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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.

So man is...The three.

Why rush to get the degree
just to be an adjunct
at some state college?

Here,
"Contemporary Parnassians."

Anti-romantics.

Well, form over feeling
should be right up your alley.

What are you looking for?

Heredia's word choices.

In his Cleopatra sonnet,
why doesn't
he call Anthony "Anthony"?

Anthony disrupts
the alexandrine verse.

No, he calls him "the Roman."

Same number of syllables.

Well, maybe one
of the academy critics
has something.

Ask Baudelaire.

You know,
a lot of these books
are out of order.

Mike.

What? You find something?

Mike!

Her name is
Bridget Kaylin, a senior.
I was first to respond.

I put out the signal
through my dispatcher,
campus police.

Who can get into
this part of the library?

Anybody with a student ID,
plus alumni.

Members of the community
can buy a library pass.

If there's anything else
our department can do...

You can start
by standing here.

She's still warm.
Dead maybe an hour.
Her panties are down.

There've been two rapes
on campus
in the last six weeks.

Maybe your department
could do something
about that.

The mark on her neck,
strangled?

Maybe.

The head wound
looks like she might
have fallen onto this.

Did anybody hear anything?

No. It was pretty
deserted up here.

"Phenomenology as Metaphor."
No wonder it's deserted.

You're thinking
this is our rapist?

This wasn't a robbery.
There's still cash
in her wallet.

How does
your rapist operate?

Comes up behind the girls,

strangles them
till they're weak,
gets them down.

This girl had marks
on her neck.

So it fits.
Now all we got to do
is catch him.

He work
the library before?Dorms.

Areas accessed
by student pass keys.

Had my people
watching the dorms.

But not the library.

32 officers,
eight-hour shifts.

I'm stretched
pretty thin here.

But there's a student
anti-rape group.

They do some patrolling,
conduct awareness seminars.

What about the patrolling?

They stop lone men,
demand an explanation
of their presence.

Campus police?

They don't want to know
what's going on.

What is going on?

You mean aside from
one woman murdered
and 17 assaulted?

Well, we heard
there were two rapes.

A woman strangled,
knocked down, jumped on.

That's the only thing
they call rape.

What were the other 15?

They call it consensual sex,
flirting, a misunderstanding.

You'd be amazed how many
"misunderstandings" there are

with drunk
fraternity boys.

Women tell us things
they don't tell the police.

Then how are the police
supposed to know about it?

They wouldn't do
anything if they did.

Hey, we're the police.
We're here. We're listening.

Fine. Talk to these men.
They're all sexual predators.

We gave the list
to campus police,
but they didn't do anything.

Jack Miniver. One of our teams
spotted him outside
the library last night.

He refused to say
what he was doing there.

I was just walking
across the quad
to a bar on Broadway.

I didn't feel like
I had to explain myself
to feminazis.

You didn't go
into the library?

Not if I can help it.

So what time did you
leave the bar?

10:00. Do we really have
to talk about this?

Why does it say rapist here,
right next to your name?

Because they're twisted.

Did anybody
see you leave the bar?

Look, you want to know
what this is about?

About six months ago
I met a girl at a party.

A freshman.
There was a keg,
she had a few drinks.

We ended up in the sack.

In the morning,
her upper-class advisor

convinced her that she
had been date-raped.

And had she?Sure.

Because I was supposed to know
that when she said yes,
it didn't count

because her blood-alcohol
level was above .085.

You see, I forgot to give her
the blood test.

Because you were too busy

dragging a drunk
17-year-old girl
back to your room?

I was drunk, too.

That does not
make me a rapist
or a murderer.

You read about the college
where they have a rule

that a guy has to get
permission for every stage
of a make-out session?

"Can I touch you here?
Thank you.
Now, can I put my hand there?"

Isn't that the way
you do it, Lennie? Beg?

Mr. Young Married.

You don't even
have any idea
what you're missing.

Yeah, late-night reruns
of I Dream of Jeannie.

Isn't that
sexual harassment?

File a charge.

How did that
suspect list turn out?

It's a mixed bag.

Everything from a sophomore
who got suspended for assault

to a professor who told
a joke that some women
found offensive.

I'm waiting.

Oh, no. You, Rey,
you tell it so well.

Why is rape impossible?

Because a woman can
run a lot faster
with her dress up

than a man can
with his pants down.

That is offensive.

The worst part is
it's not funny.

But it doesn't
make the guy
a murder suspect.

What about
the Miniver boy?

He was brought up
on date rape
before a student court.

They cleared him.

How about you?

I wouldn't date him.

Go see the M.E.
and tell me when
you get to first base.

I don't know if this is
good news or bad news.

Your victim wasn't raped,
and there's no indication
anybody tried.

So her pants were down

because the killer wanted
it to look like
it was the campus rapist?

Or it was the campus rapist
and he likes
his victims breathing.

He strangles her, she falls
and hits her head,
and he changes his mind.

His first two victims.
Mottled marks
on the neck.

Big hands.
Two of them.

Bridget Kaylin.
The only mark is
a single narrow band.

So he
brought a tool.

His hands got tired?

Plus there's no occlusion
of the vessels
in her head or neck.

Death was instantaneous
from the blow to the head.

Epidural hematoma.

She was dead
before she was strangled.

We rented this apartment
for her last year.

She said she couldn't study
in the dorm, too noisy.

Did she have friends
in the dormitory?

Bridget had
a lot of friends.

She was
always popular.

What are you doing, Mary?

Can't you sit down?

Burt, we'll go home
in a minute.

The mortuary wants to know
what we want to bury her in.

It can wait.

We were wondering,
did Bridget have
any boyfriends?

No. No. I don't think
she was seeing anyone.

I have daughters myself,
Mr. Kaylin. Are you sure
you'd know?

She was 21 years old, Burt,
living by herself in an
apartment in New York City.

She'd tell us
about a boyfriend.

There was that
business student last year.

Fernilli.
This is expensive.

Maybe she
bought it on sale.

Bridget works
at the campus store,
five afternoons a week.

Diamond studs?
Did you give these
to her, Burt?

I knew she wanted them.
I thought maybe
for graduation.

My parents want to
pull me out of school.
I graduate in six weeks.

I still can't believe it.
In the library?
Can you catch this guy?

We're trying.
Were you all pretty close?

We met here every day.

She usually walks in,
like, now.
That was her chair.

What did you do here?
Boy watching?

College boys?
We just came for the coffee.

What about Bridget?
She have a boyfriend?

Not since Brent.

The business student?

He moved to L.A.
last summer.

How about somebody
off campus? Older?
With money?

A "sugar daddy"?
Is that what you call it?

I guess the name survives
every generation.

Bridget was more
interested in a guy with
a good sense of humor.

Yeah, she used to go
to museums. She was
an art history major.

So where would she
have gotten an expensive pair
of diamond earrings?

Bridget?
Oh, I don't think so.
She was on scholarship.

Did anybody
see her yesterday?

We grabbed a burger
before she went
to the library. About 5:00.

After work?

After step aerobics.

Mondays, Thursdays
and Fridays. 3:00 to 4:00.

So, I guess
she didn't work
at the campus store

five afternoons a week.

She lied to Mom and Dad?
Call Ripley.

Well, she got
those earrings
from somewhere.

What do they call
a sugar daddy nowadays?

So, Lennie, what do you
want to be buried in?

My 25th-century space suit,
on one of the moons
of Jupiter.

Hey, she's 21 years old.
What does she need
sleeping pills for?

Yeah, well, things aren't
all sweet and relaxed like
when you were a kid.

Champagne cork.
I guess she was
celebrating something.

Ooh. She made the dean's list
when she was a freshman.

Birthday card.

"To the woman
who made me whole.
Yours eternally, Brent."

Yeah, until he moved
to La-La Land.

Credit card bill
from last month.

Barrington Hotel Grill, $14.
Health club, $300.

Barrington
Hotel Grill again, $12.

Matches.
Barrington Hotel Grill.

If she's meeting
her rich boyfriend there,
how come she's buying?

Not exactly
a college hangout.

Good, none of those
college boys around.

What can I do
for you gentlemen tonight?

Well, maybe you could
help us out with
a little information.

You ever seen
this girl in here
with her boyfriend?

Her boyfriend?
You're kidding, right?

Actually, we're not.

Okay, I'll play.

I've seen her here
lots of times

with lots
of different boyfriends.

She's a working girl.

This girl was hooking?
I saw her report card.

Yeah, and here's
the supplement.

We ran her prints
through the system,

it comes back
to a Jane Monroe.

Arrested for prostitution?

A month ago.
She used a fake ID.

There were no priors
so the computer
didn't complain.

So she paid her fine
and went back to school.

What the hell
was this girl thinking?

Well, the campus store
only pays six dollars an hour.

Every one of her johns
just became a suspect.

Track them down.
Who arrested her?

Scapelli, from Vice.
I know him from
when he walked the beat.

Well, I usually check
into the Murchison.

Not the Barrington?

Not on our budget.
I play a poor
traveling salesman.

I check in. I find an ad
for an escort service,

outcall massage,
and I call them up.

Okay. So, they ask you
what you want.
What do you order?

One time white,
one time black,
nondiscrimination rules.

Then they show up.

I talk.
Talk about the weather.

Talk about the flight
I had in from Omaha.

If they're suspicious,
I show them the coat.

Franklin Tailors,
Omaha's finest.

Then we make the deal.
Sexual conduct
in exchange for a fee.

All right, this is the girl
we were talking about.
You recognize her?

Oh, yeah.
She tried to cry
her way out of the arrest.

Not too many even bother,
you know. This is the ad
I called to get to her.

"Beautiful girls available
for all occasions."

The number's
a floating pager,

basically,
impossible to track.

Here, Rey, tell them
you have an occasion.

That's great, sweetness.
I can't wait to see you.

Okay. Okay, put your mommy
back on the phone, all right?

Yeah?DONNA: Room service.

Six weeks
to graduation, right?

Are you going
to tell my parents?

You're prostituting yourself
and that's what
you're worried about?

We were always careful.
Nothing ever happened.

Your friend got killed.

By some psycho rapist.

She wasn't raped, Donna.

Now, our best theory is that
she got killed by somebody
she met on the job.

Now, we could have saved
a lot of time if you had
told us what she was doing.

It didn't seem like
the thing to mention.

How many
of you are in this?

Me, Lisa, you met her,
and Bridget started it.

When?Last fall.

Why?

She wanted the money.

So? Who doesn't?

Guys would take her out
and spend $300
for dinner and a show

when all they wanted
was to go to bed with her.

She figured why not
save the time and skip
the boring play?

Why not?
There's crazy people.
There's AIDS.

We would always
use condoms.

Bridget was murdered.

We want to talk
to her customers.
Who were they?

I just know mine.

Who took the phone calls
when somebody answered the ad?

Who sent you out?

Shelly. She just got
involved with us
a couple of months ago.

She kind of took over
the scheduling.

Ms. Taggert,
we need to talk to you
about Bridget Kaylin.

I don't know what else
I could tell you.

Anyway, I know
this is going
to sound terrible,

but I've got to meet
a real estate broker.
I'm in between apartments.

Where are you living?

With my father.

What do you want
to know, anyway?

The names of
Bridget Kaylin's johns.

Her what?

We know, Ms. Taggert.

Detective Curtis here
is the Mr. Jenkins

you sent Donna Richland
to last night
at the Hapgood House.

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

Donna told us.

That I sent her to a hotel?

Look, all we need
are the names of the people
you sent Bridget Kaylin to.

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

We're not out to get your
little prostitution ring.
All we want to do is...

Look, I don't know
what Donna told you,
but this is ridiculous.

I have an appointment.
I'm late.

You want a warrant
to search
her father's apartment?

That's where
she's been living.

I mean, if she has
a little black appointment
book, that's where it'll be.

The only problem is, guys,

I can't tell a judge
you expect to find evidence
of a murder there.

Why not?

Well, because you don't.

I mean, the appointment book
wouldn't be evidence
of murder,

just a list of potential
investigatory leads.

Which could lead
to evidence of the murder.

Well, then you could
get a search warrant.

So what do we do?
Stop men on the street

and ask them if they
killed Bridget Kaylin?

Or that book may not be
evidence of murder,

but it's definitely
evidence of prostitution,

which, I believe,
still is a crime.

Very nice.

My daughter isn't home.

We have a warrant
to search her possessions.

Shelly's? What for?
Look, I covered
those checks that she wrote.

Sir, if you could just
show us her room.

I want to see that warrant.

"Evidence of prostitution"?
Are you crazy?

I'm sorry, Mr. Taggert.
We're not here to discuss it.

Are these
your daughter's things,
or your wife's?

I'm a widower.
I'm calling my lawyer
right now.

Is this your
daughter's room?

Right now.

Some way for him
to get the news, huh?

Nice clothes.

This is the same designer
Madonna wears.

What are you,
moonlighting at Vogue?

Hey, I live
with four women.

Hey, hey, hey!

My grandmother had
one of these.

I bet she doesn't have
one of these.

"Jonathan Freeman.
Half and half.
$400. Bridget."

Oh, man,
this is perfect.

Your name is in the book
four times, Mr. Freeman.

Every time
with Bridget Kaylin.

My wife is going
to walk through that door
in about six minutes.

Bridget Kaylin's dead.
I think that makes her
a little worse off.

Look, I'm sorry, okay,

but I didn't kill her,
if that's what
you're thinking.

I hadn't even seen her
in a while.
What did that book say?

It'd been a while.
What happened,
you had a fight?

No. I called her again.

She said she wasn't accepting
any more dates. That was that.

Unless you wanted
another date real bad.

Look, when did
this happen?
Thursday night?

I was with my wife
at my in-laws.

Fellas, if you want
to kill me, too, ask them.

You can count on it.

I read about it. I was going
to call you guys,
but I didn't know anything.

Sounds like you were
one of her regulars.

Yeah. Why not?
She was a wonderful girl.

I wanted to write a letter
to her parents but, you know.

Did you meet her
through the ad?

Yes. I don't have a wife.

I don't like to make love
to my pizza pies.

Well, did you ever
think about dating?

Yeah. I mean,
there are many beautiful
20-year-old girls

who want to
go out with me.

Well, how about
a nice 50-year-old widow?

Let me see.
20-year-old beauty,
50-year-old widow.

For $200, I think
I'll take the beauty.

Two hundred dollars?
That's a real
nice relationship.

You don't understand.

Bridget and I,
we had some fun.
Not just in the bedroom.

She took me once
to the modern museum

and explained to me
about those pictures
that are all the same color.

When was the last time
you saw her, Mr. Pappas?

About a month ago,
she said she was quitting.

She say why?

Yeah, I think
she met somebody,
a boy.

I don't know,
just a feeling I had.

So I took her out,
you know, to say goodbye.

Went to one
of those Russian clubs
in Brighton Beach.

I had this picture taken.
Souvenir.

The cameo.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I think her boyfriend
gave it to her.

I told you the first time,
she didn't have a boyfriend.

What about
a green cameo?

Yeah. It was new.

Was she wearing it
when you had burgers

before she went
to the library?

Yes.

Well, it wasn't on her
when we found her.

Matter of fact,
it was in Shelly Taggert's
desk drawer.

Shelly's?

Yeah. How did she
and Bridget get along?

Okay. I mean...
You found it at Shelly's?

That's right.

Then Shelly must have
seen her that night,
before it happened.

And everything was okay
between them?

Come on. I mean,
they did kind of have
an argument that afternoon.

About what?

I don't know.

I went
into the coffee house,

and they were there,
kind of snapping
at each other.

Bridget left.
Shelly said it was
none of my business.

She had the cameo.
We picked it up
and ran it over to the M.E.

The band matches the marks
on Bridget Kaylin's neck.

Like it was ripped off.

Plus we pulled prints
from Shelly Taggert's
notebook.

They match prints
on Bridget Kaylin's
study desk in the library.

To which Shelly Taggert
had easy access.

And she knew about
the campus rapist to try

and throw us
off the scent.

Motive?Bridget wanted
to quit hooking.

Maybe the arrest
scared her.

Maybe Shelly wanted her
to keep on, who knows?

We know
they were fighting
about something.

Mr. Taggert,
we have a warrant for the
arrest of your daughter.

Would you please
step aside?

She's not here.

Where is she?She went away.

Went away where?

Europe.

I always told her I'd send her
when she finished college.

I can't arrest your daughter
at the moment, sir.
I'll settle for you.

Since when is the father
legally accountable
for the sins of the child?

I notice you didn't bother
to say "alleged sins."

My daughter
didn't murder anybody.

Oh, she just ran up bad debts
and ran a prostitution ring?

This whole thing
is ridiculous.

Then why don't you
tell us where she is,

so we can all
sit down together

and have
a good laugh about it?

I don't know where she is.
She hasn't called. I am
very worried about her.

I suggest that
you worry about yourself.

Aiding the flight
of a criminal constitutes

hindering prosecution,
and that's a felony.

If you can prove
he knows
she committed a crime.

He doesn't,
and you can't.

Is Mr. Taggert
under arrest?

Come on, Barry.

Family values.
Think he knows
where she is?

What do you think
she's doing for money?

Supposed to be some
kind of Ivy League madam.

There's money in that,
isn't there?

She has $300 in her
checking account.

She has a safe deposit box,
too, but she disappeared
over the weekend.

She didn't have
a chance to get to it.

Her father told the police
he sent her to Europe,

either to discourage us
or because it's true.

Take a look at his
bank accounts,

charge cards,
business accounts.

What does he do?

Shoe importer.
Sole proprietor.

Runs his
personal expenses
through the company.

Crack open
the piggy bank,
see what tumbles out.

I've known Shelly
since she was born.

We need all of
Mr. Taggert's records
for the last month.

She started coming
in here after school
when her mother died.

Mr. Taggert has done
a wonderful job
of raising her alone.

I mean, maybe
she's a little spoiled,
but...

Which files, Ms. Fleming?

The last month.

Well, here's
a letter of credit

for a container
of suede pumps
from the Philippines.

Is this the kind
of thing you want?

Anything initiated
by Mr. Taggert.
Anything relating to Shelly.

Well, Shelly would be
in the payroll files.

Oh, she's an employee?

Since she was 12 years old.

Doing what?Modeling shoes.

She was a perfect size 5.
Excuse me. Those are orders.

Unless you're
prepared to ship

open-toed slingbacks
to Bentsen's in Boston.

Okay, we can sit down
and sort through
everything together.

I really am very busy.

Or the officers
can take everything
and we'll sort it out later.

In here.

This guy
never saw a meal
he couldn't deduct.

He sends shoe buyers
to the Ice Capades?

Trade show week.

Let's see.

$2,000 wire transfer
to Zurich,
day before yesterday.

Does he get his shoes
from Switzerland?

Asia.

Credit card receipt
for a coach ticket
to Geneva

the day Shelly disappeared.

It's marked
"fashion scouting."

This guy even deducts
his daughter's expenses
as a fugitive.

This Ice Capades group,

it includes
a Jonathan Freeman.

One of Bridget's clients.

Where's Shelly's
appointment book?

February 21st,
Walter Schwartz.
Donna. $400.

February 21st.
Business entertainment.
Walter Schwartz. $400.

He was entertaining
his buyers with his
daughter's girlfriends.

We can charge him with that
and hindering prosecution.

Forget about those.

The shoe company
was mixed up
with the prostitution ring.

That's enterprise corruption.

A grand jury can order
all of Taggert's assets
seized.

Bye-bye,
Swiss wire transfers.

Hello, Shelly Taggert.

We still worked off
the ad part of the time.

But Shelly brought in
some new customers
on her own.

She'd handle
the arrangements,
when and where.

I'd show up and do the job.
Shelly would pay me afterward.

Is it your testimony
that you would meet men

where and when
Shelly Taggert
instructed you to?

That you'd have sex
with those men,

and then Shelly
would pay you
for your services?

Yes.

I show you this list
of shoe buyers

who dealt with
Barry Taggert's company.

Are those the men
Shelly Taggert
set you up with?

Yeah.

I was pretty amazed
when I realized this was
her father's company.

Why was that?

I don't think my parents
would have approved.

Shelly said
her dad was cool.

Cool?

She lived with a guy
freshman year.

Her dad paid their rent.
Stuff like that.

He took us all out
to dinner one night.
Me, Lisa, Bridget.

Was he cool?

He told us he wanted
us to wear his company's shoes
on our dates,

so that the buyers could see
how good they looked.

I'm a forensic accountant.

I perform audits
for the purpose
of uncovering business fraud.

And at the request
of the District Attorney
of New York County,

did you analyze
the books and records
of the Taggert Shoe Company?

I did.

What did you find?

Among other things,
a lot of questionable
tax deductions.

Including payments
to Shelly Taggert?

Yes, she was
on the payroll.

As a provider
of prostitutes?

No.

As a consultant.
Her specific duties
weren't listed.

Did you find any pattern
in the payments to her?

Yes. They were very high
after trade show weekends.

They correlated
with certain business
entertainment expenses.

That would be
the entertainment of certain
male shoe buyers?

Yes, at $400 per occasion.

Was the nature
of these entertainments

described anywhere
in Mr. Taggert's records?

The IRS requires it.

Mr. Taggert called them
"guided nature hikes."

Enterprise corruption,
very creative.

You do realize
that the statute
was intended to be used

against organized crime.

This was
organized prostitution.

For the purpose
of selling shoes.

Not exactly Al Capone.
Do you have any idea
where the girl is?

We've put her on Interpol.
The Swiss police
are looking for her.

Meanwhile,
we dry up her funds.
A pincer movement.

Where'd you do
your graduate work?
Law school or West Point?

Whatever works, Adam.

Well, you're certainly
not going to prosecute

the father
for enterprise corruption.

They're going
to scream bad faith.

They can scream
all they want to.

Only I get to talk
to the grand jury.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you've now heard
all the witnesses
we have

to present
in this matter.

I'm asking you
to return an indictment

of enterprise corruption
against Barry Taggert.

Yeah?

I'm still a little confused,
Mr. McCoy.

The corrupt enterprise
is the prostitution ring,

not the shoe company?

That's right.
But I'm also asking you,

in accordance
with Article 460.30
of the penal law,

to file
a special information

seeking the forfeiture
of the assets
of the Taggert Shoe Company.

But you just said
the shoe company
isn't the corrupt enterprise.

They're linked,
and the law says

that the State
can take any property

affording a source
of influence over
the corrupt enterprise.

I know you'll do
the right thing.

Now, this is the crepe.
It comes in black,
brown, ecru, sage and...

Mr. Taggert,
put down the shoe.

Now, is this
really necessary?

You're under arrest
for enterprise corruption.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Yes, I have one.
He was expecting this.

I'll be back in two hours.
Ask Naomi to show you
the simulated lizard.

When you get back,
Mr. Taggert,
you'll be reporting to him.

Hi. Jerold Spector.

The court has appointed him
provisional receiver
of your assets,

pending their forfeiture
upon your conviction.

Forfeiture?
I have 16 employees.

The officers here
will safeguard
the integrity of your assets.

No payment will be made
on any account

without the approval
of Mr. Spector.

How am I supposed
to stay in business?

You know what?
I don't think
you're supposed to.

They're here.

Well, I hope
you're happy, McCoy.

Should I be?

It's only been a week
and already I'm laying
people off.

That bean counter
that you sent in
won't authorize

ordinary business expenses.

All you have to do is
prove they won't go
to your fugitive daughter.

She's not hiding
in the Lucky Shoe Factory
in Shanghai.

How do we know that?

Look, Shelly did not
kill that girl.

Then she has nothing to fear
by returning to stand trial.

We're on her trail anyway,
Mr. Taggert.

The Swiss police
just found her last hotel.

And with Mr. Spector
on your back,

she must be getting damn
close to being evicted
from her new one.

She'll be arrested any day.
Then she'll be extradited.

What if she comes back
on her own?

She gets a fair trial.

I drop this charge
against you.
Mr. Spector goes home.

Did you tell all that
to the grand jury, Mr. McCoy?

You can use my phone.

Call her.

"Case number 69842.
People v. Shelly Taggert.

"Charge is Murder
in the Second Degree."

Plea?

Not guilty.

Ms. Kincaid?

The defendant operated
a prostitution business,
Your Honor.

She's charged
with killing one
of her prostitutes.

So that's her?
Welcome home, Ms. Taggert.

Given that
she fled the country
to avoid arrest,

the People request
she be held without bail.

My client
returned voluntarily
to clear her name.

Voluntarily,
because she was broke
and about to be arrested.

We make our own beds
around here. She fled once,
bail is denied.

"Co-ed hooker hooked."

What were
these girls thinking?

They should
have been applying
to graduate schools.

They say
they wanted the money.

Maybe they thought
it was some kind of thrill.

Plus, they got
to thumb their noses
at conventional morality.

And replaced it
with what?

There is a school
of thought

that if a woman owns
her own body for recreation
and procreation,

she also has
the right to sell it.

And where is
that school located?

Anyway, Shelly Taggert
wasn't selling her own body.

She sold other women's.

Fortunately for you,
the jury's going to hate her.

We can also prove that
she argued with the victim

on the day she was killed,

a cameo from the victim's neck
ended up in her desk drawer.

Wounds from
the victim's neck

match the cameo's band
like it was ripped off.

She killed her
for the cameo?

I don't know,

and I don't need to know.

This is a madam
killing a prostitute.

It happens with pimps
and streetwalkers
on 11th Avenue all the time.

You're saying these girls
are no different?

Oh, I'm sure
they liked to think they were.

Shelly Taggert still says
she didn't do it.

To us. But what do you think
she said to her father

when he helped her
skip out?

That she had to take off
for Switzerland
in the dead of night

because the ski runs
were melting?

I never said that
I just came home
and found my daughter gone.

I've been honest
that I helped her.

Then you must
have discussed
why she was going.

We did. But it had
nothing to do
with Bridget's murder.

But you knew about the murder.
She knew about the murder.

We discussed
the police investigation
of prostitution.

She was afraid
she'd be arrested.

Even though the police
had told her

that they weren't
interested in those charges?

I don't know what
the police told her.

She did.

It doesn't matter
what the police said.

Shelly was scared.
She was embarrassed.

Mr. Taggert,
it takes an awful lot

to embarrass your daughter,
doesn't it?

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Taggert, didn't
your daughter tell you
that she wanted to flee

because she'd killed
Bridget Kaylin?No.

Are you sure you're not
lying to protect her?

I wouldn't do that.

No. You'd send her
to Europe,

you'd spend
thousands of dollars,
you'd risk your business

but you wouldn't lie?

I work for a company
that operates 17 stores.

Lot of shoe vendors
want our business.

I guess Mr. Taggert
felt the need
to treat me well.

And that included
providing you
with prostitutes?

He had some girls
in a hospitality suite
at a footwear show.

Including Bridget Kaylin?

Yes.

Did you see her
after that first occasion?

Yes. I liked her.

Mr. Taggert gave me
the number to call
to arrange more dates.

The girl
who answered the phone
set them up.

Who was that girl,
Mr. Freeman?

Well, I realized
it was Shelly,
Mr. Taggert's daughter.

So this was a full-service
family business?

He provided the shoes,
his daughter
provided her friends.

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Freeman, are you sure
that the woman

who set up your dates
with Bridget Kaylin
was Shelly Taggert?

Yes. I knew her

from when I had gotten her
a summer sales job

once at her
father's request.

She quit after two weeks.

She preferred
selling Bridget Kaylin?

Objection.

Sustained.

That's enough, Mr. McCoy.

When did you see her last?

A few weeks
before she was killed.

I had been trying to see her.
I called her directly.

But she said
she wouldn't be making
any more dates.

Did you ever discuss
that fact with the defendant?

Yes. I called Shelly
to make some
other arrangement.

I told her
Bridget was quitting.

Shelly got very angry,
but she said
I shouldn't worry.

She'd take care of it.

I only meant that
I'd get him somebody else.

Another prostitute?

Yes.

I just started
this whole thing
to help my father.

I knew what was going on
at those trade shows

with his clients
and those escorts,

and I knew
they were trouble,
they stole.

So you volunteered
to help out?

I knew what Bridget
and her friends were doing.
I told my father.

We've heard testimony
that you and she argued

the day she was killed.

Yeah, about her
borrowing my outfits
and not returning them.

We fought like little girls
about clothes. It was stupid.
It was nothing.

Did you see Bridget
the night she was killed?

No.

Then how did your fingerprints
come to be on her study desk?

We used to study
in the stacks together
all the time.

I used to sit
at that desk sometimes.

Did you ever see
your father in the library?

Yes. He would sometimes
come and meet me
and Bridget,

and then take us
for a drink.

He met her through me.

Did he have any trouble
getting into the stacks?

He's an alumnus.
He has a card.

I see.

What about
Bridget's cameo?

How did that come to be
in the apartment
you shared with your father?

My father brought it there.
He told me...

Approach, Your Honor.

There's only one place
the witness can be
going with this.

So? Let's hear
her testimony.

If Mr. McCoy
has an objection,
he can make it then.

After she accuses
her father
of this murder?

Once that bell is rung,
I can't unring it.

I want an offer of proof
before she says another word.

I'll see the lawyers
and Ms. Taggert
in my chambers. Now.

It's a desperate act
by the defendant

to manufacture
reasonable doubt.

There is no evidence
to support the allegation.

That's what we're here
to determine, Mr. McCoy.

Is it in fact your intention,
Ms. Taggert,

to accuse your father
of this murder?

He told me
he killed Bridget.

Did he tell you why?

Not really.

I know he was having
an affair with her.

If you don't mind,
I'll ask you
to wait outside.

It's not credible.

Isn't that
for the jury
to decide?

Assuming this affair
even happened,

it's not evidence
that he committed murder.

He confessed to her, Jack.
That's evidence,

and it's supported
by your evidence,

the cameo was found
in his apartment.

An affair gone south
would establish motive.

It's a nice story.
Why don't we just blame it
on some random black man,

or a Colombian drug dealer?

Because they didn't do it.

Says Ms. Taggert.
Her father's alleged
confession is hearsay.

It's an admission.

To a defendant.

So it's only admissible
if the person

who supposedly
made it is dead,

out of the jurisdiction,
or refuses to testify

on the ground
of self-incrimination.

Mr. Taggert's alive,

and I just saw him
five minutes ago
in the courtroom.

Are you expecting, Ms. Shore,

that Mr. Taggert
will take the Fifth
if called to testify?

I'll have to talk to him.

He's a prosecution witness.

Now he's a potential
defense witness.

I have a right
to interview him

without big brother
looking over my shoulder.

Given this defendant's
flair for surprises,

I think the People should hear
what Mr. Taggert has to say

at the same time
the defense does.

I hope you feel rewarded
for all your sacrifices,
Mr. Taggert.

Your daughter says
you're a murderer.

I've advised my client
to remain silent.

Just what your daughter
wants you to do.

I know you've always
indulged her, sir,

but isn't this a little much,
even for you?

Mr. McCoy,
you are here to listen,
not to badger.

Well, I'm not
hearing anything.

I have nothing to say.

If you take the Fifth,
your daughter will have
plenty to say.

Mr. Taggert,

is it your intent to take
the Fifth Amendment

if asked if you killed
Bridget Kaylin?

Yes.

Fine. We're done here.

I'm not.

What about
your alleged affair
with Bridget Kaylin, sir?

That's not covered
by the Fifth.

That lasted for six months.

I took her to Saint Barts.
I bought that cameo.

There are witnesses.

Satisfied, Mr. McCoy?

No.

What floor of the library
was Bridget Kaylin on

when she was killed,
Mr. Taggert?

Just tell me that,
and I'll believe you.

I plead the Fifth.

I was home that night,
studying,
when my father came in.

He was very upset.

How could you tell?

He didn't say hi.

He just poured a drink

and then he started to cry.

What did he say?

He had just had
a fight with Bridget,

she wanted to
break up with him.
She said he was too old.

He grabbed and pushed her.

And it was an accident,
but she was dead.

Did he have this cameo,
People's Exhibit 11,
with him?

Yes.

He said he grabbed
Bridget by it and it
broke off in his hand.

He didn't even realize
he had it
until he got home.

If it was an accident,

why didn't he turn himself
over to the police?

He said he was afraid
they'd investigate

and find out
about the prostitution.

He didn't want me
to get in trouble.

He was only
thinking about me.

Thank you.

If your father killed
Bridget Kaylin,

why were you the one
who fled the country?

I told you,
he didn't want me
to get in trouble.

Over the nonexistent
prostitution charges?

I didn't think
that they were nonexistent.

I never thought
I'd be arrested for murder.

It wasn't murder anyway.

He didn't mean
to kill her.

And he didn't mean
to take the cameo with him?

No.Even though
he gave it to her?

You're sure he didn't
want to get it back?

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

I'll rephrase.
You're sure you didn't
want it back?

Why would I?

I don't know.

Why did it wind up
in your desk drawer?

I was hiding it.

I thought it might be
used for evidence.

I wanted to protect
my father.

You and he are close,
aren't you?

Yes.

Being so close,

how did you feel
about your father

giving expensive jewelry
to Bridget Kaylin?

It was none
of my business.

But she was
your business.

How did you feel
about your father

getting involved
with one of your whores?

Why are you doing this?

I didn't kill her.
And he didn't mean to.

She fell
and she hit her head.

You're sure about that,
aren't you?

Yes.Because you were there!

Because you pushed her!

No. He told me.

He told me.
I'm sorry, Daddy.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The defendant will rise.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

murder in the second degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Shelly Taggert, not guilty.

The defendant
is dismissed.
Court is adjourned.

Thanks, Daddy.

I'm afraid your celebration
ends now, Mr. Taggert.

You're arresting me
for murder?

I would if I thought
you were guilty.

Barry Taggert,
you're under arrest
for enterprise corruption.

You have the right
to remain silent...

You dropped all that
when I brought her back.

That was before
you took part
in this charade.

Daddy, I'll go
get your lawyer.

That's nice of you,
Ms. Taggert.

Your father's business
is gone, he's going to prison.

It's all right, honey.JACK: Sure.

If she's half as good to you
as you've been to her,
maybe she'll visit.

Daddy, you know I will.