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In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Hey, we're the
first ones here.

That's because
the ticket counter doesn't
open till 8:30.

Well, at least we won't
have to stand in line.

No, we can stand by ourselves
for an hour and a half.

I need a restroom.

Hey, kids, look.

This is called, uh,
Castle Clinton.

It's an old naval fort.

It's the
President's fort?
No, it's named after, um...

I don't know who.
But not the President.

Oh, there's the restroom.

They should name that
after the President.

It's locked.

Gary, we're goin' back
to the hotel. Shane, come on.

Shane, don't look at her.
No, she's just sleeping.

No, she isn't.
Her head's all messed up.

Oh, my God.

Come on, let's go.
We better get a policeman.

Gimme a big beauty
shot of the gun with the hand.

Is this what I think it is?
Yeah.

One lonely Saturday night
too many.

Slug chipped General Booth
over there and dug
itself into a tree.

No suicide note, no ID.
Any idea how long
she's been here?

Ah, rigor's already set in.
Maybe, uh, six-to-eight hours.

There's not a lot of blood.
Well, it probably soaked
into the ground.

Just for drill,
test her hand
for gunpowder.

I'd hate to think
I got up this early on a
Sunday morning for a suicide.

Sorry. I missed the
"Do Not Disturb" sign
on your pager.

That's okay,
I enjoy the view.

Ellis Island.
Statue of Liberty.

"Huddled masses yearning
to breathe free. "

Or not.

The reason you didn't find
much blood on the ground

is that most of it's
still inside her.

She was already dead
when she was shot.
Suffocated.

With enough force
to break her nose.

There were no signs
of sexual trauma.

Drug panel was positive for
low levels of alcohol and
fluoxetine hydrochloride.

Prozac.

How old? Twenties?

Mid-to-late thirties.
Wow. No kidding?

It's the skin.

I'd kill for skin like that.
Yeah?

You sure you weren't in
Battery Park around midnight?

I was salsa dancing
at the Copa.

And according to her
body temperature,
this lady wasn't outside

more than a couple of hours.

Got a hit on her prints.
Janine McBride, 36.

That lovely lady
has a sheet?

No, she's got a
Federal security clearance.

She was a deputy director with
the Social Security
Administration in Baltimore.

That's a long commute.
She's got an address
down there.

Well, you know the drill.
Give our friends a call.

No boyfriend shirts,
no boyfriend pants.

Does every girl gotta
have a boyfriend?

Murdered ones do.
Significant others is the

number one cause of
death among women.

No party hats.

Where do you keep yours,
Sheppard?

Next to my bed,
in a gumball machine.

Mom and Dad.
Vivian and James McBride.
West 96th St. New York City.

Car key. Beemer.

The Baltimore Police told
us her car has been
missing from her garage

since Saturday night.

We just talked to her
on Thursday.

She would have told us if she
were coming up to visit.

Did she have a boyfriend?

No. I don't think so.

Do you know why
she was on medication?

She had a prescription
for Prozac.

We didn't know.

Well, we knew she was
upset about her job.

Why is that?

Up until a couple of months
ago, she was working for
the White House.

For the Council of
Economic Advisors.

So Baltimore wasn't
exactly a step up.
No.

Did she have
any friends here?
Anyone she would have called?

Ned Burks. She went out
with him for a few years.

She broke up
with him nearly two years ago.

She wouldn't call him.
Why'd you
mention him?

He's called me a few times
in the last month asking about
Janine.

He was always nice to her,
but I don't know.

The last time he called?
A week ago.

He asked me for a
job referral.

He was in Asian hedge funds.

He got clobbered.

It doesn't make sense.

Who would do this to her?
That's what we're
tryin' to find out.

Where were you Saturday night?

I was home. I was on
the phone.

Hong Kong, Manila,
trying to drum up business.

We saw you have a permit
for a handgun. A.357.

Yes. For my country house.
And as of last month,

I don't have the
country house anymore.

Look, I wouldn't hurt Janine.
I cared about her.

So we heard. You've
been calling her folks,
keeping tabs on her...

It's not like that.
Then what is it like?

When Janine and I
were going out,

we had dinner with them
a couple of times a week.

They've always treated
me like family.

And now that things are
a little unsteady for you,
you reached out to them.

Yeah, something like that.

You reach out to Janine?

I called her last month.
She wasn't home.

I didn't have
her work number.

Would've been nice
to get back with her, yeah?

I don't know if that was
in the cards.

Why not?
I asked her a few times
to marry me.

Uh, she never came out
and said no.

I thought there might
still be a chance

to prove to her I could
be everything she wanted.

They got a Beemer.
On Stone St., five blocks
from the park.

We ran her plastic.

She bought gas in Jersey City
just off the Turnpike,
ten-minutes-to-five,

Sunday morning.

Which is pretty amazing,
considering she'd been
dead for five hours.

Mr. Burks' alibi?

LUDs confirm he was
on the phone on and off
till 4:20 in the morning.

That pretty much
eliminates him.

Baltimore to Jersey City is,
what, about a four-hour drive?

Give or take.

Well, that puts the murder
scene back in Baltimore's lap.

It's like I told you and,
uh, cutie-pie, here.
Detective cutie-pie.

Yeah, right.
Miss McBride's car was here
Saturday afternoon,

and it wasn't here
Saturday night.

What time again
Saturday night?

Maybe 10:30.

You told us 10:00.

Give or take.
What am I, Swiss?

Who has the spot
next to her?

The Conways.
They went to, uh, Pompano
for the winter two weeks ago.

Munch, what do these
look like to you?

The blood drops are
the same type, same PGM,

and same antigen as
McBride's blood.

Probably from
the broken nose she got
when she was suffocated.

In her parking garage.
Looking more like
Baltimore's problem.

And we've got
nothing off
the fingerprints.

But Baltimore got a hit
off the serial number
of the gun.

It's registered to a
Eugene Lee in
Timonium, Maryland.

Reported stolen two
years ago.

Definitely
Baltimore's problem.

Someone went to
a lot of trouble to drop
the body off on our doorstep.

Wouldn't you like to know why?

Well, I'm sure Lieutenant
Giardello will call me with
all the fascinating details.

Right now, it's looking
like a robbery-carjack.

We don't know for
sure where she was killed.

You claiming
joint jurisdiction?

She was a high-level
federal bureaucrat. A GS-15.

If we let this slip through
our fingers, we could end up
lookin' like idiots.

We're still goin' with the
perp being somebody she knew.

Either a boyfriend
or somebody
bucking for the job.

You workin'
the address book?

We couldn't come up with
a boyfriend or anybody
who saw her

Saturday night.
We luminoled the bed.

Zip for bodily fluids.
We found blonde hair.
She was blonde, right?

Top and bottom.

That's what I missed
about you, Lennie.
Your succinctness.

Access denied.

Bill Gates is
messing with my head.
Click on Utilities.

No, I'm not familiar with this
password program.

Must be something new the
Feds are using.

The lab
can figure it out.

Where's Munch?

In the bedroom with Lennie.

Those two can't keep their
hands off each other.

Guess that means we're
workin' together.

Last time, I had Falsone.

This is a big improvement.
You think?

You're taller.

The place is negative
for condoms or any kind
of contraceptive devices.

Ditto peek-a-boo bras,
merry widows,
any Doc Johnson products.

This lady had no
discernible sex life.

Maybe she enjoyed
solitaire.

That would be a shame,
because I saw her picture.

She isn't half-bad.
Uh, can you...
Can you get that?

What, under there?
Forget it.

Never mind.

Oh...

Mmm!

Personal lubricant.
Cherry flavor. Yummy!

Solitaire's more fun
with two players.

This is her office.

Janine was such a
private person.

And here she turns up,
splashed across the news.

We were shocked.

She'd only been transferred
here a couple of months ago.

We heard she wasn't
too happy about it.

I could never
understand why.

She got a raise,
more responsibility.

She just said
she missed Washington.

Any particular person
in Washington?
That never came up.

How about somebody here?

She brought a date
to a couple of functions.
A good-looking man.

Works for Senator Romney's
office here.

Um, Nelson. Brett Nelson.
Just a casual date?

Mmm, no. But she told me
she didn't know if it
was going anywhere.

Did she want it to?
Well, I got the
impression that

she cared more about him
than he cared about her.

She tell you that?

I overheard her on the
phone with him. Must have
been a couple of weeks ago.

She was upset. Crying.

Janine was just a girlfriend.
There was nothing special
going on.

You slept with her?

Yes. So what?
Any chance she misread
the signals?

No, she wasn't
that naive.

Guys usually keep their
fingers crossed
when they say that.

When the two of you
shacked up,

whose place was it,
yours or hers?

Either one.
All right.
On, uh, Saturday night?

Saturday night I had
chicken and mashed potatoes
at the American Legion.

The Senator announced new
defense contracts for
local businesses.

What time did you
leave?

Uh, maybe 10:00,
quarter past.

Where'd you go?
Uh, I rented a video.
Jules and Jim.

Then I went home.
What about Sunday morning?

I went jogging. I think
I've told you everything
you need to know.

If you'll excuse me.

I took Jeremy for a walk
at 5:00 Sunday morning.

Again at 7:00,
at 9:00, and at 11:00.

Thirsty little guy, huh?

He has bladder
problems.

Anyway, I didn't notice
if Nelson was at home.

He said he went jogging.

Well, if he was at home,
I don't think he went out.

And why is that?

His newspaper was still
out front at 11:00.

You sure?
Oh, yes. Because I took it.

I don't know what time
I came back. I don't wear
my watch when I jog.

Then what?
You read the
Sunday paper at home?

Yes.
The paper you get delivered?

Yes, the paper
I get delivered.

The paper your neighbor
stole from you?

Look, I didn't kill Janine.

I didn't see her
Saturday or Sunday.

Then we need to know why
you've lied to us.
I have not lied.

I saw the paper was gone,
so I bought one
on the way home.

You told us you
rented a movie on
Saturday night.

The video store
has you renting it
Saturday afternoon.

Yes, but I exchanged it
Saturday night
for another copy.

The tape was defective.
That's what I meant.

They don't keep a record
if you exchange it for
the same movie.

So don't tell me
I've lied to you.

I wasn't with Janine.
I was home.

I'm still getting a twitch
from this guy.

It's got nothing
to do with McBride.
I think he's gay.

Why? Because he didn't
come on to you?
I didn't come on to you.

Yeah, whatever
you say.

Look, just because I opened
your door doesn't mean
I'm flirting with you, Rene.

It's just my
upbringing.

Besides, I'm very married.
You know what
my mother says?

What's that?
That most men cheat.

And the ones that don't
are just afraid to.

So, adulterers or
cowards, huh?

You have the same
high opinion of men
as your mother does?

I'm a romantic.
I'm still hoping
to find a man I can trust.

As for Nelson,
he gave himself away.

He was checking you out.

Mr. Nelson,
we'd like to believe
you didn't hurt Janine,

but our gut tells us
you're lying to us.

As long as
we have that feeling
we're not letting go of you.

The longer you're a suspect,
the more you become an object
of public curiosity.

Listen to me. Your whole life
will be out in the open.

But if you want to
come clean with us now,
nobody'll be the wiser.

I don't want the
Senator embarrassed.

So where were you
Saturday night?

I was at a friend's house.

You understand we'll
have to verify that.

His name is Dennis Jasper.

What was your
relationship with Janine?

She needed a date
for official functions

so she called
a friend-of-a-friend in DC.

Did she know you were gay?
That was the point.

She didn't want any
misunderstandings.

Mr. Jasper confirmed
Nelson's alibi.

Janine McBride's
gay, too?

Mutual friend she
had with Nelson confirmed it.

So, beating around
the wrong bush.

A man still could
have done it.

Some rejected suitor
venting his heterosexual rage.

Ah, Nelson feels
pretty sure that

if McBride had a
problem with

anybody she would've
mentioned it to him.

Did he know if she
had a lover?

She never mentioned
anyone to him.

Well, that lubricant
wasn't for squeaky
bedsprings.

Anybody check her
phone records?

Yeah. Since she
moved to Baltimore,

calls to
her parents,

to work, to DC,
various government offices.
Lots of those...

Well, assuming the
suspect is one
of McBride's lovers,

we start with
the local lesbian bars.

John, I'm
sure you have a list.

As a matter
of fact...

I've never
seen her here.

You sure she was gay?

I don't believe
a woman is gay until she
personally rejects me.

You must know a lot
of lesbians.

Thanks, ladies.

Lennie, there's
gotta be ten women

for every woman in
this place.

And all gorgeous.
And happy.

As soon as they invent
artificial sperm

and a machine
that opens jars,

you and I are
outta business, old buddy.

Yeah, her name is Jean
or something like that, right?

Janine.
You know her?

From DC.

I used to work there.
And she's been in
here a couple of times.

Alone?
Yes. Left the same way.

Did she patronize
any of the other clubs?

She wasn't into the
scene in Baltimore.

She cruised the clubs in DC.

Did she talk to
anyone when she
came in here?

No. She'd have a drink,

use the phone,
have another drink,
use the phone again.

Not what you'd call
a happy little Mouseketeer.

I know who guys call
from bars.

Mistresses, bookies...
Hookers,
drug connections...

Yeah, but who do
lesbians call?

You know, we're
suckin' wind here.

The barkeep didn't
even remember the last

time McBride was in there.

John, John.
Perseverance.

That's what makes
a great detective.

What makes a
great detective
is a great snitch.

The lab got into
McBride's computer.

Most of it
was work-related,
personal finances.

But there was this. A draft
of an unaddressed letter.

"Since I've been unable
to get redress through

"normal channels, I
must resort to

"a personal
communication with you.

"As you are well aware,
my transfer to Baltimore has

"completely
overwhelmed me.

"It is unfair and
unwarranted. You and

"I both know
the personal issue

"that led to
this transfer.

"Unless the situation is
rectified to my satisfaction,

"I warn you,
I will go public.

"I will name names. "

Looks like they
rectified the situation
to their satisfaction.

Here we go again.

The Manchurian Candidate
was a work of non-fiction,
Lennie.

Anybody know
a good hotel in DC?

It's all yours, Lennie.

I better get back
to my family.

I might as well get
back into rotation.

Dibs on the right
side of the bed.

You know what
the holdup is? Me.

I'm a security risk.
You're a cop.

Before I got on the team,
I was down for
the revolution, Lennie.

I was a street fighting man.

I made a Freedom of
Information request for
my FBl files two months ago.

They're probably
still figuring out
how many 18-wheelers

it's gonna take
to get it to my mailbox.

I'm on their books
as an enemy of the state.

I might as well have
stayed home.

Sirs, you've been
cleared to go in.

Mrs. Palnick's office
is on the third floor.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

I'm very sorry
you had to wait.

I needed the okay from
next door to talk to you.

With the Independent
Counsel tossing

subpoenas left and
right, everyone's

very careful
whom they talk to.

Well, we're just
here on a nice

simple murder.
No high crimes or
misdemeanors.

What exactly does the Council
of Economic Advisors do?

Engineer the collapse
of the ruble?

No. Please, sit.

We collect newspaper
and magazine articles on

relevant business issues.

Why was Ms. McBride
transferred to Baltimore?

Her position here
became redundant.

Her name went
back in the hat.

Just the standard
red tape.

Well, according to a letter
we found, she was under the

impression that she
was moved because of
a personal issue.

What issue?

She was gay.
Oh. No, I hardly
consider that an issue.

Everyone knew.

People who think
somebody's out to
get them are usually right.

Well, I can see why Janine
might have felt that.

A few months ago,
I got an anonymous call
from a man.

He was obviously upset.

He told me that
Janine was a lesbian,

which wasn't news to me.

He accused her of
soliciting sex from some
of our junior employees.

Did you tell Ms. McBride
about the call?

Yes. She said it was someone
who was stalking her.

I told her to report
it to the police.

I don't think she listened.

This man, did he give the
name of the junior employees?

Mmm-hmm. He mentioned
three names,

I talked to them. They denied
Janine ever had any
improper dealings with them.

Well, we'll need to
ask them if they know
who this stalker is.

Right. Uh...

Susan Tremar took a private
sector job in Los Angeles.

Connie Morris is on maternity
leave in St. Louis.

But Katherine Raynor
works across the street in
the Chief of Staff's office.

There you go.

Uh, I only have, like,
half-an-hour for lunch,

and I still have
to get a yogurt. So...

We appreciate you're
taking the time.

Uh, I just want to know
how my name came up.
I mean, a murder...

That's just...
That's, I don't know,
it's crazy.

Well, an allegation
was made that Ms. McBride
sexually harassed you.

Okay, that's a joke.

It never...
Who told you that?

Ms. Palnick.

Well, I told her it
wasn't true.

Just because I was friendly
with Janine doesn't mean

there was anything
weird going on.

Who would make an
allegation like that?

Some prejudiced
person who doesn't

like gays or wanted
Janine's job.

You ever discuss this with
Janine over yogurt?

Ms. Palnick
told me not to.

Besides, Janine and I only
talked about our parents
and clothes and guys.

Guys?

People are people.

Janine gave me
advice about
relationships.

Does anyone else
know you're talking to me?

No, it's just our
little secret.

Did she ever mention
that she might be having

a problem with somebody
stalking her?

Uh, yeah. She said there was
some creep bothering her.

Her neighbor in her
old building, he's FBl.

She asked him to
talk to the guy.

I spoke to him as a
private citizen,

not in my official
capacity.

I was just being
a good neighbor.

Do you know why he
was harassing her?

No. And I didn't get
into it with him.

We had a very short
conversation. Did the trick.

Apparently not. Ms. McBride
was found murdered in
New York last week.

And you suspect
this person?

We just need to have
a longer talk with him.

Uh, if you could
just give us his name.

I better run it by
my station chief.

Don't get any ideas.
This is our case.

I'll convey that to him.

Now, if you gentlemen
will just wait here.

Uh, one more thing.
I sent away for my FBl file

under the Freedom
of Information Act.

Seeing as I'm here,
any chance
I could pick it up?

My assistant might
be able to help you.

He's not gonna give
us the name, Lennie.

The cone of silence is
descending on our
little investigation.

It's just the usual
cover-my-ass shuffle.

You think that.
In the meantime,
the phone is ringing

in the Big Apple,
in Charm City...

The hook is poised to
yank us off the case.

Would a cup of coffee make
you even more paranoid?

We located your file,
Mr. Munch.

If you'll just sign here.

Uh, we have a mid-sized car.
I'm concerned it won't
fit in the trunk.

You shouldn't
have a problem.

And, uh, this is
from Agent Hardin.

It's the
name you wanted.
Thank you.

And the lucky stalker
is Frank Willington.

Works at the Pentagon.

This is spooky, Lennie.
What?

My file, where's
the rest of it?

It's page one of one.

Well, this can't be
everything, Lennie.

I mean, I was a
dangerous radical,
left-wing journalist...

"Subject is an occasional
reporter and music critic for

"the alternative weekly,
The Paper.

"Field interviews reveal
that, while vocal, subject is

"considered a
dilettante and

"a non-entity in
local radical politics.

"In our evaluation,
subject poses no threat. "

Well, better luck come
the next revolution, John.

I was not stalking her.

It just got blown
out of proportion.

Well, what exactly
were you doing?

I just had to talk to her.

Why? She owe you money?
You lent her a book?

You knew her
from a previous life?

It was a private matter.

Frank, we know she hit from
the other side of the plate.

Look, I have stayed away
from Janine McBride.

I haven't phoned her.
I haven't talked to her.

You been to Baltimore lately?

Yes. Every other week
on business.

How about a week ago
last Saturday night?

I was at the movies
with my kids.
Then we went home.

Can your wife verify that?

My wife, she's not
staying with us.
It's temporary.

I don't want you
bothering her.

Either your wife
or your kids, Frank, somebody
has to corroborate your story.

You just stay away
from my family.

I'm going back to work.
You just stay away from us.

The wife?
Uh...

Fay Willington,
Assistant Deputy

Under-Secretary,
Department of Labor.

It's a trial separation.
Frank and I just need a
time-out.

He's a pretty
intense guy.

Why would you say that?
Just a hunch.

What was his relationship
with Janine McBride?
None. I mean...

We only knew her socially.

Any idea why he
was harassing her
two months ago?

I'm sure he wasn't.

Anything to do with
why you're separated?

I only agreed to talk
about my husband.

Fine, your husband.

Do you know where he was
Saturday night two weeks ago?

Took our children to
see a movie.
He was home after that.

And where were you?
I was at my apartment.

But you happen to know that
he was home with the kids
in Georgetown?

I talked to him when
the kids called to say
good night, around 10:30.

How do you know he didn't
go out after that?

Well, I called Frank.

Just after midnight.
I had to remind him that
Daniel's soccer game...

We can pull your
phone records,
Mrs. Willington.

Find out if you really
did make that call.

You sure you didn't
just imagine it?

I want to talk to my lawyer.

She's already upstairs.
Her lawyer practically
brought her in

with a coat
over her head.

Sounds a little
overcautious.

In the land of the Red Mass
and programed assassins,

paranoia is a
healthy response.

The Red Mass?

The secret Catholic Mass
held for the Supreme Court the
Sunday before their session.

All the justices
dress in red
for the occasion.

I'm intrigued you haven't
heard of it, Counselor.

Room 1215.

I don't want to talk.
I don't even want to be here.

Just so you understand.

I can have you arrested
and held until you
change your mind.

She's not a
material witness.

I'm saying she is.

We need an absolute
guarantee her identity
will be protected.

We can do that.
But if it goes to trial,
she'll have to testify.

I don't want
my children to know.

Best we can do
in the event of a trial

is ask the judge to close the
courtroom for your testimony.

I had an affair,

with Janine McBride.

That's why Frank harassed her.
That's why we separated.

If this comes out...

We're not that far north
of the Bible Belt.

She's afraid she'll
lose custody of her kids.

She said her husband knows.

He thinks it's a phase.
But it isn't?

No.

Did he kill Janine McBride?

No.

How can you be sure?
You don't know where
he was late Saturday night.

I know where Janine was.

I was at a club. Talullah's.

I ran into her in
the parking lot.

She had a young black woman
in the car with her.

Very attractive. Very...

Hard looking.
Probably a prostitute.

And Janine drove off with her.

We'll need you to
look at mug shots.
See if you can pick her out.

All right.

Please,

you have to promise to
keep my name out of this.

We'll do everything we can.

Here's your girl.

Chesley Purcell, 28
and multiple convictions.

Solicitation,
possession with intent,
larceny.

She used to be one of
Marion's party girls.

Where can we find her?

Well, she's on parole from
an assault two. Let's see
what the report says.

Last known...

She's one of yours, bud.

She relocated to Baltimore
eight months ago.

- Police! Don't move!
- Freeze!

Hey, hey, hey!
What'd I do?
What'd I do?

Where is she?
Where's Chesley?

She ain't here!
Don't shoot!

Who are you?
I'm her cousin, Leon.

I came up from Alpharetta
two weeks ago.

Well, cousin Leon,
you better tell me
where she's at.

North. She went to
New York City.

Where? Give me an address.
I don't know an address.

She called me. She had me
put a suitcase on a bus.

When?
Yesterday.

I sent it to the
bus station in New York.

I want extradition papers
drawn up as soon as possible.

The name is Chesley,
with an E-Y, Purcell.

Thanks, Rey.

Yeah, get back to me
as soon as you know,
all right?

Curtis checked with
the bus company.

The suitcase is still at
the Port Authority.
He's got a team sittin' on it.

We need to get
Willington's statement
under oath.

Good.

We need to act
fast and quietly,

before Purcell knows
she's in our sights.

Cousin Leon doesn't know
any of her friends.

But he saw her with a
.38 four days before
McBride was killed.

I want him kept in isolation.

Mike Giardello wants us
to call him and keep him
in the loop.

Lost platoon. Hold on.

It's for you, Counselor.

This is Jack McCoy.

I have a plane
in an hour and a half.

Right. We'll be downstairs.

William Dell,
the Independent Counsel,
wants to see us.

It appears she met
the wrong person in a bar.

The police have identified
the suspect. We expect
an arrest any day.

I am told that you're
relying on a statement
and an identification

by one of
Ms. McBride's friends.

I'd like a look at
that statement.

Why?

It might be relevant
to my investigation.

I'd also appreciate it
if you made
the witness available.

With all due respect,
Mr. Dell, we're not ready
to do that

until the suspect's
in custody.

Mr. Danvers,
I'm trying to be courteous.

You're required to comply
with any request from
an Independent Counsel.

We don't want to run the risk
of compromising
our investigation.

We secured the witness's
cooperation with a promise
to preserve her anonymity.

That's a very
unrealistic promise.

It was ours to make.

We intend to live up to it.

Aren't you charged
with investigating

financial misdealings
by the administration?

How does Janine McBride
figure into that?

The street only runs one way,
Mr. Danvers. You tell me
what you know.

If you're not familiar with
the Independent Counsel
statute...

I know the statute.

I also know about the leaks
of grand jury testimony
from your office.

The Justice Department
is investigating
your investigation.

Mr. McCoy...

Speaking for myself,
I'm not putting

my witness and my murder case
in jeopardy just to
satisfy your curiosity.

I have to follow
Mr. McCoy's lead on this.

Mr. McCoy's lead?

Mr. Lewin.

Your full name is
John James McCoy?

Yes.

What's this?

I'm subpoenaing you
before my grand jury.

You're asking me to quash
the Independent
Counsel's subpoena?

Mr. McCoy, the statute
specifically gives him

unfettered subpoena power.

Except where, quote,
"the interests ofjustice
and privilege may apply. "

Apprehending and convicting
a murderer must take
precedence over whatever it is

Mr. Dell has been
investigating these
last four years.

The Attorney General of
the United States

deems my inquiry to be
in the national interest.

That interest cannot be
superseded by some
parochial concern.

If Janine McBride's murder
is a parochial concern,

why is the Independent Counsel
so interested in it?

That's a question
I don't have to answer.

Mr. McCoy,

I don't see how
giving him what he wants

would imperil
your prosecution.

I can't take the chance of

finding what I tell his
grand jury on the front page
of the Post.

You'll have to, Mr. McCoy.

If you'll allow me,
Your Honor,
I'm not done.

I'm invoking
the work-product privilege.

The documents Mr. Dell wants
were created by me
and Mr. Danvers

in anticipation of a trial.

Two presidents asserted
executive privilege

to defy an independent
counsel's subpoena.

The Supreme Court
shot them down.

Even they had to submit.

Now, is Mr. McCoy placing
his privilege above
the President's?

Only an independent counsel
would be that arrogant,
Mr. Dell.

Your Honor, Mr. McCoy can
avoid appearing before
the grand jury

if he will just turn over
the witness's statement.

That's no choice at all.

From how I read the statute,
it's the only one you have.

Your motion to quash
is denied.

Either you give him
the information he wants,

or you appear before
his grand jury.

I'll look forward to
your decision, Mr. McCoy.

He's already deposed
Jamie Ross

about my run-in with
the Disciplinary Committee.

Now I hear he's deposed
Diane Hawthorne.

Oh, boy.

Someone fill me in here.
Who's Diane Hawthorne?
She was an A.D.A.

I had a relationship with her.

Well, now you know
what Mr. Dell's going to ask
at the grand jury.

He's going to roast
your pistachios.

He's trying to bully me.

And now you know
how it feels to be on
the receiving end.

Except, unlike Mr. Dell
I don't have
unlimited time and money.

I have other cases.

You don't like the
Independent Counsel because
he's independent?

I don't like him lousing up
my murder case.

By giving him what he wants?

I made an agreement
with a witness.

It's not binding.

You're scheduled to go
before the grand jury
day after tomorrow.

What if the police
can't find Miss Purcell
by then?

I'm not answering any question
that'll compromise my case.

Contempt of a
federal grand jury.
Good plan.

I hope for your sake
Miss Purcell shows up
soon for her suitcase.

She claimed it about
twenty minutes ago.

Our team moved in when
they were about to lose her
in the subway.

She won't even
give us her name.

What is she, 12, 13?

Yeah, usual junk
in her pockets.
Gum, subway tokens,

couple of dozen POGs
in a plastic bag.

My kids used to collect them.
Mine still do.

Couple of these
look like they were made
at the corner bodega

for the neighborhood kids.

Oh, great.

You made her cry.
She won't talk.

We can
always wait her out.

Hey, sooner or later,
Purcell's gonna notice

the kid didn't get
back with her suitcase.

Any way to trace the POGs?
Sure.

Could take a day or two.

Better if it takes one.
Jack goes in front of
the grand jury tomorrow.

The eyewitness
saw her with the suspect,

at a club in Washington,

on the night that
she was killed.

Did the police question
anyone at the Council of
Economic Advisors?

Yes. Ms. McBride's
former boss, Judy Palnick.

Any other former colleagues?

Yes. An assistant,
Katherine Raynor.

Ms. Raynor presently works
in the office

of Deputy White House Chief
of Staff Carla Bernardi.

What was the substance of her
statement to the police?

Ms. McBride had been
accused of improper conduct
toward Ms. Raynor.

Ms. Raynor denied
any such conduct occurred.

What kind of conduct?

Sexual harassment.

Was Ms. McBride a lesbian?

Yes, according to
the people who knew her.

Did she have
a relationship
with Ms. Raynor?

Not to our knowledge.

With anyone within
the administration?

Again, not to our knowledge.

With anyone
within the
government?

Mr. Dell, we didn't
make a point of cataloging

Ms. McBride's
sexual encounters.

That's not what I asked.

I'm directing you to answer.

I know what you asked.
I gave you my answer.

At this point, Mr. McCoy,

I remind you that any failure
to answer can be construed as
obstruction ofjustice,

which is an underlying element
to a charge of conspiracy.

I want you to be
clear about that, Mr. McCoy.

Yeah, these four are mine.

Kids come in and buy
$5 worth of candy,
and I give them one.

My wife came up
with that idea.

This girl ever buy
candy from you?

Yeah. Yeah, I recognize her.
Her name's Ashley.

I don't know her family name.

She's okay, isn't she?
She's fine.

You know where she lives?
Yeah.

Building over on 144th
with an aunt.

Sometimes an uncle.

Lot of people
coming and going.

I hear it's mostly pipeheads.

She ever mention anybody from
out of town staying with them?

Somebody from Baltimore?

No. But a few days ago,
she came in asking for
a six-pack of Natty Boh.

I told her we don't carry it.

National Bohemian.
That beer from Baltimore.

Thanks.

Since the suspect
is still at large,

I must respectfully decline
to answer your question.

Can you at least tell us
if the suspect is a

current or former employee of
any branch of the government?

No. Not so far as we've been
able to determine.

This eyewitness
who identified the suspect,

are they a current or former
employee of any branch
of the government?

A current employee.

Please name the witness and
describe the specifics of
their statement to the police.

For the reasons that
I have given before,

and with all due respect to
the grand jurors, I'm not
going to answer that.

Mr. McCoy, Judge Chilvers
of the DC Circuit ordered you
to answer my questions.

She ordered me to
appear before the grand jury.

I made a deal

to preserve my
witness's anonymity.

I see no compelling reason to
go back on my word.

I'm sure the
grand jurors understand

that prosecutors must honor
agreements with witnesses.

I didn't allow you
to make a statement,
Mr. McCoy.

I ask you again.
I already gave you my answer!

Mr. McCoy,
what are you hiding?
Nothing.

I'm simply trying to
discharge my duties

as a prosecutor
for New York County.

Your duties?

Mr. McCoy, weren't you called

before the Disciplinary
Committee of the New York
Bar Association

for withholding a witness
statement in a murder case?

I ultimately offered
that statement at trial.

That wasn't my question.

Yes, I appeared before
the Disciplinary Committee.

Isn't it true a fellow A.D.A.,
Diane Hawthorne,

illegally withheld
exculpatory evidence in a case
you were both prosecuting

which led to the conviction
of an innocent man?

Yes. I had no knowledge
of that, and furthermore...

This A.D.A. was
one of your lovers,
isn't that right?

Now, you just hold on.

A simple yes or no, Mr. McCoy.

I can't see
any possible relevance...

I see in your record
a disturbing pattern
of perjury,

contempt of court,
obstruction ofjustice.

I want to know

what it is you're hiding,
Mr. McCoy, and why.

I answered that.
Not to my satisfaction.

One of the principal
investigators in
Janine McBride's murder is

Detective Leonard Briscoe,
is that right?
Yes.

The same Detective Briscoe
who was investigated by
the Hellman Commission

for destroying evidence
in a drug case?

Why don't you tell
the grand jury he was
cleared of that?

Just a moment, Mr. McCoy.

And whose daughter was
murdered after testifying in
the trial of a drug dealer?

What are you insinuating?
His involvement in this case

raises serious concerns
about the integrity
of your investigation.

Detective Briscoe
is above reproach.

You're hardly
an impartial witness.

Wasn't he a passenger

in a car driven by another
one of your lovers at
the D.A.'s office

when she was killed?

Wasn't he drunk at the time?

The accident report
indicates that he was.

Now, one last time, Mr. McCoy,

what is the name
of your witness,

and what did they
tell the police?

Mr. Dell, have you no shame?

Have you no shame?

What I have is little patience
for people who stonewall me.

I direct you to answer.

Mr. McCoy?

I'm going back to New York,
Mr. Dell. I've got work to do.

Officer, place this man
in custody.

All right, freeze!
Police!

Freeze!

All right, all right.
Cuff her feet.

Take it easy.
I got her.

Ah... Here's what
she was going for.

You're one bad girl,
Chesley.

I am quite prepared to
cite you, Mr. McCoy, unless
you answer his questions.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
There's no legitimate basis
for his questions.

Mr. Dell isn't
searching for truth,

he's trading in
character assassination.

Your Honor, I'm going to
seek charges against Mr. McCoy

for obstruction ofjustice
and conspiracy to obstruct.
I want him held.

Mr. McCoy,

you are putting me
in a very difficult situation.

Yes?
A Ms. Carmichael called
from Mr. McCoy's office.

She insisted I give you
this message.

Your Honor, I'm ready
to answer one of
Mr. Dell's questions.

The suspect is in custody.
Her name is Chesley Purcell.

She's being held
for interrogation.

That's not good enough,
Your Honor. I want the name
of the witness.

What can the witness give you
that the suspect can't?

I'm going to reserve decision
on the contempt charges.

You may go, Mr. McCoy.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We have hair
and fiber evidence
from McBride's car,

we have McBride's credit cards
in your apartment,
and we have eyewitnesses.

You're facing charges
in two jurisdictions, honey.

Not to mention
the attempted murder
of a police officer.

That's what you get
on the play for the shotgun.

Your only choice is
to make a statement,

and cut the best deal you can.

Can you get them to
open up a window?

All these dicks
are stinking up the room.

If I were you,

I'd get that attitude out of
your ears and listen to
what the man has to offer you.

Aren't you some tall,
cool glass of lemonade.

How'd I miss you in Balto?

What kind of deal
are you talking about?

We make the attempted
murder go away.

She does twenty-to-life
for the murder.

I want a card.

A get-out-of-jail-free card.

Jack. Mr. Danvers.

These gentlemen are
with the FBl.

They've been sent here by
the office of
the Independent Counsel.

Dell's asserting
jurisdiction
over the case.

He got a federal court order
to bring Purcell
back to Washington.

What are they going to do,
spirit her out of the country?

He's claiming her
as a witness.

He means to put her
in front of his grand jury.

The only way he gets her
to talk is with
an offer of immunity.

Meaning we won't be
able to touch her.

She's a witness to what?

I read the
supporting affidavits
to the court order.

Dell claims Purcell has
damaging information
about McBride's

relations with various
prominent government figures,
including Fay Willington.

How the hell did he find out
about Fay Willington?

An FBI source.
Agent Michael Giardello.

Dell has a court order.
You can't ignore it.

Let him take Purcell.
In the morning,
you find a judge and appeal.

Best that you can do.

I pity those guys.
That lady's gonna
curl their shorts.

Call the paramedics!

Forget it. She's dead.

She took Janine away from me.

She took her from me!
Come on, let's go.

We talked with
Janine McBride's parents.

They got a call yesterday
from a reporter at the Post

to get their reaction to
the capture of their
daughter's killer.

Apparently this reporter
also talked to Ned Burks.

And the reporter tipped off
Burks that Purcell
was being held here.

What does Mr. Burks say?

All-in-all, he's pretty
pleased with himself.

Yeah, the Post
will be happy, too.

Caspar Milquetoast kills
Ms. Goodbar. Nice and simple.

Wraps up
our end of it.

This one's definitely
in your ballpark, Jack.

Chesley Purcell
got one break.

How's that?

She won't have to
sit in the same room
with William Dell.