All language subtitles for Law and order S15E09 - All in the Family

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.

Look at the line. Chicago's
gonna be sold out.

I told you we should've
gotten here earlier.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

If we'd left the house when I wanted to.
I said, I hear you.

Hey, punk. Watch it.

See, this is why I hate
coming into the city.

I'm tired of
your excuses, Bob.

Now, this move
is awin-win.

No. This is a very...

(sun FIRING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

What's the condition
of the victims?

One DOA at the scene, one on
the bus on the way to the OR.

Is he gonna make it?

Shot in the abdomen.
He was conscious.

So who's the DOA?

OFFICER: Roman Rybakov,
45, Queens address.

Took one in the chest and
in the back of the head.

We're trying to
reach the next of kin.

You guys
catching this one?

Yeah. Detective Green
from the 27.

This is my partner,
Joe Fontana.

Marley,
Public Information.

What can we do
for you, Lieutenant?

I got two actresses
on a ride-along,

background for
a buddy movie.

Oh. I don't
recognize 'em.

Supposed to be big
on basic cable.

(SIREN WAILING) Anyway, we were
around the corner on Sixth.

They think they might have
seen a person of interest

fleeing the scene.

I owe you one.

Okay, Lieutenant. Looks like
your Hollywood ride-alongs

just became
our witnesses.

Ladies,
I'm Detective Fontana.

I think he was black.

You think?

Well, black
but Hispanic.

You know,
not American.

Cuban, maybe.

He, singular?
Just one shooter?

There were more
than one?

You think the man you saw
with the gun was Hispanic.

You heard an accent?

No, you can just tell.

Something about them
says Hispanic.

Uh-huh, okay.
So, how tall was he?

Oh, I don't know.
How tall is he?

Yeah, I saw 'em.
Them?

Yeah, it was
two dudes for sure.

One of 'em was, like,
real short.

I didn't see anything.

I heard two shots.

I was on the ground by the
time I heard the next two.

Two, and then two more?

Yeah, four. Total.

Look, I really need to
be on my way.

So, over there
on the sidewalk,

is that what they
call "brain matter"?

Yes, as a matter
of fact, it is.

So, you saw someone
get into what you think

may have been
a getaway car.

It was blue.

Or black.
I'm not sure.

And I was turned this
way, facing east.

Actually, that's west.

One guy,
he threw open the door

and hejumped
in the back seat.

It was blue.
A blue SUV.

There you go. Now, that
wasn't hard, was it?

Now, what did
the guy look like?

CHIEF: The Commissioner
wants a daily briefing

so he can apprise His
Honor of your progress.

VAN BUREN: Of course.

Detectives.

Chief.
Chief.

Twenty-seven
eyewitnesses,

and the only thing a majority
agree on is four shots fired.

So we're looking for a tall,
white, Haitian, Hispanic midget

with maybe an accomplice
who took the subway?

Or, according to the two
starlets that I interviewed,

drove off
in a blue SUV.

By the way,
who are going to make

very believable police officers.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Got a seven
on the survivor.

Ernesto Borges,
Broadmore Medical.

Looks like he's
gonna pull through.

You should be there when
he gets out of surgery.

And if they remove
any rounds,

get them over
to Ballistics.

The boss call, he say, "Somebody sick.
You work?"

I say, "Sure, I work."

lgo in.
I wake up here.

Take it easy.
I didn't see nothing.

Honest.

I'm not gonna
lose my job?

No, you're not gonna lose your job.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You see, we're not interested
in your immigration status,

if that's what you're worried about.
Yeah.

But we are interested in
finding the guy who shot you.

Soifyou remember
anything, call us, okay?

All right. s1.

ED: All right. Later.

The DOA from Queens, Mr.Rybakov?
Yeah?

He's a diamond merchant.
Oh.

No offense
to Mr. Borges,

but I'm guessing that
Rybakov is the real target.

The store manager
tells the Lieutenant

that there's diamonds
missing from the store.

A lot of 'em.

Missing diamonds?
Uh-huh.

A target
and a motive?

I like that.

We received a shipment of 22
uncut blue flawless stones

from Amsterdam
two months ago.

How much is something
like that worth?

Ten thousand
per karat per stone.

I'm talking wholesale,
of course.

Of course.

So, roughly a quarter
of a million dollars?

We cut and polish them
and put them in the safe.

After I heard
what happened to Roman,

I checked our inventory.

Then I called you.

So, you think Mr. Rybakov had
those diamonds with him?

I didn't take them.

Roman often carried
a fortune in stones

from one appointment
to another.

He'd put them
in an envelope,

wrap them in a handkerchief,
stick them in his pocket.

That's pretty casual,
isn't it?

It's a handshake business.

You can't go around
with armed guards.

You have any idea where
he was going yesterday?

I assume lunch with Terry and
Natalie Donner, at their shop.

ED: You assume?

Like every Thursday.

Do you think that Mr. Rybakov was
taking the diamonds to them?

Possibly.
Or somewhere else.

With the Donners,
it wasn't always business.

Sometimes lunch
was just lunch.

And they had lunch together
every Thursday?

For the last 10 years.

TERRY: Who didn't show?

Roman had a good nosh, left us
the stones, and went on his way.

Wait a second.

Are you saying that you do have Mr.
Rybakoxfs diamonds?

Diamonds? What are
you talking about?

His manager told us
he was carrying

about a quarter of
a million dollars worth.

I hope you don't
mind me saying,

but you guys don't seem
to know which end is up.

Roman brought over
42 class-C peridots.

Semi-precious stuff.

Nice,
but worth 20,000 tops.

Did he say where he was
going when he left?

Sure. Something about the
dentist, a loose filling.

Kept complaining
all through lunch.

About his dentist,
lwouldn't know.

You should ask his wife.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Yes, Mom.

Mrs. Rybakov, your
husband told the Donners

that he was on his way
to the dentist,

that he had a problem
with a tooth. Do you...

I don't know anything
about that.

He didn't say
anything to me.

David. Please.

Go ahead, Mama. Ask.

Sit down, please.

Detectives, I need
my husband's body.

When can I
get him back?

Well, Mrs. Rybakov,

when the Medical Examiner's
Office is finished with it...

My father should be buried
within 24 hours after he dies.

Until we bury him, we
cannot begin to mourn him.

(SOBBING) Oh, my God, David,
what are we going to do?

Mama...

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Anything you can do to get him back
for us as quickly as possible.

We'll make the call,
of course.

DAVID: Thank you.

Mrs. Rybakov, if you know where
your husband was going yesterday,

or why he was
carrying the diamonds.

Roman never discussed
business with me.

Really, please, what difference
does it make about diamonds?

He's gone.

(SOBBING)
Mama.

(SHUSHING)
Oh, God.

The slugs recovered
from Borges and Rybakov

were fired
from two different guns.

Hey, what do you know, the kid
with the skates was right.

There were
two shooters.

Speaking of Mr. Borges,
he took a powder.

Checked out
of the hospital.

Social Security's fake.

Probably an illegal. He
didn't know anything anyway.

Innocent bystander,
caught in the crossfire.

You checked
with Rybakov's dentist?

Rybakov “ed
to the Bonnets.

He did not have an appointment
with his dentist.

And according to
the Medical Examiner,

there was nothing wrong
with his fillings.

He didn't want anyone to know where
he was going or what he was carrying.

What do we know
about Rybakov?

So far? He's a
successful businessman,

very influential
in his community.

What community is that?

The Bukharan Jews,
out in Queens.

They're from
the former Soviet Union.

Bukharan?
Mmm-hmm.

It's in Central Asia,
near Afghanistan.

That's a tough
neighborhood.

You thinking
Russian mob?

Soviet immigrant, diamond
merchant, it's worth a look.

I know a detective
in Queens who's Jewish.

You could talk to him.
He'll know this community.

LEVY: I've been
a community liaison officer

with these people
for some time.

They started coming over to
New York in the mid-'80s,

when perestroika
opened things up.

You know them well?

I do and I don't.
These are tough Jews

from a very rough part
of the world. Uzbekistan.

An isolated community
with its own language,

its own customs,
very tight-knit.

Still is. Very difficult for
an outsider to get into.

ED: Orthodox?

Traditional,
but not religious.

And coming up under
the Soviet system,

not a hell of a lot of respect
for authority, either.

Lots of family businesses.
Silk, diamonds, gold.

Those are all cash businesses, right?
Absolutely.

What about ties
to the Russian mob?

Some of them,
definitely.

And let's face it, every
community has its gangsters.

How about
Roman Rybakov?

Definite ganef.

Shady for sure,
and everybody knew it.

After he got shot,
word on the street was

that he may have
had a problem.

Problem with
the Russians?

The Russians, the
Albanians, the Columbians,

the Dominicans,
the rumors are flying.

I did get a line
on the man's lawyer

who must have sent his kids
to college on this Rybakov.

Three words, Detectives, and I'm
sure you've heard them before.

Attorney-client
privilege?

Don't you love it when you
can just cut to the chase?

All right, let's see.

I can tell you this much,

Roman wasn't headed
to the dentist.

ED: How do you know?

Because where Roman Rybakov
was going, I was going, too,

and my teeth are just
fine, thank you.

Now, if you'll
pardon me a moment,

I have to
use the facilities.

I'll be back in
exactly three minutes.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

lsaacson and Rybakov
had a 1:00 in Brooklyn.

"Assistant United States
Attorney Mike Warner,

"Criminal Division."

Roman Rybakov was cooperating
with you, Mr. Warner?

Helped us bust open this Russian
diamond scam a mile wide.

Serge Andropov,
and his comrades-in-crime.

Andropov's an up and coming
mobster, a real rising czar.

ED: What was the scam?

You know about
blood diamonds?

The fighting
in West Africa, right?

Right. The rebels sell
stolen diamonds

on the black market
to finance the fighting.

So, now, all legit diamonds
have to have an ID.

So how the scam works is, the Russians
smuggle 'em in from Amsterdam.

And the late Mr. Rybakov
put a cut and polish on them.

Along with a bogus serial
number, nothing but profit.

We're talking millions
of dollars.

Well, apparently Rybakov
was on his way to see you

with a briefcase full of those
diamonds when he got shot.

I wasn't aware of that.

How did you get onto Rybakov
to begin with?

A couple of
anonymous calls.

ED: About the Russians?

About Rybakov.

The tips were
so damn specific.

Diamonds from here
end up there,

this date, that route.

But without an ID
on the snitch,

you can't get
a search warrant.

Didn't need one.

Everything the anonymous
rat said panned out 110%.

Whoever ratted out
Rybakov to the feds

had dates,
times, and places.

Had his comings
and goings to a

Inside stuff. You talk
to his co-worker?

We're working on it. I
cross-referenced his phone calls.

He made a whole bunch of calls
to this club in Brighton Beach.

Brooklyn South Narcotics
raided it a few years back.

Look.

Oh, I know this place.
It's a strip club.

Run by the Russian mob.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

ED: Why don't you
take another look, Cholenko.

I already tell you, I do
not know this Rybakov.

Very sorry.

You do too
know him, Chucky.

Chucky?

Rybakov has this huge
diamond pinky ring.

Comes in all the time with his
friends, the Jewish guys.

They practically
live here.

Really?
Good customers.

They actually know the
difference between presidents.

You mean, between
Jackson and Washington?

Exactly. You put a bill
in my G-string,

make it Andrew,
not George.

Better yet,
make it Ben Franklin.

Well, you know that Franklin
wasn't a president.

He wasn't?
He should've been.

Let's you and I have a little
conversation about this.

Me and you are gonna work on
your memory lapse, Chucky.

Come on.

Good morning, gentlemen.
I'm Detective Green.

This is my partner
Detective Fontana.

What can we do
for you gentlemen?

Which one of you
is Andropov?

That is me.

And you, sir, are?

Egan Ludovic.

Yeah, I recognize you from your picture
at the U.S. Attorney's office.

U.S. Attorney has my picture?
Harassment.

He's right, you know. They're
legitimate businessmen.

We own a strip club.
You should come by.

Yeah, we were just there.

We were asking about your
good customer, Roman Rybakov.

Rybakov?

Shot dead
in broad daylight.

You know,
the same Roman Rybakov

that you're involved with
in the diamond scam.

Diamonds?

The scam you're about to be indicted
for by the Attorney's Office.

Because we know that you knew
that he was cooperating.

Rybakov... Rybakov?

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Oh, yes.

Something happen to him?

I don't read papers.

I don't think you know
how to read at all.

VAN BUREN: So, in addition to being
involved with Russian mobsters,

Mr. Rybakov had a fondness for
ladies other than his wife.

That's right.
But far as we can tell,

his cooperation with the
feds, and the ladies,

was strictly
on the QT.

(CELL PHONE RINGING) Well, I'd say
the Russians found out somehow.

Van Buren.

I think it was
a little pillow talk

between him and one of his
girlfriends from the club.

She gets mad at him
for something,

and rats him out
to the Russians?

Exactly. Wouldn't be
the first time

a girl made an anonymous
call, got a fellowjammed up.

You sound like you're speaking
from personal experience.

All right, thanks.

That was Warner's office.
Mr. Borges?

Our illegal dishwasher.

Our second shooter.

You're kidding?

VAN BUREN: CSU printed
him in the hospital

when they thought they
were going to lose him.

Interpol coughed up a hit.

His real name
is Stefano Granados.

He's wanted in three countries
for contract murder.

Damn. Let me guess,

the place where he worked
never heard of him?

Oh, they've heard
of him, all right.

But if you want details,

you should go talk
to the owner,

one of the Russians
on Warner's hit parade.

I love this job.

KALINOV: Anna? Natalia?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Dishwasher, seemed like
such nice young man.

Who knew?

Leaves me short-handed
on evening shift.

Ivan, a killer uses your
place as cover for a hit,

that makes you an accomplice
to first-degree murder.

If you know someone
who needs work...

You know what?
You talk to him.

If you don't talk,
I'm sure Granados will.

I thought you don't know
where he is.

ED: Oh, we're
gonna find him.

The doctors say in his condition,
he ain't gonna get that far.

Know what I got here,
tovarisch? Hmm?

In about 10 seconds,

I'm going to start smiling
like a village idiot

and peeling off $100 bills
on your shiny brass bar.

What are you
talking about?

And then my partner here
is going to start dropping

"thank you's" and "tell us more"
like there's no tomorrow.

Which means, if your
friends back there

ain't deaf, dumb,
and blind,

you're gonna have
a little trouble.

Don't.

I don't know
why he was here.

I put him on books
as favor.

A favor to who?
Andropov?

Where's Granados?

Here comes
the first C-note.

Is there anything you want
us to tell your widow?

I'll tell you
what I know.

There is this doctor.

DOCTOR: He told me
he was cleaning his gun.

And you bought that?

Law says you have to report
a gunshot wound, Doctor.

I know. This isn't a
misdemeanor, Doctor.

This is a serious offense.

We're gonna arrest you, and
you're gonna lose your license.

Oh, man.
What can I do?

What can you do? You can
tell us all you know,

that's what you can do, and we won't
take you out of here in cuffs

in front
of your patients.

If you cooperate, you might
be able to cut a deal

with the D.A.

Okay, okay. He paid me
20 grand in cash.

Do you know where we can
find Stefano Granados?

Did he leave a number?
An address?

No, but I heard him confirming
a flight on his cell.

He's flying to Bogota
later today.

I told him he was in no shape
to fly, but he wouldn't listen.

That's all I know.

I swear.

You better go call
your lawyer, bro.

Granadosjust paid 20 Gs
cash for a bulletectomy,

I don't think he's gonna
be standing in line

waiting for a commercial
flight, do you?

Mmm-mmm.

I'm gonna check private
flights with the FAA.

Hey, give me that bag.

Come here, come here.

Get out. Get over.

(YELLS)

Stefano Granados, you have
the right to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

And you understand the charges
against you, Mr. Granados?

Si.

How do you plead? He pleads
not guilty, YourHonoL

Given the defendant's medical
condition and immigration status...

We don't
oppose remand, Judge.

So ordered.

Protective custody,
awaiting trial?

So ordered.

Ms. Southerlyn,
Counselor.

Have a better one.

We have a pretty good idea who hired
your client to kill Mr. Rybakov.

Then you should arrest
that person and ask him.

But like I said, my client
isn't interested in a plea.

How do you know
till you hear it?

Go ahead, Jack,

offer him a misdemeanor
gun beef and six months.

He'll pass,
because otherwise

he's gotta cooperate
against the Russians.

If you're concerned
for his safety,

we can put him
in witness protection.

You'll bring his parents and
six brothers and sisters up

from Nicaragua?

If not, it's gonna be chain-saw
night at casa Granados.

How did he get shot?

A stray slug, ricochet.

What happened
to the diamonds?

Did your client take them
from the scene?

I have no knowledge of any diamonds,
and neither does my client.

Now that I can tie
Andropov to a homicide.

You can tie him?

Mr. Branch,
if Granados cooperates,

he can give us
the other shooter.

With the other shooter, I can roll
up Andropov's whole organization.

Mr. Warner, what do you
really have here?

Conspiracy to defraud?
Tax evasion?

Violation of the federal
import-export laws?

I mean, you can't make a homicide
case out of this and we can.

All right.
Charge him with murder.

Maybe he'll deal the rest of his
crew on the diamond smuggling.

We know Rybakov took the
diamonds from the safe,

and we know he “ed
to the Bonnets

about where
he was going that day.

Someone obviously knew
where he was going.

JACK: If we can
identify that person,

we'd have a better idea of how
the Russians set up the hit.

And may I suggest you two
work together on this?

There's just no sign
of Rybakoxfs diamonds.

And your eyewitness
statements

don't even mention anyone
going near the bodies.

If this even
was a robbery.

I mean, if Rybakov told
anyone where he was going,

I just can't find it.

There's got to be another
layer to the onion.

We just have to figure
out how to peel it.

Hey, Mike...
Rybakov's attorney?

Svi lsaacson.

His offices are
in Brooklyn, right?

Court Street
just off Joralemon. Why?

Brooklyn's
a 718 area code.

Rybakov's house LUDs
show a call to a 212.

And the phone's registered to a
Mark Edleburg, attorney-at-law.

If Rybakov hired
another lawyer,

I'm sure I would've
heard about it.

Maybe Rybakov felt lsaacson
was compromised in some way.

Maybe hejust
couldn't tell you.

If you didn't want to discuss
the matter, Mr. Edleburg,

why on earth did you let your
secretary set up this meeting?

Part courtesy,
part curiosity.

Iwondered why the big, bad
Manhattan D.A.'s office

would interest itself in a
lowly matrimonial matter.

Matrimonial? What are
you talking about?

You remember Domestic Relations
Laws from law school.

Divorce, alimony, custody.

Any of this
ring a bell?

Roman Rybakov
wanted a divorce?

Roman? Never met
the late Mr. Rybakov.

I represent his widow,
Mrs. Zina Rybakov.

Many things can happen
in a marriage.

Some you live with.

Others, you simply
cannot forgive.

You were
married 20 years.

Yes, my vows
were sacred to me.

That's why I put up
with it for so long.

It?

The lies, the deceit,
the humiliation.

The girls at the club.

And the gangsters that
Roman did business with.

This was something new?

Well, no, I knew about that part of
Roman's life long before I married him.

His whole family was,
you know.

They were mobsters.

But there was never
any violence

until he began
with the Russians.

Those people scared me.

So, you knew about
the illicit diamond scheme.

Is that why you asked
for a divorce?

I was very frightened
for my children.

The kids are getting older,
he's getting in deeper,

the company he's keeping
is getting rougher.

And she's
finally had enough.

I think she's the one who dropped a
dime on him with the U.S. Attorney.

The anonymous calls
to Warner's office?

They came from a pay
phone in Zina's mikvah.

Mikvah?
Pardon my ignorance.

Ritual cleansing baths
for Orthodox Jewish women.

Zina Rybakov set her
husband up to go to jail?

For his own good.

Then why hire Edleburg?

She makes the calls.

Months later, he's still
walking the streets,

she puts two
and two together

and figures he's
cooperating with the feds

and that he's not going to
be going away after all.

So she retains Edleburg.
Using what for money?

All the family's assets
were in his control.

She knew the combination
to the store safe.

The missing diamonds.

A quarter of
a million dollar nest egg.

Roman Rybakov never
had the diamonds on him.

She could have taken them
at any time.

(PHONE RINGING)

Southerlyn.

We'll be right there.

Granados' attorney.

MOLLOY: I received a call from
my client's cousin in Nicaragua.

His family has
left the country.

They're in a safe place.
He's ready to deal.

You wired them money?

I bought them bus tickets
to Tegucigalpa.

Go ahead.

What do you want
to know?

Who hired you to
kill Mr. Rybakov?

Clemente got the call.

Clemente?

Paolo Clemente,
the other shooter.

He talked to
the Russians, not me.

They set it up.

Then you're really
not much good to us.

Unless you can
give us Clemente.

He can give you Clemente,
no problem.

Murder two.
20-to-life.

Is that the best
you can do?

For a contract murder?
Count your blessings.

We want the exact deal you
gave Granados, only better.

Granados gave us
your client.

What's he got to offer?

The man who hired
the hit on Rybakov.

Sergei Andropov?

CHAGALS: Do we
have a deal?

Twenty-to-life,
not a day less.

That's not better.

We'll arrange for him to serve
his time in a better facility.

How would that be?

(WHISPERING)

Andropov.
He hired me.

I hired Stefano.

You spoke to him directly?
No intermediary?

Si. I spoke with
Sefior Andropov myself.

I told him, certainly the jeweler
can be eliminated, but...

SERENA: What happened
at the scene?

How did Granados
get shot?

Andropov said
no loose ends,

so after Stefano shot the
jeweler, I shot Stefano.

We find ourselves
in the enviable position

of having an overabundance
of charges and evidence

against Mr. Andropov.

My client's looking
for a big drop-down

from the top count,
Mr. McCoy.

Let me explain the facts of life, Mr.
Laval.

We go up the food chain,
not down.

Wheel man, shooter,
button man, chief.

You think Mr. Andropov is
all there is to this?

Unless you're offering up
Vladimir Putin.

What he's got is more in the
line of a lateral move.

He gets what everyone
else got, 20-to-life,

and we could talk
about where.

(WHISPERING)

Why did you have
Mr. Rybakov killed?

He was snitch. Selling
us out to save his skin.

JACK: How did
you find out?

Jeweler's wife.

Mrs. Rybakov?
What about her?

She told us her husband
was talking to the feds.

She told you how?

She called, anonymously.

Told us how to get to her
husband, when, where.

She called you
anonymously?

We figured it out.
It had to be her.

Who else knew?

You talked
to her personally?

My associate,
Egan Ludovic.

And he'll testify?

Unfortunately,
Egan is in Russia now.

He thought it prudent
to leave country.

So we're just supposed to take your
word about these conversations

between your associate
Ludovic and Zina Rybakov.

You believe
what you want.

If you want to make a deal, Mr.
Andropov,

you better convince us
that your story is true.

You hired two killers
to execute Mr. Rybakov.

They're both in custody.

They'll both testify
against you.

Sure, I hired them.
With her money.

Are you saying Mrs. Rybakov
paid you to murder her husband?

$50,000.

Why would she want to
have her husband killed?

I mean, what's her motive? Why
wouldn't she just divorce him?

Shelooked into that, Arthur,
she even hired a lawyer.

So what's she up to?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

We're sure this Andropov
is on the level?

His story checks out.

Four calls from Zina's mikvah
to the Russian social club.

And over
the last few months,

cash withdrawals of more than
$100,000 from Zina's accounts.

So she did pay
the Russians.

Well, it looks that way.

On the other hand, Andropov
never spoke with Zina directly.

She never solicited him
to kill her husband.

No. She just dealt
with his associate.

Andropov can still testify
as a co-conspirator.

You know,
in a perfect world

we'd have this
other Russian gangster

dotting the "I's"
on this one for us.

I'd settle for an arrest
warrant for Mrs. Rybakov.

L-le'slyir19-

I never met
this Andropov.

I never gave the Russians
any money for anything.

Certainly not
to kill my husband.

You called
the federal authorities

about your
husband's activities.

My husband was doing
business with mobsters.

Zina.
No, please.

With mobsters.

I did that to
protect my family.

You wanted him to
go to prison.

And when he made a deal
with the feds instead,

you called
the Russians directly,

told them what
your husband was doing,

and that he was going
to testify against them.

I wanted them to
leave my husband alone.

You wanted him dead.

No. I thought that when they
realized what he was doing,

when they realized what he was
telling to the government,

that they would panic,
go back to Russia.

If you wanted to
be rid of your husband,

why didn't you just go
forward with the divorce?

That would not have
protected my children.

You could have moved.

In her community, she would
also have needed a get

to move her children
even a block away.

A yer;

GREENBLATT:
A religious divorce.

In Orthodox Judaism,
only the rabbinical court,

the bet din, can grant a
dissolution of the marriage.

Then she should
have applied to that body.

GREENBLATT: She did.
SERENA: And?

I'm waiting for it
to happen.

GREENBLATT: So why would she
want to kill her husband?

Her civil divorce is
in the works,

her religious divorce
was pending.

It was all just
a matter of time.

You have to understand,
Mr. McCoy,

that the bet din
does not grant the get.

The husband does.

The bet din talks to the
husband, reasons with him.

And if he refuses?

Without the husband's consent,
their hands are tied.

Mrs. Rybakov's lawyer
told us

that she was still
waiting for a decision

at the time
of her husband's death.

She might have had to wait
for the rest of her life.

He said no?

We appealed to him to give
his wife what she wanted.

What can I say?

He was not inclined
to let her go.

And there was no way
to force him?

Even though he was a known
adulterer and a criminal?

It's not for me
to judge.

Hardly seems fair.

The process
favors the husband.

This is a tradition,
thousands of years old.

And without a get, where
does that leave the wife?

She would remain agunah,
a woman in chains.

Unable to break free
of her marriage.

Even if she got
a civil divorce?

She would still be unable to
remarry within our community.

Or to retain custody
of her children.

If Mrs. Rybakov was
unable to obtain a get,

is there any other way
that she could have

extricated herself
from this marriage?

If she became a widow.

CLEMENTE: We followed Sefior
Rybakov when he left the shop.

Stefano was
in front of me.

He shot Rybakov once
in the chest,

and stepped up and shot him
again, in the back of the head,

very close,
just to make sure.

What did you do?

I shot Stefano.
Twice.

The second shot missed.

JACK: And then?

I rushed up to him, as if to
help him, and took away his gun,

so it couldn't be
traced back to us.

Why didn't you
shoot him again,

to make sure
he was dead?

There were too many
people, too close.

And I thought
he would die, anyway.

I stood up and walked
away into the crowd.

Nobody stopped me.

Mr. Clemente,

have you ever met my client, Mrs.
Rybakov?

CLEMENT E: No.

Have you ever
spoken to her?

No.

How did you know where
to find her husband?

SefiorAndropov told me.

Nothing further.

ANDROPOV: We knew Rybakov
was in gem business,

we knew he liked
strippers at club.

We approached him.
He was receptive.

JACK: And what did
he do for you?

Cut diamonds, polished, forged
documents, gave them ID number.

And how much was he paid
for these services?

10% of net, about
$200,000 per delivery.

Maybe $2 million
last year?

And how did you discover
that Mr. Rybakov

was cooperating with
the federal authorities?

His wife called us.

You spoke to her?

She spoke to my associate, Mr.
Ludovic.

What was
your understanding

after your conversation
with Mr. Ludovic?

Objection.
Overruled.

I understood Mr. Rybakov was
preparing to testify against us.

And did there come a time
when you learned

where Mr. Rybakov would be
on the day he was shot?

Mrs. Rybakov told Ludovic her
husband had appointment that day.

And you hired two men

to waylay and
kill Mr. Rybakov?

Stefano Granados
and Pack: Chmenke.

And how much did you
pay them for this?

$25,000.

That's a lot of money.

Yes, but Mrs. Rybakov
paid us $50,000.

To kill her husband?

To kill her husband.

Mr. Andropov, the two men you
hired to kill Roman Rybakov,

tell us again how they knew
where to find Mr. Rybakov,

how to recognize him?

I told them.
Showed them pictures.

You told them? Did you
give them the money?

Yes.

Did you tell them
about his standing lunch

with the Donners
every Thursday?

Yes.

And you knew about that lunch
because you knew Rybakov,

knew his habits,

were involved in a criminal
enterprise with him.

No, his wife told us.

Told you?

Told Ludovic.

According to you.

According to you, a
devout mother of four

paid you, a career criminal,
to kill her husband.

Yes.

GREENBLATT: You had a very good reason
of your own to kill him, didn't you?

No. Not really.

A stiff sentence in a federal penitentiary?
Not a good reason?

We might have
done for free,

but why should we, when his
wife is willing to pay for it?

And with your extensive
criminal record,

and in light of
your plea bargain

with the District
Attorney's office,

why should we believe
a word you say?

Nothing further,
Your Honor.

Yes, I called
the federal prosecutor.

You wanted
your husband arrested?

I wanted him stopped.

He was putting us, he was putting
our children in jeopardy.

And when Roman made his agreement
with the federal prosecutor,

did you feel
better protected?

No. Nothing changed.

The women,
the late hours,

the gangsters that he did business with.
Nothing changed.

So, you hired
a divorce lawyer.

A civil divorce
I could obtain,

but I also needed
a religious divorce.

Why?

I would be nothing if I left
my husband without a get.

I would be without friends,
I would be without family.

My own mother and father
would turn their back on me.

I would
lose my children.

My children,
do you understand?

Your husband
would have custody?

Worst than that.

They themselves, if I wanted
to see them, my children,

they would
not want to see me.

Did you ask your husband
for the get?

Many times.

He said it was
out of the question.

He said divorce would diminish
our prestige in the community.

Our prestige.

Everyone knew
what he did for a living,

everyone knew
what he was.

And when he turned you down,
what did you do then?

I took diamonds
from the store safe.

I sold them,
it was not hard.

And what did you do
with the money?

I brought it
to the rabbis

who would hear my plea,
the bet din.

The religious court?

Yes.
I donated $50,000

hoping that they would
use their influence

to put pressure on my husband
to grant me the divorce.

Did you ever
give any money

to Mr. Andropov
or Mr. Ludovic?

No, never.

Did you ask them to
kill your husband?

No, I did not.

Did the rabbis
take your money?

Yes, they did.

Did they apply
the pressure?

They timed.

They went to
the synagogue.

They tried to shame him
before the community.

Did your husband relent?

Did he give you the get?

No. He was by this time
beyond shame.

He didn't care.

The bet din told me there was
nothing more to be done.

Sounds like you had every
reason in the world

to want
your husband killed.

And four very good reasons
not to. My children.

I would never take their
father away from my children,

no matter what he did.

But your husband is dead.

Not by my hand.

The rabbi confirms his synagogue
received the donation

from Mrs. Rybakov.

So Andropov lied
to cut a deal with us?

She had a quarter of a million
dollar slush fund to work with.

I have no doubt she paid
him to hit her husband.

But we can no longer establish
that fact to a certainty.

Zina's testimony
perfectly sets forth

her motive
to kill her husband.

And at the same time undercuts
our case in its entirety.

That woman's
like a wet bar of soap.

The harder we squeeze...

JACK: The guiltier
we know she is,

the more innocent
she seems.

You know, when you come
right down to it,

all Zina Rybakov ever did
was make a phone call.

That set the whole thing
in motion.

She knew exactly
what would happen.

Oh, yeah,
she got the get.

And I tend to
agree with you, Jack,

that morally she's
culpable of the murder.

And legally?

Legally, I don't know what
she's guilty of, exactly,

without credible proof
of payment.

The jury will have
to make that call.

We've gone this far.

Look, we've got
the shooter

and the guy who hired him
behind bars for a long time.

Don't you think
it's beginning

to look like we're
persecuting a poor widow?

A self-made widow.

Ofa gangster.

Look, I'm not suggesting that Mr.
Rybakov deserved to die.

Even though we do tend
to reap what we sow.

I just think
you might want

to put a more magnanimous
face on this thing.

What?

That's just Arthur's way
of barking an order.

JACK: Your Honor,
at this time,

for the reasons
previously discussed,

the People withdraw all
charges against Zina Rybakov.

Counsel is aware that
jeopardy has attached

and this defendant can never
be retried on these charges?

The People are cognizant
of that fact, Your Honor.

Then the People's motion
to dismiss the charges

against this defendant
is granted.

(GAVEL BANGS)

These proceedings
are ended.

She committed a murder
without committing a crime.

She knows exactly
what she did.

And so does every member
of her community.

She won't be persona
non grata to everyone.

There are other women
in her position.

She's a role model?

I imagine there will be
some glasses raised to her

in that neighborhood
tonight.

Yeah, there'll be
some nervous husbands, too.