All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S05E23 - Pride (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-23.eng

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

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

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

It's Stalinism! The Board of Education is
purging our lifestyle from the curriculum!

Will you please let Mr. Durban
answer the question?

They can pretend that we don't
exist, but you can't, Richard!

We elected you
to the City Council

and we damn well expect you
to stand up to them!

People, the bigger issue
before the Council

is health coverage
for same-sex partners.

That's a battle we can win.

That's your answer?
Compromise?

It's called politics. You don't
get it, Richard, we want it all.

And if you can't deliver,
we'll find somebody who will!

You'll have your chance next year.
That's called politics, too.

Congratulations, Cliff.

Your talent for annoying people
hasn't diminished with age.

Between making friends and getting
results, it's a no-brainer.

Well, then, congratulations again.
You're failing on both counts.

MAN 1: What are you doing? You're nuts!
MAN 2: Yeah? The hell with you!

(sun FIRING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Oh, my God. Richard.

I saw him, Officers. He had a green raincoat.
He ran towards 7th.

30 Charlie to Central. Signal 10-54.
We have a male down, Bleecker and 7th.

(SIREN BLARING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Councilman Richard Durban. Caught
one in the head. No exit wound.

All personal items are intact.
This lady saw it.

What did you see, ma'am?

I heard a loud voice.
They were arguing.

I was across the street. Then this guy
shot that man with a gun and ran away.

The one who shot,
what did he look like?

Well, I didn't see his face.

I just saw he was wearing
a green raincoat.

Thank you, ma'am. If you think of
anything else, tell the officer.

I saw him leave. He was by himself.
He lives just a few blocks away.

Anybody follow him
from the meeting?

You're accusing one of us?

I knew everybody in that room.
We're like a family.

I don't know many family reunions that
need a police detail at the front door.

That's to protect us from them,
the paranoid straight community.

That's who killed
Richard Durban.

Hey, fella, gay, straight, undecided,
give me a name, I'll make an arrest.

Oh, come on, you...
Thanks for your cooperation.

The community relations course the
department gave us sure paid off big time.

Yeah, don't throw away
your notes.

Detectives, we got something in
the trash can up near the corner.

Well, like the lady said, it's
green and it's a raincoat.

Any chance
he left his calling card?

No. But he left this.

I, along with every citizen of New
York, feel outrage and grief.

I want to offer
the city's condolences

to Councilman Durban's family,
to the people of...

Have we got a suspect
to go with those condolences?

Ballistics matched the slug
to the .22 in the raincoat.

No prints on the weapon, and the
serial number's been filed off.

Well, what about the raincoat?

The lab's working it up.

The pockets were empty,
no laundry marks.

We called the manufacturer.

The past year, they sold 8,000
of them in the five boroughs.

So you're proposing to put
an ad in at lost and found

and hope somebody claims it?

Well, we've gone public about
a suspect in a green coat.

Maybe someone saw him
on 7th Avenue.

Other than that,
we don't know anything yet.

How about you find out
by this afternoon?

You run into
any obstacles, call me.

Yes, sir.

The date for the memorial
hasn't been set yet.

Hold on. Contributions?

To the Gay Men's Health Crisis.

I still can't believe it.
It's such a waste.

Richard was the first
gay politician

who could make people
forget their prejudices.

That could make some people
very uncomfortable.

The lunatic fringe. They called this
morning to say good riddance and worse.

What did they say
before Mr. Durban was shot?

There were death threats.
Goes with the territory.

These kooks
even threatened his family.

You mean his parents
or his live-in partner?

No, Richard lived alone.
I meant his ex-wife.

She was very supportive
of Richard's politics.

Well, if we wanted to look up some of these
kooks, where would you suggest we start?

Talk to Councilman Crossley.
Kooks are his biggest boosters.

Yeah, I was watching the TV with my
wife when they flashed the bulletin.

Hey, I was stunned.

Was that just before
you broke out the champagne?

You must be kidding me, right? Besides
the fact that I liked Durban personally,

I also lost
my juiciest political target.

Well, we heard that some of your
supporters might not share your regrets.

So what, it's political? Is
that the line from downtown?

Right now, that's our line.

Look, guys, I pounded a beat for a lot of
years in Canarsie. I know how it goes.

You guys caught a heavy one,
you got the brass dogging you

to get this thing turned around in
time for the evening news, right?

Well, hey, have you even considered
that maybe Durban was mugged?

Considered and rejected.

Well, so what, he must've been
killed by some flag-waving redneck?

Excuse me,
I must've been asleep

when the Village People took
over the police department.

Come on.

(SIGHING)

So much for the politics
of tolerance.

So what?

These people don't shoot each other,
they bore each other to death.

Hey, we got a guy
shooting up the White House.

Guess knocking off a gay politician's
not out of the question.

Well, before we roll out
the Warren Commission,

how about we take a look
at Durban's personal life?

Even for some gays,
it was messy.

And it's not for politicians?

Durban was gay
and a politician.

We were married
for seven years.

It took me longer than that
to accept who Richard was.

I had as much difficulty
with it as he did.

But we finally
became friends again.

And now, some sick mind...

So you think he was targeted
because of his views?

Yes. I campaigned
for him last year.

You wouldn't believe
the calls I got.

One time, my 11-year-old answered the phone.
They called him a faggot.

Did you know much about your
ex-husband's personal life?

Is that a nice way of asking
if he cruised the gay bars?

Richard was 47. His wild oats
were sown a long time ago.

With all due respect,
Mrs. Durban,

some of us older guys still
have some life left in us.

I'm not suggesting
he was celibate.

For a few months now he's had a
young friend living with him.

His assistant said
he was living alone.

Richard was discreet.

Did you ever meet this person?

No.

But Richard and I had rearranged
our son's visiting schedule.

Did your husband ever tell you
his friend's name?

Joe. I don't know
his last name.

Go ahead, open it up.

(KEYS JINGLING)

Has Mr. Durban's roommate
been around today?

Haven't seen him.

Well, I've been in the
basement fixing the boiler.

Uh-huh.

But you've met him, right?
Oh, sure. Mr. Gibb.

He's usually in during the day.

The dresser and the closet
have been cleaned out.

Looks like he took the art
collection with him, too.

Gee.

Think he went out to make
funeral arrangements?

Is this Mr. Gibb?

Yeah. Nice young fella.
Very popular.

How so?

He seemed like he had a lot of friends
coming in and out of here every day.

When Mr. Durban was out?
Yeah, I guess.

The lab found some hairs on the raincoat.
What have you got?

New evidence that May-December
romances don't work.

Seems like Mr. Gibb wasn't quite
as fond of monogamy as Mr. Durban.

Anything else?
Yeah.

We pulled the IUDs
on their apartment.

Figured any calls made
during the day were from Gibb.

Anybody he called
might know where he is.

But mostly it's pizza parlors
and a hair salon.

There's a lot of
812 prefixes. Beepers.

Yeah. We left our number
for call-backs.

Keep me posted.

Oh, no, I'd really like
to surprise him.

Just tell him it's an old friend.
Oh, sure, I'll hold.

Mr. Barnett? Oh, hi.
My name's Mike Logan.

Yeah. Well, actually, we...

We have a mutual friend.
Joe Gibb.

Yeah, I'm trying
to get in touch with him...

Hello? Hello? He hung up.

I had two of those.

Soon as I mention Gibb's name,
I get the dial tone.

Makes you wonder what they're
up to with Mr. Gibb.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? Oh, yes, I beeped you.

Yeah, I got your number
through Joe.

What do I like?
Well, nothing bizarre.

Yeah, matter of fact, I've got a
lunch break right now. Can you meet?

My name's Lennie. Okay,
Eddie, I'll meet you there.

Eddie?
I got a date.

What do you think,
shall I stick with this tie?

Well,
that's my personal favorite.

I got to tell you, Lennie,
you look just like my dad.

Well, you don't look
anything like my kid.

Yeah, well, you should've seen me last year.
I was working the 12th Avenue piers in drag.

Makeup and a Wonderbra. Got a lot
of attention from married guys.

You married, Lennie?
On and off.

Married guys, they like to pretend
they was coming on to a woman.

Soon as you get them alone, they
go straight for the cookies.

Yeah, well, that's very
informative, Eddie,

but I don't have
a whole lot of time here.

Okay. Routine question I gotta ask.
You're not Vice, are you?

No, no.
Okay.

So what's the deal?

Deal is, if we're talking
French it's one thing,

if we're talking Greek,
it's another.

Well, what if I want
the whole Berlitz course?

100 and a half, plus the room.

Well, let me see
if I have enough on me.

Let's make this a threesome,
okay?

This is entrapment.
You said you weren't Vice.

We're not, we're Homicide.
Keep your hands on the table.

What's going on? I got nothing
to do with no homicide.

What's this for, packages?
That's personal protection.

I run into a lot of weirdoes.
Weirdoes like Joe Gibb?

Joey? Joey's one of my matchmakers.
Why? What's he done?

He's disappeared, for starters. He cleared
out of his 17th Street apartment.

You know where we can find him?
No.

Well, you can think about it
tonight in the holding cell.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute. I guess...

I guess one of his boyfriends
caught on to his little sideline.

Joey called me this morning.

He said he'd relocated
to the Royale on Lex, okay?

Mr. Gibb, it's the manager.
GIBB: Yeah, what do you want?

There's a leak in the room under you.
I have to check your bathroom.

(LOCK CLICKING)

Jesus!
Don't move. Police.

What the hell is this?
Shut up.

He's clean. Sit down.

You wanna tell me what's going on here?
When we're in the mood.

Hey, where did you get these?
What? I own them.

They look a little big for you. A
friend of mine gave them to me.

Are these a gift, too?
Yeah. So what?

You can help us
hang them in the precinct.

Let's go.
Come on.

You guys got the wrong idea here.
Richard wanted me to have those things.

For something to
remember him by.

You don't strike me
as a sentimental guy.

No? Inside,
I'm a big pussycat.

So did Durban know you were running an
escort service out of his apartment?

So what if he didn't? I'm just
helping people make a connection.

It's a lonely city out there.

Yeah, you seem to be
a real goodwill expert, Joey.

We looked at your yellows. Multiple arrests
for prostitution, public lewdness.

There's nothing violent in there.
Just consenting adults having fun.

Maybe Durban decided to spoil the party.
He found out, didn't he?

No. Wouldn't matter if he did.

Richard had a hard spot for me.
Wanted to reform me.

But a boy needs his amusements.

Then why did you run?

Figured the police
would come knocking. And...

Nothing personal, guys,
but I don't like cops.

You better start liking us,
pretty boy,

because you're gonna spend
a lot of time with us.

Now, what were you doing when
Durban was shot around 10 p.m.?

I was home. Look,
why don't you lay off me

and go bother that right-wing
messiah, Councilman Crossley?

He rang the bell about 9:30. He had
a bug up his butt about something.

You talked to him?

No, but I saw him
through the peephole.

Did you see
what he was wearing?

Yeah, some kind of a green
coat and a pissed-off look.

I had company. I didn't
want to deal with him.

Yeah, well, your company better have a name
and better remember you real well, Joey,

or you're gonna find out what
cops like to do for amusement.

Leo Barnett.
We were playing pinochle.

I'm Detective Briscoe.
This is Detective Logan.

Oh, nice to meet you. But I
don't know how I can help.

Actually, Mr. Barnett,
we've already met.

On the phone. I called to
ask you about Joey Gibb.

Oh, that was you.
Thought we were disconnected.

I didn't know
it was the police.

Mr. Gibb said he was with you
when Mr. Durban was shot.

He said that?
What do you say?

Yes.

You had to think about it?

I had gone to Councilman Durban's
house to drop off a report.

He chaired the Council
Transportation Committee.

Mr. Gibb told me
Durban would be home soon.

I needed to explain some charts to
him, so I waited a little while.

Were you with Gibb at 10:00?

Yes. I left about 10:15.

You see anybody else
at the apartment?

No. But I heard the doorbell.

Mr. Gibb told me that Councilman
Crossley had come by.

He went there to drop off a report.
To drop something.

Either way, he backs up Gibb's alibi
and his story about Crossley.

Pretty damn neat.

Maybe Gibb said, "if the cops come
by, tell them you were with me"

"or I'll have a chat
with your wife."

What, a little blackmail?

How do you want to
check it out?

Let's find out what time
Mr. Barnett gets home.

I told you,
I don't know anything else.

We just have
a few more questions.

Mind if we come in?
MRS. BARNETT: Who is it, Leo?

Just the super.

Can't we talk
in my office tomorrow?

LOGAN: No.

Now look, we thought maybe we could
sit down with you and your wife,

talk about Durban, Gibb,
some of your other friends.

What do you want? Well, for
starters, what were you doing

with Joey Gibb
at Durban's apartment?

What do you think I was doing?
All right? Will you leave now?

Did Durban know
what was going on?

No.

Yes. Joey said Durban found out what
he was doing and was throwing him out.

Okay, so when you finished doing
what you were doing with Joey,

are you sure
about the time you left?

You think Joey shot Durban?

BRISCOE: Well, you said
Durban was throwing him out.

Ask him again about linoleum.

That's what I'm doing.

Are you sure you didn't leave earlier? Are
you sure you were still there at 10:00?

Yes. I don't know.

Whatever you say, okay?
Whatever you want.

Yes, ma'am. Van Buren.

So what do you want to tell her first?
That Gibb says he was with Barnett

when Durban was shot, or that
Barnett says maybe he wasn't?

Barnett would've said anything
to keep us out of his apartment.

Lieutenant?

Gibb's hair doesn't match the
hairs on the shooter's coat.

We can live with that.
Gibb said he saw Crossley mad

half an hour before the
shooting, wearing a green coat.

Crossley. Look at this.

From the City Channel.

Rights, always rights.
I talk about decency.

Why is a gay teacher any more likely
to make indecent advances to a student

of the same sex than a straight
teacher is to make advances

to a student of
the opposite sex?

Well, that's what
I was gonna ask you.

What is it about you people?
Are we here to debate,

or pander to the grossest
stereotypes about gay people?

Stereotypes? How many lovers do
you have in a year, Mr. Durban?

In a week? In two hours...
Crossley told you he liked Durban?

Bars?
I resent that...

You resent? I resent you...

Okay. Well,
let's check his alibi.

My children.
...my son

to grow up in a city where
people are not taught to hate...

I was a cop's wife for 20 years.
I know the drill.

So can you tell us where your husband was
the night Councilman Durban was shot?

He was supposed to speak at a
fundraising dinner on Fulton Street.

But he got tired, so he came home early.
About 10:00.

You mean he passed up
a chance to make a speech?

If Kevin accepted all his speaking
invitations, he'd never be home.

He's very strong
for the family.

I believe he mentioned that in one
of his debates with Mr. Durban.

Those weren't debates.
That was a nightclub act.

Yeah, the one we saw
looked like a pier-six brawl.

You gentlemen don't know a dog
and pony show when you see one?

You're saying it was all faked?

No, they disagreed,

but they were friends.

They helped each other score points with
their constituents. It's done a lot.

I wouldn't exactly say friends.
More like each other's evil twin.

But the brawls were an act.

We called it
the "Fag and Redneck Review."

Sounds like you didn't approve.

I was Richard's
campaign manager.

Half of me felt
it undermined our legitimacy.

And how'd the other half feel?

Excited.

When Richard got a hearing for health
benefits for same-sex partners

at the Knights of Columbus.

So Crossley was his ticket
to a wider audience?

Until Richard got tired of the shtick. He
called it quits a couple of weeks ago.

Did Crossley get tired of it,
too?

Crossley had trouble separating
show biz from reality.

He thought he and Richard
were pals.

He asked Richard last week to
do a debate in Staten Island.

Richard had to say no
three times and spell it.

You got to love these guys.

They pretend to be friends so
they can pretend to be enemies.

Yeah, and you wonder why they
can't get the potholes filled.

Now, Crossley's
a Brooklyn politico, right?

Yeah. A Coney Island baby.

So why does he want Durban to
take their act to Staten Island?

And he's up for re-election next year
and he passes up a major fundraiser

the night Durban gets killed?

All right, either he needs a new
campaign manager or we need a new map.

Crossley. He rode in on last
year's conservative revolution

and he was riding right back out again
because the census bureau can't count.

Can't count what?

Underprivileged,
minorities, immigrants.

The city sued
to get them counted and won.

Gets more federal funds, but it has to
redraw the lines for City Council districts.

Oh, so Crossley's district
was getting erased?

It's not official, but yeah.
Thanks to the late Mr. Durban.

He wasn't in charge
of redistricting, was he?

No, a commission was. But it has
members who are close to people

who wanted a favor from people Durban
helped out on a zoning matter.

So the fix was in.
Durban was... You know.

But he had a strong political will.
He knew how to get what he wanted.

Did Crossley know
what Durban did to him?

I knew it. He knew it.
My secretary knew it.

My respect for Durban
is growing by the hour.

Yeah, he's so smart he's dead.

If Crossley knew how smart
Durban had been...

Hello. Yeah.
Put me through to Ballistics.

It's Logan. You beeped me?

Go.

Where? All right, thanks.

They raised the serial number
on the murder weapon.

It was stolen from a gun shop
in Brooklyn in 1985.

Great. That means it could've been
through more hands by now than...

Where in Brooklyn?
Canarsie.

Crossley's old precinct.

We talked to your partner, Crossley.
You busted that burglar.

Yeah. When I was a cop, just like you guys.
We are on the same side here.

Well, the problem is, the burglar had 16
guns in his car when you stopped him,

and you only turned in
15 guns to the evidence room.

16, 15...
So somebody miscounted.

Or you helped yourself
to a drop piece.

You check my service record. 20 years on
the force, and I always went by the book.

You show us where in the book it says
you can lie to a police officer.

Or maybe it just slipped your mind to
tell us you were at Durban's place

half an hour
before he got shot.

I didn't think it was relevant,

since I was home
when he was killed.

Well, what did you want to see
him about that was so pressing?

We were supposed to debate each other
in Staten Island. Durban begged off.

I thought he owed me
an explanation.

Our witness said
you looked pretty upset.

I was upset.
Because he wasn't there.

No, you were upset because Durban wiped
your Council district off the map.

It's politics. In his shoes, I
would have done the same thing.

And we think you did,
but with a bullet.

I might have disagreed
with Durban,

but don't confuse me with
some gay-bashing skinhead.

Why, because you wear a suit?

Now, I did not kill Richard Durban. You guys
got the brass and the media on your backs.

Don't try to make it
my problem.

Now, I've answered your
questions, and I have work to do.

Councilman Crossley.

Motive, access to
the murder weapon,

and everyone who knows him says
he sometimes wore a green coat.

We searched his house, his office, we can't find it.
And he won't produce it.

The one in the trash can fits him and
hairs on it are consistent with his hair.

Consistent with his...

They match his hair color, thickness
and cross-sectional shape.

That's the best
forensics can do.

But his wife gives him
an alibi.

She loves her husband.
And she hates perverts.

It's gonna tear the city apart.

(ADAM SIGHING)

So?

So I'll call Crossley's lawyer and
arrange to have him turn himself in.

You really think you can
convince a jury? Yes.

It's a show. The establishment politicians
don't care about convicting me.

They just need to show they're
politically correct by indicting me.

Mr. Crossley, you are not on trial
because you didn't buy the black Barbie.

You're on trial for murder.

Yeah? Well, let me tell you something.
If Richard Durban had been heterosexual,

you never would've
trumped up this travesty.

If he had been heterosexual,
he wouldn't even be dead.

What's that supposed to mean?

His choice of friends.
His lifestyle...

Are not on trial.
Come on.

So you were one of the founders of the
New York Gay Conservative Caucus?

It's not an oxymoron, Ms. Kincaid.
You don't have to be heterosexual

to think the welfare state destroys
individual responsibility.

So you supported
both Durban and Crossley?

Durban on gay rights,
Crossley on everything else.

Okay. And you passed back and
forth between the camps?

It's not like I was a spy.
They both were expecting me.

And you were aware of the strings Durban
pulled on the districting commission?

Yes.
Okay. Did you tell Crossley?

Do you really believe
Kevin Crossley's a murderer?

The jury's going to decide that. You'll
have to tell them what you know.

These are very difficult times for us.
The gays or the conservatives?

The gay conservatives.

WILEY: My constituency was
happy the way things were.

I told Councilman Durban
I thought he'd made a mistake,

that he should do what he could to see
that Councilman Crossley kept his seat.

And what did Mr. Durban say?

That I'd have to find some
other Neanderthal to support.

And what did you do, Mr. Wiley, after you
had your conversation with Mr. Durban?

I called Councilman Crossley.
I told him what happened.

How did he react?
He was stunned.

He said he would talk
to Mr. Durban himself.

To your knowledge, did that
conversation ever take place?

Yes, it did.

And did you speak to Mr. Crossley
about it afterwards?

Yes. He told me I wouldn't have to
explain him to my friends anymore.

He'd be leaving the Council.
Did he seem upset about that?

No.

He made a joke.
Thank you, Mr. Wiley.

Sir, what was the joke?

He said he was thinking
of moving to Manhattan,

becoming a fairy,
and running against Durban.

GIBB: I met Richard
professionally.

In the course of
your duties as a prostitute.

Hey, I'm not proud of that. Richard
helped me get out of the life.

He was a wonderful man.
Everybody misses him.

Before the murder, were you
acquainted with Councilman Crossley?

Not professionally.

Yeah,
I'd seen him with Richard.

So you have no doubt that it was
Councilman Crossley that you saw

half an hour before
Richard Durban was murdered?

Plain as day. Banging on the door.
He looked very upset.

But you didn't open the door?

Didn't think he wanted to talk to me.
I knew I didn't want to talk to him.

Thank you.

How many times have you
been arrested, Mr. Gibb?

Five, six. Not counting
the day after the murder,

when the police found you with several
thousand dollars' worth of property

belonging to Mr. Durban?
Richard gave me those things.

After he was dead?

Well, he wasn't gonna
need them after he was dead.

The day of the murder, hadn't Mr. Durban
just thrown you out of his apartment

because of your pimping
and whoring? No.

The police
found you in a hotel.

My relationship with Richard
was in transition.

Too bad for you.

Durban paid your rent,
Durban bought your groceries.

Didn't he even fix
your parking tickets?

That meter was broken.

Mr. Gibb, didn't you have good
reason to murder Richard Durban?

No, I loved him.

He loved me.

Yeah. Very touching.
A hustler in love.

We don't get to choose
who our witnesses are.

Gibb is the one who happens
to have seen Crossley.

Yeah, well, Powell made him
look like the murderer.

Here you are, Mr. Schiff. Yeah,
but Gibb's hair doesn't match

the hair on the coat.
Powell will argue...

Thank you... that the
hair got on the coat

when it was put in the trash can.
But Durban was shot at 10:00,

and Gibb was with
Leo Barnett at 10:00.

Barnett. Family man.

Are you going to tell the
world about his secret life?

No. I don't have to ask Barnett
what he was doing with Gibb,

I just have to ask him
when he was doing it.

Powell might bring it up.

JACK: Let him.

Just because Barnett is a closet homosexual
doesn't mean that he can't tell time.

It was about 9:30
when I heard the doorbell.

And what time
did you leave the apartment?

A few minutes after 10:00.

Was Mr. Gibb there
when you left?

Yes.

And was Mr. Gibb there
the whole time you were there?

Yes.

Mr. Barnett, didn't you tell the police you
might have left Mr. Gibb alone before 10:00?

I don't think so.

I have Detective Logan's report on his
interview with you in your apartment.

You said you didn't know
what time you left.

I do know when I left.
It was after 10:00.

I see. Now, you'd been to Mr. Durban's
apartment before, is that correct?

Yes. He was chairman of the committee
that oversees my department.

I would meet with him
a couple of times a month.

Mr. Barnett,
do you drive a blue Chrysler?

Yes.

And when you visited Mr. Durban
on Wednesday nights,

you parked it on 12th Avenue,
near the piers,

more than a mile
from Mr. Durban's apartment?

No.

I'm sorry. I meant 7th Avenue. Is that
where you parked the night of the murder?

Yes.

Now, you were saying you don't remember
what time you left the apartment?

Objection. The witness has
already said he was very sure.

Sustained.

Just remind me then, please,
Mr. Barnett.

What time
did you leave that apartment?

I, uh...

I think it was around 10:00.

POWELL: You didn't check your watch
as you walked out the door, did you?

No. No, I didn't.

So it is possible

that you left Mr. Gibb
before 10:00?

Yes. I suppose it is.

So you don't know
where Mr. Gibb was

when Mr. Durban
was murdered, do you?

No, I don't.

Powell!

I'm sorry about your witness, Jack. If
I were you, I'd have the police take

another look at Gibb
after my client is acquitted.

That was way beyond sleazy.

You really shouldn't take
these setbacks so personally.

You as good as told Barnett you had
evidence that he cruised gay prostitutes.

You even told him
the time and the place.

I just asked
a few simple questions.

The man is terrified
of being exposed.

He gave you the answers
you wanted to hear.

You committed blackmail
in front of 200 witnesses.

Blackmail?
You gonna arrest me?

We can undo the damage by
nailing Barnett on redirect.

Make him explain
what Powell did to him.

The jury already heard Barnett change his story once.
If we make him change it again,

they won't believe
anything he says.

So we let him shoot us
in the foot and walk away?

Briscoe and Logan interviewed
Barnett at his office.

A few hours later,
they interviewed him at home.

Do you think that they went back
just because they forgot to ask him

what his mother's
maiden name was?

The cops blackmailed him first.

We'll let one of them explain why
Barnett's story is so flexible.

Okay, we went
to Barnett's apartment,

and we might have threatened
to raise our voices. So what?

With his wife in the next room.

Was she?
Geez, I didn't see her there.

His wife who doesn't know about his
hobby of picking up young men?

Hey, we got
the guy's attention.

He'd been having a little
trouble focusing up till then.

So you coerced his cooperation.

No, we conducted an effective
witness interview.

At that point, you suspected Gibb. You
were hoping Barnett would incriminate him.

He got the message and gave
you what you wanted to hear.

Maybe. But then we moved on to Crossley
and got you your actual killer.

Who may be acquitted because the
defense is using the statements

you coerced from Barnett.

What do you want us to do,
slap each other on the wrist?

No. I want you
to tell the jury what you did.

At the time of our second
interview with Mr. Barnett,

our prime suspect
was Mr. Gibb.

And you were trying hard
to break Mr. Gibb's alibi.

That's correct. Detective Briscoe
and I suggested to Mr. Barnett

that we might tell his wife he
was patronizing gay prostitutes

if he wasn't
completely forthcoming.

And it was only then
that he said he was

uncertain about what time
he left the apartment.

Yes. Basically, he would have
said anything to make us go away.

But until you used
excessive pressure,

he'd been clear that he'd been
with Mr. Gibb until 10:15?

That's correct.
Thank you.

Isn't it possible that Mr. Barnett
was telling you the truth

in his second interview?

He would have told us Gibb was a hit
man from Mars if we wanted him to.

I see. Are you familiar with
Section 135.60 of the Penal Law?

I don't have
that one memorized.

Then you can just read
the highlighted section.

"A person is guilty of coercion in the
second degree when he compels or induces"

"a person to engage in conduct"

"by instilling in him a fear
that he will expose a secret."

It's your testimony that that's
what you did to Mr. Barnett?

Yes. Have you been
charged with coercion?

No.
How nice.

You must have a friend in the
District Attorney's office.

Objection.
Sustained.

Make it a question,
Mr. Powell, if you have one.

I'll withdraw it.
Detective Logan,

you said Mr. Gibb was at one time
your primary suspect in this case.

Why was that?

Because he disappeared
from the victim's apartment.

Didn't you also suspect him
because he was a pimp

and a prostitute involved in a
homosexual affair with the victim?

Actually, we didn't know
if that would be relevant.

Really? Wasn't your suspicion of
Mr. Gibb based in part on your knowledge

that many gay lovers'
quarrels turn violent?

I wouldn't know about that.

You've investigated murders resulting
from gay lovers' quarrels, haven't you?

Yes. Tell me, are you
familiar with an expression

some police officers use to describe
a murder in a gay neighborhood

even before they know the
circumstances of the crime?

I'm not sure what you're referring to.
I think you do, Detective.

Do I have to bring in witnesses
who've heard you say it?

Can I avoid that embarrassment?

They call it homo-cide.

"Gays are unstable.
Gays are violent."

"They're so
emotionally fragile,"

"they just go off
their pretty little heads."

Powell's giving the jury a short
course in negative gay stereotypes.

It's 1995.
I hope they'll know better.

Read the newspaper.

Two Americans in five think
homosexuality is a sin.

Don't worry about two out of
five, worry about one out of 12.

CROSSLEY: I was at home
with my wife. All night.

Regarding People's 18, sir,

did you acquire this gun
from a burglar in 1985?

I've never seen
this gun before.

Did you blame Richard Durban for
taking away your Council seat?

No, of course not. I was planning
on quitting politics anyway.

I mean, in New York City it's too late for politics.
My wife and I are moving upstate.

When did you last
speak to Richard Durban?

The day before he was shot.
He came by my office. He...

I might not have approved of Richard's
lifestyle, but we were friends.

He had some problems
he wanted to talk about.

What kind of problems? JACK: Objection.
That would be hearsay.

LESSING:
So it would, Mr. Powell.

As a result of your conversation
with Mr. Durban, what did you do?

I gave Mr. Durban some advice
about personal security.

Personal security? Yes. He
was afraid of his boyfriend.

Objection. Move to strike.
Granted.

The jury will disregard
the witness's last remark.

Mr. Crossley,
did you shoot Richard Durban?

No. No, I did not.

If you were planning
on quitting politics,

why did you want to debate
Richard Durban on Staten Island?

We had a commitment.
A commitment you made because

you were thinking of moving to Staten
Island and running for City Council there.

Isn't that right? I told
you, I'm quitting politics.

I'm sure you are now,
but then you wanted to stay in

and you needed
Richard Durban to help you.

No.

So you just wanted to debate
Richard Durban for your health.

I thought it would be
a public service.

To give potential voters
an opportunity

to hear you speak.
Not me.

But I thought they should see
someone like Richard Durban.

An intelligent,
successful politician

who had just succeeded in running
you out of city government.

I thought they should see someone who
acted contrary to nature and to God.

Come on, Mr. Crossley,

you couldn't have found his sexual
orientation that upsetting.

You just said you were friends.

Well, only as long as I could stop
myself from thinking about what he did.

Where he did it. Sex in those
bars, sex in the streets.

Mr. Crossley... Sex with that
sleazy hustler he picked up...

Will Your Honor instruct the witness
to confine his responses...

I'm surprised he lived as long as he did.
You bastard!

You killed him, and now you smear him!
LESSING: Order!

Order in the court. See?
Associating with people like that.

The officer
will remove that man.

You gay-baiting pig!
You killed Richard!

Order in the court!
We're queer and we're here!

We're queer and we're here!
Sit down or I'll cite you.

CROSSLEY: You see what we have to deal with?
You see what they're like?

Mr. Crossley, that's enough.

That's why
I'm leaving this town.

That's why. Right there.
Order in the court!

Right there. Right there.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Scum.

After the murder of a prominent
public figure like Richard Durban,

there is a desire to blame.

Mr. Durban's followers
want to blame Kevin Crossley

because they think he fits
their idea of a villain.

But the evidence against
Councilman Crossley does not fit.

There are no witnesses.

No bloodstains.

No fingerprints.

Just a hair
and an old raincoat that

could have belonged to anybody

and a gun Councilman Crossley
never saw,

plus the testimony of a
professional criminal and deviant.

I hope,
Councilman Crossley hopes,

that the killer of Richard Durban
is found and brought to justice.

And as soon as you acquit Councilman
Crossley the police can begin to look

for that killer in the right places.
Thank you.

When you were sworn in,

you promised to put aside prejudice
in the search for the truth.

The defense took no such vow and so
they have regaled you with tales

of the homosexual lifestyle which have
nothing to do with the case at hand.

Richard Durban was killed

because he had Kevin Crossley
thrown off the City Council

and he refused to
help him get back on again.

Crossley was hurt
and he was angry.

He had a green raincoat
and he had a gun

which disappeared from police custody
while it was in his possession.

He went looking for Richard
Durban and he quarreled with him

and then he shot him down
in the street.

Richard Durban wasn't murdered
because he was gay.

He was murdered because
Kevin Crossley was angry.

Mr. Foreman, do you see any possibility
that you can reach a verdict

given additional time?

We have tried, Your Honor.
We are hopelessly deadlocked.

Very well.
You are dismissed with thanks.

Mr. McCoy, Mr. Powell, we'll meet
in my chambers tomorrow at 10:00

to discuss a new date,
if the People wish to proceed.

The defendant's bail
is continued.

If we wish to proceed?

We try him again,
they'll gay-bash again.

Is there a sucker
on every jury?

It's hard to say.
They don't wear a sign.

So my mea culpa was for nothing.
I'm sorry.

Well, at least you didn't
arrest me for coercion.

It's just a Class-A
misdemeanor.

MAN: Pig! Pig!
Pervert!

(CROWD YELLING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Pig! Pervert!

We're on the same side,
if you don't know it.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

MAN: Bastard!

CLAIRE: Logan doesn't deserve
this. I mean, you were there.

I wanted to punch
Crossley myself.

But you didn't.

And the federal prosecutor in Oklahoma
isn't going to punch anybody, either.

It's called the rule of law.

Otherwise, what's the point?

So what do you think
will happen to him?

He'll be walking a beat in Staten
Island for two-and-a-half to five.

He'll be fine.