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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.

Here you go.

Thanks.

It's up to 26 mill this week.

They're selling
10,000 tickets a minute,

and today, Isaac
picks to oversleep.

You forgot the milk.
Yeah, yeah, right.

Oh, look at that, will you?

You know, Isaac's
never been this late.

They should've
never traded this guy.

He damn near led the
league last year in Philly.

He couldn't hit lefties in Shea.

I'm gonna go check this out.

Maybe Isaac's in there, he
just forgot to turn on the lights.

Jimmy!

Corner of 12th and
Elizabeth! We got an EMU!

We need an EMU here immediately!

Back door's open.

Forced? Nope.

Anyone coming in or going out?

Not through the front door, no.

How close were you looking?

We were waiting right
outside for him to open.

Place was locked up.

Cash register's clean.

His name's Isaac...
Solnick... Skolnick.

Real nice guy. Russian.

Hell of a "Welcome to America."

Doctor: An acute
subdural hematoma.

That's bleeding
around the brain.

The pressure
gets built up. Fatal?

Eh, five to two against.

Then again, I bet
heavy on Oakland.

We'll have to drill holes to
make sure it doesn't go pop.

When will Mr. Skolnick
be able to talk to us?

Couple to three
days if we're lucky.

I'm doing another CAT
scan this afternoon.

If we're unlucky?

Intercrainial damage, brain
edema, spastic hemiplegia.

Never.

Every morning around 5:30.

Logan: What about this
morning? Same as usual.

Look, I don't even know the guy.

He's still closed when I
get there in the morning.

Leave the papers out
front. Que sera, sera.

Did you see anything unusual in
the neighborhood this morning?

It's Greenwich Village,
man. You tell me.

Like, junkies for instance?

Nah, they're over on 10th.

I toss those papers
and I haul ass.

You know, come to think of it,

there's usually this weirdo
hanging out outside the store.

He sleeps out on the subway
grating over on the corner.

Real scuzzy, you know
what I mean? And loony tunes.

Wears this ripped up army
jacket with a blue watch cap.

Looks like he's
stoned all the time.

There is no fire like passion.

There is no shark like hatred.

There is no snare like folly.

There is no torrent like greed.

Look Mr. Hoover, you
had $112 in your pocket.

Either business was real good
or you did something real nasty.

Sergeant Greevey?

Yeah?

Meg Hennessey,
Homeless Defense League.

I'm sure you read
Mr. Hoover his rights.

Mr. Hoover's not under arrest.

He willingly agreed to help
us with our investigation.

From now on, you'll
keep quiet, Edgar.

Edgar Hoover.

My client has spent six
years in an institution.

Oh, well, he's cured.

There is no way he could be charged
with any crime let alone serve any time.

I'm sure you gentlemen are
familiar with the word "incompetent."

Yeah, well, from where I sit

he's competent enough
to do 3 1/3-to-10 years.

Isaac was a capitalist.

What?

But he couldn't help himself.

He had a good heart.
He gave me cigarettes.

And 112 bucks? Don't
answer that, Edgar.

Men have done time
for less, Miss Hennessey.

He was already down.

And you helped
yourself to the money?

Fast forward, Hoover.

I've seen this before.

Look...

look at him. Look at me.

Isaac had six inches
and 60 pounds on me.

If I'd tried anything I'd be the
one with tubes up my nose.

I saw a guy come out
the back in the alley.

Mean looking. Fancy suit.

Like Donald Trump.

Could you recognize him?

His face is etched right here.

Let me ask you something,

if you liked Isaac so much,
why'd you clean his register?

Didn't look like he
was gonna need it.

So all we got is the wacko?

Our guy lets the perp in...

he does his business without
even peeking into the register.

Maybe he was a
rookie. Maybe he forgot.

Maybe he was
after something else.

And maybe he wasn't, Max.
This is New York, remember?

Sometimes people get
beat up just for the hell of it.

Sometimes they even get dead.

It's a fact of life. It's
not always a conspiracy.

All I'm saying is that...
Logan: I just got a nibble.

A guy named
Akbar, he's an Indian.

Owned a candy
store down on 14th.

Two weeks ago,
he's beat to a pulp.

Get this, no robbery

no witnesses, no arrests.

Okay. Once, it's
part of the freak show.

Twice, maybe it's a
little more organized.

Logan: MO... brutal.

Could be gangs.

Westies, Koreans,
Russians, Vietnamese, no.

The guy was wearing
a suit, remember?

Donald Trump?

Go talk to the Indian.

Well, uh, we're a little late.

He wasn't as lucky as Isaac.

Is it true that most
robberies go unsolved?

Well, we don't think
this was a robbery.

Does your father
have any enemies?

He works. He sleeps.

On the holidays he goes to shul.

Since my mother died, he's
kept very much to himself.

Does he gamble?

No. Never.

Borrow money?

Why would he borrow?

He makes $75,000
a year at the store.

I don't understand what
you're getting at, Detective.

This was not an
isolated incident.

My father never
broke the law in his life.

Maybe he ruffled
somebody's feathers.

We would just like to
get on with our lives.

Why would we put ourselves
into further jeopardy?

It looks to me like you're
already in jeopardy.

You don't want to go
through this again, do you?

Two weeks ago,
I was at the store.

I answered the phone.

It was a man by
the name of Pilefsky.

My father made me hang up.

You know what it was about?

No, he wouldn't say.

But he warned me never
to say anything to anyone.

He was scared.

Logan: Joe Pilefsky.

'71, assault. '73, assault.

'75, '76, more assault.

Charges KO'ed.

Sounds like muscle.

'80, possession of stolen goods.

'82 extortion.

'84 federal extortion.

No convictions.

Whew, a real sweetheart.

Alleged sweetheart.

Think Edgar can ID him?

Depends on what
planet he's on today.

I don't think he'd
recognize himself

if he looked in the mirror.

If he hits, I want to put
him up in a hotel until trial.

No way.

We can't hold him.

We can't be sure
he won't disappear.

The Fillmore's only
30 bucks a night.

That's the guy.

Logan: You sure?

Etched in stone.

See if you can find something
a little cheaper than the Fillmore.

And pick up Pilefsky, quick.

Look, I never heard of Skolnick.

I never heard of Akbar.

Tuesday night, I
worked till almost 3:00.

And after that?

Early to bed, early to rise.

I'm sure somebody
can confirm that.

Yeah, but I never got her name.

You've got zippo
on Mr. Pilefsky.

Only an eyewitness.

Your Mr. Hoover is
the Babe Ruth of crazy.

You know what I'm going
to do to him on the stand?

No secrets, gentlemen.

There's gotta be
something more going on.

A guy that wears $1,200 suits

doesn't do a number on a
candy store just for kicks.

Joe Pilefsky stinks.

Somebody,
somewhere, ordered this.

Real world, Mike. The stink
test doesn't wash with a jury.

We'd be lucky to
convict on assault.

Hey, Pilefsky's mobbed
up. We all know it.

I say let's give it a
spin, see where it lands.

I figure we do a complete bio...

Friends, relatives, cellmates.

Fine, great. Be my guest.

But when the wheel
stops, my guess is

we're gonna be right back
where we were yesterday...

A witness who on a great
day belongs in a rubber room.

In other words, we
got zip, bupkis, zero.

What?

Less than zero.

Hotel manager: I looked in,
Hoover's dead as a doornail.

Logan: Why'd you look?

TV was playing all night.

The guy in 212 was
complaining about the noise.

Check out was noon.

Somebody's gotta pay for today.

He lives for 10 years on
the street eating garbage.

We give him a meal and a
bed and a day later he's dead.

You sure it was the booze?

He had a smile on his face.

A pig in poop.

Was bad timing. Screws
the pooch on Pilefsky.

Nobody knows about
Hoover. Nobody has to.

Let me hold on to Pilefsky
for a couple of days...

At least until Isaac can talk.

We've got a constitution, Max.

News flash:

Pilefsky's co-defendant
on the federal extortion rap

was a wiseguy named Mario Zalta.

Cragen: Masucci family?

What would the mob want with
a guy who sells newspapers?

They want to keep
up on current events.

Yeah, well, it seems like
Zalta's a real choirboy now.

He's got an import-export
business down near the river.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind
answering a few questions.

We don't need to go
headhunting here, Max.

Cutting off a couple of toes
will make me very happy.

Meaning?

Meaning, Pilefsky first.
Anyone else is gravy.

Logan: How's this sound?
Pilefsky, Zalta. Zalta, Masucci.

But that's like, you
know, past tense.

Yeah, you don't associate
with Mr. Masucci anymore, huh?

Hey, honesty is the best policy.

Also, it's a lot safer.

Think about it. What
would Frank Masucci want

with some old Russian
candy store owner?

Protection?

He's been watching
too many old flicks, here.

This isn't Chicago in
the '20s, over here, huh?

I forgot. The
Mafia doesn't exist.

Max: What about Joe Pilefsky?

Aw, he's just dumb muscle.

He probably just
got mad because...

Your Russian sold
him a bad lotto ticket.

People don't end up in
ICU over a lotto ticket.

This is New York.

Go figure.

Could be anything.
Drugs. Weapons.

Masucci's diversified.

How about I check the back?

Looks good.

My old lady says I
should eat more salad.

I figure what's the point? I
live a couple more years, eh?

Only to eat more salad, eh?

You got it, man.

Hey, what's in the boxes?

Garbage. He calls it art.

I wouldn't give you
10 cents for any of it.

Is that all that
comes through here?

Are you kidding? Everything
from screwdrivers to Kiwi berries.

Zalta's not what
you call a specialist.

Anything else?

Look, man, you know
how hard it is to get work?

I keep my eyes
closed. I keep my job.

What about your ears?

Sure, I hear stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Like guys that that talk
don't talk for very long.

Look, I've seen
"Godfather" I, II, and III.

That's Hollywood.

Look, I hear Zalta's connected.

To whom?

Guys whose names end in
vowels. And I don't mean Shapiro.

Really, man, I
don't know nothing.

Smoke?

You don't smoke.

Check it out.

No tax stamp.

They're bootlegging cigarettes.

But you didn't have a warrant.

I had a hunch.

He had a hunch.

Well, I'm really
glad for you, Mike.

But it's not probable cause.

Ergo it was an illegal search. Ergo
the cigarettes are not admissible.

Ergo, we got squat!

At least we know their motive.

Oh, I know I'm
gonna sleep better.

250 million packs of cigarettes

are sold every
year in this city.

State and city
taxes come to what,

35¢ a pack?

This is big business. Isaac
was about to get in their way.

Get me some probable cause.

Max, listen to this.

Zalta's warehouse is owned

by a "Meridian
Property Management."

It's a DBA for a guy
named Harv Beigal.

Is that supposed to ring a bell?

Not unless you read page six.

I checked him out.
Four years ago,

Beigal married Catherine
Masucci, Frank's sister.

Zalta's a capo in
the Masucci family.

Now you don't think
that the Don would hire

his own brother-in-law to work
in the family business, do you?

I love this job.

You guys want something
on Frank Masucci,

you're coming to the wrong
guy. I'm in real estate, period.

Mr. Beigal, why
don't you just tell us

about your warehouse on 23rd?

You want it? The real
estate taxes are killing me,

not to mention the
interest payments.

What can you tell
us about the lessee?

I haven't dealt with tenants in
years. Nothing but headaches.

You gotta talk with
my managing agent.

Ask for... Lichtenstein.

He handles my
commercial buildings.

Look, let me just refresh
your memory a little.

Your tenant Mr. Zalta

and your brother-in-law
Mr. Masucci are like this.

Five years ago I was in
Saks shopping for ties.

I couldn't decide between
the Adolfo and the Hermes.

Those long curls and
eyes helped me decide.

Four years ago I married her.

You didn't know she
was Masucci's sister?

I didn't care. I married
the girl, not her family.

Matrimony's not a crime.

Then it's just a coincidence
that you rent to Zalta.

I own three office buildings,
two apartment houses,

five parking lots
and six warehouses.

You can't expect me to be
familiar with all my tenants.

Logan: Hey, by the way.

Which tie did you buy?

Both. If you'll excuse me.

I remember when
this cost a nickel.

Yeah, and you
used to walk barefoot

12 miles through the
snow to school, right?

Two hours, Max.
All we've got to do

is find one guy who's selling
the bootlegged cigarettes.

Yeah, and then
convince him to talk.

If it is the mob, it
ain't gonna be easy.

You know how many of these places
sell cigarettes? You got a better idea?

All this to get probable cause
to find out what we already know.

Send you complaints
to the Supreme Court.

Let me have a pack of those.

A pack of those.

$6.75.

You're closed for the day, pal.

There's a guy in St. Vincent's

with holes drilled in his skull

to relive the pressure caused
by bleeding around his brain.

But what's that
got to do with me?

He was sent there by Pilefsky.

I never heard of him.

Think the DA will call
Mr. Spivak a co-conspirator?

Maybe.

But selling of stolen
goods, tax fraud,

we're talking about
three years minimum.

Look, I'm just trying
to make a buck.

I mean the rent on my place

has doubled over the
last couple of years.

A guy comes up to me and offers

to supply me with butts

at 25¢ less than my
normal distributor.

And you didn't
ask any questions?

I'm not on salary.

Every penny counts.

I never heard of no Pilefsky.

Who's your supplier?

Obstruction.
That's another year.

What's in it for me?

Peace of mind.

Maybe you can keep your store.

Zalta. A guy named Zalta.

Assault. Possession of
stolen goods. Tax fraud.

I wouldn't be surprised
if they reopened the case

where the store owner died.
Right, what's his name? Akbar.

The list goes on.
Mind turning around?

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

Come on, Mario. Three
truckloads of bootlegged cigarettes

just happen to appear
in your warehouse?

And a store owner just happens
to pull your name out of a hat?

Suppose I was in the business.

Certainly no need for muscle.

It's a big market out there.

One vendor don't
want to do business,

so then there's a
lot of other takers.

And you never heard of Pilefsky?

I told you!

I don't associate with
guys like that no more.

Yeah, sure.

Your witness died.

We can't even charge
Pilefsky with jaywalking.

But Pilefsky used
to work for Zalta.

Past tense. We know for sure
he beat the hell out of Isaac.

Well, we can't prove
it with a dead witness.

So he walks? Unless
you can connect them.

Zalta swears on a stack
that he knows squat

about Pilefsky's
number on Skolnick.

Well, we don't need
to show knowledge,

just actions furthering
a common criminal goal.

That's the beauty of conspiracy.

And if not?

Pilefsky walks.

Well, fellas. The good news is.

The guy who ID'd you
isn't going to testify.

The bad news is he's dead.

Well, I don't know
nothing about it.

I'm sure you don't.

It's a coincidence
that your attorney

knew all about our witness.

Who then unexpectedly
finds himself dead.

You had me locked up.

Even you got friends.

I guess one of them thought
they were doing you a favor.

That's not my problem.

The law says it is.

You're stretching Logan.

Detective Logan is implying
that the witness's death

was part of some sort of conspiracy
to keep you from going to trial

and if you had knowledge of it,

you'd be culpable
in the eyes of the law.

That's crap. I
don't know nothing.

Someone's making
it look like you did.

Are you charging him?
We're checking into it.

No secrets. Right, Counselor.

It's a con, Joe.
Don't fall for it.

He's like a dirty sponge.

Squeeze him, all kinds
of scum comes out.

If he don't spin
on Zalta, he walks.

He'll spin.

Murder two's 25-to-life, Joe.

You should have
stuck with assault.

How much does Masucci pay you
to go down on murder two anyway?

So maybe... maybe I
roughed up the Russian.

Shut up, Joe. I'll
talk to you later.

I had nothing to do
with no cigarettes.

I don't know nothing
about him, or... or...

Whacking the nutcase. So
why the number on Isaac then?

He bothered me.

Well, last I heard, annoyance
isn't a valid defense.

He was scared he'd talk.

About what? I don't
know. I don't know.

Who was scared, Joe?

You need a roadmap?

25 years is a long time.

So's dead.

Look, I want a deal.

I don't know nothing
about whacking Hoover.

I'm sure the DA will listen.

Wait a minute.

Harv Beigal?

Mistake. We want protection.

There's our connection.

We know that Pilefsky
did a number on Isaac.

The vic can't talk, and our
only witness has passed on.

So far you've got
nothing. So it seems.

But we also know
our friend Zalta's

been selling bootlegged
cigarettes to small vendors.

We've got a seller who'll talk.

Did Zalta supply Skolnick?

No. It seems Isaac overdosed
on the American dream.

He wanted nothing
to do with these guys.

We figure he was
about to squeal,

so Pilefsky taught him
that silence is golden.

Now, Pilefsky swears he knows
nothing about the cigarettes.

He did, however,
admit he was just doing

a favor for his
old friend Beigal.

So Beigal is an
accomplice to assault.

It gets better.

Mr. Zalta says

he's too chi chi to associate
with riff raff like Pilefsky.

But it just so happens
he has several truckloads

of stolen cigarettes
in his warehouse.

Guess who owns the
warehouse? Beigal.

Logan: So even if Zalta and
Pilefsky are telling the truth.

The left hand doesn't know
what the right hand is doing.

But they're washing each other,
so it's conspiracy, gentlemen.

They could all go
away for a long time.

With the possible bonus being...

Oh, no, that's
a different story.

Frank Masucci, he goes
for a walk in the woods,

he doesn't leave
many bread crumbs.

Defendants are
charged with assault,

conspiracy to commit
assault, tax fraud, and extortion.

How do you plead, gentlemen?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Not guilty.

Recommendations
on bail, Mr. Stone?

Each of the defendants
has connections

to organized crime, Your Honor.

And as such, there is
certainly a risk of flight

from the jurisdiction
of this court.

My client has a business to run.

May I remind Your Honor

he was in no way
associated with the assault?

The assault is part and parcel

to the conspiracy
charges, Mr. Davis.

Your Honor, Mr. Beigal
has a spotless record.

His only connection to
any so-called criminals

is by way of marriage. Some people
think blood is thicker than water.

Bail is set at $150,000.

Hey, gimme a break,
will you, Stone?

Harv Beigal is a major
player in this town.

You want my advice, I
wouldn't bring that up in court.

Face the facts.

All you've got on
Beigal is the testimony

of some third-rate hoodlum.

Implicating your client in
a major league conspiracy.

Ben,

we don't want to have the
public humiliation of a trial.

I'm listening.

Suppose he testifies
against Zalta and Pilefsky?

I don't need Beigal's testimony.

How about possession
of stolen goods?

In exchange for what?
Suspended sentence.

You'll be a hero.

Not to that girl who visits her
father every day in the hospital.

What do you want?

Frank Masucci.

Beigal has nothing
to do with Masucci.

It's a shame.

Guess I'll see you in court.

I don't even smoke. I hear it's
not very good for your health.

Is it true your brother-in-law

is involved in a conspiracy...
Hey, as far as I know,

Harvey's in the
real estate business.

Although, you never
can tell about in-laws.

Can you comment on
rumors of your involvement

in the disappearance of Union
President Russell Mackey?

What do I look
like, a travel agent?

Excuse me.

Big Frankie.

Dandy Don. You too, can
have monogrammed socks.

I once saw a kid on the news.

He was going for a world record.

He had 10,000 dominoes lined up.

He filled the floor of
Madison Square Garden

and he flicked the first one

and 30 minutes
later the last one fell.

Where you going?
It'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Put Frank Masucci
out of business.

The Fed has tried.

Always finds a way.

Even if it does turn
out that Masucci was in

on this cigarette scam,

people won't
testify against him.

The dominoes are all lined up.

Why don't we just
knock over the first one,

see where it leads?

A bird in the hand. Don't
forget what you already got.

Daughter: It's called
spastic hemiplegia.

He won't be able to walk.

I'm sorry.

You got the man?

Yes. He'll go to jail.

Well, you never
know with a jury.

But I'd feel more secure
if your father would testify.

It's the right thing.

He did the right thing, once.

Look what happened.

I don't know nothing about
assaulting that Russian.

That's the beauty of conspiracy.

The right hand can get
the left in a lot of trouble.

Hey. Tell me about Frank
Masucci. Was he involved?

Why, you actually think

I know what goes on in Camelot?

You're saying that Frank
Masucci was not involved.

I'm saying nobody knows
what Masucci knows.

That's why he eats at
21 and I'm sitting here.

See you in court.

Before we start, I
want simple assault,

suspended sentence.

That depends on
Mr. Beigal's song.

You'd be happy.

No matter what happens
in court, the deal stands.

You're smart, Stone.

But, uh, Frank Masucci?

I'm listening.

Russell Mackey.

What do you know about
a missing union president?

Maybe... where he is.

Did Frank Masucci
provide the transportation?

Uh, do we have a deal?

If what Mr. Beigal tells me

helps Mr. Masucci into court,

we can arrange something.

Frank told me
he ordered the hit.

Who pulled the trigger?

Vinnie Ruffo.

Masucci's top mechanic.

And where's the body?

We're not that close.

What about Ruffo?

My guess is he's
across the Atlantic.

Talk to Pilefsky.

He and Ruffo are old buddies.

Deal?

We're not even sure
Russell Mackey's dead.

He's been missing
for eight months.

Beigal will testify to
Masucci's confession.

And you're gonna believe
him. It's a dangerous lie to tell.

I don't see a body, do you?

You can't even prove a
crime has been committed.

Adam, the dominoes
are starting to fall.

Beigal ordered the
assault on Skolnick,

and you're willing let him walk?

Aren't you? This is Frank
Masucci we're talking about.

All right.

Get me something to
corroborate Beigal's testimony.

Who's gonna explain this
to Skolnick and his daughter?

First the homeless
guy, then Mackey.

What's next, JFK? We're
not charging you, yet.

What's that supposed to mean?
Vinnie Ruffo pulled the trigger.

We know you were
friends. I know nothing.

Who do you suppose
told us about Ruffo?

How do you think we
knew you were friends?

Sure, I know him.
But that doesn't...

Why you protecting them? Can't
you see you're being fingered?

Beigal wants to deal.
You're the barter.

Beigal and Zalta are out on bail. It's
funny nobody came forward to help you.

Big fish eat littler fish.

I had nothing to do with it.

Beigal and Zalta
tell a different story.

You know the truth.

Was it Ruffo? Did he kill
Mackey on Masucci's orders?

You don't know what
you're asking me.

Was it Ruffo?

Frank Masucci?! Yes?

You're under arrest for the
murder of Russell Mackey.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you do not choose to
exercise that right, anything...

Don't ruin lunch for my guests.

Seven to one, I'll be teeing off
at La Costa Wednesday morning.

What about the
eyewitness testimony?

Every draw to
an inside straight?

Greed makes people
see things that aren't there.

Mr. Masucci is a
successful businessman.

The DA's office has this
irrational vendetta against him

and his family simply because
of his Sicilian background.

That's not justice.
It's prejudice.

Defense is claiming
that this case is based

solely on your bias against
Mr. Masucci's background.

The laws of the
state of New York

draw a line between
civil and uncivil behavior.

Some people step over that line.

Against those people,
yes, I am prejudiced.

Excuse me.

Please state your full
name for the record.

Florence Mackey. Are
you married, Ms. Mackey?

I was. Objection.

Can the witness produce a certificate
of divorce or a death certificate?

Sustained.

Who is your husband?

Russell Mackey. And
what position did he...

excuse me, does he hold?

He's the President of Local 297.

And when was the last time you
spoke to or saw your husband?

Last May. May 16th.

Thank you. No further questions.

Do you have any
children, Mrs. Mackey?

Relevance, Your Honor? I believe
that the jury is entitled to hear

about the alleged victim's
family life, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

I have a son.

And when was the last time

you saw your son?

Please answer the question.

Two years ago.

Did you ever think, Mrs. Mackey,

that maybe it's your company
that's repellent to the men in your life?

Objection, Your
Honor! Withdrawn.

Mr. Zalta, what, if any,
business relationship

do you have with the defendant?

I don't know what you mean.

Permission to treat this
witness as hostile, Your Honor?

Go ahead, Mr. Stone. In your
dealings in the import-export business,

you frequently retain trucking
companies. Is that true?

Oh, yes. Was one of those
companies Beckner Trucking?

Yeah.

And isn't it true, that you have

in the past 24 months,
used Beckner Trucking

for 92% of your deliveries?

Could be.

Your Honor? Make your
answers more responsive

or you'll be held in contempt.

Did you use Beckner that much?

Yeah... yes.

And Beckner is a non-union shop?

Yeah. So naturally,
Mr. Russell Mackey,

as president of the trucking union
would be very upset. Isn't that true?

I wouldn't know.

Who owns Beckner Trucking?

You're under oath, sir.

Frank Masucci?

I beg your pardon?

Frank Masucci.

It was the 4th of July.
I was at Frank's house.

That's the defendant,
Frank Masucci.

Uh, yes.

That's when he told me.

Told you what, Mr. Beigal?

Uh...

Frank was tired of Mackey
showing up with his hand out.

He said it wasn't
curiosity that killed the cat,

it was greed.

What else did he say?

Calls for hearsay, Your Honor.

It's a statement against
interest, Your Honor.

Overruled.

He said...

Mackey would no
longer be any trouble.

And he said that...

Vinnie Ruffo took care of him.

So the defendant
confessed to you,

that he ordered Russell
Mackey's murder?

I told you what he said.
Thank you, Mr. Beigal.

So, you would have us believe

that Frank Masucci just
volunteered this information.

That's right.

Did he offer any
colorful details?

Frank said he was disgusted.

He said he wasted four
hours trying to convince him.

So no cement shoes?

No horse's head in
the bed? Your Honor!

Mr. Zuckert.

Mr. Beigal,

isn't it true that
you cut a deal

with the District Attorney in
exchange for this testimony?

Yes.

And isn't it also true
that the defendant

is your brother-in-law?

Yes.

There goes that invitation to
Christmas dinner, Mr. Beigal.

Your Honor, please.

Even if we assume that
the witness' testimony is true,

that my client would be
dumb enough to confess

to the murder of Mr. Mackey...

The rules of
evidence are clear...

That where there
is no corpus delicti

the defendant cannot
be convicted on the basis

of his confession alone.

Where's the beef, Your Honor?

There's no proof that Mr. Mackey
is dead, let alone murdered.

Now unless Mr. Stone can offer some
independent corroborating evidence

that a crime has been committed,

I move for an
immediate dismissal.

Thank you for your eloquent
summary of the law, Mr. Zuckert.

Mr. Stone?

The State plans to offer such
corroborating evidence, Your Honor.

I'm looking forward to it.

Tomorrow, gentlemen.

So Masucci didn't
like paying Mackey off.

But that doesn't
mean that he killed him.

The jury is looking
to convict, Adam.

I think they believed
Beigal's testimony.

Yeah, they may also believe that
he'd say anything to stay out of jail.

People don't usually jump at the
chance to testify against Frank Masucci.

Skolnick's daughter
wasn't pleased.

She know who Frank Masucci is?

She doesn't care.

I don't know if I do either.

We all know you're infallible
when it comes to matters

of faith and morals, Ben.

But for some of
us, it's not so easy.

Isaac Skolnick is
in a hospital bed.

Harv Beigal put him
there. That's real.

I can see that.

Adam?

I don't photograph well
with egg on my face.

How about you?

Since when does
losing a case bother you?

When it affects the public's
perception of this office.

Yes, it's a shame
that Beigal walks.

Yes, it bothers me terribly.

And yes, I'd do
it again tomorrow

and the next day and the day after
that to put a Frank Masucci away,

'cause as long as he's free, there'll
be more Mackeys and more Skolnicks.

The State calls Joseph Pilefsky.

Bailiff: Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

Pilefsky: I do.

Would you state your full
name for the record, please?

Joe Pilefsky.

Are you employed, Mr. Pilefsky?

I work at Vincent's,
a restaurant on 46th.

Been there three years.

Are you familiar with
the name Vinnie Ruffo?

Sure.

Is he employed?

Vinnie works for Frank.

Masucci? That's right.

When was the last time
you met with Mr. Ruffo?

Last spring.

Could it have been May 16th?

That sounds about right.

Stone: Tell us what
happened at that meeting.

I was at the restaurant.

Vinnie called,

asked if he could
come in after I closed.

He said he had an
important meeting.

And did you oblige him?

Sure. Vinnie and I go way back.

Then what happened?

Well...

around 2:00,

this guy Mackey comes in

and he says he's there
to meet with Vinnie

so I give him a table.

Was anyone else there?

Just me. And then
Vinnie showed up.

And then what happened?

Garroting.

I had nothing to do with it.

Would you explain for the jury

the meaning of the
word, "garroting"?

That's a wire around the neck.

It's over like that.

- Jeez.
- Incredible.

Thank you.

You said you've been at
the restaurant for three years,

isn't that correct,
Mr. Pilefsky?

Yeah, give or take.

Let's not. Let's
try to be precise.

How many nights a
week do you work?

Six. Sundays off.

Vacations?

I don't like to travel.

So, you worked six nights
a week for three years.

That's right.

How's your health?

Relevance, Your Honor.

Goes to the credibility
of this witness' testimony.

I'll allow it.

I'm fine.

Ever been to a hospital?

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, you had
an appendicitis earlier this year.

- So?
- So.

So I have your
hospital records here.

It appears that you had complications
following your appendectomy.

It appears that you
were confined to a bed

at Manhattan Memorial Hospital
for the entire month of May,

isn't that correct?

Why are you perjuring
yourself, Mr. Pilefsky?

What has Mr. Stone promised you?

Objection, Your Honor!

I demand an immediate mistrial.

A continuance, Your
Honor. Approach.

I want a mistrial and
sanctions against Mr. Stone.

Sanctions?! Yes.

Prosecutorial misconduct...

Knowingly offering
perjured testimony.

Get off it, Mr. Zuckert.

I did not know
Mr. Pilefsky was lying.

That's what you get when
you bargain for testimony.

I submit that this entire thing was
a set-up and with a continuance...

Do you have any proof?

Well, of course he doesn't.
This is not the first time

that an overzealous
DA has gone...

Does the State plan to offer

any further
corroborating evidence?

With a continuance.

At the expense of
my client's reputation.

Mr. Stone should have a
case before he comes to trial.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stone,
but you know the law.

Logan: Dismissed?

You mean Masucci walks for good?

For Mackey's murder, yes.

Double jeopardy.

What about Beigal? We
can still get him for conspiracy

and assault on Skolnick.

We made a deal.

He kept his end
of the plea bargain.

You got greedy.

They knew it and
they set you up.

So Pilefsky's
perjury was all part

of Frank Masucci's
plan to free Beigal.

And unfortunately
we can't prove that.

And if we rescind the deal, we
lose all credibility in the future.

Hey, they don't play by
the rules, why should we?

Because that's our job.

Great.

Beigal walks, Masucci walks.

- We got squat.
- Oh, no.

Masucci's not walking.