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Narrator: 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.

Attendant: Must've
been a good party.

All parties are good after
12:00 and before 3:00.

Woman: You think
Sara-Louise drinks too much?

You were counting?

Just jealous.

I can't touch a drop if we're
really going to start trying.

You really want to?

Don't you?

As long as I don't have
to do the 2:00 feeding.

Honey, the flowers.

My brother, he said ain't no
woman good enough for him.

Including his wife.

Attendant: It came
from the garage.

Can she talk?
Yeah, at the hospital.

Yeah, the good citizens
outside, they heard screams.

And they fell all over each
other trying to help, right?

Robbery?

Her purse was empty
and his wallet's gone.

It's probably in a
garbage can a block away.

ID? Car registration.

Ralston, Janet, Alan.

They live a block away.

In the stairwell. Crack pipe.

Still warm. Witnesses?

32 of them, all blind.

Car like that? Should've
bought a clunker,

spent the money on
a better neighborhood.

Or one at least more
than a half a block

from a police precinct.

Those people, how
much paper they got?

A couple of hundred grand?

I was them, I'd
have me a driver.

You don't even have a car.

If I had a car.

And if I did, it
wouldn't be no Lincoln.

Ladies, you see anybody at all?

No, I ain't hear nothing,
I ain't seen nothing.

That's what she's
good at... nothing.

Man: He was black. A kid.

Came out that door running.

Max: You get a look at him?

The designated driver

says he saw a kid.

How many fingers?

Three.

Doctor: Mrs. Ralston
was very lucky.

Lucky? She lost her husband.

Let's say her children
were lucky then.

At least she's still around.

When can we get a
description from her?

As soon as she
wakes up, I would think.

So the wounds
weren't serious then?

A defense wound to the forearm

one to the left gluteus maximus.

Last year, Janet was
mugged. Central Park.

Ardsley, Hastings... she wanted
to move somewhere up the Hudson.

Someplace with a backyard.

The city's no place to
raise a family anymore.

Just last week I was
getting their finances in order.

They wanted to move
before the third kid.

Alan's mother.

I called...

I called Denise, the babysitter.

She's taking care of the kids.

You were with the
children last night, ma'am?

Those poor babies.

Without Alan...

Excuse me.

Mr. Himes,

could you get a list of the
stuff they were carrying?

Jewelry, credit cards...

I'll have it to you first
thing in the morning.

$50,000...

For information leading
to the arrest and conviction

of whoever killed Alan Ralston.

I'll have my lawyer notify
the papers in the morning.

50 grand.

If that's what it
took to get a killer,

they'd get rid of us
and use our salaries

as rewards.

Couldn't look worse.

Max: It could've happened
in front of the precinct.

Half a block away. Two cops.

Logan: They don't issue
telepathy with badges.

Oh really? Well, I'm telepathic,

and this is the
message I'm sending...

I don't like looking like
a freaking incompetent.

The message I'm getting
is that we're at a dead end.

30 people on the street.

The only good citizen to
come forward is a wino.

Then you squeeze him
for everything he's got.

Then you interview everybody
who was on the street that night,

then you interview everybody
who lives on the street...

Are you getting the picture?

Shelters...

rather sleep on the street.

Company's better.

No room service, though.

Him. Maybe.

Yup, same guy. Twice.

Max: Willie Tivnan.

You want to buy me a drink?

Mr. Tivnan has a
scar on his thumb.

Cut himself deep once.

Logan: One thing crack
stems are good for...

Clear prints.

9mm.

Marks on the shell casing
says it's probably a Beretta.

Fancy gun for the street.

My guess? He didn't
go to Italy to buy it.

Willie got an armed robbery?

Twice with knives, Plead
down to misdemeanors.

Breaking and entering,
Four hotel burglaries.

Hotels? Now we know
where he got the Beretta.

Nothing with guns.

Four juvenile
detention facilities...

Sing Sing, Attica...

Hey, at least Willie visits
all the best vacation spots.

The last three busts
popped at the same location.

Let's go book him another trip.

Did she call?

Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Man: Sully, wait up there!

"Principles of
Eastern Philosophy."

How much?

Man, I didn't know
cops could read.

I can read a rap sheet, Willie.

Just words, man.
That's all I sell.

Magazines and books.

Law says you can sell them
on the street without a license.

What were you selling
Saturday night, Willie?

Man...

Hey, man, what are you doing?

Man: Watch out, man!

Hey, you jerk!

Your car, Willie.

Willie: A garage?

Man, I ain't got no wheels.
What am I gonna park in there,

except my butt?

Your fingerprints.

The ones you left
on the crack pipe

that you left in the garage.

Okay, man, look, I
was there, all right?

But see, I was just
smoking, that's all.

Where'd you get the Beretta?

Man, I told...

I hear somebody
coming down, right?

I figure it's the Rican.

But then I hear shots.

You know, one, then
two more. Bam! Bam!

So what, you going to arrest me?

Better get me a lawyer.

Janet: Alan was coming
around the front of the car

to open my door.

I got out of the car,

I gave him a kiss.

I noticed there were some
flowers in the back seat.

I asked him to get the flowers.

He opened the back door.

He was looking for
something in his pocket.

He said, "Did you lock it?"

The car, he meant.

I turned to look...

He went towards the stairwell.

The door opened.

A man came out...

Black.

I didn't see a gun.

I heard the shot...

saw the look on Alan's
face, like he'd been punched.

Look at these carefully.

Janet: Number three.

I don't...

Logan: Take your time.

Or number five.

Thank you.

Cragen: They're still
crawling out of the woodwork.

Eight mugging victims and the
paper's only been out for four hours.

They all give positive IDs?

Logan's finishing
up the last one now.

The first seven... If
Willie didn't do them,

he's got a twin.

Number eight, same
MO. Six-inch switchblade.

What?

This kid, he never
killed anybody,

and his MO uses a knife.

What, he was in there smoking
crack, but he didn't kill Ralston?

We don't tie him to a
gun, we got no case.

We don't arraign him,
he's out in 48 hours

and we'll never see him again.

Call the DA.

Judge: Willie Tivnan.

The charges are murder
in the second degree,

attempted murder, and
assault in the first degree.

Does the defendant
wish to enter a plea?

Not guilty.

The defendant is indigent,
Ms. Strickland, is that right?

Yes, Your Honor. The
Public Defender's office

feels strongly that
the facts in the case

do not warrant these charges.
Without an indictment...

Your Honor, we feel
there's sufficient evidence.

Also, the defendant
has previous convictions,

and has missed two
previous court appearances.

He has two violent
felonies, Your Honor,

one of them a homicide.

And the defendant has
no known residence.

Bail is set at $100,000.

Next case.

Clerk: Docket number 9462-A...

Where's your boss? You think
he shows up for the arraignment

of every two-bit crackhead
who's dead-bang guilty?

No one's dead-bang guilty
until the verdict comes in.

Look, I talked to Tivnan.

He's copped to
the eight muggings.

He did those, he admits it.

But he didn't kill Ralston.

Come on, Elizabeth, come on.

You don't have a positive
ID from Janet Ralston.

He doesn't use guns.

Stone's not going
to deal on this one.

The public doesn't like
getting killed coming home.

I do this a lot.

This kid's telling the truth.

I hope for your
sake you're wrong,

'cause everybody else on
Manhattan Island thinks he did it.

Wrapped up.

Another killer off the streets.

Hey, Max,

we'll find the gun.

Willie Tivnan's got a rap sheet

as long as the
"Encyclopedia Britannica."

And no mention

of him ever using a gun.

You just think I'm wrong
because I'm sure I'm right.

You think...

I think that he's a
streetwise little kid...

Who shot two people for
the price of a couple of grams.

Who knows the difference
between mugging and murder.

When Marie was mugged, you
know on the East Side last year,

what was the first
thing that I did?

You picked up your
gun and went looking.

Think. You been mugged.

Your wallet's gone.
After you call the cops,

the first thing you do is what?

Willie shoots the Ralstons,

cleans out her purse,
takes his wallet...

Sells the credit cards.

It's been three days,

but not word one from the banks.

Nobody's used the Ralston cards.

Didn't even try.

An ad in "The Times
Sunday Magazine."

A 10-room house,

good schools.

Alan always said we
weren't the kind of people

who lived in the suburbs.

What kind of people
live in the suburbs?

The kind that are still alive.

The night it happened...

Alan was coming around
the front of the car...

To open my door.

I got out of the car,

I gave him a kiss.

I noticed there were some
flowers in the back seat.

I asked him to get the flowers.

He opened the door.

He was looking for
something in his pocket.

He said, "Did you lock it?"

I turned to look,

he went towards the stairwell.

A man came out...

He was black.

I didn't see a gun.

I heard the shot,

and I saw Alan's face.

He looked like
he'd been punched.

You know, that's amazing.

She repeated
her story perfectly.

Yeah, word for word.

You know, I took the kids to
Duchess Stables last weekend...

I hate horseback riding.
Scares the hell out of me.

Scary for the horse, too.

You know...

I last in the saddle
maybe two, three minutes.

I get off, I can't
remember one second.

Her husband gets
shot, she gets shot,

she sees the black guy, gets
scared, she remembers every second.

I know cops been
in shooting cases,

lucky if they can remember
their badge number.

Willie: I didn't take no ring.

Logan: And the wallet?
Willie: I didn't take no wallet.

Come on, where did you
unload the credit cards?

Look, the light
went off and I ran.

Light?

Yeah, in the stairs. That's
why I couldn't find my stem.

Okay, Willie, one
more time, real slow.

You light up a rock... Right.
The lights went off in the stairwell,

and then, you know,
bang, bang... shots.

I ran.

Willie, you may just
have bought yourself

a ticket out of here.

The light went out, huh?

Where's the switch?

I think Willie's
jerking us around.

See if it screws in.

Whoa! That's my foot.

How may killers does
it take to screw in...

Take the bulb, huh?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, thanks.

Nothing on Janet.

Mr. Himes, the Ralston's
financial advisor?

Public lewdness.

He a kinko?

Last January he's coming
down the Saw-mill, 11:00 at night,

stops at the toll booth.

He's half-naked and some
woman's got her head in his lap.

She was probably napping.

He's in the automatic
lane, tosses a token.

Guy in the next booth
looks over, sees him,

he calls a cop.

PO'd because they didn't
drive through his booth.

State trooper stops
them, issues a warning,

but makes out a report.

Janet Ralston.

Brenda Smith.

Cop describes Brenda.

Brenda sounds a lot like Janet.

And guess what?

I can hardly wait.

The car. The Ralston's?

That big shiny

1989 Lincoln Town Car.

Cragen: Reopen
the case? I love this.

I really love this.

Just before Willie ran,
he said the lights went out.

In his brain.

The bulb. We got there
today, it was still unscrewed.

So? Willie got a
reason to lie about this?

So?

Logan: Look, there were
two sets of prints on that bulb.

One of them... Gil Himes.

Janet Ralston was shot twice.

So you're telling me

that Gil Himes shot her husband,

then shot her twice, and
now she's covering for him?

She's out of the hospital. I
want to put everything on hold

and just stick to her.

On a hunch?

On a hunch that Gil Himes

doesn't change light
bulbs on his day off.

It's not even Himes' garage.

There's no possible explanation

for his prints
being on that bulb.

Anybody finds out
we break this case

and then want to unbreak it...

Somebody wanted
that hallway dark.

Three days, and
you don't tell anybody.

You're going to be happy
you did this, Captain.

No, I'm not.

Good boy. Good boy.

Weather report.

Cloudy. No rain.

Last 24 hours, she's
been to the butcher,

the florist, the greengrocer.

The dry cleaner's,
the beauty parlor,

and she took the kids to school.

Leads a rich and
full life, this lady.

Logan: Male visitors?
No visitors. Period.

A regular nun.

And Detective
Vitello should know.

He worships me.

He thinks I might be
able to raise the dead.

You two do this
routine every shift?

Only on stakeouts.

Cragen: No, Max, no more time.

Two days.

How does this sound?

Widow, two kids,
victim of a horrible crime,

and the police department
spends 2000 bucks a day

to find out when
she goes to the can.

You want to read that
in tomorrow's "Post"?

One day.

What's it going to buy?

Maybe it'll buy me
a good night's sleep.

One freakin' day.

Cragen: What? Hold on.

They're together.
Hamstead Hotel.

What's she doing?
It's four hours.

Serving him Clams Casino?

Looks like he ate well.

Let's pick him up. No, no, no.

I want to talk to her first.

Mrs. Ralston.

Excuse me.

Could you help us
out here, Mrs. Ralston?

Mr. Himes was in
the garage that night.

He got home late.

Logan: You know what I think?

I think you and Mr. Himes
are having an affair.

I think your boyfriend
shot your husband.

I think the DA is
going to charge you

as an accessory to the crime.

I think you're too
smart not to cooperate.

Oh God.

I was having an affair,

but I broke it off.

Something must...

have happened, because
he got really enraged

and he snapped.

He came after Alan and I,

and he shot us.

Judge: The charges are
murder in the second degree

and assault in the first degree.

Does the defendant
wish to enter a plea?

Lawyer: Your Honor, if we may,

we question whether the
prosecutor's information

merits our client being held.

Mr. Shell, you got to the
door, but you didn't knock.

If you're questioning
the merits,

does that mean
you want a hearing?

No. No, Your Honor.

Then let's have the
defendant enter a plea.

Mr. Himes?

Not guilty.

Shell: Your Honor, Mr. Himes

is a substantial member
of the community,

and has no criminal record.
We ask that he be released on...

If you're suggesting
"own recognizance,"

the answer is no.

This is two felonies,

one of them a homicide.

Mr. Stone?

We'd like to guarantee
Mr. Himes appears, Your Honor.

Bail is set at $200,000.

Cash or bond.

Murder in the second
degree, Stone?

You have to show the
public you go after the rich?

Your client killed
in cold blood...

I don't care if he's homeless
or owns Grand Central Station.

You get murder two from
the grand jury... it's abusive.

Under extreme
emotional disturbance,

you're lucky if you get
manslaughter two, and you know it.

Emotionally disturbed do
not plan as well as Himes did.

It's a crime of passion, Stone.

Pure and simple.

A crime of passion
is never pure,

and it's certainly not simple.

Gil was like the...

guys I dated in college.

The ones you didn't marry?

The ones you met

after your respectable
dates dropped you off.

How long had this been going on?

Do we have to go into this?

Mrs. Ralston, you're going to
be a witness against Mr. Himes.

Three months.

I loved Alan.

I didn't want to
throw that away.

How did Mr. Himes
react when you told him?

He said he understood.

Why did you lie to the police?

He tried to kill me.

I was afraid.

He was crazy, irrational.

He looked at me like he
didn't even know who I was.

He was...

a completely changed person.

The Ralstons?

The night of our party
they were getting along fine.

Until he wanted
to leave. Dorothy.

12:00 he wants to go home.

Janet says she's
having too good a time.

Milton: Dorothy. Dorothy:
2:30, the queen wants to leave.

Alan's got a second wind.

She dragged him out of here
like she had a plane to catch.

You never liked her.

That's because
she's a bitch, darling.

But I always liked him.

The evening ran
on Janet's schedule.

He wants to go, she says no.

She wants to go, they leave.

Stone: She had an appointment.

Run a gun check
on Himes and Janet.

Registration,
out-of-state sales.

It's still thin. Make it
stronger, make it fit.

I want a conviction
on this. On who?

The only one on
trial here is Himes.

But I'd love to get her too.

A little blood-lust, Adam?

You ever look at a calendar?

Oh, next year's
an election year.

It's easy to buy a gun, it means
they don't have a lot of paperwork.

A state requires
a lot of paperwork,

then it's not so
easy to buy a gun.

We need a place,
no waiting time,

but where they still
keep accurate records.

That leaves Kentucky, Delaware,

Tennessee, Virginia,

North Carolina.

That's it?

Logan: We strike out
with those, we're in trouble.

Maybe we can get
Himes' credit card stubs,

her credit cards stubs,

going back a year,
year and a half.

Business trips, vacations...
did they hit any of those states?

The guy offered
a $50,000 reward.

Crime of passion.

Short of a mob killing,
I'm beginning to think

this is the most dispassionate
murder I've ever seen.

That hump Himes...

Acting like their Dutch uncle,

helping the Ralston's
look for a new house,

checking out the schools
in the suburbs for the kids,

clearing the decks
for their new baby.

One hell of a financial advisor.

What about their finances?

This woman, right?
Smart looking broad.

She comes in here five,
six, seven times a day.

Each time with a different guy.

Turns out she's using the
booth over there to turn tricks.

And when we
caught her, she said,

"Hey, it's a hell of a lot
cheaper than a hotel."

Find what you're looking for?

Woman: There are standards,

but it's up to the
individual insurance agent.

Just tell me about
the standards.

Before the new
policy was issued,

the Ralstons already had
$2 million in life insurance.

All on him.

Two million?

Most couples now,
they also insure the wife.

Her role costs money to replace.

Child care, housekeeping.

Not the Ralstons.

What about the new policy?

An additional three million.

Let's say that's...

borderline excessive.

So the agent shouldn't
have written it?

The agent should've
wondered what was going on.

On top of the personal,

four million more paid
for by the business.

Is that unusual?

Not if the partners
are collecting.

Alan Ralston's beneficiary?

His wife.

This wasn't life
insurance, it was the lottery.

Mrs. Ralston hits
the right number?

She collects nine million.

What does it look like to you?

Looks to me like
Himes was interested

in seeing Ralston over insured.

After Janet broke his
heart, cut off the affair?

That guy is a
positive humanitarian.

Candidate for Best
Friend of the Year.

What if she didn't
break off the affair?

Nope, got nothing
on the girl. The gun?

We got word from Kentucky,
Tennessee, Delaware

and North Carolina. No luck.

And that leaves?

We'd better get
lucky with Virginia.

A year ago, right after
Janet was mugged.

Richmond, Virginia.

Tracy's Field and Sports Shop.

A sporting gun?

If you're hunting people.

Beretta model 94, blowback
semi-automatic. 9mm.

Sold to Himes, Gilbert?

And not to Ralston,
Janet, either.

Ralston, Alan?

They stick to their stories,
the worst we get him for

is maybe man two.

She still gets a walk.

She's already set up a
diminished capacity defense for him.

She said he looked crazy.

Stone: You used Alan's
gun, didn't you, Mr. Himes?

I love Janet Ralston.

Shell: You want to talk a deal?

I want to talk guns.
How'd you get the Beretta?

Did she give it to
you before the party?

No more questions, Stone,

till you put a
proposal on the table.

He rolls on Mrs. Ralston, comes up
with some evidence, manslaughter one.

That's not a proposal.

That's an insult!

Come on, Gil.

Himes really does love her.

Maybe he loves
manslaughter two more.

We don't find out
how it went down,

we may have to offer it to him.

Then let's find out
how it went down.

Max: Let's start over, Willie.

Look, how many
times I got to tell you?

Max: The lights
go out, then what?

I hear a scream, then a shot.

Right after the lights went
out? Huh-uh, same time.

Run that past me again.

Look, the lights
went off. I hear a shot.

The door opens, what,
a couple seconds later?

I hear two more shots, I
get the hell out of there.

If the light was out, how do
you know the door opened?

'Cause light came
in from the garage.

After the first shot?

Am I talking too fast?
That's what I said.

Lights off, then bang.

Door opens, bang, bang.

Logan: Willie fires up a rock,

the light goes out.

The first shot came
before the door opened.

Then the door opens,
then there's two more shots.

But if it's Himes coming
down the stairs, and it is,

he goes to the light...

He unscrews it.

Stone: He hasn't
opened the door yet.

A gun goes off.

So who shot Alan Ralston?

Max: Is Willie a
good enough witness?

Good enough for me.

Pick her up.

Janet Ralston,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Alan Ralston.

You have the right
to remain silent

and refuse to answer questions.

Anything you do say may be
used against you in a court of law...

Stone: So you're saying

the first shot came
before the door opened.

Mm-hmm. Lights out, bang.

Then door opens.

But after the lights went
out, a couple of seconds later,

another two shots. Bang, bang.

Thank you. No further
questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Tivnan...

What were you doing on
the stairs of the garage?

Smoking crack.

Uh-huh.

Your habit,

how much does it cost?

$200 a day.

Oh.

Do you have a job, Mr. Tivnan?

Objection, Your
Honor, his employment

has nothing to do
with his testimony.

Mr. Tivnan's state of
mind is at issue here.

Overruled. The
witness will answer.

I sell books, magazines
on the streets.

Does that pay for
your crack habit?

People do a lot of reading.

Thank you, Mr. Tivnan.

In your autopsy, you examined

the entrance wound
on Mr. Ralston's body?

Yes, I did. What
were your findings?

Light powder burns
on Mr. Ralston's tux

indicated the gun
had fired at a distance

of approximately three feet.

The bullet entered Mr. Ralston
at the bottom of the Thorax.

It traveled upward. It
pierced his right lung

and then entered his heart.

From that
description, Mr. Borak,

can you tell the height of
the person who fired the gun?

Yes, I could. From the
angle of the bullet's entry,

The person who shot
him would have to be

no taller than 5'6".

In other words, someone
shorter than Mr. Ralston.

Yes, that's right.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

If I told you the floor
of that garage slopes,

would that affect
your estimation

of the height of the
gunman you described?

Yes, yes, it would.
Good. It slopes.

So it's possible Mr. Ralston
was shot by a 6' man

standing at the bottom
of a sloping floor?

Yes, that is
possible... Thank you.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Mrs. Stark, this was
some months ago.

Do you remember the Ralstons?

Yes. They were a nice
looking couple on vacation.

Just come from the mountains.

Did Mr. Ralston know what
kind of gun he wanted to buy?

He didn't know
anything about guns,

so I showed him some
nice personal weapons.

And he picked one out?

The missus, she kept telling him

that they had to have it.

He told her he did not
want the gun in the house...

That one of the kids might
get his head blown off.

She kept reminding him

that she had been
mugged on the street.

So Mr. Ralston didn't
want to buy a gun?

No, it was Mrs. Ralston

who was all steamed up.

She insisted that
he buy the Beretta.

Thank you. No further questions.

It's your meeting.

Himes battered Mrs.
Ralston emotionally,

but she never believed
him when he said he would

kill her and her husband.

After he shot you, Mrs. Ralston,

you didn't go to the police.

I told you... I was frightened.

The only thing Mrs.
Ralston might've done wrong

was to mention where
Mr. Ralston kept his gun.

Nevertheless,

we will plead criminal
facilitation four,

conspiracy five,

and she'll testify
against Mr. Himes.

You got to be kidding.

This lady's on trial for murder.

You're offering us
two misdemeanors?

I don't joke about plea
bargains, Mr. Stone.

If you want to think
about manslaughter one

we might have
something to talk about.

Well, I guess we have
nothing to talk about.

They're not biting. She doesn't
think we can convince a jury.

Then plea it out at man
two. A slap on the wrist?

Since when's two
acquittals better than one?

Take one more run at
them. Don't blow this.

I'll take man two.

Stone: Mr. Himes, she's
getting ready to burn you.

That testimony about
how tall the gunman was?

Your lover's lawyer
is trying to make it

look like you
pulled the trigger.

Janet's lawyer
was trying to prove

neither of us did it.

Listen to this.
This is a transcript

from one of the interviews of Mrs.
Ralston after you were arrested.

"I loved Gil Himes, but he
turned out to be weak and pathetic.

The only solution he
found to his unhappiness

was to get a gun."

That's how she depicts you.

You're playing a
bad hand, Mr. Himes,

and the dealer's crooked.

Suppose the murder
weapon should...

happen to turn up?

Mr. Himes,

you are now skirting
obstruction of justice.

Don't push it, Stone.
He said "suppose."

And he's on trial for murder.

Suppose we add obstruction?

Suppose you never get the gun?

Manslaughter one.

You'll lose.

That jury will never convict.

True love.

They'd sell each
other for a nickel.

Give Victor Norris a call.

You said you had
something we'd want to hear?

Rumor... Mr. Himes is thinking

of producing the murder weapon.

Auction block. Going, going...

Two misdemeanors, and
she'll take a year in jail.

Manslaughter
one, going, going...

No way.

Gone.

You don't scare me, Mr. Stone.

Oh, yes, I do, Mrs. Ralston.

I scare you a great
deal. And I should.

There's another offer on
the table from Mrs. Ralston.

This is an idiotic game.

She's up from two
misdemeanors to jail time.

We'll take manslaughter two.

You'll have to do
better than that.

Manslaughter one, he
produces the weapon,

and he tells the jury
how he planned it.

Whoever gets to my door first.

You know why we're here.

You can't do this, Stone.

Last chance, ladies
and gentlemen.

You've got nothing.

Manslaughter one.

Sold.

You damn fool!

We would've been acquitted.

They've got nothing.

God, you are a pathetic, limp...

Oh God!

You are a such a gutless...!

Himes: She came
to me with the plan.

Stone: What did
Mrs. Ralston suggest?

Himes: She would tell
Alan she had been mugged...

Would force him to buy a gun.

Was there more to the plan?

Yes.

She told me I would
have to shoot her, too.

I said, "What?"

She said I would shoot her...

after she shot him.

Stone: On the night
of the shootings,

did the plan go awry?

I was supposed to be
there before she shot Alan.

But he saw the gun in her hand,

so she had to shoot him...

before he came
into the stairwell.

Who shot Mrs. Ralston?

I did.

Is this gun, marked
"People's Exhibit 26,"

the one you used the
night of the shootings?

Yes.

Now, Mr. Himes,
please tell the jury...

what happened...

after Mrs. Ralston
talked to the police

at the Hamstead Hotel.

She called me... Janet
called me from a payphone.

Told me I was
going to be arrested

and I should go along with it.

I said she was going
to hang us both.

Stone: What were
her exact words?

She said, "You
dumb son of a bitch.

You'll get manslaughter two.

Minimum sentence.
Out in a third.

Less than two years."

"We'll have each other,"

she said.

"And the money."

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

On the first count
of the indictment,

the charge of murder
in the second degree,

how does the jury find?

We find the defendant guilty.

Judge: On the second
count of the indictment,

conspiracy in the first degree,

how does the jury find?

We find the defendant guilty.

Janet Ralston's planning
to sue her lawyer.

She doesn't quit.

You reach any conclusions?

I'm trying to forget her.

Two men in love with her.

Kills one, ready to
sell out the other.

What is it? Greed? Power?

Evil?

I thought you
didn't believe in evil.

I never met Janet
Ralston before.

She's either evil or
she's two years old.

She wants what she
wants when she wants it.

That's cute.