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the people are represented
by two separate
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.

Hey, we're the
first ones here.

That's because the ticket counter
doesn't open till 8:30.

Well, at least we won't
have to stand in line.

No, we can stand by ourselves
for an hour and a half.

I need a restroom.

Hey, kids, look.

This is called, uh,
Castle Clinton.

It's an old naval fort.

It's the President's fort? No, it's
named after, um...

I don't know who.
But not the President.

Oh, there's the restroom.

They should name that
after the President.

It's locked.

Gary, we're goin' back
to the hotel. Shane, come on.

Shane, don't look at her.
No, she's just sleeping.

No, she isn't.
Her head's all messed up.

Oh, my God.

Come on, let's go.
We better get a policeman.

Give me a big beauty shot of
the gun with the hand.

Is this what I think it is?
Yeah.

One lonely Saturday night
too many.

Slug chipped General Booth over there and
dug itself into a tree.

No suicide note, no ID. Any idea how long
she's been here?

Ah, rigor's already set in.
Maybe, uh, six to eight hours.

There's not a lot of blood. Well, it
probably soaked into the ground.

Just for drill, test her hand for
gunpowder.

I'd hate to think I got up this early on a
Sunday morning for a suicide.

Sorry. I missed the "Do Not Disturb" sign
on your pager.

That's okay,
I enjoy the view.

Ellis Island.
Statue of Liberty.

"Huddled masses yearning
to breathe free."

Or not.

The reason you didn't find
much blood on the ground

is that most of it's
still inside her.

She was already dead when she was shot.
Suffocated.

With enough force
to break her nose.

There were no signs
of sexual trauma.

Drug panel was positive for low levels of
alcohol and fluoxetine hydrochloride.

Prozac.

How old? Twenties?

Mid to late thirties.
Wow. No kidding?

It's the skin.

I'd kill for skin like that.
Yeah?

You sure you weren't in
Battery Park around midnight?

I was salsa dancing
at the Copa.

And according to her body temperature,
this lady wasn't outside

more than a couple of hours.

Got a hit on her prints.
Janine McBride, 36.

That lovely lady
has a sheet?

No, she's got a
Federal security clearance.

She was a deputy director with the Social
Security Administration in Baltimore.

That's a long commute. She's got an
address down there.

Well, you know the drill.
Give our friends a call.

No boyfriend shirts,
no boyfriend pants.

Does every girl gotta
have a boyfriend?

Murdered ones do.
Significant others is the

number one cause of
death among women.

No party hats.

Where do you keep yours,
Sheppard?

Next to my bed,
in a gumball machine.

Mom and Dad.
Vivian and James McBride.

West 96th Street.
New York City.

Car key. Beemer.

The Baltimore Police told us her car has
been missing from her garage

since Saturday night.

We just talked to her
on Thursday.

She would have told us if she
were coming up to visit.

Did she have a boyfriend?

No. I don't think so.

Do you know why
she was on medication?

She had a prescription
for Prozac.

We didn't know.

Well, we knew she was
upset about her job.

Why is that?

Up until a couple of months ago, she was
working for the White House.

For the Council of
Economic Advisors.

So Baltimore wasn't exactly a step up. No.

Did she have any friends here? Anyone she
would have called?

Ned Burks. She went out
with him for a few years.

She broke up
with him nearly two years ago.

She wouldn't call him. BRISCOE: Why'd you
mention him?

He's called me a few times in the last
month asking about Janine.

He was always nice to her,
but I don't know.

The last time he called?
A week ago.

He asked me for a
job referral.

He was in Asian hedge funds.

He got clobbered.

It doesn't make sense.

Who would do this to her? That's what
we're tryin' to find out.

Where were you Saturday night?

I was home. I was on
the phone.

Hong Kong, Manila,
trying to drum up business.

We saw you have a permit
for a handgun. A .357.

Yes. For my country house.
And as of last month,

I don't have the
country house anymore.

Look, I wouldn't hurt Janine.
I cared about her.

So we heard. You've been calling her
folks, keeping tabs on her...

It's not like that.
Then what is it like?

When Janine and I
were going out,

we had dinner with them
a couple of times a week.

They've always treated
me like family.

And now that things are a little unsteady
for you, you reached out to them.

Yeah, something like that.

You reach out to Janine?

I called her last month.
She wasn't home.

I didn't have
her work number.

Would've been nice
to get back with her, yeah?

I don't know if that was
in the cards.

Why not? I asked her a few times
to marry me.

Uh, she never came out
and said no.

I thought there might
still be a chance

to prove to her I could
be everything she wanted.

They got a Beemer. On Stone Street, five
blocks from the park.

We ran her plastic.

She bought gas in Jersey City just off the
Turnpike, 10 minutes to 5:00,

Sunday morning.

Which is pretty amazing, considering she'd
been dead for five hours.

Mr. Burks' alibi?

LUDs confirm he was on the phone on and
off till 4:20 in the morning.

That pretty much
eliminates him.

Baltimore to Jersey City is,
what, about a four-hour drive?

Give or take.

Well, that puts the murder
scene back in Baltimore's lap.

It's like I told you and, uh, cutie-pie,
here. Detective Cutie-pie.

Yeah, right. Miss McBride's car was here
Saturday afternoon,

and it wasn't here
Saturday night.

What time again
Saturday night?

Maybe 10:30.

You told us 10:00.

Give or take.
What am I, Swiss?

Who has the spot
next to her?

The Conways. They went to, uh, Pompano for
the winter two weeks ago.

Munch, what do these
look like to you?

The blood drops are
the same type, same PGM,

and same antigen as
McBride's blood.

Probably from the broken nose she got when
she was suffocated.

In her parking garage. Looking more like
Baltimore's problem.

And we've got nothing off the
fingerprints.

But Baltimore got a hit off the serial
number of the gun.

It's registered to a Eugene Lee in
Timonium, Maryland.

Reported stolen two
years ago.

Definitely
Baltimore's problem.

Someone went to a lot of trouble to drop
the body off on our doorstep.

Wouldn't you like to know why?

Well, I'm sure Lieutenant Giardello will
call me with all the fascinating details.

Right now, it's looking
like a robbery-carjack.

We don't know for
sure where she was killed.

You claiming
joint jurisdiction?

She was a high-level
federal bureaucrat. A GS-15.

If we let this slip through our fingers,
we could end up lookin' like idiots.

We're still goin' with the
perp being somebody she knew.

Either a boyfriend or somebody bucking for
the job.

You workin'
the address book?

We couldn't come up with a boyfriend or
anybody who saw her

Saturday night.
We luminoled the bed.

Zip for bodily fluids. We found blonde
hair. She was blonde, right?

Top and bottom.

That's what I missed about you, Lennie.
Your succinctness.

Access denied.

Bill Gates is messing with my
head. CURTIS: Click on Utilities.

No, I'm not familiar with this
password program.

Must be something new
the Feds are using.

The lab
can figure it out.

Where's Munch?

In the bedroom with Lennie.

Those two can't keep their
hands off each other.

Guess that means we're
workin' together.

Last time, I had Falsone.

This is a big improvement.
You think?

You're taller.

The place is negative for condoms or any
kind of contraceptive devices.

Ditto peek-a-boo bras, merry widows, any
Doc Johnson products.

This lady had no
discernible sex life.

Maybe she enjoyed
solitaire.

That would be a shame,
because I saw her picture.

She isn't half-bad. Uh, can you... Can you
get that?

What, under there?
Forget it.

Never mind.

Oh...

Mmm!

Personal lubricant.
Cherry flavor. Yummy!

Solitaire's more fun
with two players.

This is her office.

Janine was such
a private person.

And here she turns up,
splashed across the news.

We were shocked.

She'd only been transferred
here a couple of months ago.

We heard she wasn't
too happy about it.

I could never
understand why.

She got a raise,
more responsibility.

She just said
she missed Washington.

Any particular person in Washington? That
never came up.

How about somebody here?

She brought a date to a couple of
functions. A good-looking man.

Works for Senator Romney's
office here.

Um, Nelson. Brett Nelson.
Just a casual date?

Mmm, no. But she told me she didn't know
if it was going anywhere.

Did she want it to? Well, I got the
impression that

she cared more about him
than he cared about her.

She tell you that?

I overheard her on the phone with him.
Must have been a couple of weeks ago.

She was upset. Crying.

Janine was just a girlfriend. There was
nothing special going on.

You slept with her?

Yes. So what? Any chance she misread the
signals?

No, she wasn't
that naive.

Guys usually keep their fingers crossed
when they say that.

When the two of you
shacked up,

whose place was it,
yours or hers?

Either one. All right. On, uh, Saturday
night?

Saturday night I had chicken and mashed
potatoes at the American Legion.

The Senator announced new defense
contracts for local businesses.

What time did you
leave?

Uh, maybe 10:00,
quarter past.

Where'd you go? Uh, I rented a video.
Jules and Jim.

Then I went home.
What about Sunday morning?

I went jogging. I think I've told you
everything you need to know.

If you'll excuse me.

I took Jeremy for a walk
at 5:00 Sunday morning.

Again at 7:00,
at 9:00, and at 11:00.

Thirsty little guy, huh?

He has bladder
problems.

Anyway, I didn't notice
if Nelson was at home.

He said he went jogging.

Well, if he was at home,
I don't think he went out.

And why is that?

His newspaper was still
out front at 11:00.

You sure?
Oh, yes. Because I took it.

I don't know what time I came back. I
don't wear my watch when I jog.

Then what? You read the Sunday paper at
home?

Yes.
The paper you get delivered?

Yes, the paper I get
delivered.

The paper your neighbor
stole from you?

Look, I didn't kill Janine.

I didn't see her
Saturday or Sunday.

Then we need to know why you've lied to
us. I have not lied.

I saw the paper was gone, so I bought one
on the way home.

You told us you rented a movie on Saturday
night.

The video store has you renting it
Saturday afternoon.

Yes, but I exchanged it Saturday night for
another copy.

The tape was defective.
That's what I meant.

They don't keep a record if you exchange
it for the same movie.

So don't tell me
I've lied to you.

I wasn't with Janine.
I was home.

I'm still getting a twitch
from this guy.

It's got nothing to do with McBride. I
think he's gay.

Why? Because he didn't come on to you? I
didn't come on to you.

Yeah, whatever
you say.

Look, just because I opened your door
doesn't mean I'm flirting with you, Rene.

It's just my
upbringing.

Besides, I'm very married. You know what
my mother says?

What's that?
That most men cheat.

And the ones that don't
are just afraid to.

So, adulterers or
cowards, huh?

You have the same high opinion of men as
your mother does?

I'm a romantic. I'm still hoping to find a
man I can trust.

As for Nelson,
he gave himself away.

He was checking you out.

Mr. Nelson, we'd like to believe
you didn't hurt Janine,

but our gut tells us
you're lying to us.

As long as we have that feeling
we're not letting go of you.

The longer you're a suspect, the more you
become an object of public curiosity.

Listen to me. Your whole life
will be out in the open.

But if you want to come clean with us now,
nobody'll be the wiser.

I don't want the
Senator embarrassed.

So where were you
Saturday night?

I was at a friend's house.

You understand we'll
have to verify that.

His name is Dennis Jasper.

What was your
relationship with Janine?

She needed a date
for official functions

so she called
a friend of a friend in D.C.

Did she know you were gay?
That was the point.

She didn't want any
misunderstandings.

Mr. Jasper confirmed
Nelson's alibi.

Janine McBride's
gay, too?

Mutual friend she
had with Nelson confirmed it.

So, beating around
the wrong bush.

A man still could
have done it.

Some rejected suitor
venting his heterosexual rage.

Ah, Nelson feels
pretty sure that

if McBride had a
problem with

anybody she would've
mentioned it to him.

Did he know if she
had a lover?

She never mentioned
anyone to him.

Well, that lubricant wasn't for squeaky
bedsprings.

Anybody check her
phone records?

Yeah. Since she
moved to Baltimore,

calls to
her parents,

to work, to D.C., various government
offices. Lots of those...

Well, assuming the suspect is one of
McBride's lovers,

we start with
the local lesbian bars.

John, I'm
sure you have a list.

As a matter
of fact...

I've never
seen her here.

You sure she was gay?

I don't believe a woman is gay until she
personally rejects me.

You must know a lot
of lesbians.

Thanks, ladies.

Lennie, there's
gotta be 10 women

for every woman in
this place.

And all gorgeous.
And happy.

As soon as they invent
artificial sperm

and a machine
that opens jars,

you and I are
outta business, old buddy.

Yeah, her name is Jean
or something like that, right?

Janine.
You know her?

From D.C.

I used to work there. And she's been in
here a couple of times.

Alone?
Yes. Left the same way.

Did she patronize
any of the other clubs?

She wasn't into the
scene in Baltimore.

She cruised the clubs in D.C.

Did she talk to anyone when she came in
here?

No. She'd have a drink,

use the phone, have another drink, use the
phone again.

Not what you'd call
a happy little Mouseketeer.

I know who guys call
from bars.

Mistresses, bookies... Hookers, drug
connections...

Yeah, but who do
lesbians call?

You know, we're
suckin' wind here.

The barkeep didn't
even remember the last

time McBride was in there.

John, John.
Perseverance.

That's what makes
a great detective.

What makes a great detective is a great
snitch.

The lab got into
McBride's computer.

Most of it was work-related, personal
finances.

But there was this. A draft
of an unaddressed letter.

"Since I've been unable
to get redress through

"normal channels, I
must resort to

"a personal
communication with you.

"As you are well aware,
my transfer to Baltimore has

"completely
overwhelmed me.

"It is unfair and unwarranted.

"You and I both know
the personal issue

"that led to
this transfer.

"Unless the situation is
rectified to my satisfaction,

"I warn you,
I will go public.

"I will name names."

Looks like they rectified the situation to
their satisfaction.

Here we go again.

The Manchurian Candidate was a work of
non-fiction, Lennie.

Anybody know
a good hotel in D.C.?

It's all yours, Lennie.

I better get back
to my family.

I might as well get
back into rotation.

Dibs on the right
side of the bed.

You know what
the holdup is? Me.

I'm a security risk.
You're a cop.

Before I got on the team, I was down for
the revolution, Lennie.

I was a street-fighting man.

I made a Freedom of Information request
for my FBI files two months ago.

They're probably still figuring out how
many 18-wheelers

it's gonna take
to get it to my mailbox.

I'm on their books
as an enemy of the state.

I might as well have
stayed home.

Sirs, you've been
cleared to go in.

Mrs. Palnick's office
is on the third floor.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

I'm very sorry
you had to wait.

I needed the okay from
next door to talk to you.

With the Independent Counsel tossing
subpoenas left and right,

everyone's very careful
whom they talk to.

Well, we're just
here on a nice

simple murder. No high crimes or
misdemeanors.

What exactly does the Council
of Economic Advisors do?

Engineer the collapse
of the ruble?

No. Please, sit.

We collect newspaper
and magazine articles on

relevant business issues.

Why was Ms. McBride
transferred to Baltimore?

Her position here
became redundant.

Her name went
back in the hat.

Just the standard
red tape.

Well, according to a letter we found, she
was under the impression

that she was moved because of a personal
issue.

What issue?

She was gay. Oh. No, I hardly consider
that an issue.

Everyone knew.

People who think somebody's out to get
them are usually right.

Well, I can see why Janine
might have felt that.

A few months ago, I got an anonymous call
from a man.

He was obviously upset.

He told me that
Janine was a lesbian,

which wasn't news to me.

He accused her of soliciting sex from some
of our junior employees.

Did you tell Ms. McBride
about the call?

Yes. She said it was someone
who was stalking her.

I told her to report
it to the police.

I don't think she listened.

This man, did he give the
name of the junior employees?

Mmm-hmm. He mentioned
three names,

I talked to them. They denied Janine ever
had any improper dealings with them.

Well, we'll need to ask them if they know
who this stalker is.

Right. Uh...

Susan Tremar took a private
sector job in Los Angeles.

Connie Morris is on maternity
leave in St. Louis.

But Katherine Raynor works across the
street in the Chief of Staff's office.

There you go.

Uh, I only have, like,
half-an-hour for lunch,

and I still have
to get a yogurt. So...

We appreciate you're
taking the time.

Uh, I just want to know how my name came
up. I mean, a murder...

That's just... That's, I don't know, it's
crazy.

Well, an allegation was made that Ms.
McBride sexually harassed you.

Okay, that's a joke.

It never...
Who told you that?

Ms. Palnick.

Well, I told her it
wasn't true.

Just because I was friendly
with Janine doesn't mean

there was anything
weird going on.

Who would make an
allegation like that?

Some prejudiced person who doesn't like
gays

or wanted
Janine's job.

You ever discuss this with
Janine over yogurt?

Ms. Palnick
told me not to.

Besides, Janine and I only talked about
our parents and clothes and guys.

Guys?

People are people.

Janine gave me advice about relationships.

Does anyone else
know you're talking to me?

No, it's just our
little secret.

Did she ever mention
that she might be having

a problem with somebody
stalking her?

Uh, yeah. She said there was
some creep bothering her.

Her neighbor in her
old building, he's FBI.

She asked him to
talk to the guy.

I spoke to him as a
private citizen,

not in my official
capacity.

I was just being
a good neighbor.

Do you know why he
was harassing her?

No. And I didn't get
into it with him.

We had a very short
conversation. Did the trick.

Apparently not. Ms. McBride was found
murdered in New York last week.

And you suspect
this person?

We just need to have
a longer talk with him.

Uh, if you could
just give us his name.

I better run it by
my station chief.

Don't get any ideas.
This is our case.

I'll convey that to him.

Now, if you gentlemen
will just wait here.

Uh, one more thing.
I sent away for my FBI file

under the Freedom
of Information Act.

Seeing as I'm here, any chance I could
pick it up?

My assistant might
be able to help you.

He's not gonna give
us the name, Lennie.

The cone of silence is descending on our
little investigation.

It's just the usual
cover-my-ass shuffle.

You think that. In the meantime, the phone
is ringing

in the Big Apple,
in Charm City...

The hook is poised to
yank us off the case.

Would a cup of coffee make
you even more paranoid?

We located your file,
Mr. Munch.

If you'll just sign here.

Uh, we have a mid-sized car. I'm concerned
it won't fit in the trunk.

You shouldn't
have a problem.

And, uh, this is
from Agent Hardin.

It's the name you wanted. Thank you.

And the lucky stalker is
Frank Willington.

Works at the Pentagon.

This is spooky, Lennie.
What?

My file, where's
the rest of it?

It's page one of one.

Well, this can't be
everything, Lennie.

I mean, I was a dangerous radical,
left-wing journalist...

"Subject is an occasional
reporter and music critic

"for the alternative weekly,
The Paper.

"Field interviews reveal
that, while vocal, subject is

"considered a dilettante

"and a non-entity in
local radical politics.

"In our evaluation,
subject poses no threat."

Well, better luck come
the next revolution, John.

I was not stalking her.

It just got blown
out of proportion.

Well, what exactly
were you doing?

I just had to talk to her.

Why? She owe you money?
You lent her a book?

You knew her
from a previous life?

It was a private matter.

Frank, we know she hit from
the other side of the plate.

Look, I have stayed away
from Janine McBride.

I haven't phoned her.
I haven't talked to her.

You been to Baltimore lately?

Yes. Every other week
on business.

How about a week ago
last Saturday night?

I was at the movies with my kids. Then we
went home.

Can your wife verify that?

My wife, she's not staying with us. It's
temporary.

I don't want you
bothering her.

Either your wife or your kids,
Frank, somebody has to corroborate your
story.

You just stay away
from my family.

I'm going back to work.
You just stay away from us.

The wife?
Uh...

Fay Willington,
Assistant Deputy

Under-Secretary,
Department of Labor.

It's a trial separation. Frank and I just
need a time-out.

He's a pretty
intense guy.

Why would you say that?
Just a hunch.

What was his relationship with Janine
McBride? None. I mean...

We only knew her socially.

Any idea why he was harassing her two
months ago?

I'm sure he wasn't.

Anything to do with
why you're separated?

I only agreed to talk
about my husband.

Fine, your husband.

Do you know where he was
Saturday night two weeks ago?

Took our children to see a movie. He was
home after that.

And where were you?
I was at my apartment.

But you happen to know that he was home
with the kids in Georgetown?

I talked to him when the kids called to
say good night, around 10:30.

How do you know he didn't
go out after that?

Well, I called Frank.

Just after midnight. I had to remind him
that Daniel's soccer game...

We can pull your phone records, Mrs.
Willington.

Find out if you really
did make that call.

You sure you didn't
just imagine it?

I want to talk to my lawyer.

She's already upstairs. Her lawyer
practically brought her in

with a coat
over her head.

Sounds a little
overcautious.

In the land of the Red Mass
and programmed assassins,

paranoia is a
healthy response.

The Red Mass?

The secret Catholic Mass held for the
Supreme Court the Sunday before their
session.

All the justices dress in red for the
occasion.

I'm intrigued you haven't
heard of it, Counselor.

Room 1215.

I don't want to talk.
I don't even want to be here.

Just so you understand.

I can have you arrested and held until you
change your mind.

She's not a
material witness.

I'm saying she is.

We need an absolute guarantee her identity
will be protected.

We can do that. But if it goes to trial,
she'll have to testify.

I don't want
my children to know.

Best we can do
in the event of a trial

is ask the judge to close the courtroom
for your testimony.

I had an affair,

with Janine McBride.

That's why Frank harassed her.
That's why we separated.

If this comes out...

We're not that far north
of the Bible Belt.

She's afraid she'll
lose custody of her kids.

She said her husband knows.

He thinks it's a phase.
But it isn't?

No.

Did he kill Janine McBride?

No.

How can you be sure? You don't know where
he was late Saturday night.

I know where Janine was.

I was at a club. Talullah's.

I ran into her in
the parking lot.

She had a young black woman
in the car with her.

Very attractive. Very...

Hard-looking.
Probably a prostitute.

And Janine drove off with her.

We'll need you to look at mug shots.
See if you can pick her out.

All right.

Please,

you have to promise to
keep my name out of this.

We'll do everything we can.

Here's your girl.

Chesley Purcell, 28
and multiple convictions.

Solicitation, possession with intent,
larceny.

She used to be one of
Marion's party girls.

Where can we find her?

Well, she's on parole from an assault two.
Let's see what the report says.

Last known...

She's one of yours, bud.

She relocated to Baltimore
eight months ago.

Police! Don't move!
Freeze!

Hey, hey, hey! What'd I do? What'd I do?

Where is she?
Where's Chesley?

She ain't here!
Don't shoot!

Who are you?
I'm her cousin, Leon.

I came up from Alpharetta
two weeks ago.

Well, cousin Leon, you better tell me
where she's at.

North. She went to
New York City.

Where? Give me an address.
I don't know an address.

She called me. She had me
put a suitcase on a bus.

When?
Yesterday.

I sent it to the
bus station in New York.

I want extradition papers
drawn up as soon as possible.

The name is Chesley,
with an E-Y, Purcell.

Thanks, Rey.

Yeah, get back to me as soon as you know,
all right?

Curtis checked with
the bus company.

The suitcase is still at the Port
Authority. He's got a team sittin' on it.

We need to get Willington's statement
under oath.

Good.

We need to act
fast and quietly,

before Purcell knows
she's in our sights.

Cousin Leon doesn't know
any of her friends.

But he saw her with a .38 four days before
McBride was killed.

I want him kept in isolation.

Mike Giardello wants us to call him and
keep him in the loop.

Lost platoon. Hold on.

It's for you, Counselor.

This is Jack McCoy.

I have a plane
in an hour and a half.

Right. We'll be downstairs.

William Dell, the Independent Counsel,
wants to see us.

It appears she met
the wrong person in a bar.

The police have identified the suspect. We
expect an arrest any day.

I am told that you're relying on a
statement and an identification

by one of
Ms. McBride's friends.

I'd like a look at
that statement.

Why?

It might be relevant
to my investigation.

I'd also appreciate it if you made the
witness available.

With all due respect, Mr. Dell, we're not
ready to do that

until the suspect's
in custody.

Mr. Danvers,
I'm trying to be courteous.

You're required to comply with any request
from an Independent Counsel.

We don't want to run the risk of
compromising our investigation.

We secured the witness's cooperation with
a promise to preserve her anonymity.

That's a very
unrealistic promise.

It was ours to make.

We intend to live up to it.

Aren't you charged
with investigating

financial misdealings
by the administration?

How does Janine McBride
figure into that?

The street only runs one way, Mr. Danvers.
You tell me what you know.

If you're not familiar with the
Independent Counsel statute...

I know the statute.

I also know about the leaks of grand jury
testimony from your office.

The Justice Department is investigating
your investigation.

Mr. McCoy...

Speaking for myself,
I'm not putting

my witness and my murder case in jeopardy
just to satisfy your curiosity.

I have to follow
Mr. McCoy's lead on this.

Mr. McCoy's lead?

Mr. Lewin.

Your full name is
John James McCoy?

Yes.

What's this?

I'm subpoenaing you
before my grand jury.

You're asking me to quash the Independent
Counsel's subpoena?

Mr. McCoy, the statute
specifically gives him

unfettered subpoena power.

Except where, quote, "the interests of
justice and privilege may apply."

Apprehending and convicting a murderer
must take precedence over whatever it is

Mr. Dell has been investigating these last
four years.

The Attorney General of
the United States

deems my inquiry to be
in the national interest.

That interest cannot be superseded by some
parochial concern.

If Janine McBride's murder
is a parochial concern,

why is the Independent Counsel
so interested in it?

That's a question
I don't have to answer.

Mr. McCoy,

I don't see how
giving him what he wants

would imperil
your prosecution.

I can't take the chance of

finding what I tell his grand jury on the
front page of the Post.

You'll have to, Mr. McCoy.

If you'll allow me, Your Honor, I'm not
done.

I'm invoking
the work-product privilege.

The documents Mr. Dell wants were created
by me and Mr. Danvers

in anticipation of a trial.

Two presidents asserted
executive privilege

to defy an Independent
Counsel's subpoena.

The Supreme Court
shot them down.

Even they had to submit.

Now, is Mr. McCoy placing his privilege
above the President's?

Only an Independent Counsel would be that
arrogant, Mr. Dell.

Your Honor, Mr. McCoy can avoid appearing
before the grand jury

if he will just turn over
the witness's statement.

That's no choice at all.

From how I read the statute,
it's the only one you have.

Your motion to quash
is denied.

Either you give him
the information he wants,

or you appear before
his grand jury.

I'll look forward to
your decision, Mr. McCoy.

He's already deposed
Jamie Ross

about my run-in with
the Disciplinary Committee.

Now I hear he's deposed
Diane Hawthorne.

Oh, boy.

Someone fill me in here. Who's Diane
Hawthorne? She was an A.D.A.

I had a relationship with her.

Well, now you know what Mr. Dell's
going to ask at the grand jury.

He's going to roast
your pistachios.

He's trying to bully me.

And now you know how it feels to be on the
receiving end.

Except, unlike Mr. Dell I don't have
unlimited time and money.

I have other cases.

You don't like the Independent Counsel
because he's independent?

I don't like him lousing up
my murder case.

By giving him what he wants?

I made an agreement
with a witness.

It's not binding.

You're scheduled to go before the grand
jury day after tomorrow.

What if the police can't find Miss Purcell
by then?

I'm not answering any question
that'll compromise my case.

Contempt of a federal grand jury. Good
plan.

I hope for your sake Miss Purcell shows up
soon for her suitcase.

She claimed it about
twenty minutes ago.

Our team moved in when they were about to
lose her in the subway.

She won't even
give us her name.

What is she, 12, 13?

Yeah, usual junk in her pockets.
Gum, subway tokens,

couple of dozen POGs
in a plastic bag.

My kids used to collect them.
Mine still do.

Couple of these look like they
were made at the corner bodega

for the neighborhood kids.

Oh, great.

You made her cry.
She won't talk.

We can
always wait her out.

Hey, sooner or later,
Purcell's gonna notice

the kid didn't get
back with her suitcase.

Any way to trace the POGs?
Sure.

Could take a day or two.

Better if it takes one. Jack goes in front
of the grand jury tomorrow.

The eyewitness
saw her with the suspect,

at a club in Washington,

on the night that
she was killed.

Did the police question anyone at the
Council of Economic Advisors?

Yes. Ms. McBride's
former boss, Judy Palnick.

Any other former colleagues?

Yes. An assistant,
Katherine Raynor.

Ms. Raynor presently works
in the office

of Deputy White House Chief
of Staff Carla Bernardi.

What was the substance of her
statement to the police?

Ms. McBride had been accused of improper
conduct toward Ms. Raynor.

Ms. Raynor denied
any such conduct occurred.

What kind of conduct?

Sexual harassment.

Was Ms. McBride a lesbian?

Yes, according to
the people who knew her.

Did she have a relationship with Ms.
Raynor?

Not to our knowledge.

With anyone within
the administration?

Again, not to our knowledge.

With anyone within the government?

Mr. Dell, we didn't
make a point of cataloging

Ms. McBride's
sexual encounters.

That's not what I asked.

I'm directing you to answer.

I know what you asked.
I gave you my answer.

At this point, Mr. McCoy,

I remind you that any failure to answer
can be construed as obstruction of
justice,

which is an underlying element
to a charge of conspiracy.

I want you to be
clear about that, Mr. McCoy.

Yeah, these four are mine.

Kids come in and buy $5 worth of candy,
and I give them one.

My wife came up
with that idea.

This girl ever buy
candy from you?

Yeah. Yeah, I recognize her.
Her name's Ashley.

I don't know her family name.

She's okay, isn't she?
She's fine.

You know where she lives?
Yeah.

Building over on 144th
with an aunt.

Sometimes an uncle.

Lot of people
coming and going.

I hear it's mostly pipeheads.

She ever mention anybody from
out of town staying with them?

Somebody from Baltimore?

No. But a few days ago, she came in asking
for a six-pack of Natty Boh.

I told her we don't carry it.

National Bohemian.
That beer from Baltimore.

Thanks.

Since the suspect
is still at large,

I must respectfully decline
to answer your question.

Can you at least tell us
if the suspect is a

current or former employee of
any branch of the government?

No. Not so far as we've been
able to determine.

This eyewitness
who identified the suspect,

are they a current or former employee of
any branch of the government?

A current employee.

Please name the witness and describe the
specifics of their statement to the
police.

For the reasons that
I have given before,

and with all due respect to the grand
jurors, I'm not going to answer that.

Mr. McCoy, Judge Chilvers of the D.C.
Circuit ordered you to answer my
questions.

She ordered me to
appear before the grand jury.

I made a deal

to preserve my
witness's anonymity.

I see no compelling reason to
go back on my word.

I'm sure the
grand jurors understand

that prosecutors must honor
agreements with witnesses.

I didn't allow you to make a statement,
Mr. McCoy.

I ask you again.
I already gave you my answer!

Mr. McCoy, what are you hiding? Nothing.

I'm simply trying to
discharge my duties

as a prosecutor
for New York County.

Your duties?

Mr. McCoy, weren't you called

before the Disciplinary Committee of the
New York Bar Association

for withholding a witness
statement in a murder case?

I ultimately offered
that statement at trial.

That wasn't my question.

Yes, I appeared before
the Disciplinary Committee.

Isn't it true a fellow A.D.A.,
Diane Hawthorne,

illegally withheld exculpatory evidence in
a case you were both prosecuting

which led to the conviction
of an innocent man?

Yes. I had no knowledge
of that, and furthermore...

This A.D.A. was one of your lovers, isn't
that right?

Now, you just hold on.

A simple yes or no, Mr. McCoy.

I can't see
any possible relevance...

I see in your record a disturbing pattern
of perjury,

contempt of court,
obstruction of justice.

I want to know

what it is you're hiding,
Mr. McCoy, and why.

I answered that.
Not to my satisfaction.

One of the principal investigators in
Janine McBride's murder is

Detective Leonard Briscoe, is that right?
Yes.

The same Detective Briscoe who was
investigated by the Hellman Commission

for destroying evidence
in a drug case?

Why don't you tell the grand jury he was
cleared of that?

Just a moment, Mr. McCoy.

And whose daughter was murdered after
testifying in the trial of a drug dealer?

What are you insinuating?
His involvement in this case

raises serious concerns about the
integrity of your investigation.

Detective Briscoe
is above reproach.

You're hardly
an impartial witness.

Wasn't he a passenger

in a car driven by another one of your
lovers at the D.A.'s office

when she was killed?

Wasn't he drunk at the time?

The accident report
indicates that he was.

Now, one last time, Mr. McCoy,

what is the name
of your witness,

and what did they
tell the police?

Mr. Dell, have you no shame?

Have you no shame?

What I have is little patience
for people who stonewall me.

I direct you to answer.

Mr. McCoy?

I'm going back to New York,
Mr. Dell. I've got work to do.

Officer, place this man
in custody.

All right, freeze!
Police!

Freeze!

All right, all right.
Cuff her feet.

Take it easy.
I got her.

Ah... Here's what
she was going for.

You're one bad girl,
Chesley.

I am quite prepared to cite you, Mr.
McCoy, unless you answer his questions.

I'm sorry, Your Honor. There's no
legitimate basis for his questions.

Mr. Dell isn't
searching for truth,

he's trading in
character assassination.

Your Honor, I'm going to
seek charges against Mr. McCoy

for obstruction of justice and conspiracy
to obstruct. I want him held.

Mr. McCoy,

you are putting me
in a very difficult situation.

Yes? A Ms. Carmichael called from Mr.
McCoy's office.

She insisted I give you
this message.

Your Honor, I'm ready to answer one of Mr.
Dell's questions.

The suspect is in custody.
Her name is Chesley Purcell.

She's being held
for interrogation.

That's not good enough, Your Honor. I want
the name of the witness.

What can the witness give you
that the suspect can't?

I'm going to reserve decision
on the contempt charges.

You may go, Mr. McCoy.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We have hair and fiber evidence
from McBride's car,

we have McBride's credit cards in your
apartment, and we have eyewitnesses.

You're facing charges
in two jurisdictions, honey.

Not to mention the attempted
murder of a police officer.

That's what you get
on the play for the shotgun.

Your only choice is
to make a statement,

and cut the best deal you can.

Can you get them to
open up a window?

All these dicks
are stinking up the room.

If I were you,

I'd get that attitude out of your ears and
listen to what the man has to offer you.

Aren't you some tall,
cool glass of lemonade.

How'd I miss you in Balto?

What kind of deal
are you talking about?

We make the attempted
murder go away.

She does 20-to-life
for the murder.

I want a card.

A get-out-of-jail-free card.

Jack. Mr. Danvers.

These gentlemen are
with the FBI.

They've been sent here by the office of
the Independent Counsel.

Dell's asserting jurisdiction over the
case.

He got a federal court order to bring
Purcell back to Washington.

What are they going to do,
spirit her out of the country?

He's claiming her
as a witness.

He means to put her
in front of his grand jury.

The only way he gets her to talk is with
an offer of immunity.

Meaning we won't be
able to touch her.

She's a witness to what?

I read the supporting
affidavits to the court order.

Dell claims Purcell has damaging
information about McBride's

relations with various prominent
government figures, including Fay
Willington.

How the hell did he find out
about Fay Willington?

An FBI source.
Agent Michael Giardello.

Dell has a court order.
You can't ignore it.

Let him take Purcell. In the morning, you
find a judge and appeal.

Best that you can do.

I pity those guys. That lady's gonna curl
their shorts.

Call the paramedics!

Forget it. She's dead.

She took Janine away from me.

She took her from me!
Come on, let's go.

We talked with
Janine McBride's parents.

They got a call yesterday
from a reporter at the Post

to get their reaction to the capture of
their daughter's killer.

Apparently this reporter
also talked to Ned Burks.

And the reporter tipped off Burks that
Purcell was being held here.

What does Mr. Burks say?

All-in-all, he's pretty
pleased with himself.

Yeah, the Post
will be happy, too.

Caspar Milquetoast kills
Ms. Goodbar. Nice and simple.

Wraps up
our end of it.

This one's definitely
in your ballpark, Jack.

Chesley Purcell
got one break.

How's that?

She won't have to sit in the same room
with William Dell.