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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.

This is the last time,
Chris, I swear.

All right,
pork chops and martinis.

Veal chops.

And not just martinis,
apple martinis.

After seven years of marriage,
Stella knows what I drink.

After we ate?

Met game.

Seats by...
the first-base dugout.

Good. Mets five-four in ten.

How much did you win?

Nice touch.

I don't know.

Say a grand.

She's gonna want half.

200. I owe you.

Hey, what'd you do?

Drink the Great Salt Lake?

All right, so,
those pork chops...

rare, or what?

Veal!

I love when you...

I swear, I'll move in with you when she
throws me out!

Whoa, Chris?

This'll work fine,
if you stay cool.

You got your
cell phone?

Holy moly.

I'd make her late teens.

From rigor and blood pooling, dead a
couple hours.

From what?

Take your pick.

Blunt force trauma to
the head or strangulation?

Rape?

Slash marks
on the breasts.

Definite sexual activity,
but no obvious vaginal bruising.

Please don't tell me she laid back and
enjoyed it.

Hey, Lennie?

It looks like Dumb
and Dumber over there

were just making a
pit stop on the way home.

Probably made the alley
smell better.

Do we know who she is?

No, but I got guys
checking all the trash cans.

Between you and me, I got my fingers
crossed they come up empty.

Sure, why should
our lives be easy?

Hey, life's one thing.

Telling the girl's parents
is another.

Detectives?

Guess I should have
crossed my toes.

How?

She was only 17.

In an alley?

We're sorry
for your trouble.

No.

No. It can't be her.

Sally's going
to go to college.

She wants to be
a doctor.

Mr. Galan, we found Sally
on the Upper West Side.

Do you know why
she was there?

What do you mean?

Was she on
a date, maybe?

You see?
It's not her.

She was with
Katie. Look!

I'll call.

You'll see.
She...

Look at the damn picture.

It's her.

I'm sorry.

Who's Katie?

Katherine Corwin.

Her friend from Saint Jo's.

Sally spent the weekend.

Her parents have a
place in Amagansett.

Oh, you're kidding me?

Her mom called the cops?

Well, not exactly.

She called my mom?

No, that pleasure was ours.

Look, I'm not getting
in the middle of this.

You want to know
about the weekend, ask Sally.

The problem is,
we can't.

What's going on?

Is Sally all right?

Actually...

I told her.

I mean, what is she doing
with a guy like that?

A guy like what?

He's a car mechanic.

Wait. Why don't we
back up a couple steps?

Sally spent
the weekend

with this guy.

Her boyfriend?

More like...
something to do.

We made up the story
about Amagansett as a cover.

His name's
Kurt Lemond.

Did he hurt her?

Yeah, I know the bitch.

You might want to rethink that answer,
playa'.

Okay.

Bitch ho.

I'm guessing he doesn't have
the complete works

of Germaine Greer
on his bookshelf.

I hate Nazis.

Hey, man, how
old are you?

And how big is...?

Hey, look, don't
play with me.

I ain't no
high school girl.

You can drop
the attitude,

or I'll shove this
wrench down your throat.

What's his problem?

Your girlfriend's dead.

Whoa.

She was alive
when she walked out on me.

Yeah,
and when was that?

Last night,
around 10:00, at Bobo's.

Bobo who?
It's a club on...

Yeah, I know the place.
So, you were there with Sally?

Couple of tequila shooters,
she starts busting my chops.

She went her way,
I went mine.

Couple hours later,
I went home.

You can ask anyone.

Good idea.

In the meantime...

I do not recognize her.

Well, maybe this will help.
She's 17.

Still never seen her.

Well, she was here,
and now she's dead.

Look, I was back here
all night.

I'd know if she was sitting
at the bar.

Maybe... one
of the waitresses.

Julie?

You seen this one?

Sure. She was
here last night

with that lug, Kurt what's-his-name, with
the tattoos.

He was knocking the tequila back like it's
New Year's in Tijuana.

Sounds like fun.

Oh, yeah,
real whoop-di-doo.

First she says

he can go "f" himself.

Then he says she
can go "f" herself.

He goes to the little boys,
she goes for the door.

And then she tells me
I can tell him he can go...

Yeah, we get the picture.

What time was that?

Maybe 10:00.

Did he go back
to his table?

Yeah, and he
didn't miss a beat.

Ordered a double,
and kept 'em coming

till around midnight.

And before he turned into
a pumpkin?

Left with some babe
I've never seen before.

Real silicone city,
but I doubt he remembers.

What did he do?

Probably nothing.

Thanks.

Strangulation, knife wounds.

Subdural hematomas

are severe enough
to make me think

that she was unconscious
when he strangled her.

Less fuss,
less muss.

Well, from the lack of ligature
marks or defensive wounds,

I'd guess the fun started
once she was out cold.

How do guys get this sick?

I think it has
something to do with Mom.

Anyway, this guy
had a way with a knife.

Wounds are limited
to the victim's breasts.

Some kind of weird pattern.

You don't see that every day,

so I let my fingers
do the walking.

Brooklyn,
five years back.

Girl disappears
without a trace

on her way home
from the library.

Her body's dumped--

bludgeoned,
raped, strangled...

And slashed.

Yeah, slash marks on Sally
Galan's breasts and those

on the Brooklyn girl are close. How close?

Close enough for a maybe.

Lab's running DNA
on the semen samples.

I'll let you know.

Thanks.

Five-year separation.

Not exactly
Son of Sam or Zodiac.

Maybe he was
out of town.

Or maybe we just haven't found the bodies.

You know how many teenage girls go
missing.

The guy the Galan girl
spent the weekend with?

A real sweetheart.

Yeah,
with a real alibi.

Well, I'll set you up

with this Detective Goldstein
who worked the Brooklyn girl.

Meanwhile, let's not press

the public panic button
just yet.

You ever have one
that won't go away?

More than one.

Sorry to hear that.

Holly Pinkston was mine.

18, pretty as a picture,
straight As.

She left the stacks

with an armload of
books about Napoleon.

Ran into a girlfriend,
yack about this and that,

head home, that's it.

So, there was
no ransom call?

Nothing. Not until
a couple of alkies prowling

an abandoned warehouse
in Red Hook found her body.

Cut, beaten, raped
and strangled.

Librarian said there was
this guy in the stacks

of the European history
department around the same time.

Department artist made
a sketch.

None of the bookworms
could ever place him.

And you never found the guy?

I didn't even know
if we were looking

for a suspect or a witness.

Hey, we're gonna need
a copy of that sketch.

Yeah, that's him.

Who?

He sat right there
Sunday night.

And Sally Galan and her tattooed friend
were where?

Right here.

Is he the one who...?

Did he talk
to Sally?

Barely talked to me.
Just, "Shot and a beer."

You know,
he was kinda creepy.

Creepy, how?

I don't know.

I work in a bar.
Guys flirt with me.

Especially guys by themselves.

This one just... stared.

At Sally?

Kind of like
at nothing.

I told him I'd run him a tab.
Most customers jump at that,

but this guy wanted
to pay as he went.

That makes for a quick exit.

He pulled out
a roll.

Must have been,
like, three inches thick.

Looked like all ones and fives.

You know, when Kurt got back
to the empty table

after your girl left
'cause of the fight,

this guy was gone, too.

Sure. He wanted
to give her

his shoulder to cry on.

They never saw him
before.to Sally Galan's parents?

Neither did her friends,
people in the building

or at school.

So we're back
to random.

Looks like.

The only issue
is how many.

Missing Persons put this
together for us.

The blue pins are the
known homicide victims--

Sally Galan,
Holly Pinkston.

The red ones
are missing girls

who fit the M.O.

Teens who've vanished
in plain view,

no prior history
as runaways,

no ransom demands,
no credit card activity.

We're looking at five boroughs and
Westchester county--

blondes, brunettes,
Asians, blacks...

I'm not seeing a pattern here.

In all honesty,
neither are we.

Well, someone's got
to know this guy.

So, start
with the Manhattan pins

and work your way
to the bridges.

Why would I know him?

Well, there's a chance that...

You think Dana's with him.

Like I said,

there's a chance,
Mrs. Quilty.

She'll get tired
of him.

I haven't touched her room,
you know.

I want it to be just like
she remembers it

when she gets back.

You know, it has been
almost a year.

That Elizabeth Smart girl
out west, she came home.

I saw her on the news
playing her harp.

My Dana

plays the flute.

She was coming home
from a lesson when she...

I'm sorry.

I've never seen him before.

Could you do us a favor?

Not for your daughter,
but for the missing girls.

Would you mind
holding on to that sketch

and showing it to some
of Dana's friends?

Those poor girls.

Sophie was really a good kid.

I know that sounds corny,
but she was.

She was walking home
from practice.

Music?

Basketball.

She was a pretty good two guard.

They actually recruited her
to play at Marbury Prep.

I don't harbor any illusions.

I know Sophie's dead.

My mother and father know, too.

They never could have left
the city if they had any hope.

Hardest thing about it...

is imagining
what some freak did to her.

Have you seen anyone
who looks like this?

I'm sorry.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm all right.

It just... came back
all of a sudden.

I'm sorry, man.
No.

I know you're trying to help.

I'm just going to sit here
for a while.

I'll call you if...

Marbury Prep's on the
Upper East Side, right?

Yeah, 83rd and Second.

That's a long
walk here,

especially after
hoops practice.

Now, Bobo's Bar is across
town from Galan's apartment.

The library's got to be

two miles from the
Pinkston girl's place.

And the flute player
disappeared, what,

50 blocks from home?

So?

So, unless all these girls were
training for the marathon...

A cabbie.

Would hit
all the boroughs.

And a cabbie would have
a large wad of small bills.

Damn.

25,000 hacks in this town.

How come I can never
get a cab?

Complaints are third floor.

By the way, that number

doesn't include
livery and vans.

You sound like a glass
half empty kind of guy.

I'm just giving you
the stats.

Guy we're looking for

is white, mid 40's,
native born.

Why didn't you say so?

You eliminate the Africans

and the "English-as-
a-second-language" crew,

the number goes down to 15,000.

What about guys

that just got their hack
license five years ago?

I'd have to ask Mr. Computer.

Then why don't
you do that?

The past two years I quit the life.

Paris Hilton begged me to stay
at her place in the Hamptons,

how could I say no?

Man, cut
the crap.

It hurts, okay?

This idiot brother-in-law told
me the future's in popcorn.

What's wrong
with popcorn?

Nothing,
at a movie.

He wants to start stores,
you know, like Starbucks.

Charge a lot, he says.

The morons will eat it up
like it's...

Like popcorn?
Exactly.

So I mortgage
the house,

quit the job.

We open up one store and
never get out from under.

And after all this,
the wife calls me a bum,

takes everything
I got left.

All right, want to tell me
where you were Sunday night?

Right here.

Minus a paycheck,

'cause the Commissar there

gave me a vehicle
that wouldn't start.

Is that right,
Chief?

Nothing wrong
with that vehicle.

He flooded the engine.

Cossack.

All right, if somebody
doesn't give me

a straight answer, I'm going
to lock everybody up.

He was here.

We're talking to all the cabbies,
Mr. Bruner.

Where were you
Sunday night?

I asked you
a question, Mr. Bruner.

Mr. Bruner, you're going
to have to tell us

where you were on
the night of the 23rd.

23rd...

That was a Sunday.

Good.

Now that we've synchronized
our calendars,

where were you?

Here.

Anybody visit you,
Mr. Bruner?

Here?

Yes.

Here.

No.

Any phone calls?

No phone.

No TV, either.

So how'd you spend
the evening?

What do you mean?

You read a book, you
do a crossword puzzle?

No.

So you just sat here
by yourself in the dark?

Why would I sit in the dark?

You want some cheese?

Put it down.

The Gouda?

Drop it.

You know, I'd feel
a whole lot more comfortable

if we talked somewhere where
there weren't any sharp objects.

I can get you
a lawyer, Mark.

Why would
I need one... Ed?

If you had enough
to charge me,

you would have.

You didn't, so why should
we waste anyone's time?

You sound like you've
been through this before.

I got an "A"
in citizenship.

And I'm very proud of you.

You know,
I can't help but wonder,

and this may just be
the cop in me,

but I'm a little curious.

I'd really like to know

why you knocked this girl
out before you raped her?

I mean, how much fun
could that be?

Wasn't me.

I mean...

she's just laying there,
in the cab, or wherever,

almost like she's dead.

I mean, the only thing
I can think of is that...

you didn't want her to see.

See what?

Come on, man.

Both of us
have been in locker rooms.

Some dudes got it, some don't.

I mean, the girls these days,

they've been around,
some of them.

They know
the difference.

Yeah, I guess if a teenage girl
were laughing at you

it would be a whole lot easier just to
smack her first.

What?

Oh, I like you.

The guy I saw,

he must have shaved
that day.

Sorry, it's the best

we can do.

Number four,
I guess.

You sure?

Pretty sure.

Look at him a little
longer, Julie.

Four.

I'm positive.

That's
the magic word.

Read Mr. Bruner
his rights.

,

People v. Bruner, Mark P.

One count
Murder in the First Degree.

Jessica Sheets,
assigned 18B counsel

on behalf of Mr. Bruner.

How does Mr. Bruner plead?

Not guilty.

In addition to the instant
crime,

the defendant
is implicated

in a homicide
in King's County.

That's very
interesting,

but it doesn't get you to Murder
One in this state, Counselor.

We can make a case
for torture, Your Honor.

And am I glad
I'm not the one

to hear the details.

Due to the heinous
nature

of the crime, the People
request remand.

Ms. Sheets?

Defense takes
no position on bail.

Remand it is then.

Cart before
the horse, Jessica.

I won't talk plea

until we know the extent
of your client's crimes.

Bruner's DNA matched semen
found both on Sally Galan

and the girl
in Brooklyn.

And two's
not good enough for you?

Not if one of them
isn't in my jurisdiction.

We're still waiting to talk to the
Brooklyn DA about consolidation.

You know,
I don't get you people.

I'm serving up a murderer
on a platter.

Take the death penalty
off the table.

How may murderers

have you defended,
Jessica?

I don't have that many fingers.

Then it must have
crossed your mind

that Bruner's MO suggests
he might be a serial offender.

Evidence, Jack.

You need facts, not suggestions.

There was
a five year gap

between Sally Galan

and Holly Pinkston.

Bruner was on the street
all of that time.

You've got to suspect...

Add your suspicions
to his suggestions,

it makes for a great
Gothic tale, not a case.

If he tells us about
any other murders,

I'll reexamine
the death penalty.

You didn't ask
for bail, Jessica.

You must know...

I know

a lot of things.

I know I defended a father

who raped and murdered
his 11-year-old daughter.

I've defended a guy, who for
no apparent reason, walked into

a grocery store,

shot 12 innocent
people with an Uzi.

Right now,
I've got a kid

who decapitated his mom,

hung her head on a stick
outside of his church.

All the scum of the earth,
they send them my way.

I do my best for them,
but this guy...

So you're turning down my offer?

You know I have no choice.

Damn it.

All you have to do is...

I can't.

Mark Bruner scares
the socks off of me, Jack.

How am I supposed
to represent someone

that I'm scared to death
to be in the same room with?

Did he threaten you?

My motion to be relieved.

I know you have
to oppose it,

but do you really have to win?

Appointment to the 18B

assigned counsel pool comes with
its disadvantages, Ms. Sheets.

I'm aware of my
responsibilities...

You bought a ticket, now
you've got to see the show.

The People do not oppose
the motion, Your Honor.

Oh, of course you
don't oppose it.

If she walks, the only one who
gets hurt is the defendant.

I assure you that did not
influence my decision.

Ah, prosecutor
with a heart.

Mm, mm, ain't
that sweet?

If I grant her motion, all
you've got to do

is tell the jury

that Mr. Bruner's
first attorney resigned.

The big inference
they'll draw from that

is that he's guilty
and she knew it.

Ms. Sheets prior
involvement in the case

wouldn't be relevant
at trial.

So you say now.

Okay, tell me why.

I cannot represent Mr. Bruner
with the zealousness required

by the Canons
of Ethics.

Tell me why.

Counsel assured me that
defending Mr. Bruner

would in an of itself
be a violation

of the Canons.

I asked her.

For obvious reasons,
I can't be specific.

And what does your client
think of this?

I doubt
he'll oppose.

Put it in writing.

We'll let Legal Aid
sort out this mess.

They don't earn enough
to worry about ethics.

Next time, try theavgolemono.

It's best in the city.

Tim Schwimmer,
Legal Aid Society,

representing Mark Bruner.

What can I do for you,
Counselor?

It's what I'm going
to do for you.

Ena ellinikó café metrio,
sas para kaló.

I'm impressed.

Married to a Greek girl for a minute a
thousand years ago.

I'm sure Ms. Sheets told you
we're not talking deal unless...

Oh, why would I deal?

He's going to get the best defense money
can't buy.

There's an unique approach:
Legal Aid crying poverty.

The few, the proud,
the underpaid.

The always popular
motion to suppress.

I apologize in advance
for the smudges.

It was either
a laser printer

or a microwave.

The office vote was unanimous.

Kala eff Harry Stowe.

Cops screwed up, Jack.

The ID never sees
the light of day.

Sure the witness picked
my client out of a lineup.

That was only after she'd
just seen his picture.

A photo array, I presume.

Well, you'd think,
wouldn't you?

One picture does not
an array make.

It was a sketch made
by a police artist.

Damn good one.

Computer enhanced.

It was not a photographic
likeness, Your Honor.

It was good enough
to suggest to the witness.

United States v. Crew.

The Supreme Court

ruled that court ID's
are permissible

even where the witness's

recollection may
have been tainted

by viewing a photo
beforehand.

The Crews court found
another basis for that ID...

In this case, the witness
observed the defendant

at her place of work,

for several hours.

The lineup ID is based
on that observation.

Prompted by an accurate
computer likeness

of his face.

I fail to see the difference
between that and a photograph.

Neither do I.
The ID is out.

In that case,

the DNA, being the fruit
of the illegal identification...

Don't.
Don't press it, Mr. Schwimmer.

I know you.

That's my problem.

Oh, come on.

You're going to hold my
brilliant legal mind against me?

It wasn't so much
your brilliance

as Judge Karan's idiocy.

Look, I respect what
you do, Mr. Schwimmer.

It doesn't mean I
have to like you.

Wait, let me
tell you about me.

I grew up in Lakeview.

Look at a map sometime.

I'll be damned if I can find
a lake anywhere in Queens,

but that's beside the point.

City College, then on to
teaching algebra to kids

whose only interest in math

was counting the notches
on their guns.

Well, now you get to represent those kids
all grown up.

Do you think Legal Aid
was my first choice?

The problem is,
after Fordham Law at nights

Wall Street didn't exactly
open its arms.

Looked to me like you were having a grand
old time.

Hey, I don't
have to second seat anyone.

You should think about it.

I prefer my killers
behind bars, thank you.

Never thought I'd win
that motion.

Well, then, why
did you make it?

Practice.

I wish you'd saved it for
a more deserving client.

Are you kidding?

What could be a better
career boost

than a serial killer?

F. Lee Bailey
had the Boston Strangler.

I've got Mark Bruner.

Excuse me.

He's obnoxious
is what he is.

He only wants to make
a name for himself

so he can move on to
seven-figure criminals.

The job of a congressman
is to become a senator.

The job a senator
is to become president.

Everyone does what they do
for the wrong reasons.

But somehow,
the whole system works.

That's politics, not law.

Same difference.

Oh, really?
What's your secret ambition?

It wouldn't be a secret
then, would it?

Jack McCoy's office.

Yes, Mr. Schwimmer, it's me.

Because I was closer
to the phone, that's why.

Fine.

Schwimmer wants to talk
tomorrow morning with Bruner.

Here comes the plea.

F. Lee Bailey

didn't make a career for himself
cutting deals.

Even a congressman
has to listen

to his constituents.

Nothing has changed.

25 to life, two counts,
running consecutively.

And that's only if you
describe your life in detail

for the past five years.

That's absurd.
What's in it for him?

At least you
didn't say you.

She doesn't like me.

What's in it for your client
is that he doesn't die.

Everybody dies.

Most people

don't have a judge
decide when.

I'm bored.

So add a little excitement
and tell me if there were

any other girls.

Yeah. Sure.

Why not?

I'm sorry...

you'll have to be

more specific.

15, 16... who counts?

Okay, death penalty's gone?

Not yet.

The best was this

little blond.

I don't think
she was 15.

What's a mother doing letting a
kid that age out at night alone?

I want a name.

A location.

He doesn't believe me.

If you want to live, I'll need
specifics.

Where is the body you
just told us about?

Right with all the others.

And where is that?

It wasn't part of the deal.

Besides, spilling all the beans,
what fun would that be?

I'll need some kind
of confirmation.

Confirmation.

Hell, just ask my lawyer.

Shut up, Mark.

He doubts my credibility.

That's what you lawyers say,
isn't it?

Go ahead. Ask him.

And why would I believe him?

Don't.

Because he saw them, that's why.

You sure he isn't lying?

I saw his lawyer's face.

Yeah, who is that stupid
S.O.B. anyway?

Tim Schwimmer, Legal Aid.

And he isn't exactly stupid.

He listened when his client
told him

about 15 other murders?

Yes.

He confirmed that his client
was telling the truth

by taking a peek at the bodies?

Yes.

Okay, then what's
dumber than stupid?

Now, can I assume that
you told Mr. Schwimmer

this wasn't the time for heroics? Of
course.

But he takes the attorney-client
privilege seriously.

Yeah and I'm betting he
doesn't have any kids.

If all Schwimmer wants to do
is make a name for himself

he's lucky that the parents
of those missing girls

don't know what he's up to.

You know what?
His luck just ran out.

What the hell is this?

I always was partial
to alliteration.

And I'm partial
with staying alive.

Negotiations between
defense counsel

and the prosecutor's office
are supposed to be confidential.

A story like that

was bound to leak
to the press.

And I assume you did your
best to prevent that.

Assume what you want.

You know how many death
threats I've gotten?

There are parents outside
my office holding signs.

They are throwing eggs,
rocks, God knows what.

I'll prosecute them,
Mr. Schwimmer,

and then you
can represent them.

How's it go?
What goes around...

I'm in the right here.

What's right
is to let the parents

of hundreds of missing girls
know if their children

are dead or alive.

Look, what I did was
stupid, I know that,

but my hands are tied here.

You know that.

This morning was the News.

I wouldn't be shocked if
this afternoon was the Post.

Tomorrow the Times.

Have a nice day.

H-Hold on.

Look, I tried to get Bruner
to waive the privilege.

You want to try your hand at it,
be my guest.

Now, this is what I call fun.

It's not meant to be.

Well, it is.

You coming to me begging.

Oh, how I wish
you hailed my cab.

Sure, you hide behind
that mask of virtue.

Serena.

Serena...

Serena.

No, don't get him upset.

Not until we get
what we want.

I know something you don't know.

I'll promise right now in front of
your attorney

to remove the death penalty
from consideration.

Now, where have I heard
this before?

And no matter

how many counts of murder
you're convicted of

the sentences

will run concurrently.

That's 25 years, Mark.

At least, after that,
you'd be up for parole.

That's a joke.

Then just give us the names.

The parents
of a lot of missing girls

what to know if...

No. Let them suffer.

I'm going to sit in a cell
the rest of my life anyway.

Not if you don't

tell us you won't.

BRUNER
Tough guy.

Go ahead, McCoy.

You charge me
with whatever you got.

Life without, death...

you see, really, I don't care.

I'll tell you
what I'll do.

I'll confess right now.

Let's go straight to sentencing.

Any jury in their right mind
would vote

to stick a needle
in my arm.

And you know what
I'll do then?

I'm going to take every appeal required by
law and then some.

And then in 12 years time,

when you're playing shuffleboard
in Miami beach,

then, maybe,
I'll think about telling

whoever's sitting in that seat
where they can find the bodies.

You would so enjoy
seeing them, too.

Just ask him.

Mmm? All piled up

nice and neat.

Hidden behind lock and key.

They don't smell so sweet,
but they are

a beautiful sight.

Aren't they?!

Let's go.

Feel free to come back anytime.

There isn't any point.

Sure there is.

You can't take your eyes off me.

Truth is, without me,
you wouldn't

exist.

I'm the "un" you.

It makes you glad Pataki
reinstated

the death penalty.

Bruner's the poster child for eliminating
mandatory appeals.

What do you always say...

Call Van Buren.
Have Schwimmer arrested.

Excuse me?

Bruner said the bodies
were under lock and key.

That means when Schwimmer
went to look at them,

he unlocked the door

and when he left
he locked it back up.

In other words, he helped
cover up multiple felonies.

Charge him as an accomplice
to murder.

CROWD
We want justice!

You know, they're
not entirely wrong.

Timothy Schwimmer,
you're under arrest

for aiding and abetting
multiple murders.

You have the right
to remain silent.

How can you protect
that bastard?!

...You have the right
to an attorney.

I think he knows that part, Ed.

Let's go out this way.

If you cannot afford one...

15 years I've been at Legal Aid.

I got to tell you,
this is the most egregious abuse

of the prosecutor's office
I've ever seen.

Your client
covered up a crime.

He tampered
with evidence.

And let me guess--

said enumerated felonies
will all disappear

if he violates
his obligation to his client.

These are Canons, Ms. Weiss.

Show me the section
where it says

that counsel has to tiptoe
through the fruits

of his
client's labors.

He was curious.

Rap his knuckles.

But the bottom line
is one law can't force him

to do what another one
says he can't.

What your client did was

a clear violation
of the law.

He's one
of the good guys.

Now you're going
to ruin his life.

You want to talk

about ruined lives,

let's talk about the hundreds
of people

gathered outside your office as we speak.

Mr. McCoy...

Forget it, Wendy.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy,
I just can't do it.

I thought all true believers
went the way of vinyl records.

Schwimmer's just putting on a show for his
bosses.

He'll put his career into perspective soon
enough.

What career?

He works for Legal Aid,
for crying out loud.

A couple of crying
parents on the stand,

Schwimmer will fold
before our eyes.

And ethics be damned.

Exactly. I can't imagine
anyone in their right mind

going to prison
to protect Bruner.

You're awfully quiet.

I guess I'm closer
to the ivory tower than you.

We represent the people

of the State of New York,
Serena.

They want to know which 15 girls

have been tortured, raped and
murdered by Bruner.

And the point I'm
trying to make

is if you walk
into that courtroom,

you're not trying
Tim Schwimmer.

You're trying
the system.

Well, maybe it's time.

Besides, this will
never go to verdict.

How do you suppose this story
got to the papers anyhow?

Stop.

I don't want
to hear about it.

It's going on five years.

Michelle was working

at the Metropolitan Museum
after school.

She was already accepted
at Brown.

She was going to major
in art history.

What time did Michelle
usually get off work?

7:00.

She was home by 7:30, quarter
to 8:00 at the latest,

depending on how
difficult it was

to get a cab.

And the last time
you saw her?

The morning of May 16.

I had the flu.

When she left for school,

she stuck her head
in my bedroom, and...

asked if she could
pick up dinner.

But she never
got home that night?

No.

And she never called?

No.

Wrote a letter?

No.

At first we thought

she went off with friends
to Atlantic City

or someplace we wouldn't
allow her to go.

And then?

After a day,
we called the police--

Missing Persons.

And they told us
a lot of times

teenage girls leave home

for no apparent reason.

They're mad at
their parents,

their parents don't
even realize it.

Why did you come to my office,
Mrs. Goddard?

I read in the papers
that Mr...

Schwimmer

might know where
Michelle is.

You bastard!

Objection.

Michelle
might be dead.

He knows.

That's enough, Mrs. Goddard.

The law

shouldn't
protect him.

The law should protect Michelle.

Approach, Your Honor.

I just want to bury my baby.

That's Mr. McCoy's
fifth witness

and we still don't
have one stitch

of incriminating evidence.

The jury should
see the effect

of Mr. Schwimmer's
criminal activity.

Which is impossible
unless we know for sure

the witness's daughters are,
in fact, Mr. Bruner's victims.

Which is impossible as long
as the defendant chooses

to keep his mouth shut.

Sorry, Mr. McCoy, you've rung

the emotion bell along enough.

Now try ringing
the evidentiary one.

We don't get
to choose our cases.

Call comes in from the court,
your name is up,

it's your case.

So you've handled murder cases
before?

No, this was my first.

Before that I was in
the property damage pool.

Graffiti.

That must have
prepared you

for a multiple
homicide defense.

I thought it did.

I thought the law
is the law,

a trial's a trial.

But it's not?

Dealing with
life and death, no.

It's not.

So when you were doing
property damage cases

did you go out

to the scene of a crime?

No. The photos were typically sufficient
to mount a defense.

Then what in the world...?

I wish I knew.

I have been beating
myself up ever since.

When Bruner first told me
about the bodies

I couldn't believe
one man could...

I thought in order to be able
to negotiate an equitable deal

I should confirm his story.

Did you knowingly violate any
statute

of the State of New York?

Of course not.

More than anything,

I'd love to be able
to tell the prosecutors,

the parents,
what I know.

But if I did,

I would be violating
my obligations as an attorney.

And you take those obligations
seriously, do you?

Of course.

And that's why
you never mentioned

the 15 or 16 other bodies

until after Mr. Bruner
told us about them?

I was bound not to.

But... the fact is,

he told us about them.

That's right,

he told you they existed,
not where or who they are.

If I disclose that,
I would be in violation of...

The Canons of Ethics,
I know, I know.

You are aware
that Mr. Bruner

has already confessed
to two murders, aren't you?

Of course.

And he has
already

been sentenced to die

by lethal injection,
isn't that correct?

Yes.

So...

who is it going to hurt?

Certainly not Mr. Bruner.

Not the families
of the missing girls.

Not me.

Not the judge
or the jury.

That leaves only
one person,

Mr. Schwimmer... you.

You're wrong!

Look, under the circumstances,
it might sound ridiculous,

but if I disclose what I know,
we all get hurt.

This whole thing,
this entire legal system

only works
as well as it does

because
I'm doing what I'm doing.

This is exactly why the people
of New York pay my salary.

Now they'd like to put me
in prison for it.

Somehow, Mr. Schwimmer, I think
the people would overlook

your legal
indiscretions

if you told them what
they wanted to know.

The clerk said the jury will be
back in ten minutes.

They've got to finish lunch,
don't they?

Is this really
what you want?

Mr. Schwimmer.

Nothing to talk
about, Mr. McCoy.

It's okay.

Give us
a minute.

I can't talk
to you

without your
attorney present.

I'll tell you what,
I'll waive that obligation.

You have to know,
you lost

as soon as the first crying
mother took the stand.

I only went
to law school nights,

but I did learn the basics.

If you could just
give us something... anything.

And if pigs could fly...

Back in Lakeview, I loved
to go to the movies.

Sit there all afternoon with
this enormous box of Jujyfruits.

First I'd pick out
the red ones,

then the yellow, green...

the blacks I'd give
to my buddy, Mel.

Unfortunately, I don't have
that luxury now.

I can't pick and choose
the rules I want to follow

and when to follow them.

If you helped us,

I doubt that any bar association
in the country

would even consider
disbarring you.

Shame on them.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant
Timothy Schwimmer

guilty on all counts.

I guess I misread him
from the beginning.

I'm going to go home
and get out my vinyl records.

A week in Attica,
he'll talk.

I doubt it.

We put the system
on trial. We lost.

Knock on wood.