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- Dillors called a subcommittee meeting.
- Why wasrt I informed?

Rumour has it he's out to quash the Estep
investigation and doesn't want you there.

Now, I demand, right now,
that you produce evidence

that Tricorp is guilty of subverting
public servants and due process.

- I can't, Senator. It would cost too much.
- Cost?

Now he's worried about cost.
How much?

Another life.

Charles, Jordache knows
that I'm on your payroll.

- He'll tell the world unless I resign.
- You're staying.

Are you talking to some janitor
or to a United States senator?!

If you're on my payroll,
no difference.

Why did Falconetti call me?

Forget Falconetti.
Where's Claire?

Raymond, that was a Senate subpoena.
A Senate subpoena.

If we don't find her, they will.

- It'll cost you.
- How much?

Well, I don't look up G
in the phone book for under 500.

- 500?
- What's the name?

Falconetti. Anthony Falconetti.

- I'm not a burglar.
- You're whatever you have to be.

The depositions, when they're
not with Rudy, they're locked up.

I can't even find out where.

How about that problem you were having?
Work itself out?

I think it's about to.

- John Franklin.
- Thank you.

Then I want those Justice Department
prosecutors called, one by one.

- They'll deny everything.
- Oh, I want them to.

We'll have two shots at them -
before they know what we have

and after Franklin testifies
they accepted bribes from Charles Estep.

- You're learning fast, Senator.
- I had a pretty fair teacher, Senator.

- How's your stomach?
- Somewhere around my Adam's apple.

Opening-night jitters.

This is a big moment for you, Rudy.

The right kind of investigation
can make a political career.

Look what Alger Hiss did
for Mr Nixon.

I'm not interested in
emulating Mr Nixon.

All I wanna do is give Charles Estep
a taste of prison food.

Ben...

Have you decided about the
distinguished senator from Oklahoma?

Dillors a bona fide member
of the committee.

He's also a $100,000-a-year consultant
to one of Estep's industries.

There's no law against any elected public
official working for a private company.

Oh, come off it, Ben.

You sound like
a press release from Dillors office.

That elected official is sitting on
the committee investigating his employer.

Do you think we might have
a slight conflict of interests?

If you've got the proof, Rudy,
all Dillon can do is huff and puff.

If he does any more than that,
I'm gonna blow the whistle on him.

Rudy, the Senate is
the most exclusive club in the world.

One member does not
publicly embarrass another.

Embarrass him with what?!
Facts?!

A word of advice from a man who's hung
his hat here a lot longer than you have -

don't make an issue
out of Dillors connection with Estep.

Afraid I'll be drummed out of the club?

Gets awfully cold outside, Rudy.

A man could freeze to death
before his term was over.

(buzzer)

- Hello, Senator.
- Raymond.

- Morning, Charles.
- Morning.

I got the order of witnesses.

- Raymond first, you, then your wife.
- Claire's still missing.

I've got a doctor standing by
to testify she's in a Dallas hospital

recuperating from, um...
What did we decide?

- Hepatitis.
- Hepatitis.

No. If Jordache wants her bad enough,
he'll fly the committee to that hospital.

It's gonna be embarrassing
to find an empty bed.

One step at a time. Right now, I wanna
know what Jordache is gonna hit us with.

Those Justice Department payoffs for one.

- What else?
- Let's don't blow that by so fast, Charles.

Can he prove
that you bribed those fellas?

- That is not my main concern.
- Franklin can prove it.

And he'll be taken care off.

I need to know
what other areas Jordache is going into.

Oh, well, uh...
I'm afraid that's still a mystery, Charles.

Senator, I don't pay you $100,000 a year
for that kind of answer.

I swear Jordache has that evidence in his
shorts. Nobody's seen it except Paxton.

Look, he didn't subpoena Claire to talk
about bribery in the Justice Department.

He knows her father's Albert Dietrich. He's
probably got the whole thing put together.

- Who's Albert Dietrich?
- You wouldn't wanna know, Senator.

Charles, I have grave misgivings
about this whole thing.

I am a sitting duck up there
on that committee.

If Jordache brings out our association,
I could be looking for a job next election.

And if certain information gets out, I could
spend the better part of my life in prison,

if I don't get lynched first.

I'll tell you
what you're gonna have to do.

You're gonna have to oil up
that famous Oklahoma drawl

and every time Jordache gets
even that far away from an open nerve,

well, you're gonna have to get yourself
to talking like your life depended on it.

Right?

(siren)

- How was your flight?
- How do you think it was?

2,000 miles with that thing over my face.

I didn't know if I'd die of suffocation
or go crazy with claustrophobia.

- You wanted these precautions.
- I know, I know, I know.

After two days with Charles in Dallas,
I didn't wanna take chances.

- What did he want?
- Supposedly to go over my testimony.

He asked for memos he wrote
directing me to open Swiss accounts

for those Justice Department lawyers.

- Did you give them to him?
- No. I said I'd already destroyed them.

Where are they?

- He knows.
- Knows what?

- That we've been talking.
- That's impossible.

I'm telling you, Charles knows.

- What makes you think that?
- I don't know. Just a feeling, an instinct.

Nothing he said, nothing he did.
Just the way he looked at me.

Senator Paxton and I
are the only ones who know about you.

How can you be so sure? He got to
Sarah Hunt before you could talk to her.

Now she's dead.

Franklin, if Estep knew, if he suspected
you were gonna testify against him,

you wouldn't be here.

Now, I've rented a house
outside of Washington for you.

One of my aides
will be with you every minute.

- Are you sure he can't get to me?
- I'm positive.

All right.

I've gone this far.
I might as well see it through.

(sighs)

All right, gentlemen. All right, gentlemen.
I think we have enough pictures.

Let's get on with it.

I swear the information
I'm about to give

is the whole truth and nothing
but the truth, so help me God.

- State your name, please.
- Arthur Raymond.

Mr Raymond,
where are you employed?

I'm vice president
of Tricorp International.

Do you know a Justice Department
prosecutor by the name of Bruce Can'ter?

- Not to my knowledge.
- Do you know a John Franklin?

He's also an employee of Tricorp.

On June 15 last year,
did John Franklin give you $5,000

to open a Swiss bank account
for Bruce Can'ter?

- Not to my knowledge.
- Mr Raymond...

I have here copies of plane tickets
in your name for a June 15 flight to Zurich.

- I took a vacation in Switzerland.
- (Paxton) Let me warn the witness.

Failure to answer
this committee's questions truthfully

could result in a contempt citation.

I am aware of that.

Then you deny setting up
a Swiss bank account for Bruce Can'ter

or any other member
of the Justice Department?

I do.

All right. He's on the record.
We'll nail him after Franklin testifies.

Mr Raymond, before you joined
Charles Estep's company,

where were you employed?

- I was in the government.
- Doing what?

(crowd mutters)

- I was in the Immigration Department.
- Are you familiar with Albert Dietrich?

Is this another one of those
Justice Department lawyers?

- We're about to find out, Senator.
- No, I am not familiar with that name.

What about Claire Dietrich?
That ring a bell?

- No.
- Mr Chairman!

In 1949, Claire Dietrich entered this
country under the Displaced Persons Act.

- Point of information?!
- You were the officer who heard the case.

What on earth
has that got to do with corruption...?!

I'm pursuing a line of questioning.

It sounds more like you're
tripping down the Yellow Brick Road!

Could we confine our remarks
to the issues at hand?

Isn't it enough he slings mud
at the Justice Department...

- Will you allow me to question him?!
- ...without a shred of proof?

And now to waste our time on frivolity!

- I'm warning you!
- This committee will recess for lunch.

Sergeant at arms, clear the room.

Now, listen, you two. I don't want to see
that sort of display again.

You're doing all you can
to sandbag these hearings.

You don't need any help from me.
You're doing great all by yourself.

- Cut it out, dammit!
- Now, look, Ben.

You lock up the evidence from half of
the committee, we follow you like sheep,

but I have been here all morning and have
yet to see or hear one piece of evidence.

If you'd shut your mouth long enough
to let me finish...

- Don't you tell me how to behave myself!
- I'm not telling you! Estep is!

Every time you fall on your face with
a witness, you harp about me and Estep.

Well, I am sick of it.
Yes, I'm sick of it!

Dillon! Dillon!

Take it easy, Dillon.
Rudy, calm down.

- Then resign, Dillon. I'm not letting up.
- You can't run me off this committee.

No?

- No way.
- Watch me.

Rudy.

Rudy!

What was that all about?
Who's this Dietrich?

- You wanted a statement, you've got it.
- All right, here.

Corruption not only exists in the Justice
Department, it reaches into the Senate.

For five years, the senator from Oklahoma
has been on Charles Estep's payroll.

(all gasp)

Dillors loyalty, not to mention
his motives, is obviously in question

and, as far as I'm concerned,
he cannot be sufficiently objective

to serve on a committee
investigating his employer.

So in the interests of an unbiased hearing
into the activities of Charles Estep,

I am urging the senator
to remove himself from this committee.

Thank you very much.

Who said senators were dull?

- Kate.
- I'd love to.

- What?
- Let you buy me lunch.

- I don't have time, much as I'd like to.
- You've gotta eat.

I could hear your stomach rumbling.
Definitely not good for your image.

Besides, you're taking me
to my favourite restaurant.

- Well... all right. Half an hour, maybe.
- That's better.

(Rudy) Oh, whoa, that's enough.

- How do you like it?
- It's a little draughty.

Well, there's one like it
in every city if you know where to look.

- I thought you were going to Colorado.
- I was.

- Somebody hijack your plane?
- No. I'd just never been to Washington.

Ah, my favourite table.

Thought I'd come here and see the
junior senator from New York in action.

- How am I doing, Coach?
- Looking good.

I felt good
until Dillon started his filibuster.

Kate...

why did you come... really?

- Impulse.
- What kind?

I never stop to question my impulses.
I just follow them.

Well, I'm glad.

Would it be bad form
for me to ask where Maggie is?

- She's in New York.
- Oh.

Well, let's go.

Time to get the bad guys.

Did I say something wrong?

That's the last thing Tom said to me...
before he died.

Yeah.

Corruption not only exists in the Justice
Department, it reaches into the Senate.

- For five years...
- (phone buzzes)

What is it?

All right, send her in.

(TV)... as far as I'm concerned,
he cannot be sufficiently objective

to serve on a committee
investigating his employer.

Hi.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No. I was just catching up
on some news.

Sit down.

Thanks.

- How is everything?
- Probably a lot worse than I think.

- How's everything with you?
- Great.

Terrific.

You look lousy, Diane.

You always knew
just the right thing to say to a girl.

Well, you never responded
to the really good lines I threw out,

so I figured I'd try a little honesty.

What's the matter?

It's... everything.

Everything fell apart with my mother.

She tried to ship me off
to boarding school.

You don't like fresh air,
hot meals, and neat friends?

- Don't make fun of me.
- I'm sorry.

I'm not making fun.
I've been there.

- What do you want from me? Money?
- Wes.

- What?
- I've been trying to find Wes.

Why?

Because I wanna see him. I just don't
know where to start or who to ask.

Why come to me? Wes and I
got a jump on World War III, remember?

- I'm the last man he'd send a postcard to.
- But you know people who can find out.

Diane...

- Wes has got his own problems.
- Billy, I had something special with Wes.

And I just wanna find out
if he felt the same way, too.

If not, if he says no,
I'll leave him alone, I swear I will.

Will you help me?
Will you ask some people?

Billy,
I don't have anybody else but him.

Please help me.

- He's in Vegas.
- What?

Wes is in Las Vegas.

Afternoon, sir.

(man) Jordache! Jordache!

- Eddie, you got something?
- Yeah.

- What's that?
- The 500 you gave me. I'm giving it back.

- Why?
- That guy that you wanted me to find...

- Falconetti.
- Well, he don't exist.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Take the five bills.

- I don't want them. I want Falconetti.
- Forget about him. I have.

Listen to me, you creep!

Why are you complaining?
I didn't even take off expenses.

- What turned you off making 500 bucks?
- He's too well-connected, man.

You go after him, it's like shaving with
a broken bottle - you end up bleeding.

Yeah?
Who's he connected to?

I don't remember names.
Pain... that's what I remember.

We made a deal.
Here's my end.

- Now, you keep yours.
- Don't even try to get in touch with me.

Believe it or not,
I got a wife and kids.

- Who knows you're in Vegas?
- Just you and Mr Estep.

- No one else?
- I didn't take out ads when I left Hoboken.

There's some blond kid
asking questions about you.

- You're kidding?
- Any idea who he is?

- Nope.
- Falconetti, if you're lying to me...

Hey!

It's not Falconetti, remember?

It's Fallon. Bill Fallon.

I'll talk to you like you've got something
besides toilet paper between your ears.

There's a murder warrant on you -
that schvartze you iced in Hoboken.

Wasrt me.

That's why I've got the job
of putting a blanket over you.

That's why you're guarding an empty
suite, so nobody can see you. Capeesh?

Yeah, capeesh.
Capeesh, capeesh!

Now, we're gonna start from the top.

Who's the blond kid
and why is he so hot to find you?

Oh, come on. Look,
if I knew who the kid was, I would tell you.

Give me your gun.

- (chuckles)
- Gimme.

No.
No, I don't think you would tell me.

I think you're certifiable.

- I'm what?
- Nuts. Cuckoo. Bughouse.

Now, we're gonna play truth
or consequences. Who's the blond kid?

Mr Estep is not going to like it
if there is a bullet in that chamber.

Mr Estep
isn't gonna know anything about it.

You're just gonna disappear
and I ain't gonna know where you went.

Now... who's the blond kid?

Gee, I guess you really don't know.

As soon as you finish your shift,
go back to your room...

and stay there.

(Rudy) And you founded Tricorp
International nine years ago, Mr Estep?

- Yes.
- What was the initial capitalisation?

Approximately six million dollars.

- Where did the money come from?
- Various sources.

According to the notice you filed with
the Securities and Exchange Commission,

no one took stock in your company
as collateral against a loan.

That is correct.

Then, apparently, somebody just gave you
six million dollars to start Tricorp.

A great many people
believed in me, Senator.

- Was one of them Albert Dietrich?
- I'm not familiar with that name.

- He's your wife's father, isn't he?
- No, her father was Ernest West.

Your wife entered the USA
under the name of Claire Dietrich.

No, my wife was born in Baltimore,
Maryland, under the name Claire West.

- Chairman, a point of personal privilege.
- The chair recognises the senator.

Thank you.

Mr Chairman,
a short while ago,

my colleague from New York issued
a vicious, unfounded attack against me.

And it is my duty
to respond to that attack.

- Now, Senator?
- Right now, Senator.

The esteemed junior senator
from New York

recklessly has charged that I am nothing
but a corrupt pawn of Charles Estep.

And to that slanderous accusation,
I wish to state publicly

that until he walked into this room,
this day,

I never before in all my life
laid eyes on Charles Estep,

and that should
put the lie to rest forever.

But I want to add that, occasionally,
I give legal advice to various companies,

as do many of my fellow senators.

One of those companies, it happens,
is owned by Charles Estep.

Conflict of interest? Hardly.

Because my main function is to prevent
companies from violating any regulation.

In a very real sense, I am working for the
people of this country, not Charles Estep.

- Ben.
- You had your say in the hall.

On the other hand,
my esteemed colleague and accuser

until very recently was the owner
of an electronics company.

Which company depended mainly,
if not entirely,

for its existence
on US Government contracts.

I would be the last to suggest that when
a defence appropriation bill came up,

that the senator saw dollar signs like
visions of sugar plums dance in his eyes,

but others might not be so kind.

They might remind the senator
of people who live in glass houses.

I'll be content to say the senator's house
has a number of broken windowpanes.

And I thank you, Mr Chairman.

- The chair apologises for the interruption.
- I found it rather educational.

I'm sure you did.

Sarah Hunt was your executive secretary,
was she not?

She was.

In that capacity, would you say she had
access to your most confidential files?

No, I would not.

In addition to being her employer, did you
have another relationship with Miss Hunt?

I did not.

Can you explain how she knew
your wife's father was Albert Dietrich?

Miss Hunt spent the last months of her life
being treated for a mental disorder.

Can you tell me how she would know that
Tricorp was built on "blood and bodies"?

As I just pointed out, Sarah Hunt was
emotionally unstable, so I discharged her.

You didn't discharge her cos she could
expose your bribery of prosecutors?

Because she was vindictive over the fact
you tired of her as your mistress?

That is a lie!

Mr Estep, are you denying that you
and Sarah Hunt had a sexual relationship

that lasted almost until
the day she died?

Yes, I am!

In Mrs Hunt's deposition,
she states that on more than one occasion

you were a guest
in her daughter's apartment -

an apartment leased in Sarah's name,
but paid for by you.

Would that explain how Miss Hunt could
have special interest and knowledge

not normally in the realm
of a secretary?

(coughs)

- I respectfully decline to answer that.
- On what grounds?

My attorney informs me
it's not proper subject for the hearings.

The chair will decide what is proper.
You will answer the question as put forth.

She had no personal
intimate knowledge.

Mr Estep...

are you denying she wasrt privy to
information only lovers would exchange?

How many ways does the senator plan
to ask that? The witness has responded.

For the record,

did you direct John Franklin to pay
certain Justice Department prosecutors

various sums of money to drop
investigations against your companies?

- I did not.
- Thank you, Mr Estep.

Dismissed.

(man) Did you have any idea
your husband was having an affair?

(man #2)
Why did you break it off with Hunt?

- (woman) Do you think this...?
- No comment. I have no comment!

How long did it go on?

I'm sorry you had to
hear about it that way.

I was all set
to take the plane to Rome.

But I didn't wanna run out on you
because I didn't wanna see you hurt!

It wasrt the way Jordache made it sound.

All those business trips. They were
too boring and too hectic for me to go on.

Because you were with her.

Because you wanted
to spend your time with her!

- Claire, it isn't what you think.
- I had that woman in my house.

The two of you
were laughing at your secret.

No!

Now, we...
we... we were...

we were more friends
than we were ever...

What's the matter, Charles? Can't you
say the word? The word is "lovers"!

- Claire, you're overreacting.
- You told her about my father.

What else did you tell her?
That I was lousy in bed?

Is that the excuse you gave her
for having the affair?!

Claire, you're the only woman
I have ever cared for.

I never cared for her or for
any other woman the way I care for you.

Look, if you would just
allow yourself to believe that,

then you'd understand that...
Sarah Hunt meant nothing to me at all.

Nothing.

She was a...
a release, that's all.

For nine years?!

You're the one I cared for.

And you're the one I need.

And you're the one I love.

Tell me, Charles...

when you grow tired of me, are you going
to have me put in a mental hospital, too?

Claire...

We'll talk later.
Get prepared for the hearing.

Oh...

- I'm prepared, Charles.
- What are you gonna say?

(dials phone)

Could you come up here right away?

I want you to make sure
that Claire doesn't go anywhere...

or talk to anyone before she testifies.

I'm sorry, Drew, I've made all the
comments on Senator Dillon I'm going to.

I told him you were
on the phone, Senator, but...

It's all right, Ramona.

No comment, Drew,
and you can quote me.

You wanna come after me, fine.
I'd love to slug it out with you.

- But my wife has no place in this.
- I think she has, Mr Estep.

Come on, Senator.

You wanna grind me into pieces because
your electronics plant went under.

You know there's no way to do it legally,
so you're using the hearings to get at me.

Unfortunately, Dillon is turning them
into a three-ring circus

and you're coming off
like one of the clowns.

- Then why aren't you laughing?
- You haven't proved one damn thing.

You know something? I think you knew
you couldn't before you started this farce.

You bribed
those Justice lawyers.

You had that girl's father murdered.

You ordered Sarah Hunt's death.

Not one witness
has corroborated those charges.

Not a single piece of evidence
has been introduced to substantiate them.

We still have a long way to go yet.

Stick around.
It might prove educational.

Leave my wife alone.

I will, if you tell me
about Albert Dietrich.

Albert Dietrich is a name that
a deranged woman whispered in your ear.

Sarah Hunt was terrified...
but she wasrt crazy.

The hearings are about corruption
in the Justice Department.

No, they're about
corruption in government.

I think that corruption
started a long time ago,

when an immigration officer named Arthur
Raymond let your wife into this country.

Sarah Hunt said Tricorp
was built on blood and bodies.

I am going to dig every one of them up...
starting with Albert Dietrich.

Your wife's on next,
in executive session.

I'm afraid you're not invited.

- (Paxton) State your name for the record.
- Claire Estep.

(Rudy) Mrs Estep, there seems to be
some confusion about your background.

- Would you mind clarifying it for us?
- I'd be happy to.

- Where were you born?
- Baltimore, Maryland.

- And who were your parents?
- Ernest and Margaret West.

- Were you ever known by another name?
- No.

Mrs Estep, I have been searching
for some record of your parents' existence

prior to their death in 1949.

There isn't any.

- That's ridiculous.
- I agree.

Could you tell the committee
a little about them?

My father was an investment banker.

Where was he employed?

I really don't remember.

I've checked every financial institution
in Baltimore.

None of them
ever employed an Ernest West.

Well, I don't know
how to answer that.

I do know what my father did for a living.

- Where did you go to school?
- The Lake School for Girls.

Before that, public schools.

I have here a copy of a letter from the
dean of admissions of the Lake School.

In it, she states that there's no record of
a Claire West ever attending that school.

- I should know what school I went to.
- Yes, you should.

Do you know a man
named Arthur Raymond?

He works for my husband.

Did you have occasion to meet him
before he went to work for your husband?

No.

Are you familiar
with the name Claire Dietrich?

No.

Claire Dietrich was 13 years old
when she entered this country in 1949.

How old were you in 1949,
Mrs Estep?

13.

Speak into the microphone, please. We're
having difficulty hearing your replies.

13!

Mrs Estep, Arthur Raymond
was the immigration officer

who heard Claire Dietrich's case.

I ask you again - did you have occasion
to meet Arthur Raymond

before he went to work
for your husband?

I have already said no.

Doesrt it strike you as coincidence

that after Arthur Raymond
allowed Claire Dietrich into this country,

he left the Immigration Office
and went to work for your husband?

Mr Chairman, I thank the good Lord
that I'm not the witness.

I swear I wouldn't know
how to answer that question.

- Your real name is Claire Dietrich, isn't it?
- No.

Your father is Albert Dietrich.

Mr and Mrs West were invented
for an acceptable background.

No!

Why did your husband have to bribe
Raymond to allow you into this country?

Why did he have to invent
a set of parents for you?

Why has he gone
to these elaborate measures

to remove
all trace of Albert Dietrich's existence?

I have never heard of
Albert Dietrich!

Mr Chairman,
I am as fond of fishing as the next man,

but I think the senator
has cast his line into empty waters.

Unless there's a nibble soon, Senator,
I suggest you move on.

One final question, Mrs Estep.

What is in your past

that was won'th six million dollars
to keep hidden?

Request the witness keep herself available
for further questioning.

Witness will comply.

- How's it going?
- By the day, by the week, by the month.

I didn't come
looking for a place to flop.

- Then what are you doing in a hotel?
- I'm looking for a friend.

Uh, young blond-haired fella
about 18 years old. Nice, clean-cut.

- Yeah, you just missed him.
- Oh, really?

Hey, he's looking for you, too.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

- Hey, you really got a glass eye?
- He's always kidding.

Uh, did he tell you where he went? We've
been trying to connect for a few days now.

Yeah. He gave me
his phone number in case I seen you.

Well, he's finally using his head.

You know, you two guys
don't look like you'd be friends.

Well, we're not really. You see,
I used to be shipmates with his father.

Now I wanna do for the kid
what I did for the old man.

(gavel bangs)

I do solemnly swear
the information I'm about to give

is the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

- State your name for the record.
- John Franklin.

Mr Franklin,
where are you employed?

I'm executive vice president
of Tricorp International.

- What was your position before that?
- Chief financial officer.

In your capacity as
chief financial officer,

were you given any extraordinary duties
to perform for Charles Estep?

Could you be more specific, Senator?

Certainly.

Did Charles Estep direct you
to open Swiss bank accounts

for various
Justice Department prosecutors?

No, he never did.

May I remind the witness
he is under oath?

That's why I answered as I did,
Senator.

Mr Franklin,

I have here a series of cheques made out
to a Swiss bank and signed by you.

I don't deny that.

Well then, would you tell this committee
whom you opened these accounts for?

- For myself.
- Jordache, what the hell is going on?!

The next logical question, I presume, is
why did you open those Swiss accounts?

- Because I was siphoning Tricorp funds.
- (Dillon) I see.

But how did Senator Jordache
get his nose into that kind of business?

Well, somehow my lapse of corporate
integrity was brought to his attention.

He suggested that,
in lieu of criminal action,

I testify that those accounts were opened
for certain Justice Department lawyers

at the direction of Charles Estep.

(crowd mutters)

And you agreed
to go along with that scheme?

I was frightened.
I'm not a young man, Senator.

The thought of even a few years in prison
did not appeal to me.

Mr Franklin,

we have memos signed by Charles Estep
directing you to open those accounts.

They're forgeries.

Senator Jordache instructed me
to come up with some tangible evidence

linking Mr Estep
with bribery in the Justice Department.

That's a lie!

Handwriting analysis will show
those signatures are not Mr Estep's.

- He got to you, didn't he?
- Who?

- Estep!
- No, Senator. My conscience got to me.

I move to recess these hearings
until tomorrow.

No, Mr Chairman! Senator Jordache
initiated this line of questioning!

Just because it bites him, there's
no reason to close these hearings now.

I have been led down the garden path
by this witness.

Either he's been feeding me
false information from the start

or else Charles Estep bought him off
with money or threats or both!

Did Charles Estep threaten you,
Mr Franklin?

No. On the contrary, he kindly offered
not to press charges if I told the truth here.

And there goes another windowpane
shattered, Senator.

I, for one,
need time to digest all this.

I second the motion
that we recess until tomorrow.

So ordered!

Ten o'clock, my office.

Rudy, I'II, uh...
I'll wait for you outside.

I wish I could say
that we were even now, Senator.

But you've just started to bleed.