All language subtitles for 811 - Under the Influence

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.

Tena, Daddy's waiting for us.

I'm waving to Max.

Put on your coat and your
gloves. I won't tell you twice.

And bring me Elena's hat.

Can I bring Lily?

Yes, but hurry.

I don't see Daddy and Max.

Leon?

Leon!

Max! Max!

The 5-year-old died
en-route to North General.

Mr. Galvez was
dead at the scene.

What were they
doing out this early?

They were going to their
grandmother's in Albany.

Point of impact was here,
knocked the kid right out of his boots.

You got a make
on the hit-and-run?

No. No witnesses so far.

Want to see the other one?

Other one?

Around the corner.

Any ID?

Be my guest.

I'll wager he didn't
live in Harlem.

Peter Lavalle, 170
East 82nd Street.

Long way from his townhouse.

We're positing he got
hit at the crosswalk.

The car swerved
after the impact,

hit the curb going
around the corner,

we got tire marks there,
then hit the other two.

Anybody hear him hit the brakes?

No brakes. No skid marks.

Maybe no accident.

Max always followed
his papa everywhere.

I don't know what
I'm going to do.

We don't have any money.

Victim Services can
help you with that.

We'll make sure
the word gets out.

Mama, can you open the juice?

Here, let me give you a
hand with that. I'm an expert.

Mrs. Galvez, when
you went downstairs,

you're sure you
didn't see a car?

No. I didn't see no car.

I saw a car.

You did? Where?

She was looking outside
before we went downstairs.

I waved at Max
and then I saw a car,

but then Mama told
me to put on my coat.

What was the car doing?

It was driving on the street.

Do you know what
kind of car it was?

It was black. It was
big. It was driving fast.

Why don't we sit down
over here, Mrs. Lavalle.

Right here. Come on.

Okay.

Mrs. Lavalle, I'm sorry I
have to ask you these things,

but what was your husband
doing up in that neighborhood?

Well, he takes a
walk every Sunday,

up Third Avenue and
down First. Every week.

Can you think of anyone who
might've wanted to hurt your husband?

No.

Why? It was an
accident, wasn't it?

Well, we're not
sure what happened.

Is there anybody else in
your family we can talk to?

Our children,
Matthew and Daniel.

I'll get you their
phone numbers.

He had a walking stick,
with a sterling silver handle.

Are you sure he had it with him?

Yes, of course.

And I have to get it back.

It belonged to his father.

Officer.

I didn't see a walking
stick at the scene.

Neither did I.

Somebody got there first.

We find the walking stick,
maybe we find a witness.

I'll call Profaci.

Hey! Hi, Daddy!

Hey, bunny!

Hi, Lennie! Hi,
Deborah. Nice to see you.

Here we go, sweetie. Hey, honey.

How was the museum?

Serena loved
the bike collection.

You did? Yeah.

We brought you Chinese food.

With shrimp and noodles.

My favorites! Mine, too.

Mommy, I have to go now.

Where's the ladies room?

Upstairs. I'll take her.

No, it's okay.
Come here, Serena.

Okay. Hold on.

Mr. Rogers and
Mr. Jones were discussing

the merits of
thunderbird versus crack,

when Mr. Jones pulled out what
Mr. Rogers described as a silver hammer

and hit him upside
the head with it.

A silver hammer?

Black stick with
a silver handle.

Let's go. He had this with him.

Meet Mr. Alternator Jones.

Alternator? Yeah.

Says his dad worked at
the Ford plant in Detroit.

You gonna get me
locked up again!

Hey! BRISCOE: Hey! Knock it off!

Move him down the block.

You ain't gonna give
me nothing! Shut up!

That cat had it coming to him!

That's not why
you're here, Mr. Jones.

You want to tell me
where you found this?

It's mine. I found
it on the street.

Yeah, on Pleasant Avenue, right?

Look, that old guy
was already dead.

Yeah, we know. He got run
over. We're hoping you saw it.

I heard it. I saw the old guy
walking across the street.

I went around the corner and
I heard this car gun its engine.

It accelerated?

Yeah. Then...

Then I came back
around the corner,

and the cat was
dead, that's all.

You see the car?

No, man.

Look, I can't see nothing
with these glasses. Look.

Look, you go down to St. Anne's.

Father Luke will fix you
up with a new pair, all right?

And stay out of
Mr. Rogers' neighborhood.

Yeah. I'm gonna do that.

Okay, bruises, one on Lavalle's
thigh and the other on the boy's chest.

From a headlight rim?

You're looking at a
Mercedes, BMW, Jaguar.

You got pictures of these cars?

This one.

And that one, too.

Okay.

Mama, can I go play with Elena?

Did Victim Services
get in touch with you?

Yes.

And people sent money and cards.

People I don't know,
saying they're sorry

and they're gonna
pray for Max and Leon.

I want to thank them

but some of them didn't
write down their names.

Do you mind if we take a look?

People have good hearts.

Mommy!

I'm sorry.

A check for $67 and
a marriage proposal.

He sent his picture.

Guy must be dreaming.

Give him credit for
keeping his clothes on.

Hey, Lennie, look at this one.

"Dear Mrs. Galvez,
I saw the news

"about your family
on television.

"They showed your
little boy at the hospital.

"He looked so small in his
little parka and his yellow boots.

"I'm so sorry for all
the pain you're feeling.

"I'm enclosing $500 to
help with your needs."

No signature.

The kid wasn't wearing
his boots at the hospital.

The boots were in the street.

No return address either.
But the C-notes are real.

Brand new. With
consecutive serial numbers.

We traced the bills to
a bank in Murray Hill.

They were disbursed the
same day they were mailed.

Did the bank happen to
know who withdrew the money?

Yeah. They narrowed it down to
the teller who did the transaction.

He had two clients take
out $500 or more in cash

in denominations of a hundred.

No kidding.

We have a Chinese immigrant who
was in Hong Kong the day of the accident.

The bank knows
that because he made

a cash machine withdrawal there.

The other one's a
Susan Young, 34,

divorced, no kids, no car.

But she has a driver's license.

How do you want to handle her?

I don't know. We drop in on
her, she's liable to shut down.

Her bank has a stolen
credit card report on her.

She got her purse snatched
about seven months ago.

Good. Tell her we found it.

And ask the bank how many
sugars she takes in her coffee.

Talk about a surprise. I gave up
on ever getting that wallet back.

Still want me to
look at mug shots?

Yeah. We'll get to that.
Why don't you take a seat?

Last Sunday morning
in East Harlem,

three people were
killed in a hit-and-run.

I saw it on the
news. It's horrible.

You know what else is horrible?
We don't have any witnesses.

The driver might get away
with killing those people

'cause no one wants to talk.

That's kind of like
piling one horror

on top of another.
Wouldn't you agree?

Yes.

Good. Now, anything you want
to tell us about this hit-and-run?

I don't know what you mean.

Weren't you in East
Harlem, Sunday morning?

No. Why would you think I was?

The post mark is
from Murray Hill,

about three blocks
from where you live.

These bills trace
back to your bank.

They were handed
out by the same teller

on the same day
he gave you $500.

Now what do you bet we
find your prints on these

and your DNA on
the stamp you licked?

I felt sorry for that woman. I
wanted to help anonymously.

Then why didn't you
come out and say so?

You wrote that you
saw the little boy

at the hospital
with his boots on.

Where did you see that?

On the news.

He didn't have his
boots at the hospital.

Maybe I read it. I don't remember.
- You're lying.

You were there at the accident.

No. BRISCOE: Why
are you covering up?

What are you afraid of? Nothing.

I have to get back to work.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What's this bruise here? That
looks like it could be from a seat belt.

No. I fell.

You were in the
car, weren't you? No.

You might not have been driving,
but you were in the damn car.

That's crazy. Now,
please... Look at this!

That's a picture of the
little boy in the morgue.

Take a look. Look at what
happened to him. Look at it, damn you!

That's one way to get
her to spill her guts.

She knows who was driving.

And unless she wants to tell
us, we can't force it out of her.

I want to leave now.

You're sure?

Please, I don't know
anything. I wasn't there.

Her bruise is on the right side.

That puts her in
the passenger seat.

She have any connection
to the Lavalle family?

They never heard of her. By the
way, both the Lavalle kids are alibied.

We checked her
LUDs for the last month,

nothing jumps out that
traces to the Lavalles.

So it could be just an accident.

Three people run down?
To you that's just an accident?

Can't we put some paper on
Ms. Young and force her to talk?

We subpoena her to the grand
jury, she'll ask for immunity.

Until we know
how she's involved,

I don't want to give it to her.

If you keep the pressure up,
you think she'll come around?

We'll lean on her just
as hard as you let us.

You sure she didn't
come in the back door?

Maybe she hit a shoe sale on her
way back from work. I don't know.

Thanks.

Hey, why don't we grab
some food and come back?

No. Let's give it
another 10 minutes.

I want her to see us
when she gets here.

You know, I got in touch
with Mrs. Galvez yesterday?

She has to move
in with her mother.

She can't manage
without her husband.

You know what you do, Rey? Grab
all the life insurance you can afford.

Davey says you're
waiting for Ms. Young?

She left last night
with a suitcase.

Said she'd be gone
for a couple of weeks.

Did she say where?

No. Sometimes she stays at her
boyfriend's when he's out of town.

Where does he
live? I wouldn't know.

Name?

I wouldn't know that either.

Her office says she's
at her sister's in Groton.

Her boyfriend who travels?

Look at her LUDs for the
week before the accident.

See these calls
to Rio de Janeiro?

Every night. Minimum
of 20 minutes.

Expensive heavy breathing.

Last call was made
Saturday afternoon.

So the boyfriend
flew back Sunday.

The accident was
near the Triborough.

So if they were
coming from the airport,

they might've
crossed the bridge.

What? She picked him
up? She doesn't have a car.

Maybe he does.

The new-guy shift, Saturday
10:00 p.m. to Sunday 6:00.

Really cuts into my booty time.

Two weeks ago Sunday,
the flight from Rio.

You remember her with
one of the passengers?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah? 30,000 people
later, you remember her.

I remember the belligerent
fool she was with.

Kept lighting up in
the no-smoke zone.

You talked to him?

I talked, he yelled.

Customs was ready to
take him for a cavity search

'cause he pissed them off.

Gave his lady a hard time, too.

What was his problem?

You could smell
his problem, scotch.

So he was drunk?

Unless he uses
the stuff for cologne.

You remember his name?

I wrote him up in my report.

His name's Bernard Dressler.

His credit card company
confirms he was at the hotel in Rio.

Damn! It ate my quarter.

His name's also on Young's LUDs

the whole month
before the accident.

Now she hasn't called him since.

Look. Downtown is
sweating my budget,

their way of saying how much
they appreciate my lawsuit.

So solve this quick
or hand it off to AIU.

Hey, I ran Dressler through
DMV, he owns a black ' 92 Jag.

Consistent with the
bruises on the bodies.

And get this, he has two moving
violations and a DWI from last year.

Six months’ probation, 12 hours
drunk school and no suspension?

Must've had some lawyer.

He better hope his
lawyer hasn't retired.

I had a couple of drinks, then
I went to sleep. I wasn't drunk.

Airport security said
you were quite a handful.

You do 11 hours on a plane
and see how chipper you feel.

Dena, get me David Feist in
Bonn. Try the home number first.

How'd you get home
from the airport?

Cab. Why?

You know Susan Young?

What's she have to do with this?

She picked you up
from the airport, right?

No.

Somebody saw you with her.

With a blond, it wasn't Susan.

You want to stand still for a
minute. So who was the blond?

It was another passenger, somebody
wanting to split cab fare to Islip.

Tell me. Really.
This isn't about me

causing a disturbance
at the airport, is it?

That Sunday morning,
three pedestrians

were killed by a
hit-and-run driver.

We think Ms. Young had
something to do with it.

That's not possible.

Have you talked to her lately?

No. Things were cooling
off before I went to Rio

and we haven't connected since.

You still own a Jaguar?

Yeah.

You still drinking and driving?

That's very funny. I
learned my lesson.

Good for you.

So, would you mind if we
had our lab check your car?

If I said no?

We find a judge to say yes.

Okay, but I'm calling my lawyer.

Dena will show you
where it's parked.

And if you
scratch it, you fix it.

A car hits a body, something
from that body's gonna get sucked

into the engine compartment.
Hair, skin, fiber, blood.

There's nothing like that here.

You sure this is his car?

The VIN numbers from the dash,
the frame and the engine block

all match his registration.

Also didn't find any damage
or any evidence it had work.

That's too bad. I was looking
forward to hooking up this guy.

Fred, I checked
the fourth VIN tag.

Everybody thinks
there's just three,

only the manufacturer
knows where the fourth one is,

and they only tell the FBI.

It's different on every model.

This one's on the
inside of the floor pan.

I had to drill a hole and use
a dentist's mirror to see it.

And it doesn't
match the other three.

So this isn't his car?

Same model, same year,
same color. It's not his.

He probably got this one from a
dealer and switched the VIN tags.

Any way to tell who had
this car before Dressler?

Yes. We have a car with
that VIN number. It's a '92 Jag.

It hasn't been sold?

No.

Not even to a Bernard Dressler?

No.

So, the car is here?

All these cars have
been cleared for export.

I mean, they're
fully documented.

Big market for used
Jaguars in Russia?

Used everything. The
VIN numbers match.

The right fender's new.

The grille's new. The paint's
new. Bumper's been replaced.

Right spoiler bracket's bent.

This is your killer, gentlemen.

Time to come
clean, Mr. Pettijohn.

Did you trade cars
with Bernie Dressler?

His bank issues me
letters of credit, okay?

Without them, I'm
out of business.

You're out of business now.

You want to step
away from the desk?

What's going on?

Your car came back from
Russia, Bernie, with love.

Bernard Dressler,
you're under arrest

for the deaths of Peter Lavalle,
and Leon and Max Galvez.

Wait. Get away from
me. Hey! Get off me...

Take it easy, Bernie!
Hey! Let me go!

I said give it up!

You bastards. CURTIS: You
have the right to remain silent.

You stupid bastards!
Anything you say can

and will be used against
you in a court of law.

$1 million for vehicular
manslaughter two?

These are "D"
felonies, Your Honor.

Their case is nothing but fumes.

There's no evidence my
client was at the scene.

There's evidence his car was.

A bent fender bracket?

They want to put
three bodies on my guy,

they'll have to do
better than that.

I don't want your client
joining his car in Russia.

Bail's set at $1 million.

A million bucks. He must
like the cut of your skirt.

From what I hear,
he'd prefer yours.

"Docket number 026797."

Don't smile yet. It's the
work-up of Dressler's car.

There's no physical
evidence of the victims.

The car had been
steam-cleaned bumper-to-bumper.

What about
Dressler's girlfriend?

Wasn't she with
him at the airport?

That ID is soft.

The police showed the guard
another picture of Young,

he wasn't so sure.

So find somebody else
who saw them together.

Another passenger on the plane.

I'll subpoena the manifest.

The airline refuses to
comply with our subpoena.

They're saying the
Warsaw Convention

protects them from
actions by state courts.

They poured the booze
that got Dressler drunk.

They're afraid of getting sued.

They're right about
the Warsaw Convention.

The only place we
can bring process

against them is
in federal court.

Then go ahead, do it. I did.

The US Attorney doesn't
think a couple of "D" felonies

warrant their attention.

The airlines has offices here?

Three.

They won't honor our subpoenas,

seize their
furniture, computers,

whatever you can
lay your hands on.

Smack them around.

They shut down our ticket offices.
They took files, they took computer disks.

You can't imagine our losses.

We served them with a
subpoena for a flight manifest.

They refused to honor it. A
search warrant's our only recourse.

Mr. Fischer,

why doesn't VIA airlines
simply give them what they want?

Judge Feldman,
according to the terms

of the Warsaw Convention,
we don't have to.

The spirit of the convention
is to limit liability in civil suits.

It's not meant as a shield
in criminal investigations.

Lawsuits are exactly
what we're trying to limit.

The search warrants are valid on
their face. I see no reason to void them.

Your Honor, I...

Either you comply
with their subpoena,

or lawsuits will be the
least of your worries.

The manifest will be on
Mr. McCoy's fax machine in an hour.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, Mr. McCoy,

you know, it's not an accident

that this case was
assigned to me.

I believe drunk driving to
be a plague on our society.

If you hit any snags,
you let me know.

Sounds like the makings
of a stump speech.

It is. He's planning a run
for Adam's job next spring.

And drunk driving is the
cause he's embracing?

It's not world peace.

Shouldn't Dressler's lawyer
know about Feldman's bias?

I'm not gonna tell him.

Come on, Jamie, a judge with
an agenda, this is news to you?

Dressler, yeah. That loudmouth,
he complained about the food,

the wine selection, the service.

What did he think it
was, Lutèce up there?

Do you know how much he drank?

No. But every time I looked
over, he had a drink in his hand.

And?

Yeah, that's her. Yeah. I saw
them leave the terminal together.

Why did you notice them?

It was hard not to.

That poor woman,
he was bellowing

and gesticulating
at her. A real bully.

Thank you for coming in.

Thanks.

Okay. That's three passengers
who saw them together.

What about flight attendants?

Two in first class. They're
both in South America.

The airline will let us know
next time they're in town.

How about Ms. Young?

I didn't go out all morning.

I don't know how Bernie
got home from the airport.

Three people saw you with him.

Look, you're here under
a material witness warrant.

That means we keep
you until you cooperate.

You'll be in the tombs with
crack addicts and prostitutes

for as long as it takes.

It gets worse. We can place
you and Mr. Dressler in the car.

I don't care which
one of you was driving.

This is a triple homicide and
somebody's going to pay for it.

We can give you
protection, Ms. Young.

Once he's convicted and
sent to prison, he can't hurt you.

What if he doesn't go to prison?

He's gotten off before,
in Massachusetts.

He hit a teenage
girl. He told me.

You get us the evidence,
this time he goes to jail.

Look, as bad as you
feel about that little boy,

how you gonna feel the
next time he kills somebody?

I wasn't home one night when
Bernie called me from Rio.

He thought I was with
someone else. He was furious.

As soon as he saw me at
the airport, he started ranting.

He grabbed the keys.

He yelled at me the
whole way into the city.

He said if he found out
who I was with, he'd kill them.

He didn't think I believed
him. Then we saw the old man.

I yelled at Bernie to stop.

But he sped up right into him.

He killed Mr. Lavalle
on purpose?

I don't know, I can't imagine...

What about the other two?

The little boy,

his father stepped into the
street and waved at us to stop.

Bernie didn't even
try to miss them.

How drunk was he?

I don't know. I can
never tell with Bernie.

I never know what
he's going to do.

Dressler keeps a country
house in East Lenox.

He ran a red light
there two years ago,

hit a little girl on a bicycle.

She spent eight
months in the hospital.

Why didn't the police know?

It's not on his record here.

He has two driver's licenses, one in
New York and one in Massachusetts.

The judge there
suspended his license

for five years because
of the accident.

Which automatically suspends
his driving privileges here.

That ups the charge to first
degree vehicular manslaughter.

Not enough. We're gonna
make an example of Mr. Dressler.

What do you have in mind?

This was a multiple killing.

First degree murder.

Murder one requires intent.

He accelerated into one victim.

He made no effort to avoid
two others. That's intent.

Not if he was drunk.

Maybe he meant to hit the
brakes instead of the gas?

A couple of drinks
don't negate intent.

But we don't know how
much he had to drink.

If we don't know, the
grand jury won't either.

But at trial the...

Get an indictment.
Scare the pants off him.

Maybe he pleads to murder
two. We've sent a message.

First Feldman, now Adam. The
bandwagon's getting crowded.

I agree with Adam. And
I'm not running for anything.

Murder one? Where the
hell is this murder one? Iran?

Try section seven
sub-section one,

paragraph eight of the statute.

He took three lives with intent.

He wasn't even in the car.

Not according to his girlfriend.

What, that bitch? How do
you know she wasn't driving?

We believe her.
We don't believe you.

I still don't see an
intentional murder.

Two witnesses saw him
accelerate into Mr. Lavalle.

Given your client's driving
record, here and in Massachusetts,

a jury's not going to
split hairs over intent.

This is nuts. You want to
give me the death penalty?

Unless you plead to
second degree murder.

What's that?

Twenty-five-to-life.

God. Bernie.

Didn't any of your witnesses
tell you he was drunk?

They saw him with a drink.
Doesn't make him legally intoxicated.

The flight attendant who served
him knows how much he had.

I stopped counting at 12.

Puts him well
over the legal limit

and well beyond the
ability to form intent.

Even if he was driving, we're
back to vehicular manslaughter.

There's nothing in Westlaw.

If it was two or three drinks,
we could still argue intent,

but 12... According to him.

If he can prove it,
he's off the hook.

He kills three people
and hides behind a bottle.

The law says he can.

The law. Probably written
on a cocktail napkin.

Intent follows the
bullet. It shouldn't matter

if it was fired by a
drunk or by Carry Nation.

The airline's lawyer called.

Dressler's flight attendant's
coming in tonight.

I served Mr. Dressler
fifteen drinks.

We ran out of
scotch in first class

so I took some
bottles from coach.

How was he behaving?

He was difficult.

Was he drunk?

He wasn't climbing
on the beverage cart.

But he slurred his words,
spilled a drink on himself.

I had to fill out his
Customs declaration for him.

He couldn't even sign his name.

Thank you, Ms. Barra.

Mr. Fischer, can we have
a word with you outside?

We want fair warning
before she testifies.

This case is already front
page of the Daily News.

I appreciate Ms. Barra's
testimony might prove embarrassing.

I see here she's a
Colombian national.

You realize, as long as she
doesn't return to this country,

she can't be
compelled to testify.

The District
Attorney's authority

doesn't extend to
foreign citizens abroad.

What the hell are you doing?

You don't want Dressler
to prove how drunk he was,

so you're telling a witness
to leave the country?

Don't worry about it.

The airline's giving
me the run-around.

They said she's been reassigned

to the Bogotá-Buenos
Aires route.

Why tell me? I know
you talked to her.

Did you take a statement?

I've complied with
Rosario, Brady

and all relevant
discovery procedures.

Whatever she said, if she
said it, is not discoverable.

I don't know what
you're up to, McCoy,

but I'm gonna compel you
to turn over her statement.

Knock yourself out.

Ms. Barra's a witness. If she
gave Mr. McCoy a statement,

I'm entitled to it.

She's not our witness.

If Mr. Billings wants her to be
his witness, he can subpoena her.

Beside the point.

I believe Mr. McCoy has a
statement that exculpates my client.

I don't believe it
does, Your Honor.

Mr. McCoy, do you have
her statement in writing?

Yes. May I see it, please?

Thank you.

I don't see anything
here, Mr. Billings.

I'd like to see it, Your
Honor. I already have.

I've made my ruling. Your
motion to compel is denied.

She told us he drank enough
booze to float the Queen Mary.

Her statement is exculpatory.

Only if Feldman says it is.

Jack, I know his
agenda. What's yours?

The maximum penalty for first
degree vehicular manslaughter

is 5 to 15 years.

Put a girl in a coma,
killed three people,

and he walks away
with five years?

He isn't even
sorry. It isn't justice.

Neither is concealing evidence.
You could get disbarred.

That's up to you. This
is what I'm gonna do.

We looked at a number of factors

to determine the
force at impact.

For example, we know
that a human thigh bone

breaks under 1,100 pounds
of pressure per square inch.

As a result of
your calculations,

can you tell us how
fast Mr. Dressler's car

car was traveling when
it struck Mr. Lavalle?

Yes. The car was moving in
excess of 30 to 35 miles per hour.

What, if any,
evidence did you find

that Mr. Dressler tried to
avoid hitting his victims?

None. There were no
skid marks, no yaw marks.

All three victims
were struck head-on.

Thank you.

Detective Norris, isn't it
common not to find skid marks

in drunk-driving accidents?

Objection. The defendant is
not charged with drunk driving.

Sustained.

Detective, is it unusual
for an intoxicated driver

to step on the accelerator
when he intended to...

Objection.

Sustained.

Let's talk reaction times,
detective. Sober versus intoxicated...

Sustained.

Mr. Billings, next question.

No more questions.

The write-up of the interview
with Ms. Young has a TPO glitch.

The accident was at 6:10,
Rey wrote down 16:10.

I'll mention it to Jack.
I think we're done.

Has he talked to
you about this case?

McCoy? Yeah.
Briefings, witness preps...

I don't mean that.

You mean, has he said,
"This one's for Claire Kincaid"?

No.

That guy got 12 months
at Mount McGregor.

Yeah, I know. I pulled the file.
You were in the car with her.

Yeah. I was
catching a ride home.

Claire came down to the bar to
pick up McCoy, he'd already split.

Bad timing all around.

Listen, this hump Dressler,

I'm keeping them crossed
he gets what he deserves.

I told him to stop, to help
those people. He kept driving.

He dropped me
off at my apartment.

I don't know what
he did after that.

What, if anything, did he
say to you before he left?

Objection. JUDGE
FELDMAN: Overruled.

Please answer, Ms. Young.

He told me that if I
said a word to anyone,

I'd be as dead as
those three people.

Thank you.

You said Mr. Dressler accused
you of sleeping with another man

and threatened to kill him.
Does he always behave this way?

He's very possessive.

But when he's drunk, his
jealousy's out of control, isn't it?

It gets worse.

He rants and raves,
he imagines things?

Yes.

Because in fact, you've never
been unfaithful to him, have you?

No.

So that morning when he
screamed and threatened,

he did so because he
was drunk, isn't that right?

Objection.

Gentlemen.

Your Honor, I'm establishing
a pattern of behavior.

When my client's drunk, he's
insanely jealous and delusional.

So conversely,

when he's insanely jealous
and delusional, he's drunk.

Ms. Young is an
accounts supervisor,

she's not a behavioral
psychologist.

My client's state of mind
is the crux of my case.

Then get an expert. Your line
of questioning is inappropriate.

Now step back.

The jury will disregard
the witness' responses

to Mr. Billings
in their entirety.

I have nothing more, Your Honor.

Court's recessed
until tomorrow morning.

Lucky break.

You made your point.
Man one on all counts.

Not interested.

Man one's a good offer.

You want me to
call his lawyer back?

Your case. Your idea.

I haven't seen the
fear in his eyes yet.

This is People v. Dressler
you're trying, isn't it?

Long as we're on the same page.

Are you just playing
chicken with Dressler, Jack?

Because it looks
like you and Feldman

are tag-teaming to
commit legal murder.

In your opinion.

It's not even a fair fight. If
Dressler had the flight attendant...

She didn't force-feed
him that scotch

or steer him into those people.

He did that. He
punched the accelerator.

Or he made a mistake! No!

Anyway, that's for
the jury to decide.

How can they?

They don't have the whole story.

You're making them accomplices.

So I'm wrong because I
want an appropriate sentence?

Instead of 12 months
at Mount McGregor?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

You won, Jack.

Just call Dressler's lawyer.

The discussion is over, Jamie.

I'm not done! I am!

This is the District Attorney's
office. We prosecute criminals.

If you could stop thinking
like a defense attorney,

maybe you'd grasp the concept.

I know why I'm here.

I think you're the
one who's forgotten.

The stewardess told me
that she ran out of scotch

and I said I'd drink anything.

And so she went back
into coach and got more.

How many drinks
had you had by then?

Twelve.

I'd lined the little
bottles up on the tray.

I counted them. After that, I
don't remember much. Just flashes.

Susan at the airport,
driving on the expressway.

I often black out
when I drink too much.

How about Mr. Lavalle,

Mr. Galvez and his son, any
recollection of hitting them?

No.

I wish I could say I did.

I'm very sorry I killed them.

I swear I could never
kill anyone intentionally.

Mr. Dressler,

you really don't remember
anything about that morning?

No, I don't.

You don't remember getting
behind the wheel of your car,

even though your driving
privileges had been suspended?

No.

Even though you'd run over
a young girl two years ago

and put her in a coma?

I told you, I don't remember.

So, isn't it possible
at some point

you decided to speed
up and kill Mr. Lavalle

and you just don't remember it?

No!

How can you be so sure, when
you don't remember anything?

I swear if I did that
I'd remember it.

How?

You don't even remember
killing Peter Lavalle

or Leon Galvez

or Max Galvez.

You don't remember
them at all, do you?

God.

I didn't mean to.

I was so drunk.

I swear. I'm not a monster.

Please forgive me.

Please?

Mr. Dressler, we
have only your word

that you drank upwards of 12
scotches on the plane, is that right?

Yes.

Do you know that
you were so drunk

that you couldn't
sign your own name

to a Customs declaration form?

Mr. McCoy, what's the
basis for your question?

I'm offering People's
43 for identification.

Let me see it.

I really don't like
surprises, Mr. McCoy!

May I see the
evidence, Your Honor?

Sure.

This is the statement you
got from the flight attendant?

Yes.

Your Honor, I have no objection.

This statement cannot be
authenticated. I'm not admitting it.

I'll stipulate to its
authenticity, Your Honor.

If Mr. McCoy also stipulates,
that should be enough.

Mr. McCoy, before we proceed,

you are familiar with the
provisions of Title L, are you not?

Yes, Your Honor. I am.

Just asking. Excuse me.

What was that all
about? What's Title L?

It's what they now call sections
195 and 195.05 of the penal law.

Official misconduct and
obstruction? He just threatened you.

That's right.

Mr. Billings, does
defense agree to stipulate

to the authenticity
of People's 43?

We certainly do, Your Honor.

Mr. McCoy, are the People
also prepared to so stipulate?

Yes, Your Honor.

People's 43 is admitted.
Go on, Mr. McCoy.

Mr. Dressler, this is a statement
given to the District Attorney

by Gabrielle Barra, the flight
attendant on your flight from Rio.

She states that she served you
15 drinks. Is that an accurate count?

I only remember the first 12.

She states you
slurred your words

and spilled a drink on yourself.

Do you recall that?

No.

She states you were
disoriented, at one point

locking yourself in the washroom

and requiring assistance to
get out. Do you recall that?

No.

Given this statement, is it fair to
say that you were so intoxicated

as to be unable to
think or act rationally?

Yes.

No more questions.

I don't know what happened in
there. You dismantled your case.

I removed the needle from
his arm is what happened.

The offer is vehicular
manslaughter

first degree, three
counts, 5-to-15.

We'll take it. Send
me the papers.

Make no mistake,
Mr. Dressler, I'll be present

for every one of
your parole hearings.

Feldman still has
to sign off on this.

Five years? You
think this is just?

It's what the statute provides.

Statute. I don't give a
damn about the statute.

I was presiding over
a landmark case.

You turned it into
an embarrassment.

You made a fool out of me.

Judge... I had my
statements written

for his sentencing, for the
imposition of the death penalty,

you give me a plea
down to a "C" felony.

If by some fluke
you get elected D.A.,

you can lobby to re-write
the drunk-driving laws.

That's cute. This isn't over,
McCoy. I'm not accepting this plea.

You're sending
the case to the jury.

Absolutely not.

Absolutely not. Let me
warn you, counselor.

I know the shell game you
played with that flight attendant.

You either send
this case to the jury,

or you go before
the ethics committee.

That cuts both ways, Judge. No.

I have absolute
judicial discretion.

Any ruling I made
will hold up to scrutiny

anywhere, any
place, any time, okay.

It's not what's on
the record, Judge.

You tipped your hand in
front of Ms. Ross and myself.

If you're impugning
my judicial...

I don't want to hear it.

I have no excuse for
what I did. Neither do you.

You accept this plea or I'll
go to the ethics committee.

Before I impose sentence, does
the defendant have anything to say?

Just that I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I'm sorry.

I'm just very sorry.

Pursuant to the plea agreement,
the court sentences you

to a term of not less than five
and to no more than 15 years.

Though I'm bound by statutes,
this sentence in no way reflects

the wanton
destruction you inflicted

on the families of your victims,

nor the outrage your crimes
aroused in our community.

Your behavior offends
us, Mr. Dressler,

but no more so than
the inadequate penalties

provided by the statutes.

We're adjourned.

Good picture of
Feldman. Nice quote.

I gotta make some calls.
Line up a campaign manager.

I'm meeting David for dinner at
Primavera. You want to come?

Three's a crowd.

He'd like to meet you.

I'll be there for
dessert. I promise.