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Narrator: Joe Pilefsky, a
soldier in the Masucci family...

Hired muscle.

So maybe I roughed
up the Russian.

Mario Zalta, a capo
in the Masucci family,

currently running an
untaxed cigarettes scam.

This is New York. Go figure.

Harv Beigal, the
Don's brother-in-law.

The cigarettes go
through his warehouse.

Look, you guys want to get
something on Frank Masucci,

you got the wrong guy.
I'm in real estate. Period.

Frank Masucci... the Don,

head of the largest
crime family in New York.

As far as I know, Harvey's
in the real estate business,

although you never
can tell about in-laws.

These four men
conspired to set up Stone.

What do you know about
a missing union president?

Frank told me
he ordered the hit.

Stone brought Masucci to trial

for the murder of union
president Russell Mackey,

not knowing that he had
been set up by the Don.

I was at the restaurant,
Vinnie called,

asked if he could
come in after I closed.

Then what happened?

Garroting.

Would you explain to the
jury the meaning of garroting?

It's a wire

around the neck.

It's over like that.

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?

I did not know
Mr. Pilefsky was lying.

I made no deal
with Mr. Pilefsky,

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

Great, Beigal walks,

Masucci walks,
and we've got squat.

Masucci's not walking.

Reporter: Do you know
what the evidence might be?

Masucci: Well, I have no idea.

Narrator: Unable to
retry Masucci for murder,

Stone has had to settle for
prosecuting Pilefsky and Zalta

for the assault on the
Russian candy store owner.

Skolnick: I've
owned store 14 years.

I sell newspapers, cigarettes,

candy, and lottery tickets.

I'm interested in the
cigarettes, Mr. Skolnick.

Who do you buy them from?

Suppliers come and go.

I used, the last
two, three years,

Easton supply.

And do any other suppliers

ever come offer
you their cigarettes?

Every week.

They give you better deals?

They all say they
can deliver faster.

And cheaper?

A penny here, a nickel there.

But did any supplier
ever come to you

and offer you cigarettes
at a greatly reduced price?

Skolnick: Three months
ago, this man said

he would sell me
as much as I wanted

at five bucks off every carton.

How is that possible,
Mr. Skolnick?

You see this?

This stamp says
tax to state was paid.

His cigarettes don't have stamp.

Is the man who tried to sell
you those untaxed cigarettes...

Is he in this courtroom?

That man.

Stone: Let the record show

that Mr. Skolnick is pointing

to the defendant, Mario Zalta.

He wears fancy suit,

but he's a crook.

I tell him I want no part of it.

And what happened then?

His friend Pilefsky

came to see me.

Doctor says I will
never walk again.

I got to tell you, getting
convictions on Zalta and Pilefsky

is like going to the senior prom

and scoring bare wrist.

A friggin' consolation prize.

Beigal's the one
who ran the operation

and we can't touch him.

Easy, Max, deal-making
is part of the system.

It makes the wheels
of justice turn faster.

It makes them turn period.

With Maximum Matthews
handing out the sentence

on Messieurs Pilefsky and Zalta,

they'll be sleeping on the
state for most of the decade.

Yeah, meanwhile
Beigal and Masucci

are hobnobbing at the opera.

Justice is blind, Detective.
Nobody said it was fair.

Explain that to them.

Stone: Detective, I don't
think you understand

who we're talking about here.

Do you know how Masucci
became a made man,

how he made his bones?

He rents a police uniform
and walks into a bar

and pumps three
slugs into the skull

of a 73-year-old bookie.

That's just the first of seven murders
we know he personally committed,

and God knows how
many he ordered.

I'll do anything I can
to nail the son of a bitch.

You ever hear of Don Quixote?

Did you ever hear
about David and Goliath?

And we have God on our side.

Adam: There's no way
you could've predicted

that Pilefsky would
lie on the stand

intending to get caught.

It's unbelievable.

Beigal walks on the cigarette
scam, and double jeopardy

protects Masucci from being
retried for Mackey's murder.

You want a crying
towel? Where's it written

you have to win every case?
What do you want to do?

Full court press,
24-hour surveillance,

wiretaps, the works...
On Masucci and Beigal.

They need probable cause
to get wiretap warrants.

Go with kidnapping.

Beigal testified that
Mackey was detained

before Masucci had him killed.

Wait a minute, Adam.
Even if we found the body

we couldn't get a
kidnapping conviction.

You said you needed a
warrant, not a conviction.

Paul, you're going to
talk to Judge Fishbein.

That's a reach, a
very creative reach.

I want this bastard
as much as you do.

Fishbein's no fool. This
is the way we play him.

You've already tried
Masucci for Mackey's murder.

You lost, Mr. Robinette.

This is America. One
strike and you're out.

Masucci has never been
tried for Mackey's kidnapping.

Question... "Did he
offer any colorful details?"

Answer, Beigal... "Frank
said he was disgusted.

He wasted four hours
trying to convince him."

That's an interesting approach.

All right, let's say for
the sake of argument

that it's not double jeopardy.

But you're still
barred by CPL 40.40.

You can't split jointly
prosecutable offenses.

The testimony I just read to you

was given on cross. It
was the first we heard of it.

We couldn't charge him for
a crime we didn't know about.

Even so, Masucci's confession
to Beigal isn't enough.

You still need
corroboration to convict.

That's why we need a warrant.

A warrant.

It sounds like a
fishing license to me.

Masucci confessed to Beigal.

Beigal took the
stand and swore to it.

The People aren't
fishing, Your Honor.

The People are counting on
the parties under surveillance

happening to mention
unrelated criminal activities.

The People have great
expectations, Your Honor.

It's a 30-day warrant to monitor
Beigal and Masucci's telephones.

For what?

Mackey's kidnapping...
You're kidding.

And anything else
you might hear. All right!

How did you get
Fishbein to sign this?

We led him to water
and he actually drank.

What do you think,
Fenton and Vitello?

They're on the Dworkin homicide.

Been eight weeks.
They got squat.

In two weeks Dworkin
will be just as cold.

Vitello: I live for
assignments like this.

Makes me hotter
than a firecracker.

Could you fill us
in on what caused

all this vasco-congestion?

Beigal hasn't left his office
yet, but he did order Chinese.

I bet on the orange
beef. Cost him 10 bucks.

Son of a gun orders
mu shu at two to one.

No?

Guys with glasses. I
can read 'em like a book.

Anything we can actually
use against Mr. Beigal?

Dinner at 8:00 with
the missus at Parioli.

That's expensive, not illegal.

Could get more expensive.

Lunch with Laurel at
one. Very mysterious.

I got 20 says she's a brunette.

The guy wears glasses.
We're talking blond.

So it's about 3:00 a.m.

I wake up to the
sound of barking.

This one has a dog?

I wish. I ask her
what's going on,

and she says, "Cockroaches."

Cockroaches that bark?

That's what I said.

She says the exterminator was
a bust, so she bought a gecko.

It's a lizard. It's some
kind of Gila monster

from Brazil or
something, I don't know.

And it eats roaches?

Down to the last drop.
Barks when it's hungry.

Blond.

Vitello must be working
on some kind of ESP.

So Beigal's got a
number on the side, huh?

You really think that's enough
to get him to roll on Masucci?

A wife scorned is
a scary prospect.

Logan: Look at that.

Max: Doesn't look
like true love to me.

Logan: Business.

Let's see what kind
of business Laurel's in.

Nice day.

Come here often?

Holster it, cowboy.
Leather bores me.

Nice line.

Bitch.

Hey, maybe he's not cheating.

Not on his wife, anyway.

Yeah.

You know what? I'm
going to really enjoy this.

Let's not tip her.

No, we got to do some research.

Beigal's got six
residential buildings,

mostly in the village.

Four-story walk-ups.
Rent controlled.

From '80 to '88, Beigal
made "The Post's"

50 worst landlord list.

Last two years, he's spotless.

Maybe he got religion.

He got a building inspector.

Since '88, all inspections
on Beigal's buildings

were done by one Laurel McGinty.

You're saying he bought her?

Okay, have the
buildings re-inspected.

See what Ms. McGinty
may have overlooked.

What's bribery of
a public official?

A "D" felony. Two
and a third to seven.

You think it's heavy enough to
squeeze something out of Beigal?

Two and a third
to seven in Attica?

Beigal's got to know he
couldn't do three weeks hard time.

Inspector: Look at that
local law 10 violation.

The facade, see? Chipped bricks.

That's a quick two grand.

Buildings was here...

let's see, two months ago.

Your guy's passed
with flying aces.

Inspector must've been dreaming.

But between me and you,
buildings is strictly amateur.

We beat 'em six years straight.

Beat 'em?

You're city too, what the hell.

We have this wager
going, you know?

Who can raise the
most for the Apple.

Fire against buildings.

Like I told you before, fire
department wins every year.

You guys actually bet on who
can write the most violations?

Tell me you don't bet
against parking tickets.

Hey, come on, it's
for a good cause.

The city raises
a bundle in fines.

Where do you think your
last raise came from, anyway?

So do we have any
more code violations here?

Are you kidding?

Uh-huh. Look at that, will you?

Defective ladder. That's
another quick two grand.

I inspect five buildings a day,

five days a week,
50 weeks a year.

So I missed a couple
of violations. I'm human.

You never lost a
case, Mr. Stone?

One mistake is human.

Two is perhaps a
lapse in concentration.

Three is stupid. But
the same mistake

consistently over a
period of two years

indicates another form
of human fallibility here.

Such as what?

Greed.

I've done nothing improper.

You had lunch with Harv Beigal.

It's what they mean
by the appearance

of impropriety, Miss McGinty.

And I'll do worse
than indict you.

You can't prove anything.
Don't count on that.

The DA's subpoena
is a powerful weapon.

If I have to I will
question every landlord

of every building you
inspected over a decade.

One of them, I assure
you, will turn you in

to protect his own good name.

Robinette: We've had
the buildings re-inspected.

43 glaring violations never
made it into your reports.

We'd like to know why.

How much did Beigal pay
you to look the other way?

Ms. McGinty, it's not
you we're after, it's Beigal.

If you testify you get immunity.

If you don't, you go to prison.

I'm sure the former is
preferable, don't you think?

I got it.

Evening, Mr. Beigal.

Great, what now?

You're under arrest for
bribery of a public official.

$300,000 bail, Your
Honor, is not only excessive,

it's vindictive.

Mr. Beigal is charged
with bribery of a city official,

a crime that has allowed
him to cloak his total disregard

for the safety and well
being of his tenants.

The only thing that is being
cloaked here, Your Honor,

is the District Attorney's
own malicious...

That's enough, Mr. Le Claire.

Bail is set at
$100,000, cash or bond.

You know what you're
doing, Mr. Stone?

Yes, Mrs. Beigal, I'm attempting
to put your brother in prison.

By getting my husband killed?

Because that's what
you're setting in motion.

Bribery in the second degree.

You'll never convict.

I'll take my chances.

Laurel McGinty is just some
piss-ant building inspector.

Okay, maybe Mr. Beigal
bought her a cup of coffee

or a cheese danish
every now and then,

but no way does that
add up to seven years.

No judge is going
to take this seriously.

Anyone who offers any benefit,

whether it be a cheese
danish or the Hope diamond,

to a public official with
the intention of influencing

his or her discretion
is guilty of bribery.

And you're wrong, Mr. Le Claire,

some people take
that very seriously.

Mountains out of
molehills. Besides,

you need evidence
of illicit payments.

Ms. McGinty will prove, I think,

a very credible witness.

Who will say anything
to save her own skin.

Have you anything else before
we see each other in court?

Uh-huh.

Bribery is a predicate act.

Mr. Beigal's company,
Meridian Property Management,

is an enterprise.

Mr. Beigal conducted
the affairs of his enterprise

through a series of
racketeering activities.

Do you know what that
spells out, Mr. Beigal?

RICO... the current
favorite federal felony

among publicity-starved
US Attorneys.

Now would you care
for me to call him?

You can't swat flies
with nuclear weapons.

Mike Milken got what, 10 years?

Get me the Southern District
US Attorney's office, please.

Spare me the
theatrics, all right?

Cancel the call, thanks.

Nobody wants a trial, okay?

We'll plead to
unlawful gratuities

and give you McGinty.

You don't get my point, do you?

I gave Ms. McGinty a walk.

I want Masucci.

Yeah?

And I want to keep on breathing.

Let's go.

We're wasting our time.

Masucci's not dumb enough
to do business over his phone.

Maybe we'll get lucky
on the pay phones.

People make mistakes, even Dons.

Yeah? We don't even know

what we're looking
for, by the way.

We'll know it when we see it.

You ask me, you'll never
get Beigal to give up Masucci.

That's not what Stone thinks.

The hitter who supposedly
killed Russell Mackey...

Ruffo?

Yeah. What's his first name?

Vincent. You got something?

Could be.

Dig out last Tuesday's
tapes on Masucci's phone.

Man on tape: Hey,
Frank, it's Vinnie.

Here we go, this is Masucci.

Masucci: When you
getting in? Vinnie: Tomorrow.

Good. I might want
you to talk to Beigal.

Really?

Yeah. I'll let you know.

Vinnie? If it is Ruffo,

and Masucci tells him to talk
to Beigal, that means that...

He's more than
just a brother-in-law.

I knew the guy was slime.

Pilefsky used to be
buddies with Ruffo.

He could recognize
Ruffo's voice.

Hey, stupid isn't suicidal.

Maybe we can scare him
more than Masucci can.

If we can't, I know who can.

Three years ago we nailed
a Masucci hitter. D'Agastino?

He should still be in the slam.

What do you say we
go rattle Pilefsky's cage?

Vinnie on tape: Hey,
Frank, it's Vinnie.

Masucci: When you
getting in? Vinnie: Tomorrow.

Good. I might want
you to talk to Beigal.

Really?

Yeah, I'll let you know.

So?

So is that Ruffo?

Could be. Could
also be Dolly Parton.

What do I know?

You're right, Max. This
guy is as stupid as he looks.

I got this friend
over at "The Post,"

hasn't had a hot
story for months.

I bet it would be a
big boost to his career

if I gave him an exclusive
on how Joe Pilefsky

ratted out Frank Masucci.

What do you think, Max?

Old Joe here would
be breathing another,

what, five, maybe six days?

Nah, three tops.

But if he told us
about Beigal's role

in the Masucci family business,

I'm sure he could live a
long and prosperous life.

We got nothing to lose, Joe.

We figure we put
the word out on you,

tell Zalta we did it,

sit back, wait,
see what happens.

My bet? He's gonna
be very cooperative.

This is illegal.

Sue us. Let's go, Mike.

You're bluffing.

Yeah, you're right.
We'd be real upset

if something happened
to a piece of crap like you.

"An unnamed soldier
in the Masucci family,

already in custody awaiting
sentencing on an assault conviction,

has been cooperating with
the District Attorney's office

according to reliable
police sources."

Did Pilefsky get
the early edition?

All we got to do
is turn up the heat.

Guess who's down from
Attica for a court appearance?

D'Agastino.

We want to offer him
a year off his sentence.

I'll get Stone to get it
from Judge Fadenhect.

They still do that crap, huh?

Verified by three sources.

That's it?

That's it.

You'll put it in writing?

Signed, sealed and delivered.

Deal?

Take off another
year I'll do it naked.

There are three calls on
my log from Pilefsky's lawyer

and it's not even 10:00.

You got it on tape?

Yes, the cameras are
always on in the yard.

Here's our friend
Mr. D'Agastino.

Over to Pilefsky.

Stone: Bang, the Judas kiss.

Adam: Brother.

And one scared marked man.

Right on the mouth.
Would you believe that?

Mr. D'Agastino should
consider a career in the theater.

It all plays like opera, except
they actually kill the singers.

Let's see what key
Mr. Pilefsky sings in.

All right.

Vinnie: Really? Masucci: Yeah.

I'll let you know.

Yeah, yeah. It's Ruffo.

Those sons of
bitches. Those cops!

They planted that story.

Not my department. Your meeting.

Sure you don't want
your attorney present?

Is he that stupid?! Oh
God, I'm a dead man.

Who the hell do you
think pays for my attorney?

You got to put
me with the feds...

New identity,
witness protection.

You see how easy that
was? You said the magic word.

What word? Witness.

What do you want?

Is Beigal part of the
Masucci organization?

Is the Pope Polish?

How high up is he?

Frank keeps himself aloof,
you know what I mean?

That way nobody can
say, "Frank said this."

Everybody knows Beigal opens
his mouth, it's Frank talking.

That include hits? That
especially includes hits.

Is that always
the way it's done?

Ever since Beigal
married Frank's sister.

Stone: He said that's
always the way it's done,

from Masucci to
Beigal to the hitter.

So Beigal must've given
the order on Mackey.

We can't retry Masucci,
but Beigal's fair game.

Pilefsky's a convicted perjurer.

Not strong enough
to go to court.

Strong enough to twist
Beigal. How far can I go?

You can deal him
down, but not out.

Prison, not jail. Figure it out.

Turn on your brights, Stone.

My client has nothing to
do with Mackey's murder.

We don't even know if
he's dead, for God's sake.

True or false, Mr. Beigal?

Frank Masucci told
you that Vincent Ruffo

took care of Russell
Mackey for good.

Now, before you answer, remember
that you testified that fact in court.

If you want to change
your mind now,

we can tack perjury
onto your bribery charge.

He talked, I listened.

No crime in that.

Depends on what you hear.

What I hear is that it was you

who gave the Mackey
contract to Ruffo.

I hear conspiracy to murder.

And what you hear is 25-to-life.

Without evidence,
I hear, "Not guilty."

We've got Joe Pilefsky.
He's willing to testify

to Masucci's
entire organization.

You're boat has sprung
a leak, Mr. Beigal.

You're knee-deep.

Pilefsky's a convicted perjurer.

We've got tapes on
Masucci and on Ruffo.

And guess who's name keeps
coming up over and over again?

The water is rising,
gentlemen. Illegal tap.

Warrants signed,
sealed, and delivered.

It's up to your neck...

There's no way, Stone.

There is no way I give up Frank.

Then give me Ruffo.

What do you give me?

Man one.

If I testify against Ruffo,

I won't live six months.

I'll guarantee you protection.

That's a joke.

You see me laughing?
I'll take my chances.

Then tell me
where to find Ruffo.

Man two, with a
sentencing recommendation.

If I find him, you
got your deal.

Now how's it work?

He calls me.

Sends a car to pick me up.

I don't know where
I'm going till I get there.

When do you know
who he's in town to hit?

Frank doesn't let me
know till the last minute.

He calls me on the car phone,

gives me a name.

Ruffo meets the car,

I give him the name.

There is no way

I am going to say this in court.

Two teams have been on
Beigal since he left your office.

Ruffo call?

Not yet.

You don't approve.

Beigal as much as confessed

he was involved in
Russell Mackey's murder.

I dealt Beigal down to man two
because through Beigal we get Ruffo.

Through Ruffo we get Masucci.

You trusted Beigal
before. It backfired.

You wanted... It's not about me.

No? No, it's about
getting Masucci.

That's the game we're playing.

What's being played is you.

You let Masucci
get under your skin.

Now he's controlling the agenda.

I wasn't aware tenacity in pursuit
of a criminal was a character flaw.

You can dress it up any
way you want to, Ben,

it still looks like
payback time to me.

The Russians say that revenge

is the sweetest passion.

Yeah, and the Sicilians say
it's a meal best served cold.

Ruffo just picked up Beigal.

Headed south on Irving Place.

We got 'em.

What do you think,
linguine at Elio's?

20 bucks says osso
bucco at Primavera.

They got a white wine
and mushroom sauce

that dances on your tongue.

We should all eat
as well as they do.

Crime pays, Max.

For lunch, anyway.

Max: Change of course.

Left on 16th.

We got 'em.

We'll cruise 14th.

I guess that knocks
it for Primavera.

I'm keeping my 20
on the table right now.

We're going to lose them. We
got a problem here. Take over now.

Where is he? They're
heading toward 3rd.

Man: Why don't you
look where you're going?

Damn it!

Sorry, we checked his
office, we checked his house.

You talk to the
wife? She wasn't in.

Damn it! We look
like jerks here.

There's nothing else
we can do tonight.

We'll talk to the limo
driver in the morning.

Damn it.

Driver: I get this call.
Pick up Mr. Harvey Beigal,

drive him to the Plaza.
After that it's, "as directed."

And?

I drove him to The Plaza,
I let him out, I waited.

And then what?

He comes out about three
hours later, around 11:00,

says I can pack it in.

He didn't want to be taken home?

No. He said he was
in the Oak Room,

went back inside.

I got the car in around 11:18.

Nice tip, no mess
in the back seat.

The best kind of night.

Hmm.

Waitress: Sorry, I can't help
you. Better ask one of the waiters.

We already did.

He was wearing a
fedora, if that's any help.

Latest yuppie affectation. They
all want to look like their fathers.

I still can't help you.

Are you sure?

The place was busy last night.

If somebody spends three
hours at one of my tables,

I'm going to remember
him, hat or no hat.

Count on it... he wasn't here.

My husband owns
property in Connecticut.

It's likely that's where he is.

Well, he wouldn't
have called you?

Harv's a big boy,

and I'm not a possessive woman.

You have a very
trusting relationship.

We respect each other's privacy.

Isn't that the way
it's supposed to be?

Whatever works. The
point is, Mrs. Beigal,

your husband had a meeting
yesterday with Vincent Ruffo.

He's been MIA ever since.

You've heard of Vincent Ruffo?

He's an associate
of your brother's.

Sergeant, we have
nothing more to talk about.

If you don't mind, I promised
to take my daughter shopping.

Hey! Come here.

Driver: What's
the big deal, huh?

So maybe I pad the
bill by a half an hour.

That a federal crime?

Your passenger never came home.

Maybe he got lucky.

Hey, listen, you don't
come clean with us,

you're going to be cracking
your nuts inside a cage.

Just between us, right?

I could lose my
chauffeur's license.

Half an hour after he
goes into The Plaza,

Beigal comes
out with this guy...

Face like a fist.

They want to borrow my car.

What for? I'm not
dumb enough to ask.

He gives me a couple
of hundreds and tells me

I can pick up the car in
three hours at Pier 26.

You always give
your car up that easy?

Some people you don't say no to.

I get out, guy takes the wheel,

Beigal gets in beside him.

And when you got the car back?

Clean as when it left except a
couple more hundred on the seat,

and 50 more miles
on the odometer.

Car's got a phone,
right? Yeah, and a TV too.

Can you tell if the
phone was being used?

Sure. The customer
gets charged for incoming

and outgoing calls.

And last night?

Nobody touched it.

You think Beigal
fled the jurisdiction?

I think he's dead, and I got a
feeling so does Katherine Beigal.

Masucci had Beigal Ruffo'd.

The way we see it is, he set up
the meeting with Beigal and Ruffo...

That much we got on tape.

But Masucci never called the car

to give Beigal the
name of the hit.

Which means that
the name was Beigal.

Stone's right... his own
brother-in-law? This guy's a mad dog.

Beigal might've been family, but
he wasn't Family with a Sicilian F.

That'd explain why Mrs. Beigal's
been calling her brother all afternoon.

Five calls in the last three
hours. Masucci's ducking her.

Probably doesn't want to hear
how much she enjoys being a widow.

Great, now we got to
keep the tail on the sister.

Nail Masucci through his sister?

Feels like a reach.

I don't like it either. You got any
better ideas, I'll be glad to take them.

What?!

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

They'll be there in 15 minutes.

Mrs. Beigal is at La
Stanza in the Village.

So is Masucci.

It's been an hour.

My guess is he isn't just
lingering over dessert.

Listen, you're supposed
to know what's better!

I like that woman.
Yeah, you would.

Mrs. Beigal: What Frank and
I talked about is our business.

When it involves your
husband's disappearance,

it becomes our business.

I understand you're caught
between conflicting loyalties.

You don't understand
anything about my loyalties.

You know what
happened to your husband.

So do we. We
can't prove it though.

What exactly does
Mrs. Beigal know?

That Frank Masucci found
her husband to be a liability,

ordered him killed.

This evidence might
help you see the truth

of what I'm saying.

This is a recording
of a telephone call

Vincent Ruffo placed
to Frank Masucci

two days before your
husband's disappearance.

Vinnie on tape:
Frank, it's Vinnie.

Masucci: When did you
get in? Late yesterday.

Howard's the guy you talk to.

But Frank...

I said talk to Beigal.
Give him a buzz.

Stone: What does
"Give him a buzz" mean?

What do you think it means?

That your brother told Vinnie
Ruffo to kill your husband.

Even if we accept
your interpretation,

what Frank Masucci does has...

Michael.

What do you want
from me, Mr. Stone?

Answers. Evidence.

I want to find out
where your husband is.

It's only rumor.
Hearsay, at best.

Mrs. Beigal is not involved

with her brother's affairs,

and will not, under
any circumstances,

testify against him.

Remember, this is
purely speculation.

Speculate, Mrs. Beigal.

There's a place...

in New Jersey.

Max: What have we got so far?

Logan: Masucci's greatest hits.

Double there,

single there.

This one's folded in half.

Max: Anyone recent?

Cop: Just bones and hair.

The Garden State.

Only to the mob.

I'm still not sure
about the jurisdiction.

Let the DA worry about it.

Cop #2: Sergeant,
we got a fresh one!

Max: Harv Beigal.

Your witness, Counselor.

The charges are: murder
in the second degree

and conspiracy to commit
murder in the second degree.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your
Honor. Judge: Motions?

The defense intends
to move that this court

lacks jurisdiction in
this matter, Your Honor.

A body was found in New Jersey.

There is nothing to link
that body to New York City.

The People contend that the murder
was committed in New York, Your Honor.

That body was then
transported to New Jersey.

I'll hear motions in two weeks,
papers to be submitted Monday next.

Until that time, Your Honor,

the State requests the
defendant be held without bail.

Your Honor, the defendant...

Save it, Counselor, this
is murder two. No bail.

Request a hearing.

It's your prerogative.

We have Beigal's body. We have
a positive ID on Mackey's remains.

I have means and motive.

What you don't have is one
irrefutable piece of evidence

that ties Masucci to
either one of those bodies.

Without that, I'm not
going to let you go to trial.

What kind of evidence
would satisfy you?

A witness would be nice.

You're not giving me
much running room here.

The last time... This
isn't the last time.

Everyone has an agenda, my boy,

but I won't let yours
take precedence.

I can't have this office
dragged through the mud again.

No smoking gun, no trial.

We've already told you
under no circumstances

will Katherine testify
against her own brother.

Do you actually think I'm privy
to any aspect of Frank's life?

I'm a woman, Mr. Stone.

Some traditions never die.

You heard the tape.
I'm only asking you

to testify as to its meaning...

That Frank Masucci
ordered your husband's killing.

Thanks to you,
my husband's dead.

You want me dead, too?

Frank Masucci'd
kill his own sister?

What do you think I was
telling you that day in court?

You've got more than a
dozen bodies for God's sake.

What more do you need to
make a case against him?

Please, don't play
dumb with me, Counselor.

We have bodies, we have
tapes, We have Harv Beigal's...

In other words,
they have nothing.

You can't make
your prima facie case.

I grew up in
courtrooms, Mr. Stone,

on my father's knee.

You're right. Without your
testimony, we're on thin ice.

So I'll just put
you on the stand,

with or without your permission,

and treat you as
a hostile witness.

You can subpoena her, but
you can't force her to testify.

You might want to
remind Mr. Le Claire

what the penalties are
for contempt and perjury.

Please, Mr. Stone, don't
put me in this position.

I have small children.

And I have no choice. I'm sorry.

I have my witness, Adam.
I'm ready to go to trial.

Her lawyer's right. You can't
compel her to tell the truth.

Once she's on the stand,
she will tell the truth.

Oh, I see. Now you're psychic.

You realize she'd have to violate
every rule she ever grew up with.

Her brother threw the rule book
out when he killed her husband.

You've met the woman. You want
to put your faith in her character,

I won't second-guess
you. We have a problem.

Masucci's just been bailed out.

Just been what? By whom?

You sure he's here?

He was doing arrangements.

Lonner! Don't move.

Sure, I knew
Masucci's bail hearing

wasn't scheduled until Thursday,

but his attorney brought
it by order to show cause.

You should've
called me! I tried,

but Judge Overmeyer...
Overmeyer?

He gave me 10 minutes.
He said no adjournments.

So Masucci's out on
bail, what's the big deal?

Where's he going to go?

His sister was standing there
with a check for a million bucks.

For a million bucks, I'd...

Katherine Beigal
posted his bail?

Yeah.

Robinette: Overmeyer. Connected?

The largest contributor
to his campaign fund

is New York Cement.
You figure it out.

Why would Katherine Beigal...

I don't want to
speculate. Find her.

Call Cragen, and tell
him to pick up Masucci.

For what? I don't give a damn.

For spitting on the sidewalk.

Ben... Now, Paul!

We have a warrant for your
husband's arrest, Mrs. Masucci.

Again? He just got out.

What could he have
done in five hours?

David, take your brother
to his room right now!

Cute kids.

When they're asleep.

Let's see, Frank said
something about...

some meetings?

Try the social club downtown.

That's where he
keeps his office,

but I suppose you
already know that.

When does he usually come home?

8:00, unless he has
a business dinner.

He likes to kiss
the boys good night.

Can I ask you something?

What exactly does your
husband do for a living?

Investments.

I thought so.

Logan: One and a half more kids

they'd be on the cover
of "Life" magazine.

The perfect American family.

Masucci had
another kid... a boy.

Jumped a red light
in his convertible.

Ran square into a pick-up. DOA.

Funny, the driver of the pick-up
walked away without a scratch.

What's funny about that?

He died two months later.

Drowned out at Atlantic Beach.

He couldn't swim?

He couldn't get
out of his truck.

Perfect.

Frank Masucci.
This is a private club.

You just went public.
Mind if we take a look?

Take it easy,
fellas. Take it easy.

I haven't seen Frank all day.

Hey, pardon me if I
think you're full of it.

I thought you arrested him.

What, he beat you already?

We miss his company.

Logan: Where's the office?

Listen guys, I don't know
what you're talking about.

You can show us now, or
we arrest you for obstruction

and then you show us.

All right.

Now, now, Max, be social.

What're you looking at, huh?

Like I said, he ain't here.

You got something more
than an arrest warrant or what?

What're you, a lawyer now?

Okay, Counselor, where are
we likely to find Big Frankie?

Why don't you try the Met?

Hey, try this!

Take it easy, take it easy.

It's dinnertime.

And?

Try La Stanza.

Whew.

Mike.

You know what kills me?

These guys,

they ride around in their limos,

they eat lobster,

they wear vicuña coats.

Should we let him eat first?

While we freeze our
asses off out here?

Frankie!

Logan: We got a shooting
on Farrel and Commerce.

Two white males in a
gray Cadillac, heading west.

Man: You all right?

14 shots, from under 10 feet.

Somebody wanted to make sure.

Who do you think
that somebody was?

Katherine Beigal
posted his bail,

then hopped a plane
to Miami two hours ago.

She'd posted a million
bucks just to waste him?

No waste of his bail.

With Masucci dead, she
gets every penny back.

Yeah, well, she
did in 10 seconds

what we couldn't do in 10 years.

What's that?

Put Masucci out of business...

permanently.

Any civilians hurt?

Only the bad
guys. Two in critical.

You know what this means.

Bodies'll fall.

It's a Gambino war of
succession all over again.

Between whoever's stupid
enough to want Masucci's job.

And who do we go after first?

Let's see who's left
standing in a month.

Adam,

this is not what I wanted.

I have no complaints.

Let's go tell the mayor.