All language subtitles for Law and order S14E01 - Bodies

[Man Narrating]
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.

This is the last time,
Chris, I swear.
[Urinating]

All right,
"Pork chops and martinis."
Veal chops.

And not just martinis...
apple martinis.

After seven years of marriage,
Stella knows what I drink.

After we ate?
Met game. Seats by
the first base dugout.

Good. Mets 5-4 in 10.

How much did you win?
Nice touch.

I don't know.
Say, a grand.

She's gonna want half.
Two hundred. I owe you.

Hey, what'd you do,
drink the Great Salt Lake?

All right, so those pork chops,
rare or what?
Veal!

[Chuckles]
I love when you blow.

I swear I'll move in with you
when she throws me out.
[Bottle Rattles]

Whoa, Chris...
This'll work fine if you stay cool.

You got your cell phone?

Holy Moly.!

I make her late teens.
From rigor and blood pooling,
dead a couple hours.

From what?
Take your pick... blunt force trauma
to the head or strangulation.

Rape?
Slash marks on the breasts.

Definite sexual activity
but no obvious vaginal bruising.

Please don't tell me
she laid back and enjoyed it.

Hey, Lennie, it looks like
Dumb and Dumber over there...

were just making a pit stop
on the way home.
Probably made the alley smell better.

Do we know who she is?
No, but I got guys
checking all the trash cans.

Between you and me,
I got my fingers crossed
they come up empty.

Sure.
Why should our lives be easy?

Hey, life's one thing.
Telling the girl's parents is another.

Detectives.

I guess I should have
crossed my toes.

How?
She was only 17.
In an alley?

We're sorry for your trouble.
[Woman]
No.!

No. It can't be her.
Sally's going to go to college.

She wants to be a doctor.

Mr. Galan, we found Sally
on the Upper West Side.
Do you know why she was there?

What do you mean?
Was she on a date maybe?

You see, it's not her.
She was with Katie.
Look, l-I'll call. You'll see. Sh...

Look at the damn picture.
[Sobbing]

It's her. I'm sorry.

Who's Katie?
[Mr. Galan]
Katherine Corwin.

Her friend from St. Joe's.
Sally spent the weekend.

Her parents have a place
in Amagansett.

[Sobbing]

Oh, you're kidding me.
Her mom called the cops?
Well, not exactly.

She called my mom?
No. That pleasure was ours.

Look, I'm not getting in
the middle of this. You wanna know
about the weekend, ask Sally.

The problem is we can't.

What's going on?
Is Sally all right?

- Well, actually...
- I told her. I mean, what is
she doing with a guy like that?

[Briscoe]
A guy like what?
He's a car mechanic.

Wait. Why don't we back up
a couple steps?
Sally spent the weekend with this guy...

A boyfriend?
More like something to do.

We made up the story
about Amagansett as a cover.

His name's Kurt Lemond.

Did he hurt her?

Yeah, I know the bitch.
You might want to rethink
that answer, player.

Okay. Bitch ho.

I'm guessing he doesn't have
the complete works of
Germaine Greer on his bookshelf.

I hate Nazis.
Hey, man, how old are you?

And how big is...
Hey, look! Don't play with me!

I ain't no high school girl!
You can drop the attitude,

or I'll shove this wrench
down your throat.
What's his problem?

Your girlfriend's dead.
Whoa. She was alive
when she walked out on me.

Yeah? When was that?
Last night, around 10:00 at Bobo's.

Bobo who?
It's a club on...

Yeah. I know the place.
So you were there with Sally?

A couple of tequila shooters,
she starts bustin' my chops.
She went her way, I went mine.

A couple hours later, I went home.
You can ask anyone.

Good idea. In the meantime...

[Man]
I do not recognize her.
Well, maybe this'll help... she's 17.

Still never seen her.
Well, she was here
and now she's dead.

Look, I was back here all night.
I'd know if she was sitting at the bar.

Maybe one of the waitresses. Julie!

You seen this one?

Sure. She was here last night with,
uh, that lug Kurt what's-his-name,
with the tattoos.

He was knocking the tequila back
like it's New Year's in Tijuana.

Sounds like fun.
Oh, yeah, a real whoop-de-do.

First she says he can go "F" himself.
Then he says she can go "F" herself.

He goes to the little boys',
she goes for the door and then
she tells me I can tell him he can go...

Yeah. We get the picture.
What time was that?

- Maybe 10:00.
- Did he go back to his table?

Yep. And he didn't miss a beat.
Ordered a double. I kept 'em
coming till around midnight.

- And before he turned into a pumpkin?
- Left with some babe
I've never seen before.

Real silicon city, but, uh,
I doubt he remembers.
What did he do?

Probably nothing.
Thanks.

[Rodgers]
Strangulation, knife wounds.

Subdural hematomas are severe enough
to make me think that she was
unconscious when he strangled her.

Less fuss, less muss.
Well, from the lack of ligature marks
or defensive wounds,

I'd guess the fun started
once she was out cold.

How do guys get this sick?

I think it has something
to do with Mom.

Anyway, this guy
had a way with a knife.

Wounds are limited
to the victim's breasts,
some kind of weird pattern.

You don't see that every day.
So I let my fingers do the walking.

Brooklyn, five years back.
Girl disappears without a trace
on her way home from the library.

Her body's dumped,
bludgeoned, raped, strangled...
And slashed.

Yeah. The slash marks on
Sally Galan's breasts and those
on the Brooklyn girl are close.

- How close?
- Close enough for a maybe.

The lab's running D.N.A. On
the semen samples. I'll let you know.
[Briscoe] Thanks.

Five year separation.
Not exactly Son of Sam or Zodiac.
Maybe he was out of town.

Or maybe wejust haven't found
the bodies. You know how many
teenage girls go missing.

The guy the Galan girl
spent the weekend with?

Oh, a real sweetheart.
Yeah. With a real alibi.

Well, I'll set you up
with this Detective Goldstein
who worked the Brooklyn girl.

Meanwhile, let's not press
the public panic button just yet.

[Man]
You ever have one that won't go away?
More than one.

Sorry to hear that.
Holly Pinkston was mine.

Eighteen, pretty as a picture,
straight A's.

She left the stacks with an armload
of books about Napoleon.

Ran into a girlfriend,
yak about this and that,
head home, that's it.

So there was no ransom call?
Nothing.

Not until a couple of alkies
prowling an abandoned warehouse
in Red Hook found her body.

Cut, beaten, raped
and strangled.

Librarian said there was this guy
in the stacks of the European history
department around the same time.

Department artist made a sketch;
none of the bookworms
could ever place him.

- And you never found the guy?
- I didn't even know if we were
looking for a suspect or a witness.

Hey, we're gonna need
a copy of that sketch.

Yeah, that's him.
[Green]
Who?

He sat right there Sunday night.
And Sally Galan and her
tattooed friend were where?

Right here.
Is he the one who...

Did he talk to Sally?

Barely talked to me.
Just, "shot and a beer."

You know,
he was kind of creepy.

Creepy how?

I don't know.
I work in a bar.

Guys flirt with me,
especially guys by themselves.
This one just stared.

At Sally?
Kind oflike at nothing.

I told him I'd run him a tab.
Most customers jump at that.

- But this guy wanted to pay as he went.
- That makes for a quick exit.

He pulled out a roll. It must
have been, like, three inches thick.
Looked like all ones and fives.

You know, when Kurt
got back to the empty table,
after your girl left 'cause of the fight,

this guy was gone too.

Sure. He wanted to give her
his shoulder to cry on.

Did you show this
to Sally Galan's parents?

And they never saw him before.
Neither did her friends, people
in the building or at school.

So we're back to random.
Looks like.
The only issue is how many.

Missing Persons
put this together for us.

The blue pins are
the known homicide victims...
Sally Galan, Holly Pinkston.

The red ones are
missing girls who fit the M.O.

Teens who've vanished
in plain view, no prior history
as runaways,

no ransom demands,
no credit card activity.

We're looking at five boroughs
and Westchester County...
blondes, brunettes, Asians, blacks.

I'm not seeing a pattern here.
In all honesty, neither are we.

Well, someone's
got to know this guy.

So start with the Manhattan pins.
Work your way to the bridges.

[Woman]
Why would I know him?
[Green] Well, there is a chance that...

You think Dana's with him?

Like I said,
there's a chance, Mrs. Quilty.
Well, she'll get tired of him.

I haven't touched her room, you know.

I want it to be just like
she remembers it when she gets back.

You know, it has been
almost a year.

That Elizabeth Smart girl out West,
she came home.

I saw her on the news
playing the harp.
My Dana plays the flute.

She was coming home
from a lesson when sh...

I'm sorry.
I've never seen him before.
Could you do us a favor...

not for your daughter,
but for the missing girls...

would you mind holding on
to that sketch and showing it
to some of Dana's friends?

Those poor girls.

Sophie was really a good kid.

I know that sounds corny, but she was.
She was walking home from practice...

Music?
Basketball.
She's a pretty good two-guard.

They actually recruited her
to play at Marbury Prep.

I don't harbor any illusions.
I know Sophie's dead.

My mother and father know too.
They never could've left the city
if they had any hope.

The hardest thing about it...

is imagining what
some freak did to her.

Have you seen anyone
who looks like this?

[Sighs]
I'm sorry.

You okay?
Yeah.

I'm all right.
It just came back all of a sudden.

I'm sorry, man.
No.

I know you're trying to help.

I'm just going to sit here
for a while.

I'll call you if...

Marbury Prep's on
the Upper East Side, right?

Yeah. Eighty-third and Second.
That's a long walk here,
especially after hoops practice.

Now Bobo's Bar is across town
from Galan's apartment.

The library's gotta be two miles
from the Pinkston girl's place.

And the flute player disappeared,
what, 50 blocks from home?
So?

So unless all these girls
were training for the marathon...
A cabbie.

Would hit all the boroughs.
And a cabbie would have
a large wad of small bills. Damn.

Twenty-five thousand hacks
in this town.
How come I can never get a cab?

Complaints are third floor.
By the way, that number
doesn't include livery and vans.

You sound like
a "glass-half-empty" kinda guy.
I'm just giving you the stats.

The guy we're looking for is white,
mid-40s, native-born.
Why didn't you say so?

You eliminate the Africans and
the English-as-a-second-language crew,

the number goes down to 1,500.

What about guys who just got
their hack license five years ago?

I'd have to ask Mr. Computer.
Then why don't you do that?

Hey, past two years,
I quit the life. Yeah.

Paris Hilton begged me to stay
at her place in the Hamptons.
How could I say no?

Man, cut the crap.
It hurts, okay?

'Cause the idiot brother-in-law
told me the future's in popcorn.
What's wrong with popcorn?

Oh, nothing, at a movie.
He wants to start stores,
like Starbucks.

Charge a lot, he says.
The morons will eat it up like it's...

Like popcorn?
Exactly. So I mortgage
the house, quit the job.

We open up one store
and never get out from under.

And after all this,
the wife calls me a bum,
takes everything I got left.

All right. You want to tell me
where you were Sunday night?
Right here,

minus a paycheck 'cause
the commissar there gave me
a vehicle that wouldn't start.

[Briscoe] Is that right, chief?
Nothing wrong with that vehicle.
He flooded the engine.

- Cossack!
- If somebody doesn't give me a straight
answer, I'm gonna lock everybody up.

He was here.

[Briscoe] We're talking to
all the cabbies, Mr. Bruner.
Where were you Sunday night?

I asked you a question,
Mr. Bruner.

Mr. Bruner, you're going to
have to tell us where you were
on the night of the 23rd.

Twenty-third.
That was a Sunday.
[Briscoe] Good.

Now that we've synchronized
our calendars, where were you?

Here.

Anybody visit you,
Mr. Bruner?

- Here?
- Yes... here.

No.
[Briscoe]
Any phone calls?

- No phone.
- No TV either. So how'd
you spend the evening?

What do you mean?
[Briscoe] You read a book,
you do a crossword puzzle?

- No.
- So you just sat here
by yourself in the dark?

Why would I sit in the dark?

Do you want some cheese?

Put it down.

- The Gouda?
- Drop it.

You know, I'd feel a whole lot more
comfortable if we talked somewhere
where there weren't any sharp objects.

I can get you a lawyer, Mark.

Why would I need one, Ed?

If you had enough to charge me,
you would have. You didn't.

So why should we waste
anyone's time?

You sound like you've been
through this before.

I got an "A" in citizenship.

And I'm very proud of you.

You know,
I can't help but wonder...

and this may just be the cop in me...
but I'm a little curious.

I'd really like to know...

why you knocked this girl out
before you raped her.

I mean, how much fun
could that be?

Wasn't me.

[Chuckles]
I mean, she's just
layin' there in the cab,

or wherever,
almost like she's dead.

I mean, the only thing
I can think of is that you
didn't want her to see...

See what?
Come on, man.

Both of us have
been in locker rooms.
Some dudes got it, some don't.

And girls these days,
they've been around, some of them.
They know the difference.

Yeah, I guess if a teenage girl
were laughing at you,

it would be a whole lot easier
just to smack her first.

[Chuckling]

What?
[Chuckling Continues]

Oh, I like you.

[Julie]
The guy I saw,
he must have shaved that day.

Sorry. It's the best we can do.

- Number four, I guess.
- You sure?

Pretty sure.
Look at him a little longer, Julie.

Four. I'm positive.

That's the magic word.
Read Mr. Bruner his rights.

Docket number 2308...
People v. Bruner, Mark P.
One count murder in the first degree.

Jessica Sheets, assigned 18-B counsel
on behalf of Mr. Bruner.

- How does Mr. Bruner plead?
- Not guilty.

In addition to the instant crime,
the defendant is implicated
in a homicide in Kings County.

That's very interesting,
but it doesn't get you to murder one
in this state, counselor.

We can make a case
for torture, Your Honor.

And am I glad I'm not the one
to hear the details.

Due to the heinous nature of the crime,
the People request remand.

Ms. Sheets?
Defense takes no position on bail.

Remand it is, then.

Cart before the horse, Jessica.
I won't talk plea until we know
the extent of your client's crimes.

Bruner's D.N.A.
Matched semen found both on
Sally Galan and the girl in Brooklyn.

And two's not good enough for you?
Not if one of them
isn't in my jurisdiction.

We're still waiting to
talk to the Brooklyn D.A.
About consolidation.

You know, I don't get you people.
I'm serving up a murderer on a platter.
Take the death penalty off the table.

How many murderers
have you defended, Jessica?

I don't have that many fingers.
Then it must've crossed your mind...

that Bruner's M.O. Suggests
he might be a serial offender.
Evidence, Jack.

You need facts, not suggestions.

There was a five-year gap
between Sally Galan
and Holly Pinkston.

Bruner was on the street
all of that time.
You've got to suspect...

Add your suspicions to his suggestions,
it makes for a great gothic tale,
not a case.

If he tells us
about any other murders,
I'll reexamine the death penalty.

You didn't ask for bail, Jessica.

- You must know...
- I know a lot of things.

I know I defended a father
who raped and murdered
his 11 -year-old daughter.

I've defended a guy
who for no apparent reason
walked into a grocery store,

shot 12 innocent people
with an Uzi.

Right now, I've got a kid
who decapitated his mom,

hung her head on a stick
outside of his church.

All the scum of the Earth,
they send 'em my way.
I do my best for them. But this guy...

So you're turning down my offer?

You know I have no choice.

Damn it.

- All you have to do is...
- I can't!

Mark Bruner scares
the socks off of me, Jack.

How am I supposed
to represent someone...

that I'm scared to death
to be in the same room with?

Did he threaten you?

My motion to be relieved.
I know you have to oppose it, but...

do you really have to win?

Appointment to the 18-B
assigned counsel pool comes
with its disadvantages, Ms. Sheets.

I'm aware of my responsibilities...
You bought a ticket;
now you've got to see the show.

The People do not oppose
the motion, Your Honor.

Of course you don't oppose it.
If she walks, the only one who
gets hurt is the defendant.

I assure you that did not
influence my decision.

Oh, a prosecutor with a heart.
Mm-mm. Ain't that sweet.

If I grant her motion,
all you've gotta do is tell the jury
that Mr. Bruner's first attorney resigned.

The big inference they'll draw from that
is that he's guilty and she knew it.

Ms. Sheets's prior involvement in
the case wouldn't be relevant at trial.

So you say now.
Okay, tell me why?

I cannot represent Mr. Bruner
with the zealousness required by
the Canons of Ethics.

Tell me why.

Counsel assured me that defending
Mr. Bruner would in and of itself
be a violation of the Canons.

- I asked her.
- For obvious reasons,
I can't be specific.

And what does your client
think of this?
I doubt he'll oppose.

Put it in writing.

We'll let Legal Aid
sort out this mess.

They don't earn enough
to worry about ethics.

Oh, next time, try the avgolemono.
It's the best in the city.

Tim Schwimmer, Legal Aid Society,
representing Mark Bruner.

What can I do for you, counselor?
It's what I'm gonna do for you.
[Speaking Greek]

I'm impressed.
Married to a Greek girl
for a minute, a thousand years ago.

I'm sure Ms. Sheets told you
we're not talking deal.
Oh, why would I deal?

He's gonna get the best defense
money can't buy.

There's a unique approach...
Legal Aid crying poverty.

The few, proud, the underpaid.

The always popular
motion to suppress.

I apologize in advance
for the smudges. It was either
a laser printer or a microwave.

The office vote was unanimous.
[Speaking Greek]

The cops screwed up, Jack.
The I.D. Never sees the light of day.

Sure, the witness picked my client
out of a lineup. That was only after
she'djust seen his picture.

A photo array, I presume?
Well, you'd think,
wouldn't you?

One picture does not
an array make.

It was a sketch made
by a police artist.

A damn good one,
computer enhanced.

It was not a photographic
likeness, Your Honor.

It was good enough
to suggest to the witness.

United States v. Crews,
the Supreme Court ruled that
court I.D. S are permissible...

even where the witness's
recollection may have been tainted
by viewing a photo beforehand.

The Crews court found
another basis for that I.D. That...

In this case, the witness
observed the defendant at her
place of work for several hours.

The lineup I.D. Is based
on that observation.

Prompted by an accurate
computer likeness ofhis face.

I fail to see the difference
between that and a photograph.

Neither do I. The I.D. Is out.

- In that case, the D.N.A., being fruit
of the illegal identification, should also...
- Don't.

Don't press it, Mr. Schwimmer.

I know you.
That's my problem.

Oh, come on. You're going to hold
my brilliant legal mind against me?

It wasn't so much your brilliance
as Judge Karan's idiocy.

Look, I respect
what you do, Mr. Schwimmer.
It doesn't mean I have to like you.

Let me tell you about me.
I grew up in Lakeview.
Look at a map sometime.

I'll be damned if I can find
a lake anywhere in Queens,
but that's beside the point.

City College, then on
to teaching algebra to kids
whose only interest in math...

was counting the notches on their guns.
Well, now you get to represent
those kids all grown up.

Do you think Legal Aid
was my first choice?

The problem is,
after Fordham Law at night,
Wall Street didn't exactly open its arms.

Looked to me like you were
having a grand old time.

Hey, I don't have to second seat anyone.
You should think about it.

I prefer my killers behind bars,
thank you.

I never thought I'd win that motion.
Well, then why did you make it?

Practice.
I wish you'd saved it
for a more deserving client.

Are you kidding?
What could be a better career boost
than a serial killer?

F. Lee Bailey had the Boston Strangler.
I've got Mark Bruner.

Excuse me.

He's obnoxious is what he is.

He only wants to make
a name for himself so he can
move on to seven-figure criminals.

The job of a congressman
is to become a senator.

The job of a senator
is to become president.

Everyone does what they do
for the wrong reasons,

but somehow
the whole system works.

That's politics, not law.
Same difference.

Oh, really?
What's your secret ambition?

It wouldn't be a secret then,
would it?

[Phone Ringing]

Jack McCoy's office.

Yes, Mr. Schwimmer, it's me.

Because I was closer
to the phone, that's why.

Fine.

Schwimmer wants to talk
tomorrow morning... with Bruner.

Here comes the plea.
F. Lee Bailey didn't make a career
for himself cutting deals.

Every once in a while
even a congressman has to
listen to his constituents.

[McCoy] Nothing has changed.
Twenty-five to life, two counts,
running consecutively.

And that's only if you describe your life
in detail for the past five years.

- That's absurd.
What's in it for him?
- At least you didn't say you.

She doesn't like me.
What's in it for your client
is that he doesn't die.

- Everybody dies.
- Most people don't have a judge decide when.

Oh. I'm bored.

So add a little excitement.
Tell me if there were any other girls.

Yeah. Sure. Why not?

I'm sorry.

You'll have to be more specific.

Fifteen, sixteen. Who counts?

Okay, death penalty's gone?

- Not yet.
- The best was this little blonde.

I don't think she was 15.

What's a mother doing letting
a kid that age out at night alone?

I want a name, a location.

He doesn't believe me.

If you want to live,
I'll need specifics.

Where is the body
you just told us about?

Right with all the others.
And where is that?

That wasn't part of the deal.

Besides, spilling all the beans,
what fun would that be?

I'll need some kind of confirmation.

Confirmation?

[Laughing]

Hell, just ask my lawyer.

Shut up, Mark.
[Bruner Laughing]

He doubts my credibility.

That's what you lawyers say, isn't it?

Go ahead. Ask him.

- And why would I believe him?
- Don't say...

Because he saw them,
that's why.

[Laughing Continues]

You sure he isn't lying?
[McCoy]
I saw his lawyer's face.

Yeah. Who is that
stupid S.O.B. Anyway?

Tim Schwimmer, Legal Aid.
And he isn't exactly stupid.

- He listened when his client told
him about 15 other murders?
- Yes.

He confirmed that his client
was telling the truth by
taking a peek at the bodies?

Yes.
Okay, then what's
dumber than stupid?

Now can I assume
that you told Mr. Schwimmer
this wasn't the time for heroics?

Of course.
But he takes the attorney-client
privilege seriously.

Yeah, and I'm betting
he doesn't have any kids.

If all Schwimmer wants to do
is make a name for himself,

he's lucky that the parents
of those missing girls
don't know what he's up to.

You know what?
His luck just ran out.

What the hell is this?
[Engine Shuts Off]

- I always was partial to alliteration.
- And I'm partial to staying alive.

Negotiations between defense counsel
and the prosecutor's office
are supposed to be confidential.

A story like that
was bound to leak to the press.

And I assume you did your best
to prevent that?
Assume what you want.

You know how many
death threats I've gotten?

There are parents outside my office
holding signs. They are throwing eggs,
rocks, God knows what.

I'll prosecute them, Mr. Schwimmer,
and then you can represent them.

How does it go?
What goes around...
I'm in the right here.

What's right is to let the parents
of hundreds of missing girls...

know if their children
are dead or alive.

Look, what I did was stupid.
I know that. But my hands are
tied here. You know that.

This morning was the News.

I wouldn't be shocked
if this afternoon was the Post.
Tomorrow, the Times.

Have a nice day.
H-Hold on.

Look, I tried to get Bruner
to waive the privilege.

You want to try
your hand at it, be my guest.

Now this is what I call fun.

It's not meant to be.
Well, it is.

You coming to me begging.

Oh, how I wish you hailed my cab.

Sure. You'll hide behind
that mask of virtue.

Serena.
Serena.

Serena.

No. Don't get him upset,
not until we get what we want.

I know something you don't know.

I'll promise right now
in front of your attorney...

to remove the death penalty
from consideration.

Now where have I heard this before?

And no matter how many
counts of murder you're convicted of,
the sentences will run concurrently.

That's 25 years, Mark.
At least, after that you'd
be up for parole...

That's a joke.
[McCoy]
Then just give us the names.

- The parents of a lot of missing girls
want to know if...
- No. Let them suffer.

I'm gonna sit in a cell
the rest of my life anyway.

Not if you don't tell us, you won't.

[Bruner, Chuckling]
Tough guy. Go ahead, McCoy.
You charge me with whatever you got.

Life without... death...
You see, really, I don't care.

I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll confess right now.

Let's go straight to sentencing.

Any jury in their right mind would vote
to stick a needle in my arm.

And you know what I'll do then?
I'm gonna take every appeal
required by law and then some.

And then, in 12 years time,
when you're playing shuffleboard
in Miami Beach,

then maybe I'll think about telling
whoever's sitting in that seat
where they can find the bodies.

You would so enjoy
seeing them too.

Just ask him.

Hmm?
All piled up, nice and neat,

hidden behind lock and key.

They don't smell so sweet,
but they are a beautiful sight.

Aren't they?

[Laughing]

[McCoy]
Let's go.

Feel free to come back anytime.

There isn't any point.
Sure there is.

You can't take your eyes off me.

Truth is, without me,
you wouldn't exist.

I'm the un-you.

[Laughing]

He makes you glad Pataki
reinstated the death penalty.

Bruner's the poster child
for eliminating mandatory appeals.

What do you always say to me?
"Don't let the defendant..."
Call Van Buren.

Have Schwimmer arrested.
Excuse me?

Bruner said the bodies
were under lock and key.

That means when Schwimmer went to
look at them, he unlocked the door.

And when he left,
he locked it back up.

In other words,
he helped cover up multiple felonies.

Charge him
as an accomplice to murder.

We want Schwimmer.!

We want Schwimmer!
We want Schwimmer!

You know,
they're not entirely wrong.

Timothy Schwimmer,
you're under arrest for aiding
and abetting multiple murders.

You have the right to remain silent.
You're sick.!

How can you protect that bastard?
Anything you say can be used
against you in a court oflaw.

You have the right to an attorney.
I think he knows that part, Ed.

Let's go out this way.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be...

Fifteen years
I've been at Legal Aid.

I gotta tell ya... This is the most egregious
abuse of the prosecutor's office
I've ever seen.

Your client covered up a crime.
He tampered with evidence.

And let me guess...
Said enumerated felonies
will all disappear...

if he violates
his obligation to his client.

These are the Canons, Ms. Weiss.

Show me the section where it says...

that counsel has to tiptoe
through the fruits of his client's labors.

He was curious.
Rap his knuckles.

But the bottom line is
one law can't force him to do
what another one says he can't.

What your client did
was a clear violation of the law.

He's one of the good guys.
Now you're going to ruin his life?

You want to talk about
ruined lives?

Let's talk about
the hundreds of people gathered
outside your office as we speak.

Mr. McCoy...
Forget it, Wendy.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy.
I just can't do it.

I thought all true believers
went the way of vinyl records.

Schwimmer's just putting on
a show for his bosses.

He'll put his career
into perspective soon enough.

What career?
He works for Legal Aid,
for crying out loud.

A couple of crying parents on the stand,
Schwimmer will fold before our eyes.

And ethics be damned.
Exactly. I can't imagine anyone
in their right mind...

going to prison to protect Bruner.

You're awfully quiet?
I guess I'm closer to
the ivory tower than you.

We represent the People
of the State of New York, Serena.

They want to know which 15 girls
have been tortured, raped
and murdered by Bruner.

And the point I'm trying to make
is if you walk into that courtroom,
you're not trying Tim Schwimmer.

You're trying the system.
Well, maybe it's time.

Besides, this will
never go to verdict.

How do you suppose the story
got to the papers anyhow?

Stop. I don't want to
hear about it.

[Woman]
It's going on five years.

Michelle was working at
the Metropolitan Museum
after school.

She was already
accepted at Brown.

She was going to major
in Art History.

What time did Michelle
usually get off work?
7:00.

She was home by 7:30,
quarter to 8:00 at the latest...

depending on how
difficult it was to get a cab.

And the last time you saw her?

The morning of May 16.

I had the flu.

When she left for school,
she stuck her head in my bedroom
and asked if she could pick up dinner.

But she never
got home that night?
No.

- And she never called?
- No.

Wrote a letter?
No.

At first we thought she went off
with friends to Atlantic City...

or someplace
we wouldn't allow her to go.
And then?

After a day,
we called the police...
Missing Persons...

and they told us
a lot of times teenage girls
leave home for no apparent reason.

They're mad at their parents,
their parents don't even realize it.

Why did you come to my office,
Mrs. Goddard?

I read in the papers
that Mr. Schwimmer...

might know where Michelle is.

You bastard!

[Weiss] Objection.
Michelle might be dead.

He knows.

- That's enough, Mrs. Goddard.
- [Mrs. Goddard]
The law shouldn't protect him.

The law should protect Michelle.

- Approach, Your Honor.
- I just want to bury my baby.

That's Mr. McCoy's fifth witness,
and we still don't have one stitch
of incriminating evidence.

The jury should see the effect of
Mr. Schwimmer's criminal activity.

Which is impossible unless we know
for sure the witnesses' daughters are,
in fact, Mr. Bruner's victims.

Which is impossible as long
as the defendant chooses
to keep his mouth shut.

Sorry, Mr. McCoy.
You've rung the emotion bell
long enough.

Now try ringing
the evidentiary one.

We don't get to choose our cases.

A call comes in from the court,
your name is up, it's your case.

So you've handled
murder cases before?

No. This was my first.
Before that I was in
the property damage pool.

Graffiti? That must have
prepared you for a multiple
homicide defense.

I thought it did.
I thought the law is the law;
a trial's a trial.

But it's not?

Dealing with life and death,
no, it's not.

So when you were doing property
damage cases, did you go out
to the scene of a crime?

No. The photos were typically
sufficient to mount a defense.

Then what in the world comp...
I wish I knew. I've been
beating myself up ever since.

When Bruner first told me
about the bodies, I couldn't believe
one man could...

I thought in order to be able
to negotiate an equitable deal
I should confirm his story.

Did you knowingly violate any statute
of the State of New York?

Of course not. More than anything,
I'd love to be able to tell the prosecutors,
the parents, what I know.

But if I did, I would be violating
my obligations as an attorney.

And you take those obligations
seriously, do you?

Of course.

And that's why
you never mentioned...

the 15 or 16 other bodies...

until after Mr. Bruner
told us about them?
I was bound not to.

But, the fact is,
he told us about them.

That's right.
He told you they existed,
not where or who they are.

If I disclosed that,
I would be in violation of my...

The Canons of Ethics,
I know, I know.

You are aware that Mr. Bruner...

has already confessed
to two murders, aren't you?
Of course.

And he has already been
sentenced to die by lethal injection,

isn't that correct?
Yes.

So...

who's it going to hurt?

Certainly not Mr. Bruner.

Not the families of the missing girls.

Not me.
Not thejudge or thejury.

That leaves only one person,
Mr. Schwimmer. You.

You're wrong!

Look, under the circumstances
it might sound ridiculous,

but if I disclose what I know,
we all get hurt.

This whole thing,
this entire legal system,
only works as well as it does...

because I'm doing what I'm doing.

This is exactly why the People
of New York pay my salary.

Now they'd like to
put me in prison for it.

Somehow, Mr. Schwimmer,

I think the People would
overlook your legal indiscretions...

if you told them
what they wanted to know.

[Sighs]
The clerk said the jury
will be back in 10 minutes.

They've got to finish lunch,
don't they?

- Is this really what you want?
- Mr. Schwimmer.

Nothing to talk about,
Mr. McCoy.
It's okay. Give us a minute.

I can't talk to you
without your attorney present.

I'll tell you what.
I'll waive that obligation.

You have to know you lost as
soon as the first crying mother
took the stand.

I only went to law school nights,
but I did learn the basics.

If you could just give us
something, anything...

And if pigs could fly...

Back in Lakeview,
I loved to go to the movies.

I'd sit there all afternoon
with this enormous box ofJujyfruits.

[Chuckles]
First I'd pick out the red ones,
then the yellow, green.

The blacks I'd give
to my buddy Mel.

Unfortunately,
I don't have that luxury now.

I can't pick and choose
the rules I want to follow
and when to follow them.

If you helped us, I doubt that
any bar association in the country
would even consider disbarring you.

Shame on them.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant,
Timothy Schwimmer,
guilty on all counts.

I guess I misread him
from the beginning.

I'm gonna go home
and get out my vinyl records.

A week in Attica,
he'll talk.

I doubt it.
We put the system on trial.
We lost.

Knock on wood.

[Howling]