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(dramatic music)

- [Announcer] Previously, on Wiseguy.

- We would like you to join the OCB.

- I'm not interested.

- It's your sister.

The baby's coming.

- That's it.

What have you got?

- It's a boy.

- [Doctor] All right!

- Is something wrong?

- Cash flow's a little tight right now.

- That's some letter.

It's a foreclosure notice.

- [Priest] What's the baby gonna be called?

- Michael Richard Burns.

- I baptize you Michael Richard.

- What's an undercover cop make, Frank?

- You're looking at, roughly, 42k a year and some change.

Plus, they give you $7,000 up front

for what they call French pay.

- French pay?

- French pay!

It's, sort of, an advance on your overtime.

- I want the $7,000 sent

to the Third Interstate Mortgage Company in Paterson.

Attend to Richard and Celia's homeowners' account.

After that, you got me.

- All right, Mikey.

You're in.

- [News Announcer] The Navy's ch-57 Sea Warrior

was on a routine training mission

when it crashed in the early morning

hours, just south of Islip, Long Island.

All four crew members were killed on impact.

This is the third Sea Warrior crash

since 1989.

The naval safety investigators attributed the cause

of those other two accidents to pilot error.

- It's not true.

- Sue.

They're lying.

You know they're lying.

- [News Announcer] The names of the three enlisted crew

members are being withheld, pending notification

of next of kin.

However, we have been able to ascertain the identity

of the pilot.

A 15-year Navy veteran, he's captain Thomas Cudahy,

39, of Hicksville, Long Island.

Cudahy was to have celebrated his 40th birthday next Monday,

reporting live from Islip, this is Jonathan Freedman,

- NewsCenter 3. - Mama, what's wrong?

- Where's Dad, Mama?

- He's

He's, he

There's something I have to tell you.

- Welcome to the OCB, Mikey.

The meanest, toughest, organized crime strike force

since Ness put the screws to Capone.

- I'm impressed, Frank.

But forgive me, you're no Robert Stack.

- Yeah, well, you're not exactly Rico

or Youngblood yourself.

Now pay attention for the five dollar briefing.

The Cosa Nostra, the Sicilian mob.

We have eight major cities

with high LCN activity, but they're just the tip

of the iceberg.

We're facing the Yakuza, Chinese Tongs,

Rastafarian crackheads, and biker mobs,

dealing methamphetamine ice.

- How soon is this gonna be over?

I'm due for a root canal.

- Hey, sports shoes, you think I need this?

- Keep going, Frank.

This is riveting.

- The point is the local cops can't keep track

of all this.

That's where the OCB comes in.

We have the backing of the bureau,

not to mention the DEA, IRS, ATF, and customs.

Now you need a leer in downtown Detroit at midnight,

you pick up the phone, you got it.

- Just in case I ever wanna be in downtown Detroit

at midnight.

- The point is we have national jurisdiction.

More importantly, we're insulated.

You remember what it was like when you worked

for the US attorney's office?

Phone calls from Washington, D.C.,

flack from local politicians.

Well, we're different.

We only answer to one man, the attorney general himself.

- That's comforting.

I remember when John Mitchell was the AG.

Where was it that he served after Watergate?

LAPac? Eleven worth?

- Listen, we take some heat once in a while,

but for the most part, we carry our own bags.

- Fitting metaphor, Frank.

It's time to pack up.

- Paul, what are you talking about?

- The OCB.

It's finished.

- Speak English.

- Gramm Rudman.

Budget cuts.

Stick your head up far enough in D.C.

and guarantee, there's a member of Congress

standing behind you ready to cut off your head.

- So, what are you saying?

- We've been decapitated.

They're breaking us up.

From here on out, the work of the OCB

will be carried on locally in each

of the US attorney's offices.

- They can't do that.

- Yes, they can.

And they have.

- I've got 14 years here, Paul.

That's almost a third of my life.

My marriage broke up, my son doesn't know who

I've given everything to this job.

- And you'll continue to do so.

I've arranged for you to go to New York.

Santana goes with you.

- The Southern district?

That's the Chambers' office.

- It's also the strongest US attorney's seat in the country.

Wall Street, Little Italy, Chinatown, all cheek to jowl.

They've got the jurisdiction and they've got the juice.

It's the best I can do.

- What about Lifeguard?

- Well, we've still got men in the field, Frank

so, naturally, the controllers

that handle our undercover agents will have

to stay in place.

(foreign language)

May the OCB rest in peace.

- So much for the Untouchables, huh, Frank?

This one's great.

Men who eat Moo shu pork with MSG wake up with migraine.

- That's not what it says. - I swear.

- Let me see it.

Let me see that.

- Okay, you read yours.

- Okay.

When you find life's true love, keep it.

Happiness is perishable.

So is it true?

That you're going to be living in New York now?

- Like the song says, if you can make it here,

you can make it anywhere.

All you have to do is live in a high security building,

don't go out after eight, and never run

in the park without air cover.

Is something wrong?

What is it?

- I've been offered a job in Los Angeles.

Big corporate law firm, Brandt, Klein, and Bach.

- Did you take it?

- Not yet.

I have to let them know Monday.

- What's wrong with your mother's firm?

It's top shelf.

Your father always dreamed of you practicing there.

Besides, it's 10 blocks away instead of 3,000 miles.

- If you think that you and McPike lock horns,

you haven't seen Mother and me in action.

- All right, admit it.

What's her real problem?

That I'm Cuban?

Gentile?

Or disbarred?

- Two and three.

- I'll get readmitted.

I'll convert.

Look, the point is

your mother's out of town.

We're together now.

And we have this whole apartment to ourselves.

- Michael, I can't now.

- Wanna know what my fortune really said?

Life is short.

You will never have this moment again.

Seize the day.

(romantic music)

- Mother.

- We were just discussing the wedding, Mrs. Stein.

We figured a short, non-denominational ceremony,

followed by a sit-down dinner for 50,

a tavern on the green.

- The wind chill factor will be 40 below in hell

before that happens.

Now get your clothes on and get out of here.

- All in all

I'd say the first meeting was pretty impressive.

What do you think?

- Oh, God.

You wanted to see me?

- Oh, good.

You're dressed.

- If you called me in here to embarrass me,

you've succeeded.

- Wait.

How would you feel if you came home after two hard weeks

and found your daughter lying on the floor

in flagrante delicto?

- It is just like you, Mother.

Reducing everything to a legal term of art.

- All right.

Truce?

When are you leaving for Los Angeles?

- Well, I'm not sure I'm going now.

I don't see why I should have to travel all the way

across the country to work

when the family business is here.

- There's a very simple explanation, darling.

There's no Michael Santana in area code 213.

- Stay out of my personal life, Mother.

- All right.

How about this?

I don't want my law firm coming under public scrutiny

because of your association with this

this

man.

- Your law firm?

It was also my father's.

- A man who taught you how lucky you are

to be living in a country that was ruled

by a government of laws, not of men.

- What does that have to do with this?

- Principle!

Ethics!

A code your father lived by.

He'd be crushed to see you shacking up with this

un-indicted co-conspirator.

- You know, Mother, L.A. is looking better

and better every minute.

- Mrs. Stein?

- No, that's my mother.

I'm Hillary Stein.

- Oh.

We were told that this is the best negligence law firm

in New York.

- Yep, one of them.

- It's very difficult getting in to see your mother.

Her secretary told us that we might not be able

to get an appointment for a month.

- We can't wait that long.

- We need somebody to see us today.

- What's the problem?

Maybe I can help.

- Are you a lawyer?

- As of about a minute ago I was, yeah.

All of your husbands died in helicopter crashes?

- The Ch-57 Sea Warrior.

- And in each of these crashes,

the same explanation was given?

Pilot error?

- My husband, Tom, flew dust ops in Vietnam.

Two tours.

He knew what he was doing.

- Sue, tell her about, you know.

- One night, about a year and a half ago,

all of us went out for dinner together.

And the men were complaining

about the helicopter rotor systems.

They felt that they might not be safe.

- About a week later, my husband's chopper went down.

- Six months later, mine died.

I tried calling the helicopter manufacturer,

the Navy, whoever would listen.

Then one night, the phone rang.

It was very late.

It was just a voice.

He said, back off.

- Any idea who it was?

- No.

- We are sure that there's a cover-up going on here.

We just don't know who's behind it.

- What I can do is refer you to one of the partners.

- Look, that's all that we've been getting.

Referrals.

The Navy, their military investigators,

one law firm after another.

Our children want answers.

They need to know why their fathers died.

And so do we.

Do you have any idea

what it's like growing up without a father, Ms. Stein?

- Yes.

As a matter of fact, I do.

My father passed away when I was in the sixth grade.

- Then help us.

Please.

- How's the investigation going?

- No comment.

- It's all right.

I'm not a reporter.

- Of course not.

You're a P.I. attorney here to pick

through the bones, right?

- That's right.

I'm here investigating for the families

of the men who died in this crash.

Not to mention the other families.

- What other families?

- Oh, come on.

You know how many Sea Warriors went down.

- Pilot error.

- Oh, that is like saying a car accident was caused

by the driver losing control.

- There's an old saying among safety investigators.

- Which is?

- When you can't pinpoint the exact cause,

there's always pilot error.

- Found the fuel pump, Carl.

- Okay, Ted.

Tag it and bag it.

I'll be with you in a sec.

- Look, can't you give me something?

Anything to tell my clients.

- Off the record?

- Yeah.

- The rotor assembly looks like it might have come apart

in flight.

It could be the pilot didn't maintain adequate RPMs.

It's hard to tell when all you've got to sift through

is ten tons of metal.

Hey, you!

What the hell are you doing to it?

Get away from that rotor!

- Who's that?

- I thought he was with you.

- That bastard talks this time, he's a dead man.

Don't lose him.

Let's roll.

- [Bartender] Hey, can I help you?

- Yeah, what do you have that's diet?

- You want something good?

Try my Black Russian with Slim Fast.

- Why don't you just give me a diet ginger ale?

Mind if I sit down?

- Public place.

You wanna sit, sit.

No need to ask me for permission.

- I saw you at the crash back there.

I've been retained by the wives of the pilots

who died in the Sea Warrior crashes.

- Catch you tomorrow, Chuck.

- Wait, don't leave.

I saw you looking at the rotor blades back there.

- I was just looking.

That's all.

I don't remember at what.

- The wives of those pilots remember their husbands

talking about faulty rotor systems on the helicopters.

I thought you might know something.

- I don't.

- Listen, the men who died in those crashes had families,

children to come home to.

- Yeah, and jobs to keep and mortgages to pay.

- Not anymore they don't.

- Over there.

- Can I get you something?

It was gin, wasn't it?

- Club soda but no thanks.

I don't drink the hard stuff anymore.

I'm Darrel Jenkins.

- I'm Hillary Stein.

- I'm a parts manager down at Aero Point.

Aircraft parts manufacturer down the road.

We supply the spares for those Sea Warriors.

Pilot error, huh?

- You don't sound convinced.

- Why should I be?

I can tell you straight out.

Those choppers went down because

of substandard 3/8th inch fastener bolts.

- Fastener bolts?

- Yeah.

Supposed to hold up the rotor system.

- And Aero Point distributes those parts.

- Distributes?

Lady, we make the damn things.

Let me tell you.

They're crap.

- You mean they're substandard.

- I mean counterfeit, bogus.

We even make them with the original serial numbers

from the manufacturer's arm.

- Who's behind this?

- Jack Bishop.

He owns the company.

Brags about how they're better than the real things.

About how they're

The bolts are supposed to withstand high velocity friction.

The damn things melt in the microwave.

- And you're sure about this?

- When that first chopper went down,

I figured it was just an accident.

Then the second chopper crashed.

I got suspicious.

So I checked the sales invoices to the Navy.

But I still wasn't sure.

And then, last week, when those guys bought the farm,

that's when I knew.

- Late night tonight, huh Jenkins?

- Hello, Mr. B.

I was just discussing some insurance plans.

I gotta go.

- My home number's on the back.

Why don't you give me a call when you decide

whether you want the whole life or the term.

- Mr. B.

- That's a good idea.

- What is?

- Him getting insurance.

- Excuse me.

- What are you talking about?

I got the order right here.

Dozen cup roll rings for the C130 blade housing's at

two bills apiece.

Where are you gonna find them cheaper?

Taiwan?

You son

Fine.

Go ahead.

Try 'em.

See if the blades don't fall off.

Belt white bandits.

You know, it's wingdip bozos like him

that make this world sordid, Axel.

Not God.

Not fate, not Manifest Destiny.

Just people.

I oughta take this, stick it under his chin

watch him squirm, huh?

Any word on that boy?

- I checked out the registration on the chick's car.

It's leased to Murphy, Cooper, and Stein.

Law firm.

They got a whole floor in the Chrysler Building.

- Find out what business she's got with Darrel.

- How am I supposed to do that?

- What are you asking me for?

(foreign language)

Just do it.

(phone ringing)

- Michael, you didn't have to call me.

I got home all right.

- [Darrel] Ms. Stein.

- Yes?

- It's Darrel Jenkins.

Did you see it?

- See what?

- The news.

It's on now.

- [Hillary] What's on?

- Another one.

- Again, recapping this hour's top story,

the second Navy Sea Warrior in the past four days

has crashed off Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

All four crew members are reported missing.

And we'll have crash footage just as soon as it's available.

In other news, President Bush

- Four crashes within the last year and a half.

21 people are dead.

And we can put together a class action suit

with upwards of 20 plaintiffs.

- Who manufactures these helicopters, Hillary?

- Englehart Strong.

They're in Pomona, California.

- Very nice.

Ben and Bradstreet gives them four stars.

They're a top 50 Fortune 500 company.

Two billion dollars in assets.

- With 20 plaintiffs,

damages could easily climb to the hundreds of millions.

- Well, we wouldn't be suing the manufacturers, Mr. Murphy.

- What?

- Liability clearly lies with Aero Point, the parts maker.

- How deep is the pocket?

- I haven't checked.

- Well, you should.

I took the liberty of pulling Aero Point's D&B.

Their assets after debt are in the neighborhood

of three million, 2.

Pretty poor neighborhood if you ask me.

- I'm sure they're indemnified way beyond that.

- That's if they don't go chapter 11.

- Why should they?

Their return on investment last year was 18%.

We go after Aero Point, I'm convinced they'll fold.

- She may be right, Hillary.

We'll bill your time at say, $400 an hour.

Let's say the trial is two years off.

Figure appeals.

Even if you were successful, we could end up

with $700,000-$800,000 in billables.

How do we recover that if Aero Point

goes belly up?

- Since when is this just about money?

- Excuse me?

- Well, the wives of these pilots,

they want compensation, sure.

But they also want justice.

- Forgive me, darling.

But in negligence suits, compensation is justice.

I sincerely doubt your Mrs. Cudahy would be content

with an $800 a month Navy pension.

- This is not a pro bono firm, Hillary.

We have our own debt to consider.

- Mother.

- I'm sorry, darling.

But in this case, I'm afraid I'll have

to support my partners.

- Terrific.

The next time Susan Cudahy wants a lecture on ethics

and principle, I'll be sure and give her your number.

- I don't have to tell you all how good this office

has been in the past.

The pizza connection,

the Drexal-Burnham insider trading case.

- That's when Giuliani was in charge.

- We've gutted the five families,

we've sent shock waves through Wall Street.

Quite frankly,

the Southern District US attorney's office has been

a bastion against all lesser men who think

that freedom is a license to print money.

- What the hell's he running for?

- Today, I am proud to announce

that the best just got better.

The chief investigator for the Justice Department's

Organized Crime Bureau, Frank McPike,

will be joining forces with us to head

up a special organized crime unit.

- So much for my future undercover work.

- And please don't be put off by his dour demeanor.

I can assure you that, faced with a wanted felon,

the man is a killer.

- They let me out for good behavior.

- How about a few words for the Fourth Estate?

Agent McPike.

- I was never really very much with words.

I'm Irish, you see.

Well, I don't know.

What can I say?

I've worked with Mr. Chambers for several weeks.

And I can tell you, unequivocally,

that he is as good a prosecutor as he can possibly be.

And why not?

His father is one of the best senators money can buy.

No, I'm just playing.

It was

It was.

(phones ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

- What the hell was that?

- Well, that, I think was called a dog and pony show.

See, you were the pony, I was the dog.

- Hey, look, McPike.

I only took you on as a favor to the late chief.

Now I want you in my office in five

or, I swear, you will be working

out of the FBI office in Guam.

- You know, it's just one

of the many things I've always hated about New York.

- What's that?

- The coffee.

There must be a thousand coffee shops in New York.

And they're all run by these Greeks.

They all brew this terrific java.

It comes in these little blue cups

with pictures of a parking lot on the side.

- So what's wrong with that?

- So what's wrong with that is that everybody orders out.

Therefore, the in-house coffee tastes like toxic waste.

- Oh, Michael, in Washington D.C., the office coffee machine

is a thing of reverence.

A vessel from the finest

from Juan Valdez.

The milk's always fresh and powdered creamer

A powdered creamer is considered verboten.

Oh, sure, laugh.

Let me tell you something.

The 10:30 coffee break is an institution.

It's a birthright.

With coffee like this,

The first day on the job, I know it.

I'm gonna hate it.

- Look at this. - Yeah.

- Nameplates with velcro on the back.

- Symbolic of what they think of our tenure here.

- Let me explain the pecking order here, Santana.

I am the top guy.

And everyone else isn't.

You said you had some cases from the OCB for me?

What have you got?

- Nothing right now.

When? It's all a little premature.

- Well then why don't I just approve your transfer

and cut my losses on this thing right now?

- And lose special agent, Frank McPike?

And the wonder dog, Santana?

Now what would your friends on Eyewitness News say?

(phone ringing)

- Ms. Hillary Stein is here.

She says she has a case for you.

- I still don't understand why Aero Point would manufacture

these substandard bolts.

- What kind of car do you drive, Mr. Chambers?

- Porsche.

9/11 Turbo targa, why?

- What's the list price?

- $100,000.

But what does that have to do with

- You know why they steal so many Porsches?

- People like to drive fast.

- No.

It's because of the parts.

They want the parts.

Soon as one of those targas gets ripped,

they break it down.

That's 'cause the sum of the parts is worth more

than the sticker price.

$130, $140,000.

It's the same thing with aircraft parts.

See this bolt?

It's titanium.

It was made by the original manufacturer,

Englehart Aircraft.

It was designed to hold for 50,000 air miles.

You see the serial number on it?

- Yeah.

- Englehart listed for $25.

Now, see this?

Looks the same, right?

Only the metal's different.

Steel versus titanium.

This one was made by Aero Point.

Bishop sells them for half price,

and I guarantee you, they'll rupture at 5,000 air miles.

- So why don't more choppers go down?

- They do.

More than you think.

Only it's not just choppers.

Aero Point supplies parts for fixed wing as well.

All four branches of the service.

- So what do you say, Winny?

This case big enough for you?

- First thing we have to do is have these bolts tested

to confirm this man's story.

- I've already done that.

Test results from the lab.

All confirmed.

- Well then it seems to me that we need

- Copies of Aero Point's invoices?

Their customer list?

We need to know who these bogus parts have been sold to.

There may be thousands of planes still up there, in danger.

- Yeah, yeah, that's good.

Can you get those for us?

- I don't know

- Why don't you just draw up warrants?

This man's done enough for us.

- Would you excuse us for a minute, Mr. Jenkins?

- Yeah, sure.

I'll be right in here.

- He has already told us himself that Bishop is wary.

Now he is an employee.

He has access to the data.

- Why don't you let me try to get in, huh?

I can pose as a buyer.

Get next to Bishop.

- There's no time.

- What's the hurry, Winny?

The election's not for six months.

- I am sick of this lip!

Look, with a box of bolts, we have nothing.

If this guy really wants to help us out,

he's just gonna have to make one more trip.

- That's absurd. - I don't like it.

The man's a civilian, Chambers.

- He's the only man who's gonna make the case for us.

- Then what do you have us here for?

Why don't you just let us do our job?

- Oh, okay.

Your job right now is to sit down, shut up, and listen.

Mr. Jenkins.

So what do you say, Mr. Jenkins?

Are you up to it?

- Look, I brought the bolts.

I don't see why I got to

- You have to stop this man, Bishop.

There's no telling how many of our servicemen may still be

in danger.

You can help us.

Now if you bring me that customer list, I will indict.

That's a promise.

(suspenseful music)

- He should be just getting out of Bishop's office by now.

On his way here.

- I told you we should've gone with him, Frank.

(phone ringing)

- Uncle, what do you got for us?

- Yeah, I got a profile on Bishop.

Regular four star patriot, this one.

- Who is this?

- Remember I told you that I had an Uncle Bill?

- I didn't know you and McPike were related.

- [Frank] Go on, hit us.

- Former supply sergeant with 101st airborne division.

He'd be up for another tour in country,

but he spent it in Eleven worth.

- [Frank] How come?

They nailed him trading black market pineapples.

- English, Uncle.

- He was selling hand grenades out of the back

of the magazine at Tansainon.

Now the word was

that Vietcong was the biggest customer.

He was in for ten, but he only did a nickel.

Seems that he found his redeemer in prison.

They cut short his term by five years.

Now the next thing you know, this guy shows up

as a consultant to the DOD.

He got fat on the Reagan buildup but then got blown

out the back door during that procurement scandal

back in '87.

Somehow, along the way, he got enough cash

to buy into Aero Point.

Looks like they were doing really well

until Gorbachev pulled the curtain

and the gravy train stopped.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

Except his parole officer wasn't fooled

by the old-time religion.

Says here, he's a borderline sociopath.

You can color him dangerous.

- Thank you, Uncle.

- Darrel didn't drink.

- Just telling you what forensics said

when they hit the scene.

They found a half empty bottle of gin on the floor

of the car.

- Damn it!

We had the bolts!

With Darrel's testimony, it might've been enough

to nail Bishop.

- Take some advice from an expert.

Don't second guess yourself.

- Never should've asked him to take those records.

- We all know who asked him.

Besides, Darrel made his own decision.

- Like we gave him a lot of choice.

- Pretty soon, you'll be the one

who forced him off the road, Hillary.

- I have every right to feel responsible!

Not just to Darrel, but to Susan Cudahy

and all those other women who put their faith in me.

I made them a promise and I failed them.

- None of this is gonna help us get Bishop.

- Are you serious?

It's over with Bishop.

Ten to one, he's at a shredding machine,

running all night.

A search warrant would be useless to us right now.

- She's right, Michael.

- Wait a minute.

Who's your contact at DEA?

- Raviera.

Why?

- I want you to call him.

Find out if they've seized any aircraft

in the Medellin Cartel in the past few weeks.

- What the hell for?

- I'll tell you later.

- [Frank] What are you doing?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Yeah, Pop.

(foreign language)

- [Pop] How is the job going?

- Yeah, the job's good.

Frank McPike's being a pain in the butt,

but what else is new?

Look, I have a question for you.

All those years you were servicing Guzman's planes

for Aerolib.

You ever buy parts from a company called Aero Point?

- [Pop] Aero Point?

Absolutely.

- You did?

All right.

Now, look, I need something.

You ready?

Please, take this down.

(foreign language)

- This is stunt work, Santana.

I hate hot dogging.

- You have any better ideas?

- Not at the moment.

- The fax come in for my father?

- Yeah.

- You got the search warrant?

- Right here.

You need anything else?

- Just the fax, man.

Only the fax.

Five minutes then you hit the ground running, got it?

- You be careful, Michael.

- Who the hell are you?

- Frosty the Snowman.

- Michael Santana.

- Recognize the company name?

- Aerolib?

Yeah.

- Belonged to a mono guzman

before he stepped off from the money laundering deal.

- Well, after Senor Guzman was forced to step down,

he handed the airline over to me.

- I'm sure you're headed some place with all of this.

- Last year, my company bought 300k worth of parts

from this chop shop you're running.

- You and a thousand other people.

- Yeah, well, the difference is

I lease my aircrafts to some influential clients.

Men whose business it is to move certain pharmaceuticals

around the Caribbean basin, got it?

- Get Axel in here.

- Two weeks ago, one of my turbo jets did a nosedive

off Bermuda.

They spilled 40,000 pounds of Bolivian marching powder

into St. George's reef.

- What's that got to do with me?

- The fuel pump I ordered from this skunk works of yours

was supposed to have stainless steel pistons.

You sold me chrome plate.

Now, my clients are listening to some ugly rumors.

Some people are saying

that I ditched the plane intentionally.

That I'm doing boy scout work for the feds

to beat prison.

- What the hell do you want with me, man?

- Something you're not used to selling.

The truth.

You see, I deal in surplus too.

- What are you talking about?

- I want your customers.

I need to show my brothers in Bogota

where the bogus parts have come from.

- I can't do that.

- No?

- You're crazy.

- Hey!

What's that in his hand, boss?

- Fool, put the gun down!

- You have any idea what a room looks like

after a percussion grenade goes off?

- You let go, you'll die too.

- A gentler fate than the one my Colombian brothers

have in store for me.

Now you decide.

- All right.

Give him the disk.

- But, Boss, after all we did to get the

- Give it to him!

- Don't move!

John Bishop, we have a warrant for your arrest.

Oh, look who we have here.

Michael Santana of Drugs 'R Us.

Cuff 'em both.

Okay, once more for the record.

You say you never met Darrel Jenkins.

- That's right.

- You've been at Aero Point for what?

Five years?

- Yeah.

- Five years.

Five years with a company that has less than 75 employees,

and you never laid eyes on the guy.

- Hey, look, I'm not that good with faces, all right?

- Mr. McPike, if you're quite finished,

my client's been over this at least half a dozen times.

- Half a dozen times.

- At least.

- Thank you.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll change my line of questioning.

Axel, you smoke?

- Do I smoke?

What's that got to do with

- Listen, I know it's a filthy habit,

but it's not yet a capital crime.

Just answer it.

Do you smoke?

- I don't, but my

- But your boss does?

- I don't know.

- To Axel, for five years of loyal service,

Best, Jack Bishop.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Chambers, but I'm afraid you've failed

to establish any proximate cause

between the alleged defective bolts

and the Sea Warrior crashes.

I'll allow for the fraud counts,

but I'm afraid you have no case for manslaughter here.

- No.

That can't be.

- With all due respect, Your Honor,

we would argue that the issue of proximate cause

is one of fact for a jury to decide.

- The ruling stands, Mr. Chambers.

Bail will be set at $100,000.

- That's outrageous!

'Cause that man killed our husbands

and you're letting him go!

- I'll have to ask you to be quiet, ma'am.

Now this may seem like an injustice to you,

but right now, all the government's been able

to prove is that Mr. Bishop may be guilty

of a white collar crime.

- So much for your justice.

- We have a confession.

- Your Honor, the FBI has just developed

some important new evidence, linking Mr. Bishop

to the murder of one of his employees.

- Front and center, gentlemen.

What the hell is this about?

- It's about homicide, Your Honor.

We believe this man was murdered.

He was on his way to meet federal investigators.

He had evidence against the defendant.

- Mr. Bishop was aware of the death, Your Honor.

An alcohol related traffic death.

He sent money and flowers to the victim's family.

- And he also sent the man who killed him.

This lighter was found in the burnt out wreck

along with the victim's body.

You can just make out the inscription.

- Just circumstantial.

- Yeah, except we got a witness.

- The government calls Axel Whitnow.

- No.

You son of a

- All right, quiet.

I said quiet.

This court now has probable cause to believe

that the defendant may be implicated

in a conspiracy involving intent to kill, murder.

You're order and bound over to the grand jury

and held without bail.

Restand and recess.

- I just want you to know that my husband died

in that crash two weeks ago.

These are his children.

- I didn't have anything to do with it.

- No!

You're gonna listen to me, and you're gonna listen good.

Thomas Bryant Cudahy strapped himself

into that helicopter to serve and protect people like you.

And you let him die.

You let the husbands of those other women die too.

And for what?

For a few dollars' profit.

What was it worth to you, Bishop?

Huh?

What was it worth?

- Congratulations.

- You know, it's funny.

If I hadn't been in your office that day,

I never would have had this chance.

- I wanted to talk to you about the other day.

I made a mistake, darling.

- You were in a difficult position.

- No.

I put my responsibility to the firm

before my responsibility to the law.

I was wrong.

- It's all right, Mother, I understand.

- I wish your father could have seen

what happened in that court today.

- I know.

Me too.

- Just don't get hurt.

- If only we had laws to protect us from ourselves.

Mom.

- [Receptionist] US attorney's office.

Southern district.

May I help you?

One moment please.

- Oh, Ms. Stein, hi.

Did you see page one of this morning's Times?

- Yeah, yeah, it looks like that snowstorm

from Canada is really on its way here, huh?

- The right column.

The relevant stuff.

The rest of Jack Bishop

could have far reaching repercussions.

US attorney, Winston Chambers, believes

that Mr. Bishop is just one of dozens

of counterfeit parts dealers nationwide.

He called on Congress to

- Stop blubbering and just ask her.

- Ask me what?

- Well, Hillary, it's obvious that you and Frank

made this case.

With some assistance from Zorro here.

Anyway, Hillary, I would be a fool to let you get away.

Top flight criminal prosecutors are very hard to come by.

And you've already had five years' experience

with the justice department.

- Spit it out, man.

- I'd like you to join the team.

- Yes.

Yeah, all right, I'm in.

- Wonderful.

- When do I get to meet Uncle Bill?

- Due time, Ms. Stein, due time.

Congratulations.

- I realize that you and I got off to a shaky start.

I'd just like to let you know that,

as far as I'm concerned, you're here to stay.

- Thanks, Winny, coming from you,

that's a real comfort.

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