All language subtitles for Law & Order s04e12 Snatched.e

(male 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.

(Cop 1)
Two weeks.

Separate vacations
and no questions asked.

My marriage
would be perfect.

Whatever your wife does,
you don't care?

My wife would spend the
whole time with her family. I know her every move.

Yeah. Like I knew
my ex's every move.

[police radio chattering]

Up ahead.

Buying or selling?

They made us.

Wait, what do
we got here?

[sirens wailing]
We got a 27-David, signal 10-10...

Christopher and Hudson.
Suspicious black Mercedes...

Sam, Zebra, Union, 766.
Will investigate.

Hey!

(Bregman)
Don't shoot. The money's in the back.

(Cop 1)
All right, crawl out.

Don't turn around.

Keep your arms raised.

Spread them.
What? What are you....

Who are you?

Please!

Don't turn around,
I said. I'm not a criminal.

He's clean.

Hey.

He's got the Lotto back here.

I'm in the
real estate business.

I deal routinely
in very large sums.

Yeah, right.

At 2:00 in the morning,
out of the back seat of your car?

I can prove that the money
is mine. I've done nothing illegal.

[knocking on door]

This is Mr. Kattleman,
Mr. Bregman's attorney.

Oh, Marvin.
Thank God you're here.

They gonna let us talk?

Gentlemen, may l
have a moment with my client?

It tops $4 mil,
and they're still counting.

Yeah, but this is Sol Bregman,
not Pablo Escobar.

Hey, so what?
Let's toss it to Narcotics and go home.

I've advised Mr. Bregman
to fully explain why he was carrying that money.

My son, Jason,
has been kidnapped.

I was trying
to pay the ransom.

Did you actually
talk to Jason?

Last time they called,
they played a tape of Jason's voice.

I could tell he was terrified.

I haven't heard fear
in his voice since he was a child.

Where does Jason work?

He has his own real estate
business. His office is in my building.

We'll need the names
of all his employees.

There's just
a secretary.

Look, I didn't ask
for your help. I can handle this myself.

We can't let you do that.

He's my only son.
I'm not gonna sit on my hands.

We understand that,
but if you want to help him, you're gonna have to help us.

(Briscoe)
We'll also need a list of your employees...

especially anybody
who quit or got fired.

(Logan)
What about his friends, the people he hung out with?

I don't know many
of his current friends.

My son has his own life.

[telephone ringing]

(Logan)
Let it ring. You got it?

[button clicks]

[telephone ringing]

Don't answer that phone,
Mr. Bregman.

(Bregman)
I was there with the money. I was going to pay you.

I couldn't help it.
I did not call them in.

I did exactly
as you told me.

Jason?

Jason, are you all right?

Listen to me.

I'll pay you
anything you want.

Only, don't hurt him.

Hello? Hello?

It's the damn tape again.

[telephone dialing]
They know you're involved.

They said if they don't get
the money in two days, they're going to kill Jason.

[tape rewinding]

(man)
...and you betrayed us.

(Bregman)
I did not call them in.

I did exactly
as you told me.

(Jason)
Dad, it's Jason.

I'm okay.

These people are serious.

Please follow
their instructions, or it's over.

They're going
to kill me, okay?

(Bregman)
I'll pay you anything you want.

So, a street-side pay phone,
42nd and Broadway, lots of traffic...

prints are a long shot.

They won't set up another
ransom exchange by phone.

A note on Bregman's car,
a FedEx, maybe a pizza man.

And don't count on Bregman
telling us about it.

What about the gray van
our men spotted?

Well, from the year,
make, and model, and a two-letter partial...

it narrows down
to about 3,000 vehicles.

Well, Jason Bregman
didn't get carried down a ladder from his nursery.

Whoever did it knew
when and where to grab him.

(Logan)
This guy wasn't a hermit.

Checking out his lifestyle's
gonna be a lot of manpower.

Johnson and Samuels
will cover tenant grievances.

You start with the home front.
And careful.

Nothing can get him killed
quicker than a headline.

I never had trouble with him.
What's going on?

Oh, the old man doesn't hear
from his kid for a few days, they call out the army.

Yeah. We're here, and little
Jason's probably snapping towels at beach bunnies.

[chuckles]

Well, he's a lady's man,
that's for sure.

Goes mostly for the
bohemian type. Bags of bones with long hair.

Looks like he was
a budding David Merrick.

"Jason Bregman presents
Blue. " Never heard of it.

Picked the wrong color,
I guess. Is this him?

Oh, he's game for anything.
Bobsledding, scuba diving. Me?

Give me a beer and a waterbed.
That's all the excitement I need.

He sure keeps
a lot of art around here.

Yeah, he deals
in it.

Takes after his father.

You know, I hear the old man
has his name written in stone at the Guggenheim.

Looks like Jason
might've been headed toward Times Square.

"Planet Fantasy,
produced and directed by Jason Bregman."

"Promotional reel
for the Lisa Cole Gallery."

Sounds more like Soho
than 42nd Street.

Lisa's one of his girlfriends.
A real piece of art.

(Lisa)
Jason and I go out, but we're not mutually exclusive.

So what's Jason done,
besides not return my calls?

Well, when was the last time
you heard from him?

Friday.

On Saturday we were
going to his rave party, but he stood me up.

His party?

He was throwing it?
Jason's latest enterprise.

A warehouse, a band,
500 crazy kids...

and a couple of lowlifes
to keep a lid on things.

I thought he was
into the real estate business.

His old man gave him an
office, but it didn't excite him like his other hobbies.

These lowlifes
for the parties, did he hire them out of the want-ads?

Jason had a need for sleaze,
but he let his partner handle that end.

He's the one
who sent you, right? Why would he do that?

They had a beef
about fire permits...

so now this creep thinks
Jason owes him money.

(Briscoe)
This creep got a name?

I don't know.
How about Guido?

He had a lease on one of the
warehouses. I think Jason's father owned the place.

[telephones ringing]
Until now, this kid had no worries.

Show up for work,
don't show up. He had it all.

Yeah, if you're willing
to overlook the fact...

that his old man's money
got him kidnapped.

(officer)
Here you go.

(Logan)
Oh, no, I want those over here.

Give me the money.
I'll take my chances.

How about what goes with it?

This kid couldn't pick up
a paper without seeing...

Bregman Senior
getting some kind of an award.

It's a tough act to follow.

Try following a drunk.

Sol Bregman's got two personal
accounts. Everything's current to this morning.

Would you believe
a seven-figure balance?

Hey, here's a withdrawal
for $250,000 cash...

the day after his kid
was grabbed.

What do you think?

Down payment
for the kidnappers?

$250,000's a lot of
walking-around money, even for you.

You work for the lRS now?

Where'd the money go,
Mr. Bregman?

I had to do something.

Tell us about it.
We've been known to empathize.

After I received
the ransom demand...

I thought if I could contact
the right people....

(Briscoe)
Who, the Mott Street crowd?

In my business,
you meet people. I thought they could help.

And they hit you up
for $250,000?

That's what he said
it would cost.

(Briscoe)
Who said?

Jimmy Ameche.

He leases
some of my buildings.

He's in business with my son.
These dance parties.

I would have
given him anything.

Have a seat.
You have a cushion?

I just had the laser thing
done on my 'rhoids.

We'll get you
some extra marshmallows for your hot cocoa.

Nice.

I hope this doesn't
take all morning. So do we.

So, you and Jason Bregman
were partners?

Yeah. I had a building
sitting empty, and Jason had a way of generating income.

We heard you two
had a falling out.

(Ameche)
So what?

Partners don't
have disagreements?

Jason's a good kid,
but he has his bad days.

Yeah. Like the past four.

I wouldn't know.

"l wouldn't know"?

Is that all Sol Bregman
got for his $250,000? "l wouldn't know"?

Okay.

So this is where
I show you mine, and you show me yours.

We all know Jason's been
missing since Friday.

(Logan)
We know.

The question is,
what do you know that rates a six-figure fee?

Sol Bregman called me.

He figured I could be helpful
with this situation.

And what are you,
an expert?

I've got connections,
and I was willing to use them.

Sure, for a price.

I had to put some money
out on the street. You know how this works.

Sure. We're familiar
with the mechanics of extortion.

I wouldn't do that
to a friend.

Figure, what would
that get me?

Fellas, can I see you
a minute?

Sit tight.

Surveillance
on Bregman's house called.

He took off in his car around
5:00 a.m. They followed him to his lawyer's building.

He went
in the underground garage.

[telephone ringing]
They still watching him?

They thought they were.

He switched cars
with his attorney, and he slipped them.

Logan.

[police radios chattering]

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

All right, hold him there.

They got Bregman
over near the 10th Avenue freight trestle.

So we figured the car
was maybe jacked or abandoned.

But this guy's just
sitting in the front seat.

Not a very smart move,
Mr. Bregman.

I did what I had to do.

Doesn't this thing have
a car phone? You could've called us, right?

They took the phone
and the keys. I was stuck.

How'd they get
in touch with you?

Through my lawyer.
He received a call from them.

If you had told us where
the pick-up was, we could've been ready for them.

I didn't know!

They instructed me over
the car phone. They had me drive around...

then they made me come here.
Same as before, lie down on the front seat.

After a few minutes,
I heard someone take the keys.

They opened the trunk,
took the money.

How many were they?

I didn't see.
I didn't look up.

I did what they told me.
Look, it's over. It's done.

Over for who?

I'm looking around,
I don't see Jason.

It's not over for him.

This guy. What, he thinks
it's a business deal?

You give them the money,
you get the kid, like buying a building?

Hey, if somebody grabbed
my kid, I wouldn't care what anybody told me.

I'd hock everything I owned,
do whatever it took to get her back.

And I know better.

Well, they were
feeding him instructions over the car phone.

And they had to be someplace
where they could watch him...

make sure he wasn't
being followed.

Now, he said it was only
a couple of minutes before they got the key, right?

What do you say
we try that bodega?

(Marty)
Before him...

the last white guy I seen
around here was Clinton.

And he had the Secret Service.

How many calls did he make?
Not Clinton, the other guy.

I wasn't counting.

He'd make a call,
and go sit in his van.

Then make another call.

What color was the van?

That was white, too.

You're watching him
make calls, and you don't know what he looks like?

I was listening to Howard.
(Briscoe) You listen with your eyes?

Come on.
Tall, short, thin, fat?

Average guy,
about your height.

Sharp dresser.

Had on a yellow jacket.

Hey.

LUDs give us three calls
from the deli to Bregman's car phone.

Unfortunately, Latents says
no usable prints off the pay phone.

Can't catch a break here.
Well, maybe we just did.

Take a close look
at that.

Two other calls,
same time frame...

another number.

Updating the people
holding Jason.

Pay phone
in the South Bronx.

Bastards couldn't live
in Gramercy Park?

That thing
still in service?

[children chattering]

Dial tone.

Lot of places
around here to hide somebody.

Yeah.

Or bury him.

Jason outlived his usefulness
the minute they got that ransom.

I'm gonna call the troops.
We'll start a canvass.

(Logan)
Hi.

A little late in the year
to be working the garden, isn't it?

It ain't too late
for squash.

I'm Detective Mike Logan.

This morning, around 6:00,
were you out here?

I told you
that was drug business. My wife don't trust anyone.

Yeah? We're interested
in anybody who was using that phone.

A white man, I think.

Had a brand new car.
He was there for almost two hours.

What kind of car?
I don't know about cars.

It was new and big.
I can only give you the license number.

You took down the license?
I'm on Neighborhood Watch.

I learned
all the correct procedures in the Citizen Patrol course.

Now, this last number here
is either a three or an eight.

You mind if I give her a hug?

Looks like a shirt
my ex-sister-in-law once sent me.

Yeah, smells like
any one of your shirts.

Yes?
We're looking for a Shepherd Watson.

I'm Shep Watson.
What is it?

Mr. Watson, I'm Det. Logan
and this is Det. Briscoe.

You mind
if we have a word with you inside?

Sure. Come in.

Excuse the mess.
I'm getting ready for a show.

What is it?
Is there another robbery in this building?

Do you own
a '92 Chrysler with the license plate 2PR-508?

Yeah. It's in the garage.

Where was it yesterday morning
around 6:00?

We were in the South Bronx.

Scary. We could have
used you guys.

What was the attraction?

I'm looking to do
something big.

You know, terrestrial.

Like Christo.

The artist who covered
the hills of California with umbrellas.

Yeah, didn't one of them fall
and kill somebody?

Well, I'm planning to do
something a lot less lethal in the South Bronx.

(Briscoe)
So you're an artist.

Do you know a Jason Bregman?

I've heard of him.

Of course,
his father's very important in the art world.

Officers, I don't understand.

Did I run a stop sign
yesterday? Were you wearing that?

I hate winter colors.

Dumb. Froze my butt off.

(Briscoe)
Well, how about we thaw it out down at the precinct?

(Watson)
So I was in the South Bronx. I used some phones.

I mean, I might've used
that phone. I don't know.

Is there some crime
connected with this?

Let's talk about 10th Avenue.

I told you, I wasn't anywhere
near there. You said yourself, I was in the South Bronx.

I mean, make some sense
or give it up.

Yes, you're being ridiculous.
Shep was going to put on a show in the South Bronx.

You know,
I dated an artist once.

The thing I remember is,
before she did anything, she made sketches.

We were working
with a concept. Nothing on paper.

You mean, like,
just spitballing?

That's right.

Mike, why don't you
take Ms. Navarro over to the other room...

and see if you can find out
what they were spitballing about yesterday.

That's enough.

[speaking in Spanish]

Yeah, we want a lawyer.
No more talk.

I mean, we've tried
to cooperate, but this has just gone too far.

They used the "L" word.

And he's gonna walk them
right out the door. They came up clean on priors.

They're not in the system,
and no link to a rental van.

This is crazy.
We got Watson's car in the South Bronx...

and we got Watson's jacket
in Chelsea.

Yeah, well,
who was driving the car? Navarro?

The old lady lD'd
a white male.

Anything come up
with the canvass?

Apparently, you found
the only cooperative witness.

They're still working
their car at the impound.

These people
gotta be involved.

Now, can you
keep them happy until we can check the loft?

Get a warrant.

This is art? Maybe
I missed my calling.

A little much here
for a weekender.

Well, well.

Aruba!

Guess who's gonna
miss the dinner flight.

What's that,
the squash garden?

That building, we saw it
from the pay phone.

More buildings.

Same block.

Maybe Jason's current address.

[police radio chattering]

Maybe we should
get the dogs back.

(cop)
Hey, Detective.

I think maybe
we got something. I heard tapping.

I listened.
I didn't hear nothing.

What tapping?

In the toilet, up there
on the first floor. It tapped and then it stopped.

You want to check
the plumbing?

Plumbing starts
in the basement.

[door opening]

(Logan)
So when does the guy with the metal fingernails jump out?

(cop)
Yeah, right.

Hey, guys...

want to work off
some doughnuts here?

"Docket number 935193.

"People versus Shepherd Watson
and Helena Navarro.

"Charge is kidnapping
in the first degree...

"grand larceny in the
first degree and attempted murder in the second degree."

A hat trick. What's the plea?

Your Honor,
I am informed...

these defendants are to be
represented by a Mr. Hastings of Dade County, Florida.

I request a postponement
until Mr. Hastings arrives.

He should have
taken the redeye. Now, give me a plea.

We're not guilty of anything.
The accusation is ridiculous.

Si. Not guilty.

Your Honor, People
requests these defendants be held without bail.

I don't see the flight risk.

(Kincaid)
They received a ransom of over $4 million...

and when they were arrested,
they had plane tickets out of the country.

Our intention is not to leave.

It's to stay and clear up
this absurd mistake.

Fine. Let me give you
permanent residence.

The defendants will be held
without bail at Rikers, pending trial.

[gavel pounds]

(Hastings)
I admire your pace, Miss Kincaid.

Fast arraignment,
held without bail...

and all before my jet
left Miami airspace.

The fact that your clients
kidnapped a man, shot him, and left him for dead...

it inspired a quick reaction.

The fact that
you're not rushing off to the grand jury tells me...

that while
you may have inspiration, you don't have proof.

Their car was seen in the
area Jason was found in. They knew the building.

And you have alibis for
everyone who's ever relieved themselves in that ruin?

When Jason Bregman is off the
critical list, I'm confident he'll identify your clients.

Meantime, they sit in jail.
"What's the rush," is that the idea?

If you're unfamiliar
with our procedures, we can supply you with a manual.

Manual's the same
in Dade County.

It's nearly 12:00.

Why don't we dispose of this
over a plate of sweet and sour?

You know, you can't get
good Chinese in Miami.

We can dispose of it
right now, if your clients are willing to plead guilty.

What a shame.

I hate to eat alone.

The police have a tape
of the ransom demand.

Can't they turn some dials
and come up with a voice match on Watson?

The tape's
mostly Jason Bregman.

The other voice
was deliberately distorted.

They don't think
a match'll hold up.

It wouldn't be the first time
that you give the grand jury...

a dog-and-pony show
without the pony.

Adam, I know Sol Bregman
is a friend of yours.

It has nothing
to do with friendship. Then don't push me on this.

I won't present
until I get a positive lD.

The longer you wait,
the better Hastings looks at a bail hearing.

Before you know it,
his clients will be peddling artwork in Panama.

(Kincaid)
Hastings would be right at home there.

According to
the Dade County DA...

he was the first lawyer
called in to defend Noriega.

Drug lawyer
with a private jet.

We could all live
for a whole year...

on what he must be charging
Watson and Navarro.

They kidnap your son
and use your ransom to pay their lawyer.

I was at
Sol Bregman's wedding.

Thirty years later,
I was with him when his wife died.

I don't care if you have to
juggle bowling balls, I want you to get an indictment.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

Okay, thanks.

Jason Bregman's conscious.
He's able to talk.

Good.

I was handcuffed
and blindfolded for six days.

I didn't really
get a good look.

I'm not sure that
I could identify them.

They grabbed you
off the street?

At night,
outside my building.

Before I knew it,
I was in the trunk of a car.

(Stone)
Could you recognize their voices?

Maybe. I only heard one voice.
There was little conversation.

I never knew if they were
going to shoot me, or leave me there to starve to death.

I think my son has had enough
for one day.

His doctor was opposed
to this.

Doctor...

I'll wait with the interviews
until you think he's well enough.

I want to postpone the lineup
as long as possible.

Then you're not sure
you have the right people?

My main concern
is with the grand jury.

Without corroborating
evidence, your son's testimony may be worthless.

You expect Polaroids
to be dropped into your lap?

I want
these people prosecuted.

Or the next time
we'll meet will be in Adam Schiff's office.

[sighs]

Where we meet, sir,
won't affect this case one way or the other.

Hastings is sharp.
It won't take him long to figure out we're stalling.

Yeah, well,
those clients of his...

they couldn't have possibly
spent $4 million in one weekend...

so if we find the money,
we'll find the evidence.

Give me a half hour
with a pick and shovel, and no one would find that money.

Right. Until the neighborhood
mutt digs up the yard.

What would Watson
want with this? Six bolts of calico cloth?

How about calico umbrellas
for crackheads in the South Bronx?

This warrant cover
unopened mail? It does now.

You know, for a couple
of starving artists...

these two weren't
counting their calories.

Watson's credit card bill:
Raoul's, Provence, Greenstreet's.

Well, the drinks
were on the house.

Invitations to gallery
openings, fashion shows, cocktail parties.

Tough life.
Even tougher when you're careless.

A past-due notice.
Sutphin Lock 'N' Store.

This guy with a blow-dry
comes in two days ago, half hour before I knock off.

He look anything
like this?

Sure. With a shave
and reconstructive surgery.

My guy was young.
$1,000 suit and a tan to match.

Had to show him
where the locker was.

And, of course,
you asked him for some lD?

Of course I didn't,
long as he had a key.

There you go, A-43.

[sighing]

They say space
is a precious commodity.

This guy with the Gucci tan,
did you see him leave?

Yeah.

Lugging three duffle bags.

Thanks.

Hey.

(Hastings)
Here I was, worried sick about young Mr. Bregman.

Turns out he's been playing
grab-ass with the nurses for nearly a week.

We're under no obligation
to make him available to you.

Well, when the prosecutor
refuses the victim the opportunity...

to point a finger
at the accused...

I have to ask myself why.

(Stone)
Mr. Hastings...

is your fee hourly,
or do you get a percentage of the ransom?

So that's what's got
your Sunday-school nose all bent out of shape.

It never occurred to me
to ask my clients where the money came from.

We're more interested
in where it went.

According to a LaGuardia
flight plan, your jet left for Miami...

one hour after
an unidentified man removed three duffle bags...

from a locker rented
by your clients.

And now it's buried
in my back yard at Coral Gables?

Or in some off-shore bank.

You could save yourself
the price of sun block...

by referring to Penal Law
Section 48.05, Sub-3.

"Property attained for
attorney's fee in good faith is exempt from forfeiture."

Well, with a court order, sir,
we can force open your books.

The old co-conspirator threat.

Well, go ahead.
God knows it's been tried.

But if you're looking
for busywork...

try this one on.

Order to show cause.

I want that lineup, Ben.

(Hastings)
According to his nurses...

Jason Bregman eats
in the cafeteria with his father.

If he can stand in line for
a hamburger, he can certainly show up for a lineup.

Your Honor, Mr. Bregman
was unconscious for two whole days.

His recollections
are still vague.

Which means they're not
what you'd hoped for.

Your Honor, the defense has
no statutory right to demand eyewitness identification.

They have the
right of confrontation.

But only at trial, and no
court has ever extended that right to include lineups.

Your Honor, my clients are
already serving a sentence with no indictment...

no trial, and just the
faintest shadow of evidence against them.

Mr. Stone's doing an end-run
around the Fifth Amendment.

Ben, I don't like defendants
sitting in a cell...

while you hold back something
that may get this dismissed. Let's get on with it.

Motion granted.

Okay, I'm ready.

I'll do my best.

Bring them in.

[door closing]

No. Sorry.

(Jason)
I told you, I never actually saw them.

Thank you. Bring in
the other five, please.

Mr. Bregman...

please take your time
with this one.

Number Four,
step forward and read from the card, please.

"The Criminal Court of the
City of New York is hereby established...

"as a single citywide court,
as provided by sections--"

(Van Buren)
Thank you.

Number Five,
step forward and read from the card, please.

"The Criminal Court
of the City of New York is hereby established...

"as a single citywide court,
as provided by sections...."

I don't know.

They all sound alike.

Motion for a new bail hearing.

Numbers One and Five.
Better luck at the track, son.

God, $200,000 bail?
Might as well drive them to the airport.

What do you expect?

At any rate, I filed
a motion for discovering. Right.

And that should keep them
in town at least a week, answering questions.

Unless they decide
that a beach house in the Caribbean...

would be more comfortable.

What the hell
was Judge Caffey thinking?

I sent the photos
of Watson and Navarro to the Miami Police.

Someone in their fraud
division identified them...

as Robert Martin Sennett
and Marlene Manzo.

Wanted for larceny in Florida.

And Sennett is wanted
in Nevada on a two-year-old drug warrant.

They were never fingerprinted.
That's why they didn't show up on the system.

Pick them up on the warrants.
Feed the aliases into the hopper...

and we just might get
something more out of this.

(Kincaid)
The gray van was rented by Marlene Manzo...

with a Florida
driver's license.

The white van was rented
by Robert Sennett with a Nevada license.

(Stone)
Different names, same faces.

They say everyone
has a twin somewhere.

Still adds up to a molehill
of circumstantial evidence.

I have buried people
with less, and I'll bury them.

Suppose my clients told you
there was a third party?

Someone who planned this
scheme? What kind of a deal would you make?

Suppose they recited
the Iliad?

What are we
talking about?

You people never took
a real look at Jason.

Was that a dictate
from Adam Schiff?

Jason Bregman planned
his own kidnapping?

The old man expected him
to work for a living.

Jason felt
it was unreasonable.

He came to us.
We didn't go to him.

He begged you to shoot him?

The boy wanted realism.

A dramatic escape
with a bullet in his shoulder.

He said he was fine
when we left him.

(Hastings)
We're ready to deal, Ben.

You expect me
to believe this?

Only if you listen
to this.

(Jason on tape)
These people are serious.

Please follow
their instructions, or it's over.

They're going
to kill me, okay?

Wait. Let's do it once more.

[quavering]
Dad, it's Jason.

I'm okay.

These people are serious.

Please follow
their instructions, or it's over.

They're going
to kill me, okay?

[recorder clicks off]

Whatever lies
in their stories about Jason, this can't be ignored.

Jason claims he was bound
and gagged for six days.

He should have bruises,
but the doctors who examined him found nothing.

Yeah, bleeding to death
in a rathole was also part of his plan.

(Stone)
That might have been Navarro and Watson's plan.

Better a two-way split
than three.

(Kincaid)
It's likely Jason was an accomplice...

up to the time
the money was paid.

Now, it's almost impossible
to prove attempted murder...

without Jason's cooperation.

So first I tell Sol Bregman
that his son is a thief...

and then I ask him
to get the kid to cooperate.

How would you
work that, Counselor?

[ring tapping on glass]

I've listened to that tape.

If those bastards had it...

it proves that
they're guilty. Am I right?

(Schiff)
Yes.

But we're not sure
of what.

Sol, my people think
that Jason was involved.

That there was
no kidnapping.

No. Not Jason.
I won't hear that.

If I were you, I'd hire
the best criminal attorney I could find.

It's outrageous.

My son was half-dead
when they found him.

That's true.

And if Jason
would cooperate--

(Bregman)
How can you do this?

We've been friends
for over 30 years.

You believe that scum
over my son?

Believe those lies?

I don't know you, Adam.

I don't know you at all.

(Jason on tape)
Wait. Let's do it once more.

[quavering]
Dad, it's Jason.

I'm okay.

If you had a gun pointed
at your head...

you'd recite
Hamlet backwards.

They were ready
to kill me.

I had to make
absolutely sure my father understood that.

Mr. Bregman, in all my years
of prosecution, you are possibly...

the stupidest criminal
I've ever met.

Let's go. I don't have
to listen to this.

Jason, sit down.

Ben...

I understand
these lowlifes would say anything.

But that you'd put
any stock in their rantings is incomprehensible.

Nick, you know
as well as I do...

that a jury won't find
that incomprehensible.

Young man...

with that tape,
Watson and Navarro have an excellent defense...

for kidnapping
and attempted murder.

This is absurd.

I never saw them
until they shoved a gun in my face.

(Stone)
If you want to play it that way, go ahead.

But I can prosecute the three
of you for grand larceny.

Anytime you want to take
this further, Mr. Stone, just give us a call.

(Hastings)
It's been a week since we gave you Bregman.

I thought I made it clear,
my clients were ready to discuss a plea.

I put nothing
on the table, Mr. Hastings.

And maybe Sol Bregman did?

Sir, do you really want
to get into that kind of trouble with me?

[sighs]

My clients have gone out on
a limb to cooperate with you.

By making claims
no one can verify.

You have the tape.

(Stone)
That's a tape made under duress.

We need evidence of complicity
before the kidnapping.

Search his apartment.
You'll find one of Mr. Watson's paintings there.

He collects art.
It doesn't mean he knows the artists.

His interest wasn't
as a collector.

We convinced an appraiser
the piece was worth $100,000.

Jason hangs it
in a storefront gallery he rented, and....

Gone.

You report it stolen
and split the insurance check.

I hope you have
the check stub.

(Watson)
Jason backed out.

He was afraid his old man
would find out. But he kept the painting.

A rider was added to
Mr. Bregman's policy last June for an oil painting on canvas.

36" by 44", depicting
a female nude...

signed by Shepherd Watson.

Reported stolen, August 26.

A claim was filed?

Yes, but it smelled
a little ripe.

An instinctive reaction
for an insurance adjuster.

A loss less than
two months after purchase. Bells went off.

We were about to turn it
over to the police.

What stopped you?

We received a polite letter
saying that the painting had been recovered.

Filing a false claim
still rates as a crime.

We do a lot of business
with Sol Bregman.

If he tells us that
no fraud was intended, we take him at his word.

You talked to Sol Bregman?

He wrote the letter.

I assure you, Adam...

until you sent me the tape,
I had no idea what he was up to.

Spare me the crap.
The minute that you heard...

that Watson was involved
with the kidnapping, you should have called me.

And say what?

That my son's
a failed criminal?

I know he has a contribution
to make if he would just...

connect with something.

Connect with what?

This might be the last favor
I ask, Adam.

Jason's the only one
who got hurt.

I want you to drop the case.

I can't do that.

I'll withdraw
the complaint.

It's too late.

Please, Adam,
I've got to protect him.

You sat there.
You've done nothing, and you want me to fix it.

I'm afraid
I might lose him for good.

You don't get your son
to cooperate...

you can say goodbye
to him for 20 years.

(Teller)
Squeeze the rock as hard as you want, Ben...

it won't make the blood flow
any faster.

My client emphatically denies
any involvement.

Please, Jason, stop the lying.
They're gonna put you in prison.

Young man, your own father
doesn't believe you. What do you think a jury will do?

A jury doesn't have
any personal stake in this.

For God's sake, Jason,
I'm not trying to hurt you.

I'm sure
Watson put you up to it.

Of course.

Because you don't think
I'm capable.

(Kincaid)
We believe in your abilities, Jason.

You nearly took your father
for $5 million.

And I would have,
if he hadn't called the police.

Jason--

That's why Watson
turned on me.

Thanks to you, I ended up flat
on my face with a bullet next to my heart.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stone.

I can't listen
to any more of this.

Jason....

Mr. Teller, is your client
willing to discuss a plea?

Larceny in the second degree
in exchange for your testimony?

He blames his own father
for ruining this harebrained scheme of his?

I bet he blames him
for all his failures.

What is all this rage
against a father who loves him and dotes on him?

It's a fairly common
behavioral trait...

among children
of highly successful parents.

They love the perks.
They hate the price.

Let's hope justice is blind.

Excuse me?

He's the only witness
I have.

And God willing,
that jury won't see...

what a sniveling,
conniving little weasel he is.

Well, if telling the truth
is a way he can humiliate his father...

I think
he'll be very motivated.

He should be quite persuasive.

(Jason)
Mr. Watson insisted on counting the money.

That took almost
half the night.

Of course, it was all there.

If there's one thing my father
is, is pathetically honest.

(Stone)
So please tell us what happened after that.

(Jason)
We drove to Queens.

Mr. Watson and Miss Navarro
put the duffle bags in the locker...

and then we drove back
to town to execute the rest of our plan.

And what was
the rest of your plan?

It's a clever twist,
if my friends had just stuck to it.

We decided releasing me
would raise suspicion.

An escape would be
more convincing.

Shooting me was purely
Mr. Watson's idea.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Mr. Bregman...

didn't you shatter your knee
in a bobsledding accident four years ago?

That's right.

Are you fond
of showing off that scar and bragging about it?

Some people have seen it.
So what?

Your father sent you
to Saint Barts to recuperate.

I can see what you're
getting at, but I didn't plan to break my knee.

It was an accident.
It wasn't my fault.

(Hastings)
I understand.

Get you to the
real estate business.

You managed the warehouse
at 631 Dwyer Street?

It's one of my father's.

Actually, now it belongs
to First Dominion Bank.

They foreclosed on it
last year, didn't they?

That's right, I remember.

A balloon payment
went past due.

How was that payment missed?

Secretary failed to inform me
of the notice.

And where were you,
Mr. Bregman?

I was in Palm Beach.

It wasn't my fault.

Is anything
ever your fault, Jason?

(Stone)
Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

In the first count of
the indictment, grand larceny in the first degree...

for the defendant
Helena Navarro, how does the jury find?

Guilty.

In the second count
of the indictment, attempted murder in the second degree...

for the defendant
Helena Navarro, how does the jury find?

Not guilty.

In the first count of
the indictment, grand larceny in the first degree...

for the defendant
Shepherd Watson, how does the jury find?

(forewoman)
Guilty.

In the second count
of the indictment, attempted murder in the second degree...

for the defendant
Shepherd Watson, how does the jury find?

Not guilty.

The defendants are remanded
into custody, pending sentencing on February 9th.

Mr. Bregman, I'll deal
with your sentence at that time.

[gavel pounds]

I still don't see
your client, Mr. Teller.

I spoke to him yesterday,
Your Honor. He assured me he'd be here.

Your Honor,
we've been here an hour...

and I request that you revoke
Mr. Bregman's bail and issue a warrant for his arrest.

I'm sure there's
a reasonable explanation.

It appears that Mr. Bregman
has fled jurisdiction.

(Judge)
So it does.

Bail is forfeited.
Bench warrant ordered.

I have no idea where he is.

But you knew
he wouldn't be there in court today.

(Schiff)
Sol, have you lost your mind?

I couldn't let him down.

Well, now you're gonna
help us find him.

So you can put him in prison
for three years?

Please, Mr. Bregman,
don't do this.

You're hindering
the prosecution of a felon.

My son counts on me,
Mr. Stone.

I'll always be there for him.

(Schiff)
And when you're arrested and put on trial...

will he be there for you?

Draw up a warrant
on Bregman, Solomon...

for hindering prosecution.

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