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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented
by two separate

yet equally important groups.

The police
who investigate crime

and the District Attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Just think what a disaster
it'd be if the Cubs

ever won the series.

You mean for the fans?
What would they talk about?

The whole Cub culture's
based on failure.

Like the Red Sox.
Yeah, but look
at the success

they've had
last couple of years.

Winning the wild card.
They're flirting
with disaster.

Well, now that Boston's actually
won the whole enchilada--

Catastrophe.
Huge.

Beantown implodes--
Watch out.

Looks like everybody
came out for this one.

Keep this area clean

and try and remember
it's a crime scene, okay?

Shot once in the left
love handle.

Is he a likely?

He was still running
his mouth pretty good

when they took him away
in the bus.

While he was shooting
his mouth off,

did he happen to mention
who shot him?

On that point
he was not forthcoming.

Witnesses?
Those two over there.

Said he fell
or was dumped

out of the back
of a black Lincoln Town Car.

A car service?

Maybe,
but we got no plate number.

Well, do we at least
have a name on the victim?

You're gonna love this.
Kristoff.

Is that a first name
or a last name?

An only.

Kristoff, the shock jock.

Kristoff from
the Ministers of Justice.

You ever listen to his show?

Nah, you?
You couldn't pay me.

Too bad he's not likely,
know what I'm saying?

I'd love to see homicide
catch this case.

I guess
he don't like Kristoff.

Ministers of Justice,
the Subway Vigilantes?

The ones with the hats?

Yeah, you remember them?

Yeah, they had a branch
in Chicago.

Pains in the asses,
always gettin' in the way

of the real police.

Some people thought
they were angels.

Yeah,
angels with dirty records.

Guy has his own talk show?

Now he gets paid
to shoot his mouth off.

Yeah, looks like somebody
finally shot back.

They already patched him up.

And they're gonna send
him home tomorrow.

Go talk to him,
see if he's got any idea

who might have done this.

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
but why?

Unless this guy dies and it
doesn't look like he's gonna,

don't we send this one
back to the squad?

Not yet,
he's got a history of this.

Okay, a history of what?
Am I missing something here?

That's right, back in the day
he staged an attack on himself

as a publicity stunt.

He had himself shot
as a publicity stunt?

Jumped,
happened a couple of times.

This was, like,
before I was on.

Like 15, 20 years ago

in the height of
the Ministers of Justice craze.

They were on the news
every single day.

Kristoff was on the news
every single day.

Yeah, fighting crime
in the subways.

"Protecting the public
because the police couldn't."

Made us look bad.

And of course, there was always
a cameraman on the scene,

and it always ended up
on the 10 o'clock news.

So Kristoff had himself mugged
and the muggings were staged.

We all thought so.

Well, a mugging is one thing,
but even for a publicity whore,

you'd have to be
pretty desperate

to have somebody shoot
a hole through you.

Agreed, that's why I want
you guys to investigate this

like it's a genuine
attempted murder.

And if it's not--
Put a stop to it.

All right.
All right.

Detective Green,
Detective Fontana,

we're here to talk
to Kristoff.

Uh, he's in the Day Room
having a press conference.

Press conference?

Thank you.

Nothing like a speedy
recovery, right?
I guess.

Kristoff.
Kristoff.

All right, listen, listen.

I've been walking the walk

and talking the tak
in this town for two decade.

If they think they're gonna
back me down now,

they don't know Kristoff.

Who's the "they"
you're talking about Kristoff?

Who shot yo?
Back down from who?
The Mob?

You listen to my show.

You know who I've been
ragging on recently.

Michael Ruffino.

The Zircon Don himself.

Police have any suspects?

Not yet.

But we're working on it.

So if you'll excuse us,
ladies and gentlemen,

we have a shooting
to investigate.

Thank you very much.
Have a nice day.

Excuse me.

Please excuse us, ma'am.

That's my wife Liz.

We'd like to talk to Kristoff
alone, if you don't mind.

It's okay, honey.

I'll be right outside
if you need me.

Was it something we said?

She doesn't like cops.

Oh, really?

We heard it runs in the family.

I get the feeling
the feeling is mutual.

But while you're here--

Yeah, since we're here,

why don't you tell us
what went down.

Why don't you buy
me a cup of coffee?

Sure.

I finished my show.

I jump in the car to go home.
Everything's like normal, right?

Then the guy riding shotgun
turns around,

pulls out a piece,
points it right at me.

I nearly brown-dotted
my Bermudas.

There were two guys
in the front seat?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The second one said
he was a limo trainee.

So what'd you do?

I dropped my cell phone
and grabbed the gun.

Damn, that's pretty gutsy.

Let me tell ya, if I hadn't,
we'd be down at the morgue

and you'd be doing
all the talking, I guarantee.

Can you describe these guys?

White. They're heavyset.
You know, mugs.

The driver guy had a scar
behind his right ear.

A jag, kinda like a blade makes.

You mentioned Michael Ruffino.

Now what would the last big
Mob boss wanna hit you for?

'Cause I tell it
like it is on my show,

and frankly, he can't
handle the truth.

Which is what?

That he's a heavyweigt
drug deale.

Scum of the Earth.

Not fit to breathe
other people's air.

Well, did Ruffino ever
threaten you directly?

He tried to have his punk kid
come around the studio

to brace me one time
while I was doing the show.

Michael Jr.?

Mm.

What'd he say?

He said, "you better
watch your mouth

if you know
what's good for you."

I said, "hey, Mikey,
you're on the air.

You wanna take some calls?"

Sent him home to daddy with
his tail between his legs.

Well, is there anybody else
beside Ruffino

that we should be looking at?

I rubbed a lot of important
people the wrong way

over the years.

Okay, so let's start with
the name of that limo company.

We usually pick him up
every afternoon

and drive him home.

It varies, any time between
2:00 and 6:00.

Someone from the studio
gives us a call

when he's good to go.

What time were you supposed to
pick him up the day he got shot?

Uh...3:15.

So what happened that day?
Why didn't you pick him up?

Somebody called back at 3:20,
cancelled the ride.

Who?

Doesn't say.
"Something came up.

Client to make
other arrangements."

Okay, thanks a lot.

Yeah, I called
the limo service that day.

Told 'em Kristoff
was ready to roll.

But I didn't cancel it.

Any idea who did?

You mean, who set him up
to get shot?

No, sorry.

Do you think
the shooting was legit?

I think Kristoff would do
just about anything

to get his name in the papers,
promote his show.

Kristoff said that
there were two big white dudes

in a black Lincoln Town Car.

Whitestone mighta seen him.

He and Kristoff walked up
outta here together.

Wait, Whiteston?

Yup, Jarret Whitestone.

Jarret Whitestone
the martial arts dude?

The Lethal Muscle man himself.

Lethal Muscle,

I saw that movie.
It was a stinker.

The man done lost it.

He was Kristoff's guest
on the show that day.

The two of them were on a roll

ripping and riffing
the whole hour.

Who were they ripping
and riffing on?

Michael Ruffino mostly.

They tore him a new one.

We send out a "find list"
message on the driver,

the shooter, and
the banged-up Lincoln Town Car.

We wanna talk to Whitestone
so he can give us

a better description
of the two guys,

but his PR person keeps
giving us the run-around.

Well, what you got
so far?

Well, he coulda set it up.

There's minimal tissue damage
through and through a wound.

So it was probably
a full jacket.

Well, a hollow point
woulda stayed in the body.

On the other hand,
he's not the most popular guy

in New York City either.

Loudmouth obnoxious shock jock,
what's not to like?

Well, he's definitely
back in the news.

He was in the tabloids
again this morning.

Yeah, I saw it.

Look, before you talk
to Ruffino and Whitestone

see if you can find any of
Kristoff's old running buddies.

Maybe they have a line
on what went down the other day.

Us and C, we ran together--what?
Eight, nine years?

Yeah, first it felt good.

Like we were doing some good.

Giving people
without some hope.

Getting kids protecting
the community

instead of ripping it off.

So what changed?

Kristoff changed.

He started getting
a big head.

Yeah, all he wanted to see
was his name in the papers

and his face on the news?

You're talking about
the muggings?

Those were a set-up, man.

We were trying to get some
publicity for the Ministers.

His idea, Kristoff's.

But you all were in on it?

Oh, yes, start to finish.

I broke his nose
the first time.

Man, was he pissed.

"Why'd you have
to hit me so hard?"

I thought he was gonna cry.

So when we heard
he got shot...

We figured he did it
to get back in the limelight.

See, Kristoff--

He wants to take
his show national,

like that Rush Limbaugh.
All he talks about.

Well, a mugging is one thing
but a shooting...

I could see it.
Flesh wound?

Only someboy

who's never been shot
can talk about a flesh wound

like it's no big deal,
which it definitely is

when it's your flesh.

Yeah, well, see,
you're a cop.

You know about these things.

But Kristoff?
What does he know?

All he knows is what he got
off TV and the movies and stuff.

The whole Ministers
of Justice thing,

that was straight
out of the comic books.

Hey, those muggings
were on the square, man.

I got beat. I got the scars
to prove it, all right?

The Gonzalez brothers,
they say that you staged

those muggings for publicity.

Sour grapes.
Kristoff made it, they didn't.

Oh, come on,

you take a bullet
at close range

and all you lose is some fat
on one of your love handles?

What is that all about anyway?

I think it's a little
homemade liposuction, myself.

He got shot for God's sake.

You've always
had it in for him.

Since the day he started
the Ministers of Justice.

It's all right,
it's all right, honey.

Next time they try and I'm dead,
then they'll believe me.

The day you got shot,

you left the studio
and went straight to your car.

That's right.

Now your assistant said you were
walking with Jarret Whitestone.

He was a guest
on my show that day.

We're gonna wanna
talk to him.

Good, talk to him.

Who do you want me
to make it out to?

How 'bout to all the boys
down at the homicide unit?

I never killed anyone.

Except on film,
of course.

Hey, you were at Kristoff's
studio the day he got shot.

I do his show now and then.

A local talk show?

Big shot movie star
such as yourself?

I may be local, but believe me,
people talk about it

the next day.

Did you see the two dudes
that picked him up?

A couple of palookas
in suits.

They didn't ask you
for your autograph?

Trust me,
these guys not star struck.

All they do is drive celebrities
all day long.

It's unbelievable.

We heard you and Kristoff
were raking Michael Ruffino

over the coals.

Ah, Ruffino was Kristoff's
hobby horse.

I didn't go there.

We have to make sure
we ask Ruffino

if he caught
the show that day.

No need to mention my name.

You're not worried,
are you?

I mean, you can always pull
one of those really groovy

kung-fu moves that you use
in the pictures.

Yeah, that's gonna go over
real well Ruffino's soldiers

with them semi-automatics.

I love your work, man.

Mr. Ruffino.

Don't bother, gentlemen.
No need.

I can spot New York's finest
a mile away.

Take a shower.

What can I do for you?

Yeah, we need to talk
to you about Kristoff.

Yeah, I heard he was
spreading it around

that I had something
to do with that mess.

Well, did you?

Huh, please.
What do I care about him?

We heard he was busting
your onions pretty good

on that radio show of his.

You know,
I listen to Howard Stern.

What about your son?

Kristoff told us he came
by the studio one day.

You know, Mikey Jr.
he took offense

to something the jerk
said about me.

I told him forget about it.

Yeah?
We still need to talk to him.

Knock yourself out.
He lives in Miami.

I'll give you his number, huh?

Look...

if I wanted that fat little
mozzarella off the air,

you really think
I would arrange something

as half-ass as
went down the other day?

Did ya?

Man, I hate to admit it,
but the old man's right.

It ain't really his style.

No, if Michael Ruffino's
on him,

he's had a history
of just disappearing

off the face of the Earth.

Although, if you can get
DNA from skyscrapers,

I'm sure you can find
a few of them in Midtown

and mixed in
with a little concrete.

Hello?

Yeah?

Okay, we'll check it out.

Speaking of the Mob,
we got a shooting

at a Mob pizzeria.

Why call us?

The detective on the scene
heard our finest message.

The victim's got a jagged scar
behind his right ear.

Could it be this little bastard
is telling us the truth?

Frank Turno.

He's the owner?

Yeah, not that he ever
twirled any dough.

He's a made guy,
member of the Ruffino family.

What happened here?

Witnesses say a couple
of white guys walked in,

ordered a calzone,
then told everybody to freeze.

Double tapped Frankie twice
on the back of the head.

'Scuse m.

See that scar.

That could definitely
be Kristoff's driver.

That doesn't necessarily mean
that this is connected to that,

does it?

But if it is and this is payback
for Turno and his friend

messing up
the Kristoff job--

No more waiting
for the other shoe to drop.

Exactly.

Looks like
one of those days.

Now what?
Same M.O., Downtown,
by the University.

That noise you hear,
by the way, is the other shoe.

We'll meet you down there.
All right, man

popped him twice,
jumped in a waiting car.

We got a make and a model
on the car?

And a plate number.

Oh, rock on.
Good work, bro.

Great work.

Car's stolen,
plates are stolen.

It's being stripped
for parts in a chop shop

in the Bronx as we speak.

No doubt.
What'd you find out, bro?

Victim's name
is Angelo Simonetti.

I called my ex-partne,
works organized crim.

Said Simonetti
is not a made guy,

but he is a known
Ruffino associate.

He doesn't look like
an outfit guy to me.

Guess Kristoff
was telling the truth.

They were trying to whack him,
they blew it.

Now Ruffino's cleaning house.

I've known
plenty of mobsters

and I haven't met one yet
who carried around

a copy of a History
of Western Civilization

in a backpack no less.

The phone call
to the car service

that canceled
Kristoff's pick-up

was made from a pay phone
on Elizabeth Street.

Hey, that's not so far
from the Ruffino Social.

We also got the number
of the woman

who called Kristoff's cell
just before he was shot.

You figure
she was part of the set-up.

Well, she may have been
a distraction or a signal.

Anyway, her name's Tina Reese.

She owns a gallery.

Okay.

I don't know Kristoff.

You called him on his cell.

You were talking to him
when he got shot.

Look, Miss Reese,
if you're having an affair

with Kristoff,
that's your business.

All we're looking for
is any help that we can get

on who shot him.

I'm not having an affair.

I must have...
dialed the wrong number.

Okay, Tina, sto.

Come here.

Now over the last month,
you dialed the same wrong number

36 times, so you have been
talking to Kristoff at length.

And he's called you
numerous times also.

Now I can understand
you wanting to be discreet.

He's a married man and all.

It's--it's not his wife
I'm worried about.

It's my boyfriend.

Well, who's your boyfriend?

Man, of all the women
in New York City

you coulda stepped out
on your wife with,

you chose
a Mob boss' mistress?

Look, I met her first.

About eight years ago
at her gallery.

I feel for her hard, man.

We've been seenin' each other
off and on ever since.

Must have thrilled
your wife to no end.

She thinks it ended
a few years ago.

You know Tina
was seeing Ruffino too, right?

I didn't like it,
but I was in no position

to tell her what to do.

Does he know about you?

I don't think so.
Wait a minute.

You don't think that's why
he mighta tried to bump me off,

do you?

Hmm, let me take a guess.

Yeah, it's a thought.

No way.
She would never do that.

This is about what I said about
him on my radio show, all right?

All right.

Anyway, take a look at this.

That's the driver.

You sure?

You kidding me?

Where you gonna see a scar
like that? Who is he?

That's Frank Turno.
He's one of Ruffino's soldiers.

Ruffino's soldier.

They put two in his cop.

Why?

I'm just spit-balling here,
but I'm thinking

maybe it's because they botched
the job on you.

Look at this one.

Oh, sorry.

He's not the shooter?

The guy who shot me
was bigger, older, fatter.

This guy, I never
laid eyes on before.

Well then,
who the hell is this?

Angelo was a good boy.

Everybody liked him.

He was kind, thoughtful.

My Angelo had a head for books.

He was gonna make
something of himself.

Mrs. Simonett,
we're very sorr.

And I don't mean any disrespect
by this, but, um...

Say what you have to say.

We have some information
that your son Angelo

was somehow involved
with that Ruffino crime family.

So that's what this is about.

I was afraid of this.

As soon as I heard.

So you know something
about this, ma'am?

They shot the wrong Angelo!

His older second cousin
is the one they were after.

His name
is Angelo Simonetti also.

He runs with the Ruffinos.

He's the gangster.

Not my Angelo.

Mrs. Simonetti...

do you know where this other
Angelo Simonetti lives?

Oh no.

Sorry, no.

Excuse me, ma'am.

If you don't mind me asking,

where'd you get this photo?

Oh, his Uncle Carlo
gave it to him.

Angelo loved that man's movies.

Uncle Carlo?

Carlo Tresca.

He's a producer.

He and Mr. Whitestone
did a movie together.

The Mob produced
Whitestone's last picture.

Uh-huh, Pinochle Pictures
owned by Carlo Tresca.

One of Michael Ruffino's
capos.

So was Whitestone aware
of who he was in business with?

Well, he had to be.

His telephone records indicate
hundreds of calls to Tresca

and other Ruffino associates
during the last year.

There's one more call to that
Elizabeth Street pay phone

the day that Kristoff got shot.

The one where the car service
was cancelled.

Mm-hmm, the timeline works too.

The studio called
the car service.

And then, Whitestone called
the pay phone.

After they hung up,
somebody from the pay phone

calls the car service,
cancels Kristoff's ride.

And then, they tried
to cancel Kristoff.

So they were smart enough
to use the pay phone,

but Whitestone uses
his own cell?

He's an actor.

Well, Mr. Whitestone's got
some explaining to do.

The Ruffinos financed
the picture.

The movie tanked,
I owed them money.

A lot more than I could
ever pay back.

So what did Tresca ask you
to do to repay the debt?

Get close to Kristoff.

Fill him in on his comings
and goings.

So then on that day,

I called Turno at the pay phone.

Turno cancelled his car
and picked Kristoff up himself.

You knew what he was gonna do?

I had an idea.

Did Turno tell you why
he wanted him hurt?

He was sleeping with
Michael Ruffino's mistress.

Oh, so you knew that too.

Everybody knew.

Worst kept secret in New York.

Page Six.

"What New York radio personality

is seeing which
Goodfellas girlfriend?"

Who ordered the hit?

Had to be Ruffino.

Come on, things like that
don't happen

without the boss signing
off on 'em.

Mr. Whitestone, I hope you got
a whole lotta scripts to read

because you're looking
at some serious jail time.

You think so, huh?

Think of it as research
for your next part.

Only if I were you,

I wouldn't write
any roles for women.

What now?

Mike Ruffino,
you're under arrest

for attempted murder.

For whom?

Whom?
Kristoff, that's whom.

I had nothing to do
with that.

I'll make bail before
yous get home tonight.

Well, don't sleep too easy

'cause we're still looking
at you for the murders

of Angelo Simonetti
and Frank Turno.

You know those knuckleheads
you hired

killed the wrong
Angelo Simonetti.
What?

Yeah, now you're gonna have to
hire some more to fix that one.

Just can't find good help
these days, can you Mikey boy?

Conspiracy to commit murder,
Your Honor.

Ple?

Mr. Ruffino enters
the plea of not guilty

and requests bail,
Your Honor.

The People seek remand,
Your Honor.

Mr. Ruffino has dul
citizenship with Itay

and the resourcs
not only to fle,

but to finish off what he
started with Mr. Kristoff.

Mr. Ruffino had absolutely
nothing to do whatsoever

with shooting Kristoff.

He's a Mob boss.

Alleged.

Who's currently under
investigation

for two murders
related to this case.

Charge him with an actul

murder or two, Miss Southerlyn,
then I'll be happy to remand.

You got your bail, Counselor,
but it's gonna cost you.

A million bucks.

Your Honor, that's no deterrent
to flight.

What about house arrest
or an electronic bracelet?

That's a little extreme,
Miss Southerlyn.

How 'bout Mr. Ruffino
surrenders his passport?

Both of them.

You weren't gonna get remand
on a conspiracy charge.

Well, I had to try.

At least I got
his passports pulled.

You got time for lunch?

No, I'm actually on my way

to prep Jarret Whitestone
for trial.

Remind him that
part of his plea agreement

is that he be forthcoming
about all his dealings

with the Ruffinos.

You don't trust him?

Gone?
What do you mean gone?

Left this morning.

Said he had a movie
to shoot overseas.

Gone for a few months.
Would I hold the mail?

Where overseas?

Asia somewhere.
Thailand.

Or maybe it was Taiwan.

I Googled him.

According to the trade papers,
he's making a movie

about Tibetan Buddhism
in Mongolia.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but Whitestone

is the link that connects
the victim to Ruffino.

Yes, he's the one who placed
the call to Turno

to set Kristoff up.

Turno being the dead driver

who botchd
the Kristoff jo?

And a known Ruffino
associate.

And the whereabouts
of this other mobster?

The one who shot Kristoff.

Angelo Simonetti.
He's disappeared.

We don't know if he's in hiding
or if he's dead.

Will Miss Reese testify?

Against Ruffino--?

Branch.

I don't need her
to testify against Ruffino.

If she talks about
how wonderful he is

and how long they've been
seeing each other--

She makes our case for us.

Michael Ruffino,
found out that Kristoff

was having an affair with her
and tried to eliminate him.

But what if she won't
cooperate?

Well, you don't need
to worry

about Tina Reese's testimony
anymore.

Who found her?

Her assistant about
nine this morning.

Cause of the death?

Plastic bag over her head.

Empty bottles of pills,
couple shots of bourbon.

Hmm, that'll do it.

She leave a note?

Still in the printer.

Hey, this morning
was the door locked or unlocked?

According to the assistant,
locked.

How 'bout the victim's keys?

In her purse.

Oh, sounds open
and shut to me.

Picture perfect,
see for yourselves.

Wow.
What do we got here?

Well, I'll tell you
what it looks like.

It looks like she dissolved most
of a bottle of tranquilizers

in a glass of bourbon,
chugged it,

put a bag over her head,
suffocate herself to death.

Well, you're right.
That's what it looks like.

Well, we won't know for certain

'till we get her on the table,
run a tox screen, etc, etc.

Here's the note.

Let's see...

"I don't deserve to live.

"I hurt the only man
who ever truly loved me

I'm sorry, Tina."

Anything here

that says this isn't a suicide.

Well, a bruise
on her forehead.

But that's consistent
with passing out,

hitting her head
on the desk.

You get a time of death?

Between rigor, lividity
and body temp,

I'd say about 9 o'clock
last night.

Thank you.
All right, thanks.

We're not gonna find anyone
else's prints on that note.

Like the man said,
picture perfect.

You don't believe that,
do ya?

Oh, hell no.

Neither do I.

I met her at the gallery
about five years ago.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Jesus, last weekend
we had dinner.

What'd you talk about?

I don't know.

Stuff, this and that.

How could you remembe?

You have a fight?

Nah, nah, hardly.

After dinner, I took off.

Her assistant said that you two
were having some problems.

No, no, never, never.
That's news to me.

Oh the other hand,
you know broads.

They get mad at you
half the time.

You're the last to know.
I mean, she was always

breaking up with m.

Why?

I knew I would never
leave my wife.

Just for the record,

where were you last night?

I had dinner at Chantallo with
Shirley and another couple.

The whole evening.

I thought this was a suicide.

Well, it's an apparent suicide.

There's nothing official yet.

Not until we say it's official.

You don't like me
for this do you?

I don't like you period.

But for this?

You tell me.

Who else should we like?

I don't know.
I really don't.

Do you think she could have
done this to herself?

No, I never would have
thought so, no.

Hey.

You knew she was seeing
Kristoff too?

That's a lie.

Uh-huh, same time you were.
Ciao.

I'm telling you,

I thought the guy was gonna
have an aneurysm.

If he already knew
about Kristoff and Tina,

he's a pretty good actor.

Look, I'm not jumping
to any conclusions.

But I'm not buying his act
right off the rack either.

Ladies?
Detectives.

Hey, Miss Southerlyn, Doctor.

What do we got?

Miss Reese had enough
valium in her system,

combined with the alcohol

to kill her.

Certainly would have
rendered her unconscious.

So what was the cause
of death?

Suffocation.

Before the pills and alcohol
could take full effect.

You mean, it was suicide?

The bruise on her forehead.

As you might expect,
she has a corresponding injury

to her frontal lobe.

So she passed out,
fell forward and hit her head.

No, her head was thrown
forward into the desk.

How do you know that?

The brain bounced
inside the skull

and left a corresponding injury
to the occipital lobe.

It's what we call
a contrecoup injury.

Somebody comes up from behind,
grabs her by the hair...

Bang, the light goes out.

And then, somebody pours
a booze and pill cocktail

down her throat.

I'm calling it a homicide.

I think that's a very good call.

Ruffino's the only one who can
benefit from her death.

I hate these Mob cases.

Collateral damage

like Tina Reese
and the young Simonetti.

If we can put Ruffino away,

he's just about
the last Don standing.

Maybe we're worried about
the wrong missing witness.

Forget Jarret Whitestone.

The man who shot Kristoff,
the right Angelo Simonetti is

still out
there someplace.

Assuming he's not in that
Mob graveyard over in Queens.

You know, I think the only
person we haven't interviewed

about Angelo Simonetti yet
is his grandmother

in Bay Ridge.

Have Fontana and Green
check it out.

Do I need to translate
that for ya?

No, I think I caught
the gist of that.

Tell her that it'd be better
if we found her grandson first

before Ruffino does.

Ruffino--

Don Ruffino, si.

And don't think for one second
that I buy into this

"I don't speak English routine."

Excuse me, ma'am, but who do you
know in Washington Heights?

No offense, Grandma,
but I'm sure you ain't

got a whole lot
of Dominican friends.

Look at that name
and that zip code.

Yeah, and how 'bout that?
No return address.

Warrant.

She know that word, don't she?

Yeah, and here's two more.
No problem.

Because I'm staying right here
while my friend

goes and gets a warrant.

Just in case you get the urge
to talk to your grandson, huh.

Un espresso e de biscotti,
per bruschetta.

Yeah? Who is it?

Angelo Simonetti?

What do you want?

NYPD open the door.

Show me your badge.

Okay, I'm coming out.

Nice and easy, Angelo,
with your hands up.

I'm gonna open the door now.
Don't shoot.

I ain't armed.

We've been wanting
to talk to you, Angelo.

Pleasure will be mine.

Thank God you're cops.

For a minute there,
I thought I was a dead man.

Come on, let's go.

kill my little cousin
instead?

You want us to help you
put Ruffino away?

What are you looking for?

Full immunity and protection.

Your client shot Kristoff.
He's got to plead to something.

Assault, second degre.

He gets probation.
You get Michael Ruffino.

I'll talk to the U.S. Attorney
about Witness Protection.

Frankie Turno and I were
supposed to take out Kristoff.

What went wrong?

What didn't?

Kristoff was on his cell
totally distracted.

I pulled my piece,
I turned around to plug him.

Just at that moment,
Frank hits a pothole,

my first shot
goes into the roof.

So that's when Kristoff
grabbed the gun.

Yeah.

We wrestle around.
I fire a few more times.

I hit him once.

Frankie slams
into some parked cars.

The door flies open.

Kristoff falls out.
Complete fiasco.

Who wanted him hit?

Don Ruffino.

He found out Tina was stepping
out on him with Kristoff.

He told you that?

Nah, he never tells nobody
nothing directly.

I got my marching orders
from Turno

who got his from Mikey Jr.

Turno's dead.

There's no way to tie

Michael Ruffino Jr.
to the conspiracy.

Mr. Ruffino didn't get to be
such a ripe old age

by being stupid.

So Michael Ruffino Jr.
told Frank Turno

to tell you
to kill Mr. Kristoff?

Do I have that right?

Yeah.

Not my client--Mr. Ruffino.

That's correct.

Did Mr. Turno say he got
the orders from my client?

He didn't have to.
We knew where they came from.

But you never gt
the allege ordes

from Mr. Ruffino himsel?

That's what I've been saying.

N.

Did Mr. Ruffino ever express
to you personally

at any time that he wanted
to see Mr. Kristoff shot

or injured in anyway?

No.

You shot Kristoff
at close range.

Pretty close, yeah.

It was deafening.

You tried your best
to kill him.

It didn't work out.

Yet you aren't charged with
attempted murder, were you?

N.

What were you charged with,
Mr. Simonetti?

Assault.
In the second degree.

A Class-D Felon.

Isn't that right?

I gues.

So, Mr. Simonetti...

you were able to plea it out
to a Class-D Felony

in exchange for your testimony
against my client.

Insinuate all you want,
but I ain't lying.

Of course you're not.

What reasn
would you have to li?

I, uh...I tried
to fight the guy off.

And the next thing I know,
I'm in the hospital.

Angelo Simonetti
has testified that he shot you.

Did you meet with
detectives after his arrest?

They did a lineup.

And did you identify hm
then as the man who shot yo?

I said he was the guy.

I thought about it,

and you know,
now I'm not so sure.

Not sure?

Yeah, I thought about it..

and, uh--

I think I might have jumped
to a conclusion.

You also identified

the late Frank Turno
as the driver

from a photo array.

Like I said, I had some time
to think about it.

And I thought about it--

I think the driver mighta
been a different guy.

In the past,
you positively identified

Frank Turno as the driver,

and Angelo Simonetti
as the shooter.

Was your memory better thn

or is it clearer
now that time has passed?

Like I said...

I think I made a mistake.

Did Mr. Ruffino
or one of his associates

threaten you to chane
your testimon?

Objection.

Sustaine.

Make sure you have
a good faith basis

for your questions, Mr. McCoy.

Would a pattern of witness
intimidation and elimination

be enough of a basi?

Objection.

Your Honor, this witness
has clearly been compromised.

Unless you have evidence
to support that allegation,

I suggest you move on,
Counselor.

So where are we
on the Kristoff case?

Did you see the news?

Satellite radio has picked up
Kristoff's show.

He's going national.

You think the Mob
arranged that somehow?

I think it's possible
somebody called in a favor.

Or someone scared him
or bought him off.

I don't think we can win
with the witnesses we have.

Well, we can't get
to Michael Ruffino Jr.

who wouldn't testify
against his father anyway.

And if Kristoff won't identify
Simonetti and Turno

as the guys who attacked him--

We may need Jarret Whitestone
after all.

And why would he come back
to testify?

I doubt that he wants to make
movies in Mongolia

for the rest of his life.

We can offer him immunity
and protection from the Mob

if he cooperates.

It's all well and good, but
how do you intend to find him?

That's easy, call his agent.

Ask for a continuance.

Just for the record, I wasn't
making a movie in Mongolia.

I was meditating
in a Monastery.

We'll alert the media.

He'll testify to everything
that he knows.

But he'll need immunity
and protection, God knows.

As long as he allocutes
to his role.

So what moe

can you tell us
about the conspiracy

on Mr. Kristoff's life?

I've already told you
everything I know about that.

But I can tell you
who killed Tina Reese.

Ruffino knew that

Tina was cheating on him.

He said he could make
it look like a suicide.

He said that?

He had this book

from the Hemlock Society.

Tells you how to off yourself
using pills and booze

and a plastic bag.

The head of a crime family
confided in you?

He liked me.
He trusted me.

That's what he told me.

Hand to God.

That actor is a lying
rat bastard.

I never touched Tina.
I loved her, McCoy!

So you couldn't nail
my client for one crime,

so you charged him
with another.

You knew Tina Reese was having
an affair with Kristoff.

Not 'til after she was dead.

You feared she'd be
a damaging witness in

your conspiracy trial.

She woulda never said a word
that would have hurt me.

If you didn't know
they were having an affair,

why'd you put the contract
out on Kristoff?

Because I was sick of the trash
he was talking about me

on that crummy radio show.

He called me a drug dealer.

You are a drug dealer.

Hey, hey!
Easy.

It was not his business to put
my business in the street.

I'm afraid I don't believe you,
Mr. Ruffino.

There was no sign
of forced entry

at Tina Reese's gallery.

So she must have known
her assailant or let him in.

I loved that girl.

With all my heart.

Unless, of course,
he had a key.

What's that supposed to be?

The key to the front dor
of Tina Reese's galler.

Found in a searh
of your country houe

in the Catskill.

You got it all figured out,
huh?

People can show
through witness testimony

that the defendant
was angry at the victim.

That he intended to make
her murder look like a suicide.

And that this is consistent
with his history of violence.

Isn't Mr. Ruffino
currently being tried

on a conspiracy charge?

The People have dismissed
that case.

And now your client
wants to plead to the homicide.

An Alford Plea,
yes, Your Honor.

He won't admit guilt?

No, Your Hono.

Unusua.

What difference dos
an Alford Pla

make to a mobster?

The People are willing
to take an Alford Plea

on a murder charge?

The People are best served
with Mr. Ruffino in prison.

Prosecution doesn't care
about his allocution.

If all parties are agreed,
I won't disrupt the plea.

Put it on the record, Counselor.

My client has asked to make
the statement, Your Honor.

Go ahead, Mr. Ruffin.

I'm aware the D.A.'s office
has certain evidence

that was used to try to prove
that I killed Tina Reese.

Now I know this evidence
is strong enough to convict me,

will result in more
severe punishment

if I go to trial, so...

I'll take this plea...

without admitting guilt.

All I wanna say...

I loved Tina Reese.

I loved Tina Reese.

That's it.

The plea is accepte.

On the date of sentence,

the Defendant will be
transferred

to Ossining Prison

where he will serve
a sentence of 20 years

without possibility of parole.

Congratulations, Counselor.

You got me for the one
I didn't commit.

You're still here.

I just got off the phone
with the State Police.

Michael Ruffino Jr.
was cited for speeding

on the thruway near Newburg...

the night Tina Reese
was murdered.

I don't understand.

He was on his way to his
father's house in Green County.

I also called the airlines.

He flew up from Florida
that morning.

He killed Tina?

The Old Man noticed
as soon as he saw the key.

So he took the plea
to protect his son?

And that's why he insisted
on the Alford Plea.

He was willing
to take the weight.

He couldn't bring himself
to say that he did it.

That's love.

Every which way
you look at it.

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