All language subtitles for Law and order S15E21 - Publish and Perish

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.

Come on,
we're gonna be late.

Hang on, this is
when she comes out.

She does yoga, and she's got
all these awesome outfits.

Sometimes you can even
see her nipples.

Dude, you are so sick.

I know, right?

There she is!
The second window over!

Come on,
what's she doin'?

Well, she's
just lying there.

I think there's
blood on her.

Elevator's out.
You gotta take the stairs.

You know what they say, Earl.
No pain, no gain.

Some suit up there
is asking for you.

Falco?

Nick.

You're Joe Fontana.
Yeah, right.

Yeah, sorry about your partner.
How's he doing?

Well, he's
on the mend, thanks.

Brooklyn North? They keep
you guys busy out there.

Yeah, I figure a few weeks, Manhattan
South Homicide, like a paid vacation.

So, uh, how
you wanna do this?

Well, me, I'm all about
the work, no muss, no fuss.

Me, too.
Good deal.

So, what do we have?

Samantha Savage.

One in the chest.

Samantha Savage,
the porn star?

It's kind of hard to tell with her clothes
on, but yeah, one of the uniforms recognized

a tattoo on her neck.
A broken heart.

Must be a close student of her work.
Who found the body?

Kid who lives
across the street.

Him and his buddy saw her through
the window with binoculars.

Said they were doing a little
bird-watching before school.

I'll bet they were.

The porn world is gonna
be in mourning tonight.

Iwonderwhat
they fly at half-mast?

Now, this may come as a surprise, but
I know all about Samantha Savage.

Why, Lieutenant.

Please. I've got two teenage boys.
She's huge on the web.

Atop-tier
adult video star.

Her autobiography came out a
couple of months back, bestseller.

Next thing you're gonna tell me,
she's on Oprah's Book Club.

You ever seen her billboard
in Times Square?

Real name is
Jackie Norrell,

California driver's license.
Toluca Lake.

What's she doing
in New York?

According to the landlord, she had a
six-month sublet on the apartment.

Time of death?

M.E. says between
8:00 and 10:00 last night.

There were signs of a struggle,
but no forced entry,

so she probably let
the shooter in.

Any help from
the neighbors?

We canvassed the whole building,
got negative results.

What about our two
young birdwatchers?

Well, they claim they never saw
anyone else in the apartment.

The bullet they pulled is a .380.
Iran her through NCIC.

She applied to NYPD last
month for a pistol permit.

I checked with
LA County Sheriff's.

Out there, she has a
permit for a .380.

So, it's possible she got
killed with her own gun.

How about next of kin?

Haven't found one yet,

and she lists her manager
as an emergency contact.

Well, it's late enough,
you can call California.

212 area code.

Him, too.

Personally, I think all these
people should stay in LA.

Samantha came into town to do publicity
for her book. Decided to stay a while.

Is it possible she was trying to get
away from someone on the West Coast?

Someone in her industry?

Iwouldn't know. I didn't handle
that side of her business.

We'll have to look at
all her crazy fan mail.

Most of it's e-mail nowadays.
I'll get it printed out for you.

She had a permit to carry
a gun in Los Angeles.

She had a stalker out there, some
guy who broke into her house.

Well, she applied for a permit
to carry a gun out here, too.

Maybe she was worried
about her father.

He showed up last month at one of her
book signings, bugging her for money.

She had a restraining order
against him in California,

but, you know
what that's worth.

What's his name?
Elston Norrell.

He started doing the
rounds on talk radio

about five minutes
after her body was found.

First stage of grieving.
The media interview.

I loved Jackie with all my heart.
Oh, really?

When was the last time
you saw her?

About a month ago.

We heard you were
asking her for money.

I got medical issues. I might have
asked her for a little help, uh...

Is that a crime?

Your daughter had an order of
protection against you, so, yeah.

That wasn't her idea.

That was the people around her,
trying to turn her against me.

You must have been
pretty pissed off.

She didn't pony up with the
money, ungrateful kid.

If you think I had anything to
do with her death, you're wrong.

I would never hurt
my little girl.

Where were you last night
between 8:00 and 10:00?

I got back to the Y about
7:30, quarter till 8:00.

Stayed in my room
the rest of the night.

Look, it's like I told
those other detectives.

What other detectives?

Those two guys that told me
I had to stop calling her.

They were pretty rude
about it, too.

When'd they
tell you this?

About a month ago, after I saw
Jackie at her book thing.

Like, the next day,
they were all over me.

You remember their names?
They gave me their card.

I checked out
Norrell's alibi.

The Y confirms
that he came in

a little before 8:00 on
the night of the murder,

and no one's
seen him leave.

That's not what I'd call airtight.
What's this about two other detectives?

Mark Wiley and Rick Conlon.
I talked to Wiley,

and he said somebody asked
him to lean on Norrell.

Who?
You're gonna love this.

Arnie Maclaren.
The commissioner?

Ex-commissioner, yeah.

And future Chief
of Domestic Security.

I couldn't believe when the President
nominated him for that job.

Didn't he do enough damage
running the department?

I heard he tried to get
the Police Academy to make

his autobiography
required reading.

So, why would he call Wiley,
what's the connection?

They worked Street Crime
together.

Did Maclaren told Wiley why he
wanted them to lean on Norrell?

Just said he would
consider it a favor.

We heard he's very big on favors.
You want us to call him?

No, I'll talk to him first,
let him know you're coming.

Maclaren's not a guy
you wanna blindside.

Falco and Fontana?
Yes, sir.

I got a car waiting,
let's walk.

I met Samantha Savage at her book party.
We share the same editor.

You guys got a copy
of my book?

I don't read.
I do.

Dave, signed copies
to the detectives.

No problem, sir.

Well, Miss Savage told me her
father was giving her a hard time,

so I said I'd
see what I could do.

I put in a call to Wiley, asked him to
tell the old goat to leave her alone.

If you don't mind my saying, sir, that's a
pretty big favor for somebody you barely know.

Come on, put yourself
in my place, Detective.

You're at a cocktail party,
you're drinking Dom Perignon.

Samantha Savage in a very little,
very tight, black dress,

her balcony out to here,
is asking you for a favor.

Trust me,
you're gonna do it.

I guess.

What are you, gay?

You're Ed Green's
partner, right?

FONTANA: Yes, sir.
How's he doin'?

Better every day. Yeah, well, tell him
I hope he's back on his feet soon.

I will, sir.

It's kind of funny,
seeing you at that desk.

I can work somewhere else.

No, it's fine, really.

What is all of this?

Cyber fan mail. Printouts of messages
posted on Samantha Savage's website.

Well, she was popular.

14,000 posts the week
before she was killed.

These are Samantha Savage's
telephone records.

Do you remember that editor that Maclaren
mentioned worked on both their books?

Her name is Helen DeVries, and she
called Samantha Savage six times

on the day she was killed.

Samantha Savage was
a home-video hooker

who couldn't write a sentence if you
spotted her the noun and the verb.

I came up with the idea for the
book, found the ghostwriter,

edited the manuscript,
chose the cover art.

I took that silicone-stuffed bimbo and
turned her into a bestselling author.

How does she repay me? By taking her
follow-up how-to sex manual to Knopf.

You made her a success, and she
runs off to the competition.

In a nutshell.

Would have made me
mad as hell.

Oh, you have no idea.
Celeste!

Helen?

The catalog's supposed to sell the
books, not put people to sleep.

Stop thinking here,
start thinking here.

You see the difference?
Yes, ma'am.

(sums)

When did you find out she was
planning to change publishers?

Her pissant manager
called me on Tuesday.

Yes, the day she was killed,
hence the flurry of phone calls.

What did you
and Samantha talk about?

Oh, she was too much of
a wimp to pick up the phone.

You can bet I left messages.
Sent her some e-mails, too.

What did you do that evening,
after work?

You mean, where was I
when Samantha was killed?

I left the office a little after
7:00, drove straight home,

had dinner with my son.

Where's home?
Westchester, Dobbs Ferry.

Look, guys, I'm flattered. But
kill a writer? Only in my dreams.

So, you think Helen DeVries killed
Samantha Savage over a book?

No, no, not a book.
A book deal.

Savage's next book could have
sold a couple of million copies.

DeVries would have been losin'
out on some serious cash.

And she was pissed.

We pulled the messages she
left on Savage's voice-mail.

DEVRIES ON TAPE: You think you're gonna
get away with this, you bitch? You whore!

I'm gonna burn you to the ground, you
and that bottom-feeder agent of yours.

They all like that?
Pretty much.

I ran DeVries through NCIC, she took
an assault collar four years ago,

punched an employee
during a staff meeting.

Pled out to a misdemeanor,
and got probation.

Point being, she shows
a propensity for violence.

DeVries says she left work at 7:00 and went
straight home, which the garage confirms.

The parking lot attendant remembers
because her car's in the shop,

and when she left, she was
driving someone else's.

We dumped her home phone.

She got a call from her office a
quarter to 9:00, her son answered,

told her assistant she was just that
minute walking through the front door.

An hour and forty-five minutes
from Midtown to Dobbs Ferry.

Could've been traffic.
Could've been.

Could been she stopped at
Samantha Savage's first.

All right. Talk to her
assistant again,

see if you can get a detailed description
of what went down in the office that day.

If you work for Helen, you're
either a bitch or a moron.

And which are you?

Uh, both, at this point.

I'm surprised people
put up with it.

I've been there seven months, and
I'm the senior staff member.

She's a brilliant editor,
though, I'm learning a lot!

It's just
a tough education.

Is Helen gonna know I talked to you?
She'd have my head on a pike.

Oh, no, this is
strictly between us.

Well, she was pretty pissed off
about Samantha jumping to Knopf,

but it wasn't anything
I hadn't seen before.

So, what happened later?

It was the end of the day, she was in her
office, and she just went ballistic.

I have never heard her that
angry, I mean, not even close.

She says why?
No.

But you could hear her all the way
down the hall, cursing Samantha out.

(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.

Was there anyone
with her in her office?

No. She get a phone call, maybe?

Not that went through me.

She could've gotten a call
to her cell, or an e-mail.

Something must've
set her off.

It's Lieutenant Van Buren. She
wants us back at the house.

Thank you very much.

This is Detective Pete
Milligan, Street Crime.

Nick Falco.
Hi.

Joe Fontana.
How ya doin'?

He may have something
on your case.

Walter Parks. Collared him this
morning with a quarter ounce of coke,

a few blocks away from where
Samantha Savage was killed.

Walter thinks he might
have saw something.

What did you see,
Walter?

Am I gonna get
a deal for this?

VAN BUREN: We'll make sure the D.A.
knows you helped us out.

A little after 8:00, I was making
a delivery across the street

from where that porn
chick got killed.

How do you know
what building that was?

Been in all the papers. So, I see
this white lady tear down the steps.

She runs to the corner,
throws something in the trash,

runs back, gets
into her car, takes off.

You check out what
she threw in the garbage?

Sure I did. It was a gun.

And I'm sure Walter, being
the kind of fella he is,

just didn't want a free gun sittin'
around, is that right, Walter?

I asked Walter
that same question.

Well, there ya go.

A .380.

BORGIA: Sounds
a little thin.

We know DeVries was angry
at Savage forjumpin' ship.

She has a history
of acting out violently,

and she can't really account for
her whereabouts at the time of...

And did we mention the fact
that we have witness

that puts her at the
scene of the crime?

A small-time drug dealer
looking to stay out of jail.

The gun the guy found
is Savage's,

and Ballistics says it's definitely
the one that was used to kill her.

Are DeVries' prints
on the gun, at least?

The only prints of any value
belong to this guy Walter Parks,

who found the gun
in the trashcan.

Look, we would love to have
her standing over a warm body

with a smoking gun in
her hand, but we don't.

So, what are
you looking for?

Well, the M.E. told us that there are
powder burns near the entry wound.

We figure Savage and DeVries argued,
maybe Savage went for her gun.

They struggled, it went off.
It happened in close.

So, you're looking for
Savage's blood?

On DeVries'
shoes or clothes.

I think I can get you
a search warrant for that.

We'll need to get
in her car, too.

Helen?

What the hell
took you so long?

They're taking my clothes, Charlotte.
They think I killed Samantha!

Detective, Charlotte Swan, Ms.
DeVries' counsel. What's going on?

We have a search warrant authorizing us
to remove these items from the premises.

Helen, this seems to
be in order.

I don't care! Stop
them, it's outrageous!

I can't.

I want you to know I'm
holding you personally

responsible for keeping these
items clean and orderly.

Believe you me, I know exactly how
you feel. Not a wrinkle, I promise.

What about
my civil liberties, huh?

Detective, can I
see you a minute?

What do we have?
We haven't started yet.

Why not?
He told us to wait.

Nick, what's the problem?

Remember the garage
attendant told us

DeVries was driving someone
else's car that day?

Yeah, he said it was
a gray Mercedes.

Not a silver BMW.

Which isn't
on the warrant.

All right, look, the, uh,
garage attendant made a mistake

on the make and the model,
it's no big deal. Open it up!

Hold it! I ran the plates, it's
registered to Doug DeVries, her brother.

So he loaned her his car,
so what?

It's not on the warrant!

You know, you're beginning to sound like a
broken record. Who are you on the phone to?

A.D.A. Borgia. She's on the
other line with the judge,

trying to get him to approve
entry into this car.

See, this is what comes of
goin' to law school at night.

I'd hate to see whatever we
find in there get thrown out

because we didn't go
the extra mile.

Yeah... Great,
thank you.

We're in. The judge is extending
the warrant to cover this one.

Well, hallelujah.
Open it up.

What the hell's going on?

We're searchin' your car, what
does it look like we're doin'?

OFFICER: Detectives! We've got
something that looks like blood.

Couple of drops
on the armrest.

Enough for a match?

Oh, yeah.
Well, that's great.

Let's collect it
and get the hell outta here.

Aren't you glad
we waited?

Yeah, I'm ecstatic.

CLERK: "Docket number 45789,

”People of the State
of New York v. Helen DeVries.

"Charge is Murder in
the Second Degree."

I think I heard a little
somethin' about this one.

How does
the defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Your Honor, Ms. DeVries has
substantial means at her disposal.

We believe there's a strong chance
she'll flee if she's released.

SWAN: Your Honor, my client has
deep roots in the community.

What's more, thanks to the press-friendly
practices of the D.A.'s office,

she's the best-known defendant since
Michael Jackson. Where could she go?

I really don't think celebrity constitutes
insurance that the defendant will appear.

And her history suggests a personality
that could charitably be described as

impulsive, Your Honor.

I'm with the People on this one.
Defendant is remanded.

I thought you were
a mensch, Jack.

JACK: My offer is man one,
15 years.

How many times do I have to say it?
I didn't kill Samantha.

If you're convicted of murder at
trial, the alternative's 25-to-I ife.

Life? Are you retarded?
What did I just say?

SWAN: Helen...

You're not helping yourself by
calling me names, Ms. DeVries.

Let's think about this, Jack, what's the
motive here? A book contract? Please.

Other authors
have left Helen.

And lived
to tell about it.

I'm glad to hear
you're not a serial killer.

We have a witness
who puts you at the scene.

With more priors
than I have gray hairs.

Give me ten minutes with him
on cross, I'll bury him.

There's the DNA evidence
from her car.

The jury will never
hear about it,

I'll have it suppressed
at a map hearing.

Your cops took a shortcut.

SWAN: When the police sought
permission to gain entry to the car

where the blood was found, they
misrepresented the situation, Your Honor.

All they had was a vague description that
didn't match the car in front of them!

The description they had was more than
adequate to identify the car, Your Honor.

Yes, it varied
in a few details.

The color and manufacturer
are details?

The difference between silver and gray,
and two high-end luxury automobiles,

I'd call those details!

The police ran
the license plates

and determined that the car belonged to Ms.
DeVries' brother.

They spoke to a judge.

He agreed to extend the
warrant to cover the car.

I don't know how they could
have been more conscientious.

The police knew the car didn't match
the description they'd been given,

they knew it didn't
belong to Helen DeVries.

You're earning your fee today, Ms.
Swan, but I don't buy the argument.

The police acted legally.
I'm denying the motion.

Will Your Honor at least consider
revisiting the issue of bail?

My client represents no flight
risk, and has a 13-year-old son

who's suffering significant hardship
because his mother's in custody.

I'm willing to discuss it.

Bail's not the issue here,
Your Honor.

You won the motion, Mr. McCoy,
don't get greedy.

Bail is set at two million
dollars, cash or bond.

I'm grateful he didn't
throw out the case.

Hey, Jack,
check this out.

I ran Doug DeVries' car, the car Helen
DeVries was actually driving that night.

Got a parking ticket on
Hudson Street at 7:45.

That's more than 50 blocks from
Samantha Savage's apartment.

DeVries never mentioned
going down there.

There's more. During the day, Helen
DeVries sometimes uses a car service.

According to their records, they dropped
her off at a Hudson Street address

six times in
the last two months.

Near where she got
the parking ticket?

Across the street! And get this, the
bodyguard service Samantha Savage used,

their records show they dropped her
off at the same Hudson Street address

a dozen times in the six
weeks before she was killed.

Both women went to the same address. Were
they ever there at the exact same time?

Never even on the same day,
not that I can find.

Have the cops check
out the building.

No doorman,
no security cameras.

So why should it be easy?

I was wondering if you'd ever seen
either of these women in the building.

No, I'm sorry.

Thank you for your time.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Can I help you?

Dave, right? You work for Maclaren?
Yeah.

Detective Falco,
Detective Fontana.

Oh, right, right. Hey,
did you get the books?

What's going on?

Detectives, what can
I do for ya?

The city rented the apartment after 9J11
because of its proximity to ground zero.

I used it as an office
during rescue and recovery,

and I still do
from time to time.

Arnold, we have a few
questions, if you don't mind.

Shoot.

Did you ever meet Helen
DeVries at that apartment?

We worked on my book
there a few times.

Did you meet her there the night
that Samantha Savage was killed?

I didn't see Helen
that night.

Did you ever meet Samantha
Savage at that apartment?

I met Samantha Savage exactly once, at her
book signing party. Helen introduced us.

We know that Samantha Savage went to
that building on a number of occasions,

all subsequent
to that party.

I don't know
what to tell you.

She must've known
someone else who lived there.

I never saw her there. Look, guys,
I'm facing Senate confirmation.

If the press can find any excuse to put
me and Samantha Savage together...

We're investigating a
homicide, Commissioner.

It takes us
where it takes us.

I understand that.

Just don't drag my name
through the mud on the way.

We'll be as discreet as
circumstances allow.

I appreciate it.

Nobody's more connected
than Arnie Maclaren.

So make damn sure whatever you
got on him is rock solid.

Absolutely.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

BRANCH: Come in.

Sorry to interrupt.

JACK: What is it?

Helen DeVries was just shot to death
in a parking garage in Midtown.

FALCO: Anyone see it happen?
OFFICER: No witnesses.

What about the attendant?
He's two floors up.

They gotta have video.
We're gettin' the tapes.

One in the back,
one in the head.

Still got her watch.

I bet you her wallet's
still in her purse.

What's that?

"For Samantha, R.l.P."

I thought you said
he didn't take anything.

I don't think he did. She still had
her money, credit cards, watch.

This is where he hears
someone comin'.

What did the note say?

"For Samantha, R.l.P."

Some wacko fan, maybe.

Nah.

The shooter knewjust where to stand
so the camera wouldn't see him.

Knew where
she parked her car.

This wasn't some wacko fan
bent on revenge.

Start closer to home.

Yeah.

We were married for 12, but were
only together for about eight.

Divorce took
a long time.

We heard it was
pretty rough.

It's like getting beaten over the head with
a baseball bat every day for four years.

We saw her house,
it was very nice.

Yeah, if you like
livin' in the burbs.

No thanks.

Still, it looks like she got the
better deal, financially-speaking.

The real issues between us
were over custody.

I didn't care that much
about the money.

Well, then you would
be the first.

Where were you yesterday,
about noon?

Having lunch with a friend of mine.
Mexican place, 16th and 8th.

I still got the receipt,
if you want.

We'll need to see that.

Look, we were tryin' to get
along, for our son's sake.

She had a new boyfriend.

She wasn't supposed to tell me
who, but she couldn't resist.

Who was that?

You guys must know him. He used
to be police commissioner.

I'm supposed to be catching
a train to Washington.

I've got a meeting with the chairman
of Senate Intelligence Committee.

Explain what held you up,
I'm sure he'll understand.

What is this about?

Commissioner, we know you were
having an affair with Helen DeVries.

From where I stand,
your options aren't great.

Tell your story to a Grand Jury
and risk self-incrimination.

Or take the Fifth, which looks terrible
from a public relations point of view.

Or talk to us now.

Yes, I was seeing
Helen DeVries.

At the apartment
on Hudson Street?

Yes.

Did you meet her there on the
night Samantha Savage was killed?

I told you before, no.

What about Samantha Savage, did you have
sex with her in that apartment, too?

I answered this question
before, too.

I only met her once.

She just happened to go to the very
same address more than a dozen times?

A lot of people
in that building,

she could have been there
to see any one of 'em.

These are the records of the security
company Ms. Savage employed.

They brought her to the Hudson Street
address on 14 separate occasions.

These are affidavits from all the other
tenants in the building, not one of whom

ever had any contact
with Ms. Savage.

These are the phone records for the
building going back six months.

Not a single call to Ms. Savage
from any of the tenants.

You're the only person in that
building who ever met Samantha Savage.

Yet it's your contention that she went
there repeatedly to see someone else?

I can't tell you why she went
there, but it wasn't to see me!

We'd like to believe you,
Commissioner.

But you don't.

You haven't exactly been
forthcoming up till now!

My affair with Helen had nothing to
do with the murder of either woman.

And I didn't tell you because I couldn't.
For obvious reasons!

You're married. Your
wife is expecting.

Exactly! Look, I have made
mistakes in my personal life,

which I regret.

I've caused my wife pain,
which I also regret.

But this job I'm being offered
concerns the safety of the nation.

And this can't get out.

Frankly, Commissioner, it's hard
to see now how it wouldn't.

Ballistics just came back on the
bullet that killed Helen DeVries.

It matches one from a gun that was
used in an armed robbery in the Bronx

seven years ago.

What about the robber,
do we know where he is?

Died in Coxsackie two years ago,
and the gun was never recovered.

But the arresting officer
was Pete Milligan.

Pete Milligan? The guy that
brought us Walter Parks?

The same. Maybe it's time we had
a talk with our friend Pete.

Talk with Mr. Parks first, see
if you can shake his story.

FONTANA: We sat down with your
pal, Walter Parks, again.

He says you planted that
coke on him, then told him

he would do time for it unless
he fingered Helen DeVries

for the Samantha
Savage murder.

Come on, guy's tryin' to get
out from under a coke bust.

I didn't plant nothing
on nobody!

You laid out the
whole thing for him.

You gave him a story, you showed
him Helen DeVries' picture,

you told him where
to find the gun!

Walter is a coke dealer
and a junkie.

You believe him
before you believe me?

You know, the gun used to kill
Helen DeVries was a throwaway.

So?

Well, you took it off a bad guy
in the Bronx seven years ago.

FALCO: You know how
much trouble you're in.

Best thing you could do for yourself
now is to tell us everything.

Yeah, right.

I wanna talk to my rep.
And a lawyer.

That's fine with us. You'll wait
here, we'll call Internal Affairs.

In the meanwhile, we're gonna
go search your apartment.

Fontana called.

They found the gun Milligan
used to kill DeVries.

And the clothes he wore
when he did it.

They placed him
under arrest.

Good. Now I'd like to
know why he did it.

ANNOUNCER ON TV: Now we go five
to Commissioner Arnold Macfaren.

Maclaren making
his statement?

Just starting.

MACLAREN: Unfortunately, when my
wife and I employed this fine woman

to take care of our children, we
neglected to pay her payroll taxes.

Now, the mistake was unintentional,
but the responsibility is mine.

And so, I have regretfully informed the
President that I must withdraw my name

from consideration for the post
of Director of Domestic Security.

Thank you. I'll answer more
questions a bit later.

I don't know about you,
but I feel safer already.

JACK: We know you killed
Helen DeVries, Mr. Milligan.

We know you tried to frame her
for Samantha Savage's murder.

The question is, why?

We couldn't find any connection
between you and the murdered women.

If you'll give us who you were working
for, I'm ready to offer man one

for the DeVries killing,
15 years.

We were thinking
a little differently.

Man two, five years.
JACK: Forget it.

No, you forget it.
I won't do more than five.

I don't care what the
extenuating circumstances were,

or who else was involved,
you pulled the trigger.

Man two or no deal.

You want the big fish,
this is the little fish.

Not that little.
Trust me,

in the scheme of things,
Pete is plankton.

I been a cop a long time. I seen
lots of guys done worse than me

get better deals than
what you're offering.

Man two, or you
get nothin'!

That's not true,
Mr. Milligan.

At the very least,
I get you!

Have you checked Milligan's personnel file?
Any blemishes?

Nothing we can use as leverage.
Maclaren was Milligan's C.O.

He must have
something on him.

Talk to Milligan's partner.

Pete really killed
that lady?

Yes, he did.

He's always been
a hard luck guy.

I'd say the real hard luck here
belonged to Helen DeVries.

True.

Milligan ever mention
Maclaren to you?

He said you could reach out
to him if you got jammed up.

Anything else?

He said once that
Maclaren saved his life.

HOW?

I think it was back
when Pete was drinking.

Which he used to
do pretty hard.

Something to do with
his ex-wife.

Do you know where
I can find her?

She's on the job. She works at One P.P.
Her name's Haywood now.

It was when he was in
Maclaren's squad.

I was in uniform
over at the 21.

Pete was drinkin' a lot, he was
comin' home from work drunk.

He was drinking onthejob?
Oh, yeah.

Maclaren bailed him out
more than once.

So, one night he starts up with me
and our son got in the middle of it,

and Pete hit us both.
I called 911.

Maclaren came to see me the next day,
he said Pete's job was on the line.

One more strike.

He said he could make the whole thing
go away if I chose not to pursue it.

He was putting
the pressure on.

Well, plus he offered me
a deskjob downtown,

which he knew I wanted, because
I hated being on the street.

So, Maclaren fixed it.

Pete stayed on the job,
I got a desk here.

We got divorced. Pete quit
drinking a couple of years later,

which is why I hate like hell that
this is happening to him now.

Your ex-wife told us
about the favor

Arnie Maclaren did for you
and your family, Detective.

What about it?
It was completely illegal.

So charge me.

Not you, your ex-wife.

What are you
talking about?

BORGIA: She took a bribe.

Maclaren offered her a betterjob
if she declined to press charges,

she accepted the offer.

It could get her
as much as seven years.

More time than you're
willing to spend inside.

Son of a bitch.
You'd really do that?

She'd lose her job,
her pension.

Will you come down
a little, Jack?

Man one, ten years.

Tell them what happened.

It was Maclaren.

The whole way.
lowed him.

You killed Helen DeVries for Arnie
Maclaren because he saved your job?

He did a lot more
for me than that.

MILLIGAN: Maclaren said he needed me
to find a guy to say he'd seen someone

come out of a certain building
and throw away a gun.

He gave me a picture of the woman
the guy was supposed to have seen,

showed me the building,
gave me the gun.

Was this the gun?
Yes.

Which we've already established
belonged to Samantha Savage.

And the building?

It's where Samantha Savage was
living when she was killed.

And did you find a person to do
this for you? To lie to the police?

His name is Walter Parks.

Who was he supposed to say he'd seen
exiting the building with the gun?

Helen DeVries.

Did Mr. Maclaren ask you
to do anything else?

He gave me a shirt with some
of Samantha's blood on it.

I was to transfer some of the blood
to an armrest in Ms. DeVries' car.

He was asking you
to plant evidence?

Yes.

And did you?

Yes.

Anything else?

He came up to me a few weeks later
and said things weren't going right.

We had to take her out.

By take her out,
he meant?

Kill Helen DeVries.

He said if I didn't do it,

he'd make sure I went to prison for
the things I'd already done for him.

Kept remindin' me of what I owed him.
He was very persistent.

So at Arnold Maclaren's behest you
went to Ms. DeVries' parking garage?

Yes, and I shot her.
Twice.

Once in the back,
and once in the head.

You killed Helen DeVries because
Arnie Maclaren asked you to?

That's right.

Because he threatened you?

Yes.

And because you owed him?

He saved my job. Helped get my
ex-wife a transfer she wanted.

Mr. Maclaren helped you,
he helped your ex-wife?

Yes.

And what about your son?

What about him?

Isn't it true several years ago, your son
was involved in a hit-and-run accident?

Yes.

He had been drinking?

I blame myself for that.

He fled the scene?

And the other driver was
seriously injured?

Like I said, that was my fault, I
drove him to it, my behavior at home.

Be that as it may,
these are serious offenses.

Were charges ever filed?

No.

Why not?

Maclaren made 'em go away.

You pled to a lesser sentence in exchange
for your testimony in this case.

Yes.

What else did the District Attorney
do to secure your cooperation?

Objection.
Sustained.

Did the District Attorney
threaten

to charge your ex-wife
with receiving a bribe?

Yes.

And what about your son?

Did you tell the District Attorney's
office about the hit-and-run accident?

Yes.
And what was their response?

They agreed to let him plead
to a number of lesser charges.

Prison time?

Probation.

Probation?

I'd like to know how they knew about
our discussions with Milligan.

I think there's a good chance
Maclaren's got someone in our office

feeding him information.

How did he manage that?

He knows where all
the bodies are buried.

He should,
he put them there.

Putney did a pretty good job
of making it look like

we put the screws
to our own witness.

That Milligan'd say anything
to save his wife and kid.

The night Samantha Savage was
murdered, DeVries got aticket

near Maclaren's
Hudson Street apartment.

Maybe she was down there
looking for Samantha Savage.

Maybe she found out
about the affair.

I think you have to take
another run at Charlotte Swan.

See if Helen DeVries
confided in her.

All right.

Better take some bicarb with you,
you might have to eat some crow.

If you hadn't let Arnie Maclaren
lead you around by the nose...

I know.

Helen DeVries would never have been
charged with Samantha Savage's murder,

and I personally think
she'd still be alive.

We regret that error
very much.

You think Maclaren killed
Samantha Savage, too?

He may never have to answer for it, but if
we can convict him of Helen's murder...

And you'd like my help
with that.

I know it's
an unusual request.

I did receive something
from Helen.

I think it was an image
from her cell phone.

You said the cell phone
was lost.

For all I knew, it was.

I never saw the phone, Helen
assured me she'd lost it.

You knew that we were looking for
anything related to that phone.

If this is material, you were
obliged to turn it over.

It was an attachment to a
communication from my client.

That made it privileged.

That privilege died
with Helen DeVries.

Gray area.
Not to a judge!

I don't wish
to get a reputation

as defense attorney who works
for the D.A.'s office.

But the last thing I wanna see is
your case against Maclaren collapse.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Maclaren,
but I don't think this photograph

of you and Ms. Savage
was taken at her book party.

Where is it from?

Helen DeVries forwarded it to
her lawyer from her cell phone.

DeVries received it as an e-mail attachment
the night Samantha Savage was killed.

Who sent it to her?

Samantha Savage.

Oh, come on, it's a fake.

You could put Britney Spears together
with the pope, it doesn't mean squat.

Arnold.

So Samantha sent Helen
a picture, so what?

You still deny you were having
an affair with Samantha Savage?

I guess there's
no point any more.

Thanks to you, my career in
public service is in the toilet.

That's where you put it,
Mr. Maclaren, we didn't.

PUTNEY: What are
you offering?

Hey, hey, hey,
the hell with that!

If there is an offer on the
table, we should hear it.

Two counts of murder two, one
for each woman, 25-to-life.

To run concurrently.
PUTNEY: Come on, Jack,

he's 56 years old. He'll
come out in a body bag.

Man two for Savage.
No.

He didn't go there
to kill her!

I didn't go there at all!

Man one for Savage,
ten years.

Murder two and 20 years
for DeVries.

To run concurrently?

Twenty years?

I'll be 76.

And you've got nothing.

I've got two ex-mayors, a governor, and
an archbishop. And what do you got?

A drunk, a bad cop, who says
I did this and I did that,

and he's tryin' to save his
own ass and his son's!

And a picture!

A prank!
A prank?

Helen had no idea I was
seeing Samantha on the side.

And Samantha, dumb bimbo, thought it'd be
funny to send Helen a picture of us in bed.

Why'd you let her send it?

I didn't let her send it!

I was asleep!

First I knew about it was
when Helen showed up

banging on my door an hour
later, out of her mind.

By that time, Samantha had gone home,
so you went to Samantha's apartment

to get the phone.

I told you
I never went there!

Did she go for her gun and you
overpowered her, is that what happened?

I never went there!

You don't even have the cell phones, you
can't connect the dots, you've got bull.

Arnold!

We should take the deal.

Shut up, Quentin,
we're not takin' any deal.

We're gonna go back in that courtroom,
and we're gonna let the jury decide.

And you.

You're gonna wish you never
screwed with me.

JUDGE: Have you
reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

How do you find?

On the count of murder in the second
degree, we find the defendant guilty.

Get your hands off me!

He was going to have this
huge job in Washington,

and she would have something
to hang over his head forever.

He should have
taken our offer.

Instead, he's doing
25-to-life.

Now, speaking of Washington,

I've had a number of calls commending
us on our work in the Maclaren case.

His powerful friends are washing
their hands of him. He's finished.

Order's restored. All's
right with the world.