All language subtitles for Law and order S15E22 - Sport of Kings

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

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

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I have to pick up my check
in the morning, Doeshee.

So, you're gonna be
all alone tomorrow, okay?

Yeah, nice, yeah.

(sun FIRING)

0h. my God!

Barneys is good.
Bergdorf's.

99 bucks. Century 21.

With avest.
You look great in a vest.

What's on the menu, Sarge?

Rice and beans.
In his twenties.

Three shots to the chest.
I don't like that.

Sorry, no offense.

Who is he?
No wallet, no ID.

Any cash?

Just some loose change.

What do we got
in the way of witnesses?

Not much. Guy upstairs heard
some shots, called it in.

Him and ten other people.

All right, thanks.
We'll get a canvass going.

Cheap shoes
and Kmart duds.

Not a guy you'd think
be target for a robbery.

Do you see
where you're headed, Falco?

I had just come out to walk my
dog when I heard the shots.

But you told the other officers
that you were a witness.

I ran back into
my vestibule.

Did you actually
see anything, miss?

A dead man on the sidewalk.

Well, I'm afraid
that's not much help.

It's not my fault. I've lived
on this block for two years.

It seems like the cops are
here every other night.

Why is that?

It's mostly because of
that bar down the street.

El Gato Rojo?

There are fights there all the time. Men
hanging out on the sidewalk at all hours.

They really should close
that place down.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Police!
NYPD.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Bartender, turn down
that television.

Does anyone in here
recognize this man?

You, sir, do you
recognize this man?

Nobody recognizes him, huh?

Well, that's too bad.

Because this man is not going
home to his family tonight.

What happened to him?

He just got shot down
the street from here.

Come on, somebody in here
had to see something.

I was here about half an hour
before the cop cars came.

Scram.

There was this white guy
standing out there.

What's unusual
about that?

He seemed nervous, like he
was waiting for somebody.

Height, weight,
hair color?

He was wearing a jacket
with a logo on the back.

What kind of logo?

It was in the shape
of a triangle.

But he didn't look like
he was from around here.

Why's that?

Well, most of the white folk
around here are young.

He looked old.

Three gunshot wounds
to the chest.

Looks like one went
directly into his heart.

I'll know more
after I open him up.

If he doesn't blow away first.
This guy looks small.

Yeah, 5'2",
114 pounds.

Yeah, but cut. Check out
his biceps and forearms.

He has calluses
on both of his hands.

My guess is that he's some
kind of manual laborer.

Would you do me a favor and
look inside his mouth, please?

Sure.

Acid erosion on his teeth.
He was bulimic.

This guy could be ajockey.

That's how a lot of them
make their weight.

They regurgitate their food, and their
digestive acids eat away at their teeth.

Lovely.
Keep us in the loop, Doc.

We've checked out
every building on that block,

and nobody, and I mean
nobody, knows this guy.

Or that's what they're saying.
You check with Missing Persons?

Yeah, we did.
We got skunk there, too.

Fontana called it.
Prints came back.

He was licensed by
the State Racing Board.

Thank you very much.

Name is Oscar Salazar.

Came here last March
on a visa from Panama.

You have
a current address?

Dorm Number Three,
New York Downs Racetrack.

No betting on city time.

FALCO". We' re lost!

The guy said
it was past Barn 22.

Where's that?

Like I should know.
Keep walking.

Like another world
back here.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Excuse me. We're looking
for Dorm Number Three?

You passed it.

This is gonna be hell
on the Belgian loafers.

This is where Oscar sleeps.

Was he here last night?

He left around 6:00
and he never came in.

Any idea where he was?
No.

How about you guys?

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

We don't know where he is.
He never stayed out before.

Well, I'm afraid I have some
bad news for you fellas.

Oscar was found dead
last night.

Is this his family?

Yeah, it's his wife and kids.
They're in Panama.

Oscar came here to ride. He was
a pretty big jock back home,

but this is where
the money is.

How was he doing?
Not so good.

Oscar maybe got
one or two mounts a week.

Usually a bum.

He had to hot walk and work horses
just to make a few bucks to send home.

He have any trouble
with anyone back here?

I've never met anybody with a
bigger chip on his shoulder.

He was always getting
into it with somebody.

Track Security was here looking
for him just a few days ago.

Yeah, that's right. He was involved
in an altercation with a trainer.

Outside the Racing
Secretary's office.

A guy named
Burton Fenster.

What kind of altercation?

I never found out.

But a dozen people said they saw them
pushing and screaming at each other.

We heard that this kid Salazar
is a bit of a hothead.

Yeah, but Fenster's
no bargain, either.

I mean, 95% of the trainers out
here are on the up-and-up.

Fenster's in
the other category.

He's been suspended twice
for doping horses.

You think
he'd get the message.

We test for over
80 substances,

but there's always
a new angle.

What's this guy Fenster
look like?

White guy, late forties.

Yeah, I had an argument
with Oscar. What of it?

You mind telling us
what it was about?

What else? Money.

How about being
more specific?

He was supposed to hot walk
three of my horses last Sunday.

And he didn't?

He was a little confused.

Size one feet,
size one brains.

We heard it turned
into World War Ill.

Fifteen bucks
is 15 bucks.

Hey, why all these
questions about Oscar?

Because he was found dead
last night. Shot.

You seem real
shook up about it.

Hey, it's too bad.

But around here, kids
like Oscar come and go.

Yeah, what about you? Last
night, were you coming or going?

I tried to help this kid.

He was hungry for rides. I'm the only
trainer out here that gave him any.

You ask anybody around here,
you don't believe me.

You still haven't answered
his question.

I get up every morning
at 4:00 a.m.

I was sleeping.

He gets the lay-off mix,
you moron.

That's the third time
I told you!

It's hard to believe that this
guy was Oscar's patron saint.

Let's take him up
on his suggestion.

FONTANA:
Good-looking animals.

That's Razputyn on the outside,
Dangerous Situation on the inside.

From Caz Holliman's barn.

How do you know?

You recognize a face,
I recognize a horse.

They just breezed
five furlongs

in 58 and change.
That's pretty quick.

We heard you were
the go-to guy around here.

Hey, you want tips,
you gotta buy my sheet.

This is about
Burton Fenster.

Don't waste your money.

Hey, do you know that he ever used
a jockey named Oscar Salazar?

Once in a while. Hey, that
kid's a decent rider.

He's in the top ten
over at Presidente Ramon.

Can't catch a break here, although he did
have a winner a few weeks ago for Fenster.

Kahuna Baby. A maiden,
never hit the board,

Salazar brought him in
at 24-to-one.

How much of that
is the jockey?

How much of that
is the horse?

I wouldn't be surprised if it was
something completely different.

It was fixed.

Not unheard of.

How would you
do such a thing?

The same as Jason Giambi.

This isn't the Majors.
The horses get tested.

Not for milkshakes.

Take some sodium bicarbonate,
mix it in with some Gatorade.

And what,
the horse drinks it?

Doesn't have to.

They stick a garden hose down
its throat and pump it in.

It neutralizes the lactic acid that
builds up in the horse's muscles.

So they could run all day
without feeling tired.

Or until it bows a tendon and the
jockey gets trampled to death.

I got a feeling that this is
a lot more serious than $15.

KINNEY: That's Kahuna Baby
on the lead.

He won by nine
or ten lengths.

At big odds.

If he had a milkshake before the
race, is there any way to tell?

The only way to detect for sodium
bicarbonate is before a race.

We're not equipped
to do that. Yet.

How much did Salazar get
for riding the winner?

The winning jockey gets
10% of the horse's purse.

In this case,
about $2,300.

That's not so bad.

Only that's not Oscar Salazar
on the horse.

We were told
he was the jockey.

He was listed in the program
as the rider,

but there was a jockey switch to
Sam Barlow the day of the race.

It was announced on
the PA at the track.

Who makes that decision?

Salazar came in that
morning and withdrew.

I assume that's what all
the yelling and screaming

between him and Fenster
was about that day.

We're gonna have to get a look
inside Fenster's barn right away.

I'll call Security.

There's nothing in there but
rundown bandages and liniment!

He's right.

Now maybe if you'd tell me what
it is you're looking for...

Sodium bicarbonate.

Hey, so to hell!

We checked the stalls, Mike.
Everything's kosher.

Is it all right with you guys
if I go back to work now?

What about this caddy?
That's mine!

Well, you don't mind
if we take a look inside.

I rent stalls from this racetrack!
This car is mine!

You wanna look inside it,
you gotta get a warrant.

Actually, I don't need one.
When you leased these stalls,

you signed a consent for us to search
any vehicle you bring on the grounds.

So either give us the keys, or Mr.
Tradewski here can pop the trunk for you.

Step back, Mr. Fenster.

Sodium bicarbonate.

And a hose.

And now, you can come to
our house for a milkshake.

So you found a hose and
some baking soda in my trunk.

What's that got to do
with anything?

We think Salazar found out
you were juicing Kahuna Baby,

and that's why he withdrew
from the race.

That's nuts!
Now listen to me.

We know that you two
had a fight before the race.

Maybe he threatened
to run his mouth off.

Bring the Racing Association
down on you.

A record like yours, you can't
afford another violation.

For starters,
no down-on-his-luck jockey

is gonna blow the whistle
on a milkshake.

If a horse gets him in the money,
he doesn't care how it got there.

So Why'd Salazar pull out?

That was my call.

The track was a little off that day. I
decided to go with a more seasoned jockey.

Sam Barlow.
Yeah.

How'd Salazar take that?

He started screaming
and hollering about

how he was as good as Sam Barlow
or any other jockey around here.

How'd you guys leave it?

I told him if he couldn't run with the
big dogs, he ought to stay on the porch.

And that was the last time
I saw him.

On the night that Salazar got killed,
you said that you were at home.

What'd you do?

Iwent over
the condition books

and made some phone calls.

To who?

There was this vet
out at Santa Anita.

I needed to talk to him about
a yearling I was looking at.

His name and number.

Tolls shows that Fenster did call
California on the night of the murder.

He was on the phone from
10:15 to 10:55 Eastern Time,

and the vet confirms it.

So, he's in the clear.
Not completely.

Racing Association is investigating
the milkshake incident.

Fenster could have
his stalls revoked.

Well, from what I've been reading in the
papers, he'll have plenty of company.

Did Salazar have bad blood
with anyone besides Fenster?

Well, seems the only people he did
get along with were the horses.

Well, what about that
jockey Fenster mentioned?

The one who took his ride
on the winning horse?

And took 10%
of the purse.

I used to call
him the Bull.

Why's that?

'Cause Oscar was impatient.

He didn't know how to
wait for the hole.

He was always trying
to push through.

So you two weren't
exactly friends?

When you're out on the
track, you got no friends.

But at the end of the day, we're all
in here playing Texas Hold 'em.

We heard that he didn't
take it too well

when you replaced him
on Kahuna Baby.

He must've gotten over it because
when I saw him after the race,

he was pretty upbeat.

He happen to mention why?

He said he'd just been
promised a mount

on one of Caz Holliman's
horses, Razputyn.

That's that horse we saw
work out the other day.

BARLOW: Oscar
loved that horse.

Said Razputyn
was Triple Crown material.

And I see he's on the program
today, in the 70K stakes race.

And you're riding him.

Yeah, I gotta get ready.

Where can we find
Mr. Holliman?

Try the paddock.

Thanks.

There's Holliman. The other guy is Mr.
Varick, one of the owners.

FONTANA: Thanks, kid.

Check out the logo on back
of Holliman's jacket.

The "V"?

Yeah, during the day
it's a

At night it could be
atriangle.

Come on.

Mr. Holliman.
Can we have a word with you?

I got a race coming.

We just have a couple quick
questions about Oscar Salazar.

That's okay, Caz.
I'll meet you up in the box.

Yeah, all right.

How well did you
know Salazar?

I hired him a couple of times as an
exercise rider. That's about it.

We heard you promised him
a mount on Razputyn.

A mount?

Where the hell
did you hear that?

Told the other jockeys.

Well, he was probably just trying
to psych the other guy out.

We got a lot of Napoleon
complexes around here.

So it's not true?

No, absolutely not.

I don't use unproven jockeys
on my horses.

Anything else?
No, no, no, thank you.

How do you like
your chances in this one?

Might be worth
a small wager.

Well, I don't think we'd really be doing
ourjob if we didn't catch the race.

Bet on a suspect's horse?

Don't worry, Falco.

They're not gonna
throw you out of law school.

More to the point, lwouldn't
want to explain it in court.

ANNOUNCER ON TV: Down the
stretch, and it's Razputyn

and Midnight Racer
running nose and nose.

Razputyn opens up a neck.
Midnight Racer can't catch him.

And it's Razputyn
across the wire.

A magnificent performance
for this horse.

Winner's share
was 40,000.

Four Gs to the jockey.

You say the trainer fits the
description given by the witness?

Same age and height.
But here's the thing.

He has ajacket with
a "V"-shaped logo on it.

Which could look like
a triangle in the dark.

Any history of antagonism
between Holliman and Salazar?

No, but there is something
that doesn't add up.

Salazar told anotherjockey that he
was promised a mount on Razputyn.

But Holliman denies it.

He says that the only thing he ever
promised Salazar was a morning work out.

Who can clear it up?

We could talk to
the owner, Edgar Varick.

He was at the track
with Holliman this morning.

Do it.

VARICK: When
my father started Vartek,

he was printing flyers for
a local five-and-dime,

and now we make everything, from
toothpaste boxes to billboard signage.

Quite ajump from
toothpaste to thoroughbreds.

Racing is
my true passion. Sorry.

Test is just back on
the wet-strength label paper.

VARICK: It's perfect.

I'll call the distributor,
tell them it's finally ready.

That's great, Ben.

This business, they want the product
before the tree's out of the damn ground.

How did you know
about my horses?

We caught Razputyn's last race.
That horse has a lot of guts.

Yeah, he's won three
out of seven so far.

My secretary calls this
my ego wall.

There's nothing like seeing a horse
you own thundering toward the wire.

Very impressive.

Do you weigh in on
jockey selection?

Nah, that's strictly
Caz Holliman's domain.

So you didn't tell Oscar Salazar
he could ride Razputyn?

I didn't even know Salazar.

FONTANA: Well, how about Holliman,
did he ever mention using Salazar?

VARICK: Not that
I recall, no.

You mind if I take this?

It's an old Racing Form,
but sure, help yourself.

I get down to the track
once in awhile.

Thought I might bone up.
Thanks.

What was that all about?

That's a picture of Razputyn in the
winner's circle. Check out the groom.

He was one of Salazar's
roommates.

I remember asking this guy about Salazar's
whereabouts on the night of the murder,

and that he didn't have
too much to say.

Because he's
on Holliman's payroll.

Do you think
he's protecting him?

I think you don't bite
the hand that feeds you.

I think you might be right.
Yeah.

Caz Holliman's the best, you know.
I've been with him five years.

How did he get along
with Oscar Salazar?

No problems, you know? Oscar
did morning workouts for him.

On Razputyn?

Yeah. Oscar
loved that horse.

Yeah, we heard Holliman promised
Oscar a mount on Razputyn.

Do you know anything
about that?

Not really.

Well, that doesn't sound
too convincing.

You know what I heard?

I heard that the weather in Central America
is gorgeous this time of the year.

And that's right where you're going
unless you tell us something.

I don't know for sure if Mr.
Holliman promised Oscar.

I just know they were
gonna talk about it.

Oscar tell you that?

Mr. Holliman did.

He was looking for Oscar,
he couldn't find him,

so he gave me the message.

FALCO: What message?

Mr. Holliman told me to tell
Oscar to be at El Gato Rojo

to talk about Razputyn.

He was gonna
meet Salazar there?

At 10:00. Tuesday.

The night Oscar
was killed.

I didn't murder
Oscar Salazar!

You lied to us about promising
him a mount on Razputyn,

and you set up the meet at
the bar where he was killed.

And you fit the description
given to us by an eyewitness.

Right now, I'd say
you're our frontrunner.

Actually, you're
the only runner,

and if you don't tell us something
in the next three minutes

to change our minds,

you're gonna get charged
with murder.

All right, yeah,
I set up the meeting.

But it wasn't with me.

Well, who was it with?

Mr. Varick.

He said he wanted
to talk to Salazar.

About what?

Varick told everybody he bought
Razputyn in Dubai for 28 grand.

But anybody who had ever
ridden that horse knew

he was worth maybe a hundred times that.
Including Salazar.

After his first exercise ride,
he came back to the barn

and said that was the fastest
three-year-old he'd ever been on.

So why didn't
he win more races?

Because Varick instructed me
to hold him back.

He didn't want anybody to
know good Razputyn really was.

Well, what happened
with Salazar?

He got it into his head if he could
just get a mount on Razputyn,

it would turn
his whole career around.

He got to be a real
pain in the ass about it.

So what'd he do,
confront Varick personally?

Once he realized he wasn't gonna get
his shot, he started snooping around.

He wrote to the Panamanian
Racing Commissioner

and asked for information
about Razputyn's bloodlines.

Me and Varick got a letter
informing us of the request.

Varick hit the roof.

You still have the letter?

Yeah, it's back at the barn.
It's all yours if you want it.

He said he just wanted to
talk some sense into the kid.

I feel bad about Oscar,
I really do.

I had no idea anything
like this was gonna happen.

Nobody ever does.

Mr. Varick!

What are you doing here?

You won't be needing this.

What in the hell is going on?
You're coming with us.

I can't leave,
I'm hosting this party.

We'll make sure
you get a doggie bag.

And don't tell me I can't
eat on the job, either.

Take your time, Mr. Delgado, and
tell us if you recognize anyone.

Or if you don't.

Make sure you look
one end to the other.

Okay, that's him
Number One.

Where do you
recognize him from?

That's the guy
I saw outside El Gato Rojo.

"Docket 05937.

"People v. Edgar Varick, charge
is murder in the second degree."

JUDGE: How does
the defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

People on bail, Ms. Borgia?

The People seek remand.

That's outrageous!

My client is a respectable and
well-known figure in his community.

Who arranged to meet with the
victim at an out-of-the-way bar

and then lurked under a
street lamp until he arrived.

HAMMOND: Your Honor, Mr. Varick is the
CEO of an established family business,

with over 300 employees
whom he is loyal to.

He is not going anywhere.

Bail's set at one million. Motion's
referred to the trial part.

(BANGS GAVEL)

Varick made bail before
the bus left for Rikers.

Well, I've come across a few
horse people in my day,

and I don't recall any of that
didn't want their horse to win,

unless they were neck-deep
in some gambling scheme.

If the bettor wins big,

doesn't the track have
to file with the IRS?

They never filed
anything forVarick.

And I talked to some of his
friends, he's not a gambler.

What other reason would he have to
misrepresent his horse's abilities?

That's what Oscar Salazar
was trying to figure out.

Well, you look into bloodlines when
you wanna know a horse's lineage.

His sire. His dam.

Maybe Razputyn
isn't Razputyn.

The trainer told us
everything he knows.

Go down the food chain.
Try the jockey.

Look, I don't know
anything about this.

Holliman told me to get the horse
stuck in traffic, that's what I did.

And you never bothered
to ask why?

I get maybe 15 rides
a week from Holliman's barn.

There are other riders out there
getting four or five a month.

Like Oscar Salazar?

Yeah, like Oscar.

Oscar thought Razputyn was
something pretty special.

That horse could win
any race he's in.

That's quite
an endorsement.

You might not notice
from the stands,

but when you're sitting in
the saddle, you feel it.

So how did Edgar Varick get him
at a bargain basement price?

I can't answer that.
Can't or won't?

I just try to get the horse
in the winner's circle, ma'am.

You want the dollars
and cents,

check with Varick's insurance.

Razputyn was purchased
from Sheik Ahmed Zahariou

at private treaty
last year in Dubai.

Private treaty?

A private sale.

What was the purchase price?

I'm not permitted to reveal that information
to any person who's not a named insured.

What if that person
has access to a subpoena?

$3 million.

Varick told the Jockey Club he
bought Razputyn for 28 thousand.

Well, he can tell the Jockey
Club whatever he wants.

They don't have
to reimburse him

in the event of
horse's death or injury.

So, you're saying Varick insured the
horse for three million as well?

That's right. We only write
policies for actual cash value.

I have the bill of sale
here in the file.

It's in Arabic. Mr. Varick
paid twelve million dirhams.

Turns out the $28,000
champion is a myth.

Varick paid just over $3
million for that horse.

But we don't know
why he lied about it.

This might explain it.

From his bank statements, there's
no record he even bought a horse.

There are no withdrawals corresponding
to the amount of purchase, or the date.

Maybe he had a little something
stashed away under the mattress.

His account balances are
practically nil.

He barely even has enough to
cover his monthly condo fee.

So, where did he get the money
to buy a $3 million horse?

Maybe he did it the old-fashioned way.
Family money.

First, there was sky diving,
now it's racehorses.

I was thinking you were involved
with his horses, financially.

Why would you think
that, Ms. Borgia?

But if I can be honest,
Mrs. Varick,

we don't understand how else
your son could afford it.

Oh, he explained all that to me.
It's not that expensive.

You don't really
think that

he had anything to do with
this man's death, do you?

Right now, we're just trying
to put the pieces together.

Well, I'm sure that this
won't amount to anything.

When Edgar's father passed away, did
your son receive a windfall of any kind?

An inheritance?
No.

My late husband believed that Edgar
should earn his own way in life.

And he thought Vartek would
give him that opportunity.

Mmm-hmm.

Lewis founded
the company in 1959.

No formal education,
plenty of street smarts,

and we invested everything we had back
into the company, which wasn't much.

Lewis, he worked seven days
a week for over 40 years.

And then he passed
the company on to your son.

Well, he put Edgar in charge.

But, actually, I am
the sole shareholder.

Edgar assumes ownership
after my death.

So, do you have any involvement
with the company now, Mrs. Varick?

Not really, only as Trustee for
the Employees' Pension Fund.

The pension fund?

My husband started it
for the workers.

Some of them have been with
the company since we started.

Edgar comes by every now and then
with all these papers for me to sign.

It's the only time
I see him these days.

Besides you, is anyone else
involved with the pension fund?

There is one other
trustee, Ben Shaney.

He was Lewis' foreman
for 42 years.

When Edgar told me we needed to
move the money to a mutual fund,

it sounded like
a good idea.

I'm not a banker, Mr. McCoy.
I run the production line.

He never explained why he was making
these pension fund transfers?

Something to do about
a better return.

Does this have something to do with
this crazy case you have against him?

Last February,
Mr. Varick went to Dubai.

There was a convention.
Converted paper products.

He also bought a racehorse
while he was there.

That's right, Razputyn.

BORGIA: Did he happen to tell you
how much he paid for that horse?

It was none of my business.

$3 million.

Three million?
Are you kidding?

We have documentation.

Oh, company profits have been
down the last few years.

Edgar hasn't even taken a salary
so we could make payroll.

Where's he going to
come up with $3 million?

You signed the papers
for the Pension Fund.

Weren't you suspicious?

Now, wait.

What are you...
What are you saying?

That Edgar took our money?

You ever wonder how he
afforded his lifestyle?

Well, I figured his old man
left him something.

Not a penny.

He just let his son
run the company.

There are 300 employees
depending on that money.

Are you telling me
it's all gone?

A big chunk of it. We don't
have the final figures yet.

We've been building
that plan for 40 years.

If that money's gone,
what are we gonna do?

That's our retirement.

It's all we've got.

I'm sorry.

How does anyone have the gall to take people's
retirement money and buy a racehorse?

Razputyn was the tip
of the iceberg, Arthur.

Over the past few years, Varick
treated himself to six other horses,

a 40-foot sailboat,
a Jackson Pollack,

all courtesy of
the Vartek Pension Fund.

How'd he pull it off?

Once the Trustees signed off,

most of the money was
transferred into a mutual fund

in the name of the pension.

But there was a revolving
sell order which diverted

the proceeds into a bank account in
Delaware, which Varick could access.

To the tune of $90,000 a week
for the past three years.

Well, make sure you add first degree
grand larceny to the indictment.

How'd the horse figure
in the murder?

It would've raised eyebrows if Varick
had come back from the convention with

a $3 million horse,

so he said he bought it
the cheap.

He's been gradually moving it up under
the radar into some major races.

Until Oscar Salazar
exercised the horse.

He started asking questions which
would have led to the pension fund.

Varick killed a hard-working immigrant
in order to conceal his greed.

In addition to
a life sentence,

I'd like to see this guy hauled
out in stocks in Foley Square.

A preclusion motion
from Varick.

The D.A.'s notice of physical
evidence is very impressive, Judge.

Horses, cars,
boats, paintings.

Too bad none
of it is relevant.

Every item was a separate theft Mr.
Varick had reason to hide.

He's not charged with
any of these larcenies.

This is nothing but athinly-veiled
attempt to prejudice the jury

by portraying my client's
lifestyle as excessive.

The defendant had no qualms about flaunting
his lifestyle until it became clear

it was financed from his
employees' retirement account!

And Oscar Salazar was
unaware of any of this.

But your case, Mr. McCoy,
is based upon the premise

that the victim suspected some
hanky-panky with the horse?

That's correct, Your Honor.

It's a close question, but I'm
giving the defense this one.

I'm precluding
the introduction of

any evidence of Mr. Varick's
lavish purchases, except Razputyn.

The next one this tight might
not go your way, Ms. Hammond.

I was meeting some friends
at El Gato Rojo.

As I turned onto Delancey,
I saw a man standing around.

What do you mean when you say
"standing around," Mr. Delgado?

Like he was waiting
for somebody.

Do you see the man
in court today?

That's him.

What was he wearing?

A jacket with a "V" on it.

I show you People's Seven, which police
recovered from the defendant's home.

Is this the jacket that
you saw, Mr. Delgado?

That's it.

When you talked to the police,
you were at a bar, Mr. Delgado?

Yes.

You had a few drinks in you?

Beer.

You told the police the logo
you saw was a triangle,

not a

If you couldn't distinguish
what a first-grader could have,

what makes you think you could
identify the man's face?

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Mr. Varick came back from a trip to
Dubai and told me he'd bought a horse.

Three-year-old
named Razputyn.

Had it shipped to
my barn here in New York.

What did he say
about the horse?

He said he'd watched it run.

That the sky was the limit.

But that there was a specific training
strategy he wanted to follow.

Which was what, Mr. Holliman?

Which was to only enter Razputyn
in soft races at first,

and then to gradually move him
into stiffer competition.

He didn't want anybody to know
how good the horse really was.

Did he tell you why?

He didn't say.

So, how was this strategy
accomplished?

I told myjockey to do
whatever he needed to do

to hold the
horse back without

getting caught. Even then, Razputyn still
won three of his first seven races.

Did Oscar Salazar
ever ride Razputyn?

Not in a race.

I used Oscar a few times in
the morning to work the horse

when my regular jockey
was sick.

What, if anything, did Mr. Salazar
say to you after riding Razputyn?

He begged me to let him
ride Razputyn in a race.

How did you respond
to these requests?

I kept putting him off.

I told Oscar it was
up to Mr. Varick.

After awhile,
he started getting pushy.

He said that he knew
we were up to something,

and that he was gonna
to tell somebody.

What happened?

A couple of weeks later,
Mr. Varick called me

and said that he wanted to
talk to Oscar about Razputyn.

Said to have Oscar meet him
at this bar downtown.

I had one of my grooms
relay the message.

Was that the night
Oscar was murdered?

Yeah.

So, let me understand
this, Mr. Holliman.

You admit that you cheated
by holding Razputyn back?

Yeah.

And you are the one who personally
told the jockey not to win?

Yes.

And you were the one who Oscar
Salazar was angry with?

Right, but...

And you were the one who sent him to
the location where he was killed?

Yeah, but I wasn't there.
So you say.

Do you own a jacket with the
Vartek racing stable logo on it?

Of course I do. So, other than
the word of an admitted cheater,

do we have one iota of proof that my
client did the things you say he did?

The transfers from
the Vartek Pension Fund

were authorized by its two Trustees,
my mother and Ben Shaney.

HAMMOND: Were the monies
used to buy Razputyn?

They were, but you
have to understand,

that transaction was
for investment purposes.

I wanted the employees of
Vartek to reap the appreciation

in value of the horse.

Did you intend to steal from
the pension fund, Mr. Varick?

That is the last thing
I would ever do.

Many of these people were with my
father when he started the company.

So how do you account
for your actions?

I know I cut a few
administrative corners,

but when it comes to
the welfare of my workers,

I'm not conservative.

The return on the Vartek pension
fund was averaging less than 2%.

And when I saw this horse,

I knew that I could double,
or even triple, our money.

For God's sake,
Smarty Jones was syndicated

for$39 million

after only two years
of racing.

You heard Caz Holliman's
testimony

that you instructed him to hold back
Razputyn to disguise his value.

And that's completely false. I think
it was some kind of betting scam

Caz was operating to run up
the odds for one big score.

And as far as Oscar Salazar,
Mr. Varick?

I never met the fellow.

I had nothing against him.

And I did not kill him.

Are you seriously telling this jury
that you considered a racehorse

to be a sound investment for your
employees' retirement money?

Before I bought Razputyn, I did
extensive research on his bloodlines.

I had x-rays taken of his
legs to detect any injuries.

I consulted with a preeminent veterinarian
in Dubai on the horse's confirmation.

If Razputyn belonged
to your employees,

why did you race the horse
in your own name?

A pension fund can't get an owner's
license in New York, Mr. McCoy.

If you'd done your homework,
you'd know that.

Well, that's convenient,
Mr. Varick.

So, you were able to use your expertise in
these matters to conceal your thievery?

Objection!
JUDGE: Sustained.

You under-reported
the price of the horse!

It's common practice
in the industry.

No one wants to publicize what they
paid for an animal in a private sale.

It's part of the game.

JACK: Of deceiving
the public?

I may have misled
the Jockey Club.

But I insured the horse
for what I paid

so that none of my employees
would lose a penny

of their money in the case
of an injury.

What about the fancy parties you
threw with our pension money?

(JUDGE BANGING GAVEL)

And the yacht you
took to the Caribbean?

Please, sir, sit down
and be quiet.

You're a thief, Edgar!
Athief!

JUDGE: Remove him
from the courtroom!

And your father...

Your father would roll over in his grave
if he knew what you were doing to us!

Come up!

Well, that was end run
around the Court's ruling.

Which the prosecution knew
absolutely nothing about.

Oh, I'm sure.
I'm moving for a mistrial.

A curative instruction
will suffice, here, Judge.

We'll let the jury go
home for the day.

I am loath to derail this
trial because of this,

but I will hear your arguments
at 09:30 tomorrow morning.

I just lost my head.

Sitting there,
watching Edgar lie like that.

I know it's upsetting,
but you can't just...

All that bull about the welfare of the
employees. It's just one big snowjob.

A cross-examination
is complicated, Mr. Shaney,

the first few questions
often lay a trap for later.

I'm sorry.

I should have just
let you do your job.

Yes, you should have! Very
poorjudgment on your part.

It's 11:10, Ms. Hammond.
Where's your client?

I don't know,
Your Honor.

He hasn't answered any of the
numbers we have for him.

Have you sent
someone to his home?

And his place of business.
We still can't find him.

Our detectives have
checked the morgue,

they've checked every
hospital in the borough,

and they've sent local police
to his mother's house.

JUDGE: So, what's
your pleasure, Counselors?

Apparently, Mr. Varick
has fled.

Since he voluntarily absented
himself from his trial,

he shouldn't be able
to claim it's unfair.

Your Honor should deny his
motion for a mistrial.

And what then, Mr. McCoy?

Continue the trial
in absentia.

If Mr. Shaney's outburst
was prejudicial before,

it's doubly so
if it appears to the jury

that my client was driven
from this courtroom.

The defendant should have
thought of that before he ran.

This is a pattern with Mr. Varick,
profiting from his own malfeasance,

and it's time
for it to stop.

As much as I would like to
continue without Mr. Varick,

lam going to play it safe.

I'm declaring a mistrial,
a bench warrant is ordered.

(BANGS GAVEL)

Anything new?

They found Varick's Mercedes
in a lot at JFK.

I'm checking with the FAA, they
should be able to track his passport

and find out
where he's headed

JACK: I doubt
if he'd use his own.

But don't put away the file.

Notice the defense for a motion
pursuant to Penal Law Article 450.

And call the NYPD
Mounted Unit.

They must have
a spare horse trailer.

The People have no right
to dispose of stolen property

until there is an adjudication
that it is, in fact, stolen!

That's not what
the statute says.

It allows the District Attorney to restore
stolen property to the lawful owner

upon written notification
to the defendant.

Who is not here to
challenge the allegation.

Because he fled thejurisdiction,
his car was found at JFK.

Your Honor, this so-called
stolen property,

it's not even in
the D.A.'s possession.

At 6:00 this morning, Razputyn was
seized from Caz Holliman's barn

and placed in
a police vehicle.

It is our further intention to seize
every item in Mr. Varick's possession,

since he began looting
his company's pension account.

From the racing stable
down to his martini shaker.

For spite?

To restore Vartek's
Pension Plan.

Your Honor, the tail
is wagging the dog here.

If Mr. Varick has a problem
with the People's application,

he has 48 hours to appear and
convince me why I shouldn't grant it.

So what now, Jack? Auction off
Razputyn to recoup the pension money?

That'll be up to the
Trustees, it's their horse.

A.D.A. Borgia.

Are you kidding? Uh, hold on.

They found Varick.

We towed the car in
from JFK.

Finally got around to
doing an inventory.

FONTANA: Here
lies Edgar Varick.

One in the head.

How many people did this guy
screw over at his company?

Three hundred.

Throw in the family and friends of Oscar
Salazar, that's a lot of suspects.

And a lot of justice.