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- I need for you
to stay back, ma'am,

for your own safety.

- Evan!
- Stay back!

Ma'am, stop!

- No, he's my husband!
- Stay here.

Ma'am. Ma'am, I--

- What the hell happened?

- The crane was lifting
an I-beam,

and boom, the jib arm smacked
into the building,

takes out six floors
just like that.

Poor bastard,
sitting in the car.

That was all she wrote.

- Anyone else?
- We're still looking.

- Ma'am, for your own safety--
- He wasn't supposed to be here.

- I need you stay back!
- No, you're not--

- Ma'am.
- Evan, stay with me.

- Officer!

- Here's the crane operator.

He just transferred to this job
two days ago.

- He's my husband! Evan!

Help him!

- I got it on the citywide.

- When I heard
a building went down, I just...

- I went to the same place.
How bad?

- There's four injured,

and this guy, Evan Wheeler.

- She's lucky
she got out of the car.

- She's lucky
she never got in it.

She was at home on the phone
with him when she...

- Ah, damn.

- Evan!

Oh, my God, Evan!

- She's Frank Linden's daughter.

- The Frank Linden?
- Yeah, this is his project.

Evan was running it for him.

.

- Mr. Benzinger, we're from
the state's attorney's office.

- Can't this wait?

He's got two broken ribs
and a collapsed lung.

- Sorry, we'll be quick.
- It's okay, Kyra.

- Can you tell us what happened?
- I'm not sure myself.

21 years operating a crane,
nothing like this ever happened.

- It's not your fault, John.
- I never said it was.

- If you could tell us
what happened.

- I get to the site
around 7:00 a.m.,

check the paper,
uh, drink some coffee.

- When did you get on the rig?
- 7:30 on the nose.

Next thing I know,
I'm upside down,

concrete, metal
flying all around me.

Thought it was all over.

- How much did you have
to drink last night?

- You're kidding, right?

- John, you don't have to
answer that.

- It's all right.

One beer after shift,
and another when I got home.

- So two beers? That's it?
- That's what he said.

And I don't like
what you're implying.

- What about drugs?

- See? They're going to
pin this on you.

- I never even smoked weed
in high school.

Sure as hell
not gonna start now.

- Look, my husband
needs his rest.

You wanna know anything else,
you can talk to his union rep.

- Why did you get transferred
to Riverfront?

- Good-bye.

- Sorry.

I was at a new project
in Havana.

I came as soon as I heard.

- How's Sarah?
- In shock, you know.

We're all in shock.

Oh, God.

What's the point,
Mark, you know?

What--what good is any of it
if we can't protect our kids?

I mean, you were
at their wedding.

- I'm really sorry, Frank.

- I appreciate that.
Thank you.

- What can we do to help?
- Well, we heard

the crane operator
tested positive for cocaine,

and that he was written up
three years ago

for being drunk on the job.

- Where did you hear that?
- I apologize for my son.

He's a brilliant attorney,
but apparently

they don't teach discretion
at law school...

- How--how did you--
- So I'm just gonna let it go.

Evan and Brett,
they were very close.

They were like brothers.

- We went to school together.

- And Evan graduated, what,
third in your class?

- Yes.
- Yeah, such a good kid.

Great family from Philly.

He was like a son, you know.
He was a son to me.

Oh, I gotta go look after Sarah.

Get to the bottom of this,
will ya?

- Mm-hmm.
- And anything I can do,

you just let me know.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

He didn't answer my question.

- When you're worth
several billion dollars,

people take your calls.

- There's a word for that.

- Yes, it's called loyalty.

I want you running point
on this.

- I swear, Annaleigh can make
a mess while she's sleeping.

Do you have kids?

- I don't.

- The best of times, the--
the worst of times.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Wheeler.
This won't take long.

- No, I'm okay.

- Why was Evan at the site?

- I have no idea.

- Did he ever mention
any problems at the site?

Trouble between
any of the workers?

- No.

Do you think someone who worked
for us drugged Benzinger?

- Honestly, we don't know
what happened.

You, uh--you work for
your dad too, don't you?

- Oh, haven't you heard?

I'm Frank Linden's
financial brain.

Everything associated with Frank
has to be the best.

- Including his kids.

- Mm.

But Evan--

Evan really was brilliant...

and kind...

and good at what he does.

- You told my investigators
that you were on the phone

with your husband
just before the collapse.

Is there anything else
you can remember about that?

- Uh, we had a bad connection.

I just...

heard this explosion.

I tried to call him back,
but I--

he didn't pick up.

I turned on Channel 5,
heard about the accident,

and I got to the site
as quickly as I could.

- Mommy! Mommy!

- Annaleigh, sweetie.

Mommy's talking to the nice man.

- How old are you?
Nine? Ten?

- No, four.
- Oh, four?

- Come here.

Give us a minute, okay?

I still haven't told her yet.

I mean, how do you tell
a four-year-old

her daddy's never coming home?

- The crane snapped
in six different places.

We were lucky that
only one person got hit.

- That time in the morning,
smart money's on a pillow.

Preferably one's own.

- This is where the main
boom pins should be.

After they snapped,
the tonnage and the jib

cut through
the construction project.

The boom cracked, pieces went
flying in different directions.

- One landing
on Mr. Wheeler's car.

- Right.

- And you don't think
this could've been caused

by the operator being
high on cocaine?

- Contributing factor, maybe,

but the boom pins
being connected to the jib

would've acted like
a kill switch.

- Hey, Chief!

Looks like we found one.

- Thanks.

- What's that?

- This is a boom pin.

See this?
- What?

- Well, you can barely see it,
but those veins.

That is where the boom pin...

Broke.
- Whoa.

- This has been treated
with difluoroethane.

- Which is?

- It can freeze metal

to minus 167 degrees.

Makes it brittle enough
to break.

- So all this because of that?

- Someone wanted that crane
to collapse.

.

- So the crane operator
was a patsy?

- Looks like.
They tested his thermos.

- Let me guess,
positive for cocaine?

- Not only positive.
Pure.

There's no way
a guy like Benzinger

gets that on the streets
of Chicago.

Someone drugged his thermos,
knowing his work history.

- And maybe somehow
transferred him

to Riverfront two days
before the crash.

- We'll hit the union tomorrow.
- Don't bother.

The site foreman referred me
to the shop steward,

who referred me
to their labor lawyer.

- Who claimed privilege.

This would be an easier gig,
if not for the lawyers.

- Thanks.

Hi, guys.
- We may have something.

We know that the crane
was still working properly

when the site closed at 8:00.

Then night security was there
until 6:00 a.m.

This is from the parking lot
right next to the site.

Benzinger said
that he showed at 7:00,

so we figured that gives us
an hour gap,

during which time somebody
could've frozen the boom pin.

I'm thinking this guy
might be our saboteur.

- Those are nice wheels.
- Yeah, but that's it.

Unfortunately,
I can't pick up any plates.

- It's more than we had
an hour ago.

Can you print out
stills of the car?

- Yeah, sure can.

- Show these to the security
guard working the site.

I'll talk to Linden,
see if he can recognize it.

- Beautiful, isn't it?
28 West Washington.

Not even built, yet I've already
made a 400% profit.

- That's impressive.
- Ah, anybody can make money.

You know what's impressive?
What's truly impressive?

You fly into O'Hare

and you see something
you've built

prick up into the clouds.

That's impressive.

But you know, everybody talks
about legacy, legacy, legacy.

You change a skyline.
That's legacy.

- I'm sure Ms. Valdez
is very busy.

- Well, Ms. Valdez
is absolutely right.

You don't leave a legacy
pushing paper.

Am I right?

So the crane operator,
we are charging him with murder.

- I don't think so.

- You don't think so?

He killed my son-in-law.

- Actually, he may--
- I'll call Bledsoe.

The best private detective
agency in the country.

They'll get something done.
- Frank...

- No disrespect, I'm sure
you're a very smart girl.

- You can pat me on the head
if you like.

- Whoops.

- PC felony.
I'm sorry.

I confess, you got me.
Here, take me away.

I apologize.

You're not a girl.
You're a lady.

- I'm an assistant
state's attorney, Mr. Linden.

- Well, very good for you.

You know what,
we'd all be a lot better off

if we could actually say
what we think.

- Uh, Ms. Valdez wanted to know
about our enemies?

- If you recognize this car.

- No.

But in my business,
if we didn't have enemies,

we wouldn't be winning.
Excuse me.

- Anyone lose recently?
Or particularly badly?

- Yes, Jim Florence.
That son of a bitch.

Brett'll give you
whatever you need.

Your father's
an interesting man.

- His massage therapist.
He has a bad back.

It's the price he paid
for hauling gravel

at Thornton Quarry
in high school.

- Frank Linden actually
worked construction?

- He sure did,

so my sister and I
won't have to.

He's a great man.

- Tell me about Jim Florence.
- An electrical subcontractor.

Got into a beef with my father.
- Over what?

What do you think? Money.

Contractors
perpetually overbill.

It started with
threatening voicemails,

and then two days ago,
he showed up at our building.

Tried to get in,
carrying a 9-millimeter.

- Oh, screw Frank Linden.

- Someone did.

- Look,
I'm a small businessman, okay.

I'm used to getting screwed over
by the big shots.

But Linden?

He takes it to
a whole new level.

- His lawyer said
you overbilled.

- Let me tell you about Frank.

He always gets his end.

But before he pays you,
he finds your weak spot,

hits it, and offers
pennies on the dollar.

- What's your weak spot,
Mr. Florence?

- Off the record?
- Sure.

- Most of my workers are, uh,

strictly speaking, undocumented.

Linden knows that's
how I make the lowest bid.

- So he renegotiated
after the fact?

- Offered me $90,000
on a $2 million job.

I decided, "Screw it,
I'm gonna fight back for once."

- With a 9-mil?
- I've got a permit.

Look, the crane deal,
it wasn't me.

All right, the sad truth--
I need Linden.

He's the only one
still building in Chicago.

But I'll bet you 10 bucks,
when Riverfront fell,

Linden came out ahead.

He always does.

- Got a minute?

I looked into Linden's business
practices, like you wanted.

He declared bankruptcy
five times.

- They've gotten rid
of debtors' prison, Anna.

It's in the Constitution
somewhere.

Keep looking.

- Each time,
he made out like a bandit,

while everyone else got
completely wiped out.

Exactly.

Then I did a search
on Riverfront

to see how much
it was insured for.

- Did you find a policy?
- Eventually.

He filed a certificate
of insurance with the state,

a company called
Alcorine Insurance.

- So what am I looking for?
- The CCs.

The ones to Linden run through
a server called darcolo.net.

I ran darcolo through
every program I had.

No public server with that name.

- So Linden's got
a private server?

- Our request for a warrant.

- I've got a prelim starting
back up in five minutes.

You can have two of them.
- Thank you, Judge.

We need you to sign off
on a warrant

to gain access to
Frank Linden's private server.

- I know it's Tuesday,
but as of last night,

you still need a good
old-fashioned probable cause

for a warrant.

- We think Linden took out
an insurance policy

on his own construction site
two months before it came down.

- You think?
- That's right.

- And I think
you'll need a lot more

before I give you a warrant.

Here's where we say good-bye.

- You're not smiling.
- Nothing to smile about.

- You know, I know a woman
who could probably hack into--

- No.
- Whoa, whoa.

What do you mean no?

Borrelli was my friend too.

- Who?

- I said no.

- Who?

Linden put his whole life
online.

Yearbooks, college homework,

report cards,
Little League stats.

Should I ask how you got this?

- No.
- Then tell me about Borrelli.

Why--you and Stone knew--

- Look, if you
don't wanna help...

- That's not what I said.

But this feels,
at best, sketchy.

Danny Borrelli was with
Engine Sixty Seven.

He was a good guy.

He was married--
a couple of girls.

He and Stone
used to box in my gym.

They'd drink together, and get
into trouble once or twice.

- Hard to imagine
Stone getting into trouble.

- One day, Danny turned out.

It was a building collapse

at an office complex
in the West Loop.

It was a death trap.

Safety violations, permits
that had been bought off.

Danny never made it out.

- Linden owned the building.

And he skated.
- He always skates.

Not this time.

You ever heard of Henry Tomczak?

- Yeah, uh,
head of the Local 409.

Mob ties.
- That's the guy.

Frank Linden reached out to him
six times in the last 30 days.

"Tomczak, we need to talk now."
Look.

- "Tomczak, meet me at 10:00,
Scappy's Bar."

That's four days before
the crane went down.

- A CI of mine
tends bar at Scappy's.

You wanna get a real drink?

- It's 1:00 in the afternoon,

but if you're buying...

- I wish you wouldn't come here.

- Did you see Frank Linden here
or not?

- He came in at 10:00,

then Tomczak joins him.

I don't wanna get involved,
you know,

but when I bring drinks,
I hear Tomczak say

something about Riverfront.
- What'd they say?

- I don't know.

But a little later,
this lady comes in, joins him.

Rich.

Definitely stood out
in a place like this.

Seemed real,
I don't know, agitated.

Good-looking.
Maybe 30, brunette.

Nice ass.
- That's nice, Eddie.

- How's that?
- Yeah, that's her.

I said, "Cash only, dude."

- Sarah Wheeler,
Linden's daughter.

- The grieving widow.

- You sure it was her?
- Yeah, he recognized her photo.

- With Linden?
- And Tomczak from the Local.

- Yeah, I know who he is.

And you found out about
this information how?

- I told you, a CI--

- Because I don't wanna
go down this road

just to have it
thrown out of court

because of someone's
personal agenda.

- You don't wanna use it,
don't use it.

- I don't see the problem.
We're investigators.

We investigate.

One of my CIs reached out to me
out of the blue.

We checked it out.

- Good work.

- Peter, you should see this.

This is the newscast
the wife said she saw.

- The fire is not yet contained.
And we have breaking news--

- There.
Look at the time.

7:33.

According to CPD, Sarah Wheeler
arrived at the site at 7:29.

She told you she saw
the report on the news,

and then left her apartment.

- When you showed up
at the site,

you told the police that
he wasn't supposed to be here.

What did you mean?

- I don't remember.
I wasn't thinking.

- Or you felt guilty.

You said you saw it on Channel 5
before you went to the site,

but they didn't report it until
four minutes after you arrived.

- What are you suggesting?

- If your father started
something you couldn't stop

just to make money,

now is the time
to get ahead of it.

- We know you and your father
met with Henry Tomczak

at Scappy's Bar
four nights before

your husband was murdered.

- Murdered?
- Bringing down a crane

in the middle
of downtown Chicago?

That constitutes
a strong probability

of death or great bodily harm,

which makes it
first-degree murder, Sarah.

- I can't help you.
- Then maybe your brother can.

- Good luck with that.
Brett worships Frank.

Frank would never do anything
to convince him otherwise.

I respect your enthusiasm,
but you can't beat Frank.

No one can.

- I can have you arrested,
Mrs. Wheeler...

Right now.

The train leaves the station
in five, four...

- Annaleigh.
- She'll be placed with

the Department of Children
and Family Services.

And I promise,
I will do everything I can

to make sure she stays there
until she can vote.

- Please.
- Three, two...

- Stop!

Fine.

Whatever you want.

- You knew the crane
was going to collapse.

.

- Cuffs and a perp walk?

This is Frank Linden, not some--

- Be grateful the judge
granted him bail.

- Relax, Brett, it'll only
increase the damages

I'll collect when I sue
for malicious prosecution.

- Yeah, that's one way
to look at it.

The other is to cut your losses

and plead guilty to
the murder of Evan Wheeler.

- Okay, yeah, I'll do that.
Where's Mark Jefferies?

There's no way
he signed off on this.

- Have you spoken with
your daughter recently, Frank?

- She told us everything.
- She's scared of you, Frank,

but not scared enough
to go to prison.

- Why don't you just
give us a moment--

- Shut up, Brett.

Wow, that's a good try.
That's a really good try.

I've sat across the table

from the best negotiators
in the world,

men of ineffable wealth
and actual power and acumen,

who try to make me
fold my trip jacks

with their--with their
measly pair of trays.

And you wanna know something?

They learned what you're
about to learn, the hard way.

Frank Linden
doesn't fold on a bluff.

There's no way Sarah
ever testifies against me.

- He may not be wrong
about Sarah.

- How are we doing with Tomczak?

- I'll call Dawson and Nagel.

- I run the Local.

I had drinks with
the biggest builder in the city.

I'm sorry, but that's not gonna
make the 5:00 news.

- It might, considering it was
four nights before

the builder's crane collapsed.
- Which put my guys out of work.

- We could continue
this conversation

in front of a grand jury,
if you don't wanna talk here.

- If you could've, you would've.

Besides, I don't know anything
about Riverfront.

- Your people worked it.

- I have 12,000 people
to worry about.

- Is this an Atlantic sailfish?

That's gotta be 6 feet.
Where'd you catch it?

- Florida Keys in Boca Chica,

and it's 7 feet.

My dad used to take me fishing
at Hawks Cay.

You gotta let me
take a picture to send him.

I--this would kill him.

- If it'll get you out of here.

- Oh, thank you.

- And here I never
even considered

the deep-sea fishing angle
of the case.

That should crack things
wide open.

- That isn't what I wanted
a picture of.

I just know that men
love to brag about

the size of their fish.
- Ha.

- I wanted a picture
of the photo next to his fish.

2008 Dodge Challenger,

the same car
that was photographed

leaving Waterfront
the morning of the crash.

- Very good, Nagel.
Very good.

Now run the plates,
see if we can ID our car buff.

- Very good, Dawson.
Very good.

- I told you, I haven't seen
Tommy in three days.

He just took off.
- To where?

- The Caribbean.
Left all of a sudden.

Said he wants to learn
to scuba dive.

Can't get him to take me
to Twin Lakes.

All of a sudden,
he's gotta dive.

- You remember where Tommy was
the morning before he left?

- No, but he's been keeping
weird hours lately.

Probably got himself
another girl.

Bet she scuba dives.

- Check it out.

Difluoroethane,

same thing he used
to freeze the boom pins.

- It's empty.

Looks like we found
our Riverfront saboteur.

- Do you know
Linden wrote a book?

It's been out of print
for ten years.

We ID'd the guy
who sabotaged the crane,

and with the daughter's
testimony--

- I just made a deal
with Linden.

I could hear half
the city council cheering

when I signed it.

- I've got him, Mark.
- It's done.

- No jail time?
Are you kidding?

- Some battles aren't worth
the losses, Peter.

- This isn't some
OSHA violation.

Linden didn't just skimp
on the grade of cement.

This was an intentional act
that resulted in murder.

- Perhaps, but I'm not convinced
you can prove it.

- Mr. Stone,
I understand you've reached

a settlement in the case.

- Yes, Your Honor,
we've provided the court

with an executed plea agreement
with Linden Corp.

- That's agreeable
with the defense?

- It is, Your Honor.
- Okay.

Unless there's
any other business--

- Actually, the People
have a request, Your Honor.

- Go ahead.

- The indictment
against Linden Corp

was satisfied
with a $500,000 fine.

- Court's aware of that.

- But the grand jury
also handed down

a murder indictment
for Frank Linden personally.

I request that Mr. Linden
be taken into custody now.

- Big mistake, Mr. Stone.

Well, well, well,

you certainly are
a creature of habit, Mark.

- It's gotten me this far.

- You knew I'd be out
in 20 minutes.

- We shouldn't be talking.

- A crane collapsed,

destroyed my building.

It doesn't have to destroy
30 years of friendship.

- A friend wouldn't put me
in this position.

- A friend would
look me in the eye,

and ask me to my face,

am I responsible for
my son-in-law's death.

- Are you?
- Ah...

When I completed
my first project,

7333 North Sheridan,
22 stories residential,

I went up to the roof,

and man,
I was on top of the world.

I was on top of the world.

And then I looked south,

and Fowler's throwing up
45 on Lake Shore Drive,

45 stories of glass and steel.

And it tore a hole in my heart.

It tore a hole in my heart
that's still there.

So I threw up 50
on North Wabash,

and then I see Flemming
throwing up 65.

- That's why man invented
tape measurers.

- No, no, no, no, no,
it's not about pumping my chest.

- Really?
- No.

It's about going up to the top,

and looking around,

and knowing that nobody--

nobody is closer to God than me.

I am not responsible
for Evan's death,

for crying out loud.

And the more your people
hassle my people,

and you know
who I'm talking about,

the harder it is for me
to do my business.

- I took an oath, Frank,

to protect and serve
all the people in the county,

not only those whose numbers
are in my iPhone.

- 30 years of friendship
doesn't count for anything?

Okay.

Okay.

I see what you're doing, Mark.

You're putting up
your own building, huh?

Your own structure?
I mean, not 45 stories of brick

and mortar and glass and steel,
but I see it, story by story.

And you wanna know something?

You know I'm the only one

who can stop you from
getting to your rooftop.

.

- I'm the CFO of Linden Corp.

- And you deal with banks,

mortgage companies, lenders,

things like that?
- Yes.

- How is the Riverfront
project doing?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

What was the construction loan
on Riverfront?

- $200 million.

- How much a month
do you pay in interest?

- About $700,000 per month.

- And is the project
continuing ahead on schedule?

- Not now.
- I'm sorry, I meant

before the recent
crane accident.

- We were several months
behind schedule.

- How many, exactly?
- Ten.

- Well, that's--that's
$7 million in interest payments.

- Approximately.

- If construction continued
at that pace,

then the company stood to lose
how much money?

- Well, that's hard to say.

- Why is that?

- Because we're insured
against accidents

that cause us to stop
construction completely.

- Like a crane collapsing?

- That's right.
- How much are you insured for?

- The projected fair market
value of the building.

- Which is?
- $570 million.

- It sounds like
the crane accident

was actually
a blessing in disguise.

- Objection.
Is there a question?

- It wasn't an accident at all
that the crane collapsed,

was it, Mrs. Wheeler?

In fact, you knew in advance

the crane was going to collapse,
didn't you?

Mrs. Wheeler...

Who decided to sabotage
the boom pins on the crane?

We stood in your apartment,
and you told me--

- I want to, uh--
- What, Mrs. Wheeler?

- I want to take the Fifth.

- I told you
you couldn't beat Frank.

- Actually,
you never did say that.

You just told me
what a great man he was.

- Nothing's changed.

- You do realize
that he killed Evan--

- Oh, Jesus.

Sometimes, you have to do
whatever it takes

to get the job done.

- You knew?

Sarah said Frank would never
let you in on his dirty secrets.

Oh, my God,
she was protecting you.

- I have to go.
- She was protecting you,

and you're gonna let her
go to prison.

- The world looks
very different to me...

And I'd like to
keep it that way.

- Thank you.
- Peter?

- Excuse me.

I took the deal
you told me to take.

- I heard what you did.

- Half a million
is a pimple on Linden's ass.

He needs to hear
the jail door slam behind him.

- I agree.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Friendship only goes so far.

But the daughter
taking the hit hurts.

- We still have
the difluoroethane

and the insurance policy.
- No, you have nothing yet.

But you never know
what'll come out

when a malignant narcissist
opens his mouth.

- Helen Coren, his new lawyer--

she'll never put him
on the stand.

- Sometimes a lawyer
doesn't have a choice.

- The Opera Benefit?
- I hope you have a tux.

Frank!
- Mr. Stone...

I wouldn't have taken you
for a patron of the arts.

- And I wouldn't have taken you
for a killer,

but life's full of surprises.

- You know what,
this isn't the appropriate place

to have this conversation.

I wouldn't know.
I'm not a lawyer.

Well, you practically are.

I mean, all the time you spent
in bankruptcy court.

- I am so sorry.

I apologize.
We have a very sore loser here.

Everybody come on upstairs,
enjoy yourselves.

I'm gonna go have a chat
with my friends.

- Who are you kidding, Frank?

You're just a kid
from Back of the Yards,

the son of a bricklayer.

Now, your old man,
he helped build big buildings,

but he could never afford
to live in 'em.

Even if he could,
they wouldn't want his type.

Truth is, nothing's changed.

If you didn't own the buildings,
your friends--

they wouldn't let you near 'em.

- I am asking you nicely.

- How many lives did you destroy

to be able to live in
that penthouse of yours, Frank?

You know what my old man
told me?

He said, "The true measure
of a man's wealth

is how much he'd be worth
if he lost all his money."

Now, truth be told,
you're pretty worthless, Frank.

You know it, and I know it,

and everybody here knows it.

The great Frank Linden

picked himself up
by his bootstraps

and dumped himself in the sewer.

You think this is over?

I'm just getting started.

- Get him out of here.

- You don't create, Frank.
You destroy.

Good night, Frank!

.

- All rise.

- Please be seated.

Call your next witness,
Mr. Stone.

- The People rest, and await
Mr. Linden's vigorous defense.

- "The People rest"
will suffice.

Ms. Coren?

- The defense likewise rests,
Your Honor.

- One second, Your Honor.

I wanna testify.

- The defense calls
Frank Linden.

- This whole thing
is nothing more than a circus.

It's a--it's a--

it's a showcase trial
for Mr. Stone,

a small man who will do
whatever he can

to bring down a...

- Please finish that thought,
Mr. Linden.

- Well, I'm not one to boast.

- Well, let me.

You were gonna say a great man.

- Well, look, I employ
thousands of people.

I have hundreds
of commercial tenants,

corporate offices of some of
the best companies in the world.

I have thousands
of residential tenants,

good people, by the way.

Good upstanding people.

I fund the--the Linden Center
for Cancer Research

at St. Vincent's.

The opera wouldn't be able
to finish its season

if I didn't cover its shortfall.

I mean, I can go on
and on and on and on.

I--I think we get the picture.

- The fact that Mr. Stone,

because of some
personal vendetta,

or--or impotent ambition,

or whatever it is that
gets him up in the morning,

chooses to accuse me
of killing my son-in-law,

my son, as far as I'm concerned,

it's a clear example of--
of the pettiness

and the deterioration
of a legal system--

excuse me--that we are
supposed to be relying on.

- Did you have anything
whatsoever to do

with sabotaging
the Riverfront site?

- Absolutely nothing.

- Thank you, Mr. Linden.

You received your MBA
from Columbia, didn't you?

- I did.

- Do you remember the subject
of your master's thesis?

- Well, it was 30 years ago.
No, I don't.

- It's a good thing
I have a copy.

It's called
"In Defense of Pinto."

- Objection, relevance.
- Overruled.

- Where--where did you get that?

- It's my job to ask
the questions, sir,

but since your memory
seems to be failing--

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

I'd be more than happy
to refresh your recollection.

It seems you published it
20 years ago

in a journal called the "Real
Estate Investor's Quarterly."

Do you remember who owned
the journal at that time?

- I owned it.

- So you thought
you'd share your wisdom

with the rest of the industry?
- It was a legitimate treatise.

- Has it ever been cited?

- I don't know.
I wouldn't know.

- I would.

According to LexisNexis,
the only time it was ever cited

was in a book called
"Negotiate Up."

Do you know who wrote that book?

- Yes, I did.

I can sign it for you,
if you like.

- Looks like you might be
the only one

to consider this treatise
legitimate.

- Object--
- Don't bother, counsel.

I withdraw the comment.

Would you mind explaining for us
the subject of your thesis,

that is, the Pinto case,
to the jury?

- Sure.

Pinto was a 1981 lawsuit,

in which Ford Motor Company
was determined to have used

a cost-benefit analysis,
weighing the risk of human life

against corporate profit.

- And in your thesis,
you agreed with Ford.

You argued it was appropriate
for a company

to value profits
over human life.

- Theoretically, yes.
- Not practically?

- Well, uh, no.
I wouldn't know.

- But theoretically,
sabotaging a particular project,

if it boosted profits, would be
an acceptable business practice.

That's--that's what you wrote,
isn't it?

The point of business
is to create profit, okay?

- So if a company could earn
an extra $10 million,

it would be okay
if, say, one person

became collateral damage?
- In theory.

- Your paper says that
corporations have a duty

to weigh risk to human life
against profits.

I question the validity
of that theory,

and you said it was
a legitimate treatise.

Are you changing your answer?
- No, I'm not.

- Of course not,

because it was cited
by at least one noted scholar.

Tell me, sir, under your theory,

how many people have to be
put at risk of bodily harm

before the corporation says,

"Stop, we have made
enough money"?

There's no way to answer
that question.

It's theory.
- Well, sure there is.

It's right here
in your treatise.

"When the cost of
defending lawsuits

exceeds the company's
expected profit margins."

That's what you wrote, isn't it?

- If you say so.
- It's your words, not mine.

And the insurance policy
on Riverfront

would've netted you
over half a billion dollars.

- Objection.
- That's a lot more, I suspect,

than it would cost to defend

one of those pain-in-the-ass
wrongful death lawsuits.

- Objection.
- Overruled.

- I employ thousands
of people, okay?

I have hundreds--
- It's profits.

It's all about profits.

- You're goddamn right it is!

- Even when the wrongful death
was that of your son-in-law?

What if it was your son?

Your daughter?

- I employ thousands
of people, okay?

I have hundreds
of commercial tenants--

- That's all.

- Let's talk.

- I agreed to talk...alone.

- My house, my rules,
Mr. Linden.

You called this meeting, Helen.

- Without admitting any guilt,

my client is open to a plea.

- I'm listening.

- Reckless endangerment.

Two years probation.

- He killed your husband.
What do you think, Sarah?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think manslaughter.
He does 15.

- I'll give you Tomczak.

- I'll take him.
12.

- Okay, you know what,
screw this.

I'll just--I'll just take
my chances with the jury.

- It was her idea
to get the insurance.

She's the one who convinced
Tomczak to freeze the boom pins.

- You see that?
You see that?

I had nothing to do with this!

- Don't let him do this
to us, Brett--

- Not now, Sarah.
- He killed Evan.

He left Annaleigh
without a father.

He'd gladly leave her
without a mother.

- Who's going to
build things, Sarah?

You? Me?

Annaleigh?

Don't you see?
We need him.

We all do.

- Well, I don't.

There's no deal on the table
for any of you.

You can tell that
to your buddy Tomczak

and his errand boy Westin.

I'm coming after all of you.

- In the case of the People
of the State of Illinois

versus Frank Linden,

as to the sole count
of the indictment, murder,

we find the defendant guilty.

- Linden's already looking
to reduce his sentence.

- Oh, that doesn't surprise me.

He's got a laundry list
of dirty secrets to trade.

- Yeah, starting with his son.

- That family's like
five of his businesses.

Bankrupt.
- Strategically bankrupt.

You two should have
another drink.

If I'm correct,

you won't be coming back here
for awhile.

That dirty laundry
I was talking about,

most of it belongs to
our esteemed membership.