All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S10E06 - Marathon (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-6.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.

This guy was camped out here,
wouldn't me park.

I'm reserving this space
for a friend.

This Neanderthal
tried to run me over.

This isn't the Four Seasons. You
can't reserve a space, sir.

I should have run over
this little twerp.

All right. Take it easy.
Bring it on.

Hey, settle down!
Settle down!

(sun FIRING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

27-10 to Central.
Shots fired. Female down.

104 and Manhattan. Send an ambulance.
Send it fast.

How long ago?
Twenty minutes.

ED: Close range, Lennie. Lady's
got a wedding ring and a purse.

Leather's torn near the strap. BRISCOE:
She played tug of war with the shooter.

He missed out. Couple hundred
bucks in fresh twenties.

That's worth dying for.

Eva Harrison. Let's try
to find her husband.

Got two witnesses. Shooter was a
Hispanic kid on a silver mountain bike.

Every unit in the sector's
looking for him.

Daytime stick-up. Haven't
seen one of those in a while.

Yeah. A real
blast from the past.

He rode by me
before the shooting.

It was a silver Cobra, the 812 model.
It just came out this year.

And then what happened?

I just heard shots and turned around.
Which way did he go?

He burned a right
on 105th.

That's a fast bike. Titanium
frame, XTR derailleurs.

Yeah, what about the guy?

I don't know, light-skinned.
Spanish, I think.

What about his clothes?

I don't know.
Something dark.

But his bike had
the flake paint job.

Again the bike?

Hey, look, the guy rode by
me on an $800 mountain bike.

I didn't know he was
gonna kill somebody.

Thanks.

I heard the gun go off and
I saw the guy riding away.

Which direction?
Umm...

Left on 105th Another
witness said right.

Well, I didn't want
to look at him too close.

Did you see what
color hair he had?

I couldn't tell.

I'm pretty sure
he was wearing a hat.

Pretty sure?

Well, you want me
to be accurate, right?

We'd like one answer
with no maybes.

I saw him from the back.

Why don't you talk to the blonde couple.
They were a lot closer.

Where's this
blonde couple now?

WOMAN: We hear the shots, we run.
We don't know where he goes.

He had a... What is the word?
Beard?

BRISCOE: You mean mustache?
No, Heinrich,

he had a empty face,
he had nothing.

How can you say this?
Did he have a hat?

Yes.
No.

He had a black hat.
That was his hair.

All right.
What was he wearing?

A blue shirt.
No, his shirt was black.

His hair was black
His shirt was blue.

No wonder
they needed a wall.

Detective,
we located the husband.

BRISCOE: Nobody got
a real good look.

Then how are you
going to find him?

That's why we wanted
to talk to you.

Do you remember if your wife's pocket-book
was torn before this happened?

I never paid much attention
to her pocket-books, why?

It looks like it might
have been a purse-snatching.

PETER: Eva never carried
around much money.

ED: We found
$250 in her purse.

You did?

You live on 68th Street.

Now, what would she be doing way
up at Manhattan Avenue and 104th?

Nothing that would
get her killed.

She taught art at the
Morningside Community Center.

She ever talk about
her students?

Yes. They liked art.

She was murdered
in broad daylight

with a cop right there, and you
don't have any idea who did this?

Not at the moment.

We'll get the guy.

I hope so.
I have to call my family.

Standard procedure. His wife's
dead, he's taking it out on us.

The Borough Commander wants to know how
15 units in hot pursuit missed this guy.

Maybe he should be calling
Patrol, not Detective Squad.

Maybe the Detective Squad should
be getting him off my back.

NURSE:
These are Eva's students.

Stone killers,
all of them.

What time was
her class over?

It was supposed to be at 11:00,
but she stayed till 12:00.

Her students love her I don't
know how I'm gonna tell them.

Any idea where she
went when she left?

The ATM at the bank
on Manhattan Avenue.

She was leaving money for me for
supplies, out of her own pocket.

She was supposed to
come right back.

BRISCOE: Thanks.

She got followed
from the bank.

The bank's only two blocks
from the Douglas projects.

Somebody had to notice
a kid on an $800 bike.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Hey. What y'all playing? Yo,
Mister Rogers Gimme the ball.

We're looking for a mountain bike.
A shiny silver one.

Tough crowd.

Yo, mister.
I seen that bike.

Where?

I tell you for $20.

Sweetheart, it's been a long day.
Who's got the bike?

I forget.

But it's coming back
to you now, right?

Danny Ruiz.
ED: Where's he live?

I don't know.

GIRL: East tower.

One more Ruiz.

1-C. Yeah, that's
Ruiz number five.

It'd be a lot easier if you
had everybody's full name.

We can't keep track.
They multiply like roaches.

Gimme the list.
Meet us outside.

(MAN CHATTERING)

Security!
MAN: Yeah, hold on.

You're not security. Sure we are.
You Danny Ruiz?

Ruiz, yeah.

Do you have a silver
mountain bike? No.

You sure?
I swear, all right?

But you can leave now.

Who lives in this apartment?
My uncle's on the lease.

He's a close personal friend
of Johnnie Cochran.

So I'll ask you
one more time, politely...

Keep your boxers on. The guy we're
looking for is a light-skinned Hispanic.

Just show us some ID, so we know
you are who you say you are.

Yeah, all right.

Silver Cobra,
with the fancy derailleurs.

Where'd you get it?
RUIZ: I bought it.

ED: So you have a receipt.

Look, I found it this afternoon.
Someone left it behind the building.

BRISCOE: Who?
I didn't see him. I swear.

Yeah. Just like you swore
you didn't have a bike?

Get dressed.

Shooter had 20 cops after him,
might be a smart move to ditch it.

Yeah. and blend in
with the rest of the roaches.

Ed gave the bike to Latent. Ruiz is
sticking with "finders keepers."

Well, you check
the video at the bank ATM?

We saw the victim,
but nobody matching the perp.

And we did get a .25 slug from the
M.E., if we can find the gun.

So, all you have is a bike that might
have been ridden by the shooter?

This case is harder
than it looked.

Well, maybe
you better look harder.

Print matches
from the bike.

Got hits for a Bobby Sabo.

Busted 12 times, two convictions
for purse-snatching.

Last-known, 32 West 128th.

Pick him up. I'll handle
the search warrant.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

All right, Sabo's apartment's
right down the hall.

Now, the lease is in his grandmother's
name, so he may have company.

We know he's there, radio car
spotted him 20 minutes ago

coming in from
the basketball court.

Right All right. You
cover the back.

LaMotte, you take the front.
You got it.

BRISCOE: Let's get him.

(KNOCKING)

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

(WOMAN REPLYING IN SPANISH)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Police! Stop!

We had him!
Guy's too fast.

Should've had somebody cover
the roof, Lennie. My fault.

Don't worry about it.

Right.

And how do I know
where my grandson went?

Hey! You need a warrant to look
around here, you know that!

It's on the way.
What's this?

That's my personal mail.
It was forwarded here?

You used to live the Jefferson houses?
What do you care?

I worked gang intel. 9-B.

You got evicted
for gang activity.

Yeah.

You have another grandson
named Victor, right?

Victor is a good boy.

ED: Yeah. when he's not
running with Los Gordos.

Is Bobby in the gang, too?

This is Section 8 housing.
You want to get evicted again?

I want you, both of you,
out of here.

Search warrant.

Now they're gonna
wreck my place.

I thought you had this guy.
Yeah. We did.

How'd he get away?
He ran.

ED: We got a lead
on his whereabouts.

Bobby's cousin
ran with Los Gordos.

LaMotte can toss the place and
keep an eye on on the building.

I hope this lead pans out.

Hey, fellas.
How's business?

We ain't got no business with you.
Don't be so sure.

Where's Victor Sabo?

Yo, let's break out.
Nice talkin'.

Hey! You ever
hear of jaywalking?

You gonna write me
a ticket?

For you and your friends. It means we
have to check for outstanding warrants.

Come on, man. All right? ED: Or
you can tell us about Victor.

He ain't here, all right. He
got beeped a little while ago.

How many warrants do you think
we'll find on these misdemeanants?

Said he was going to his abuela's
house to pick something up.

Back to Grandma's.
Let's call LaMotte.

I think the guy you're looking
for went in 15 minutes ago.

Was he wearing black and silver?
Yeah.

Double-parked a late-model blue Taurus,
came right out with a black gym bag.

I got the tag number
on the car.

Call the station,
have 'em run it.

Yeah, that's my Taurus.

My boyfriend Victor borrowed it.
ls something wrong?

Where was he going?

To get flowers for his grandma.
And when's he coming back?

He's supposed to get back here
so I can drive to my job.

BRISCOE: Where's that?

Roosevelt Mall.

Victor say anything
about his cousin Bobby?

Look, he borrowed my car,
that's all.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Victor took her car
and a hundred bucks.

Star 69.

He could have asked first.

What do you want, a quarter?
Where am I calling, please?

No, this isn't a joke.
This is police business.

Thank you.

Phone booth outside a Port
Authority bus terminal.

MAN: (ON PA)
Now boarding platform 24.

Philadelphia local,
stopping at Newark...

Hands on the wall, Bobby!

Okay, let me finish.
Now!

Just a second.
Let me see your hands!

Relax, man.
I said show me your hands!

Oh, is that what you wanna
see, you old maricón?

Zip it up, Sabo.

You're under arrest.
Ah, you're lucky he showed up.

You're lucky
I didn't shoot it off.

You're a tough guy, right? Is
that your boyfriend? Shut up!

No weapon.

ED: We got your bike, Bobby.
Your prints are all over it.

Witnesses are on the way.

You know, once we write this up as
murder one, there's no turning back.

You think I'm scared?
ED: You should be.

She wouldn't give it up,
would she, Bobby?

Pissed you off, huh? This
white lady fighting back?

What'd I shoot her with,
my finger?

Know what? You got kind
of an old man smell.

You know, Lennie, I think he
was just trying to scare her.

Is that right, Bobby?

You let him watch your back? Man, I
went by him like he was my grandma.

Get the line-up ready, Ed. Let's
see him get by the eyewitnesses.

I'm not sure.
BRISCOE: Take your time.

Uh-uh. No do-overs.
She already whiffed.

I'm sorry. I told you this would be a
waste of time. Thanks, Ms. Palmer.

Makes you 0-for-2.

What about
the German couple?

Back home in Stuttgart.

Well, then my client's
going home, too.

Can't we hold him on something?
Resisting arrest?

Or flashing?

I'm not bringing this to the D.A.
What's plan B?

Maybe we rattle
the cousin's cage.

See what shakes loose.
VAN BUREN: That's it?

Hey, don't worry. We got
enough to turn this guy.

Victor Sabo?

Leave us alone already. I just want
to talk to your boyfriend here.

Yeah? What for?
Come on, let's take a walk.

Look, man, Bobby told me
he was the clear, all right?

And you believed him? You're
an accessory to murder.

Oh, whoa. Wait, you can't keep
him so you're coming after me?

You picked up his bag. You gave
him a ride to the bus station.

Look, man, he said he needed some clothes.
I don't know nothing about no murder.

What'd he do with his gun?
I don't know about no gun.

You do know where you picked him up.
Before you got his bag.

You know what, I ain't sayin' nothing,
so you might as well arrest me.

Look, man, I can respect
that he's your cousin,

but if you want to worry about your
family worry about your grandmother.

What's she
got to do with this?

You want her to lose her apartment
because you're acting stupid?

It's no big deal. You're not
gonna be able to help her.

We're gonna charge you.

Man, I didn't do nothin'.

We gave you a shot, Victor.
This accessory deal's legit.

All right.

Look, he was staying with some
guy named Diego in the Bronx.

They were together in Rikers.

Yeah. I was on the rock
with Bobby for eight months.

I'm trying to
get away from that.

Then why did you let
Bobby stay here?

It's hard to say no. Me and him,
you know, we been through a lot.

He tell you he was
running from a murder rap?

I figured it was something serious.
He had a gun.

I didn't know.

You want to think about
that some more?

BRISCOE: What do you think your
parole officer is going to say

when we tell him you opened a
rooming house for armed fugitives?

All right. Yeah.

He had a burner. I made
him take it out of here.

He didn't have it with him
at the Port Authority.

Well, I told him he was
stupid to be carrying it.

Maybe he ditched it between
here and the bus station.

The Taurus.

Hey, don't put your shoes on my seat.
Back seat's clean.

You satisfied now?

You like Pizza Land?
What do you care?

Well, maybe you want
to eat what's in bag.

.25.

That stupid Bobby,
I'm gonna kill him.

Be our guest.

(PLAYERS CHATTERING)

Nowhere to go, Bobby. Man, I
beat this stinkin' case already.

Hey, you try to go over that fence,
I'm gonna have to stop you with this.

See, fellas, all these cops
wanna do is take me out.

ED: All right, let's go! What you lookin' at?
Get on the fence!

OFFICER: Put your hands up on the fence.
Let's go! Now!

Toss 'em for weapons If
they're clean, send 'em home.

Don't move!

We all set, Lennie?

Yeah, we're all set.
Our boy here just confessed.

If you keep harassing my client like
this, we'll get a restraining order.

Save it, Counselor.
We found his .25.

Now, that ain't mine.
Take it easy, Bobby.

It doesn't matter whose gun it is.
Your client confessed.

Confessed to what?
To murder and robbery.

I don't know
what he's talking about.

I'm talking about what you
said on the basketball court.

About giving the lady
what she deserved.

I didn't say nothin' about no lady.
Look he's tryin' to frame me.

Now why would he do that?

'Cause I burned their asses
two times already.

Yeah. Now we got yours
nailed to the wall.

Yeah, right.

Yo, you got a dirty cop
in your house.

You said it,
you son of a bitch!

Gonna put a beat-down
on me now?

Any witnesses to this
so-called confession?

I'm gonna finish
writing my report.

You just gonna stand there
and let this cracker frame me?

Shut up.

Did you hear this confession?
No.

Hmm.

You want to look over this
DD-5 before I file it? Sure.

Lucky he 'fessed up.

Yep, lucky.

How'd you get it
out of him so quick?

What's that mean?

I'm just saying,
it's pretty amazing.

You're alone with the guy for
10 seconds and he gives it up.

You don't believe
it happened?

Hey, I'm just asking how.

I've been doing this
for 25 years.

I think I've earned the right
not to be second-guessed.

We are charging Sabo
with the murder?

Let's see what ballistics
says about his gun.

(sun FIRES)

All right. You got a Raven Arms MP-25.
Recently fired.

Four rounds in the clip.

Now then, Ravens

have got five lands and
grooves, with a right twist.

Same as the slug
from your victim.

All right.

You got a live perp on this? Yeah. Now
all we need is a little evidence.

Take a look.

The striations on the slugs
don't match.

Mmm-hmm.

That's not your
murder weapon, guys.

At least you got him
on gun possession.

(SIGHS)

VAN BUREN:
Sabo's the shooter.

So why'd the judge
let him walk?

Talk to the judge.

I don't have to.

You only charged him
with possession.

The gun didn't match.

Your problem isn't with
the gun or with the judge.

You just can't
put together a case.

It's taking time.

Time for what?

This woman was gunned down on a
busy street, for God's sakes.

Where are the eyewitnesses?

We found two.
They couldn't make ID's.

We still have
the guy's confession.

You have a confession?

Well, do you or don't you?

The guy said he did it.

What's the problem?

Nobody heard it
except Detective Briscoe.

So? You don't believe him?

VAN BUREN:
We need corroboration.

We have other leads...

I wanna to see
your write-up.

I'll make sure you
get the write-up.

You know anything
about this confession?

VAN BUREN:
Will you excuse us?

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Forget corroboration.
Just make the arrest.

It won't stick.

Let the D.A. worry about that.
They can take the heat.

I won't work
a case that way.

I don't see you
working this case at all.

Your own detectives
are lying to you.

Detective Briscoe said
the suspect confessed,

then that's the way
it happened.

Sabo is the guy.

You better be right.

Especially about Briscoe.

Thanks for all your
wonderful support in there.

I don't want to
hear it, Lennie.

Do we have other leads?

Well, to tell you the truth...
You know what?

Why don't we
shake this up a little bit?

Lennie, you can work
the phones with Sanders

and you and LaMotte can look
for the murder weapon.

Hey, nothing against LaMotte,

but Lennie and me
is not the problem.

You sure?

Because I'm not
doing that again.

Don't do me any favors.

I'm not.

LaMotte's working a ten by six. I
don't need a double shift tonight.

Yeah, nobody's calling you
a liar.

I never called you
a liar.

The hell you didn't. What was all
that back in the squad room?

You got it wrong, Lennie.
I'm not the enemy here.

Yeah?

I don't know what you are.

Joey.

What time you going?

Sounds good.

Pick me up at
the usual spot.

I'm out of here.

Can't say I'm surprised.

What, you got something
better to do?

Bobby's gun was found
in a Pizza Land bag.

Yeah?

Well, there's 12 Pizza Lands
in Manhattan

open till midnight.

(SLAMMING)

This pizza better taste right.

BRISCOE:
His name's Bobby Sabo.

Maybe he's been
in here recently?

This is the guy.

What guy?

The guy doing business
in our bathroom.

Why don't you tell us
what you're talking about?

Monday night.

I go in there to wash my hands,
you know, like the sign says,

and, uh, I see this guy
in there with Roger.

BRISCOE:
Yeah, what were they doing?

Looked like they were making
some kind of deal or something.

I seen him give Roger
a bunch of money.

Which one of these guys
is Roger?

Over there by the oven.

ED: Your boss witnessed
a felony, Roger.

What are you
talking about?

The gun you sold
Bobby Sabo?

I'm gonna get fired.

BRISCOE: I don't really care.

If you come clean with us, maybe
you're not gonna get arrested.

All right. So I know Bobby from the old neighborhood.
He comes by, flashing some green.

Says he wants to
buy a new piece.

What do you mean, "new"?

Well, I asked him where
he got all the money,

he said he sold his old .25
to some Dominican dude.

We need a name.

I don't know his name.

Don't play dumb with us, Roger.
We've been doing this all night.

I'm being straight
with you, okay?

All I know is I seen him at the
bodega up on 171 in the afternoons.

There's our guy.
Which one?

Red jacket. He's carrying
heavy on the right side.

Hold on, Lennie. We guess wrong, we spook
the guy that bought Bobby's piece.

It's not a guess.

Hey, you.
Step over here.

What's your name?

They call me Flaco.

Flaco what?

What's this about?

It's about the gun
in your pocket.

What, you got X-ray eyes
or something?

Yeah, that's right.
I got X-ray eyes.

Check his right pocket.

Whoa! You gotta be
kidding me, man!

I wish I was.

I... I didn't do nothing!

BRISCOE:
Oh, looks like a .25.

Damn.

Too bad, Flaco. You had to
run into Superman today.

So you got the hardware,

how about
letting me walk?

We sent the gun to ballistics. It was
used to kill a lady on Manhattan Avenue.

I don't shoot people.

We don't think
you're the shooter.

Maybe just an accessory.

Oh, so I go down for murder even
though I got nothing to do with it?

Our boss is kicking our asses here.
We'd put this on you in a second.

I'm figuring there's something
in it for me, Papa.

We're gonna
take care of you.

No, forget about that.

You give us the guy who sold you the
gun or we charge you with murder.

Oh, you're doing that good
cop, bad cop thing, right?

Oh, you don't wise up, it's
gonna be bad cop, bad cop.

I want a deal
on the gun possession.

You're gonna have to
testify against the seller.

Plus you do the 30 days
you owe on the fare-beat.

I'll do the 30 days.

But I ain't gonna testify.

Fine. Then you're being charged
with murder in the second degree.

ED: You're looking at the
difference between life in prison

and some kind of city time.

Puerto Rican guy.

Name is Bobby.

Check it out.
These boys never learn.

I'll do the honors.
What's up now?

Yo, they're too tight!

BRISCOE: Ah, too bad, Bobby.

Yeah. Bring it on, man. You're
just making my lawsuit fatter.

Keep talking, smart-ass.
We got your gun.

We're finally
on solid ground.

Sabo's been indicted.
We have his murder weapon.

Prints?

It was wiped clean, but we have a
witness who bought it from Sabo.

Mr. Ochoa has a few
misdemeanor convictions.

Our circumstantial evidence
bolsters his credibility.

This man couldn't get work
as a used car salesman.

Well, we made a deal with him
to testify against Sabo.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

What now?

Ochoa's moving to
suppress the gun.

You have a deal?

We did.

Wonderful.

Detective Briscoe served
three years in anti-crime.

He was trained to recognize
individuals who carry guns.

The detective played
a hunch.

The police can't pat down law-abiding
pedestrians on intuition.

This was more
than intuition.

The suspect was walking
in an unusual manner

which indicated
he had a handgun...

Or a cell phone,
or hemorrhoids.

Did your detective have
reason to think Mr. Ochoa

was engaged in
any criminal conduct?

It was possible Mr. Ochoa bought
the weapon from a murder suspect.

He was a possible
accessory to murder.

Possible, possible,
possible.

It turned out
the detective was right.

No. I don't buy it,
Ms. Carmichael.

The Fourth Amendment requires a
little more than just a funny walk.

This police tactic has been
accepted in other cases.

Not in my court.

I'm suppressing the gun,
dismissing the indictment.

And releasing Mr. Ochoa?

He owes 30 days
on a turnstile jump.

Nothing I can do about that.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

BRISCOE: You're still gonna
testify against Bobby.

Why would I wanna
do that?

Because he gunned down
a nice lady in cold blood.

What's he gonna do to me
if I drop a dime?

We can move you.

I ain't going to
no Staten Island, Papa.

Yo, I'm happy
with my life right now, yo.

Then we tell Bobby
you gave him up.

(SCOFFS) I don't testify,
I'm cool.

Then you leave
the D.A. no choice.

They're charging you
as an accessory to murder.

All I did was buy a gun.

Nothing to do
with no murder.

You want to bet
25 years it doesn't?

Ain't much of a bet, yo.

We had a deal.

Hey, my lawyer
beat the case!

Your lawyer's not here!
I'm talking to you!

Lennie!
Lennie, come on!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Damn. Your boy's wound up
too tight, yo.

Do the right thing
here, Flaco.

I do my 30 days,
I'm done.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

Next time you lay a hand on
me when I'm with a suspect...

I was afraid you were
gonna mess the guy up.

Oh! Oh, only you
can do that?

This guy was our last chance, Lennie.
He was gonna help us.

All the guy was giving us
was attitude.

Fine. Let's just keep
doing it your way.

We'll be chasing
this case till next year.

You want out
say the word.

Ochoa's gun case
was tossed.

He refuses to testify
against Sabo.

And now Sabo's lawyer

is moving to suppress
the confession.

Yeah, the one
Detective Briscoe heard.

The one only he heard.

He says Sabo copped to it, that
should be good enough for us.

Lennie Briscoe

has kicked the ball
out onto the fairway before.

BRISCOE: My partner and I arrived at
the playground to arrest Mr. Sabo.

We observed him playing basketball
along with several other individuals.

What did you do next?

I went to place handcuffs
on Mr. Sabo.

My partner and some
uniformed officers moved

his friends off to one side
to keep them from interfering.

JACK: How far away?

About 30 feet.

JACK: Then what
happened, Detective?

While I was cuffing Mr. Sabo,
he blurted out a statement.

What did he say?

He said, "I gave that white
bitch what she deserved."

JACK: He just said that
out of the blue?

He was responding to
a comment I made.

JACK: What was that?

I said, "You little bastard, I'm arresting
you for the murder of Eva Harrison."

You were the only one
to hear Mr. Sabo say this,

even though your partner
was 10 yards away?

There was a lot of
commotion at the time.

And 20 minutes after
you claimed he said this,

Mr. Sabo told your lieutenant that
you were trying to frame him?

BRISCOE: He said a lot
of things, most of it...

You can take with
a grain of salt.

Isn't it true

that you illegally seized evidence you
were planning to use against Mr. Sabo?

That's what a judge said.

And doesn't that demonstrate the
lengths that you would go to

to incriminate Mr. Sabo?

Mr. Sabo incriminated
himself.

The first time you tried to
arrest my client, he eluded you?

Right.

And there was a problem the second
time you tried to arrest him?

He exposed himself to me.

You don't like my client
very much, do you, Detective?

I don't usually get along
with murderers, no.

Mr. Sabo gave you
a lot of attitude.

Your client's a hump, but he said what he said.
I'm not making up evidence.

Would it be fair to say that you've
been accused of cutting corners before?

Accused? My personnel
file is clean.

This is a big case,
isn't it, Detective?

A lot of pressure
to bring in a suspect?

To bring in the killer.

Your superiors were all over you.
You were failing.

Isn't it true that the only reason my
client made this immaculate confession

is because you can't cut
legitimate police work anymore?

Objection.

JUDGE: Sustained.

No, I wanna answer that.

You can ask my superiors.

The quality of
my work is just fine.

This is not about me,
it's about him.

He said he did it.
He killed that lady.

First time I met this Detective
Briscoe, I knew he didn't like me.

Why did you think that?

Well, I know I shouldn't have
run away from the cops,

but that's what we have to do
where I live.

I think he has some kind of
grudge against me 'cause of that.

When Detective Briscoe apprehended
you, at the Port Authority,

did you expose
yourself to him?

All I was doing was
taking a leak.

He wouldn't even
let me finish.

He made me do it
all over my brand new AJ's.

And when he arrested you later
on the basketball court,

did you ever say,

"I gave that white bitch
what she deserved?"

No, ma'am. No way.

What did you say?

I said, "Don't hook
me up too tight,"

'cause I knew that's
what he was gonna do.

You've been arrested
how many times, Mr. Sabo?

You got the sheet.

Six, seven.

Maybe it was 12?

Yeah, all right.

You have eight misdemeanor convictions
and two felony convictions?

Something like that.

All of which were for
robbery or larceny?

If that's what it says.

And who should we believe
about this, Mr. Sabo,

you or Detective Briscoe?

Me.

The one who ran
from the police?

I explained that already.

Hid from the authorities
in a friend's apartment?

They're trying to frame me.

Tried to hop a bus
out of town?

Man, he's the one
who's lying.

Why would I say I did
something I didn't do?

It don't make sense.

It's normally not
my inclination

to value the word
of a convicted felon

over a police officer.
But here,

there's evidence of animus
by Detective Briscoe

that turns everything
on its head.

He has conducted
an illegal search,

he was indignant with the
defendant for eluding capture,

and he has a palpable
attitude of dislike

which I detected
from the witness stand.

The final straw
is this confession

is uncorroborated.

Therefore, I'm suppressing
the statement.

With the confession excluded, there's
no evidence against Mr. Sabo.

We have a bike similar to
the one used in the murder.

We have evidence
of flight.

It's a house of cards,
Judge.

She's right, Mr. McCoy.

I'll give you 24 hours.

If you can't marshal
any legitimate evidence here,

I'll dismiss the indictment.

I heard the news.

We get the gun, they toss it,
we get the confession...

We?

I've been saying "we"
to cover your ass.

Out of respect for you.

I don't need
that kind of respect.

Good, 'cause I've been walking on egg
shells ever since we caught this case.

It's about as long as
you've been pissing me off.

Pissing you off? Why?

Because I don't blend in
with the rest of the roaches?

Oh, is that what
this is about?

Because you know
that's not how I meant that!

No, no, no.
I will tell you what I know.

If it wasn't for your screw-ups, we'd
have nailed this guy a long time ago.

My screw-ups?

Your stuff's been getting thrown out
of court ever since you got here.

Well, maybe I take chances because
my partner can't get it up!

Well, maybe you just get off
on taking chances...

VAN BUREN: Briscoe!

In my office.

What's going on?

I'm done working
with Green.

The hell you are.

I don't need him second-guessing
everything I do.

Green's not your problem.

Then what is my problem?
You tell me.

That's what I'm
trying to figure out.

You think I'm too old
to cut it?

Whoa! Now where's
that coming from?

From the flavor of the month
out there.

You've been here six years. You
know I don't play favorites.

Well, six years should count for
something more than my pension.

Look, I'm behind you, Lennie.

But I believe this case
is messing with you.

This case pans out the same
whether I'm 25 or 75.

Right. I'm glad
you feel that way.

So pull yourself together
because it isn't over.

(DOOR OPENING)

Uh, can I have that
transcript I threw at you?

What you thinking?

Sabo testified in court that he took a
leak on a brand new pair of sneakers.

Yeah, his cousin brought him
clothes from their apartment.

So what happened to
his old felony flyers?

Yeah, Bobby left
a pair of shoes here.

He booked out quick.

What'd they look like?

Uh, running shoes.
Gray and black.

You still have them?

Size 10.

Too big for me.

I'm saving them
for my nephew.

All right.
Let's take a look.

Here you go.

We found blood spatters on
the laces of the right shoe.

Aren't you people tired
of playing cat and mouse yet?

Must be.
They always lose.

These shoes could've
come from anywhere.

The lab matched the DNA
to the woman you murdered.

We have 10 witnesses who'll testify
they saw you in those shoes.

Yeah, right.

Latent matched a thumb print
on the heel to your client.

There are no suppression
issues this time, Ms. Torres.

Your client's run out
of miracles.

So how do we
make this go away?

It's not going away.
We have a capital case.

Let me ask you something.

(WHISPERING INAUDIBLY)

In his recent travels through
the criminal justice system,

my client's met some
interesting characters.

No doubt.
I'm sure they'll miss him.

They've told him stories.

He has information on
the Murray Hill rapist.

He'll give it up in exchange
for man one, 6-to-12.

How do we know
the information's reliable?

This loco,
he takes souvenirs, right?

He told me about them.

You could have read that
in newspapers.

I didn't read where he takes
their short and curlies.

But, hey, if you want him
to do another schoolgirl...

TORRES: Look, we'll make it
easy for you.

His information doesn't click,
we're both free agents.

He'll have to admit the
shooting in his allocution.

No problem.

One other thing.

Detective Briscoe.

What about him?

You really shook him up.

Yeah, I guess I did.

You went one on one
and you beat him.

Hey, we ain't all stupid.

So what did you say to him
when he arrested you?

What I told the old cop?

That I gave that bitch
what she deserved.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I cannot believe you're
seriously considering this.

The police had a task force on this
serial rapist for five months.

Seven knife-point rapes
in Murray Hill.

Every other week another
young woman is assaulted.

We can talk to
Sabo's cellmates,

everyone he came
in contact with.

It is only a matter of time
before something breaks.

Explain that to
his next victim.

CARMICHAEL: Sabo gunned down
a woman in cold blood.

Briscoe and Green went through
hell to nail this guy.

That's their job.

Make the deal.

I just heard from the D.A.

They cut a deal
with Bobby Sabo.

No needle?
Big surprise.

VAN BUREN:
No. Six-to-12.

(SCOFFS)
What, years or weeks?

Sabo gave up
the Murray Hill rapist.

They collared the guy
two hours ago.

And Lennie.

McCoy says Sabo
copped to the confession.

How nice of my pal Bobby.

And tell him I plan on doing
this job from my wheelchair.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Don't draw to any
inside straights.