. And we don't know whose name is on
that account?

Well, that's the beauty
of offshore banking.

And you think she used the money
to hire a hit man?

50 grand will buy a lot
of professional expertise.

But Mrs. Rosatti knew
her husband's business

was on the skids-- she knew she
wasn't going to get anything.

Why would she have him killed?

Hey, he had one
rainy day fund

that we know about--
maybe he had more.

Ed's been over at his office
checking his financial records.

Where the hell are
the Turks and Caicos anyway?

Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea.
Which is?

I know it's out past Queens.

This guy was drowning
in red ink

but he did have
a safe deposit box.

Account number two under the
radar.

I'll call for a warrant.

How much you want to bet most of
these sparklers

were on Sherri's list
for the insurance company?

Well, if we can't get her
for the murder

maybe we'll get her
for fraud.

A deed for the townhouse,
auto insurance, liability...

Life?

Yeah, whole life policy,
issued 1994.

Half a mil, beneficiary:
Sherri Rosatti.

That sounds like
motive to me.

Whoa. Here's a better one.

Term policy, issued
six months ago.

Death benefit:
$3 million.

I bet I can guess
who the beneficiary is.

Rosatti told
his insurance agent

that Sherri had been nagging him to take
on the new policy

because his business
was in trouble

and she wanted
to be protected

in case something
happened to him.

Why hasn't she filed
a claim?

Waiting for the
dust to settle

doesn't want to
raise any flags.

And you think
she hired a hit man?

$50,000 wired to an unnamed, offshore
account.

What do you think?

Between the war on drugs
and the war on terrorism

bank secrecy isn't
what it used to be.

So, if we can convince
the authorities

in the Turks and Caicos that
this money financed a felony...

Come on Raymond, how
often do I come to you?

Not often enough.

A call from a U.S. Attorney
of your stature

and we could solve
a murder for hire.

I love it
when you flatter me.

Let me see
the account number.

This suspect transferred money
to this account

a few months before the murder.

First let's see
if we've done business

with the account holder before.

Tell me you
know who it is.

I'll do you one better.

I'll introduce you to him--
up close and personal.

You are kidding.

Mr. James Astangura.

He wouldn't
by any chance

be a professional hit man,
would he?

Recently retired.

Buried 12 guys
we know of, so far.

Right now he's eating
three squares a day

compliments of Uncle Sam.

How long have you been
footing the bill?

Going on two months.

You wouldn't know it
to look at him

but Jamie's got
a beautiful singing voice.

Tenor, I think.
We just can't get enough.

If he's been locked up
in Federal prison

for the two months, how did
he kill my guy last week?

I wonder if
Mr. Astangura's work

comes with a
money-back guarantee.

He promised somebody
that Tony Rosatti

would end up dead,
which he did.

So it looks like Astangura

fulfilled his end
of the bargain.

From the Federal
penitentiary?

Who knows?

Maybe he farmed
the job out.

Contractor
to subcontractor.

It's a business like
any other business.

And a lot more exciting

than making widgets, I suppose.

Talk to Mr. Astangura.

Yeah, and why would he
tell us anything?

Brownie points with
the U.S. District Attorney.

If he's naming names,
what's one more?

Great thing about
this line of work

people you don't know are
always wiring you money.

It's nice to meet a man
who enjoys his work.

Yeah, I'm blessed.

We'd like to talk to you
about Tony Rosatti.

I'd love to give you
your quid, missy

but I don't see no
pro quo on the table.

I assume this goes
in the credit column.

As long as
your client

keeps telling the truth

he keeps racking up
the frequent flyer miles.

I'll have to check
my Palm Pilot

but yeah, Tony Rosatti was
on my "to do" list.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Berman here

and his friends
screwed up my schedule.

Well, it seems one of your associates
picked up your slack.

What's she saying?

Tony Rosatti was murdered
last week.

Son of a bitch lied to me.

He said 50 was all he could pay.

And you know he lied how?

Well, obviously

he got antsy
and hired somebody else

to do the job
when I didn't show.

You're not
too quick, are you?

I thought you would've hired
somebody else to finish...

I work alone.

How do you think I lasted
in the business for 15 years?

You said "he."

Were you talking
about Randy Porter?

How should I know?

Don't you know who hires you?

Maybe you should tell
Ms. Southerlyn

how it works, Jamie.

You're the client.

You go to somebody you trust
and say, "I got a problem."

Your friend says,
"Okay, buy a throwaway cell

and give me the number."

Then your friend calls
somebody who calls somebody

who calls somebody...
who calls me.

And you're the guy that
can take care of my problem?

Right.

Then I call you back
on the throwaway cell.

You give me the name and address
of your problem

I give you the number
of an offshore bank account.

You wire me
the money.

And then
what happens?

You throw the cell

down a storm drain and wait.

Sooner or later, it gets done.

But you do talk to the client.

Just that once.

But I don't know his name

and he definitely
does not know mine.

Do you still have
the cell phone number?

Got it all up here.

So this last person
in the chain

the guy that calls you
and gave you

the client's
cell phone number

I'm going to want
to talk to him.

Well, maybe you better call
that Jamaican mama

on the infomercial,
the psychic, or...

maybe John Edward.

What are you saying?

Alberto Dasso--

he was shived in Allenwood
two weeks ago.

He's dead.

You believe him?

Well, he has
no reason to lie.

And he's admitted
to everything else.

Mrs. Rosatti and her boyfriend
obviously got tired of waiting

and went somewhere else.

How, by tiptoeing through
the yellow pages under "H"?

Mrs. Rosatti went
to Brearley and Mount Holyoke.

How would she know how
to find a hit man?

Porter worked
in construction.

He might have the contacts
to get this done.

And that's enough
for a warrant?

He worked in construction?

These days, it is.

You like guns, huh?

So does our president.

I didn't vote for him.

Look, I don't know what you guys

are expecting
to find here.

Lennie. The whole point

of a throwaway cell phone,
Randy, is you're supposed

to throw it away.

No, that ain't mine.

I don't know
how it got there.

I don't think the maid
left it up here.

Of all the cell phones in all
the gin joints in the world...

What's this guy
talking about?

Why don't you explain it
to him, Lennie?

Randy Porter, you're under arrest What?

for the murder of Tony Rosatti. What?!

You have the right to remain silent...
Man!

Anything you do say
can and will be

used against you
in a court of law...

A ten-dollar phone?

That's why you're ruining
my client's life?

Actually, we're interested
in the call

that your client received on
that phone from Jamie Astangura.

Never heard of him.

We know you didn't
know his name.

Well, this makes sense.

Mr. Astangura was the last link
in a chain

that started with your client
and ended with the murder

of Tony Rosatti.

That certainly
clears it all up.

Mr. Astangura is
a professional hit man.

What? Whoa.

What are you saying?

You think I paid
to have Tony hit?

What, are you out of your skull?

No, actually, I think
Mrs. Rosatti was the bankroll

and you made the arrangements

from the phone
we found in your apartment.

Look, like I told the cops--

I don't know how
that phone got there.

And I believe you
just about as much as they do.

I can't believe
she's doing this to me.

And I thought she loved me.

She's setting me up!

Don't you see?!

It had to be her!

How would Mrs. Rosatti
even begin to know

where to hire a hit man?

How would I?!

I don't know
anybody like that!

Look, Ms. Southerlyn...

Her father.

What about him?

Her father's a cop.

Cops know bad guys, right?

Detective Jerry Malick.

On the job in the 116,
did his 20 and out.

His last assignment was
organized crime, undercover.

I'd say that would've put him
in contact

with the right kind of people.

He has an
unblemished record.

Why would he get involved
in something like this now?

Either he loves
his daughter

or $3 million in insurance money-- one of
the two.

Or both.

I did my time under Schiff.

He's a smart man

but he took the criminal's
rights a little too seriously.

I could think of a dozen guys
still in the street

because he said our arrests
weren't righteous.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, like Jamie Astangura?

Ooh, now there's a name
I haven't heard in years.

Astangura's a hitter, a pro.

You mean he had something
to do with Tony's murder?

Well, somebody
hired him

or tried to.

But he couldn't have done it

because he was in prison
at the time of the murder.

Who hired him?

He doesn't know.

he said it came
through cut-outs.

So you're telling me somebody
hired a hitter to take Tony out?

Yeah, you got
any thoughts?

On Tony?

He owed money, he cut corners.

He knew creeps.

Take your pick--
could've been anybody.

So how did you feel
about your son-in-law?

He's older than me

by six months,
but love's blind, right?

Sherri loved him?

Sure she did.

Why?

Wait a minute,
what are you getting at?

Why are you here?

I just want
to know

anything you can tell me
about Jamie Astangura.

You think Sherri hired him
and I helped her.

Mr. Malick, we have

her wire transfer.

She paid him $50,000.

I'm sure there's
another explanation.

There's got to be.

Astangura said

that the money was
for the murder of Tony Rosatti.

We'd like to know
how your daughter

knew a man like Astangura

if it wasn't
through you.

Get out of my house.

Malick definitely knew
Jamie Astangura.

Maybe Sherri did, too.

Take-Your-Daughter-
to-Work Day.

Even if we prove
they hired him

Astangura didn't
kill Tony Rosatti.

Someone else
pulled the trigger.

Do you think that we have enough to
convict Sherri Rosatti?

I think if we slap
some bracelets on her

we'll hear a whole aria about
who the second hit man was.

Call Van Buren.

That's a great shot.

Can't you see I'm in
the middle of a match?

You play a little tennis,
don't you, Lennie?

Well, I'm no Serena Williams

but I know one thing--
it's all in the wrist.

Sherri Rosatti,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Tony Rosatti.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will

be held against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

You have the right
to an attorney...

Docket number 65721.

People v. Sherri Rosatti
and Randolph Porter.

Charges are Murder
in the First Degree

and Conspiracy to Commit Murder
in the First Degree.

Let's have some pleas.

Ms. Rosatti?

Not guilty.

Mr. Porter?

Not guilty.

The People request

the defendants be remanded
without bail.

And why should today
be different than any other?

Your Honor

this is a murder for hire.

And let's
hope

the People have
something left over

after the defendants

have paid their tab.

Bail is $250,000...

each.

Cash or bond.

Next.

Docket Number 9521...

Look, say it as
much as you want.

I never wired
anything to anyone.

We have
your faxed instructions.

Tony had access to
that account, too.

Right, and when he wasn't
putting up Sheetrock

he was a master forger.

All I know is, I never signed
any bank instructions.

Of course we'll get
a handwriting expert.

Of course.

Let's look at the facts.

Starting with
where Mrs. Rosatti

would find Mr. Astragoono
in the first place.

Astangura.

Whatever.

Where would she hire a hit man?

By a strange coincidence

your client's father
knows Mr. Astangura.

We think he put her
in contact with him.

My father?

It's okay, Sherri.

My father has nothing to do
with this.

If your father didn't help you,
who did?

I had no idea Randy
would do something like this.

He put you in contact
with Astangura?

He asked me for money.

Maybe we should talk.

No, I want to tell him this.

Randy was in trouble.

He said he was...

in over his head
in-in gambling debts.

He, uh, he said
they were going to kill him

if he didn't pay.

So you did wire the money?

No, but he knew
about the account.

He must've forged my name.

I didn't know... I didn't know
he would kill Tony.

This is the story
you're sticking with?

It's true.

Somebody's lying!

I'll give you three guesses.

she's not in this room.

Why would I lie?

Tony dying, what's in it for me?

$3 million?

What?

Mr. Rosatti's life insurance.

Which I'm guessing was payable

to Mrs. Rosatti.

I didn't know anything
about any life insurance.

I think we're done.

Fine.

Wait.

I never believed she'd actually go through
with this.

Go through with what?

She was always saying, "Wouldn't
it be great if Tony were gone?

"We could be together.

We wouldn't have
to sneak around."

Yeah, and $3 million in the bank
account certainly wouldn't hurt.

I didn't know anything
about the insurance.

Believe me.

She's smart.

Look how she set this up
so that if it went bad...

I'd take the fall.

Blaming each other is
a step in the right direction.

He said, she said.

It could add up
to reasonable doubt.

As it stands

we can't prove murder because
we don't have any evidence

as to who really
killed Tony Rosatti.

On the other hand

to prove
conspiracy to commit murder

we have to show agreement.

And with each of them

putting it all off
on the other...

The Rosatti woman
paid Astangura?

That's right.

And this Porter character

received the call
from Astangura?

The cell phone was
in his apartment.

So even if we can't prove
they conspired with each other

which we know they did

we can prove that they each
conspired separately

with our friend
in the Federal pen.

The old unindicted
coconspirator game.

Dosso called me.

He gave me a
cell phone number.

I called that number.

Whoever was on the
other end told me

he wanted Tony Rosatti
taken care of.

Excuse me, Mr. Astangura.

By "taken care of,"
you mean...?

Eliminated.

Erased.

Killed.

Yeah, that's
right, killed.

And what did you
tell this person?

I gave him
my offshore bank account number.

As soon as he wired me
the 50 grand, we had a deal.

Is this the number
you called?

It is.

Let the record show

that the number matches
People's Three--

the cell phone found
in defendant Porter's apartment.

And did he wire you the money?

He did.

And did you kill Mr. Rosatti?

I was arrested before
I could execute the contract.

That's all.

Just to be perfectly clear,
Mr. Astangura.

Are you sure you spoke to a man
when you dialed that number?

Yeah. He was a guy, definitely.

White guy, New York accent.

More than that

I couldn't tell you.

Do you know someone
named Jerry Malick?

I used to know
an undercover cop

by that name.

He's retired now.

Would you be surprised to learn
that Mr. Malick is in fact

Mrs. Rosatti's--

the defendant's--
father?

I didn't know that,
but I'll tell you what

you stay in this business long
enough, nothing surprises you.

Did Mr. Malick know
what line of work you were in?

Did he know you were
a murderer for hire?

Yeah, sure, he knew.

Can you say beyond any
reasonable doubt that the voice

you heard on
the cell phone

was not Jerry Malick's?

No, I couldn't say that, no.

That's all.

The truth is, I
really loved Tony.

But you cheated on him.

He was always working.

When he wasn't working,
he was worrying about work.

And having an affair was your
way of getting his attention?

I guess.

You love someone,
you marry him.

The years go by,
after awhile

you start to feel
taken for granted.

I mean, yes, I-I-I wanted Tony to notice
me

but I didn't
want to hurt him.

I just wanted
to feel...

Yes?

Alive.

And appreciated.

And what about Randy Porter?

Was he just a fling?

Randy was a mistake.

Did Randy love you?

I thought he did.

He kept talking about marriage.

He said,
"Wouldn't it be wonderful

if Tony was somehow
out of the picture?"

"Out of the picture."

What do you think
Mr. Porter meant by that?

I certainly didn't think
he meant killing him

if that's what
you're getting at.

Did you know your husband
was about to divorce you?

Yes.

Um, he knew about
me and Randy.

We talked about it.

I was hoping that we
might get back together.

We were trying to
work things out.

And your idea
of working things out

was to go to Bermuda
for the weekend with Mr. Porter?

The same weekend
your husband was murdered?

I was serious about Sherri.

Clearly she wasn't
serious about me.

Why do you say that?

Sherri's all about money.

I don't have any,
never have.

Funny thing is

neither did Tony.

He lived high
on the hog

but it was
all borrowed.

Not exactly
what Sherri bargained for

when she said "I do."

She told you this, did she?

It was all
she ever talked about.

Thank you.

Did you ever hear
of Jamie Astangura?

Not until he testified.

So his call

to your cell phone,
what was that?

A wrong number?

It wasn't my
cell phone.

I'm sure you did tests
for fingerprints.

Did you find any of mine
on there?

I'm asking the questions,
Mr. Porter.

If he did, you'd
know about it.

He'd tell you.

That's enough, Mr. Porter.

I'm just saying.

If it isn't
your cell phone

how did it get
into your apartment?

I don't know.

But I will tell you this:

Sherri Rosatti's had a key
to my place for forever.

Any chance this was

their legal strategy
from the get-go?

Well, good liars
make good actors.

Ah, what the hell.

Time to look reality
in the kisser.

Offer each of
them Man One.

In exchange for...?

The second hit man.

The guy who killed Tony Rosatti.

Somebody's got to know.

Let's not get ahead of
ourselves.

I just got a response
to those serial numbers, Jack.

Before the trial, I asked Serena
to run the cell phone

found in Porter's apartment,
by manufacturer.

It was purchased in Brooklyn
at a bodega in Red Hook.

Bobby Vignerelli.

Rosatti's loan shark
boyhood friend.

We'll need to look
at his bank records.

Done.

Hey, uh, maybe you can get me
a cup of coffee and a Danish?

I ain't used to getting up
this early in the morning.

We're not here to entertain you,
Mr. Vignerelli.

Then, uh,
why the wake-up call?

Conspiracy
to commit murder.

Murder?

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

We subpoenaed your bank records.

Ten weeks ago, you wrote a check
to Tony Rosatti for $50,000.

It's like I told the cops.

Tony needed a loan to make
payroll, that's all it is.

A short time later

someone wired $50,000
from Mrs. Rosatti's account

to James Astangura,
professional hit man.

So Sherri had Tony killed.

I-I read the newspapers
just like anybody else.

I mean, I didn't know she was
going to steal the money

then use it to have him whacked.

One month later

you withdrew another $50,000
from your accounts.

That's right.

I had a cash flow situation
that I had to straighten out.

I think it was a second payment
to a second hit man.

You got this all wrong.

Uh, Tony was
my dear, dear friend.

He owed you
a lot of money.

His business was
on the ropes.

He was never going
to pay you back.

I think you were in cahoots
with Mrs. Rosatti.

You conspired to murder Tony,
frame Randy Porter

and claim the insurance money.

Give us the name
of the second hit man

and save yourself
from the capital murder charge.

Yes?

Who?

Do you know an Austin Foster?

Yeah, that's, uh, Tony's lawyer.

I told him to come here.

Send him in.

Why is he here?

Because Tony told me
if you ever got on my case

about his business,
I was to notify Foster.

Hello, everybody.

What's this?

That is a dated
and unopened parcel

sent to me by
Mr. Tony Rosatti

with instructions
to open it

only if and when Mr. Vignerelli so
requests.

Do the honors,
Mr. McCoy?

Hey, Bobby. Austin.

I know if you're watching this

the two of you are in a room
with a couple of DAs

and the whole thing's
gone to hell.

Whoever it is, hi.

My name is Tony Rosatti.

I thought I planned this
whole thing out pretty good.

Sherri and that son of a bitch
Porter in jail

me at peace,
maybe for the first time.

So, Mr. DA

the hit man, the wired money,
the phone in Porter's apartment

it was all me.

Bobby loaned me the dough, but
he didn't know what it was for.

Sorry, Bobby,
for jamming you up this way.

So that's it.

All's well, et cetera,
et cetera.

You know what?

Parting is not sweet sorrow.

It's just plain sweet.

Well, I'll be damned.

All right, Tone.

I don't believe he could've
done this by himself.

You loaned him the money
to bankroll this.

I could indict you
as a coconspirator.

For what?

To commit assisted suicide?

Well, I guess I'll go buy myself
that cup of coffee, huh?

We'll never know
who the second hit man was--

who really killed Tony Rosatti.

Foster's right,
it was assisted suicide.

Well, I guess it beats
dousing yourself with rum

and lighting up a Cohiba.

Rosatti's second will
gives Bobby Vig

the jewelry
in his safe deposit box.

At least Sherri won't be getting
any of that insurance money.

I'm sure she's already
got a team of lawyers

contesting the
suicide clause.

Fighting an insurance company--
now, that's suicide.

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