All language subtitles for Law and order S20E09 - For the Defense

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.

The evidence will
clearly show that William
Avery and Taryn Murdock

were illicit lovers who
conspired together

to murder Mrs. Murdock's
husband and collect
his insurance.

You will hear from a witness
who sold Mr. Avery
the murder weapon.

You will also hear from
Mr. Avery's former girlfriend,

to whom he drunkenly
bragged of his plan

to get rich by killing,
quote, "Some rich old guy
who was too dumb to live."

It will be your duty
to send him and his
accomplice to prison

so we will all be safe
from their lethal stupidity.

Defense reserves
its opening.

Very well.

The People may call
their first witness.

Is there a problem,
Mr. Cavanaugh?

Umm...

She's not here,
Your Honor.

Front desk says
that she's been a guest
here for a week,

but I didn't see
her until today.

She comes out,
I ask her if she
needs a cab,

all of a sudden
a blue Audi, it was
parked right over there,

starts up, drives over,
and just starts shooting.

You know?
Bang, bang,
bang, bang.

She goes down,
the car takes off
around the corner.

You catch a plate?
Yeah. It was New York.

I missed the last
couple numbers,
though.

Sorry.
Okay. Thanks.

She took one
to the face,
one to the body.

Shooter got a pigeon, too.

Yeah... Two shell casings,
.45's, there might be
some more around.

Detective?
Ah, thanks.

Maggie Hayes.
Address in the Bronx.

So why was she
staying here?

Max Cavanaugh.
Manhattan D.A.

You're a little early.
I don't think we're ready
to arrest anybody yet.

She was supposed
to testify for me today.

Murder case.

So she's staying here
to hide from somebody.

Her ex-boyfriend's
one of the defendants,
made some crazy threats.

She lived and worked in
the Bronx so we figured

putting her in Manhattan
was good enough.

This doesn't do
my case any good.

Sorry about that.

Her ex, any way
he would know she
was staying here?

I told her not
to tell anyone.

Maybe a little
birdie told him.

Maggie was crazy, man.

She partied hard,
got high, gambled.

There was this bar
in Greenpoint she would
hang out at after work.

I'd meet her there,
see her with a
whole lot of lowlifes.

That's why I broke
up with her.

Because you
disapproved of
her lifestyle.

That why you said,
after you were arrested,

that you'd "Kill
her skanky ass"?

That was an emotional
day for me.

Mr. Avery and I are as
shocked as anyone by
this tragic death.

Happier than most
though, I bet.

Maggie was going
to finger you
as a killer, Will.

I didn't have nothing
to do with this.

Just like you didn't have
anything to do with the
murder you're on trial for.

We're not here to talk
about his current trial,

which, by the way,
he was attending when
Ms. Hayes was killed.

I'm no detective,
but that seems to me
like a pretty good alibi.

Mmm.

Yeah?
Umm...

RTCC ran your
partial license plate?

A hundred...

Good sandwich, Loo?

I got my appetite
back for the first
time in six weeks.

I'm taking advantage.
Here.

Now, there are a hundred
possible matches
for the plate,

not one is an Audi, so...

The doorman either got
the make wrong,
or the number.

What do you have?

Uh, well, William Avery's
told us he used to meet

Maggie Hayes after work
at a bar in Greenpoint.

According to the case D.A.,
Maggie worked in the Bronx.

Well, that's a long
way from Greenpoint.

That bar must have one
hell of a happy hour.

Or Maggie lied
to the D.A.

Her employer of record was
a payroll service in the Bronx

but she actually worked
at Amstrad Shipping,
in Brooklyn.

Shipping. There are
docks in Greenpoint.

Ooh, and there is
this bakery down there

that makes an
amazing key lime pie.

We're on it.

I still can't believe it.

When I heard
about Maggie...

You knew her pretty
well, Ms. Regan?

Uh, Paige. We ran
the office together.

Maggie was
really... Lively.

Mr. Rainey, these
are detectives.

Hello, Bart Rainey.

You're here about Maggie?

It was that scumbag
boyfriend, wasn't it?

You heard about that?

Well, I knew she was
testifying against him.

I knew she was scared.
She took off from here,
disappeared.

You didn't
know where she was?

Nobody did.

Well, somebody did.

She didn't tell me.

Mr. Rainey, what,
uh, kind of business
is this?

Uh, we export used
cars to Latin America.

They love them
down there.

Well, looks like
business is kind of slow.

A shipment
just went out.

Uh, the recession's
actually a good time for us.

Three-car families
cutting down to two,
you know?

'95 Eddie Bauer
Bronco, right?

I used to have one of
these in college.
V-8, Skyjacker lift kit...

Is it for sale?

Only if you can do
better than 35,000
Argentinean pesos.

How much is that?
9 grand.

Told you. They love
them down there.

I'll check my piggy bank.
Thanks, guys.

You get the numbers?
Yep.

Think I fooled him?
Nope.

We ran the
Bronco's plate.

It's supposed to
be on a Miata.

Mismatched plates.
Just like the blue Audi
the shooter was driving.

So maybe our doorman
wasn't wrong after all.

Yeah, we did a
little digging.

Turns out the feds have
Mr. Rainey on their radar

as an associate of
the Pantano family.

Loan sharking,
extortion...

And now exporting stolen
cars to Latin America?

Well, not exactly.

We ran the Bronco's VIN.

It was turned in
under the Cash for
Clunkers program.

So it was supposed
to be destroyed.

Yeah, it got a reprieve.
It's going to Buenos
Aires instead.

Yeah, whole point
was to get these gas
guzzlers off our streets.

Mr. Rainey figured out a way
to put 'em on somebody else's.

That's creative.

Ozone gets messed
up down there,

it's still going
to bite us in the
ass up here, right?

Could be Rainey was
worried Maggie Hayes
would spill the beans.

He knew she was talking
to cops and D.A.s.

But he said he didn't know
where she was staying?

Not a clue.

And he wouldn't
lie, right?

Check the hotel's
surveillance video.

Thanks.

There.
She's getting dinner again.

Yeah. That's Tuesday night.

She had spaghetti carbonara
and German chocolate cake.

Hmm...

No visitors.
She never went out.

She watched a lot
of pay-per-view.

And room service
three times a day.

Looks like
that guy's getting some
room service, too.

Hey, hold up.
Slow it down.

Is that Rainey?

Slow it up.

Not exactly.

Paige Regan.
Maggie's friend
from the office,

who didn't know
where Maggie was.

Yeah. Liar, liar,
pants on fire.

Ms. Regan.

Oh. Hey, uh,
Mr. Rainey's still inside
if you want to talk to...

Actually, we're here
to talk to you.

Well, I told you
everything I know.

Like, for example,
you had no idea
where Maggie was hiding.

Look, I have a boyfriend.

The thing with Maggie,
it was kind of on
the down low.

How did Maggie
feel about that?

You maybe have
a lovers' quarrel?

No. My God. Look...

She was lonely
in that hotel
so she called me.

We can check your
phone records, Ms. Regan,
and see who called who.

Who else knew
Maggie was there?

Did you tell
your boss?

Mr. Rainey?
Yes, Mr. Rainey.

And did he ever
drive a blue Audi,
by the way?

I don't know. Why?

That's what Maggie's
killer was driving.

Oh God. I can't talk to you.

I have to go.

She kept looking
at the warehouse

like Rainey was going
to come out and bite her.

With a.45.

She knows it was him.
She also knows what happens
to people who talk about him.

So we have a witness,
but she won't talk.

What about the
famous blue Audi?

It's on the
MVHerman Melville.

It's a cargo ship.

It took on 87 cars
from Amstrad Shipping

a few hours
after the murder.

Among them,
a 1999 Audi A6.
Color, blue.

Where is it now?

In the Caribbean.
A day out of
Barranquilla, Colombia.

You want us to hop down there?
It's getting a little chilly
around here.

Save your sun block.

NYPD Intel has
a detective in Bogota.

I'll get you a sweater.

We found the Audi.
It's our murder car.

And it's in South America?

In the personal custody
of NYPD Detective
Kevin Dolan.

Colombian authorities
seized it at his request.

He searched it and found
a.45 caliber shell
casing under a floor mat.

He uploaded it into
ATF's e-trace system.

It matches the shell
casings at the crime scene.

So now all we have to do
is put Bart Rainey in that car
at the time of the murder?

We think we have someone
who can do that.

That would be the victim's
lesbian lover who's
too scared to testify?

We were thinking
we could make her
too scared not to.

This is the ship's manifest.

Look at the signature.

"Paige Regan."

So Ms. Regan is on
the hook for grand larceny,

not to mention
enterprise corruption.

Falsifying business
records and fraud.

That adds up to about
75 years. Unless you
tell us what you know.

He'll kill me.

Rainey? Like he
killed Maggie?

Have a seat.

He told me to find
out where she was.

He said he had
to see her about some...

Problem with the books.

And I... I believed him.

I called her up
and made a date.

I wanted to see her anyway.

So you told Rainey
where she was.

The next day, when
Maggie was killed,

I thought it was
her old boyfriend.

That's what I told myself.

Then you told me
about the blue car.

Rainey drove it
that afternoon.

The afternoon
that Maggie was shot.

There's a lawyer out there who
says he represents Ms. Regan.

I said I'd see if there
was anyone in here
by that name.

I didn't send
for a lawyer.

Wait here.

You remember
Mr. Woll.

Sure, heroic lawyer of
the Mexican drug cartel.

He said he understood
there was a Paige Regan here.

Really?
How did you
understand that?

She didn't come
to work today.

Her employer was concerned.
He called her apartment

and her roommate said
the police had taken her.

Her employer.
Mr. Rainey?

That's right.
Is she here?

Mr. Rainey must have gotten
some bad information.

Well, then.

Sorry to bother you.

He's probably
going right back to
Rainey to report.

Yeah, well,
we could have
asked him for a ride.

I could have
given you a ride.

Another time.

Stand up. You're under
arrest for the murder
of Maggie Hayes.

Whatever Paige told
you, she's lying.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Yeah, we've got that
covered, thanks.

Okay, Mr. Woll,
what do we have?

A flagrant abuse of
prosecutorial power,
Your Honor.

Again?
Not like when you
were a D.A., huh?

I'm afraid those
golden days are gone.

A motion to suppress
all evidence found inside
a blue Audi automobile.

This automobile was searched
in Colombia, South America?

Under a judicial order
obtained from
a competent local authority.

Any such order is tainted.
That entire country is
irredeemably corrupt.

Mr. Woll may be
generalizing from the
Latin Americans

he hangs out with,
Your Honor.

But there's no evidence
of corruption in this case.

An NYPD detective was
involved every step
of the way.

We have his affidavit
and can fly him
up to testify.

Unless you have something
specific, Mr. Woll,
the motion is denied.

Win some, lose some, eh, guys?

I guess I'll just have
to beat you the
old-fashioned way.

Nice to see you
again, too, Marcus.

Frankly, Mike,
you I can take
or leave,

but Connie... When are
you going to leave
these bureaucrats

and come work
for my firm?

Oh, I really
couldn't say.

Ooh, heartbreaker.

Hey, look, I know
you're not obligated,

but I'd love to get
a pre-trial peek
at your witness,

Ms. Regan. Just ask
a few questions.

Your setting,
your ground rules...

No offense, but the
last time you beat us
"the old-fashioned way,"

it was because our main
witness was terrified

out of testifying
by the murder
of one of his friends.

You can peek at Ms. Regan
all you want when
she takes the stand.

Down the left side...

Gin.

I hate
this stupid game.

What happens
to me after the trial?

Well, the D.A.
looks at the situation.

If Rainey was convicted or not?
Is he still a threat
to you or not?

Are you going to move me
to some little town
in North Dakota?

I don't know
how to grow wheat.

Speaking of nature,
excuse me.

Does he have
a girlfriend?

I thought you
had a girlfriend.

Hey. I got it.

How we doing?

Great.

I need to go over a few
things with Ms. Regan
about her testimony.

Go nuts.

How are you doing?

I've gained seven pounds.

Want some ice cream?

You're doing
the right thing, Paige.

Do you mind if I turn
this TV down?

Room service.

Whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait!

It's just room service.

No, no, no!
Wait, wait. Hey!

Whoa!

Hey! You hit?
Go!

Police! Down! Get down!

Police! Stay down!

Where are we going?
A different hotel.

Wait. No. Why?

For one thing,
it's obviously not
safe for you here.

No. I want to
get out of town.

Look, no one
will know where
we're taking you.

No one was supposed
to know I was here.

Take me to the
Port Authority,
or I'll walk.

How much more
dangerous can it be?

Get in the car.
I'll take you wherever
you want. Okay?

Please.

Thank you.

Looks like
I'm taking a drive.

Yeah... Shooting team
is waiting for me upstairs.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Detective Lupo
drove her to her
sister's in Watertown.

Will she come back
for the trial?

She says no.

We can try to convince her.
Or arrest her as
a material witness.

Are you sure
you're all right?

Yeah,
I'm... I'm fine.

It all happened so
fast I barely knew
what was going on.

Look, if you need
some time off...

I want to keep working.

What about the shooter?

He was a freelancer
from out of town.

We're still looking
for connections.

And he knew Paige Regan
was in that hotel, how?

We don't know.
Nobody knew except
you and me and the detectives.

So now we all we need
is another witness who can
tell us what Paige knew

about the murder
of Maggie Hayes,
about Rainey's business,

about his being
in the murder car.

People aren't exactly lining
up to testify against him.

He kills one witness,
nearly kills another.

Did somebody tell Rainey that
Maggie was ratting him out?

Someone that might have known
that Rainey would kill her?

Somebody like William Avery?

It was certainly
in his interest
for her to be killed.

So you think Avery
slipped word to Rainey

that Maggie was
ratting him out so that
Rainey would kill her?

What do you think?

I think that's about
50 IQ points too
high for Will Avery.

He was convicted after
the D.A. Found a video of
himself he put on YouTube

waving the murder
weapon around.

I, uh, tried
to get it excluded.

Here's my motion.

So the D.A. Didn't
even need Maggie
Hayes' testimony?

It wouldn't have
helped him anyway.

I knew she worked for
Rainey and I know
who Rainey is.

If she took the stand,
I was going to slam her
on cross

with the fact that
she worked for a mobster.

You were going to expose
Rainey in open court?

She worked for a crook,
which made her a crook.

Her testimony would
have been worthless.

Did you mention
this plan to Rainey?

No.

This motion you filed...
it's quite a treatise.

Since when do you
guys at Legal Aid
have the time?

I had an outside consultant.

A defense lawyer in private
practice volunteered to
do some pro bono work.

Well, did he or she know
that you were planning
to expose Bart Rainey?

I guess.

He used to work for you
guys, you probably know him.

Marcus Woll?

Every case this
guy touches,
someone drops dead.

He got involved in
the Will Avery case

'cause he wanted to find out
what Maggie was saying.

When he learned her
testimony was going to mean
trouble for Bart Rainey,

he reported back to Rainey.

Maggie got killed.

What about the attempt
to kill Paige Regan?

Rainey didn't need Woll
to tell him she was going
to testify against him.

No. But he needed
Woll to tell him
where to find her.

How would Woll know that?

When I worked with him,
when he was an A.D.A.,

we used a few hotels
to hide witnesses.

I used one of those
hotels to hide Paige.

So Woll told Rainey
where to look.

Woll's a serial killer,

and he used to work for us.

Apply for a warrant
to bug his conversations
with Mr. Rainey.

You want to eavesdrop on
an attorney's conversations
with his client?

When they're plotting
murders together,

that's an exception to the
attorney-client privilege.

Well, a situation like this,
the probable cause had
better be pretty damn good.

I'm not seeing
very much.

Well, that's because
until now Mr. Woll's
criminal behavior

has been shielded by
attorney-client privilege.

Catch-22.
I loved that book.

I'm still going to need
to see something more.

How'd it go
with the judge?

I've been working in this
building for 17 years.

If someone goes to
a judge ex parte about

something that concerns me,
I hear about it.

False alarm, Marcus.

This had nothing
to do with you. Okay.

You know, when I was an
assistant district attorney,

I won 102
convictions.

I put an awful lot
of people in jail.
You remember, Connie.

We only worked
together briefly.
Right.

If word got around...
Somehow...

That I was the kind
of lawyer who crossed
the line.

That I was dirty.

How long do you think
it would be before
102 attorneys

popped up with
102 motions

to overturn every one
of my convictions?

Do you really have
that kind of spare time
on your hands?

The balls on this guy,
blackmailing us.

It's pretty
good blackmail, too.

Do we really want to deal
with the appeals from
everybody Woll ever put away?

We're not going to
let a killer go free

because we're afraid
of a little paperwork.

On second thought...
All these are Woll's cases?

A sampling.

Okay,
it's a nightmare.

Was he dirty when
he worked for us?

It's hard to say.
There's more than
one defense witness

who didn't show
up for trial.

Defense witnesses.
The killer's mother,
his drug addict girlfriend

they tend not to have
perfect attendance records.

There was this case
I worked with Woll, like
my first month on the job.

He convicted Alvin
Jackson of murder.

Alvin "Mad Dog" Jackson,
the drug lord.

That case made
Woll's reputation.

The defense had an eyewitness.
A pharmacist named
Henry Lovett,

who swore someone else
committed the murder.

Well, Lovett never
showed up for the trial.

I wonder why.

"Lovett."

Oh.

What?

Two years after the trial,
a decomposed body turned up
in a construction site.

Henry Lovett.

Two years after the trial
no one made the connection.

It might not be too late.
Call the police.

It was one of Eddie
Rice's boys who did it.

That pharmacist saw.
He would have cleared me.

Eddie Rice?
Eddie Rice.

He wanted in
on my territory.

But see, the
police didn't want
to hear that,

and that guy who
prosecuted me, Woll,

He definitely didn't
want to hear.

Did you know the
pharmacist was dead?

Of course he's dead!
Where you think he's been
for the last five years

on vacation in France?

Hmm, so Eddie Rice
got him killed

to protect himself
and have you sent away.

Yeah, now you're detecting.

It's too little too late.

Well, Eddie's dead, too.

My husband was
such a good citizen.

He had to tell
the truth.

You really think
you're going to figure this
out after five years?

I really think we're
going to try.

When was the last time
you saw your husband?

He was supposed to testify
on a Monday morning.

And on that Friday,

he saw some suspicious
characters hanging around
the front of our building.

So my husband decided to spend
the weekend with some cousins
in Queens, just to be safe.

He took a walk
Sunday night.

He never came back.

And the fact that
he was in Queens.
He kept that secret?

I mean that was the point.

I didn't tell anybody
where he was,

except someone from the
District Attorney's office.

They called and said they
wanted to arrange
protection for him.

I thought that
would be all right.

Someone from the District
Attorney's office?

Do you remember
who that was?

I wrote
down the name.

This witness,
Lovett, was going
to wreck Woll's big case.

But someone called the wife
and found out where
Lovett was hiding.

And got word to Eddie Rice,
who had the witness killed.

It's the same MO, Woll's
done it over and over again.

Except Woll wasn't the
one who called the wife.

Then who?

Your partner.

Thanks.

I was helping five lawyers
with ten cases.

It was my first
month on the job.

I made a hundred
phone calls.

So you didn't remember.

I didn't. But now I do.

Woll asked me to find out
where the witness was.

He said he wanted to talk
to him before he testified.

Not to offer protection?
That's what the widow said.

Woll told
me to say that.

He said that she'd be
more likely to tell me
where he was.

I got that man
killed, didn't I?

No. Marcus Woll did that.

What do we
have on him?

An accomplice, Rainey.
Maybe he'll roll.

My lawyer's not here yet.
I don't talk without him.

He wasn't invited.

Don't you guys
know the rules?

You don't have to
say anything. Just nod.

You killed Maggie Hayes and
you tried to kill Paige Regan.

I ain't nodding to that.

You were aided
and abetted by your
attorney, Mr. Woll.

Now you tell us about it and
there's a deal on the table.

You want me
to roll on Marcus?

Why would I do that?
Maggie's dead and
Paige is gone.

And I got a
real good lawyer.

If you'll excuse me,
it's time for my massage.

Thank you, Mr. Rainey.

Okay, Woll kills
or tries to kill
three witnesses.

The pattern is consistent but
there's no evidence, because
he murders the evidence.

What if the pattern
is the evidence?

Legally, it isn't.
Well, usually not.

But if we get
multiple murders

in front of
a jury they won't
split legal hairs.

They'll convict.

Which is why no
decent judge would
let it go to a jury.

A decent judge?
So it's 50-50.

Thank you
for joining us.

You have about 10 seconds
left to respond to
Mr. Woll's motion

to dismiss the charge
against his client.

Do you have any
proffer of evidence?

Not at the moment,
Your Honor.

Well, then you leave me
no choice but to order...

Marcus Woll,
you're under arrest
for the murders

of Margaret Hayes
and Henry Lovett,

and the attempted murder
of Paige Regan.

Hang on.
You've got to be kidding me, right?

Nope.

Um, you were about
to rule, Your Honor?

I don't think
this is the time.

My troubles shouldn't
be taken out on my client.

Now, if you were
going to dismiss...

Fair enough.
Hold it there, please.

The murder charge
against Mr. Rainey is
dismissed, without prejudice.

You can bring it
again if you develop
new evidence.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I'll have a motion on my
own behalf later today.

Yeah. Let's go.

The three crimes charged
span five years?

Mr. Woll is the
common thread.

Are you alleging
that he conspired
with Mr. Rainey?

Only on the two
more recent crimes.

You just dismissed
against Rainey.

How can my client have
conspired with someone
who didn't do anything?

There's a pattern to these
crimes, a signature.

This alleged pattern
is all they have.

One charge
bootstrapping another.
There's no evidence.

The arraignment judge
apparently agreed.

Your bail came
quick and easy.

Mr. Cutter,
this concatenation
does seem a stretch.

The indictment is a
bit cobbled together.

We'll amend it then,

to a single charge of
conspiracy to murder
Henry Lovett.

Conspiracy with whom?

Some deceased drug dealer?
A person can't conspire
with himself.

There is a co-conspirator
who's alive and willing

to cooperate with
the prosecution.

Oh... Who?

Me.

You're naming yourself
as a co-conspirator?

I am. I was one.

Then this hearing is
adjourned pending a
superseding indictment.

Mr. Woll, your
bail is continued.

Ms. Rubirosa,
I suggest you
retain counsel.

Connie, Connie...
You don't want
to do this.

You saw what was happening.
That son of a bitch
was about to skate.

So we'll find another way.

We don't need another way.
We have a way.

You too, Mike?

Me, too, what?

Oh, come on.
She's still hot as hell.

What are you
talking about?

Just do it.

I did.

Woll claims that
he and Connie had a...
Sexual relationship.

He did everything
but show me
the dirty pictures.

Did you ask her?
No.

Even that would be
crossing the line.

I don't have sex with
people I work with,

and I don't
ask them about
their sex lives.

We're supposed
to be smarter than
that here, aren't we?

I mean, who'd
put themselves in
a situation like that?

You mean, besides me?

It's worse for
a woman, Jack.

Sleeping with the teacher,
sleeping with the boss,

it demeans them.

Calls into question
everything they accomplish.

So she deserves extra
credit for stepping
forward, doesn't she?

I assume you still
find her competent.

Of course, I do.

But we're colleagues,
we're not lovers.

The way it's
supposed to be.

Yeah, you could say
that me and Eddie Rice
were having problems.

Did those problems involve
the illegal distribution of
marijuana and cocaine?

Yeah. That was my business,
and Eddie tried to
take part of it.

And to prove his point, he
killed my second in command.

And what
happened then?

I'd been in the papers,
"Uptown Drug Kingpin"
stuff like that.

Mr. Woll there,
he came after me.

He prosecuted you
for the murder of your
own lieutenant?

Oh, he got me, too.
It made a pretty
nice little headline.

Well, did you try
to convince Mr. Woll

that he was prosecuting
the wrong person?

Oh, yeah. We even found him a
witness who saw it wasn't me,

and he was going to testify.
Until he got killed.

Thank you.

Mr. Jackson, you are currently
serving a prison sentence
of 25-years-to-life

because you were tried
and convicted of murder,
is that correct?

That's correct.

I think that's all
we need to know.

Now, the other side is
going to bring up your
relationship with Woll.

I know.

And I'm wide open
to ideas on how
to handle that one.

Jump into a time machine
and make it never happen?

I never would have thought.

What?

You and Woll?

It's life, Mike.
Things happen.

It was dumb.
You're not dumb.

Thank you.

You know, maybe
someone else should
be handling this trial.

I'm afraid you're
stuck with me.

Then we should probably
get back to work.

Okay... So how to deal
with your relationship
with the defendant...

Tell the truth.
Keep it brief, and move
the focus back to the crime.

Isn't that what you've
taught me to do when we
have a damaged witness?

Yeah.

Give you a lift?
I think we're going
to the same place.

No, thanks.

We're co-conspirators,
Connie.

It seems only natural we
should spend time together.

Oh, on the day I'm going
to testify against you?

Are you planning
to have me shot,
like the others?

You don't have to
go through with this.

It isn't going
to do you any good.

Marcus, you have no
idea how much good
this is going to do me.

It's tragic, Connie.

You know,
this whole thing is
breaking someone's heart.

Yours? I don't think so.

Not mine...
Poor Mike Cutter.

He never realized
you were available.

Mr. Lovett was scheduled to
testify on Monday morning.

On Friday,
Mr. Woll asked me

to call Mr. Lovett's wife and
find out where he was hiding.

He told me he wanted to
arrange an interview.

Is that what
you told Mrs. Lovett?

No.

At Mr. Woll's suggestion,

I told her we wanted
to arrange protection
for her husband.

She told me where
he was hiding,

and I passed
that information
on to Mr. Woll.

And how did you
spend the time

between Friday afternoon
and Monday morning?

Working on the
case with Mr. Woll.

These are my notes
from that weekend.

Do they show any effort by
Mr. Woll to arrange an
interview with Mr. Lovett?

No.

So he asked you to find
Mr. Lovett so he
could talk to him,

but after you found him
he never tried to talk to him.

No. He didn't.

Didn't that strike you
as odd at the time?

Especially after
he told you to lie?

It should have,
but there was
a lot going on,

and when Mr. Lovett
didn't show up anyway,

it all seemed moot.

He didn't show up
because he was dead.

I didn't know
that then, but, yes.

What else did Mr. Woll ask
you to do that weekend?

To work on a draft of
his closing statement.

He wanted it ready
for Monday morning.

Monday morning?

Wasn't that when Mr. Lovett
was supposed to testify?

Yes.

So Mr. Woll almost seemed
to know that Mr. Lovett
wasn't going to be there?

Objection. Leading
the witness.

Sustained.

No further questions.

Ms. Rubirosa,
you're a district attorney,

but you have come
forward to identify yourself

as a co-conspirator in the
murder of Henry Lovett.

An unindicted
co-conspirator.

So you have not
charged with a crime,

but you make it
possible to accuse
Mr. Woll.

He couldn't be charged with
conspiracy unless there was
someone he conspired with.

That's right.

Even for a hard-core
prosecutor, that's
going the extra mile,

isn't it?

You really want to get
Mr. Woll, don't you?

No more than I want
to get any other murderer.

Really?

How many other accused
murderers have you slept with?

Objection. Relevance.

Withdrawn.

Ms. Rubirosa,

on that busy long-ago
weekend when you were

tracking down witnesses
and drafting summations,

did you also have
sex with Mr. Woll?

It might not be
in your notes there.

No.

Have you ever had
sex with Mr. Woll?

Once or twice,
and it was a mistake.

A mistake.
Are you making
up for it now?

There's nothing
to make up.

Really?
How did the affair end?

I came to my senses.

You realized that you a
young, eager, new prosecutor

had been taken advantage
of by an older hand?

That wasn't it.

Really? Isn't this whole trial
a chance for you to get even?

There's nothing
to get even for.

I'd practically
forgotten about it.

It wasn't that memorable.

She was busy
and distracted.

I tried to contact
Mr. Lovett several times
over that weekend.

I didn't realize I should have
made her put it in her notes.

Did you arrange to
have Mr. Lovett murdered?

No, of course, not.

I didn't even know
he was dead until
this case arose.

I knew I wasn't
Ms. Rubirosa's
favorite person,

but I really never
thought she'd go this far.

You think
she's making it up?

No, I think she may
actually believe it.

That's what's
really scary here.

Mr. Woll, I refer you
to your office and home
phone records

for the weekend preceding
Mr. Lovett's disappearance.

Could you show us
where it indicates that
you telephoned him?

It's not there.
I may have wandered
down the hallway for privacy.

There are about 100
phones in the D.A.'s office.

But there are several
calls here to the
home of Eddie Rice.

Did you call to tell him
where he could find
and kill Mr. Lovett?

No. I don't exactly remember,

but if I called him it was
probably acting on the
suggestion of the defendant's

to investigate another
theory of the crime.

The weekend before
your summation?

Wasn't that letting
it go pretty late?

We were still at trial.

Right.

You and Ms. Rubirosa,
who you think is delusional.

I don't know.
I'm not a psychiatrist.

Well, if she
was unstable even then,

maybe she called
Eddie Rice and told him
where to find Henry Lovett.

I mean, she knew
where he was, right?

Why would she
have done that?

To help you...
To get you what
you wanted, a conviction.

Maybe she was
in love with you.

I think at one point she was.

In that case,
maybe you two
were in it together.

She wasn't an
unwitting co-conspirator
but an equal partner

and she should be charged
here, right along with you.

No, nobody should be
charged here because
nobody murdered anybody.

Well somebody
murdered Henry Lovett.

And no one knew
where he was except
you and Ms. Rubirosa.

Okay, have it your way.
She did it.

I don't murder witnesses.

Is that a fact?

You ever hear of a woman
named Maggie Hayes?
Or one named Paige Regan?

Objection.
We are getting beyond
the scope of this trial,

and extremely prejudicial.

Mr. Woll opened the door
by claiming that he doesn't
murder witnesses.

Indeed he did.
The objection
is overruled.

Yes. I've heard of them.

Isn't it true

that Maggie Hayes and Paige
Regan were witnesses against
your client, Bart Rainey,

and that one of them
was murdered,

and an attempt was
made to murder the other?

Your Honor, there's about five
different questions in there.

Then I'll make
it very simple for
you then, Mr. Woll.

Why is it that witnesses
opposing your interests

have a consistent
habit of getting killed?

Your Honor...
Withdrawn.

Now, let's begin by
talking about Maggie Hayes.

Cheesy, Cutter,

but you managed
to get your "pattern"
in after all.

Jury went for it, too,
did you notice?

Drop this case
and we'll give
you something real.

Well, I thought
this case was real.

By your own theory,
I never shot anybody.

I've never even
carried a gun.

But Mr. Rainey has,
and Mr. Rainey did.

You'll give us Rainey?

Everything you need.
Murder and attempted murder.

Mr. Woll gets a walk.
But you get
a stone-cold killer.

You know what?

I think I'd rather make
the deal with
the stone-cold killer.

I'm sure Mr. Rainey
will find this
very interesting listening.

We cut a deal with
Rainey for 12-to-14.

He gives us
Woll on a platter.

They'll be together
in Attica. Charming.

The appeals for the
people Woll convicted
are already coming in.

We'll have another
100 by the weekend.

You two will have to work
together day and night.

That won't be
a problem, will it?