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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.

Look at the line.
Chicago's going to be sold out.

I told you we should've
gotten here earlier.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If we'd left the house--
I said I hear you.

Hey, punk, watch it!

See, this is why I hate
coming into this city.

I'm tired of your excuses, Bob.
This move is a win-win.

What's the condition
of the victims?

One DOA at the scene.

One on the bus
on the way to the OR.

Is he gonna make it?

Shot in the abdomen.
He was conscious.

So who's the DOA?

Roman Rybakov. 4.

Queens addres.

Took one in the chest
and the back of the head.

We're trying to reach
the next of kin.

You guys catchin' this one?

Yeah. Detective Green
from the 2-7.

This is my partner
Joe Fontana.

Marley. Public information.

What can we do for you,
Lieutenant?

Well, I got two actresses
on a ride-along.

Background
for a buddy movie.

Wow. I don't recognize them.

'Sposed to be big
on basic cable.

Anyway, we were
on the corner on Sixth.

They think they might have seen
a person of interest

fleeing the scene.

I owe you one.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Looks like your Hollywood
ride-alongs

just became our witnesses.

Ladies.

I'm Detective Fontana.

k he was black.

You think.

Well, black
but Hispanic.

You know, not American.

Cuban maybe.

He. Singular.
Just one shooter?

There were more
than one?

You think the man you saw
with the gun was Hispanic.

You heard an accent.

No. You can just tell.

Something about them
says Hispanic.

Uh-huh. Okay.

So how tall was he?

Oh, I don't know.

How tall is he?

Yeah, I saw them.

Them?
Yeah. It was two dudes
for sure.

One of them was, like,
real short.

I didn't see anything.

I heard two shots.

I was on the ground
by the time I heard

the next two.

Two and then two more.
Yeah, four total.

Look. I really need to be
on my way.

So over there
on the sidewalk,

is that what they call
brain matter?

Yes, as a matter
of fact, it is.

So you saw someone
get into what you think

may have been
a getaway car.

It was blue.

Or black.

I'm not sure.

And I was turned
this way

facing east.

Actually, that's west.

One guy, he threw open
the door

and he jumped
in the back seat.

It was blue.
A blue SUV.

There you go.
Now that wasn't hard, was it?

And now what did
the guy look like?

Commissioner wants
a daily briefing

so he can apprise Hizzoner
of your progress.
Of course.

Detectives.

Chief.
Chief.

27 eyewitnesses

and the only thing
the majority agree on

is four shots fired.

So we're looking
for a tall, white,

Haitian, Hispanic midget
with maybe an accomplice

who took the subway?

Or according to the two
starlets that I interviewed

drove off in a blue SUV.

By the way, who are going
to make very believable

police officers.

Got a seven on the survivor,

Ernesto Borges,
Broadmore Medical.

Looks like he's going
to pull through.

You should be there
when he gets out of surgery.

And if they remove any rounds,
get them over to ballistics.

The boss call.

He say somebody sick.
You work?

I say sure, I work.

I go in.
I wake up here.

Take it easy.
I didn't see nothing.

Hones'.
I not gonna lose my job?

No, you're not
gonna lose your job.

Listen, we are not interested
in your immigration status,

if that's what
you're worried about.

But we are interested in finding
that guy who shot you.

So if you remember anything,
call us, okay?

All right. Si.

Later.

The DOA from Queens,
Mr. Rybakov.

He's a diamond merchant.

No offense to Mr. Borges,

but I'm guessing that Rybakov
is the real target.

The store manager
tells the Lieutenant

that there's diamonds missing
from the store.

A lot of 'em.

Missing diamonds,
target, and a motive?

I like that.

We received a shipment
of 22 uncut blue flawless stones

from Amsterdam two months ago.

How much is somethin'
like that worth?

10,000 per karat
per stone.

I'm talking wholesale,
of course.

Of course.

So roughly a quarter
of a million dollars.

We cut, polish them,
and put them in the safe.

After I heard what happened
to Roman,

I checked out inventory.

Then I called you.

So you think Mr. Rybakov
had those diamonds with him.

I didn't take them.

Roman often carried
a fortune in stones

from one appointment
to another.

He put them in an envelope,

wrapped them
in a handkerchief,

stick them in his pocket.

It's pretty casual,
isn't it?

It's a handshake business.

You can't go around
with armed guards.

You have any idea
where he was going yesterday?

I assume lunch
with Terry and Natalie Donner

at their shop.

You assume?

Like every Thursday.

Do you think that Mr. Rybakov

was taking the diamonds
to them?

Possibly
or somewhere else.

With the Donners,
it wasn't always business.

Sometimes lunch
was just lunch.

And they had lunch together
every Thursday.

For the last ten years.

Who didn't show?

Roman had a good nosh,
left us the stones,

and went on his way.

Wait a second.

Are you saying that you do have
Mr. Rybakov's diamonds?

Diamonds?
What are you talking about?

His manager told us
he was carrying

about a quarter
of a million dollars worth.

I hope you don't mind
me saying,

but you guys don't seem
to know which end is up.

Roman brought over
42 class "C" peridots.

Semi-precious stuff.

Nice, but worth 20,000 tops.

Did he say where he was going
when he left?

Sure. Something
about the dentist.

A loose filling?

Kept complaining
all through lunch.

About his dentist,
I wouldn't know.

You should ask his wife.

Yes, mom.

Mrs. Rybakov, your husband
told the Donners

that he was on his way
to the dentist.

That he had a problem
with a tooth.

I don't know anything
about that.

He didn't say anything
to me.

David, please.

Go ahead, mama.
Ask.

Sit down.

Detective, I need
my husband's body.

When can I get him back?

Well, Mrs. Rybakov,

when the Medical Examiner's
office is finished with it--

My father should be buried
within 24 hours after he dies.

Until we bury him,
we cannot begin to mourn him.

David,
what am I going to do?

Anything you can do
to get him back for us

as quickly as possible.

We'll make the call,
of course.

Thank you.

Mrs. Rybakov, if you know
where your husband

was going yesterday,

or why he was carrying
the diamonds...

Roman never discussed
business with me.

Really. Please.

What difference does it make
about diamonds?

He's gone.

He's go--

Mama. Shh.

God.

The slugs recovered
from Borges and Rybakov

were fired
from two different guns.

Hey, what do you know,

the kid with the skates
was right.

There were two shooters.

Speaking of Mr. Borges,
he took a powder,

checked out
of the hospital.

Social security's fake.

He's probably an illegal.

He didn't know
anything anyway.

Innocent bystander
caught in the crossfire.

You checked
with Rybakov's dentists?

Rybakov lied
to the Donners.

He did not have
an appointment with his dentist.

And according
to the Medical Examiner,

there was nothing wrong
with his fillings.

He didn't want anyone
to know where he was going

or what he was carrying.

What do we know
about Rybakov?

So far, he's a successful
businessman

and very influential
in his community.

Which community is that?

The Bukharan Jews
out in Queens.

They're from the former
Soviet Union.

Bukharan?

It's in central Asia
near Afghanistan.

That's a tough
neighborhood.

You thinking Russian mob?

Soviet immigrant.

Diamond merchant.
It's worth a look.

I know a detective in Queens
who's Jewish.

You could talk to him.
He'll know this community.

I've been the community
liaison officer

with these people
for some time.

They started coming over
to New York in the mid-80s

when perestroika
opened things up.

You know them well?

I do and I don't.

These are tough Jews

from a very rough part
of the world, Uzbekistan,

an isolated community
with its own language,

its own customs,
very tight knit.

Still is very difficult
for an outsider to get into.

Orthodox?

Traditional,
but not religious.

And comin' up under
the Soviet System,

not a hell of a lot of respect
for authority, either.

Lots of family businesses.

Silk, diamonds, gold.

Those are all
cash businesses, right?

Absolutely.

And what about ties
to the Russian mob?

Some of them definitely.

And let's face it,

every community
has its gangsters.

How about Roman Rybakov?

Definite gonif.

Shady for sure
and everybody knew it.

After he got shot,

word on the street was that
he may have had a problem.

Problem with the Russians?

The Russian.
The Albanian.

The Columbian.
The Dominican.

The rumors are flyin.

I did get a line
on the man's lawyer,

who must have sent his kids
to college on this Rybakov.

Three words, detectives.

And I'm sure
you've heard them before.

Attorney-client privilege?

Don't you love it when you can
just cut to the chase?

All right. Let's see.

I can tell you this much.

Roman wasn't headed
to the dentist.

How do you know?

Because where Roman Rybakov
was going, I was going too.

And my teeth are just fine,
thank you.

Now if you'll pardon me
a moment,

I have to use the facilities.

I'll be back
in exactly three minutes.

Isaacson and Rybakov
had a 1:00 in Brooklyn.

Assistant United States Attorney
Mike Warner.

Criminal Division.

Helped us bust open this Russian
diamond scam a mile wide.

Serge Andropov
and his comrades-in-crime.

Andropov's an up-and-coming
mobster.

Real rising tsar.

What was the scam?

You know
about blood diamonds?

Fighting
in West Africa, right?

Righ.

The rebels sells stolen diamonds
on the black market

to finance the fighting.

So now all legit diamonds
have to have an I.D.

So how the scam works

is the Russians smuggle them
in from Amsterdam.

And the late Mr. Rybakov
put a cut and a polish on them.

Along with a bogs
serial numbe.

Nothing but profit.

We're talking
millions of dollars.

Well, apparently, Rybakov
was on his way to see you

with a briefcase
full of those diamonds

when he got shot.

I wasn't aware of that.

How did you get on to Rybakov
to begin with?

Couple of anonymous calls.

About the Russians?
About Rybakov.

The tips were
so damn specific.

Diamonds from here
end up there.

This dat,
that rout.

But without an ID
on the snitch,

you can't get
a search warrant.

Didn't need one.

Everything
the anonymous rat said

panned out 110%.

Whoever ratted out Rybakov

to the Feds had dates,
times, and places.

Had his comings and goings
to a tee.

Inside stuff.
You talk to his coworker?

We're workin' on it.

I cross-referenced
his phone calls.

He made a whole bunch of calls
to this club

in Brighton Beach.

Brooklyn South Narcotics
raided it a few years backs.

Look.

Oh, I know this place.

It's a strip club
run by the Russian mob.

Why don't you take
another look, Cholenko.

I already tell you,
I do not know this Rybakov.

Very sorry.

You do too know him,
Chucky.

Chucky?

Rybakov has this huge
diamond pinky ring.

Comes in all the time
with his friends,

the Jewish guys.

They practically
live here.
Really?

Good customers.

They actually know
the difference

between presidents.

You mean between Jackson
and Washington.

Exactly.

You put a bill
in my G-string,

make it Andrew, not George.

Better yet,
make it Ben Franklin.

Well, you know that Franklin
wasn't a president.

He wasn't?
He should've been.

Let's you and I have a little
conversation about this.

Me and you gonna work
on your memory lapse, Chucky.

Come on.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm Detective Gree.

This is my partne,
Detective Fontan.

What can we do
for you gentlemen?

Which one of you
is Andropov?

That is me.

And you, sir, are...

Igan Ludovic.

Yeah, I recognize you
from your picture

at the U.S. Attorney's office.

U.S. Attorney
has my picture?

Harassment.

He's right, you kno.
They're legitimate businessme.

We own a strip club.
You should come by.

Yeah, we were just there.

We were asking
about your good customer

Roman Rybakov.

Rybakov?

Shot dead in broad daylight.

You know,
the same Roman Rybakov

that you're involved with
in the diamond scam.

Diamonds.

The scam you're about
to be indicted for

by the Attorney's office.

Because we know that you knew
that he was cooperating.

Rybakov. Rybakov.

Rybakov client. Bokarski.

Oh yes.
Something happened to him?

I don't read papers.

I don't think you know
how to read at all.

So in addition

to being involved
with Russian mobsters,

Mr. Rybakov had a fondness
for ladies other than his wife?

That's right.

But as far
as we can tell,

his cooperation with the Feds
and the ladies

was strictly on the QT.

Well, I'd say the Russians
found out somehow.

Van Buren.

I think it was
a little pillow talk

between him
and one of his girlfriends

from the club.

She gets mad at him
for something

and rats him out
to the Russians.
Exactly.

It wouldn't be
the first time

a girl made an anonymous call,
got a fella jammed up.

You sound like you speaking
from personal experience.

All right, thanks.

That was Warner's office.

Mr. Borges.
Our legal dishwasher?

Our second shooter.

You're kidding.

CSU printed hm
in the hospitl

when they thougt

they were going to lose him.

Interpol coughed up a hit.

His real name
is Stefano Granados.

He's wanted
in three countries

for contract murder.

Damn. Let me guess.

The place where he worked
never heard of him.

Oh, they've heard of hi,
all righ.

But if you want details,

you should go talk
to the owner.

One of the Russians
on Warner's hit parade.

I love this job.

Ana, Natalia.

Dishwasher.

Seemed like such nice
young man.

Who knew? Leaves me shorthanded
on evening shift.

Ivan, a killer uses your place
as a cover for a hit.

That makes you an accomplice
to first degree murder.

If you know someone
who needs work--

You know what,
you talk to him.

If you don't talk,
I'm sure Granados will.

I thought you don't know
where he is.

Oh, we're gonna find him.

The doctors say
in his condition,

he ain't gonna get
that far.

You know what I've got here,
tovarisch?

In about ten seconds,

I'm gonna start smilin'
like a village idiot

and peelin' off $100 bills
on your shiny brass bar.

What are you talkin' about?

And then my partner here

is gonna start dropping
"thanks yous"

and "tells us more"
like there's no tomorrow.

Which means if your friends
back there

ain't deaf, dumb,
and blind,

you're gonna hae
a little troubl.

Don't.

I don't know
why he was here.

I put him on books as favor.

A favor to who?
Andropov?

Where's Granados?

Here comes
the first c-note.

Is there anything you'd like us
to tell your widow?

I'll tell you what I know.

There is this doctor...

He told me he was cleaning
his gun.

And you bought that?

The law says
you have to report

a gun shot wound,
doctor.
I know.

This isn't a misdemeanor,
doctor.

This is a serious offense.

We're gonna arrest you

and you're gonna lose
your license.

Oh man.
What can I do?

What can you do?
You can tell us all you know.

That's what you can do.

And we won't take you
out of here in cuffs

in front
of your patients.
If you cooperate,

you might be able to cut
a deal with the D.A.

Okay. Okay.

He paid me 20 grand
in cash.

Do you know where we can find
Stefano Granados?

Did he leave a number?
An address?

No, but I heard him confirming
a flight on his cell.

He's flying to Bogota
later today.

I told him
he was in no shape to fly,

but he wouldn't listen.

That's all I know.
I swear.

Better go call
your lawyer, bro.

Granados just paid
20 Gs cash for a bulletectomy.

I don't think
he's gonna be standing in line

waiting for a commercial
flight, do you?

Mm-mmm.

I'm gonna check private flights
with the FAA.

Hey!

Come here, come here,
come here.

Get over there.
Ah!

Oh.

Stefano Granados, you have
the right to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Mr. Granados?
Si.

How do you plead?
He pleads not guilty,
your Honor.

Given the defendant's
medical condition

and immigration status--

We don't oppose remand,
Judge.

So ordered.

Protective custody
awaiting trial?

So ordered.

Ms. Southerlyn, Counselor.
Have a better one.

We have a pretty good idea

who hired your client
to kill Mr. Rybakov.

Then you should arrest
that person and ask him.

But like I said, my client
isn't interested in a plea.

How do you know
till you hear him?

Go ahead, Jack.

Offer him a misdemeanor
gun beef and six months.

He'll pass.

Because otherwise, he's gotta
cooperate against the Russians.

If you're concerned
for his safety,

we can put him
in witness protection.

You'll bring his parents
and six brothers and sisters

up from Nicaragua?

If not,
it's gonna be chainsaw night

at casa Granados.

How did he get shot?

Stray slug ricochet.

What happened
to the diamonds?

Did your client take them
from the scene?

I have no knowledge
of any diamonds.

And neither does my client.

Now that I can tie Andropov

to a homicide--

You can tie him?

Mr. Branch, if Granados
cooperates,

he can give s
the other shoote.

With the other shoote,

I can roll up Andropov's
whole organization.

Mr. Warner,

what do you really have here?

Conspiracy to defraud?

Tax evasion?

Violation of the federal
import/export laws?

You can't make a homicide
case out of this and we can.

All right, charge him
with murder.

Maybe he'll deal
the rest of his crew

on the diamond smuggling.

We know Rybakov
took the diamonds

from the safe and we know
he lied to the Donners

about where he was going.

Someone obviously knew
where he was going.

If we can identiy
that perso,

we can have a better idea

of how the Russians
set up the hit.

May I suggest you two
work together on this?

There's just no sign
of Rybakov's diamonds.

And your eyewitness
statements

don't even mention anyone
going near the bodies.

If this even was a robbery.

If Rybakov told anyone
where he was going,

I just can't find it.

There's gotta be
another layer to the onion.

We just have to figure out
how to peel it.

Hey, Mike.

Rybakov's attorney...
Svi Issacson.

His offices are
in Brooklyn, right?

Court Street
just off Joralemon.

Why?

And Brooklyn's

a 718 area code.

Rybakov's house luds
show a call to a 212.

The phone's registered
to a Mark Edleburg,

Attorney-At-Law.

If Rybakov hired
another lawyer,

I'm sure I would have heard
about it.

Maybe Rybakov felt Isaacson
was compromised in some way.

Maybe he just
couldn't tell you.

If you didn't want

to discuss the matter,
Mr. Edleburg,

why on earth did you let
your secretary

set up this meeting?

Part courtesy.
Part curiosity.

I wondered why the big,
bad Manhattan DA's office

would interest itself
in a lowly matrimonial matter.

Matrimonial?
What are you talking about?

You remember Domestic
Relations Laws

from Law School.

Divorce, alimony, custody.

Any of this ring a bell?

Roman Rybakov wanted
a divorce?

Roman? Never met the late
Mr. Rybakov.

I represent his widow,
Mrs. Zina Rybakov.

Many things can happen
in a marriage.

Some you live with.

Others you simply
cannot forgive.

You were married
20 years.

Yes, my vows
were sacred to me.

That's why I put up
with it for so long.

It?

The lies, the deceit,
the humiliation.

The girls at the club--

And the gangsters
that Roman did business with.

This was something new.

Well, no, I knew
about that part

of Roman's life long
before I married him.

His whole family
was you know--

They were mobsters.

But there was
never any violence

until he began
with the Russians.

Those people scare me.

So you knew about
the illicit diamond scheme.

Is that why
you asked for a divorce?

I was very frightened
for my children.

The kids are getting older.
He's getting in deeper.

The company he's keeping
is getting rougher.

And she's finally
had enough.

I think she's the one who
dropped a dime on him

with the U.S. Attorney.

The anonymous calls
to Warner's office,

they came from a payphone
at Zina's mikvah.

Mikvah?
Pardon my ignorance.

Ritual cleansing bathes for
orthodox Jewish women.

Zina Rybakov set
her husband up to go to jail?

For his own good.

Then why hire Edleburg?
She makes the calls.

Months later he's still walking

the streets, she puts two and
two together and figures

he's cooperating with the Feds,

and that he's not
gonna be going away after all.

So she retains Edleburg--
using what for money?

All the family's assets
were in his control.

She knew the combination
to the store safe.

The missing diamonds.

A quarter of a million dollar
nest egg.

Roman Rybakov never had
the diamonds on him.

She could have taken them
at any time.

Southerlyn.
We'll be right there.

Granados' attorney.

I received a call from my
client's cousin in Nicaragua.

His family has left the country.
They're in a safe place.

He's ready to deal.

You wired the money?

I bought him bus tickets
to Tegucigalpa.

Go ahead.

What do you wanna know?

Who hired you
to kill Mr. Rybakov?

Clemente got the call.

Clemente?

Paolo Clemente,
the other shooter.

He talked to the Russians,
not me.

They set it up.

Then you're really
not much good to us.

Unless you can give us Clemente.

He can give you Clemente,
no problem.

Murder two.
20 to life.

Is that the best you can do?

For a contract murder?
Count your blessings.

We want the exact deal you gave
Granados, only better.

Granados gave us your client.
What's he got to offer?

The man who hired
the hit on Rybakov.

Serge Andropov?

Do we have a deal?

20 to life--
not a day less.

That's not better.

We'll arrange for him to serve
his time in a better facility.

How would that be?

Andropov, he hired me.
I hired Stefano.

You spoke to him directly?
No intermediary?

Si, I spoke
with Senor Andropov myself.

I told him, certainly
the jeweler can be eliminated.

What happened at the scene?

How did Granados get shot?

Andropov said no loose ends.

So, after Stefano shot the
jeweler, I shot Stefano.

We find ourselves in the
enviable position

of having an overabundance
of charges

and evidence
against Mr. Andropov.

My client's looking
for a big drop-down

from the top count,
Mr. McCoy.

Let me explain the facts
of life, Mr. Laval.

We go up the food chain,
not down.

Wheel man, shooter,
button man...Chief--

You think Mr. Andropov
is all there is to this?

Unless you're offering
up Vladimir Putin.

What he's got is more in the
line of a lateral move.

He gets what everyone else got.
20 to life.

We can talk about where.

Why did you have
Mr. Rybakov killed?

He was snitch.
Selling us out to save his skin.

How did you find out?

Jeweler's wife.

Mrs. Rybakov?
What about her?

She told us her husband
was talking to the feds.

She told you how?

She called, anonymously.

Told us how to get
to her husband.

When,
where.

She called you anonymously?

We figure it out.
It had to be her.

Who else knew?

You talked to her personally?

My associate Egan Ludovic.

And he'll testify?

Unfortunately, Egan
is in Russia now.

He thought it prudent
to leave country.

So we're just supposed
to take your word

about these conversations
between your associate Ludovic

and Zina Rybakov?

You believe what you want.

If you wanna make a deal,
Mr Andropov,

you'd better convince us
that your story is true.

You hired two killers
to execute Mr. Rybakov.

They're both in custody.

They'll both testify
against you.

Sure, I hired them
with her money.

Are you saying Mrs. Rybakov
paid you to murder her husband?

$50,000.

Why woilled?

I mean, what's her motive?

Why wouldn't she
just divorce him?

She looked into that, Arthur.
She even hired a lawyer.

So what's she up to?

We're sure this Andropov's
on the level?

His story checks out.

Four calls from Zina's mikvah
to the Russian social club.

And over the last few months
cash withdrawals

of more than $100,000
from Zina's accounts.

So she did pay the Russians.

Well, it looks that way.

On the other hand, Andropov
never spoke with Zina directly.

She never solicited him
to kill her husband.

No, she just dealt
with his associate.

Andropov can still testify
as a co-conspirator.

In a perfect world we'd have
this other Russian gangster

dotting the I's
on this one for us.

I'd settle for an arrest warrant
for Mrs. Rybakov.

He's lying.
I never met this Andropov.

I never gave the Russians
any money for anything.

Certainly not
to kill my husband.

You called
the federal authorities

about your husband's activities.

My husband was doing busines
with mobsters-

Zina.
No, please.

With mobsters.
I did that to protect my family.

You wanted him to go to prison.

And when he made a deal
with the feds instead,

you called the Russians
directly,

told them what
your husband was doing,

and that he was going
to testify against them.

I wanted them to leave
my husband alone.

You wanted him dead.

No, I thought that when they
realized what he was doing,

when they realized what he was
telling to the government,

that they would panic,
go back to Russia.

If you wanted to be rid
of your husband,

why didn't you just go forward
with the divorce?

That would not have protected
my children.

You could have moved.

In her community, she would
have also needed a "get"

to move her children
even a block away.

A get?

A religious divorce.

In orthodox Judaism,
only the rabbinical court,

the bet din, can grant
the dissolution of the marriage.

Then she should have applied
to that body.

She did.

And?

I'm waiting for it to happen.

So why would she want
to kill her husband?

Her civil divorce
is in the works,

her religious divorce
was pending.

It was all just
a matter of time.

You have to understand,
Mr. McCoy.

The beit din does not
grant the get.

The husband does.

The beit din talks to the
husband, reasons with him.

And if he refuses?

Without the husband's consent,
their hands are tied.

Mrs. Rybakov's lawyer told us
that she was still waiting

for a decision at the time
of her husband's death.

She might have had to wait
for the rest of her life.

He said no?

We appealed to him to give
his wife what she wanted.

What can I say?

He was not inclined
to let her go.

And there was no way
to force him?

Even though he was a known
adulterer and a criminal?

It's not for me to judge.

Hardly seems fair.

The process favors the husband.
This is a tradition.

Thousands of years old.

And without a get?
Where does that leave the wife?

She would remain "agunah",
a woman in chains.

Unable to break free
of her marriage.

Even if she got
a civil divorce?

She would still be unable
to remarry within our community.

Or to retain custody
of her children.

If Mrs. Rybakov was unable
to obtain a get,

is there any other way that she
could have extricated herself

from this marriage?

If she became a widow.

We followed Senor Rybakov
when he left the shop.

Stefano was in front of me.

He shot Rybakov once
in the chest.

And stepped up and shot him
again in the back of the head,

very close, just to make sure.

What did you do?

I shot Stefan.

Twice--the second shot missed.

And then?

I rushed up to him, as if to
help him, and took away his gun

so it couldn't be traced
back to us.

Why didn't you shoot him again,
make sure he's dead?

There were too many people,
too close.

I thought he would die anyway.
I stood up and walked away.

Into the crowd.
Nobody stopped me.

Mr. Clemente, have you ever met
my client Mrs. Rybakov?

No.

Have you ever spoken to her?

No.

How did you know where
to find her husband?

Senor Andropov told me.

Nothing further.

We knew Rybakov
was in gem business.

We knew he liked strippers
at club.

We approached him.
He was receptive.

What did he do for you?

Cut diamonds, polished, forged
documents,

gave them I.D. number.

And how much was he paid
for these services?

Ten percent of net.
About $200,000 per delivery.

Maybe $two million last year.

And how did you discover that
Mr. Rybakov was cooperating

with the federal authorities?

His wife called us.

You spoke to her?

She spoke
to my associate Mr. Ludovic.

What was your understanding
after your conversation

with Mr. Ludovic?

Objection.

Overruled.

I understood Mr. Rybakov
was preparing to testify

against us.

Did there come a time
when you learned

where Mr. Rybakov would be
on the day he was shot?

Mrs. Rybakov told Ludovic
her husband

had appointment that day.

And you hired two men to waylay
and kill Mr. Rybakov?

Stefano Granados
and Paolo Clemente.

And how much
did you pay them for this?

$25,000.

That's a lot of money.

Yes but Mrs. Rybakov
paid us $50,000.

To kill her husband?

To kill her husband.

Mr. Andropov,

the two men you hired
to kill Roman Rybakov,

tell us again how they knew
where to find Mr. Rybakov,

how to recognize him.

I told them.
Showed them pictures.

You told them?

Did you give them the money?
Yes.

Did you tell them
about his standing lunch

with the Donners
every Thursday?
Yes.

And you knew about that lunch
because you knew Rybakov,

knew his habits, were involved
in a criminal enterprise

with him?

No.
His wife told us.

Told you?

Told Ludovic.

According to you.

According to you,

a devout mother of four
paid you, a career criminal,

to kill her husband.

Yes.

You had a very good reason
of your own to kill him,

didn't ya?

No.
Not really.

A stiff sentence in a federal
penitentiary, not a good reason?

We might have done for free,
but why should we,

when his wife is willing
to pay for it?

And with your
extensive criminal record,

and in light
of your plea bargain

with the District
Attorney's office,

why should we believe
a word you say?

Nothing further, your Honor.

Yes, I called
the federal prosecutor.

You wanted
your husband arrested?

I wanted him stopped.
He was putting us--

He was putting
our children in jeopardy.

And when Roman
made his agreement

with the federal prosecutor,
did you feel better protected?

No.
Nothing changed.

The women, the late hours,
the gangsters

that he did business with--
nothing changed.

So you hired a divorce lawyer?

A civil divorce
I could obtain,

but I also needed
a religious divorce.

Why?

I would be nothing if I left my
husband without a "get."

I would be without friends.
I would be without family.

My own mother and father
would turn their back on me.

I would lose my children.
My children...do you understand?

Your husband
would have custody?

Worse than that.

They themselves, if I wanted to
see them--my children,

they would not want to see me.

Did you ask your husband
for the get?

Many times.

He said it was
out of the question.

He said divorce would diminish
our prestige in the community.

Our prestige--everyone knew
what he did for a living.

Everyone knew what he was.

And when he turned you down,
what did you do then?

I took diamonds
from the store safe.

I sold them.
It was not hard.

And what did you do
with the money?

I brought it to the rabbis
who would hear my plea.

The beit din--
The religious court?

Yes, I donated $50,000

hoping that they would use
their influence

to put pressure on my husband
to grant me the divorce.

Did you ever give any money
to Mr. Andropov or Mr. Ludovic?

No.
Never.

Did you ask them
to kill your husband?

No, I did not.

Did the rabbis take your money?

Yes they did.

Did they apply the pressure?

They tried.
They went to the synagogue.

They tried to shame him
before the community.

Did your husband relent?
Did he give you the get?

No.

He was by this time
beyond shame.

He didn't care.

The beit din told me there was
nothing more to be done.

Sounds like you had every reason
in the world

to want your husband killed.

And four very good reasons
not to--my children.

I would never take their father
away from my children

no matter what he did.

But your husband is dead.

Not by my hand.

The Rabbi confirms
the synagogue

received the donation
from Mrs. Rybakov.

So Andropov lied
to cut a deal with us?

She had a quarter of a million
dollar slush fund to work with.

I have no doubt she paid him
to hit her husband.

But we can no longer establish
that fact to a certainty.

Zina's testimony perfectly
sets forth her motive

to kill her husband.

And at the same time undercuts
our case in its entirety.

That woman's like
a wet bar of soap.

The harder we squeeze--

The guiltier we know she is,
the more innocent she seems.

Ya know, when you come right
down to it,

all Zina Rybokav ever did
was make a phone call.

That set the whole thing
in motion.

She knew exactly
what would happen.

Oh, yeah, she got the get.

And I tend
to agree with you, Jack.

That morally, she's culpable
of murder.

And legally?

Legally, I don't know what
she's guilty of exactly.

Without credible proof
of payment.

The jury will have
to make that call.

We've gone this far.

Look, we've got the shooter
and the guy who hired him

behind bars for a long time.
Don't you think it's beginning

to look a little like we're
persecuting a poor widow?

A self-made widow.

Of a gangster.

Look, I'm not suggesting that
Mr. Rybokav deserved to die.

Even though we do tend
to reap what we sow.

I just think you might wanna put
a more magnanimous face

on this thing.

What?

That's just Arthur's way
of barking an order.

Your Honor, at this time,

for the reasons
previously discussed,

the people withdraw all charges
against Zina Rybakov.

Counsel is aware that jeopardy
has attached,

and this defendant can never be
retried on these charges.

The people are cognizant
of that fact, your Honor.

Then the people's motion
to dismiss the charges

against this defendant
is granted.

These proceedings are ended.

She committed murder
without committing a crime.

She knows exactly
what she did.

And so does every member
of her community.

She won't be persona non grata
to everyone.

There are other women
in her position.

She's a role model?

I imagine there will be some
glasses raised

to her
in that neighborhood tonight.

Yeah, they'll be
some nervous husbands too.

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