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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Just eight days
more to go.

I'm going crazy
thinking about it.

Mmm, me too,
sweetheart.

That's enough of that.

You are so funny.

He never wants
to see me again?

Your father's upset.

You didn't visit him
while he was away.

I had no access.

She took me off
the visitors list.

Jack, you know I only
do what Milt asks.

Stop, just... stop.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

I'm sorry, Jack, he's...

Don't worry.

Milt wants to make sure
you get what's coming to you.

Don't forget your brothers
behind the wall, now.

I'll keep it real.

I'm going to
miss you, Milton.

Same here, bro.

Come here.

Maybe your luck will change

now that you don't have
to play me.

But who will make dinner

for Mr. Milt?

Uh, we'll figure something out.

Tonight I want him
all to myself.

Oh, I don't want to set off
the security system

when he gets here.

You want me to
show you how?

No, just turn
the stupid thing off.

Okay.

Look at this.

Two years here
turned me into
a lean machine.

So, what's the first thing
you're going to do

when you get out?

Oh! Oh, Milt!

Oh, you're the only one!

Oh, sweetheart.

The only... one!

(groaning)

Oh, baby.

BOTH:
Mmm...

Must be the little blue pills.

It's like it has wings on it.

Wings.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, must be dinner.

I'm famished.

Mmm, I'll get it.

You go take your shower.

Pam?

Pam!

(sobbing):
Oh, my....

Oh, help!

Oh! Those bastards!

You bastards!

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These entry wounds--
chest, shoulder,

knee-- the shooter
had no control,

and couldn't
resist

ripping her earring off.

Like some subway punk.

He sprayed
the doorway

in an arc.

Even hit

the upper
window.

You know, the shots
came from down below.

But not at the
bottom of the stairs.

Check the
service entrance.

Oh, I got five, six...
seven nine-millimeter casings.

He rang the doorbell
up there,

and ran down
here to hide?

No, he rang the doorbell
down here.

He thought the service entrance
was the main door.

Here.

She answers the door.

He's surprised.

He shoots wild.

Probably one-handed,
cocked to one side.

Like in the gangsta flicks.

He's not used

to the recoil.

He loses control of the piece.

MILTON:
We'd ordered dinner.

The security cameras...
must have been off

since she had to go to the door
to see who was there.

Why were they off?

The security system's
very sophisticated.

My wife, less so.

She must have turned it off
when she sent the maid home.

Let's talk about who might
have wanted your wife dead.

Any candidates?

Nobody.

She was an angel.

We had just finished
making beautiful love.

They were after me.

All due respect...

even in a snowstorm,

no one would mistake her
for you.

You think that's funny?

I have enemies everywhere.

Like your ex-business partner.

You were convicted
of hiring a hit man to kill him.

Do I look incompetent, hmm?

If I wanted him dead,
he would have been dead.

Your conviction was a frame-up
by your enemies.

Exactly.

My competitors.

In the clothing business?

"Winter clothes
for all seasons."

This is the
original store.

Yeah, up in Harlem.

That's my Dad on the left,
and that's me.

Who's-Who's the
man whose knee
you're sitting on?

Our tailor.

Morris Swope.

Long gone.

So you built the
chain from one store.

And the bastards came after me

because I refused
to be undersold.

Chang, Chang, nitro.

Are you worried
about being poisoned?

Can't be too safe.

Great wealth
meets great paranoia.

Not a healthy combination.

Pierre's, the restaurant
Milt said they ordered from,
had no record of any order.

He told his wife
he ordered dinner.

That's-That's why
she opened the door.

And knowing what was coming,
made beautiful love to her.

That's what made it
more exciting for him.

Going by his trial testimony,

the man's
all about suspicion and revenge.

Revenge for what?

Don't tell me the
lovely Mrs. Winters

was cheating
on the old coot

while he was
still in prison?

Apparently not if you believe
the cook, the maid,

the driver
and the Pilates instructor.

Milt loved Pam, Pam loved Milt--

everything
was hunky dory.

Well, there might be one Winters
who's not closing ranks.

Milton Junior.

He was called as a character
witness at his father's trial,

but he never showed up.

My mother taught me

if you can't say anything nice
about someone...

So, you skipped
your Dad's trial.

And the reason you
didn't visit him in jail?

Pamela had him take my name
off the visitors list.

She had him wrapped
around her little finger.

I won't say she had it coming,
but...

You know, usually in
a murder investigation,

people try to hide their
joy at the victim's death.

I'll try to remember that.

You're an only child,
right?

Yeah.

Well, with his wife
out of the way,

you stand to inherit.

Dad made a point

of cutting me out of his will
years ago

so I wouldn't be tempted
to kill him.

(chuckling):
That's my dad--

always looking out for me.

Well, at least
you've learned

not to take his peculiarities
personally.

How can I?

Dad's sick.

A brilliant businessman,
but sick.

So, he would
have protected

himself from Pamela.

Oh, I'm sure.

With a pre-nup.

Pre-nups plural.

I heard he was having his lawyer

redraft the
original.

Well, assuming
Pamela would go along

with the new pre-nup.

Gee, suppose
she said no?

MILTON:
I don't care how many subpoenas

you pull
out of your ass.

You have no right

to stick your nose
in my legal business.

CARVER:
That's the point of
getting a subpoena--

to give us that right.

The material you're after
is covered

by attorney-
client privilege.

That privilege

was waived when you discussed

redrafting the pre-nup
with Mrs. Winters.

Who said anything
about redrafting?

EAMES:
Your son.

WINTERS:
What?

That rat!

He talks to you,
and he doesn't talk to me?

I can't believe this!

Look, if you're going
to get upset,

why don't you
just wait outside,

and we all will talk
to your lawyer?

I see what you're doing.

You people will do anything,
say anything

to pin this on me.

The worst scum in the pen
have more honor than any of you.

I loved my wife.

I loved her.

CARVER:
You loved
her so much

you were drafting
a new pre-nup.

A pre-nup that increased
her stake in his estate

as reward for her fidelity
during his prison stay.

Not that
Pamela cared.

Money was the least

of her concerns.

What, it was your idea
to give your money away?

And guys

with your pathology,

they usually build an armor
around what they have.

I'm not taking this bait.

I'm not afraid
of you.

I'm not afraid of this whole
machinery of-of justice.

I'm not.

"Money was the least
of her concerns."

Very nice.

I almost believed you myself.

I meant every
word of it, Milton.

Pam turned out to
be a lovely girl.

"A lovely girl."

You should know.

What are you saying, Milt?

I know what you did,
you son of a bitch.

Milt, let-let go.

I know what you did.

This pre-nup
does speak toward
his goodwill.

(gunshots)

Who's doing this to me?

He's dead.

Oh, my God,
who's doing this to me?

Oh, my God, oh, my God!

Nine-millimeter casings.

Looks like we got a bold
shooter on our hands...

A bold shooter on a bicycle,
according to the limo driver,

who, unfortunately,
didn't see his face.

Bastards.

The bastards are striking
at every one I love,

and you're doing nothing
to stop them.

"Them"?

My enemies, you idiot!

I'm the target.

You know, it looks
like he's the one

that took all
the bullets.

Jack Duvall was only important

because of his relationship
to me!

I'm going home.

Rashib!
(whistles)

How'd he ever get the impression
people don't like him?

EAMES:
Duvall's files were off-limits.

Even his lunch orders

fell under attorney-
client privilege.

Luckily the privilege doesn't
extend to his bank records.

All we got out
of the secretary

is that Milt was
Duvall's only client.

What about Duvall
and Mrs. Winters?

Secretary have anything to say
about them?

Just that Duvall
always kept his office door open

whenever Ms. Winters came in
to see him.

And that he never gave her
his private number.

Well, Duvall knew
how crazy Milt is.

Look at this.

Over the last few months,

Duvall issued a dozen checks
from his escrow accounts

all for under $10,000,
all to small businesses.

Losses from fire damages,
accidents.

He was helping settle
insurance claims.

GOREN:
A travel agency
in Mott Haven,

A beauty salon
in Morrisania.

They're all
in the South Bronx...

where a lot of kids
learn how to shoot

form watching gangsta flicks.

GOREN:
Have you ever seen this guy?

He's a lawyer,
Jack Duvall.

No, I don't have much use
for lawyers.

Well, this lawyer wrote
a $9,000 check

to J.C.'s Beauty Spa.

And that's you,
isn't it?

No, I'm Solomon.

J.C.'s my wife, Jaqueetha.

It's her place.

She had a gypsy cab,

dollar van accident
a while back.

It could be for that.

Why don't we ask Jaqueetha?

Why don't you
soak your hand in this?

Is that what it was for?

A gypsy cab accident
a while back?

I whiplashed my neck.

And that's what it was for.

Those guys
are crazy drivers.

You're lucky they had insurance.

Is this your son?

Uh-huh.

My boy.

And there he is again.

He must be what,
14 in that picture?

He's grown a lot.

You must be what,
16?

19.

Taye, why don't you... go
upstairs, do your studies?

We'll let you get back

to business.

I recognized her first.

She testified at the trial

of the boy's real father
in '87, Dempsey Powers.

You would have
been in Germany.

No, but I remember hearing
about him--

the South Bronx Drug King.

He had an interesting M.O.

He used to shoot his victims
straight down

through the top of their head
to destroy the slug

so it couldn't be traced back
to the gun.

When they came
to arrest him,

he shot his way out,
wounded nine cops.

My dad spent the summer
visiting hospitals.

But that isn't why
he's in jail, is it?

No. He claimed
self-defense.

He told the jury the
cops were in the drug
business with him,

and were out to kill
him. They bought it.

He's in jail for killing
three dope dealers.

And now the mother
of his kid

is getting money
from Milt Winters' lawyer.

You know, it's funny.

Two guys who think
that the world is after them...

found each other.

MAN:
Hey, look, I was real kind
to that old white man.

Gave him a cigarette once.

Maybe that's why he sent money
to Jaqueetha.

Yeah, $9,000 for a loosey?

Hey, it's different economics
inside this wall.

In fact, uh, what am I getting
for this little sit-down?

MAN:
Two extra phone
calls a week

for six months
and an extra hour of TV a day.

Extra TV.

Yeah.

Living large, Dempsey.

The point is I'm still living

after all the bullets
the crooked NYPD threw at me.

GOREN:
Yeah, well,
that was before our time.

We were in the South Bronx

and we just happened
to drop your name.

And, I got to tell you,

it's still all love
for D.P. on the streets.

I'm a legend.

A living legend.

GOREN:
In the South Bronx.

But in here,

you're what?

Guardian angel?

Is that why
Milt Winters

had his lawyer send
over 200 grand

to businesses that belong
to your family... and friends?

Maybe it was reparations
for the slave trade.

(chuckling)

EAMES:
First week
Milt was here,

some guy tried
to shake him down.

That guy ended up
with a screwdriver in his neck.

Milt was never
bothered again.

Milt carried himself like a man,
so he was treated like one.

Especially with you
watching his back.

He ever talk to you
about his wife?

I would never turn
on my friends.

I'm not the NYPD.

This punk's a waste of time.

Yeah, but we're just talking.

You know, we noticed that
your son's only been up here

four times
in 16 years.

Green Haven's too far.

Help us out with Milt.

Maybe we can talk to the D.A.,

move you someplace closer
where your son could visit.

Come on, Dempsey.

What do you think?

You know what?

I'm going to watch some TV.

GOREN:
Oh, so you're
going to...

you're going to pass up
seeing your son

to protect some rich white man.

Wow.

You know,

I think you should sit down,
make yourself comfortable.

I think we're going to search
your cell.

You know what?

You can search all you want.

You can plant
all the phony evidence you want.

I ain't afraid of you.

You got that?

I ain't afraid.

We found this
inside the mattress.

It's probably marked.

Cards...

girlie magazines--

Dempsey Powers' entire world,

and kids in the projects
think he's a living legend.

This isn't much worse
than what they have,

except he gets
three squares a day.

Hmm.

He's short four cards.

Queen of diamonds.

Jack of clubs.

Deuce of spades.

Ace of hearts.

Queen of diamonds...
Milt's wife.

Jack of clubs...
Jack Duvall.

It's a hit list?

Deuce of spades, Milt, Junior.

His own son?

Well, he's on a
paranoid fugue.

He's cleaning house.

Like any good paranoiac,

he wants to be there
when his enemies go down.

MILT, JR.:
I don't know, Dad.

You call me
out of the blue.

I've had so much loss
these past two weeks.

I need you, son.

I need you
close to me now.

Let me think about it,
Dad.

I got to go now.

Uh, how about
a ride uptown?

No, it's okay.

The water taxi will
get me there quicker.

See you, Dad.

Son?

(grunting)

Clear!

I didn't believe it
when they told me.

You bastard!
How could you?

MILTON:
No! No, it's them!

These cops are trying
to kill me. They're after me.

For once you're right--
we are after you.

I told you,
I'm a bike messenger.

People are trying
to jack me all the time.

That's why I was
carrying the piece.

What about these?

We found them
in your Mom's
apartment.

Don't know nothing
about them.

You don't know
what this is?

Hmm?

How about this one?

This one?

They're playing cards?

No, Ahmal.

Signals...

from Dempsey Powers.

You see, some...

...some rich white dude
paid him 200 large

to have you kill these people.

Y-You all are whack.

And you're an amateur,

'cause pros don't keep evidence
in their Mom's apartment.

I didn't do
these homicides,

but whoever did--
he's no amateur.

He's gansta.

(laughs)

Gangsta?

No.

This fool was too busy styling
to shoot straight.

He punched out bullets...

using a 90-degree flip.

Or maybe the modified

John Woo 180 cock.

Whichever...

he had no control.

He put more bullets
in the door

than he did
in this woman.

She looked dead in the picture.

This isn't
a movie.

You did a murder
in the course of a robbery.

That's a death penalty.

I didn't rob nobody!

You took an earring
off the woman.

And didn't Dempsey tell you

not to mess
with the bling-bling?

I'm telling you,
I don't even know DP.

Oh, your brother Luther
spent time with him

up in Green Haven.

Is that how you met

"DP"...

visiting your brother
up in Green Haven?

How am I going
to get all the way up there?

Subway only stop
at 241st Street.

All right,

you-you don't have
to flip on DP.

Try this.

You have these three cards.

We know that there is a fourth,

the Ace of Hearts.

Who is it?

Who is the fourth hit?

I got no ace.

I'm done.

Give me a lawyer.

CARVER:
Even if this boy flips

on Dempsey Powers,
we have no corroboration,

other than generic playing cards
from a generic deck.

I suggest we have a conversation
with Mr. Powers.

About what?

A plea bargain?

What else would we talk
to him about?

We're going to cut a deal
with a guy who shot nine cops?

He's already serving
life with no parole.

And he's merely
the subcontractor here.

Milt Winters is the author
of these murders.

These are his targets.

And am I wrong
to assume

that unless we
identify the
fourth target,

Milt Winters will
find somebody

to finish the job?

On what planet do you think
Powers is going to cooperate

with either the police
or the D.A.?

He hates us.

He doesn't trust us.

Dempsey thinks

that we're capable
of anything.

Let's not
disappoint him.

EAMES:
As you probably know,

Milt Winters'
lawyer was shot

outside the
D.A.'s office.

Not the
smartest call.

The place was
crawling with
officers.

My partner's old man was

in the Four-Oh, same precinct
where you shot all those cops.

You mean the
crooked cops?

What's her daddy's name?

Maybe he was on my payroll.

The officers got
a good look

at the person
who killed the lawyer.

You recognize him?

GOREN:
Whoops.

That looks just like
your son, Taye.

My son had nothing
to do with it.

We have the murder weapon.

If you think it was easy
to plant fingerprints in '87,

just think about
what we can do now.

You're a devil.

You should see me
in a blue dress.

Yeah, well, I ain't
afraid of the devil.

You should be afraid
of my partner.

Afraid for your son.

I give you what you want,

y'all leave me
and my son in peace?

I'll make sure we do.

You tell the grand jury
what you know,

and testify at Milt's trial.

Oh, man.

Old Milt, uh, may have come
to me for some favors.

But, you know,
being a man of peace,

uh, naturally,
I turned him down.

I would, um...

be willing to talk
about those favors.

The Ace of Hearts--

who is it?

(sighs)

Milt, uh, lost a lot
of weight in prison.

Got himself healthy.

He start thinking
that his doctor kept him sick

all those years
to bleed him dry.

It's, uh, the Ace of Hearts--

his heart doctor, Dr. Chang.

MILTON:
Dempsey said no such thing.

That's a lie!

He and I are brothers.

Yourbrothertold us
who your fourth target is.

If you want any leniency
from me,

you'll call off
any attempt

on your
doctor's life.

My doctor?

MILTON:
It's a trick!

Can't you see?

My brother did not betray me,
would not betray me ever.

You don't trust your own son,

but you trust Dempsey Powers.

More now than ever.

DR. CHANG:
I've told him for 30 years

to lose weight,
to exercise.

So what does he
do in prison?

He loses weight.
He exercises.

So, now he wants to kill me?

You don't sound alarmed
by this.

Would alarm help?

Milt is the one
who lives in fear.

You mean, paranoia.

The fear of death.

His father died
of a heart attack at 37.

Milt thinks he lives
on borrowed time.

Um...

how old was Milt
when his father died?

16.

Somehow, he kept his father's
store going.

Right, somehow.

Dr. Chang, we'll assign
a couple of detectives

to keep an eye
on your office in the city.

I-I don't work
in the city anymore.

Don't live here, either.

I moved to Staten Island
a year ago.

I hardly come
into the city at all anymore.

Does Milt know you spend all
your time on Staten Island?

Yes.

He even made a donation
to the hospice I started there.

Okay.

Uh, thank you, Doctor.

Someone will take
you back to the ferry.

If bicycle boy wouldn't
visit his brother

because the subway didn't go
to Green Haven,

how did he figure
on getting to Staten Island

to shoot the good doctor?

AHMAL:
It was a delivery in one
of those offices over there.

I don't know what office

you're talking
about, Ahmal.

You wanted him
to tell you

where he was making
his deliveries.

That's what he just
did, so he's done.

You can't just come over here
and point it out to me, Ahmal?

No, I'm fine right here, man.

What, are you afraid
of the water?

I ain't afraid of some water.

I just don't...

I just stay away from it.

Well, you go over bridges,
don't you?

I don't take bridges.

EAMES:
What about
the ferry?

I just don't go
on water, okay?

Stay right over here
on the hard land.

That's the biggest bunch
of nonsense I ever heard.

This is your big day!

You're going to take
a ride on the ferry!

Come on!
No, leave me be!

Leave me be.
Leave me be.
It's right over here!

No, no, no, leave me be.

Please, please.
I don't... I swear.

I swear I'm going
to pee myself, I swear.

No, don't,
please, please.

GOREN:
Okay, all right.

All right, calm down.

Ahmal, calm down.

Come on.

You don't have to
take the ferry.

Come on.

Come on, man.

It's going to
be all right.

You can stay
right here on
the hard land.

He was supposed
to do the hit on Milt's son.

He hesitated.

He waited for the son
to get away

from the water's edge.

Now, there's no way

that he's going to take a job

shooting someone
on Staten Island.

The fourth victim--
the Ace of Hearts--

it's not the doctor.

Milt's having
somebody else killed.

Dempsey wouldn't lie
to us about that.

But he would lie to us

if-ifhewas
having someone killed.

He's playing us.

Yeah, he's playing
all of us.

Milt contracted
those three hits.

The fourth one is
Dempsey's choice.

We may be overestimating
Mr. Powers' cunning.

The idea he used Milt Winters'
killing spree

to hide a killing
of his own is...

Overestimate a guy

who put nine cops
in the hospital?

You can't be serious.

And cover the personnel
at Green Haven,

starting with the warden.

Dempsey might have
already made his move.

I checked homicides
going back two months.

This one...
last week in Queens--

Eduardo Escobar--
shot once straight down

through the top
of the head.

Dempsey's M.O.

Who the hell is
Eduardo Escobar?

Well, a subway
mechanic,

married
last month,

no priors,

no known connection
to Dempsey Powers.

If someone
killed Escobar

on orders from Powers,
isn't it reckless

to advertise the fact

by using Powers'
calling card?

Reckless... and bold--

the act of someone proud
of his connection

to Dempsey Powers.

TAYE:
I didn't kill no
Eduardo Escobar.

You going to plant the gun
you looking for,

or just powder burns?

Don't believe everything
your father tells you.

I don't have
to tell you anything.

My father told me that, too.

You keep following
his advice,

and you'll end up
just like him.

Ma!

Downstairs is clean.

You won't find anything.

Taye has his father's mouth,

but my husband
and I raised him right.

GOREN:
A lot of new books.

History of Cuba.

Cuba Today.

My final essay

on parts of the world

where police don't
practice racism.

Definitely his father's mouth.

Come on, Taye.

Let's let them
do their work.

This kid's inherited more
than just his father's mouth.

Dempsey does nothing
by accident.

Spanish, Cuba...

Probably figure
into their long-term plans...

and killing Eduardo Escobar
somehow gets them there.

WOMAN:
No, I never seen

this man before.

Eduardo had no enemies.

He was gentle,
always helping people.

What about this one?

You ever see him?

No. Who are they?

Just men.

This is from Calabria
in the south of Italy.

Did you go there
for your honeymoon?

No, Puerto Rico.

We got married there.

Uh, when did you
go to Italy?

I went last year.

Well, Calabria's
pretty rough country.

People usually
don't go there

unless they
have family.

Y-You don't have
family there, do you?

No.

EAMES:
So you went
with somebody?

It was before I met Eduardo.

It's got nothing to do
with this.

"Calabrese hard head"--

have you ever heard
that expression?

When I was a kid, I had a barber
who was from Calabria.

He told me that the people
were very stubborn.

He said that when
you take something from them,

they don't give up
until they get it back.

Who is he,
Ms. Escobar?

Tony.

Tony Sirvino.

He thinks that Eduardo
stole me from him.

What does Mr.
Sirvino do?

He works for the city.

The Department
of Correction?

Yes. He drives their bus.

CARVER:
An escape?

After Dempsey testifies
for the Grand Jury tomorrow.

Tony Sirvino's scheduled

to drive his bus
back to Riker's.

Sirvino grew up
in the South Bronx.

He went to school
with Dempsey.

Dempsey keeps tabs
on his people.

And he had his son
kill Mr. Escobar

as a favor to Mr. Sirvino?

This is...

Brilliant.

Once Dempsey got the
contract from Milt

to make these three hits,
he orchestrated everything--

the checks
from the lawyer,

the playing cards,
everything,

to lead us back to him,

so we would bring him
before the Grand Jury.

He knew he'd be transferred
from Green Haven down to Riker's

and driven back and forth
to the courthouse.

Sirvino helps them escape,

and Dempsey's on his way
to Cuba with his son.

Beyond the reach of extradition.

I suddenly have a newfound
respect for Mr. Powers.

I ain't afraid of you.

GOREN:
You should be afraid.

Using your Daddy's M.O.
wasn't very smart.

Blood or no blood,
he's going to take
it out of your hide.

Taye,
I'm Winston Malik.

I'm your father's
lawyer, and now
I'm yours.

Or your mom's.
But if you...

I ain't giving you no reason
to kill my pops.

Taye's invoking his rights.

He doesn't have anything more
to say.

Unless his son cooperates,

we have no case
against Mr. Powers.

And once Mr. Powers
finds out we got wind

to his escape plan,

I doubt he'll testify
to the Grand Jury tomorrow

against Milt Winters,

and then that case
will be gone, too.

We haven't told
Junior what we know
about the escape.

We should be able
to keep Powers
in the dark

until after he goes in
front of the Grand Jury.

But-But once we derail
his escape,

he'll never testify
at Milt Winters' trial.

We can use
his Grand Jury testimony.

Grand Jury testimony
is not admissible at trial.

I need Mr. Powers
to appear.

I'm betting that
Dempsey Powers...

I'm betting he
knows that if he
escapes to Cuba,

his Grand Jury
testimony can't
be used at trial.

He never intended
to betray Milt.

There is an exception,
isn't there

that allows a
Grand Jury testimony

to be used at trial

if the witness has
been threatened

into recanting
his testimony?

But who's going to threaten
Dempsey Powers?

His good friend Milt.

"Question:
What did Mr. Winters tell you?

"Answer from Mr. Powers:

"He was always complaining
about all of them--

"his wife, his son, his lawyer.

He wanted to get rid of them."

That's what your brother Dempsey
told the Grand Jury

just a little over
an hour ago.

Down the street from here.

"Question: Did Mr. Winters
solicit your help

"in dealing
with these individuals?

"Answer from Mr. Powers:

"Yes, he offered to pay me
$50,000 each

to get them killed."

Save your breath.

Are you still convinced

Mr. Powers is looking out
for your interests?

More than ever.

This doesn't mean squat
until he says it at my trial.

And no way on Earth
he rats me out.

My son, in a heartbeat

but Dempsey, never.

I am so curious about
this unquestioning trust.

Is it based on anything?

Green Haven.

He looked out for me
from day one.

EAMES:
You paid
for that protection.

I was happy to share with him.

He had so little; I had so much.

The only thing that you had
so much of in prison was fear,

and Dempsey could smell it,

and he used it
to gain your trust!

I'm not wrong about Dempsey.

I know people.

And Dempsey knows you.

He told us that
he was checking you out,

he was looking for an in on you,
and he found it in an article

about a retailing miracle
known as Winters Clothing.

I...

I have it.

It's... here.

"Faced with his father's
unexpected death,

"16-year-old Milt, not only kept
the family store afloat,

"but it turned into the flagship

of the city's most successful
chain of men's clothing stores."

There was a-a photo
that was in the article.

GOREN:
That's what tipped Dempsey off

that you had help
keeping the store afloat.

That's right.

Your dad's tailor, Morris Swope.

Yeah, Uncle Morris--

the man who looked out for you
when your father died,

who showed you the ropes

the first time that you were
alone against the world.

Dempsey told us that he took
one look at that photo,

and he knew...

he knew how to come at you,

and it wasn't by being
a-a bully or a-a flatterer...

but as Morris Swope--
the... reassuring protector.

Dempsey told me that
it cracked him up

when he pictured you
sitting on his knee

like a-a wooden dummy.

He got around
your natural suspicion

by modeling your one positive
adult relationship.

He took you
for a couple hundred grand

and sold you out
for immunity

and a few extra hours
of TV every week.

Sure, he's going to spend
the rest of his days

in relative comfort,
but you...

you're looking
at the death penalty.

I mean,
that just doesn't seem fair.

To be fair, Mr. Winters,

I'll settle for life
without parole

in return
for your admission of guilt.

You think about it
on your way back

to Riker's.

What's your name?

"Sirvino."

You make these too tight,
Sirvino,

I'm going to slap
a brutality suit against you.

(sighs)

(sighs heavily)
(door locking)

Ah...(chuckles)

Milton, they got you.

I'm not sitting
near this man.

It's okay, officer.

We're old friends.

Have a nice ride, gentlemen.

Toughest guy
in Green Haven.

A rat.

Milton.

Be cool, be cool.

Cool?

You spend the morning
ratting me out.

For what?

More TV?

That's what friendship's worth?

Milton, don't worry,
man, don't worry.

It ain't going to happen.

I won't testify against you
in court, okay?

You already did.

They playing
you, Milton.

Just chill out and trust me.

Just chill.

Sitting on your knee.

Very funny, huh?

What the hell
are you talking about?

I don't care what hole
they put you in, Dempsey,

I'm going to reach out to you.

You're a dead man.

(whispering):
You're a dead man.

Wh-What are you doing?

You know what, Milt?

I ain't going back to Haven.

Just be cool.

Be cool.

You're breaking out?

Shut up!

W-W-Wait, take...
take me with you.

We're a team, right?

Sydney Poitier
and-and Tony Curtis?

Shut up.

Don't leave me.

Dempsey, don't leave me!

Don't leave me behind.

It's a slice, Milton.

Okay, okay, okay.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Just put it down.

Just put it down, it's empty.

It's over.

What the hell's going on?

Tony Curtis speaks.

I told you to keep
your mouth shut, fool!

Help!

We got Milt's death threat
on tape.

Which makes Mr. Powers'
Grand Jury testimony admissible

at Mr. Winters' trial.

And we've got Mr. Powers
for the Escobar killing.

You know,
it's a shame,

all this trust
and loyalty...

...look where it gets you.