All language subtitles for Law and order S10E08 - Blood Money

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

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

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

(SPEAKING HINDI)

(HORNS HONKING)
MAN: Come on, let's go!

Near corner, far corner?

Okay, I said
near corner or far...

Oh. my...

CSU says it's a single stab
wound to the guy's abdomen.

We know who he is?

No wallet, no ID. But
judging how he's dressed,

I'd say he ain't a homeboy.

I want a shot of
the laundry mark.

MAN: Right.

Rite Aid receipt from
a couple of days ago.

2211, Broadway.

It's near 96th Street.

What do you think?
Stick and pick?

Either that, or he figured out

a hell of a way to
beat a cab fare.

What about the cabbie?
OFFICER: Harish Singh.

Says the pickup was
on 42nd near Lex

and that another guy
helped the old man in.

Thinks that it was
that guy who was the one

who gave him the address
where to go.

Where's he?
Where else?

Talking on the cell phone.

Thanks.

(SPEAKING HINDI)

Say goodbye,
Mr. Singh.

I was just trying to
get another vehicle.

My whole shift is lost.

Yeah, well, it turns out
it wasn't his day either.

Tell us about the guy
who helped the old man.

He was black.

Young, wearing a
green baseball cap.

Some... Some blue
running clothes.

He say anything about
your passenger?

No. Just said to go to
125th and Amsterdam.

Did he touch the door handle?

I don't know.

The whole ride up here,
you didn't hear

your passenger say anything?

I was talking to my broker.

All right, give us
your home number.

And don't forget
your cell phone.

Guy's bleeding to death in his
back seat, he's making day trades.

Gotta run with the bull.

The Rite Aid computer says the
receipt was for toilet paper,

toothpaste and some cough medicine.
Paid for in cash.

Purchase like that, the guy
probably lives nearby.

Big neighborhood.

Dry cleaner's mark
on his shirt tail.

There's gotta be 20, 30 dry
cleaners in that area.

The guy's wearing
a Paul Stuart suit.

I'm betting he goes
to the best.

Well, canvass the cleaners, and work
your way out from the Rite Aid.

I'm not sure. But this
guy don't look so good.

How about this?
You recognize that?

Yes. That's ours.

Last four digit
customer phone number.

Have you got a name
to go with the number?

Mr. Grimaldi lived alone,
about five, six years now.

His wife.
Real sweet lady.

She died a few years back.

What she was doing with the
guy is anybody's guess.

Why do you say that?

Grimaldi was tough.
Real old school.

Not a guy with too many
nice words to say.

And parting with a dollar
wasn't his thing either.

He would have fought back.

That's probably what
got him killed.

Any other next of kin?

Son and daughter,

but they don't come around
much since the mother died.

He lives in Philly with his
wife and kid, I think.

And her I'm not too sure about.

See if you can get their numbers
from the managing agent.

Sure.

Any idea what he did
for a living?

Retired. But I think he was
an insurance salesman once.

He's in good hands now.

Hey, cabbie said he picked him
up on 42nd and Lex, right?

Yeah. Bank account
on Lexington Avenue.

Mr. Grimaldi was a customer
here for over 30 years.

He used to come in
all the time.

Only worked
a few blocks from here.

Where was that?

All-Atlantic Insurance.

It's a shame.

He was a real character.

In what way?

He's what you'd call an old-fashioned
American success story.

Immigrated from Italy.

Worked 40 years
for the same company.

A real dying breed.

Do know if maybe he
cashed a check that day?

Or maybe somebody saw him
with a large amount of money?

I checked our security
tapes after you called.

Mr. Grimaldi didn't
use a teller that day.

He went straight
to the vault area.

Safe deposit box.

He opened one
about 10 years ago.

Doesn't seem to
have used it much.

Any chance we could
take a look inside?

You'd just be
wasting your time.

He closed it that day.
It's empty.

Here are some shots from
the bank's video tape.

This is him coming in.

Briefcase.

Then 14 minutes later,
he leaves.

Still has his briefcase.

Now, here's one
from the ATM outside.

He's still alone.

Not for long.

Our good Samaritan.

Latent just faxed over
the list of prints

they lifted from the cab door.

BRISCOE:
What'd they get?

Nineteen partials.

Anything interesting?

Two forefingers and a thumb.

"Doug Panero.
Male, white."

"Nineteen. Drug sale."

"Anthony Weathers.
Male, black."

" Forty-two.
Turnstile jump"

"And Roland Dell. Male black.
Twenty-four."

"On parole for
knifepoint robbery."

Talk to his P.O.
And let's pick him up

before he decides
to help anyone else.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Hey. How you doing?
Is your mom and dad here?

Teddy, who is it?

New York City detectives.

What's this about?

Is Roland Dell here?
Get back in there, Teddy.

We're just sitting down
to dinner.

Dinner's gonna have to wait.

Police! Freeze!

ED: Freeze!

Rock, paper, scissors, gun.

We've got your prints
on the cab door.

On a city cab?
Big deal.

ED: We also have this.

Who's that?

You. Right down
to the green ball cap

we found in your closet.

Oh, you think this lid's green?

'Cause I'd be willing
to bet that my Legal Aid

says it could be
almost any color.

If it isn't you, why'd you go
up-tempo when you saw us, Roland?

What would you do you saw a brother
come after you with a gun?

Man, you guys got nothing.

'Cause if you did, you
wouldn't be looking at me

for my statement.

Yeah, I think you better
get me my Legal Aid.

Yeah. He did so good for
you last time, right?

Anything on
the apartment search?

No briefcase, no knife.

Bring in some of the witnesses
from the ATM machines

and see if someone can
put him at the scene.

You got it.

I hear you went
in hot pursuit today.

Yeah. He tried to
climb out the window.

I'm surprised
you didn't push him.

Me, too.

(DOOR CLOSES)

VAN BUREN: Just tell us if you
see anyone who looks familiar.

It's hard to say.

I think number four.

And where do
you recognize him from?

I think he was the man
I saw helping

the older man get into the cab.

Are you sure?

Best I can say is I think so.

Okay. Thank you,
Mrs. Drummond.

I think my client should
be released immediately.

That's for the D.A.
handling the case.

What case?

His lawyer's right. I can't
indict on a "think so."

Well, what about the
prints and the ATM photos?

All good
circumstantial evidence,

if we had an ID.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Green.

So what? You just gonna
kick this guy loose?

Lennie, I called
his parole officer.

She dropped a violation on
him based on your arrest.

He is not going anywhere.

That was the M.E. Roland Dell
may only be half our problem.

Grimaldi had a six-inch
stab wound to his abdomen.

He also had a bullet wound
under his left armpit.

This guy was stabbed and shot?

New York's a tough town.

How'd CSU miss it?

There was no exit wound.

And the entrance was hidden
under the hair in the armpit.

I only found it when
IX-rayed the body.

Well, could this guy
have been shot

and made it to the cab?

Hey, Reagan never
knew he was shot

till he got to Bethesda Naval.

So what killed him?
The knife or the gun?

Take your pick.

Roland Dell stabbed a dead man.

Couldn't even get that right.

Video has him
leaving the bank at 2:34.

Here, he is
passing the ATM at 2:37.

Three minutes to walk 15 feet?

Maybe he stopped
to tie his shoe.

Briefcase is
in his right hand now.

Well, it was in his left
hand when he left the bank.

Maybe he switched
when he got shot.

What do we have
from ballistics?

They're having trouble
IDing the round.

Seems like a lot of folks

were waiting for this man

to come out of that bank.

Wonder what they knew about the
deposit box that we don't.

Grimaldi's kids just got in
to ID the body.

Maybe they have an idea.

Our father is shot and stabbed
on one of the busiest streets

in Manhattan, and no
one even noticed?

The cabbie was on a cell phone.

Plus, midtown
and it was raining.

But you don't believe
this was random?

We think the perpetrators
were after whatever

your father kept in
that safe deposit box.

I didn't even know he had a
safe deposit box. Did you?

No.

Well, was he the kind of person
that kept a lot of cash on him?

Our father never
discussed his finances.

He lived on a pension.

Is there any kind
of inheritance?

Maybe from your mother?
Some stocks?

Anything somebody
might have known about?

I don't think so.

Was there anyone
he was close to?

JORDAN: Most of our father's
friends have passed away.

What about Gail?

Gail?
Gail Bartlet.

Since our mom died,
she's been Dad's friend.

He was with her
before Mom died.

Jordan said that?
I'm surprised.

Their mother was very ill for
several years before she died,

and Peter and I became friends.

His kids were
under the impression

that he might have
confided in you.

Peter rarely spoke to
either of his children.

He wasn't what you would call

an intimate type
of man, Detective.

He... He rarely confided
in anyone, even me.

But there was a certain charm
about Peter, an energy.

Uh, can you think of any reason

why somebody would have
wanted to hurt him?

A few weeks ago, actually,

the doorbell rang.

Peter answered it
and I heard him yelling.

Did you see who
he was yelling at?

No. But when he came
back into the room, I...

He was very angry, and I
asked him what was wrong,

and he... he said
the doorman

had let someone up
he wasn't supposed to.

He say who?
No.

But he was very upset about
it, for a few days, actually.

A witness says
you let someone up

to the Grimaldi place
a few weeks ago.

Somebody he got
pretty upset about.

I never let anybody up there.
I told him that.

You think it did me any good?

Well, you do know who
that person was?

If it's the time I'm thinking
about, it was a process server.

Grimaldi had legal problems?

Thanks.

I guess. This guy came
around a few times.

He must've finally snuck up while
I was doing something else.

You know who he worked for?

All I know is Grimaldi tore me a
new one for letting the guy in.

I ran Grimaldi's name through
the court's computer.

There were no cases with
his name in a caption,

so he isn't a plaintiff
or a defendant.

The kids and the girlfriend

didn't know anything
about a lawsuit either.

He could have been involved in
litigation in some other way.

He worked for an insurance
company, right?

He's been retired
for over 10 years.

MAN: Here you go.
I have an Aunt Opal.

Slipped in a supermarket once.

Took her 12 years
to settle her case.

I was surprised when my
assistant gave me your message.

Peter Grimaldi was a kind
of dinosaur around here.

Worked for the company
for over 40 years.

We were wondering
if he was part

of any lawsuit
involving All-Atlantic.

I had litigation
pull our claims.

I'm afraid there's
nothing here.

Which is not surprising, given
Peter sold mostly life insurance.

Then he had a broker's
license, right?

Of course. Why?

Any chance he was still
doing business on the side?

Not with us.

Peter Grimaldi's license to sell
insurance lapsed 11 years ago.

The last thing I see
is a letter from someone

requesting a business
address for him,

and that was three years ago.

A letter about what?

Oh, it's pretty hard to follow.

She claimed this guy Grimaldi

sold her family some
insurance a long time ago,

then refused to pay.

But you can see right there,

she was talking about a guy
named Pietro Grimaldi,

not Peter.

Pietro is Peter in Italian.

What happened to her complaint?

Nothing.

Like I said, we weren't
sure she had the right guy.

Dora Wolkoff.
Bronx, New York.

Ciao.
That means goodbye.

Well, if you came to arrest
her, you're a year too late.

Dora passed last December.

Happens all the time
around here.

Yeah, it happens
where we work, too.

She ever mention any legal
problems she was having?

Like what sort of problems?

You know, like,
maybe insurance problems.

You guys are here
about Dora's insurance?

Actually, we're
investigating the death

of a man named Peter Grimaldi.

Pietro Grimaldi?

You mean to tell me
he was a real person?

What do you know about him?

Dora said this Pietro Grimaldi

sold her father
some life insurance.

Used to say she was gonna
walk out of here a rich lady.

So, he was real, huh?

I guess what comes around
goes around, though.

Why do you say that?

Well, Dora said
this guy wouldn't pay.

Said he'd done this thing
to a bunch of other people.

You know,
back in the old country.

ED: She ever mention
any other names?

(SIGHS) I don't remember.

But I bet
her daughter would know.

Evie used to write letters
for them all the time.

So, you guys finally
going to get him

to pay the money
he owes me, or what?

Pietro Grimaldi
was found murdered

a few days ago, Miss Wolkoff.

(LAUGHS)

Was he rich?

Why do you ask that?

Pietro Grimaldi was an
insurance salesman, Detective.

During the war, he traveled
through Poland and Czechoslovakia

selling life insurance
policies to Jewish families.

Told them their money
would be safe.

Said he worked for an Italian
company, Federali Insurance.

Isn't that right, Hymie?

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

He sold a policy to
Mr. Radzanower's family, too.

And there's others.

Then the war ends,
he refused to pay.

Pietro Grimaldi took my
grandfather's last dollar

and left my mother
with nothing.

Wolkoff, Radzanower,
Getzler, Ribet, Frank.

All Holocaust survivors or the
families of Holocaust victims

who purchased life insurance
policies from Pietro Grimaldi.

All of them stiffed by him.

And all with a motive
to kill him.

How many?

VAN BUREN: Daughter
gave us 59 names.

But she says
there could be thousands.

Apparently Grimaldi used the
Nazis as a marketing tool,

while figuring he'd never have
to pay off on the policies.

I have an appointment
with the Italian Consulate.

We'll see what they know
about Federali Insurance.

Just when you thought that
there weren't any more ways

to violate these people,
an insurance scam.

The Italian government
subpoenaed Grimaldi.

We recently started an
investigation into allegations

that certain Italian
insurance companies

sold life insurance policies to
Jewish families in Eastern Europe

during the war and
then refused to pay.

Refused why?

The companies claim there
is no documentation

the policies were ever issued.

And now most of these
companies don't even exist.

What about the company
Grimaldi worked for in Italy,

Federali Insurance?

Bankrupt.

We traced over 1,100 policies
to Federali Insurance.

But without Peter
Grimaldi's testimony,

I'm afraid the truth
may never be known.

Sounds like
a pretty good motive

to make sure he didn't testify.

Yes.

Could I get copies of
your files on Federali?

I'd like for one of our forensic
accountants to examine them.

Aren't we just a little
out of our jurisdiction?

Maybe not.

When Federali Insurance
filed for bankruptcy,

they listed their
outstanding policies.

Anyone from
Evelyn Wolkoff's list?

No. But there were several
American policy holders.

Who goes to Italy to buy
life insurance during a war?

No one.

The policies were purchased
at a brokerage here

in New York.

A brokerage in New York
sold Federali's policies?

Guess who owned the brokerage.

All-Atlantic.

Because guess
who owned Federali.

All-Atlantic.

I believe I've already
told your two detectives

everything we knew
about Mr. Grimaldi.

Strange you never
mentioned the fact

All-Atlantic owned
the Italian company

Grimaldi worked for
during the war.

I don't see how
that's relevant.

As a subsidiary,
All-Atlantic is liable

for any policy
written by Federali.

JACK: You see the relevance
now, Mr. Bresler?

STEWART: We have never
hidden from our obligations.

If you have any
specific policy numbers,

we'd be happy
to check our records.

I think you know we don't.

We're wondering
if Grimaldi did.

Look, it's possible
life insurance was sold

to someone who became
a victim of the war.

But as chairman
of this company,

I can assure you we have
absolutely no knowledge

of any such policy.

Were you aware that
the Italian government

had just subpoenaed Peter Grimaldi
shortly before he was killed?

STEWART: Pure politics.

We went after their banks.

Now they'd like a go at us.

SO YOU were aware.

I don't think Mr. Stewart
meant to imply

that he had any specific
knowledge of the subpoena.

Only that he was aware
of their investigation.

Exactly so.

Look, I sympathize with the
frustration of someone

who believes that he was
cheated by circumstance,

but I can't just turn this
company into a deep pocket.

We are required to verify a policy's
existence before we can pay.

And unfortunately,
most of Federali's files

disappeared when the
countries they were kept in

were taken over
by the communists.

So, at this point, it would be
totally irresponsible of us to pay.

You think the company my father
worked for is behind his murder?

JACK: Just before his death, your father
was subpoenaed by the Italian government

to give testimony about certain insurance
policies he sold during the war.

Testimony that might have cost

All-Atlantic hundreds
of millions of dollars.

Did your father ever tell you

about his work during the war?

Just that he was
an insurance salesman.

But did he ever tell you
who he sold insurance to

or how he came to work
for All-Atlantic?

What are you saying? Who did
my father sell insurance to?

Holocaust victims.

He kept a book.

DONNA: Jordan?

It was about 10 years ago, when
he retired, he showed it to me.

It had names, dates,
different numbers.

It was in my father's
handwriting.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

JACK: Why did
he show it to you?

He said it might be worth
a lot of money one day,

and he wanted me to know
about it, that's all.

It wasn't something I really
wanted to think about.

Do you know what
happened to that book?

No.

It seems Grimaldi kept
a handwritten record

of the policies he sold
in Eastern Europe. A book.

We had the police search his apartment.
Nothing came up.

His son says Grimaldi showed him
the book about 10 years ago.

The same time he opened
the deposit box.

Who told Roland Dell
it was there?

Dell's not talking to us.

Find out who talked to him.

Briscoe's report says
Dell claimed

he had a job working
for his brother-in-law.

Doing what?

Brother-in-law's working for a
company called Burton Security.

His parole officer said
you got him a job.

I never spoke
with his parole officer.

Your brother-in-law's facing
a murder charge, Mr. Hollis.

If you know something
about that,

you could easily find yourself
facing charges as well.

I passed his name along. To who?

Donald Burton.

The owner?

What sort of company is this?

We supply security
to businesses.

So why pass
Roland's name along?

A few weeks back,
Burton comes to me,

says he needs somebody
with street smarts.

Somebody who can
keep his mouth shut.

Knows all about Roland.

Look, I got a family to feed,

but I didn't know he was going
to rob nobody, I swear.

Man gave me a job, so what?

It's a race to the
D.A.'s office, Mr. Dell.

The one who flips fastest wins.

How long do you think
it's going to be

before Donald Burton tells us you
robbed that guy on your own?

So what happens if he tells
you what you want to know?

I'm prepared to offer 10
years on the homicide.

I'll also recommend his
outstanding parole violation

run concurrent
with that sentence.

That's three years for free.

Yeah, all right.

Um...

I met up with
Reggie's boss, Burton,

and he tells me he wants
me to rob this old man.

Gives me the 411 on the
when and the where.

How about the what?

I was just supposed to take
a book, that's all I know.

So why'd you stab him?

Man, once I snatched
the case, the old man,

he grabs my jacket,
he won't let go,

so I did what I needed to.

Who shot him?

Who shot who?

CARMICHAEL: The man you
stabbed was also shot.

What?

I might make that
parole recommendation

with a little more enthusiasm
if I knew the truth.

Look, I don't know nothing about him
being shot, and that is the truth.

Ask Burton if
you don't believe me.

He was there, too.

He was watching
the whole thing.

Look, so I hire a couple of
questionable characters once in awhile.

Big deal.

You want to walk
around a warehouse

in the South Bronx
at 3:00 a.m.?

We're not talking about the
South Bronx, Mr. Burton.

We're talking about
midtown Manhattan.

Roland Dell gave
a full statement.

We've also subpoenaed
your bank records,

so we know you've done work
for All-Atlantic Insurance.

JACK: What about it,
Mr. Burton?

Oh, my God.

What's on the table?

JACK: Ten years.
Same as Dell.

GARCIA: No.

He gave you us,
we can give you more.

More to give, more to get.

What'd you have
in mind, Counselor?

Five.

I'll consider seven.

Alan Bresler,
from All-Atlantic Insurance,

he called me and told me
he had a security problem.

Security problem?

He's a lawyer.
That's the way he put it.

Said this guy Grimaldi
used to work for them.

Told me he had a book with
a list of policy numbers.

He tried to sell it to them,

but Hamilton Stewart
wouldn't buy.

Where's the book now?

I gave the briefcase
to Bresler.

Who was the shooter?

You telling me
Grimaldi was shot?

There's the autopsy report.

Wait.

It had to be.

Had to be what?

I was sitting on the
bank across the street.

When Grimaldi came out,
I gave Dell the signal.

Only soon as I did,

Grimaldi starts up a
conversation with this guy.

Describe him.

Uh, white.
Six foot.

Thirty-five, forty.
Black hair.

What else did you see?

Looked like they were arguing.

That's when he
must have shot him.

And then the old man walks away

and Dell does his thing.

We believe him?
Doesn't make sense,

he wouldn't give up the shooter.
(DOOR OPENS)

Ballistics report on Grimaldi.

The bullet was a 9 mm
manufactured in Italy.

FBI lab determined it was fired
from a 1934 Italian GAR.

Family heirloom.

Grimaldi's son
registered a '34 GAR

in Pennsylvania, 15 years ago.

Is your brother here?

Jordan.

Jordan Grimaldi,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Peter Grimaldi.

Jordan, what's going on?

Put your hands
behind your back.

DONNA: Jordan?

Oh, my God, no!
What's going on?

It's okay. It's okay, Donna.
It's gonna be all right.

Burton told us Grimaldi
tried to sell the book.

Maybe his son thought he
could cut a better deal.

Why tell us about the
book in the first place?

It doesn't matter.

We still have two homicides

and one body to go around.

The problem is, if we go after
the son for the murder,

we just about guarantee reasonable
doubt for Bresler and Stewart.

We go after those two,
the boy gets a walk.

There's a third option.

Go after the son for the murder

and Bresler and Stewart
for grand larceny.

Since when did you become
a defense attorney?

Grimaldi was robbed
to prevent those people

from collecting
on their insurance policies.

Every policy would
constitute a separate count.

How many counts
we talking about?

Over a thousand.
That we know of.

They'll need a calculator or two
to figure out the sentence.

Your Honor, People are
amending their complaint,

dismissing the homicide counts

and adding the charge
of Grand Larceny.

1,136 counts. Is that number
correct, Miss Carmichael?

As per the Italian Consulate,
it is, Your Honor.

Theft of insurance
policy numbers?

Judge, those policies were
sold more than 50 years ago.

Peter Grimaldi's
robbery and murder

takes care of the
statute of limitations.

I agree. But I won't remand these
defendants on a larceny charge.

Bail is set at 100,000 each.

(GAVEL POUNDS)

Figured you might
pull a stunt like this.

Motion to dismiss.

Without the book,
you've got nothing.

"Jordan Grimaldi."

Defendant is charged
with first degree murder.

Except for him, of course.

Mr. Gold is right.

Without the book, you
have no proof sufficient

for a conviction.

But we do for an
indictment, Your Honor.

It's an exercise in
futility, Your Honor.

They can't produce that book.

Do you know something
we don't, Mr. Gold?

I'll let the trial
go forward, Mr. McCoy.

But you better have the goods at
the end of the People's case.

(SIGHS)

If they're smart, the book's
already in the shredder.

Maybe. But we still have
the next best thing.

Was it the money,
Mr. Grimaldi?

Is that why
you killed your father?

Haven't you done enough
to my brother?

JACK: I think
your brother

was in serious trouble
long before we got there.

What do you know about me?
Jordan, don't talk.

I never wanted the money.

That was blood money.

Then why didn't you tell
someone about the book?

It must have been difficult
learning about your father.

You don't have to answer.

I think he does, Counselor.

I think he needs to answer.

My father was responsible
for his own death.

Jordan, please listen
to the lawyer.

They can't prove anything.

You're the only one,
other than your father,

that's ever seen
what's inside that book.

Without your testimony,
these men will walk.

If that happens, I promise,

your brother will do enough
time for all of them.

What's your offer?

Nothing.
Until he takes the stand.

Afterwards, I'll be
willing to listen.

You're asking him to testify
without a plea bargain?

I won't inquire
about the shooting.

If the defense does, he can
take the Fifth Amendment.

I'm offering you the chance

to do what you failed
to do that day.

JACK: You're originally
from Poland,

is that right,
Mr. Radzanower?

From Budzanov.
A little town.

And you knew a man
named Pietro Grimaldi?

I knew him, yes.

Tell us how, if you would, sir.

It was 1939.

The last time we were
all together as a family.

The Germans just moved
into Poland,

and things became
very difficult.

Difficult?
For the Jews.

My father owned
a small trucking company.

He came to work one day

to find all his trucks burned

and the windows
of our garage broken.

Unfortunately,
most of the Poles

didn't need much
encouragement to hate us.

That night, Grimaldi showed up.

And he talked to your father?

He told my father

the Jews are being killed
in Germany.

It's just a matter of time
for all of us.

Then he showed
my father a picture

of women and children
in a ditch, shot.

Then he offered to sell
my father insurance.

Of course, he bought.

JACK: And you're sure
this was Pietro Grimaldi?

My father made us
memorize Grimaldi's name,

and he told us where to go

if something should happen.

And what happened to your
family, Mr. Radzanower?

Hitler happened.

And when it was over,

I could only find my sister.

She was very sick.

I was 17, and we were alone.

JACK:
And what did you do?

We walked.
Over a year.

I carried her most of the time.

To Italy.

To where my father told me
Grimaldi should be.

And did you find him?

Yes. I asked him
for our money.

I told him without it
my sister would die.

And what did he say?

He said he doesn't
remember my father.

He has no record of any policy.

And without
a death certificate,

I don't have even proof
that my father is dead.

The Nazis did not give
any death certificates.

I have only one from Italy.

For my sister.

I have nothing further.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Prior to this trial, sir,

had you ever heard of the
All-Atlantic Insurance Company?

No.

Then your father did not buy
a policy from them, did he?

He bought from Federali.

So you would not
have made a claim

against the All-Atlantic
Insurance Company,

because you had
no basis to believe

that they owed you any
money, is that right?

Objection.

The question calls for
a legal conclusion.

Judge, it is
the People's theory

that my clients stole a book

to prevent this man and others like
him from claiming their insurance.

I'd like a chance
to find out whether

he thinks my clients owed him
any money in the first place.

Do you think these men owe you
anything, Mr. Radzanower?

I think these men
should close their eyes

and see my sister.

See my sister as a little
girl she was once,

and a woman
she should have been.

Then I want them
to open their eyes

and tell me if they think
they owe me anything.

My father showed me a book.

He told me he'd kept a record
of all the insurance policies

he sold during the war, so he wouldn't
be cheated out of his commissions.

What sort of a record was this?

Names, dates,
policy numbers, places.

What places?

Warsaw, Lodz, Vienna, Prague.

How many policies were there?

Maybe a thousand.
Maybe more.

Nothing further.

You didn't have a very good
relationship with your father,

did you, Mr. Grimaldi?

No.

In fact, you hated the man.

I loved my father.
I hated what he'd done.

You mean, like,
selling those policies.

And having kept
them secret, yes.

I see.

Well, tell us, when did you
find out about the book?

About 10 years ago.

Ten years?

Tell anybody,
Mr. Grimaldi?

No.

Like father, like son.
Objection.

Isn't it a fact that he only
reason you're coming forward now

with this fiction about a book

is that you were offered
a plea bargain?

A plea bargain for the
murder of your own father.

Objection.

I wasn't offered
a plea bargain.

JUDGE: Sustained.

Did you murder your father?

Mr. Grimaldi,
I have to warn you,

you have the right not to answer
under the Fifth Amendment.

Judge, let me talk
to my client.

I don't need
to talk to my lawyer.

The record reflects
counsel refused.

I shot him.

GOLD: And the whole thing about
this book was a scam, wasn't it?

JORDAN: No.

A scam to save your father,
and now to save you.

That is a lie.
GOLD: There never was a book.

There was.
There was a book.

And you're right.

I should have said
something a long time ago.

GOLD: But you didn't,
did you?

When he told me,
told me what it was,

I begged him to turn it in.

But he wouldn't listen.

My father never listened.

GOLD: So it's only now, when
you're facing a murder charge

that you decide to come
forward, is that it?

My father called me
a few weeks ago

and told me he'd
been subpoenaed.

He wanted to make sure
I didn't say anything

to anybody about the book.

He told me he was
going to sell it.

To them.

He even offered me money.

For my children, he said.

Object as non-responsive.

Overruled.

You can finish
your answer, sir.

When he came out of the bank,
I was waiting for him.

I had the gun.

But I had to stop him.

When he saw it,
he became enraged.

He reached for it.

It went off.

He just looked at me

and then he walked away.

If my father had sold that book

and I had done nothing
to stop him,

I would have been lost forever.

Even I have to admit it's
pretty hard to blame him.

Even harder to figure
how to punish him.

Can I talk to you?

You shouldn't do that without
your lawyer, Mr. Bresler.

I am a lawyer,
Mr. McCoy.

I know what I'm doing.

You won't be able to
change your mind.

I just watched someone's
son ruin his life

over the shame
of his father's acts.

I have a son myself.

BRESLER: I'd found out
what we'd done in '92.

Hamilton Stewart
had been the Director

of All-Atlantic's European
Operations during the war.

He'd just read something
about a Jewish family

suing a Swiss bank
and its director.

He was afraid something like
that could happen to us.

He wanted to know
what our liability was.

You mean, his liability.

Yes.

What did you tell him?

That both he and the company
had considerable exposure.

If those policies could
ever be proven to exist.

ARTHUR: Enter the book.

When Peter got the subpoena,
he called Stewart.

Told him he was going to turn
the book over to the Italians

unless he was paid $2 million.

Why not pay?

There's no way to hide
a payment like that.

That's when the decision was
made to obtain the book.

You mean, to steal it.

I was told to tell Peter
we had the money,

and that he should bring
the book to my office.

Burton would be waiting for him
when he came out of the bank.

Where's the book now?

Burton gave it to me and I
gave it to Hamilton Stewart.

I know what I did
was a terrible thing.

Your day of reckoning
isn't today.

Put Stewart in jail.

At no time did
lever order anyone

to participate in a robbery,

nor did I ever try
to purchase any book.

And the testimony we heard from
Alan Bresler that you did?

STEWART:
Complete fabrication.

GOLD: So, you also deny any
effort by you or your company

to prevent Holocaust victims

from collecting on their
legitimate insurance policies?

Of course I do. Our hearts
go out to any victim of war.

But All-Atlantic is
a publicly traded company,

and as such it has an
obligation to its shareholders.

I simply can't turn it into
a charity when it suits us.

Thank you, sir.

Did your hearts also
go out to them

when your subsidiary was
selling them life insurance,

knowing they had no chance
of ever collecting?

That was never done.

Wasn't it?

In 1932, Federali
Insurance was writing

about a million dollars
a year in life insurance.

By 1942, that number
increased 10 times over.

How do you suppose that
happened, Mr. Stewart?

You're talking about
a long time ago.

Don't tell us you've
forgotten the details

that made your career
at All-Atlantic.

You were able to
sell those policies

because of the persecution of Jewish families.
Isn't that what happened?

I didn't know anything
about that.

Didn't know?

You were
All-Atlantic's Director

for Eastern European Operations
in 1938, weren't you?

Yes.
And Federali

and its salesmen were reporting
directly to you, weren't they?

There were rumors, that's all.

Unsubstantiated rumors.

The numbers don't lie,
Mr. Stewart.

Are you telling us that
you suspected nothing?

You make it sound like
we were the only ones.

We weren't.

American car companies,

banks,

airplane manufacturers.

We were all doing business
with Germany.

My God, our own
State Department

refused entry to these people

based on the same
information we had.

It was just business.

Yes. Good business.

So good, you rewarded
Peter Grimaldi

with a job
at the parent company

the minute he stepped
off the boat, didn't you?

Peter had produced
for us in Europe.

Pretty risky proposition
for an insurance company

to sell life insurance during
wartime, isn't it, Mr. Stewart?

I suppose.

Because war raises the risk
of death, isn't that right?

Yes.

And death is certainly
not good business

for a life insurance
company, is it?

No.

But All-Atlantic couldn't sell
policies fast enough, could it?

Because you knew the
people you were selling to

had no hope of ever collecting.

No hope of ever presenting
a death certificate.

Objection.

Maybe they should have brought

their parents' ashes
in a bag to you.

Mr. McCoy.

Millions of dollars being made
in the sale of life insurance,

and yet, after over 50 years,

not a single policy ever paid.

What do you suppose happened

to all those people,
Mr. Stewart?

I have no idea.

Don't tell us you didn't know.

The fact of the matter is,
you counted on it.

The book for probation.

That's your proposition?

STEWART: Did you know
that Federali

was originally founded
by a Jewish family?

They were doing it
to their own people.

Mr. McCoy, that book can ease
a lot of financial pain.

I won't let your client
use his company's money

to pay his debt to society.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
a closing argument to write.

What can I get for the book?

Four to twelve.

And I want a written
agreement waiving your right

to contest extradition to
Italy if they want you there.

JACK: Turned out to be the
only bargaining chip they had.

Insurance for
the insurance men.

Still, it's scary to think
that without that book,

they could have claimed
none of it was real.

It wasn't the book
that made it real.