All language subtitles for Law and order S17E01 - Fame

(male announcer)
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.

(man on TV)
Thank you very much.

Welcome, welcome.

Very exciting today.
A new world record...

What?

Noise from downstairs.

I don't think he's
totally moved out yet.

He comes for his boxes
at 10:30 at night?

Maybe.

Or not.

Hey...

I'm just gonna
peek in the window.

And that's all?

Nick!

[boxes rustling]

[beeping]

This is detective 720.

I need a 1085 forthwith.

Burglary in progress

at 307 East Fifth Street.

Freeze!

Ah!

No!

No!

[screaming and crying]

Brad! No!

Lieutenant...

Mr. Woodlief
lives across the street.

Saw the shooting
out his window.

Did you
see the shooter?

White kid, young.

Had a hat on,
but looked familiar.

From the neighborhood?
Maybe.

Well, we're gonna need you
down at the station house

looking at mug shots
right
away.

Okay?
Thank you, sir.

Perp was after something,
but it obviously wasn't loot.

I mean, there's over $1,000
worth of cameras in here.

Who lived here?

Some dude named
Gary Blanchard.

The neighbors thought he
moved out two days ago.

I got his information.
I'm gonna run it down.

Ah, the press will be
all over this.

And you know who's starting
in the squad today.

Yeah...
Detective Beauty Queen.

Yeah, I talked
to her captain.

He was cagey.
Not very complimentary.

Well, you know
what they say.

The better you are,
the more trash they talk.

Detective Nina Cassidy.

Anita Van Buren.

Ed Green.

Hey.

Welcome to the 2-7.

Your transfer coming down
as fast as it did,

I don't know
much about you.

Except, of course,
what I read in the papers.

That's tabloid stuff,
Lieu.

I didn't seek
any of that out.

And there was a lot
that wasn't accurate.

You been to CIC

or taken the homicide
investigator's course?

Next month.

You heard of BADS,
NITRO, CARS, all that?

I know they're
NYPD databases,

but I've never had
to use them before.

Well, your assignment,
until I tell you different,

is watch and learn.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm gonna go fill in
Carvahal's C.O.

See if his wife
is up to talking.

I want to be helpful,

but I don't know
what to tell you.

He heard a noise,
and then...

a minute later,
he was shot.

Had you had any problems
downstairs in the past?

We never saw
or heard the tenant.

We kept opposite hours.

My brother Jimmy
was in uniform

with your husband
at the 9-7.

He always spoke
very highly of Nick.

I saw your photos
in the paper.

The shooting
at the beauty salon.

You were very brave.

We're gonna find
who did this, Mrs. Carvahal.

I promise you that.

Excuse us a minute.
Detective.

[police radio chatters]

I said watch and learn.

You just promised
to close this case.

I was only
offering condolences.

Watch...and learn!

What are you gonna do
if the case falls apart?

What are you gonna say
to the widow then?

Lesson One.
Come
on.

I-I can't think

why anybody would want
to rob my old
place.

Do you think it
could have been random?

Thief was after something.

Listen, what is it
you do, exactly, Mr. Blanchard?

Snakeboy.net?

Yeah, I take shots
at dance clubs

and I post them
on my site.

It's subscriber-supported.

Right.
Catering to whom?

Well, the kids.
I shoot.

They see their photo
on my
page,

and it's like
their 15 minutes of fame!

Yes! You are
the beauty queen.

It's Detective Cassady.

No. Shh.

Actually...

Ho, ho, yes.

Detective Beauty Queen.

All right, sit your ass down!

Hey, come on!

We did mention that a police
officer was killed, right?

I'm sorry about that.
I am. I am.

Stop being a smartass.
I'm sorry.

You know, but I thought
I was the victim here.

We'll be in touch.

Hey!
[camera clicking]

Smile, babe!

You're a star!

[camera clicking]

Hey, Lieu...

Ballistics ran the slugs
that killed Detective Carvahal.

They're a match
for an open nightclub shooting

that happened last year.

How many suspects?
40?

Yeah, something like that.
But one of them stood out.

This guy, Jay Sitrick,
he's a bouncer.

They didn't have enough
to charge him,

and they
never found the gun.

Anything further
on Blanchard?

He doesn't have a record.

I take it he wasn't
very helpful,

that it wasn't
a pleasant interview?

He was a cocky little snot.
Why?

It shows.

He emailed the squad
contact address.

He was being disrespectful.

And we don't
have time for it.

Not with this case.

So handle it better.

Talk to Sitrick.

Nina.

Come on.

Last night
I was bouncing at the Beirut.

11th Street, First Ave.

10:00 p. to 4:00 a.
Check it out if you want.

Oh, we will, and that doesn't
mean you couldn't
have

provided the gun for this
robbery, Mr. Sitrick.

A gun that never
proved was mine

in a shooting
I wasn't a part of.

Yeah, but you were
the only one interviewed

with gunpowder residue
on your hands.

That test was inconclusive.

Guys, look, I understand.

[motor runs]
When one of yours gets killed,

you gotta be out there
and you have to--

[motor dies]

Sorry.
Couldn't hear you.

[sighs]

I had nothing to do
with the robbery.

And I had nothing to do
with shooting that cop.

You got anything to do
with Blanchard?

[scoffs]
He's a dirt bag.

A guy did time
because of him.

Did time for what?

Him and Blanchard got drunk

at a SoHo-ey art show
and they stole a painting.

The D.A. put one deal
on the table.

Blanchard flipped first.

The guy who got sent up
just got out.

I'd be talking to him.

You know
this ex-con's name?

Teddy Gullo.

He threw that painting
in the river!

I saw him do it!

Look, we don't think

that you went by his place
to kill anybody,
Teddy.

I didn't
go to his place.

So where were you,
10:30 last night?

Here!

You checked in at 11:15.

I was copping, all right?

Which is a parole violation.
Surprise, surprise.

Name of your dealer?

I didn't kill anybody!

So why'd you nearly
take Blanchard's head off

at the Bowery Pool Hall?

He owed me some money
for a job I
did.

He threatened to welch,
so I convinced him to pay.

What kind of job?

He's getting into selling
stalkerazzi
photos

for the tabloids.

Pictures of stars
with their hair in curlers,

scratching their ass?

The job was to sit outside
Chelsea Palace

and follow Sky Sweet.

The actress?

The Holy Grail being if she
came out with her little baby.

Which she did.
So I called him.

He tailed her and offered
10% off of any photo sale.

So how come he didn't
want to give you the money?

Because she put an injunction
against him

selling the photos.

I didn't care.
I wanted my 10 grand.

Well...so the photos
were worth 100 grand?

Photos doing what?

Something she didn't want
in the papers, I guess.

Those photos
are confidential.

That's why we got
the injunction.

Do you understand
that they may have led

to a police officer
being killed?

Yeah.

Well, do I need to explain
the importance of that to you?

I was taking Sophia
for a walk in the park.

She threw her noony.

When I bent down to pick it up,
she slipped.

She was fine.

Right. Blanchard
caught that on film?

I looked up and there he was,
blasting away.

She needs a change.
Yes, ma'am.

Am I right?

There have been other
photos in the press

concerning
your parenting?

Yeah, a scumbag in L.A.
got pictures of her

in my car alone
five minutes,

while I went
for a Frappuccino.

It was, like, 60 degrees,
and the windows were cracked.

Right, and we understand
that that led to questioning

from Child Services
in Los Angeles?

So what?

Ever occur to you

that another
public incident

might lead to an interview
from Child Services

here in New York?
A pointless one, yeah.

That's why
I wanted the pictures.

They were out of context.

Was Blanchard
willing to sell?

We're negotiating.

How high's the number?

You accusing me
of something?
Look here...

You and your baby daddy

been running around town
like you're Bonnie and Clyde.

Hanging out with
hard core rappers.

Now, some of them...
are real thugs.

They have real history.

Including robbery.

Blanchard wanted 400 grand,

which is about what I spent
this year on sweatpants.

So it was the principle.

Not the money.
I didn't need them stolen.

Now, I'm exhausted.

The baby's kept me up
all night this week.

Page Six has you partying
all over the city this week.

I liked it better
when you didn't talk.

Well, since the floodgates
are open,

you got an infant
in the room.

[whispering]
No smoking.

No...no...no.

No, they're not the guy.
Not even close.

Mind if I hit the head?

Down the hall.

Nina...

We got nothing
on that recanvass.

Ditto for Mr. Woodlief.

Right.

And, um...
I know I lost my temper

with Little Miss Superstar.

Mmm, now that
seemed justified.

Yeah, but I get it
if the boss has to know.

If you knew me a day longer,
and you were a dude,

I'd pop you in the mouth
for saying that.

If I have a disagreement
with you,

I'm gonna say it
to your face.

You're not gonna hear about it
through the lieutenant.

That's lesson number two.

How many lessons
are there, exactly?

There are 740.
Exactly.

Excuse me,
but this was in the bathroom.

You can leave it there.

No, I think the cover photo

is the man
who shot the policeman.

J-Train Smolka?

That's Sky Sweet's husband.

Estranged, till recently.

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

J-Train.

Real name's Justin.
They've been married two years.

His hard-partying ways
have forced a separation,

but only as far
as the guest house

of her Bel-Air mansion.

But if you
sniff around online,

there's talk
of a reconciliation.

Fabulous.

I was getting
a little worried.

[laughs]

I mention it because they
were spotted at a restaurant

in the city,
so he's in town.

All of which you know
from the
tabloids.

But, Lieu, J-Train matches
the general
description

the witness gave
at the crime scene.

Young, white male.
Right.

But Mr. Woodlief came
to this photo on his own.

He--he was sure about it.

And you take
the celebrity part out of it,

it's a husband standing up
for his wife, right?

All right, what do you know
about this J-Train?

He has a reputation
as a hothead and street thug.

Does his sheet
support that?

The only collar he got
was driving
150

in his Bugatti
in Miami.

Is there any connection

between him
and Blanchard?

Blanchard said
he'd gotten emails.

All right.

DCPI said word's out
that you talked with Sky Sweet.

So...press is gonna be
camped out wherever

this J-Train is.

Cassady...

Do me a favor.

Keep your face
out of the press.

[hip-hop music]

♪ J-Train up in this joint ♪

Yo, cut the track, G.

Got it.
[music stops]

Yeah, I wrote Blanchard
this email.

So you threatened to
"cap his bitch ass."

[chuckles]
That's just talk,
you know what I'm sayin'?

No.

Not when a police officer's
been murdered, no.

I don't know
what you're saying.

How's that on me?

Stealing photos
from Blanchard

might have bolstered
your street cred.

That rep was invented
by a
publicist.

I'm from Orlando.

Yeah, well, there's
all these
rumors

about gunplay with you.

Smashing up hotel rooms.

I got no gun.

And trashing that hotel
was staged.

I'm trying
to sell records.

Well, if everything's staged,

why'd you get an injunction
to freeze photos of your wife

dropping your baby?

Because that wasn't staged.

That was some scumbag
taking advantage.

But we get it.
He's just looking to earn.

Everybody knows it's a game.

It's a game.

So why were you seen

leaving Blanchard's place

last night
after the shooting?

[scoffs]

Whoever saw that,
I wouldn't trust 'em.

I was working last night.

You better hope you're
on the security cameras.

No, I wasn't here.

I was with our girl
who runs the fan site

and handles the mail,
Beth Swailes.

[chuckles]

And any more for me?

You can talk to our lawyer.

But I'm sorry about
your homey, yo!

You might as well
turn around.

You've got someone
to talk to.

Justin Smolka's
cell records

show a bunch
of text messages

to a Michael Whalen.

He's got a sheet
a mile long.

Junkie dealer--
I know him from my foot patrol

on the Lower East Side.

Yeah, well,
it turns out

he was also questioned

at the nightclub shooting
last year,

where a murder weapon
was used.

He could be the source
of the gun.

He could be the shooter.

Beth Swailes backed up
Justin's
alibi.

I don't know.

A long-time employee
as an alibi witness...

She had her story straight.

Well, stick a pin in it.

[police siren]

I'll have uniformed backup

meet you
at Whalen's apartment,

just in case.

You're staying here.

Boss, I know this Whalen.

I know his big Rottweiler.
We got rapport.

If he's the shooter,

I don't want you
going through that door.

I'll hang back.

You'll hang here.

How's that fit in
with watch and learn?

Ed, they'll be
waiting for you.

Watch out for the dog.

All right.

Lieutenant...

Look, I'm sure you had
a hand-picked replacement

for when Detective Fontana
retired.

You're absolutely right.
First grader.

A lot of years on the job.

And you gotta feel
I was shoved down your throat

because of all the press
around me.

You know,
my only issue with you

is that you're green.

The promotion was a fluke.

Okay?
I cop to it.

I was in the wrong salon
at the right time.

But I did hold my gun straight,
and I'm here now.

You know, it's something
that takes a police officer

years to achieve.

Homicide is not about
writing summonses

or keeping the peace;
it's a skill.

A skill learned
from experience.

Which I'm hungry to get.
Fast.

Isn't that what you
came in with?

Oh, much more.

Five years in the bag.
Seven undercover in narcotics.

That's where you got
your street chops.

I'm getting mine here.

And until you get
those
chops,

you're a liability
to yourself and your partner.

You don't go through doors.

[pounding on a door]

Whalen!

It's the police!

Hey, listen!
[dog barking]

Just let me walk out of here,
or I'm gonna sic him on you!

You do that,
and I'll blow his brains out.

Now call him off.
I didn't do nothin'!

You got two seconds
to call him off.

One...two...

Bubba!
Bubba, come here.

[dog whimpers]

Come out with your hands up,
Whalen!

Can I just say good-bye
to him, please?

All right, get up.

Get up!

Up against the wall.

Detective!

Gun.

Come on.

Hey, Lieu.

The lab confirmed
that it is the gun

that killed Carvahal.

Crime Scene's
running prints now.

What do you know about him?

Dad was a drunk.
Beat him.

When Mike was 10,
he found the old man

hanging from a shower rod.

Then his older sister
took care of him.

She died two years ago
of ovarian cancer,

and the mom's in
a state mental home in Albany.

Well, boss?

Just take it slow.

Listen, Whalen...

I'll put in a call
to Mrs. Strasnik

and ask if
she can take Bubba

till you can
sort this through.

But only if you are
completely honest,

and stop acting
like a
baby.

My mom called.

She said she saw you
in the paper,

and that she's
real proud of you.

How proud would she be knowing
where you're at right now?

Hmm?

How about Lorraine?

[crying]
Lorraine is dead.

Would she be proud
after spending all that time

teaching you
right from wrong?

But I didn't do anything wrong.

Then why is a police officer--

like me, your friend--
murdered,

and the gun that killed him
in your apartment?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Mike...

All that time
I spent with you...

Buying you food
when you had nothing to eat.

Peeling you off the sidewalk
and getting you home.

You gotta stand up
now, Mike.

Do the right thing.

Earn all that kindness.

Or else you and Bubba,
you're done.

[sniffles]

His name is Smolka.

He's famous.

Why was it
so hard to admit?

Because I was
at the robbery.

You were in the apartment?

No, down the block.

Driving getaway.

And you got the gun?

No, he asked me
for a gun,

and I had one,
so I lent it to him.

Wait, hold up.

How do you know him?

I met him at a club,

and he parties
with meth sometimes.

Did you know
who you were ripping off?

No, I swear.

He just said
that he needed a piece

and a wheel man.

And I needed the $50.

Please don't tell my mom.

[sobbing]

[knock on door]

Crime Scene lifted
Smolka's prints

off the murder weapon.

Go get him.

Go.

[hip-hop music]

♪ My drink
is Hennessy on ice ♪

♪ I call it Henny Diamond ♪

♪ Girls that try to keep up
end up losing hymen ♪ ♪

All right.
Yo.
What's
up?

[music stops]
You're under arrest for
the murder of Nick Carvahal.

[laughs]
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

[crowd shouting]

Back it up!
Back it up!

Out of the way.

Out of the way!
I want my lawyer.

You'll get your lawyer.

Hey, yo,
it's a frame-up, yo!

Shut your mouth!

Docket number 101672.

People vs.
Justin Anthony Smolka.

Charge is murder
in the First Degree.

How do you plead,
Mr. Smolka?

Absolutely not guilty.

ADA Rubirosa,
light a fire under it.

Your Honor, the defendant
was burglarizing an apartment.

And in the course
of the burglary,

he killed a New York City
police officer.

If that doesn't earn remand,
I don't know what
does.

Except there's
no physical evidence

connecting my client
to the scene--

There is an eyewitness
who puts Smolka at the scene.

There is also
an alibi witness

who puts him
three miles away.

His prints are on
the murder weapon,

he had motive, and his wife
has more money than
God.

And, if anybody's interested,

Detective Carvahal's widow

gave birth to a healthy
baby boy this morning.

Defendant's remanded.

[pounds gavel]

[hip-hop music]

♪ I'm comin' hard
from the prison yard ♪

♪ With a untouchable squad ♪

♪ The way that I roll ♪

Maybe it's generational,
Connie,

but this is
incomprehensible to me.

It's incomprehensible
to anyone without a lobotomy.

But he's famous?
You know who he is?

Just from what I've read
in the checkout lines.

He's a, uh, failed actor.
Failed singer.

They actually met
when he was doing a bit part

in one of her films.

She, on the other hand,

makes $7 million a picture.

So they could easily
buy the photos of Sky Sweet

dropping her baby.

Why steal them?

The real question is,
why keep them from the press?

Those pictures of her
leaving her kid in the car,

they made headlines
for weeks.

Will the accomplice stand up,
Mike Whalen?

A lifetime drug addict
with a lot to lose?

I know I'd tear him apart
on the stand.

You may need a deal
for his testimony regardless.

Now, you've got
a decent eyewitness

and Smolka's prints
on the gun.

But Smolka's got an alibi

and a Howitzer
in his back pocket.

You try any profile cases
in C.C.?

Just workaday
career criminals.

But no skeletons in my closet.
No arrests, no drugs.

Straight "As"
since first grade.

Yeah, me too.

I didn't shoot anybody.

I wasn't
at that apartment.

And we have a very plausible
alternative theory of the crime.

Yeah,
Mike Whalen did this.

On his own.

Explain your prints
on the murder weapon.

Mr. Whalen showed up

at a recording studio
where my client was working

and asked
to see him privately.

Yeah, he
handed me a gun.

And asked me
to hide it for him.

I said no way, gave it back,
and told him to go to hell.

Mike Whalen,
a drug addict,

approaches
a world-famous celebrity

to hold his gun?

[scoffs]

I bought drugs from him
in the
past.

I used to abuse
methamphetamine.

I'm in recovery now,

but he threatened
to take that to the press.

Is there anyone
who can corroborate

this meeting took place?

No, he called me
out to the street.

Alone.

Is there anything about
this story that can be proved?

Mike Whalen
thought Blanchard

had photos in his apartment
worth $5 million.

Photos of what?

Katie Holmes
giving silent birth.

Shot from some remote
pinhole camera

that Blanchard
bribed a nurse

to bring into
the delivery room in L.A.

Nonsense.
Yeah, exactly.

But two weeks ago,
Blanchard got drunk

at this dump
called Boardner's...

and bragged he was moving up
to the big time.

I heard it.
So did Whalen.

I dismissed it like you,
but...

[chuckles]

I mean, Mike's not so smart.

Blanchard confirms that
the conversation took place,

and that he said
he had the photos.

Which he doesn't.

Well, five million's awfully
good motive to do burglary.

Especially if you're
a broke drug addict.

Feels like a smokescreen.

Well, now it's
he said, he said.

And it destroys any deal
that you might have made

for Mike Whalen's testimony.

It'll look like that you
dismissed

Whalen's direct
involvement out of hand,

and that Smolka's prosecution
was personal.

So we try Mike Whalen
alongside Justin Smolka.

No whiff

of preferential treatment.

They both killed a cop.

Now, crack Smolka's
alibi witness.

Or find something
to crack her with.

Mr. McCoy, over this way please.

Smile, Jack.
Say cheese.

Is this case politically
motivated?

How long are you gonna hold
J-Train?

At what time
did Mr. Smolka arrive

the night of the shooting,
Ms.
Swailes?

About 7:30.

He stayed until midnight.

Doing what?

We were working
on Sky's website.

J-Train is good
on content,

not so good on design.

That's where I come in.

Did anyone else, um,
see him here?

Oh, I don't let people in
when he's here.

Could cause a riot.

There's a lot of photos
of this person with Sky.

Who is she?
That's me.

From a few years ago.

Gained a few since.

I should get
back to work now.

You--you worked with Sky,
what, six
years?

That's right.

But, Beth...

you wouldn't
lie for her, would you?

Or J-Train?

Or course not.

'Cause, you know,

I do see this kind of thing
a lot in criminal
cases.

People think
they're helping,

but what they're really doing
is committing
perjury.

I would never do that.

Because it's not
in your nature, or because...

you know you would go to jail
for committing
perjury?

J-Train was here
from 7:30 until midnight.

Forgive me, but...

I don't believe
a word that you're saying.

We're done, right?

[crying]
What people don't understand

is that all of
the photographers

and press, it...
destroys our life.

[sniffling]
No one gets it
that we're people, too.

Don't watch too much of that;
it'll rot your brain.

I think I found something
to impeach Beth Swailes.

She's a pathologically
obsessed fan.

Seven years ago,
she went on a game show

She had plastic surgery
to look like Sky Sweet.

They look nothing alike.

Well, that's after

she had nine more procedures.

She had her face
sliced to ribbons

to look like Sky Sweet.

Lying on the stand's gonna be
a walk in the
park.

Did you, um...
catch the Ledger today?

Adam Stein's gossip column?

"An industry insider says
prosecutors don't have a clue

as to the actual motive
in the case."

You should, uh, skip down
to the last
paragraph.

"With such rocky evidence,
we only hope the prosecution

"isn't bulldogging
the Smolka-Sweet family

"for their lifestyle
and non-traditional parenting.

"What's worse, we ask,
a short stay alone in Mom's car

"or nine years of neglect,
which is how long

"it's been since
Jack McCoy...

has spoken
to his only daughter."

They're trying to poison
the jury pool.

It's a very low blow.

If we don't have a clue
about the actual motive,

I wonder what it was.

Maybe he can help us

with our case.

Let's talk to Stein.

Get the source.

Would you walk up
to a New York Times reporter

asking for sources--
I don't think so.

All due respect,
you're not a reporter.

All due respect--I write facts,
they write facts.

What's the diff?

Gravity.
Importance.

I was writing about
a murder case.

And if it's so unimportant,
what brought you to Midtown?

Are you willing to go to jail
to protect this source?

Have you ever heard
of the Shield Law?

It protects journalists.

You're a gossip columnist.

It's the newspaper equivalent
of a flesh peddler.

God, you're nasty.

What they say about
Latina women is so--

This isn't a joke,
Mr. Stein.

If you know something
about our murder case,

let's hear it,
or I guarantee you'll be

in a contempt hearing
within a day.

You're just miffed about
that whole daughter thing.

(reporters)
There she is. Sky!

[reporters clamoring]

All right, people,
let's keep it back.

Your source.
I won't divulge.

See you in court.

Yeah, promises, promises.

Hey, do you like sangria?

Your tie?
Really, really stupid.

Is gossip news?

The Shield Law defines "news"

as information concerning
local, national,

or worldwide events,

or other matters
of public concern.

So absolutely, yes.

Lindsay Lohan
spotted at Bungalow 8.

Or an Olsen twin at Starbucks.

Is that really news,
Your Honor?

Judging by
the column inches

devoted,
it's presently more relevant

to this country
than a war we're fighting.

But is information
of prurient interest

what the Shield Law
was designed to protect?

If he's hired
by a newspaper,

and paid by it
to gather news,

then Mr. Stein
is protected from contempt.

Where did this conversation
between Mr. Stein

and this source take place?

It was in a nightclub,
Your Honor.

And how was this confidential
information discussed

between reporter
and source?

Screamed out
over the dance music?

It was discussed
in a lavatory.

(McCoy)
How can that possibly be
considered confidential?

Because the source

explicitly stated his desire
to be kept confidential.

Then he should have
held the conversation

at a private location.

We stand by Mr. Stein's
First Amendment rights

to trample the privacy
of celebrities.

But...

a conversation
in a nightclub toilet

is not Deep Throat's
parking garage.

(Judge)
Now, I'm a staunch defender
of the press.

Even the gossip pages,
God bless them.

But if you report news,
act like a journalist,

Mr. Stein.

To me, this is
party conversation.

Refuse to divulge
the name of this source,

I'll find you in contempt.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

You'll just have
to throw me in jail.

So be it.

[gavel banging]

I bet you'd
hold out six hours.

Yet, here we are
in four.

I am a journalist.

I deserve the rights
of every journalist.

Put that
in your prison memoir.

Gary Blanchard.

That's the guy who told me
you had the wrong motive.

Why?

I advanced him 20 grand
for 50 photos

I guaranteed
would get printed.

All this went down
in the middle of a murder case?

His info was current, juicy.

And the 50 credits
would make his name.

He struck while
the iron was hot.

That's the way
the game is played.

What did Blanchard say
was the right motive?

[laugh]
You'll, uh...

You'll wanna see that
for yourself.

(Rubirosa)
Pictures from
Blanchard's computer.

Stein was right.
We didn't have a clue.

Sky Sweet
doing drugs.

At the Formosa Club.

Look at the background.

New Year's Eve decorations
from last
year.

Club said they were only up
for two days.

Time that out
with the birth of her baby,

and that's a picture
of Sky Sweet snorting cocaine,

five months pregnant.

This is the first
I've seen
them.

I find that
hard to believe.

The only photos
I thought Blanchard had

were of me and Sophia
in the
park.

Those hitting the papers

would have made for
a routine embarrassment,

but it's safe to call these
a career-ender.

What do you want
from me?

Did your husband

break into
Blanchard's apartment

and steal these photos?

I don't think
he knew about them.

Is that what Blanchard
is saying?

He's saying he told no one
but Adam Stein.

He's not very trustworthy.

Well, I've never
seen these before.

And I don't think
Justin has either.

I think the jury
will disagree.

Wait a minute.

These are gonna be used
as
evidence?

Against Justin?

Blown up on a widescreen
in the courtroom.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe
this is happening.

We understand if you're trying
to protect your husband.

But a police officer
was murdered.

So you'll destroy my career?

And send Child Services?

I have no intention
of sending them.

Oh, but they'll sure
take an interest,

won't they?
They may.

Look.
I know this looks bad.

But Sophia has been tested

against every possible
abnormality.

She's not small for dates,
she had a normal APGAR.

Please don't take my baby.

I think you should leave.

(female lawyer)
Justin, why do you record
under the name "J-Train?"

I know it'll be
a headline tomorrow,

but in real life,
I'm a boring guy.

But J-Train is a street thug,
who takes what he wants

when he wants it.

Parties day and night,
and can't keep his...

mall laugh]
He's a player.

(lawyer)
Isn't it conceivable
that a player

would want revenge
against the man who'd shot

compromising photographs
of his wife?

(Smolka)
Except the J-Train

persona is complete fiction.

Is the line ever blurred
between you and the persona?

In real life,
I'm a husband, a father,

an artist,
and a businessman.

I don't have time
for anything else.

Is there any reason

that you would break in
to Gary Blanchard's apartment?

No.

Where were you

the night his apartment
was burglarized

and Detective Carvahal
was murdered?

I was with Beth Swailes,

at her apartment
in Chelsea,

updating my wife's website.

On the night
of the burglary,

you needed someone
with a gun, didn't you?

I had nothing to do
with the burglary.

I was with Beth Swailes
that night.

(McCoy)
You recruited
your ex-drug dealer

to drive you

to Mr. Blanchard's apartment,

where you intended
to break
in

and steal these photographs,

didn't you?

No.

Would these photographs

constitute a reason

to break into the apartment?

I had no idea those photos
existed until a few days ago.

(McCoy)
You were aware of other,
less incriminating, pictures?

You were negotiating
for them.

But you didn't know about
the most incendiary of all?

Maybe Blanchard was saving them
for a rainy day.

I don't know.

You went to commit
a robbery,

to steal these photographs
of your wife,

but you were interrupted
by a neighbor

who was a police officer,
and you shot him, didn't you?

We struggled with drugs.

That doesn't make her evil,

or me a killer.

(judge)
Mr. Smolka--

Look, I didn't rob
or kill anyone!

Mike Whalen killed that cop,

and he's blaming it on me

because I stopped
buying his drugs.

His money supply
got cut off,

and he got desperate
to score,

and stole from

his sister's
medical insurance--
That's a lie!

And it killed her!

He's a liar!
That's enough.

(judge)
Get him out of here.

We're in recess
till tomorrow morning.

I'm telling you
flat out.

Mike Whalen did not spend

his sister's insurance money
on dope.

We both know how desperate
junkies get.

He didn't eat for two weeks
after she passed.

He nearly died of grief.

Or guilt.

It's not in his nature.

I'm 1,000% positive.

(McCoy)
It only matters

if Detective Cassady can prove
Smolka lied on the stand.

Can she?
No.

So maybe Whalen's a patsy,
but unless she can prove it,

it's a character reference.

Not helpful at the moment.

Well, the Sky Sweet photos

are all over the Net.

The blogs say jail her,

and they're talking about
boycotting her films.

It's fallout.
It'll dissipate.

Still, you got her pretty good.

It was motive evidence.

Oh, is that
what it was, Jack?

Or, uh...
was it revenge

because your daughter
was mentioned in the press?

Is that what they're saying
on the news magazines?

Oh, I...know
it's a sore subject.

(Rubirosa)
One less witness.

Defense camp just called.

Beth Swailes
is offist.

Really.

Was Justin really with you(Beth)
the night of the shooting?

Yes.
At the times you said?

Maybe a little later.

I don't know, I didn't
check my
clock.

And that's why you won't
testify for him?

I don't buy that.

Does this have
anything to do

with the photographs
that were taken?

They made me sick
to my
stomach.

It's awful,
Sky having to endure that.

But why stop
protecting Justin?

Because he did it
to
her.

He made her a drug addict?

She never got high
before
him.

And seeing those pictures?

Did Justin say anything to you
about where he had been

before going to your apartment
the night of the shooting?

No, he just
sat in the corner.

But what I don't
understand is,

there were only
two or three people

that knew Sky would be
at that New Year's Eve party.

When the photos
were taken.

And there was security
like
crazy.

You'd have to be
awful lucky

to be in that bathroom
at that time.

Unless Sky was being set up.

You think it was Justin
that set her up?

I have to go.

Beth...

(McCoy)
The obstruction of justice

will get you two years,
Mr. Blanchard.

But blackmail?
Extortion?

For what?

Were the photographs
of Sky Sweet

at the Formosa Club
part of a business arrangement

between you
and Justin Smolka?

[nervous laugh]

Where are you
getting this from?

If a photographer

got into
the women's bathroom,

someone let him in.

And knew to let him in

when Sky was going
to be doing drugs.

Security was bulletproof
at the Formosa that night.

Did Justin Smolka
let you in?

Did you conspire with him

to blackmail his wife?

We say that's the case.

You could spend
the next decade in jail.

No ti--no, I don't want
to do any time.

All right, I'll testify
against Justin, but no time.

I'll even give you
a
gift.

Adam Stein over at
The New York Ledger

says that there is
a lot of response

to that bit
about your daughter.

Now, I went up to Maine,

and I took some photos.

You can have 'em.

Keep the photographs.

What do you know?

Justin Smolka hired me

to hide in a bathroom
of the Formosa Club

and get shots of his wife
doing drugs.

(McCoy)
He knew that
she'd be doing drugs?

He planned on
giving them to her that night,

because he knew that she
had been trying to kick.

So she wouldn't be able
to resist.

She...was vulnerable.

(McCoy)
What was your arrangement
with Mr. Smolka?

He was gonna give me
100 grand for my shots.

For what purpose?

He said he needed them
for insurance.

In their divorce settlement.

He signed a pre-nup

which gave him nothing.

But what happened
with your business arrangement

with Mr. Smolka?

When I actually got the shots,
I decided to up my price

to $1,000,000.

When did you
tell Mr. Smolka this?

The day before

my apartment
got broke into...

and that cop got shot.

(reporter)
Ms. Sweet, can we get
a statement from you?

[crowd murmurs]

You have one bargaining chip,
Mr.
Smolka.

The truth about

Mike Whalen's involvement.

(lawyer)
What's it buy?

(McCoy)
5 off. 20 years.

We're out.

Sit!

You too?

All I wanted
was you to love me.

I gave you everything.

You gave me orgasms.

Did he give you
drugs that night?

Yes.

You asked for 'em!

I asked you
to watch out for me,

and you set me up!

My career is over.

I never killed any cop.

Yes, you did.

And you told me you did.

Keep fighting this.
It's on your dime.

Mike Whalen
took eight years.

Been reading the Internet?

Sky Sweet is going
into rehab.

She hopes her fans forgive her,
and it looks like they have.

There's clamor for a biopic.

Guess it's true there's
no such thing as bad ink.

Oh, uh, these came for you.

[sighs]

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