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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.

I want the slides first, then
we show them the stills.

The miniatures are
the knockout punch.

Damn!

We're already late, and
the traffic... I'd better call.

Peter, pull the car around
and meet me at the gate.

Ah, damn.

Four quarters, please. I'm
not supposed to give change.

Look, I'm in a rush.

Yeah, it's Moskowitz.
Tell him 15 minutes.

I know.

15 minutes, guaranteed.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Ms. Moskowitz?

Uh, I'm okay. Take your time.

Uh...

I'd just hung up on the phone,

and... I didn't see the car.

I told Peter and Craig
to bring it around.

So I went looking.

There was this van... Nearly
clipped me on the way out.

What color was the van?

Uh, gray or maybe silver.

Big.

How about the driver?
Did you get a look at him?

Barely... a white guy.

I don't know.

And then I found them...

You said there was a
woman? A brunette?

Uh-huh, I don't
know where she went.

Dude was doing at least 35.
He busted through the gate.

Mr. Rozakis got a partial on
the plates. The APB's already out.

- Would you recognize him?
- No, I never saw him.

The machine gives a ticket on the way
in, you're supposed to pay on the way out.

He's probably halfway
to Canada by now.

Sure... the plates
were Canadian.

I told them that.

"Je me souviens."

I remember.

The motto on the Quebec plates.
There's a lot of Greeks in Canada.

I got uncles, cousins
in Montreal, Toronto.

Oh... um...

on the van, the
bumper, there's a...

a sticker that says
"Tilford Rentals."

They're like the
Hertz of Canada.

That's it?

Yeah.

Listen, you remember
anything else,

- give us a buzz.
- Sure.

- Logan: So Sammy, tell us.
- It's two shots each
to the heart.

- No exit wound.
- Cerreta: What'd they take?

Nothing, wallet's intact. One of
them's got a $1,000 Piaget on his wrist.

No powder burns,
no defensive wounds.

I figure they got it
from 10, 15 feet at least.

Four shots, probably
silenced, right through the heart.

- A marksman.
- A pro.

Fellas, you're telling me

that a pro rents a van in
Montreal, drives 500 miles,

then in the open guns
down two ad men?

- Disgruntled client, maybe.
- Witnesses?

Nothing we can use.

We got a hit on the APB here.

Traffic towed a gray van, Canadian
plates, corner of 33rd and 8th.

That's a post office. He's going
to mail himself back to Canada?

I'm thinking he'd be more
comfortable on the train.

The station!

No backup! If he even
smells a uniform, he's gone.

P.A. 11:30 train leaving for
Trenton, New Jersey on track 3.

Stopping in Newark, and
Metropark, Westfield, Plainfield,

Princeton... final destination,
Trenton, New Jersey, now boarding.

Hey! Montreal train, what track?

Track 8, departs in 15.

Six down, two to go.

There you go.

Going to Montreal?

Excuse me, sir, are
you going to Montreal?

- Yes.
- Can I see your ticket, please?

Vacation?

Don't you guys
have anything bet...

Look, just tell her I
already mailed the check.

My friend!

Hey! Forget something?

Thanks, I had a little
too much coffee today.

It'll keep. You mind
if we look in here?

Can I stop you? We
could always get a warrant.

But then you wouldn't
want to miss your train.

Put your hands right
on top of your head.

Down!

You're under arrest. Anything you say
can be used against you in a court of law.

How many times are we
gonna go through this?

Mr. Kemp, what do you
say we call your lawyer?

No reason to call a
lawyer. I didn't do anything.

You had a semi-automatic
with a fully loaded clip.

So I had a piece.

So I was a naughty
boy. I'll pay the two bucks.

I'm thinking it wasn't just a piece,
Frank, I'm thinking it was a murder weapon.

I'm happy for you.
Okay if I smoke?

Cerreta: Mike? Mike!

Want some coffee? What do
you say we have some coffee?

Yeah.

Man: Cream, no sugar.

We're doing all the talking.
A little leverage wouldn't hurt.

We hit on ballistics,
it's all over.

Did you check his
yellows? Yeah, six arrests...

From gun possession to attempt.

No convictions.

A van rented in your name
was spotted at the scene,

then it was found three blocks from
the train station where we found you.

I told you the van was stolen.

I stopped for breakfast at
some diner on 46th and Lex.

It was not there
when I came out.

- You reported it?
- Mm-hmm.

To who? The police,
the rental company?

All of the above.

What's the big deal? This
the first car stolen in the city?

Mr. Kemp, you live in
Plattsburgh, upstate New York.

What's that, about an
hour outside of Montreal?

- 45 minutes.
- You went that far
to rent a van?

I'm not rolling in the
bucks like you guys.

Exchange rate, no per
mile, I save a bundle.

Why did you need a
van to come down here?

My mother.

She owns this great old clock,

a Seth Thomas. Some
dealer on the West Side

offered me five grand for it.

The dealer's name? In the van.

With the clock?

And you always
take a semi-automatic

and an eight-inch
blade on a trip?

What do you want? It's New York.

Yeah.

- Mike, labs you ordered.
- And...?

Negative. The gun in
his bag didn't kill our guys.

The bastard knew it all along.

A different story
on the knife, though.

Minute traces of human
blood of recent origin.

Wait a minute, I thought
these guys were shot?

They were. Great. That's great.

So we got two stiffs with no murder
weapon and a bloody knife with no victim.

That's great!

Standard "pop and hop."

Effective, but impacts
the resale value.

So Kemp makes like
someone took his van.

He knows how to throw a few
curves. And he's a consummate pro.

This is the address of an
antique dealer on the West Side.

Yeah, he's good. Covers all
the bases, establishes an alibi.

If he's so good, why
not ditch the knife?

You can't match a knife like
you can a bullet. Why toss it?

"Waste not, want not."
Everyone gets hit by the recession.

We got pretty recent gunpowder residue
here. I'll bring it over to the lab.

At least we know
we got the right van,

but that doesn't put
Kemp in the driver's seat.

Feel like a doughnut?

Yeah.

Cook: BLT down.
150 bagels a day,

all with cream cheese, and
this turnip wants peanut butter.

Was that yesterday?

Sits there doing the
puzzle for an hour.

I live on tips, little he cares.

- But what goes
around, comes around.
- What do you mean?

He leaves, comes running
back five minutes later

looking for a phone...
Someone stole his car.

Serves him right!

You ever work a counter? No.

Michelle Pfeiffer could be
sitting there, you wouldn't know.

They don't look at their faces.

A waitress in a place like this
probably serves 100 breakfasts a day.

But she remembered him.
Because he wanted her to.

- The guy's good.
- So how come our two guys
rate such a pro?

Were they involved in something?

That's what we're trying
to find out, Ms. Moskowitz.

Can you tell us anything about
their lives outside the office?

Friends, relatives?

Craig Hovis was
like a plowhorse.

As far as I knew, he
was here all the time.

- What about the family?
- From Phoenix.

- No family in town.
- And Coyle?

Peter was a different story.

Freelanced until I convinced
him to come aboard.

To Peter, corporate America
was up there with root canal.

But you turned him around?

Well, money can't
buy love, but it helps.

Coyle, was he all work as well?

Peter was an artist.

He breathed life
into every frame.

I'd finally convinced
him to show his portraits.

I have a friend who
has a gallery in Soho.

So I take it that you

talked to Peter about
things other than work?

We'd just started
seeing each other.

Dating.

Was he the one?

It looks like Coyle had a more
interesting life than the plowhorse.

Nobody had a piece of this guy.

63 Gs in a money market,

another 50 and change
in a retirement fund.

Hardly worth killing for.

"Esquire," "Hockey News."

Tax deductibles... Greenpeace,

United Way, "Jerry's Kids."

Huh... a card from Moskowitz.

These guys look like boy scouts.

Yeah, with shadow lives.

Somebody paid good
money to get them dead.

Dig deep enough, something
pops out of the shadows.

None of the usuals
play. Mob, drugs,

who else hires a hitter?

Jealous husband. Both of them?

Maybe "Mr. Plowhorse" was dunking
his doughnut in somebody else's coffee.

Husband gets a whiff,
doesn't like the smell.

And Coyle? Wrong
place, wrong time.

Innocent bystander-
slash-witness.

Hold it!

What if they both
had bad timing?

- Phil, I was kidding.
- Hear me out.

The guy in the lot and Moskowitz
both said there was another woman.

She got there before
Hovis and Coyle.

The brunette.

She went in but no
one saw her go out.

And Kemp has a
bloody knife in his bag.

So Kemp's doing the
brunette with the knife,

Coyle and Hovis
see him en flagrante,

- it's "bang, bang."

- She went to the lot...
why? To get her car.

Which has still got to be there.

My boss says nobody
stays long term.

- But you're a nice guy, right?
- Ah, live and let live.

Besides I can use the
extra cash... a new VCR.

This is Mr. Simmons, a lawyer.

Friday he says, "I'm
going away for six days.

Anybody wants to take
it, let them. It's insured."

Next.

This one's been here a few days.

After 48 hours, I'm
supposed to have them towed,

but I figure what the
hell, she's a nice lady.

- She say she would
be out of town?
- Attendant: Not to me.

- This lady have a name?
- Not that I know of.

She's in here all the time,
though. She's nice-looking.

Mike?

Look. Paint scratched
down to the bare metal.

Someone wanted to get
in there real bad, huh?

Looks like someone
else wanted it that way.

See, there's a toothpick, or
a matchstick stuck in there.

Okay...

Janet Torrens, 6th Street,
Brooklyn, New York, 27 years old.

Does that say "Ms." or "Mrs."?

I was just thinking
maybe next time

I'd take her to see the
Knicks or something.

I wouldn't hold my breath.

Man: Janet was out of
work for a couple of months.

I told her, "Why waste the
money? Your old room's empty."

Last month, she started
looking for her own apartment.

When did you see her last?

What was it? Tuesday morning?
Before she left for the city.

So you haven't seen
her for two days?

Janet's a grown woman. She lived
here, but we don't keep tabs on her.

She was under a lot of stress.

Mr. Torrens, does
Janet drive a red BMW?

Yeah, she bought it used when
she started working in Manhattan.

We found her car
in a parking lot.

It's been there for 48 hours.

- Oh God!
- It doesn't necessarily mean...

I told her, "You keep your
mouth shut. It's not your problem."

- Jack, they told us not to.
- Excuse me?

The FBI. Jack!

What the hell
does it matter now?

They're investigating that
bum she used to work for...

Charles Martine... For
legal contracts or something.

- Janet was helping them?
- Yeah.

- Cerreta:
Do you have a name, an agent?
- Mr. Torrens: Blanchard.

We called him last night.
He told us not to worry.

She's done this before... left the city
for a couple of days without telling us.

Why would she leave her car in
the city if she went to the island?

All off the record, right?

Charles Martine, as in
"The United States versus..."

Any bells going off?

Military contractor,

built Martine Aeronautics
from the ground up,

sells the Air Force on a
sophisticated guidance system.

- A million bucks a plane.
- A scam?

Underbids everybody,
delivers substandard goods.

US Attorney calls it fraud.

Maybe some flyboy's
widow calls it murder.

Mr. Martine is currently awaiting
trial in the "no-bail suite" at MCC.

Indictment's got more counts
than Nixon had plumbers.

What about Janet Torrens?

Ms. Torrens was Martine's
bookkeeper for five years.

The past seven months,
confidential government informant.

You have something
on her? She came to us.

The young lady has guts... the
kind you don't see much anymore.

I really hope you guys
are wrong about this.

I like this one.

You'll let me know, huh?

I never heard of Janet Torrens.

The blood on your knife was
type O, same as Janet Torrens'.

The same as me.

Does the name "Charles
Martine" mean anything to you?

I never heard of him.
Look, what's the deal here?

Are you going to walk me
through the whole phone book?

Janet Torrens was
working mornings as a temp

two blocks from where
the car was found.

Her co-workers said she
had been there three weeks.

She was about to blow the whistle
on Martine. He doesn't like the music,

he hires Kemp. Hovis
and Coyle got in the way.

Without the girl's
body, it's a stretch.

Come on, Paul,
the bottom line is

she's been missing
since Tuesday.

Her car was 10 feet from where
Hovis and Coyle took a bath,

and Kemp's van was
spotted at the scene!

The real bottom line is we can't put any of
them in the same place at the same time.

You need some physical
evidence to connect it all.

We got a team searching
his place right now.

Give us a couple of
days. Something will pop.

Kemp's lawyer is screaming
his head off about the delay.

Buy us a couple, Paul. We
will make the connection.

Martine's in a federal pen.

It's gonna take a day to get
through the red tape to see him.

We ought to be able to get
some mileage out of the gun.

Possession three,
he'll walk before lunch.

Ben broke his wrist this
morning playing tennis.

Maybe I can use that to
postpone the arraignment.

He what?

He dove for a lob.

He finally beat you, huh?

He was up, 5-4.

Some subcontractor
deals me a faulty board,

I pass it on to the Air
Force. It's not my fault.

Mr. Martine's dealings with the federal
government were strictly legitimate.

- It will all come out in the trial.
- What about Janet Torrens?

- She was my bookkeeper.
- Was?

The feds start investigating,
people nose around,

production stops...
No books to keep.

Come on. Your
bookkeeper goes bye-bye,

and two guys are found dead
next to her car the same day.

Makes you wonder.

Are you accusing
Mr. Martine of murder?

In case you haven't
noticed, Detective,

I've been indisposed
for the last seven months.

Your pal Frank Kemp
tells a different story.

I never heard of him.

If we find out you did, you'll
be more than "indisposed"

for the next 25 years,
I promise you that.

Attorney: Check his visitors
list if you like. It's public record.

If you want, I'll even
open his phone logs to you.

Martine swears he never
heard of Frank Kemp.

- Oh, I know I believe him.
- As far as visitors go,

nothing in the last seven months
except his attorney Teasdale, and his wife.

Ditto with the phone traffic. The
only calls made were to Teasdale

and the wife. He never
called Frank Kemp.

How about we take
it from the other end?

I'm sure our friends at New
York Telephone would be happy

to supply us with
Mr. Kemp's usage details.

No, thank you. Frank
likes Chinese food.

674 prefix... what is
that, the East Village?

Yeah. Frankie's
got a friend there.

Five calls last
week, same number.

What did people do before
they had answering machines?

Cute voice...
Maybe the girlfriend.

Even hitters have a life.

Reverse directory,
I get the address.

Yes. Is he in?

No, it's personal. No message.

The day before the shootings,

Frank Kemp chats with
a lawyer, 27 minutes.

The lawyer's name...
Larry Teasdale.

As in Martine's mouthpiece.

So he called here. Doesn't
mean I talked to him.

Maybe he's seeing my secretary.

Does your secretary
happen to live in the Village?

- Teasdale: Rockaways.
- Logan: Mr. Kemp calls here

the day before the key witness
against your client disappears.

The world's getting smaller
every day, Mr. Teasdale.

Look... I'm really
backed up today.

Maybe we could continue
this some other time?

You're also a suspect.
Accessory to murder, three counts.

Fine. Then if you want
to speak to me again,

hit my lawyer with a subpoena.

Law degree...
It's a license to lie.

Even if we get a subpoena,
he's going to hide behind privilege.

Not if Kemp told him beforehand
he was going to commit a crime.

- I'll call Robinette.
- Let's stop in the Village first.

Could be that Kemp's honey
doesn't have a law degree.

I don't know any Frank Kemp.
He called you five times last week.

That doesn't mean
I talked to him.

Ms. McManus, Frank Kemp is
suspected in the murder of three people.

If you have any information...

I told you I don't know
him! Listen, I'm in a hurry.

Get this right. You're not going
anywhere until you talk to us.

I went out with the guy
a couple of times, okay?

Now the jerk won't
leave me alone.

What's the matter? You don't
like to pick up your messages?

Cerreta: We don't mind.

Go ahead.

Here, let me... Let
me help you out.

Recording: It's Larry Teasdale.
If you're listening, pick up.

Call me as soon as
possible. I'll be at the office.

And don't talk to anyone!

Larry Teasdale... everybody's
favorite middleman.

- Logan:
Teasdale called. What did he want?
- How should I know?!

Frankie must have given him my
number. That's who he's looking for.

Come on, Bettina. The dial
went off the meter an hour ago.

Kemp is in jail.
Teasdale knows it.

He was looking for
you, Ms. McManus.

I don't know anything about it!

- I want to get out of here.
- You're not under arrest.

You can leave here
any time you want.

Next time Teasdale calls,

ask him how much he
charges to draw up a will.

Cragen: I hope she brought
a change of underwear.

Cerreta: Scared is
good. Give it a minute.

She doesn't look like a player.

I doubt she is, but she
knows everybody involved.

I just met him.

- Teasdale?
- Kemp.

A couple of months
ago, at a club.

Downtown. The guy wore a suit.

We got lit in the ladies'
room. He was rolling in it.

Cocaine?

You ever ask him
where he got the money?

All right, look, let me be
straight with you, okay?

There's a woman
named Janet Torrens,

she's missing.

She's probably dead.

You see where I'm going here?

You want to join
her? Be my guest.

Okay! I thought he was
dealing, but that's all!

I had no idea he killed people.

Did he say he
killed Janet Torrens?

I never heard of Janet
Torrens until today.

What about Charles Martine?

Alls I know is I get a
call from some lawyer...

- Teasdale?
- He says Frankie's "knee-deep."

He says 25 grand is
mine if I cover for him,

say we were together and that I
dropped him at the train station.

- And you said?
- I said, "Sure."

But then I thought...

"I don't know these guys. Why
should I step in it for them?"

Martine ordered the hit,

Teasdale gave the
contract to Kemp.

Conspiracy to commit
murder, three counts.

Good. Get it on tape.

And you... stay
off those courts.

- Bettina: Frankie's okay?
- Teasdale: Fine.

Getting better with your help.

He really messed up, didn't he?

All you need to know is that you
will be helping Frank out of a jam.

If Frankie's done
something wrong...

I don't know...

I don't really like this.

This should help ease the pain.

25 Gs? That's a
hell of an aspirin.

This guy ought to
reread the ethics code.

After he reads
the criminal code.

Teasdale: You and Kemp
spent the day together...

you had a drink, you hopped in
the sack, you took care of business.

And then you went with
him to the train station.

I'm not very good at this.

For 25 thou, you better be.

Shall we? Be my guest.

Is English a second language?

I thought I made it clear.
We have nothing to discuss.

No discussion here.
We talk, you listen.

Larry Teasdale, you're
under arrest for bribery,

tampering with a
witness, and murder.

I think the good
counselor knows his rights.

Case number 26747,

"People against Franklin Kemp,

Larry Teasdale and
Charles Martine."

Charges are murder in the
second degree, three counts,

conspiracy to commit
murder in the second degree,

bribery, witness tampering.

Have we got any pleas?

- Not guilty.
- Not guilty.

- Not guilty.
- So far, so good.

Mr. Gold knows how
I don't like surprises.

Keep me happy, Paul.

Jail status continued
on Mr. Martine.

$500,000 bail on
Mr. Teasdale and Mr. Kemp.

- So ordered.
- W-wait! Your Honor!

Uh, uh, uh! I'd love to stand
around and chat, Mr. Gold,

but I have a very full
plate. Have a nice day.

- Keep them coming.
- Bailiff: Case number 26748...

We're in for a long trip.

At the arraignment, Martine
was represented by Arthur Gold.

His MO's legendary,
he'll bury us in paper.

Arthur Gold... He's
all fizz and no gin.

- Sometimes fizz works.
- If you're referring
to the Jacobs case,

that was six years ago.
We were understaffed,

Arthur Gold's laundry list of
frivolous motions was abusive.

It was also good enough to get
the murder weapon suppressed.

Good enough to beat you.

He wore out the judge.

His last article for
"The Journal" was called

"The Rule of M's:

Mountains of Motions
Multiply Mistakes."

- He said no
prosecutor could survive.
- We don't give him a chance.

You cock enough triggers,
one of the pistols has to go off.

So between Kemp and
Teasdale, one of them will roll.

And they'll all go away
for a very long time.

Maybe not.

Teasdale and Kemp are represented
by Gold's shadows... Styger and Werner.

So? Schedule Werner
at 2:00 and Styger at 4:00.

The case against your client
is stronger than it appears.

The van, the knife
and the tape...

Should paint a pretty
clear picture for a jury.

So what is this, a
courtesy update?

I want the man
who hired your client.

You give me Charles Martine...

And you'll give me a medal?

No, man one, one count.

15 minimum? I'd
rather roll the dice.

That's fine, but they'll come
up murder two, three counts.

- 25 to life on each.
- Attorney: Come on, guys.

Teasdale's tape has
nothing to do with Mr. Kemp.

The van was reported stolen,

the blood on the
knife matches that of

what... four million
people in New York alone?

Including Janet Torrens.

And you can't produce a body.

You rest your case,

I move to dismiss.

My client would have
surrendered, Mr. Stone.

The humiliation of a public
arrest was hardly called for.

I'm sorry, I missed the "Emily Post"
chapter on the "etiquette of arrest."

Ben, I thought we were friends.

Once a year we co-chair

a Bar Association committee.
Friends, I don't think so.

You're serious about this?

- About the bribery? Yes, I am.
- Alleged bribery.

And the murder of Janet Torrens,
Craig Hovis and Peter Coyle.

You're going away
for a long time, Larry.

Don't be stupid twice.
Don't go down alone.

Give me Charles Martine.

We'll work something out.

Dealing's a two-way
street, Mr. Stone.

There's nothing you can give me.

You'll never make a
case against my client.

It's all on tape, Ms.
Styger. I've got witnesses.

You've got "Hammad"
problems up to your dimples.

Ms. McManus was acting
as an agent of the police

when she spoke with my client.

- So?
- So the last time he spoke
with your men in blue,

Cerreta and Logan,

he told them in the future

they should speak
with his lawyer.

I assure you, I got no calls.

Your precious tape? It
doesn't get near a jury.

Without it, you've got diddly.

She's got a point.

Under the "Hammad" decision,
if Teasdale asked for an attorney,

it wouldn't make any
difference if he confessed

to shooting 22 people in a Houston
automat. The tape is worthless.

Gold's orchestrating
their joint defense.

Nobody talks, everybody walks.

We've still got McManus.
She can testify without the tape.

Is she credible?

It can go either way.

I wouldn't bet heavy...
A cross by Arthur Gold...

Arthur Gold doesn't leap tall
buildings in a single bound.

You know as well as I do
that nine out of 10 cases

are won without an eyewitness,
and Martine and Kemp

and Teasdale in the courtroom... the
circumstantial evidence is overwhelming.

Well, that'll get you to
the door, but it's a toss-up

if it'll get you inside.

Have you tried
dealing with all three?

Charles Martine started
the whole ball rolling.

Three people are dead. There's no way
I'd even consider dealing with that man.

But if you made
it worth his while?

Say... one count man one,

with a sentence to run
concurrently with his federal time?

He's got nothing to
lose. He'll have to talk.

It's worth it if you get
Kemp and Teasdale.

Without Janet Torrens'
body, Martine might not even

do federal time, and
he's the most culpable.

It's not the duty of this office

to determine relative culpability.
Martine rolls, all three go to jail.

But not for murder.

Ben, is it that you don't
want to deal with Martine

or is it Gold?

Gold's got nothing
to do with it.

All right, then
you'll talk to him.

Is that an order?

Man one?! Don't insult me, Ben.

All right. If Charles Martine
gives us Kemp and Teasdale,

one count man two, his sentence
runs concurrently with his federal time.

Come on, Counselor. Janet
Torrens is nowhere to be found.

I strongly doubt that there's
going to be a federal sentence.

You're showing your hand, Ben,

and a four flush doesn't
beat a pair of treys.

A woman agrees to
testify against your client

in a federal fraud
case and ends up dead!

- You got a death certificate?
- I don't need one! I have motive.

And Teasdale's bribe attempt
is corroboration in my book.

Well, you're on the
wrong page, Ben.

Hell, you're in
the wrong volume.

Teasdale called Kemp.

Maybe Teasdale is
the one with motive.

Maybe Janet Torrens
was about to sing his song.

Martine had nothing
to do with any murders.

That's a crock and you know it!

It's also reasonable doubt. I'll
take my chance with the jury,

if you've got the
stamina to get that far.

Now... a clean
slate for Martine,

and maybe then he'll talk.

Don't be ridiculous!

You're still swimming
upstream, Ben.

Open those baby
blues... you can't beat me!

A jury sees a knife,
hears that tape...

You don't really think I'm
gonna let that happen, do you?

I'll see you in court, Ben.

Hot off the presses.

Gold's suppression motion.

- The tape?
- And the knife.

Claims they were
both obtained illegally.

And? The knife's no problem.

The Supreme Court's said
at least a half dozen times

that consensual searches do not
invoke Fourth Amendment protection.

- It's clearly admissible.
- You talked to Cerreta?

He'll testify tomorrow.

Kemp agreed to let them
search his duffle bag.

The tape's another story.

Cerreta confirmed
Styger's claim.

Teasdale did tell them to
talk to him through his lawyer.

The police cannot
do through an agent

what they couldn't do
themselves. It's "blackletter."

Judge Jenklaw is a practical
man. He likes to do the right thing.

Maybe he'll overlook
the letter of the law.

If I weren't bound by oath

to give every litigant
their day in court,

I'd enter sanctions against
each and every one of you.

Mr. Gold...

I suggest you read the opinions of the
Supreme Court on consensual searches,

beginning with the latest sermon
from the mount, "Florida v. Bostwick."

If the police can randomly
search passengers on a bus,

then no possible stretch
of logic can mandate

the inadmissibility of a
consensual search of a train.

Your Honor, the case
law in this circuit...

Highlights the
frivolity of your motion.

And... Mr. Stone...

unless the "Hammad"
case and its progeny

have been overruled
while I was napping,

the tape is as dirty
as last week's laundry.

All right, the knife
is in, the tape is out.

Can we set this down for trial?

A professor I had in law
school said for enough money,

he could keep any defendant
out of jail for up to three years.

Martine's got the bucks.

In a perfect world, we
wouldn't have discovery.

We wouldn't have
pre-trial motions.

Just go to trial and let the
chips fall where they may.

In a perfect world, people
wouldn't get shot in the parking lot.

Round two from Gold.

This one's for change of venue.

"Excessive publicity
in this county."

I assume the return
date is Monday?

Yep.

You've really outdone
yourself, Arthur...

"Adverse publicity." Really?

The New York papers have
already convicted my client.

I think I'd be doing myself a favor
by transferring this to another court.

- Your Honor...
- I know you're opposed, Ben.

Look, Arthur, if you insist
on going through with this,

and I waste the whole
weekend reading your papers,

I promise you, I'm going to make
the rest of your trip very difficult.

In light of Your
Honor's predisposition...

Can the histrionics,
Arthur! We're off the record.

- I will agree
to withdraw the motion.
- Thank you.

However, Your Honor, some new
information has come to my attention

which could certainly bear
on the outcome of this trial.

Now, since we're all here,

I move that Mr. Stone
be disqualified

- as prosecutor on this case.
- What?

Your Honor, for the last two
years, Mr. Stone and Larry Teasdale

have co-chaired a Bar
Association committee.

There is no relevance...

Any favoritism that Mr. Stone
might show Mr. Teasdale

because of said...
"personal relationship"

could certainly
prejudice my client.

Three hours... once a year.

I never so much as had a
cup of coffee with the man.

How can I be sure of that?

Your Honor, the defendants
are being tried together,

they should certainly be
on a level playing ground.

I'm sure the District Attorney's
office can spare another assistant...

to prosecute this case.

He's got a valid point, Ben.

I move to sever.

Paul Robinette will try
Mr. Teasdale separately,

and I'll continue with
Mr. Kemp and Mr. Martine.

You sure, Ben?

Yes, Your Honor, I am.

Anybody here opposed?

No, Judge.

As a matter of fact, I
would consider it an honor

to have the opportunity to
clash swords with Mr. Stone.

Am I missing something?
The severance hurts the case.

Remove Teasdale
and the jury sees

no connection whatsoever
between Martine and Kemp.

They could all walk, Ben.

Teasdale is the weak link.

Now that he's on
his own, he'll roll.

Why should he?

Without the tape,
he's got no incentive.

If Gold had made the motion to
sever, what would you have done?

You would have hit the ceiling.

He wanted the severance.
He knew you'd oppose

so he conned you into making the motion
for him by asking to have you removed.

Gold knew you wanted
another shot at him in court.

He led you to water and
you dove in head first.

No excuses, you screwed up!

- I thought that...
- Brains were not
involved here.

You tried to out-flex
him and it backfired.

- Adam...
- A personal agenda
should be kept on the street!

Not dragged into a courtroom...
Where real people get hurt.

Wait a minute! You
insisted I deal with the man.

What would you have me do
now? Back away from severance?

- Where do we stand?
- We don't!

What do you suggest?

Find a way to make the
tape magically admissible?

The tape is inadmissible
against Teasdale...

Paul is trying him separately...

You think the judge would let
it in against Martine and Kemp?

I think you ought to get
them thinking about it.

Bettina on recording:
I don't really like this.

Teasdale on recording: This
should help ease the pain.

You and Kemp spent
the day together,

you cooked a meal,

you had a drink, you hopped in
the sack, you took care of business,

and then you went with
him to the train station.

I'm not very good at this.

For 25 thou, you better be.

So what? It wasn't admissible
then, it's not admissible now.

The tape was inadmissible
against Mr. Teasdale.

The cases have been severed.

Teasdale is being
tried separately.

So as to Mr. Kemp here,
it's a whole new ballgame.

I have already submitted
motion papers for a re-hearing.

Now, if you still want to
roll the dice, Mr. Kemp,

be my guest.

But the rest of your
life is a very long time.

What are you putting
in your coffee, Stone?

You're high if you think...

I think this offer is open
for another 10 seconds.

Next stop, Mr. Martine.

I doubt if he's willing
to take the chance

to let that tape into evidence.

Man two, one
count. He serves five.

Murder two, 25.

Man one... five to 15,

and you got a deal.

And you serve the max.

I told him the parking
lot would be a bust.

Martine?

I never talked to him.

My contact was Teasdale.

I should know better
than to listen to a lawyer.

He wanted me to
do her with a knife,

leave her in the parking
lot like a mugging.

But Hovis and Coyle
crashed the party?

Everybody knows this
city's "nuts-to-butts."

If it hadn't been the suits, it
would have been somebody else.

You should have
seen their faces.

And Janet Torrens?

What? I'm gonna leave her
there with the dead guys?

I want to know
exactly where she is.

The rats got to her. Another week,
there'd be nothing left but bones.

So much for "sleeps
with the fishes."

East River, we'd be
lucky to have the bones.

Six inches right
across the neck.

- Robinette: I'll call her parents.
- Cragen: I hope they all rot in hell.

One more stop and they will.

It's man two or it's nothing.

Mr. Teasdale is directly
responsible for three deaths.

Which you have
no way of proving.

You had nothing when he was in
charge. Things don't change that quickly.

Yes, they do, Ms. Styger.

Frank Kemp has agreed
to testify against your client.

Man one, one
count. You serve 15.

It's the same as we gave Kemp.

We're better off
going the distance.

The "distance" is three
terms, 25 to life on each.

Think about it.

Ben...

There's nothing you can do?

We'll take the 15.

In light of the fact that
my client has withdrawn

his plea of "not guilty" and
entered a plea of "guilty,"

and thereby saved this
court the time and expense

of what surely would
have been a lengthy trial,

I respectfully request that
Your Honor show lenience

and sentence Mr. Martine to the
mandatory minimum sentence of 15 to life.

May I remind the court

that Mr. Martine has
a wife and children?

He should have thought of
them before he ordered a murder.

Please rise, Mr. Martine.

You have anything to say
before I pronounce sentence?

No, Your Honor.

Charles Martine, having plead
guilty to the murder of Janet Torrens,

Craig Hovis and Peter Coyle,

I sentence you to three
terms each of 25 years to life

to be served consecutively in the
State Correctional Facility in Ossining.

And just be thankful

that that is the most severe
sentence the law allows.

Silver platters... I
handed it to you, Ben.

You would never have
thought to sever those cases

had I not moved to
have you disqualified.

I was going to use that tape,
severance was the only way.

You're not that
smart. You never were.

Call me for lunch.

You'd actually
eat lunch with him?

Only if he orders crow.