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- [Etta Jones
singing] ♪ oh, yes,
fools rush in ♪

♪ where wise men
never go ♪

♪ but wise men
never fall in love ♪

♪ so how are they to know ♪

♪ When we met

♪ I felt my life begin ♪

♪ so open up your heart ♪

♪ and let this fool rush in ♪

- For us, buying U.S. safety
stock was just good
investment strategy.

Nobody ever handed us
any inside information.

- Mr. Richardson.

- Is this a good time
to break for lunch, your honor?

- Where's Mr. Macalister,
your superior?

- Uh...

Called away your honor
on--on an emergency.

It was unexpected.

- And you. How do you
pronounce your name?

- Uh, it's Brno,
your--

Brno, your honor.

- Do you plan to cross-examine
Mr. Tierney when we
get back from lunch

and Mr. Richardson
finishes up?

- I'm considering that,
your honor.

- Ever cross-examined
a witness before, Mr. Bruno?

- No, your honor.

- Jed, give him back that
water pitcher, will you?
He's gonna need it.

Dry mouth.

[Courtroom chuckling]

- All rise.

- Yes.

- Tierney just welched
on the deal. He won't
admit the wiretapping.

- Who's in the courtroom?

- What, do you mean
the dozen lawyers for
the other defendants?

- No, no, no, no.

- The 20 or 30 reporters.

- You know what you lack?

- Uh...

Brains?

- I'm talking about
something important.

- Ability, experience...

- Christ, you people
don't get it.

Reputation.
You need a rep.

How can you ever be
a great trial lawyer

when no one's ever
heard of you?

- I haven't been doing this
for too long.

- When I was your age,
I'd already tried
high-profile cases.

Got lots of press.

That's what you need.
People see your name
in the paper.

You don't have to be good.

You just have to make people
think you're good.

-You understand,
with Mac in Miami,

I'm the only lawyer
from the firm who's
in that courtroom.

- You consider
yourself understaffed.

- No. I can handle it.

- Why the fuck
are you wasting my time?

What's the wiretapper's name?

- Carl raffon.

- You want him in court?

- To face up Tierney?
Yeah, but he wouldn't come.

The deal was no subpoena.

- I'll have him there
after the lunch break.

[Claps hands]

- Mr. Bruno.

- Brno, your honor.

And I do have some questions
for Mr. Tierney, yes.

- Do try to keep
the lectern intact, son.

[Chuckling]

- Yes, your honor.

Ask the recorder to Mark
as U.S. safety exhibit 1
for identification.

May I approach
the witness, your honor?

- You may.

- An affidavit sworn to
by Mr. Carl raffon.

Mr. Tierney.

Do you personally know
Mr. Raffon?

- Do you mean have
I met with him?

I have no such recollection.

- Really? You don't recall
meeting him last February
and referring to him

as "a possibly useful fellow"?

- No.

- I ask the recorder to Mark
as U.S. safety exhibit 2
for identification.

[Recorder stamps exhibit]

Your honor?
- You may.

- Mr. Tierney.

Does that document
refresh your recollection?

- Uh, as it happens,
it does refresh
my recollection.

It seems
I did meet raffon.

And as I recall,

as it says here,

he worked on projects
for a lot of major companies

in addition to mine.

[Door opens]

- That's raffon.

- I want you to read
paragraphs 8 and 9
of the raffon affidavit

where he describes
a conversation with you.

Are those sworn
statements untrue?

- We covered this,
your honor.

Asked and answered.

Mr. Tierney's already said
he recalls no such conversation.

- That's not quite
what he said.

In all event,
I'm going to allow it.

You may answer,
Mr. Tierney.

Well, all right. There was
a conversation with raffon

about doing an investigation
of U.S. safety.

We were in litigation
with these people,

so naturally.

But if he tapped
anyone's wires,

I never authorized that.

He did that on his own.

He was way out
ahead of himself.

Is that it?

Can I go now?

- Stop here.

You've got to know
how it could go further.

You could lose it.

Mr. Tierney, had you personally
been told by a memorandum

that raffon's only
specialty was wiretapping?

And in fact he wasn't capable
of anything else?

- Mr. Richardson,
I want to see you
during the break.

Mr. Tierney, let me remind you
that you are under oath.

Read back the question.

- I'll repeat it, your honor.

Had you been told,
Mr. Tierney,

that raffon's only
specialty was wiretapping?

- Yes.

- So, for the U.S. safety job,

you personally hired
a known wiretapper?

- Yes.

- No further questions,
your honor.

- Who are you
and what do you want?

- A very small amount
of your time,

given the circumstances.

- ...that document
is not for publication.

- Can we get some comments,
just a word or two?

- Yeah, yeah, just--later.

Hey.

Careful of this guy.

- What about you?

- I'm real easy.

- Was raffon in court?

- You did that?
Braddock called you?

Thank you.

He's got your number,
right?

- I don't even
know this guy.

- You know, it was
a great first briefing,

but we got a lot more
to talk about,

so I'm gonna
have to see you again.

- Ok.

- You lucky son of a bitch.

That's the oldest
fuckin' trick in the book.

- Well, had I been able
to get you on the phone, Mac,

you might have put me in touch
with something more current.

- You did just fine.

Exercised the one authority
you always have.

- Not to fuck up.

- You got it.

[Sighs]

Just don't start
believing your own press.

- What?

You mean I'm not gonna be
made partner after only
2 years at the firm?

- Dream on, kid.

What do you know about
the storage of diesel oil?

- Uh, about what?

- We got a meeting
tomorrow morning.

U.S. safety bought
maritime company.

9 A.M.,
general rand's office.

- We?

- Seems some oil there
has gone missing.

$2.1 billion worth.

- That's yours.

- Biggest goddamn case
on the street, and I'm on it?

- Should I get someone else?
You're too busy?

- No, no, no. Mac.

- Huh? Huh?

- I think I can
squeeze it in.

- Ok.

- Yeah.

[Men shouting indistinctly]

[Bell rings]

- What do you say, fellas?
Still got a punch?

- Yeah.

- You sure beat the shit
out of the last U.S. attorney.

- Before or after
she took off her dress.

- Oh!

- We alone, sid?

- Yeah, man.

- What are you getting
from the bureau

about U.S. safety
diesel oil scam?

- The guy who did it--

- Sam Martini?

- He's talking...
Up to a point.

What he's telling us
is how he did it.

- That right?

How did he do it?

- Real simple.

Martini buys, say,
$10 million worth of oil,

takes it to a U.S. safety
warehouse operation.

Says, "please, sirs,
will you store my oil for me?"

Guy running this operation
name of Whitman poole says,
"sure. That's our business."

So poole gives Martini
a warehouse receipt for
$10 million worth of oil.

Martini then goes to the bank
and borrows $8 million

on the security of that
warehouse receipt.

Except that, in the dark of
night, Martini goes back to
the storage facility

and siphons all the oil
out of the tanks.

So now Martini's got
both the original oil

plus the $8 million in cash
which he then uses to buy
more oil, and...Guess what.

- He does it all over again,
but this time with $18 million
rather than 10.

Surprised he didn't corner
the market. How did they
catch him?

- Banks got nervous.

Sent their own inspectors in
to check out the oil tanks.

- Who backed him?

- Funny. That he's
not telling us.

- Had to be inside help.
Who gave it?

You questioned
everyone thoroughly?

- Short of physical torture.

- You getting fastidious?

Just kidding.

What about, uh...
Shaking the tree?

What tree?

- This is a mob job, sid.

You might talk to, uh...
Phil anwar.

- You want to signal a mob boss
that he's a suspect on this?

- We got something to lose?

Look, there's a wild card
in Phil's deck,

a junkie wife who left him
6 months ago.

Let's give him a reason
to shuffle some cards, ok?

- While we're
shaking the tree?

- What, you don't like
mixed metaphors?

- What's not to like?

- It's beautiful.

Better than a dekooning.

- A de-what?

- A famous painter,
but not in your league.

- Phil. There's some guy
named Sidney kline at the door,
wants to see you.

- Sidney kline?

U.S. attorney's office,

ray sancerre's main man,
head of the criminal division.

- What the fuck?

- Vito, the mouth.
- Sorry, boss.

I'll tell the guy
to piss off.

- On the contrary.
Show him in.

- You gonna talk to
the son of a bitch?

- I'm gonna listen, vito.
You listen, you learn.

Sometimes you learn more
than the other guy
thinks he's teaching.

You understand?

- Sure, boss.

- It's time for
music school, baby.

Nanny's waiting
to get you dressed.

Nanny!

Give me a kiss.

And a hug.
Mmmmm!

- Lovely place.

- What's up, sid?

- You know sal Martini?

- Man of the hour.
Never met the gentleman.

- Thought you might have.

Quite a scam he pulled off.

- Is that right?

- Put the Atlantic ocean
in the tanks in bayonne

where there was supposed
to have been diesel,

more than $2 billion worth.

- My, my!

- Bayonne and elsewhere,
up and down the east coast.

- This relates to me how?

- Martini, to get
himself started,

needed a knot of
10 million bucks.

Not the sort of capital
handed over unsecured through
a twice-convicted felon

by commercial banks.

- So who gave it to him?

- If you had anything
to back up that smirk,

I'd be looking at a subpoena
not your adorable face.

- What are you
telling me, Mac,

that I could be wiped out?

My family impoverished?

My company plunged
into bankruptcy

because I didn't crawl
on top of some fucking oil tank
in bayonne, New Jersey,

and stick my arm in
up to the pit?

- That's what
they're saying, general.

And you're not being charged
with simple negligence.

The claim against you,
the other directors,
and the company is fraud.

- Fraud! We didn't
defraud anybody.

We didn't know
a goddamn thing about it.

- Well, the defense of fraud
doesn't require an actual
intent to deceive.

You publish rosy financial
statements then recklessly
disregard the facts,

you have committed fraud.

And the fact you're charged
here with having recklessly
disregarded...

You were missing $2.1 billion
worth of oil.

- That is so goddamn unfair.

We had every conceivable
security check in place.

There wasn't one sign
of any trouble.

Mr. Whitman poole,
the business manager,

he reported to the board
every month.

- He's the guy the planners
are saying was reckless.

And if he was,
you get stuck with it

as a matter of law.

- These lawyers
who brought the lawsuit,

they don't know
a thing about it.

- Of course not. They read
an article in the newspaper,
they file a suit,

then they try to learn
something about it,

enough at least
to force a settlement
for the insurance money,

on which they feast,

while their purported
clients get pennies apiece.

- Ambulance chasers.

- No, no. What do you
call it in your field?

Strike suiters.

- Right. And you don't
want to pay them off,

you get the best lawyers
you can find,

hope for an honest judge
with a functioning brain

and take your chances
with a jury.

- And that's you?

Are you the best lawyer
I can find?

- If you want to try,
general,

we'll win the case for you.

- And Lancelot here,
what's his assignment?

- Second chair.

- You know, you did
a hell of a job last week

getting that sanctimonious
son of a bitch Tierney

to admit to
the wiretapping.

You saved my ass.

So, you know what I think?

You've joined
the warrior class.

This is yours.

- [Ahem]

My god. General,
I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

- Listen to me,
you warriors,

I want you to fight this case.

I will not settle with
these vipers, not for one penny.

I'll settle with the people
who got hurt holding the
warehouse receipts.

But with
the strike suiters...

Not for one cent.

- Ok.

- You were a little hard
on the plaintiff's lawyers
back there, weren't you?

Were we so totally honest?

I mean, that
prediction you made.

- What?

- What? "We will win
this case, general."

- Bit of showmanship.

Tell the client you'll win,
makes them easier to deal with.

And if you lose,
doesn't matter
what you told them.

You're never gonna
see them again anyway.

- Listen, Mac, I don't want
to seem ungrateful.

It's a great case
you're working, really.

Thanks for the assignment.

- Want to stop for a drink?

- Uh, no. It's just a little
early for me, but thanks.

- Bad career move.

- You gotta lighten up, kid.
You gotta lighten up.

Bless you, my son.

Thank you.

- You want me to try
to read all these before
the judge comes in?

- That pile of recyclable
horse shit?

Don't waste your time.

Keep your eye on him.

- Hi, Abe.

- Sidney.
- Good to see you.

- Is that Abe rosenkranz?

- The one and only.

- I do the work
for [indistinct].

[People speaking indistinctly]

- Is he making deals?

- Splitting the pie, baby.

Rolling out shares
of the fee.

I told you not to waste your
time with those affidavits.

- Hear ye! Hear ye!
All rise.

Supreme court of the state
of New York, New York county,
is now in session.

The honorable Mr. Justice
Jacob kaye presiding.

Draw near,
and ye shall be heard.

- Mr. Rosenkranz.

- Yes, your honor?

- I have here a considerable
quantity of paper.

- Oh, you may put it
aside, your honor.

- 22, no, 23 affidavits.

Each proclaiming the lawyer
who wrote it to be
the model of all men

and uniquely qualified to be
lead counsel in this action.

- All no doubt true.

- But you have arrived
at an accommodation.

- We have, your honor.

- In which you
will be lead counsel.

- I have that honor,
your honor.

And we will be filing
a new complaint within 3 weeks.

- This sounds
reasonable to me.

Defense counsel
wish to be heard?

- Not at this time,
your honor.

- All rise.

- Mac, let's talk.

- Mmm.

- Christ, nothing works
in this place anymore.

First the judges go,
then the toilets.

- You think anything
ever worked here?

- Well, you know...
You hear stories.

- Well, Mac, so, tell me,
what do you plan to do
with this case?

- Me? Why ask me?

It's your fucking case.
I didn't bring it.

- And I did,
so now you have it.

And where's the thanks?

- Ha!

- With defense lawyers
I don't like,

I give fair warning.

I'm never gonna sue
your clients again.

It scares them shitless!

Ha ha ha ha!

[Taps table]

Ok.

Seriously.

What are you gonna do
with the case?

- Try it, I expect.

- You're smarter
than that, Mac.

- I'm just a big dumb jock
from Texas.

- I wish.

Look, let me tell you
what we have here, ok?

- You're gonna show your hand?

- Now, what we have here
is a white shoe company
with its white shoe board

about to stand in front
of an immigrant jury.

Not to worry, right?

All your people did was issue
a ton of company paper--

a warehouse receipt
is as good as money--

to a real honorable guy,
sal Martini.

Fresh from the slammer.
Can you beat it?

Actually, you can.

Your people can and did.

Because who's the guy the
company gets to run the
warehousing business?

An Ivy league twit
named Whitman poole

who's recently been fired
from 2 other jobs.

It's poole who gives this
ex-con sal Martini

more than $2 billion worth
of company paper for
phantom barrels of oil.

Do you think a jury's not going
to think poole was reckless?

And that your board shouldn't
be held responsible for
letting him do it?

Hmm? Oh, Alec.

You'll appreciate this.

You won a case last week
by proving that a company ceo

hired a shithead
named Carl raffon?

I'm gonna win this case
the same way

on top of everything
else I've got,

because guess who U.S. safety
hired to check out
the security in bayonne?

You got it!
The same shithead!

Carl raffon!
Ha ha ha!

I love irony.
I really do. Ha ha ha!

- Know what I'm thinking?

- Probably.

- The guy running
the warehouse business.

What is it, that
Whitman poole.

He wasn't just stupid.
He was on the take.

- No shit. That's how
we win the case.

U.S. safety may be legally
responsible for the stupidity
of it's managers,

but not for their dishonesty.

- So, how do we do that?
Prove that poole was taking.

- Call Harvey grand.
Put him on 2 tracks right away.

- You've got your raffon,
the wiretapper,

and anybody around
sal Martini:

His lawyer, lawyer's
secretary, et cetera.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

[Telephone ringing]

- Hello. Alec Brno.

- All right, Alec.
Here's what's happening.

Carl raffon--there's probably
something there.

So far he's ducking me,
which means he's scared
and doesn't want to talk.

I'll stay on that of course.

- Uh-huh.

- The other guy.
Sal Martini's lawyer

is an individual
practitioner on Duane street

name of Aaron weinfield.

Aaron's totally disappeared.

His office manager, however,

a 24-year-old named
Annie Sullivan is
still around, if barely.

She's a dope fiend.

- Wait a second. The girl you
were with in court last week,
she's a drug addict?

- I'm outside her
building now,

a 3-family in queens.
Bayswater.

She, however, ain't here.

Guy who lives
upstairs from her

thinks she's staying
with a friend of hers.

Who this guy once dated.

Thelma rosbach.

Who lives at 1264
grand concourse in the Bronx.

- Ok, um, I'll meet you
up there.

- You could let it go
until the morning.

- Right. We've got
a potential key witness to
a $2 billion swindle

floating around the
drug pits of the city.

Who could o.D.
Or get killed any second

and you think we can wait.

- Ok, I'll pick you up.

- You know what,
on second thought,

you're on the outside
of queens.

- As if. What do you know
about where I am?

Grew up there, Harvey.
I'm on my way. You go home.

I'll call you if I get
anything, ok?

- Alec, I don't care
where you grew up.

You do not want to be
running around some
building in the Bronx

in the middle of the night.

Believe me.

You do not want to do this.
- Bye, Harvey.

- I order nothing.

- Speak up.

[Buzzer]

- Come in. It's open.

You a cop?

- Is that what I look like?

- Cops come in all
shapes and sizes,

like the devil.

- Well, um,
I'm neither, really.

I'm looking for Annie Sullivan.

- Oh, yeah?

You her date?

- No. I'm a lawyer.

I just want to talk to her.

It would be to her benefit.

- And yours.

I'm an accountant myself.

Also a professional person.

I work for a very
distinguished firm downtown.

- Oh, yeah?
Where's that?

- 125th street?

- Um...

Do you know
where Annie is?

- Oh, sure.

- Ok, where's that then?

- Ha ha ha!

- Ok. How much?

- How much you got?

I got bills to pay,
honey pie.

- Ha ha ha!

Uh...

- I'll tell you what.
- Yeah.

- You give me some money,
and you go down there.

Guy on the corner, flaco,
has my shit.

Now, you get him to come up,
and I tell you where Annie is.

Deal?

- You tell me where Annie is,
I give you the money.

You stick your head
out the window,

you get flaco,
or whomever you like.

- You want a blow job?

- No, thank you.

- Well, you look like
you need a blow job.

- Probably right, yeah.

- I like you.

I do it for 50.

Best you ever had
by an accountant.

- Rain check.

- You got a 20?

- You got the information?

- Ok.

- Come on, Thelma.
Stop screwing around.

Where is she?

- 115th and Lex.

- Building?
Street number?

It's across the street
from the projects.

A shooting gallery.

People will know.
- Thanks.

[Speaking indistinctly]

- You guys know where
the shooting gallery is?

- No. No.

- Hey ya, guapo.
Looking for somebody?

- As a matter of fact I am.
Perhaps you could help me.

- Sure can, sweet pea.

I'm the girl of your dreams.

- Ha!
- Ha ha!

- Ah, alas, tonight I really
must find this other woman.

- "Alas"? Ha ha!
"Alas"?

What we got here,
the Shakespeare of
the fucking project?

- Sorry about that.
- Don't be sorry, hon.

What we need around here
is more people saying "alas,"

but...you sure it's a woman
you want?

- A particular one, yeah,
in a shooting gallery.

- Uh-oh. You either a cop
or you're in some deep shit.

- I'm certainly not a cop.
- You got a wallet, honey?

- You'd like to see my wallet?

- I'd like to have
your wallet, but...

A peek will do for now.

Ah-ah-ah-ahh...

He's cool.

[Door closes]

- So, daddy, whatcha want?
This woman here?

This ain't no whore house?

- No. Ha ha. I'm look--

well, do you know a woman
by the name of Annie Sullivan?

- Why you want her for?

- Nothing bad.
It's good possibly,
to her advantage,

and right now I just
really need to talk to her.

- Uh! It's gonna cost.

Uh-uh. Not for this one.

- We've met.

In court last week.
You're Annie Sullivan.

I'm Alec Brno.
You probably don't remember.

- What are you doing here?

- It's, uh, it's a good story.

- I'll bet.

- Ok, i'm--I'm not here
to hurt you.

I'm a lawyer, and I
have to ask you about
the guy you worked for.

But you can tell me nothing
or what you want.

I won't use any of
the information against you,

and I will make sure
that no one else

uses the information
against you.

Christ, I'm throwing everything
at you at once.

I'm probably confusing the hell
out of you.

- You're doing fine.

- Ok. Can we talk?

- [Sniffs]

Here?

- You know...

Definitely not here.

Let's absolutely get out
of here.

Ok, come on.
Watch your step.

Come on.
Right here.

Would you like me
to take you home?

- Mine?
- Yeah.

No? Ok, well, my place, then.
Here we go.

- I may be high, but I can tell
you live in a basement.

- Ah...right. So,
you take the bed.

- Good idea.

[Telephone rings]

- Yeah.
- Just talked to Harvey.

You find her?

- [Sighs]

Yeah. And brought her here,
only she passed out

and has now flown.

- You took her to
your apartment?

- I didn't have much
of a choice, Mac.

- And you learned nothing
except that she's a junkie,

which we already knew.

- I practically just met her.

- I think we ought to let
Harvey take over from here.

- Why? Mac, come on,
no, no, no, no.

Just--you know what?
I'll find her again
and I'll talk to her, ok?

We have a...Rapport.

- You have a what?

Look, let me put this in context
for you.

What we have here is one of the
largest swindles in the history
of the world--

50,000 people
could lose their jobs.

Thousands more are
gonna get hurt,

and there is a girl out there,
a junkie

who may damn well be the answer
to the problem.

Now...you fuck this girl...
You fuck up the case.

You know what happens
you fuck up the case?

- Yeah, I got
a pretty good idea.

- Dog meat, kiddo.
You. Dog meat. Get it?

- Got it.
- Good.

- So it's you.

- Yeah. Huh.

- Well, come on, then,
if you're coming.

- Huh.

- Yeah. Hard to find
good help.

Coffee?
- Uh, yeah.

[Chair squeaking]

- It's preposterous
that I have that chair.

Black.

Ha ha.

Ok.

- All right.

Ahh...

- Um...

So...you, uh, you know a guy
named Whitman poole?

We have a case that turns on

whether or not this guy poole
was bribed.

If he was bribed,
I can win

for the company
that got ripped off.

Maybe I need a lawyer.

- Maybe you do.
-What about you?

- Ha! Well, uh...

If I were your lawyer,

you could tell me everything
you know in confidence.

Then I could figure out
whether there was a conflict.

But whatever you tell me
would be privileged,

and you own the privilege,

so I couldn't disclose
any of the information
without your consent,

so you'd be protected.

- Wow.

Lots to think about.

- Yeah, there is.

- The trouble is that it's
really hard to think right now.

- Ok, why is that?

- There's a guy coming by.

He's actually late already.

- What kind of guy?

- The kind of guy
who brings things.

- Oh. That kind of guy.

- Being judgmental?

[Knock on door]

Can I borrow $20?

- Uh...yeah.

- Hey.

- Whew...

[Door closes]

- Methadone.

- Why not get that
in a hospital,

get in a program?

Better yet, kick it all.
I could help you.

- Oh, yeah?
Why would you do that?

I'm a broken person?
You're gonna fix me?

- Don't.

- Why?

- I like you.

- Uh...not smart.

- Doesn't matter.

- So maybe you're not
on a white horse.

Ok, maybe this is darker.

Junkie girl,
there for the taking.

- Come on, is that
what you think?

- Ah, you're not denying it.

- All I know is i--
I like you.

I'm just saying it.

There's no plan here.
I just--

there is a plan,
and that would be against it.

- So maybe I like you, too.

But being a broken person,
unlike you,

I can't trust my feelings.

- You think I'm broken.

- Falling for junkie?
What do you think?

- Huh. Right.

- Hey, Annie.

- Hurry.

- Nice.

- You want us to represent
this woman?

- It's not such a crazy idea,
Mac.

- Current drug intake comes
to about 150-200 bucks a day.

She'll be on the street soon.

Hasn't paid rent in 4 months,

and her landlord already
has got a judgment
filed against her.

- This fits our client profile?

- Ok, but she won't talk to us
otherwise.

- There's another side to this--

Annie's husband,
Phil anwar,

grandson of Fred angiapello.

You may have heard
of this family, Mac.

- Mob family.

- Federal prosecutors have been
trying to break them up
for 30 years.

- And anwar is connected
to sal Martini.

- Only through his wife's
connection to Martini's lawyer,
Aaron weinfeld,

so far as we know.

- You're saying the entire
swindle is likely a mob job?

- So...

We're trying to prove
that the manager of
the warehousing operation,

Whitman poole, is on the payroll
of the mob.

There are a shitload
of witnesses,

including poole,
who'll swear he wasn't.

And we have 1 witness who in 5
minutes could blow every one of
those liars out of the water.

But she could o.D. Any minute.

Don't know, Harvey.

Don't think this
is a close one.

- So, um...My firm will
represent you

if that's what you still want.

- I don't care about that.

I have 2 things to tell you.

First is a gift from me to you.

- Ok.

- You say your case
depends on

whether a stuffed shirt asshole
name Whitman poole

was taking bribes?

4 times I delivered envelopes
to him from Aaron weinfeld.

- Did you really?
- Thought you'd like that one.

Huh.

- Ok, now, but do you know
what was in those envelopes?

- I typed what was
in those envelopes. Checks.

Each 250 large.

- Are you willing to say this
on a witness stand?

- It wouldn't be much of a gift
if I weren't, would it?

- Ah!
Do you know what this means?

Ah ha!

Ha.

- The other thing
I want to tell you is...

This afternoon, I'm checking
myself into a hospital.

I have a daughter, Alec.

I want her back.

When I'm clean.

I will fight for her.

- Ok.

- Ok.

Ok. Do you have any idea
what I'm saying here,

what's involved?

- Yeah, I do.
As a matter of fact, I...

I do. And you're just gonna have
to believe me on that one, ok?

- Ok.

I've got to get clean.

We're not gonna make it,
you and I,

if I'm not clean and sober.

- You're not gonna make it.

- Come on, Alex,
don't be slow.

- I got some bad news
for all of us.

A principal witness,
Whitman poole,

was supposed to report
to the board today.

The son of a bitch
has taken off.

He's fled.
He's out of the country.

- I wouldn't regard that
as bad news, general,

quite the contrary.

You know I think poole
was defrauding you.

- Yeah.

- If we can prove it,

that's the short answer
to ed rosencranz's case,

and the court sees flight
as an admission of guilt.

Besides, what you didn't want
to believe that I told you
on the phone,

we now have direct evidence
in the testimony of
Annie Sullivan

that poole was being paid off.

- Evidence of a mobster's wife
and a drug addict.

- I think we can count on her,
general,

if we need her.

- I sure hope so.

[Piano playing]

- So this is it, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Wow, not too much
on decor are--

hey. W-w--Annie.
Hey, hey. No, no, no.

Annie, no. We can't do this.

- Your roommate's gonna come in
at any moment.

You made a deal with her?

Annie, no, I can't do this.
You can't either.

It's not right.

- Sit down.

Sit down, Alec.

Just hold me.

- I--

hey.

Hello.

- I wish to hell you'd been able
to come pick me up.

- Uh, yeah, I know.
I'm sorry about that.

I couldn't get away.

- Anyway, there's nothing left,
not even a dish.

- What?

- You go to rehab,
the word travels the street.

The crackheads break in,
they steal everything.

- So, uh...
Come stay with me for a while.

- Alec...
You sure?

- Yeah. Just come.
We can talk about it.

- I don't know. I mean...

You don't even know half there
is to know about me.

- So you'll tell me
when I get there.

- Bug fucking stuff, Alec.

- And I'll be home at 7:00.

Just leave right now.
The front door's open, ok?

- Ok. Ok.

There's just 1 thing
I have to do first.

- Annie?

- Mommy!

- Oh.

- Rehab looks good on you,
sweetheart.

Well, I guess what you did...

Annie.
I keep tabs.

What do you think,
I'm not interested?

- Third in 2 years.

- Whatever it takes.

- Go play, honey.
I'll be right over.

- Go on, honey. It's ok.

- I--i can't be separated
from her any longer, Phil.

It's not human.

We at least have to share her.

- Come. Let's go in the house
and talk about it.

Come on.

Ha ha. Don't look
so frightened.

Come on. You want to
work something out or not?

- Jesus, who in the hell
did this?

- You ain't seen nothing.

Got to lie down.

I stood all the way
on the train.

Oh...

Oh.

- I think I need to take you
to the emergency room.

- No point.
He's a professional.

It's the 1 thing he's good at--
beating people up.

Maximum pain without
permanent injury.

Oh, when I checked
into the hospital,

I gave them your name
as the person to call

in case...

Bad mistake.

So this is what, jealousy?

- God. No. Huh.

A warning more like.

- To, what, not see me or...

- Not to talk to you about
the things I've already
talked to you about.

- Ok, let's get
the son of a bitch.

- What are you gonna do,
whack him with a subpoena?

- No. We're gonna put
the goon in prison.

- You don't stop a guy like Phil
with court papers

or prisons or police.
He's got a fucking army!

And he's got my daughter,
Sarah.

I need her back!

- Ok.

[Sobbing]

- Hey, listen to me
for a second. Listen.

The U.S. attorney's office
has been after this guy
and this mob for years.

All right?

We've got the evidence
that it takes to put him away.

- Right. Do you know the risk
if I give that to them?

Not only to me.

So you in for that, Alec?

You in for the whole thing
with me?

'Cause if you want out,
this is the time.

- I'm in.

- That's a beautiful bouquet.

- Thanks.

- That for someone special?

- Uh...is this your shop?

- I'm the guy whose wife
you're fucking.

Be stupid to run away.

What, you don't like me
talking to you on the street?

You're rather I visit you
at home...

Maybe drop by?

I could do that.

What do you want, to beat me up,
Phil, is that it, huh?

Or is it just women
you like punching in the face?

What's happening here?

You've convinced yourself
you're in love with her?

- You're jealous?

- Or maybe you're just
fucking her to get evidence.

- You finished?

- Just listen to me now.
Hard.

Right now, I've got no reason
to hurt you.

In fact, if Annie
really likes you,

keeping you breathing gives her
another reason to behave.

The thing is, Alec,
anytime I want you gone,

that's not a challenge for me,
you understand?

And her? All I need
to do is deliver a package.

She does herself.

'Cause that rehab's not gonna
last very long, now, is it?

- Annie. Annie?

Oh...

She's gone.

[Indistinct]

- You think? Mac will have
your ass for this.

Braddock, too.

Make partner? You'll be lucky
to keep your job.

What the fuck
are you thinking, Alec? Wha--

is this a rescue fantasy?

You're supposed to be smart.

- Harv--

hey.

You gonna help me find her
or what?

- I'll track her for you.

But you'll hear from her
before I find her
if she's still alive.

[Doorbell rings]

- Sorry.
Bit of a relapse.

Need a shower, darling,
rather desperately,

then we'll talk and you'll
tell me how angry you are.

- When did the drugs start?

- 12 or 13.

To get onto the slippery slope,

all I needed was a beer
at a party,

then booze, pot,
coke, pills.

The usual progression.

- I mean the heroin.
When did that start?

- The heroin was Phil...

But I wasn't exactly kicking
and screaming, you know.

Man. The first hit...

You think, wow, so this
is what I've been missing.

You think, I can control this.

Take it or leave it.

And then your life goes to 0.

Some people, a beer
or several drinks...

Afterwards, they can just...
Leave it alone.

But with addicts, there's
no more leave it alone.

We're on automatic pilot.

You're not taking this in!

- I understand about this--

- no, I don't think so!

Addicts will do anything
to get high.

I live to get high.

Everything I see
makes me want to use.

Even the face of your own...

Ah!

It's hopeless.

- What are the odds
on recovery?

- Well...

- I'd really like
a noble shit answer to that.

- She knows.
The numbers aren't good.

I can't be sure whether
she really wants to stop,

if it's taken enough
away from her yet.

- Ah, yeah, my daughter,
my pride, my self-esteem.

- There's always more to lose,
Annie.

That's the truth.

I'll leave you two
for a few minutes.

[Telephone buzzes]

- Judge Kelly calling
from Washington.

- I'll call him back.

Rand called me
last night at home.

Tried you first.

Apparently, he doesn't
have your m.O.

You've got to start laying off
the sauce, Mac.

Seems that no-goodnik
whit poole's returned.

Randall wanted to talk to him
alone this afternoon.

But the guy coming back

complicates the shit
out of our case.

[Intercom beeps]
- General rand
on the phone, judge.

- Marcus? You talking to poole,
that son of a bitch?

What's he saying?
Why'd he run?

- The shame was just too much
for the poor man,

being blamed
for being negligent,

and maybe I was, he says.

- How convenient for rosenkranz.

- But you have the means
to break down poole's story.

I mean the girl.
Annie Sullivan.

She's still working
with you, right?

- Uh, we're fine
with that, general.

Everything's ok.
Don't worry.

- Good.
[Click]

- Ah. She's in rehab. Ahem.
For at least another month.

- You have something
to do with this?

- Yes.

- Are you sleeping with it?

[Exhales] Fucking hell, Alec!
I told you!

- You got another witness that
can break down poole's story?

- Uh, maybe. Ahem.
Yeah, the wiretapper.

Raffon. You remember.

Up to now, he's been
refusing to talk.

- Well, you'd better get to him.

Now.

- Yes, sir.

- Alec.

By the time you got up there,
he could've flown the Coop.

Ha ha.
Carl, stay there.

We'll be up there in 2 minutes.

Whoa. [Laughs]

- [Laughs]

- Where you going, little man?

- We need your help, Carl.

- I'm not doing it, Harvey.

I'm really not
that fucking stupid.

- What are you afraid of, Carl?

- What do you think, genius?

- What do I think?

I think you're paid off
by the angiapellos

to look the other way.

That you know they funded
the martinis.

That you're scared
out of your head.
That's what I think.

What do you think, Carl?

That you can avoid having to
tell that story in a courtroom?

Not fucking likely.

- Now, what I can't understand

is how you kept from
telling the truth to the D.A.

- What are you getting, Carl?
Immunity, witness protection?

- I'm not talking about this.

- Working for them
doesn't stop you

from testifying for us,

and you want to deal with us.

You're gonna need
some serious cash.

- And that's where you come in.

- If you're wise, we do.

- To the tune of, say, what?

- That depends, doesn't it?
On who you can deliver.

- How about Phil anwar?

- With what evidence?

- He was there.
We met.

With poole.

But it was Phil
who was running it.

Poole, he just took orders.

- Who was it
you're working with?

- Ray sancerre.
U.S. attorney.

We met with poole, but it was
Phil who was running it.

Poole--[tape fast-forwards]

- Hi, darling.
I'm ok.

I got through in fine shape, but
don't come just yet, ok?

I just need a little more time.

[Indistinct] I love you lots

and I'll look forward
to seeing you.

God, I'll look forward to that.

- Yup.

- Mrs. Macalister called.

Should I transfer her?

- Please. Evelyn?

- Mac racked up his car
last night.

Drove it into a fucking tree
in the driveway of his fucking
golf club.

- Jesus. Is he--
- all right? No.

I'd say he's definitely
not all right.

They've just finished operating.

He'll live and he'll walk,

but not very well,
all the pieces together.

I had a lovely night, too,
thank you.

- Evelyn, I can't--i can't
tell you how sorry I am.

Should I come up there?
Is there anything I can do
for either of you?

- No, Alec, really.
I didn't mean to.

Look, I'm just so--we've got
to get Mac to stop drinking,
all of us.

Everyone who loves
the son of a bitch, or he's
gonna kill himself.

I mean, shit, 50 miles an hour
in the fucking driveway.

- Annie, you have a visitor.

- Who wants you back.

- Yeah, right.
I'm sure you do.

- No, I mean it.
New beginning.
Your terms.

Everything the way
you've always wanted it.

It's not as if I'm unaware
of the violence in me.

I'm told recognizing
the tendency

is the first step towards
controlling it.

I'm sorry for the past.

I'm getting help, love.
I need your help

and Sarah needs
her family together.

- Sarah needs her mother, Phil.
She needs time with me.

- Not under
the present circumstances.

Present circumstances are,
shall we say, unstable.

- What do you mean?

- You don't come back, love.

This guy you like so much,
this lawyer bastard.

You're gonna find him in a dump.

[Kiss]

Minus the back of his head.

It's just the way it is.

- Alec.
- Hey.

- You here for Annie?

- Yeah. She said she'd
meet me here at 3.

I guess she's running
a little late.

- She left.
This morning.

Guy said he was her husband.

- What?
- Paid her outstanding bill

she left of her own volition.
It certainly looked like it.

- Um...oh--yeah.
Ok. Yeah. Thanks.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Phil?
Shit. You're breaking up.

Let me, uh, move.
I'll get you back.

- Annie.

- This is not a good idea, Alec.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is this?

He hurt you again.
That son of a bitch.

- He'll kill you, Alec.
You understand?

Phil thinks nothing
of having someone killed.

- No. We're gonna
get a court order

and we'll swipe his ass in jail

if he comes within
20 feet of you.

- Court order? Please.

Go away, Alec.
You don't understand
the trouble you're making.

- We'll leave the city, ok?
Grab Sarah and we'll go.

Come on--I'll protect you.

Do you have any idea
what it does to me,
seeing you like this?

- Yes.

- Then what in the hell's
the goddamn point?

Anything's better than this.

You know the D.A.

- Quite well.
I'd happily call him,

but what is he going to do--

give you and your
girlfriend protection

24 hours a day, forever?

No. He'll say,
"get a court order

and call me if he violates it."

By which time
you won't need protection.

You'll be dead.

- So anybody who wants to
can just raise an army

and come after you,
even warn you

that they're gonna do it,
and there's absolutely

nothing you can do
to stop the violence.

- Civilization is a thin veneer,

and the system of justice
we have designed to preserve it

even thinner.

Ok, Alec.
You love this woman?

Leave her alone.

Then take her and her child
to some little town somewhere
and hide.

But that's not what
I want you to do.

What I want you to do is to try
this diesel oil case.

- Rand expects you to try it.

- Not anymore he doesn't.

Not after I told him you were
the choice, the firm's choice,

and not after I reminded him of
that courtroom miracle

you pulled off 6 months ago.

I never intended to try it.

So it's either Mac
from his hospital bed...Or you.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Uh...

Sorry. Excuse me.
Yeah.

- You still willing?

- Yeah. Absolutely.
Um...Sarah, too.

You're at the central park
west address

and I get a car.
We're leaving town.

- Alec...I'm not sure
I can travel.

- What happened?
- Just hurry.
Take a cab.

I'll wait downstairs.

Even my clothes hurt.

- Where are we going, mommy?

- Alec's house.
Alec is a friend of mine.

He's been wanting to meet you.

- Very nice to meet you, Sarah.

[Telephone ringing]

[Ringing]
Yeah.

- So, what's going on?

- [Exhales] I have them both
here--Annie and her daughter.

- Oh, my god.
- Can you get us a car?

- For tonight?

- No. Tomorrow morning.
- Why not tonight?

- She can't move.
- I'm coming over.

- Harvey, no, no, no, just--

we're gonna be fine, ok?
Just--the car, please?

Thanks.
[Hangs up telephone]

- How come you got
a sword on the wall?

Do you fight bad guys?

- Huh. Um...

Uh, yeah.

Something like that, yeah.

Um...do you want me to read you
a story or--

- curious George.

- [Inhales] I don't think I have
curious--hey, you know what?

I've got Peter rabbit.

Wouldn't you like that?

[Reading] Now, Mr. McGregor
was running after Peter

and he shouted, "stop, thief!"

- Again.

- Ha ha ha.
"Stop, thief!"

- Again.

- "Stop, thief!"
- Ha.

- [Exhales]

- Either of you wakes my child,

you will not walk unassisted
from this room.

Stand up.
Get out of bed. Out.

- No, Jesus.
I'm not wearing anything.

- Get the fuck out of this bed.
- [Screaming]

- You two are playing
by my rules now.

Rule number one:
Sarah comes with me.

No visitation, no weekends,
no court battles.

- [Gasp]
- You are out of her life.

- Rule number 2:
Nobody testifies.

You testify, you die.

You think about testifying,
you die.
You got it?

- Aah!
- Uhh!

- Answer the question.
- Ok!

- You?
- You sick fuck.

Uhh. Oh!

- [Indistinct] Now.
Don't you forget it.

Sweetheart, we'll go home.

- [Crying]

- Dad-dy.

- Bring her back.
This isn't over.

Oh, yeah.
Here. Thanks.

Aah.

Ok, look, we'll take it
in easy stages.

Stop somewhere outside
of Boston first.

- No. Let's go
all the way to Maine.

- You sure you can handle that?
All that time in the car?

- I'll be all right.

- Ok. All right, look.

Unless something happens,
I really think we're all right.

We can use raffon's testimony
to get the son of a bitch.

There's really no reason for you
to surface at all.

And I'll--I'll start
custody proceedings

as soon as I get back
to the city. What?

- Alec, you still think
you can fix everything
with court papers?

- I don't know, Annie.
You got a better idea?

- Yeah. Buy a gun.

How on earth did you
find this place?

- I'm the [indistinct]

- How many bedrooms?

- Ah. Yeah.
Let's go see.

- You can't leave me up here
all by myself.

- Looks beautiful,
though, right? Look.

At least nobody in New York
knows where it is.

Mm. Is that guy
buying a swordfish?

So the trip was easy enough,

so I don't think
it'll be a problem

coming up on the weekends.

Well...some weekends.

What--you don't like it?

- What's not to like?
No friends, no lover, no kid.

- No drugs?
- Yeah.

Reefers harbor.
No drugs.

- I bet he works 16 hours a day.

12 0f them, sometimes more,
dealing with the press.

- ...day at the moment.

When I know more, you'll be
the first ones to know.

Thank you very much. Alec.

Diesel oil, I assume, accounts

for the pleasure
of your company?

[Chuckles]
- Here you go, ray.

- Thank you. Ahh.

I hear you're about
to try that big case.

- A couple weeks from now, yeah.

- You want a coke?
Bottle of water?

- No. Ray.
It's fine. Really.

No, i--actually, the reason
I want to talk to you is

we have a common witness--
Carl raffon.

- I can't allow that, Alec.

- Really. Why is that?

- Bad timing. Sorry.

- You're not quite ready
to indict Phil anwar?

- [Chuckles]

You know I can't discuss that.

- Well, raffon for me
is a material witness,

so I think the judge
will allow the subpoena.

- I don't think raffon
will be around to be served.

- How's that?
- Man does seem to travel.

And Alec, without
my dispensation,

Carl does some serious time.

No freedom.
No license.

Hs life turns to total shit.

You think your offer
measures up?

- Ok, suppose just
speaking hypothetically,

raffon testified first
in my case.

- [Chuckles]

- What--what are you
worried about?

It might look to the press like

we were out ahead
of you guys or--

- come on, Alec.

- There's a better explanation?

This whole thing's not about PR?

- Careful.

I really hope you haven't been
taping this conversation.

[Click]
- Who was it
you're working with?

- Ray sancerre.
U.S. attorney.

[Clicks]

- Want to hear it again?

- I simply let sancerre
put out the press release

amd take the credit
for breaking the case.

You, my dear,
get to stay in Maine.

- I bought a gun.

- You what?

- I went into Portland
and bought a gun.

A rifle, with a box of ammo.

Like buying fruit
off a pushcart.
It was that easy.

- You know how
I feel about this.

- I'm the one
who's up here alone.

- The people whom guns hurt
are the people

who don't know how to use them,

the people who need protection.

- I've got nothing
but time, Alec.
I'll learn.

- I think this is a bad idea.

- Look. Phil's gonna
show up here.

That's not guesswork,
it's certainty.

He's gotta show us
he can find us,

show us we belong to him.

It's that primitive
with him, Alec,

and I can't live like that,
not anymore.

He comes for me, I'm gonna shoot
the son of a bitch, ok?

- What do you want--my blessing?

- No. I want you.
When are you coming up here?

- Uh, hold on.

- You working
through the weekend?

- Uh, yes, I am, yeah.

- You've been called up from
the minors, kid.

You fuck up on a high-profile
case like this,

you'll be dispensing jockstraps
in the locker room.

Understand?
- Yeah.

[Cell phone ringing]

Yeah.
- Raffon's been killed.

Found hanging on a hook

in a meat freezer
on James street.

Pick up the "daily news."
Front page.

- You need Anne Sullivan.
The secretary.

- You really think
the angiapellos

have run out of meat hooks.

- I have it covered.
Don't worry.

As it happens, I was at
a fundraising dinner last night

with U.S. attorney in Manhattan
ray sancerre.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. Wait.

You--you told sancerre
about Annie?

- Yeah. What's the matter?

- You should not be
disclosing facts

about our case, general,
without consulting me first

and sancerre should not be
talking to you about the case
without my being there.

- I have her best interests
in mind.

Ray is gonna put her in
a witness protection program,

which I'm told is damn good.

- Really. What do you suppose
Carl raffon thinks about that?

- Alec.

Think we need
another face-to-face.

- Kinda tied up, ray.
Trial starts a week from Monday.

- Annie Sullivan.
You--you know where she is?

- No.
- Well, you make the same deal--

you get to call her first
in your case.

- Fine. You find her,
I'll call her.

- Why is it I'm feeling you're
blowing smoke up my skirt?

- You ok?
- Fine, darling.
And you?

- Great. Um...Listen,

I want to ask you
to do something

you'll consider really weird.

- I don't know, baby.
I've got quite a range.

- Do you remember
that guy at the harbor

we saw buying the swordfish?

- [Man speaking
indistinctly over P.A.]

- Well, you got
what you asked for.

I've never seen anyone
so happy to sell and deliver

anything in my life.

[Kiss]

It's beautiful.
Quite an artistic conceit.

- Anything moves in that yard

and it breaks the plane of
fluorescence, and we see it.

It's better than relying on
lights whose wires can be cut.

- But why swordfish bones?

- Because of
the artistic conceit.

- And so I think
you'll find my client

suffered this grievous loss

because of the greed
of these defendants,

their indifference,
their cronyism,

their reckless departure
from the standard of care

that stockholders have a right
to expect from directors.

- Counsel.

- Diesel oil,
as I'm sure you know,

is stored in huge storage tanks.

Each tank has a door at the top.

Why? So you can open it up
and find out what's inside.

Now, you do this by sticking one
of these long Poles down there

to make sure there aren't any
false bottoms

and so that you can check,
when you pull the pole out,

to see what's on it.

The plaintiffs say that
it was reckless of us...

Not to have learned that
Martini filled these tanks

with salt water or with air
under false bottoms.

I say, ladies and gentlemen,
and I think you'll find...

We weren't that dumb.

It's perfectly simple
to discover

what was inside these tanks.

As I said, all you had to do

was stick one of these Poles
through the flap door.

But the very simplicity means

to prevent us from finding out
what was really inside,

Martini need the full
criminal collusion

of the manager of this business

to tell us there's oil in there
when there really wasn't.

The manager, who we were
entitled to trust,

in other words, we were
the victims of this fraud,

not the perpetrators,

and based on the law his honor
will give you
at the end of this trial...

We're no more blameworthy
than any other victim.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
I know you'll do your jobs.

- Mr. Rosenkranz, you may call
your first witness.

- Thank you, your honor.

The plaintiffs call
chief operating officer

of U.S. safety Brett creighton.

- Hey, Mac.
How you feeling?

- Living like a cloistered monk.
What do you think?

- Listen, when this is--
this is all over...

- Right. We got things
to say to each other.

- ...this news broadcast
for this urgent...
- I don't believe it.

- If you have any information

regarding the whereabouts
of this missing child,

please call
the hotline number immediately.

- Shit. It's a trick.

[Pressing buttons on telephone]

[Telephone ringing]

[Ringing]

[Ringing]

[Ringing]

[Ringing]

- If I've done
my arithmetic right,

the risk of loss to you
in the oil storage operation

was 500 time greater
than the anticipated gain?

Is that correct?

- With basic honesty
in operation--

- is the arithmetic correct?

- Thank you.
I got Alec on the phone.

Here's ray.

- You're in deep shit, Alec.

A witness you know
to be material

to a criminal investigation
and who was hiding from us

is living in
a house in Maine on which
guess who holds the lease?

- Where is she?
- Heading to the city,

but Alec, you know I could
prosecute you for this.

Obstruction of justice.

- What about you lying to her
through the media

about endangering her daughter?

- Standard procedure, but you
lying to us, that's illegal.

We're the government.

- All right.
Ray, stop screwing around.
What do you want?

- She says she's
not gonna help us

without talking
to her lawyer first.

- You're saying that
you'll prosecute me

if I don't sell out my client

by pushing her
to cooperate with you.

You want to put that
in writing, ray?

- Calm down, guy.
Do you want to see her?

FBI building. Tonight.

- I heard the newscast
and ran right to the phone.

I'm sorry.

- You had no choice.

Message like that to a mother,
it's the ultimate dirty trick.

- They want me to testify
to a grand jury

and to testify in your case.

What should I do?

- The grand jury...You might not
have a choice about.

Not a good one, anyway.

Annie...can you nail Phil?

Are you sure, because if not,

there's no way
I'm letting you testify.

- No. I can nail him.

- Ok, let's put Phil
in prison...

Go into
witness protection together...

And get lost
in america somewhere.

[Door opens]

- Deal.

- When you retained Mr. Raffon

to ensure the integrity
of your procedures,

did you check his references?

- You know, I didn't.
Obviously, I should have.
Ha ha.

Really kick myself about that
and I have no real excuse.

- Part of raffon's retainer
was to keep a running check

on the quantity of oil
in the tanks.

- That's right.

- Did you or your staff
keep tabs on what he was doing?

- Afraid not.

- Why not?

- You know, I've asked
myself that a million times.

Once more, there is
just no excuse.

But it did teach me
a great lesson.

In my new job, I'll never be
that careless.

- No further questions
of this witness, your honor.

- I have some cross-examination,
your honor.

- You may proceed.

- Are you named a defendant
in this case, Mr. Poole?

- No. I'm not.

- U.S. safety and its directors

are being sued, in effect,
for your alleged recklessness.

Do you have any idea
why you're not being sued

for your alleged recklessness?

- Because I don't
have any money?

- [Laughter]

- Really? Not at all.

- Not a farthing.

- Did Mr. Rosenkranz
work with you beforehand

on the testimony you have today?

- We met.

- Did Mr. Rosenkranz tell you

how useful it would be
to his case

if you testified that
you considered yourself

to have been reckless,

and that he would bring no
action against you if you did?

- I don't remember.

- He might have said
something like that?

- He might have.

- Where do you work now?

- I run an amusement park
in Florida.

- Who owns it, Mr. Poole?

- It's an llc.

- And who's
the principal partner?

- I'm not sure I know.

- Would it surprise you
to learn that

his name is angiapello?

- No, but few things
surprise me.

- I'll bet.
No further questions,
your honor.

- Mr. Rosenkranz.

- No redirect, your honor.

The plaintiffs rest their case.

- You may step down, Mr. Poole.

Counsel.

- Defendants call
miss Anne Sullivan.

- Your honor, may we approach?

The first I heard of this
witness was last night.

We've had no time to depose her,
investigate her.

I have no idea who she is

except for
the limited information

given to me last night
by opposing counsel.

- She's the key
government witness

in a criminal case
against racketeering

about to be filed in the state.

We could not have
called her without

a witness protection deal
from the government

that we got last night.

And, of course, Mr. Rosenkranz
has already called

2 witnesses without
prior notice to us.

- [Indistinct] A, do you feel
you need more time

after she finishes direct,

I'll consider giving her
a recess for a couple of days.

- Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you god?

- I do.

- Can you state your full name
for the record, please?

- Anne Laurie Sullivan.
My married name is anwar,

but I've been separated from
my husband for almost a year

and I'm seeking a divorce.

- Could you tell us
what was your last job?

- Office manager for a lawyer
named Aaron weinfield.

- How long did you work
for Mr. Weinfield?

- Almost 2 years.

- I think there is
something else

that the jury should know.

Would you tell them, please,
of your relationship with me?

- I...we love each other.

We plan to be married
as soon was we can.

- [Murmuring]

- Have you ever met a man
named Whitman poole?

- Oh, yes.
4 times.

- Can you identify him?

- He's right here,
in the first row.

Man with the pink shirt.

- Please describe
the circumstances

in which you first met
Mr. Poole.

- I delivered an envelope to him
from Aaron weinfield

about 2 years ago.

- Did you have any conversation
with Mr. Poole at that time?

- Sort of.
When I handed him the envelope,

he asked me if I knew
what was inside it.

- And what did you tell him?
And as a matter of fact,

why don't you simply describe
the rest of the conversation?

- Ok. I said of course
I knew what was inside.

I typed the damn thing.

Then he said, "you're
Phil anwar's wife, aren't you?"

I said I was, and he said,

"you'll be the eyes
on this, then."

I think he had some idea Aaron
might be trying to cheat him,

and I'd be available
to tell Phil.

Anyhow, he seemed
extremely pleased

that the amount was right,
and he said,

"this baby's going right into
a Swiss bank account."

- What was the amount
of the check?

- $250,000.

- [Murmuring]

- And you made
additional deliveries

of other checks to Mr. Poole?

- Yes. 3 more.

- The 4 totaling...

- $1 million.

- [Murmuring]

- Before Mr. Weinfield
made out the checks,

did he receive any funds
to cover them?

- Oh, yes.

- From whom?

- From companies owned
by Phil anwar.

- Who is a member
of the angiapello family?

- Yes. He's the current boss.

- Did Mr. Weinfield
ever tell you

why these checks were being
given to Mr. Poole?

- Objection.
- [Murmuring]

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Oh!

[Telephone ringing]

- Yeah.

- Congratulations.

- [Exhales] Thank you.

Congratulations to you, too.

Uhh. Although...
Once poole bolted,

it would've taken an idiot
to lose that case.

- Alec.

- Yeah.

- Turn on the news.
They've given Phil a deal.

He gets 3 weeks of Liberty
before going up.

You got a car?
- Uh, no.

- I'll be over there
in 20 minutes.

You better take mine.
- Yeah, ok.
[Telephone ringing]

- Yeah.

- Got some bad news, Alec.

- Richard Bailey.
That's what's happening

here at the courthouse.

Back to you
at the news desk, Jackie.

- Can you believe it? [Scoffs]

They're giving Phil 3 weeks

to put his affairs in order.

His affairs.
They're putting him in prison

for his fucking affairs,

but first they're
giving the bastard 3 weeks

to make sure he can continue
to run them from his cell.

I mean, where the hell
are we--bedlam?

- Listen to me for a second.

It's worse than you know.
Ray just told me.

Um...you don't qualify for
the witness protection program.

Because the government doesn't
need you to testify.

Why? Because...Testimony
that you gave in my case

scared Phil's lawyers
into making the deal

that ray wanted from the outset.

In other words, [indistinct]

Phil pays millions of bucks.

Biggest fine in the history
of that office.

Ray gets all the credit and you
get the equivalent of nothing.

One FBI guy for a couple
of weeks.

- Where are we going?

- Your own
witness protection program.

- You mean what?
- Exactly what it sounds like.

- What about Sarah?

- Annie, I swear to you, as soon
as Phil goes to prison, we'll...

- I'm not doing this.
I'm going to Maine.

- Phil knows where
that house is.
By now he knows.

- Exactly. That's my point.

- And you're gonna what?
You're gonna--
you're gonna stand there

and you're gonna wait for him
with your rifle?

Annie, that's absolutely crazy.

- Crazy? 6 years with Phil,
that's plenty of crazy.

Now it's my turn.
I'm giving it back.

- You know what?
Ok, fine.

You know what? Fine!
Fine. Just go.

Go. Get yourself killed.

- I'm already dead.

You think being tortured
and humiliated is living.

You think running is living.
Being deprived of my child.

Your wonderful system does not
protect me, Alec.

There's nothing to protect me.

That's what we're down to.
That's what I keep telling you.

Face it.
It's that fucking primitive.

[Sniffles]

- Ok.

I'm not gonna let you
do this alone.

- Then come with me.

- Harvey.

- Alec. Annie.

- Hey, thanks for coming.

You know, you really
didn't have to.

- How else am I gonna get
my Cadillac back to the city?

- Ha ha. Right.

Well, it's parked outside, so,
you driving back now or...

Stay with us for the weekend?

- Oh, I'm staying.

Ha ha ha.

- Not a wise choice,
but a welcome one.

- Larry.

- I'm on tonight.

I'll be right outside.

- Ok.

Larry stahl. FBI.

They send one guy.
It's ridiculous.

- Larry, how'd you like
a thermos of coffee?

- No, thanks, ma'am.
I'm just fine.

- The feds say it's unlikely
Phil's coming.

- [Scoffs]

- I believe them.

Phil's not that stupid.
It's too conspicuous.

- I can see Phil using that
argument "I'm not that stupid"

and claiming he never came here,

but for him to actually leave us
alone after threatening us,

after my testimony sends him up?

I don't think so.

I'm tired of running.

[Creaking]

- [Exhales] Honey.
Honey.

How did you get here?

- Daddy brought me.

[Gunshot]

- Ok, let's play
a game, sweetheart.

You remember in the book
when curious George

played hide and seek with
the man in a yellow hat

that was like his daddy?

So that's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna hide from daddy.

Go hide, baby.

And it's very important.
Find a good spot,

and whatever you do,
wait for mommy to come get you.

- Hey. Ok, hey, listen to me.
Are you ready?

Ok.

- [Gasp]

[Rustling]

- Come on.

[Gunshots]

- Does Harvey have
a gun with him?

- I don't think so.
[Indistinct]

- Never aim for the head.

It's a fool's play.
Too easy to miss.

- Thing is, I got
2 hands on this rifle

and a damn fine sight.

You--one hand on a handgun.

- Annie, honey, go on back
to the house for Sarah.

I finish here, I come
take both of you home.

- What I'm looking at, Phil,
is your finger.

I see it so much as twitch,

my gun locked right on
your forehead goes off.

You like the odds,
you take them.

- You got something to say
I might want to listen to?

- Yeah. We'll put the guns down.
How about that?

And I either kill you
with my bare hands
or you kill me.

- Are you really that stupid?

- We put the guns down
nice and slow.

We release our grips
and raise our hands.

- You think you're stabbing me
with one of these--

what are these--swordfish bones?

- Whatever works.

- Jesus Christ, you are
that fucking stupid.

- What I said was,
we put the guns down,

then we can use
anything we can find.

- All right, asshole.

Aah!

[Both grunting]

[Sirens wailing in the distance]

[Sirens getting closer]

[Sirens stop]

- [Sobbing]

- ...radio 190, 2-10-1 1.
2-0 radio 190, 2-10-1...

- He's about 75 yards
out in the woods that way.

- Hey, kid.
You looking for me?

- [Exhales]

Ha ha ha.

How in the hell did you get that
through airport security?

- I didn't.
You brought it up for me, dummy.

In my Cadillac.

- Is this yours?

- Yeah, that's mine.

- Given to him
by general Marcus rand,

the ceo of U.S. safety.

- Damn fortunate.

3 feet longer than the knife
still in the other guy's hand.

Went right through
his bulletproof vest.

- Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

[Sniffles]

- We won, mommy.

- Yes, we did, sweetie.
- ♪ oh, yes, fools rush in

- yes, we did.

♪ Where wise men never go ♪

♪ but wise men
never fall in love ♪

♪ so how are they to know

[children shouting indistinctly]

♪ When we met,
I felt my life begin ♪

♪ so open up your heart
and let this fool rush in ♪

♪ How does it feel
to have wings ♪

♪ over water ♪

♪ wings over water
and miles from the sand ♪

♪ what will you do
with the sky ♪

♪ now that you own her ♪

♪ wings over water
and nowhere to land ♪

♪ fly high

♪ circle back if you can ♪

♪ far below,
you'll see the ground ♪

♪ recede beneath your span ♪

♪ the dark sky was nowhere
in your plans ♪

♪ wings over water
and nowhere to land ♪

♪ now it's the lift
of the wind ♪

♪ that will own you ♪

♪ though you may lean
to the ships in the sand ♪

♪ oh, what do you do
with the sky ♪

♪ now that she owns you ♪

♪ wings over water
and nowhere to land ♪

♪ fly high

♪ circle back if you can ♪

♪ far below,
you see the ground ♪

♪ recede beneath your span ♪

♪ the dark sky was nowhere
in your plans ♪

♪ wings over water
and nowhere to land ♪

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Spent a lot of time
looking for me in your eyes ♪

♪ spent a lot of nights sleeping
on the end of our bed ♪

♪ then I realize that
this time, time won't die ♪

♪ people like myself
don't compromise this well ♪

♪ and I won't fall off
the edge of the earth ♪

♪ I won't let go so easily ♪

♪ I won't fall off
the edge of the earth ♪

♪ next time that lucky penny
that you find will be me ♪

♪ now, I won't fall off
the edge of the earth ♪

♪ I won't let go so easily ♪

♪ gonna hold on
for all that is worth ♪

♪ next time that lucky penny
that you find will be me ♪

♪ next time that lucky penny
that you find will be me ♪