All language subtitles for Law and order S09E20 - Empire

In the criminal justice system

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

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Don't be a drag,
Brooke darling,
some amaretto soufflé,

a little Vin Santo,
and then you and whoever,
can do whatever.

Ciao.
Ciao, Massimo.

Stai.
We really shouldn't,

but then we thought
well, maybe just
a little dessertio?

Tonight I'm going to bed
with a Frenchman. Proust.

I'm sure you read
his Cliff Notes at Vassar.

I know who Proust is.

He invented
that cookie, right?

Oh!
Signor Sanderson.

Please... Doctor...
Sì.

Yes, a doctor. please uh,
is there a doctor? Please.

Signor Sanderson.
No, no, no, no, no.

What happened to him?

He was short of breath.
Witness thought
he was choking.

I had an uncle once,
croaked on a piece of steak
in a Blarney Stone.

Hey, where you going?

Gentlemen, please.

Signor Sanderson
did not die from anything
he ate in my place.

Eh, please. Wonderful man.

Kept a townhouse
right next door.

Always ate here whenever
he stayed in town.

Capisci? You know?

We'll pump his stomach.
It'll give you the whole menu
of his last meal.

Thanks a lot.

But offhand, I'd say this guy
had a garden variety coronary.

Tried to dial 911,
couldn't hack it.

So he staggered outside
for help, so?

Well, they say a heart attack,
you can't see straight.

You can't think straight.

Look at this.

Beautiful wife,
beautiful kids.

Beautiful sailboat.

Well, maybe not thinking
straight got him in this jam
in the first place.

Looks like he got
something straight.

It's just so weird.

You put the kids to bed.

You take a long bath,
thinking how glad you are now
that spring is finally here

and then you get

that phone call.

And everything seems
dreamlike after that.
It's just weird.

What about your husband's
routine, ma'am?

I always dropped him off
at the station early on my way
to work out at the gym.

Was it unusual for him
to stay here alone?

No, not at all.

That's what it's here for.
If he had business dinner,

or there was a snowstorm.
It was a godsend.

Often we'd make
a night of it, after a party.

So, you kept some things here,
changes of clothing
and so forth?

Yes, a few things.

These, for instance?

La Fica on Park Avenue,
I have drawers full.

Left ventricle showed
some signs of scarring,

probably from
a previous infarction

and there was a small clot
in the aorta.

Sexual activity?

Nothing obvious.

No carpet burns,
no protruding flashlights.

Dried semen?

Well, the guy's skin
was still damp and lubricious.

He'd just got
out of the shower.

Look, if you're asking,
did he die in the saddle,
I'd say doubtful.

Although sex wasn't
too far out of the picture.

Oh?

Viagra. Thousand
milligrams in his blood.

Ingested orally, maybe an hour
before the big one hit him.

So, what'd he do, overdose?

I mean, the stuff's as safe
as oysters, right?

It's the speediest approval
in FDA history.

Those old farts couldn't wait
to get their own hands on it.

So the guy's
a pinstriped commuter,

right out of
John Cheever country

but when he
gets to the city...

And just a couple of cocktail
glasses rinsed and put away,

no forced entry,
no rough stuff.

There was Viagra in his blood,

but no trace of it
in the apartment,
no prescription.

Nothing but a stray pair
of panties, which the wife
insists are hers.

So what are we going on here?

Man's intuition.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, after a certain age,
there's two things a guy has
he doesn't want to screw up.

Uh, his golf swing
and the remote control?

His heart, and his,
you know, plumbing.

I mean, you're careful,
unless you're just plain
stupid.

His cardiologist warn him?

Plus his GP in Scarsdale.

They both told him
taking Viagra with
his condition was suicidal.

So maybe somebody
slipped it to him.

No, there's not much here,

except for about a half
a rainforest worth
of mahogany.

Mr. Sanderson liked
to keep his dealings
in his head.

Well, that'll make it hard
to pick up the pieces,
won't it?

We'll manage.

So, Mr. Hughes,

what is it exactly
that you do, in simple terms?

We provide expertise
during takeovers, for example,
we help with the funding.

We also, of course,
issue bond analysis.

You mean like,
Borough of Queens municipal
upgraded to Triple A.

Not that high,
but yes, that's us.

8:00pm fundraiser,
Make a Hoop Foundation.
What's that?

Mr. Sanderson had
a lot of charities.

But only one,
the night that he died.

You got a location?

The Spector tower.

He was Mr. Spector's guest

at a thousand dollar
a plate dinner
for underprivileged kids.

But the real point
of the evening

was to unveil the model
of the new stadium complex.

Oh, yeah,
the new Spector stadium.

The one that's going
to displace 10,000
underprivileged kids.

That's one point of view.

Did he have a date
for the evening,
do you know?

Mr. Sanderson's date
for the evening was
his closest friend,

Mr. Spector. Gentlemen.

Sorry, gentlemen, the Nikkei
closed down 550 yesterday,

or is it tomorrow.
I always get it mixed up.

Anyway, they're freaking out
over the yen taking
another pounding.

Something to drink?

No, thanks.

Ah.

You're here about
Gil Sanderson.

Why do you assume that,
Mr. Spector?

Well, it's a terrible loss
for the city that he
served so well,

and a terrible, terrible
personal loss for me.

We're homicide detectives,
Mr. Spector, not reporters.

And I'm a big fan
of the department.

And I appreciate
your directness.

So, what do you need to know?

Mr. Sanderson sat
at your table
at the fundraiser,

is that correct?
Yes, that's correct.

Did you notice anything
unusual or anyone,
out of the ordinary?

No, just the usual new-agey

craperoo from some speaker
on the motivational circuit.

Gilbert and I had
a few pops that evening

and then I had
my hands full with some
worried Asian investors.

Frankly, I never
saw him leave.

Did he have a woman
with him at this event?

No, I doubt it,

although there were 200 women
in that Monaco ballroom
that night, Detective...

Curtis.
This is Detective Briscoe.

You know what,
I would love it

if you and your wives

were my personal guests

when we bring the Giants home
from exile in New Jersey.

Oh, thanks, anyway,
but I'm a Jets fan.

We would like to have a copy
of the guest list

from that dinner party,
if you'd be so kind.

Well, those events are hosted
by professional fundraisers,

Detective, but surely
you know that.

Of course, which one?

He did a lot of good behind
the scenes, Gilbert.

Performing arts for children,

a strong advocate
for the mentally disabled,

a friend of historic
preservation.

Was he a friend of yours,
Ms. Ludlow?

My work is all about
making friends, Detective.

But a personal friend? No.

Did he leave the dinner
with anybody?

I heard he had
a massive coronary.

You did?

Some friends of mine were
at ll Bidone.

The East 60's
is a very small world.

So we're told.
We're not allowed
above 42nd Street.

We don't mind a few tourists.

But why homicide
investigators?

Well, we think Sanderson's
heart attack might have been
helped along.

That's hard to believe.

Yeah, I know.
But you'd be surprised.

I'm stunned.

He gave me a check for $5,000
for the basketball program,

then shook hands,
kissed a few cheeks, and left.

Whose cheek?

I don't know.

Angela Rinaldi.

The city council woman?
Yes.

I think he caught a ride home
with her and her husband.

I dropped off
Mr. and Mrs. Rinaldi first

and then I took Mr. Sanderson
where he told me.

Which was where?

East sixty-something.

Guy offered me $20,

but I said no,
he already did me a solid
with the inside dope.

What dope?

Well, I asked him,
what did he think about buying
stocks on the Internet.

He said it was for suckers.

Then he says, watch Spector,

if it drops to 50, buy it.

He have company in the car
when he was giving you
this inside dope?

No, nobody.

That phone in the back seat.
He make a date with
someone later on?

I wasn't listening.

Of course not.

The phone, yours,
or the city's?

The council woman uses it,
strictly for business.

Of course she does.

A guy doesn't take Viagra
just to have fun with himself,
so they tell me.

Luds on the call Sanderson
made from the limo leads
us to...

Escort service.
Katrina Ludlow.

How long they talk?

Uh, two minutes,
20 seconds.

She a size two, European?

If that. Hey,
we could go door to door
in the East 60's,

see who the panties fit.

Start with Ludlow,
ask her about the phone call,
Prince Charming.

I didn't mention the phone
call because it didn't
seem significant.

It wasn't,
it was a brief thank you.

For what?

The good fundraising
job we did.

Perfectly ordinary,
little courtesy.

An East 60's thing,
Lennie. Manners and courtesy
aren't in the police manual.

You do all right.

Anything else?

Yeah, do you know
of a high-priced
underpants boutique

called La Figga or something
supposed to be around
here someplace?

La Fica.
Madison and 73rd.
Have fun.

Lieutenant, we know the owner
of the smoking panties.

200 bucks a pop,
$550 with the matching bra.

And they're Ms. Ludlow's.

How do you know?

She came in on her own steam
about an hour ago,

wanting to get some things
off her chest.

The matching ensemble?

Do they have to be here,
Lieutenant?

It's their case, yes.

I was with Gilbert Sanderson
before he died.

"With," Ms. Ludlow?

How? In the biblical sense?

Yes.

We spent maybe half an hour
together and...

He seemed fine when I left.

Did you ever see him
take Viagra?

No. It was just
a brief encounter.

I was trying to be
discreet because,

you know, he had a wife
and everything.

Yeah, we met her.

I'm sorry,

I didn't realize this would
turn into such a...

Middle-aged guy
in a clandestine schtupp,

the guilt alone could've
brought on the coronary.

Ludlow's lying.

I don't know.
She seems credible to me.

She's trained to be credible,
hustling for charities.

Then why would she kill one
of her golden geese?

What about the wife?

Husband screwing around,
life insurance policy.

There's a time-honored
motive for you.

What? She spiked
Sanderson's favorite scotch?

Why not?
She's in the gym
every morning.

Maybe for someone
else's benefit?

Viagra?

I need an aphrodisiac
right now like I need
a hole in the head.

But you'd be able to get it,
just the same.

I get a headache,
I drink herbal tea
and I go to bed. So, no.

I have no idea where anyone
would get Viagra, nor want to.

Mrs. Sanderson, we know that
your husband's heart attack

was precipitated
by a dose of Viagra.

Now we don't know
if he took it himself
or if someone gave it to him.

I'm sure you loved
your husband...
I did.

You know, I did.

Maybe it was the stress,

the pressures of
business and all.

He did get a jolt
the night before.

Maybe 3:00 in the morning,
the phone rings.

Gil said, "I know it's
show time in Tokyo,

"but give me
a break, Jules. "

Then he just listened,
said "I see,"
or something like that,

then put on his robe
and went downstairs.

Who's Jules?

Julian Spector.
They're friends
from prep school.

He always called whenever
he felt like it.

But that was the first time
I ever heard Gil
get so rattled.

This is everything I had time
to pull together
on the stadium project.

But as I told you
on the phone...

Yeah, a lot of the information
in Mr. Sanderson's brain went
six feet under with him.

Anything in here raise
a red flag to you?

No, the project was approved,
as you know,

pending the final ratings
report on Spector's bond
to finance the construction.

Pending?
Yes.

He could see hidden
strengths in corporations

and municipalities
that others couldn't.

And what would happen
if it went the other way,

if this instinct said,
something around here stinks?

He'd lower the rating,

and all hell
would break loose.

Well, take the new stadium
for instance.

What kind of hell
are we talking about?

Ooh.

The team stay in Jersey,

the Mayor is humiliated,
the lawyers have a field day,

and Spector stock
drops to bupkis.

And bupkis would be what?
$50 a share?

Gil didn't discuss
any problem he was having
with Julian Spector.

Not the sort of thing
you two talked about?

My business dealings
are an open book,

but the people I solicit,

they inhabit another planet,
they speak a different
language.

From the rest of
us plebeians?

We plebeians can't write
a million dollar check for,
say, pediatric AIDS,

Detective Curtis, right?

Is "Detective"
your first name?

Rey.

Yeah, you can
call me Lennie,

as long as we're getting
to know each other.

So, at the fundraiser,

did you get some idea
of how Sanderson and Spector
were getting along?

I don't like

that you expect me
to betray confidences.

Especially if it helps
nail the guy

who killed the guy
who was sweating up
the sheets with you.

Or were you raising funds?

Ms. Ludlow,

we appreciate the fact that
there are aspects
to your relationship

with Mr. Sanderson that
you'd like to keep private.

Thank you.

But...

But.

Gil was like a lot of
rich, powerful men.

They start out being dazzled
by your knowledge of

the tax codes pertaining
to charitable gifts,

then they want to hear
about your junior year
in Florence,

then it's, "I can't get
you out of my mind. "

"And who do I make out
the check to?"

I'm saying the line
between charming someone

out of a million dollars,
and being perceived

as a philanthropy whore
sometimes gets blurred.

By whom?

By men like Julian Spector,

who are used
to getting their way.

So until I hear

someone assure me
that my name will
be kept out of this...

The district attorney doesn't
have to know about you.

Well, there aren't
any guarantees.

Your best efforts
is fine with me.

Funny thing about men
like Spector,

the bigger the portfolio,
the bigger the mouth.

You can go down to
La Nouvelle Air
any night of the week

and listen to them bragging
to each other about

the deal they've just closed.

Isn't that, what's his name,
played left field
for San Diego last year?

Yeah, with Jackson
of the Blue Jays.

Must be free agents now.

Everybody's a free agent
these days.

Loyalty doesn't exist.

Hey, how are you?

Who's that?

What? You never read
the history of studio 54?

Mario was a fixture
at Halston's table.

Fixture, what do you mean,
as in dealer?

You gonna tell us
what these are?

Or do we let the lab
take a crack at it?

I supply nutritional
supplements

without a license. Big deal.

You ever supply Spector
with Viagra?

I doubt he needs it,
the guy's got girls
all over him.

Must be that sexy bald spot.

You know, I can appreciate
you not wanting to

rat out the most powerful guy
in town, Mario,
but I don't know,

I just don't see you lifting
weights with the brothers up
in Attica.

Maybe I should
call my lawyer.

Maybe you should answer
the question first.

I traded him.

Eight pills for opening
game tickets.

I thought that's
generous of him.

Spector's bond rating
is currently Triple A.

But he's heavy into
the Asian markets.

Now if Sanderson were
to lower it to a B,

Spector's stock goes
into the toilet,

along with the bond
for the construction.

No bond,
kiss the stadium goodbye.

That's a powerful motive.
What else?

He obtained the Viagra,

and had ample opportunity
to slip it into Sanderson's
drink at dinner.

So, he would've slipped him
what, two or three pills?

If we find the others,
can forensics match those

with what was
in Sanderson's blood?

We can check it.

Okay. We'll need
Sanderson's records

and a search of Spector's
homes and offices,
all of them.

It's root, root, root
for the home team.

I'll convene a grand jury,
get the warrants
and subpoenas issued.

Did I hear this right?

You're investigating
Julian Spector
on a murder rap?

A grand jury
has been impaneled

in the matter of the death
of Gilbert Sanderson.

And whose brilliant
idea was this?

Mine.

What are we afraid of?

You wound the rhinoceros,
make sure you have
a tree handy.

We're covered.

Best way to deal with Spector
is face to face.

Fine. I'll get one of
his 38 lawyers on the phone

and find out if his Eminence
is available.

Yes, Adam Schiff
for Mr. Spector.

Now I know you have been
to every Columbia home game

since the 60s and they've won
what, eight games in 30 years?

A few more than that.

Well, I admire your loyalty
to old blue, Adam,
I really do.

But pretty soon Ivy
League football won't be
the only game in town anymore.

Jules, my people
have some questions
they want to ask you.

Not unless you toss
that ridiculous grand jury
subpoena where it belongs.

This doesn't have
to be adversarial.

Of course it does.

Everything is.

The whole point is
to destroy the other guy,
but you know that.

That's why all our friends
are going to pony up
three hundred grand

a season for the best
corporate boxes,

so they can get the best view
of the carnage.

Mr. Spector, can we shift
the conversation back
to your friend Mr. Sanderson?

You know, I'm really sorry,
Adam, but my helicopter's
waiting. Listen.

It was great seeing
you again.
Yeah.

You know what this is.

A motion?

To dissolve the grand jury.

Having read the moving papers,
the People's briefs,
and the supporting affidavits,

I find insufficient basis
to proceed with a grand jury.

Thank you, Judge.

Your Honor, I'm giving notice
of intent to appeal.

Do what you have to,
Mr. McCoy.

I'm issuing an injunction
barring you from proceeding
with this matter,

effective immediately.

Thank you for your time.

I started to worry when
I didn't hear back from you
right away.

Worry?

Thought I was being left
out in the cold,

if Spector has judges
in his pocket.

Oh, no, no. There's no way
he would've known
you talked to us.

It's the whole power
structure, Rey.

Even the D.A.'s office.

Listen, Jack McCoy
is a hard-ass.

I've never seen him
lie down for anyone.

I had a mad uncle,
a classics professor
at Harvard,

used to spend the summer
in Maine with us.

He'd shake us down for our
allowance by bellowing
"Pro bono publico,

"you over-privileged snots. "

For the good of the people.

You wouldn't believe what some
people do in the name
of the public good.

So,

why did you call me,
Ms. Ludlow?

I needed to tell somebody.

And here I am,
the Rolodex queen,

flipping through hundreds
of contacts,

friends,

for someone to trust,

until there was just you.

I have a partner.

Detective Leonard Briscoe.

His career hasn't exactly
walked the straight
and narrow.

Oh, so you've
checked up on us?

I'm careful.

I was told your partner's
a little shady.

Old rumors.

I'm already taking a chance
on you, Rey. Please.

Okay.

I have a piece of insurance.

You get me out of the city,

you guarantee my safety,

I'll tell you what it is.

You need my help to run away?

Julian knows everybody I know.

Here's my pager number.
If I don't hear from you
by tomorrow morning...

No.
I'll call you.

There's a motel off Route 22
in Putnam county.
We've used it before.

It's nice dump.
It's not exactly
a chalet in Aspen.

It's temporary.

We'll get together
with the D.A.'s office
on Monday.

On Monday? How long do you
expect me to babysit her?

Well, she trusts you, Rey.
Just get her squared away.

If she gets to be
too much of a handful,
my weekend's wide open.

I'd feel better if she trusted
somebody else.

Me, too.

Woman's intuition.

Well,

on the positive side, Julian'd
never think to look for me
in a place like this.

So now you're safe.

Now you're out of the city.

Julian told me this was
some sort of

a homeopathic mood enhancer.

He wanted me to give it
to Gil to help him

have the time of his life.

Viagra?

If I had known what it was,

what it would do...

I have to log this in,
get it down to the lab.

Wait. What...
What's your hurry?
It's the weekend.

It's procedure.

Rey, you can't leave me
here by myself.

Look, you're
going to be okay.
Half the retired cops

in the world live
in this county.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Well, what're you afraid of?
That I'll try and take
advantage of you?

Hey, easy.
Afraid you'll say yes?

That's enough.

I'm sorry.

I really don't want
to be left alone here.

Hey, sweetie, it's Daddy.
How's Mommy doing?

Oh, that's too bad.

Hey, will you bring
the phone over to her?

Okay.

Hey, sweetheart, so, it looks
like I'm going to have
to stay with this witness.

I don't know.
She's pretty rattled.

You want me to call Sarah,
have her come over
and give you a hand?

You sure?

Okay.

Well, I hope
you feel better.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Okay, bye.

Thank you.

So does your wife know that
I'm not a 78-year-old
grandmother?

Yeah, I told her.

And she doesn't mind
we're here for the night?

She knows better.

I know better.

I'm attracted to you, Rey.

You'll get over it.

I guess I will.

Is there something
the matter with your wife?

Yeah, she has MS.

She has good days
and bad days. Today
is not such a good day.

I'm sorry.

I had a cousin
with MS and...

I didn't mean to
put it like that.

It's okay.

Deborah and I know
what could happen.

This may sound dumb, but
how do you live with that?

We pray a lot.

And do you think about
what you'll do after?

No. We just concentrate
on the time we have together.

I just hope if and when
it does come, it...

It's peaceful.

You have a lot
of responsibilities, Rey,

I'm sorry I'm adding
to your problems.

It's not a problem.

I'm going to take a shower.

We got a beautiful
thumbprint off the tin.

Do we have a match?
Yeah.

We pulled a copy of Spector's
gaming license for his
Jersey casino.

What about the chemical
analysis of the pills?

The lab says it's
consistent. So?

Is there anything else?

We only get one shot
at these bastards.

Yeah, but this is
our best shot.

Then let's take it.

It's mud now, gentlemen,

but by next year,
this will be hallowed ground.

Help yourselves to drinks.
I'll be right back.

Detectives Briscoe and Curtis,
right? What can I do for you?

You can place your hands
behind your back, please.

You're kidding.

You're under arrest
for murder. You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used
against you...

I don't know whether
a district attorney can

be held in contempt,
Your Honor,

but the State has clearly,
willfully, and recklessly

disregarded your previous
order, barring them
from proceeding...

Yes, yes, Mr. Mosbeck,
I get the message.

Mr. McCoy,

why aren't we
in chambers with this?

Because, Your Honor,
this is not a confidential
negotiation

of a billion dollar deal.

This is a very
public case of murder.

The medical examiner
had an opportunity

to determine an accidental
cause of death,
but she did not.

The police have diligently
pursued this case,

even when it seemed
no one was interested,

and have uncovered
a financial motive.

Get to
the point, McCoy.

The State has
new evidence, Your Honor.

I'd like to see
this so-called evidence.

The People can show
a direct link

between Mr. Spector
and the medication
in Mr. Sanderson's system.

More compellingly
than last time?

Absolutely, yes.

What's more, the court
has a second opportunity
to make right

what it failed to do
the last time.

To demonstrate
with courage and certainty,

that the law is above
the high and mighty
in this city.

The injunction is lifted,
the charges may stand.

The People may proceed.

How many pills did
Mr. Spector give you?

Six.
He said to only give him...

Don't extemporize.
Keep your answers
short and sweet,

and stay on point.

Okay.

Sorry. Six.

And where did
this exchange occur?

In Mr. Spector's house
in the Hamptons.

Where in the house?

In the upstairs.

Now you're coming
off as evasive.

I'm not hiding anything.
It's just

so intrusive.

You'll have to grow
a thicker skin.

I don't want you collapsing
when Spector's dogs
come after you.

I don't have to do this,
you know.

I'm sorry,
as a matter of fact,
you do.

I just want you
to be prepared.

We were in the bedroom.

We're old friends.

Mr. Spector knew I planned
to meet Mr. Sanderson
after the fundraiser.

That's why
he gave me the pills.

What did he say when
he gave them to you?

That they would give
Gilbert pleasure,

that it was a...

A favor

for his friend, like sending
champagne on his birthday
or something.

Did he suggest how you were
to administer the pills?

Well, he told me he wanted it
to be a surprise for Gilbert,

that I should slip it
in his drink, or dessert.

Were you aware Viagra poses

a serious risk to people
with heart conditions?

I wasn't then, no.

To your knowledge, was
Mr. Spector aware of
his friend's heart condition?

Objection, hearsay.

To her knowledge, Your Honor.

Overruled.
Witness may answer.

Yes, he was aware.

When Mr. Spector found out
I was attracted to Gilbert,

he was happy for him.

Why was that?

He said that Gilbert
used to be

quite the ladies' man,
but that he'd slowed down
since his heart attack.

Thank you.

Would you state your legal
name for the record, please?

I already did.

Ah, well,

my memory isn't
what it used to be,

so humor me, will you?

Katrina Ludlow.

No, I mean,
your given name, the name
on your birth certificate.

My name is Katrina Ludlow.

Born Kathryn McGurk.

McGurk.

December 12th, 1968,
is that correct?

Your Honor, is this name
game leading anywhere?

Goes to credibility,
Your Honor.

Overruled.

When you were still
Kathryn McGurk,

weren't you hospitalized
for depression?

A lot of women are.

Well, we're not talking about
a lot of women here,
Ms. Ludlow.

We're talking about you.

When you were 22,

didn't you attempt suicide,

which also required
hospitalization?

Yes.

Are you currently taking
the anti-depressant Zoloft?

Yes.

And seeing a psychotherapist
twice a week?

Me, and half of Manhattan.

Well, again, half of Manhattan
is not our concern here.

Our concern

is a young woman

who was expelled
from Briarcliffe

because she falsely put
on her application

that she was a member
of the Astor family.

Was that you?

Yes.

Now, Ms. Ludlow,

you've told
the court that you were
a professional fundraiser,

what exactly does that entail?

I put important people
together to do good works.

Would it be more
accurate to say

that you put yourself
together with important
people?

Specifically, by sleeping
with powerful men.

No.
Objection.

And isn't it true
that you stole those pills
from Mr. Spector

to sexually gratify
Mr. Sanderson?

That's not true.

And misled the authorities

to turn a medical accident

into a murder conspiracy?

No. Why would I do that?

Why? To make yourself
more important,
Ms. Ludlow.

Objection.

Withdrawn, Your Honor.

No more questions.

We ran the usual checks
on her, none of that
McGurk stuff came up.

We didn't go back far enough.
Our mistake.

She could've volunteered it.

Which could be
the whole point.

I hate to sell out
the sisterhood,
but maybe she does

rely on more than brains
to succeed in a man's world.

Maybe Spector sent her
in to steal our signals,
sabotage the case.

Spector didn't buy a piece
of work like her
with opening game tickets.

So find out
what her price is.

I don't know what you've
got on this woman,
but I'll tell you what.

The tax laws for charities
are extremely complicated,

and these are the most
carefully-maintained records
I've ever seen.

Her last benefit
was for the
Make a Hoop Foundation,

she report on that yet?

Yeah.

Projected only,
but very successful.

What was it,
some kind of telethon?

Just a dinner for 500.

Must've been some dinner.

We try to teach these kids,
you can jam,
you can do anything.

Just apply
the same energy, and...

The sky's the limit.
That's right.

As long as
the funding holds out.

Ah, we've been blessed.

Seven million dollars
from the Spector
family trust?

I'd call that a miracle.

Two million, but even so,
we'll start with
this leaky old roof.

Two?
Mmm-hmm.

Not seven?
Mmm-mmm.

Four installments
of half a million each.

Ms. Ludlow was nice enough
to move the second one
forward,

so we can pay some salaries
and what all.

Hey, attaboy, John.

You keep excellent records,
Ms. Ludlow.

Unfortunately,

the paper trail takes
a left turn up to Harlem.

What are you talking about?

The Make a Hoop Foundation.

They're about five million
short from the Spector
family trust,

but Reverend Jenkins thinks
the world of you, he's sure
you'll make it right.

And I will, as soon as...

What? Spector pays you off?

It wasn't a pay-off.

It was my usual fee
for putting some
people together.

Not for murdering Sanderson?

Okay, now we know you had
a financial stake of your own,

in Sanderson taking Spector's
financial problems
to his grave.

What you're
suggesting doesn't
make any sense.

Without her, you wouldn't
have a case against
Spector.

We don't have much
of one now, thanks to her.

She was a ringer for Spector.

You really don't understand
the first thing about me,
do you?

I wasn't gonna wait

for Julian to lay
this little scheme
on my doorstep.

What is it they say
in football?

The best defense
is a good offense?

I kept those pills
as insurance.

When I saw the writing
on the wall...

You cashed in your policy?

Oh, you are quick.

Here's what you're going
to do to make it right,
Ms. Ludlow.

Get back on the stand
and tell the truth.

What are you offering?

She pleads murder two,
she's eligible to sweet talk

the parole board in
15 years.

Fifteen years is a lifetime.

How about this?

I take a complete stroll

in return for not a taking
the stand as a witness
for the defense,

and breaking your
Detective Curtis'
confidence.

What's that supposed
to mean?

I gave him those Viagra
pills on a Friday night.

All weekend, I kept
asking him, "Are they safe?"

"Shouldn't you turn them
over to someone?"

Because any good defense
attorney could argue

that Spector's prints were
transferred onto that tin
by the police.

I read where they
can do that.

What did Detective
Curtis say to that?

He seemed more worried
about what his wife would
say about us

than safeguarding
the evidence.

Oh, well.

At least he didn't
need to take them.

So I had the pills with me.
I logged them in with the
evidence room on Monday,

so what?
Oh, come on, Detective.

What? It's nothing,
it happens all the time.

Not in this case, not
before this jury.

All Spector's lawyers
have to do

is sell
the faintest whiff
of tainted evidence.

The evidence is good.

The girl says that's not
all that's tainted.

What else?

She says you two
have a relationship.

She says you talked
about your wife,
about the two of you.

What?
About a future together,

if and when your wife's
illness leads to
an untimely death.

No, no. This woman is crazy,
I mean, she's twisted
everything around.

Then take the stand
and untwist it, Detective.

Before Spector's lawyers
put Katrina Ludlow's
version before the jury.

And have my wife
hear all that crap?
Forget it.

Let her take the stand,
McCoy,

you show them what
a psychopathic liar
she is.

I'd be happy to,
but I can't do it
without you.

Nothing happened, Lieutenant.

All right.

You don't believe me.

Actually, I do, Rey.
But with women,

it's not only did you
jam it to some stray,

it's did you open
your heart to her,
or even want to.

It's the emotional betrayal
we can't stand.

I didn't betray anything.

But how is it going to
sound to Deborah?

You don't have any choice,
Rey. You have to testify.

When Ms. Ludlow gave you
the tin with the Viagra pills,

what did you do with them,
Detective?

Ms. Ludlow was afraid
for her safety.

She told me repeatedly
that she did not want me to
leave her alone in the room,

so, I secured the pills
in my vehicle.

Secured how?

Put them in my briefcase,

which I then locked
inside the trunk.

Knowing their importance
as evidence,

and wanting to keep
them safe,

until they could be entered
as evidence, is that correct?

Yes.

And were they kept safe?

Yes, they were.

No further questions.

Detective, this, um...

This safehouse,

can you give us a general
description of it?

Well, for instance,
is it a room
in the precinct house?

It's a motel
outside the city.

Oh, you took Ms. Ludlow
away for the weekend?

Where, up in the country?

Well, that's nice.

Early spring, the birds
and the bees are humming.

We stayed indoors.

Ah! Well...

Well, I don't
blame you there.

Must have been
hard, though.

Everything was
completely professional.

Oh, come on, Detective.

I've got this big eight
by ten picture in my mind

of Ms. Ludlow, just out
of the shower in some
no tell motel,

and you standing there
talking about

preserving the chain
of custody of the evidence.

Your Honor, is there
a question before
the witness?

Yes, there is.

Detective, Ms. Ludlow did
take a shower, didn't she?

Several showers,
during your two days there?

Yeah.

And she told you that
she was attracted to you,
didn't she?

Yes, she did.
So, your conversations

weren't entirely about
professional matters,
were they?

Not entirely, no.

Mmm-hmm, you talked
about personal matters,
intimate matters, didn't you?

We were just
making conversation.

In fact, you admitted
to her the attraction was
mutual, didn't you?

No, I never said that.

Didn't you say that
you knew better?

Something like that.

You knew better than
to be alone in a room

in a motel with a young,
attractive woman?

That's not what I meant.

Did you complain that your
wife, your poor dear wife,
was a burden to you?

No!

That you just prayed,
that she would go
in peace?

No!
That her moment
would, come soon?

No!
Detective! Didn't you
tell Ms. Ludlow that,

you hoped your wife
would go in peace?

Yes or no, Detective?

My wife has
multiple sclerosis.

She's in a lot of pain
and it's getting worse.

What I told Ms. Ludlow,
what I meant was...

That if the condition
got worse, I just didn't
want it to...

No.

She's suffered
enough already.

Is that a yes, Detective?

I love my wife!
More than my own life.

Now, I betrayed her trust
once, just once.

But with her love
and with God's help...

Your Honor, would you
direct the witness
to answer the question.

I haven't been
unfaithful to her since.

I know better.

My mistake was trusting
Katrina Ludlow.

So, yes, I've made
mistakes, as a man,

but as a cop? No, sir.

I did not tamper
with that evidence.

Oh.

Mr. Foreman, has the jury
reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor, we have.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

murder in the second degree,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Julian Spector, guilty.

We brought down
the rhino, Adam.
The system won.

So how come he's doing
the celebrating?

Bail continued
pending his appeal, which
could be two years from now.

That's not why.

Don't you people read
the business section?

As of last night,
his bond for the stadium
is fully subscribed.

So killing Sanderson
bought him enough time

to get his finances in order.

Groundbreaking ceremony's
next week.

Got my invitation
this morning.

A hollow victory, Adam.

He'll be watching
the games live from
his stadium on television,

along with
his fellow inmates.

He'll still have a better
seat than Sanderson.

That was
a beautiful speech, Rey.

I was deeply touched.

It wasn't a speech.

You mean,
you really meant it?

You let me down.

You don't get it, Curtis.

A hundred years from now,

we're all ashes and dust

and no one will
remember who slept
with whom

and who was naughty
and who was nice.

They'll look at that
incredible piece of steel

and concrete and know
that I was a part of it.

Part of the first public
building named after
a convicted murderer.

Hardly the first.
The Pantheon, the Temple
of the Vestals?

They all have the names
of emperors over the door,
and talk about murderers.

Pro bono publico, right?

Relax, Rey.

The empire isn't
gonna fall tonight.

Go on.

Go home to your wife.