All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S02E13 - Severance (720p WEB-DL x265 ImE)_track3_[eng]

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.

I want the slides first.

Then we show them the stills.

And the miniatures
are the knockout punch.

Damn.

We're already late.
And the traffic...

I better call.

Peter,
pull the car around

and meet me

at the gate.

Damn.

Four quarters, please.

I'm not supposed to...

Look, I'm in a rush.

Yeah, it's Moskowitz.

Tell him 15 minutes.

I know.

15 minutes guaranteed.

( tires screeching )

You okay?

Yeah.

( screams )

Miss Moskowitz?

I'm okay.

Take your time.

Uh... I'd just hung up
on the phone

and I didn't see the car.

I told Peter and Craig
to bring it around,

so I went looking...

There was this van--

nearly clipped me
on the way out.

What color was the van?

Uh, gray, or maybe silver.

Big.

How about the driver?

Did you get a look at him?

Barely.

A white guy.

I don't know.

Then I found them.

You said there was
a woman-- a brunette?

Uh-huh.

I don't know
where she went.

Dude was doing
at least 35.

He busted
through the gate.

Mr. Rozakis got a partial
on the plates.

The APB's already out.

Would you recognize him?

I never saw him.

A machine gives the ticket, he's
supposed to pay on the way out.

He's probably
halfway to Canada by now.

Sure.

The plates were Canadian.

I told him that.

"Je me souviens."

"I remember"--

the motto on
the Quebec plates.

There's a lot of Greeks
in Canada.

I got uncles, cousins
in Montreal, Toronto.

Oh, on the van, the bumper...

There's a, uh, a sticker
that says Tilford Rentals.

They're like the Hertz
of Canada.

That's it?

Yeah.

Listen, you remember
anything else, give us a buzz.

Sure.

So, Sammy, tell us.

It's two shots each,
to the heart.

What did they take?

Nothing.

One's got on a $1,000 Piaget
on his wrist.

No powder burns,
no defensive wounds.

They got it from ten... 15 feet,
at least.

Four shots,

probably silenced,
right through the heart.

A marksman.

A pro.

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You're telling me a pro
rents a van in Montreal,

drives 500 miles

and in the open,
guns down two ad men?

Disgruntled client maybe.

Witnesses?

Nothing we can use.

We got a hit
on the APB.

Traffic towed a gray van,

Canadian plates,
corner of 33rd and Eighth.

That's the post office.

What's he going to do--
mail himself to Canada?

He'd be more comfortable
on the train.

The station.

No backup.

If he smells a uniform,
he's gone.

The 11:30 train leaving
for Trenton, New Jersey

on track three.

Hey. Montreal train--
what track?

Track eight.

Departs in 15.

( train whistle blowing )

( bell ringing )

CERRETA:
Six down, two to go.

There you go.

Thank you.

Going to Montreal?

Are you going to Montreal?

Yes.

Can I see your ticket?

Vacation?

Don't you guys have
anything better...

Look, just tell her
I already mailed the check.

My friend.

Hey.

Forget something?

Thanks. I had a little
too much coffee today.

It will keep.

Mind if we look in here?

Can I stop you?

We could get a warrant.

Then you wouldn't want
to miss your train.

Put your hands right
on top of your head.

You're under arrest;
anything you say

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

How many times we going
to go through this?

Mr. Kemp,

what do you say
we call your lawyer?

No reason to.

I didn't do anything.

You had a semiautomatic
with a fully loaded clip.

So I had a piece.

So I was a naughty boy.

I'll pay the two bucks.

I'm thinking
it was a murder weapon.

I'm happy for you.

Okay if I smoke?

Mike.

Mike.

Want some coffee?

Let's have some coffee.

Yeah.

Cream, no sugar.

We're doing all the talking.

A little leverage
wouldn't hurt.

We hit on ballistics,
it's over.

Did you check his yellows?

Yeah. Six arrests--

from gun possession
to attempt.

No convictions.

A van rented in your name
was spotted at the scene.

It was found three blocks
from where we found you.

The van was stolen.

I stopped at some diner
on 46th and Lex.

It was not there
when I came out.

You reported it?

To who?

The police?
The rental company?

All of the above.

What's the big deal?

This the first car stolen
in the city?

Mr. Kemp, you live in
Plattsburgh, upstate New York.

What's that?

An hour outside Montreal?

45 minutes.

You went that far
to rent a van?

I'm not rolling in the bucks,
like you guys.

Exchange rate,
no per mile.

I save a bundle.

Why did you need a van?

My mother.

She owns
this great old clock--

a Seth Thomas.

Some dealer

on the west side
offered me five grand for it.

Dealer's name?

In the van.

With the clock.

You always take a semiautomatic

and an eight-inch blade
on a trip?

What do you want?

It's New York.

Yeah.

Mike, labs you ordered.

And?

Negative.

Gun in his bag
didn't kill our guys.

The bastard knew it
all along.

Different story on the knife.

Minute traces of human blood
of recent origin.

I thought
these guys were shot.

They were.

Well, great.

That's great.

So we got two stiffs
with no murder weapon

and a bloody knife
with no victim. Great.

Standard pop and hop--

effective, but impacts
the resale value.

So Kemp makes like
someone took his van.

He knows
how to throw curves.

He's a consummate pro.

This is the address
of an antique dealer.

He's good. Covers all bases.
Establishes an alibi.

Why not ditch the knife?

You can't match a knife
like a bullet.

Waste not, want not.

Everyone gets hit
by the recession.

You got recent
gunpowder residue.

I'll bring it to the lab.

At least we know
we got the right van.

That doesn't put Kemp
in the driver's seat.

You feel like a doughnut?

Yeah.

150 bagels a day,
all with cream cheese

and this turnip
wants peanut butter.

Was that yesterday?

Sits there doing the puzzle
for an hour.

I live on tips--
little he cares.

What goes around comes around.

What do you mean?

He leaves, comes running back
looking for a phone.

Someone stole his car.

Serves him right.

You ever work a counter?

No.

Michelle Pfeiffer
could be sitting there.

You wouldn't know.

They don't look at faces.

A waitress here probably
serves 100 breakfasts a day.

She remembered him.

Because he
wanted her to.

How come our two guys
rate a pro?

Were they involved in something?

That's what we're trying

to find out,
Miss Moskowitz.

Can you tell us
about their lives

outside the office?

Craig Hovis
was like a plow horse.

He was here all the time.

What about the family?

From Phoenix.

No family in town.

And Coyle?

Peter was a different story.

Freelanced until I convinced him
to come aboard.

To Peter, corporate America
was up there with root canal.

But you turned him around?

Well, money can't buy love,
but it helps.

Coyle--
was he all work as well?

Peter was an artist.

He breathed life
into every frame.

I'd finally convinced him
to show his portraits.

I have a friend
who has a gallery in Soho.

So I take it that
you talked to Peter

about things
other than work?

We just started seeing
each other...

dating.

Was he the one?

Looks like Coyle
had a more interesting life

than the plow horse.

Nobody had
a piece of this guy.

63 G's in a money market.

Another 50 and change
in a retirement fund.

Hardly worth killing for.

Esquire, Hockey News.

Tax deductibles:

Greenpeace,
United Way, Jerry's Kids.

Ah, card from Moskowitz.

These guys
look like Boy Scouts.

Yeah, with shadow lives.

Somebody paid good money
to get them dead.

Dig deep enough,

something pops out
of the shadows.

None of the usuals play--
mob, drugs.

Who else hires a hitter?

Jealous husband.

Both of them?

Maybe Mr. Plow Horse
was dunking his doughnut

in somebody else's coffee.

Husband gets a whiff.

Doesn't like the smell.

And Coyle?

Wrong place, wrong time.

Innocent bystander
slash witness.

Hold it.

What if they both
had bad timing?

Phil, I was kidding.

Hear me out.

The guy in the lot and Moskowitz

said there was another woman.

She got there

before Hovis and Coyle.

The brunette.

She went in,
but no one saw her go out.

Kemp has a bloody knife.

So Kemp's doing the brunette
with the knife.

Coyle and Hovis see him
in flagrante.

It's bang, bang.

She went to the lot.

Why? To get her car.

It's still got to be there.

My boss says
nobody stays long-term.

But you're a nice guy.

Live and let live.

I can use the extra cash--
new VCR.

This is Mr. Simmons--
a lawyer.

Friday, he says,
"I'll be gone about six days."

"Anyone wants to take it,
let them-- it's insured."

Next.

This one's been here
a few days-- after 48 hours,

I'm supposed to have them towed,
but she's a nice lady.

She say she
would be out of town?

Not to me.

She have a name?

Not that I know of.

She's in here
all the time though.

Mike, look.

Paint's scratched
to the bare metal.

Someone wanted to get
in there real bad.

It looks like someone else
wanted it that way.

There's a toothpick
or matchstick stuck in there.

Okay.

Janet Torrens.

Sixth Street,
Brooklyn, New York.

27 years old.

Does that say
Miss or Mrs.?

I was just thinking,
maybe next time,

I'd take her to see
the Knicks or something.

I wouldn't hold my breath.

Janet was out of work.

I told her, why waste money?

Your old room's empty.

Last month,
she started looking

for her own apartment.

When did you see her last?

What was it?

Tuesday morning
before she left for the city.

You haven't seen her
for two days?

Janet's a grown woman.

She lived here,
but we don't keep tabs on her.

She was under a lot of stress.

Mr. Torrens, does Janet
drive a red BMW?

Yeah.

She bought it used

when she started working
in Manhattan.

We found her car
in a parking lot.

It's been there for 48 hours.

Oh, God.

It doesn't necessarily mean...

I told her

you keep your mouth shut.

Jack, they
told us not to.

Excuse me?

The FBI...

Jack!

What the hell

does it matter now?

They're investigating that bum
she used to work for--

Charles Martine.

Illegal contracts
or something.

And Janet was
helping them?

Yeah.

CERRETA:
Who's the agent?

Blanchard.

We called him
last night.

He said not to worry.

She's left before
for a couple of days

without telling us.

Why would she leave
her car in the city

if she went to the island?

All off the record, right?

Charles Martine--
as in The United States v.

Any bells going off?

Military contractor.

Built Martine Aeronautics
from the ground up.

Sells the Air Force on
a sophisticated guidance system,

million bucks a plane.

Scam?

Underbids everybody,
delivers substandard goods.

U.S. Attorney calls it fraud.

Maybe some flyboy's widow
calls it murder.

Mr. Martine is
currently awaiting trial

in the no-bail suite at MCC.

Indictment's got more counts
than Nixon had plumbers.

What about Janet Torrens?

Miss Torrens was Martine's
bookkeeper for five years.

The past seven months

confidential
government informant.

You have something on her?

She came to us.

Young lady has guts.

The kind you don't
see much anymore.

I really hope you guys
are wrong about this.

I liked this one.

You'll let me know, huh?

I never heard of Janet Torrens.

The blood on your knife
was type O--

same as Janet Torrens.

Same as me.

Does the name
Charles Martine

mean anything to you?

I never heard of him.

What's the deal,
are you going

to walk me through
the whole phone book?

Janet Torrens was working
mornings as a temp

two blocks from where
the car was found.

She'd been there
three weeks.

She was about to blow
the whistle on Martine.

He hires Kemp.

Hovis and Coyle
got in the way.

Without the girl's body,
it's a stretch.

The bottom line is she's
been missing since Tuesday,

her car was ten feet

from where Hovis
and Coyle took a bath

and Kemp's van
was at the scene.

The real bottom line is,
we can't put them

in the same place
at the same time.

You need physical evidence
to connect it all.

A team is searching
his place in Plattsburgh.

Give us a couple of days.

Kemp's lawyer
is screaming

about the delay.

Buy us a couple.

We will make
the connection.

Martine's in a federal pen.

It will take a day
to get to see him.

I ought to be able to get

some mileage out of the gun.

Possession three,
he'll walk before lunch.

Ben broke his wrist this morning
playing tennis.

Maybe I can use that
to postpone the arraignment.

He what?

He dove for a lob.

He finally beat you, huh?

He was up, five-four.

MARTINE:
deals me a faulty board.

I pass it on
to the Air Force.

Is that my fault?

Mr. Martine's dealings
with the federal government

were strictly legitimate.

It will come out
in the trial.

What about Janet Torrens?

She was my bookkeeper.

Was?

Feds start investigating

people nose around,
production stops.

No books to keep.

Your bookkeeper goes bye-bye

and two guys are found dead
next to her car the same day.

Makes you wonder.

Are you accusing Mr. Martine
of murder?

In case you haven't noticed

I've been indisposed
for seven months.

Your pal Frank Kemp
tells a different story.

I never heard of him.

If we find out you did

you'll be more than indisposed
for the next 25 years.

I promise you that.

if you'd like.
Check his visitors list

It's public record.

If you want, I'll even open
his phone logs to you.

Martine swears
he never heard of Frank Kemp.

I know I believe him.

As far as visitors go,
nothing in the last seven months

except his attorney, Teasdale,
and his wife.

Ditto with the phone.

The only calls were
to Teasdale and the wife.

He never called Frank Kemp.

How 'bout we take it
from the other end.

I'm sure our friends
at New York Telephone

would be happy to supply us
with Mr. Kemp's usage details.

No, thank you.

Frank likes Chinese food.

674 Prefix--
is that the East Village?

Yeah.

Frankie's got
a friend there.

Five calls last week,
same number.

What did people do before
they had answering machines?

Cute voice.

Maybe the girlfriend.

Even hitters have a life.

Reverse directory.

I'll get the address.

Yes.

Is he in?

No. It's personal.

No message.

The day before the shootings

Frank Kemp chats
with a lawyer.

27 minutes.

The lawyer's name--
Larry Teasdale.

As in Martine's mouthpiece.

TEASDALE:
So he called here.

Doesn't mean I talked to him.

Maybe he's seeing my secretary.

Does your secretary
live in the Village?

Rockaways.

Mr. Kemp calls here

the day before the key witness
against your client disappears.

The world's getting smaller
every day, Mr. Teasdale.

I'm really backed up today.

Maybe we could continue this
some other time.

You're also a suspect.

Accessory to murder,
three counts.

Fine.

Then if you want
to speak to me again

hit my lawyer with a subpoena.

Law degree,
it's a license to lie.

Even if we get a subpoena,

he's gonna hide
behind privilege.

Not if Kemp told him
beforehand

he was going
to commit a crime.

I'll call Robinette.

Let's stop
in the Village first.

Could be Kemp's honey
doesn't have a law degree.

I don't know Frank Kemp.

He called you five times
last week.

That doesn't mean
I talked to him.

Miss McManus,
Frank Kemp is suspected

in the murder
of three people.

I told you
I don't know him.

I'm in a hurry.

Get this right.

You're not going anywhere
till you talk to us.

I went out with the guy
a couple of times, okay?

Now the jerk
won't leave me alone.

LOGAN:
What's the matter?

You don't like
to pick up your messages?

CERRETA:
We don't mind.

Go ahead.

Here, let me help you out.

It's Larry Teasdale.

If you're listening, pick up.

Call me as soon as possible.

I'll be at the office,
and don't talk to anyone.

Larry Teasdale

everybody's favorite middleman.

Teasdale called.
What did he want?

How should I know?

Frankie must have
given my number.

That's who he's looking for.

The dial went off the meter
an hour ago.

Kemp is in jail.

Teasdale knows it.

He was looking for you.

I don't know anything about it.

I want to get out of here.

You're not under arrest.

You can leave anytime you want.

Next time Teasdale calls

ask him how much he charges
to draw up a will.

Hope she brought
a change of underwear.

Scared is good.

Give it a minute.

She doesn't look like a player.

But she knows
everybody involved.

I just met him.

Teasdale?

Kemp.

A couple of months ago...
at a club... downtown.

The guy wore a suit.

We got lit in the ladies room.

He was rolling in it.

Cocaine?

Ever ask him

where he got the money?

All right, look, let me
be straight with you, okay?

There's a woman
named Janet Torrens.

She's missing.

She's probably dead.

You see where I'm going here?

You want to join her,
be my guest.

Okay.

I thought he was dealing,
but that's all.

I had no idea he killed people.

Did he say
he killed Janet Torrens?

I never heard
of Janet Torrens until today.

What about Charles Martine?

All I know is I get a call
from some lawyer calls.

Teasdale.

He says Frankie's knee-deep.

He says 25 grand is mine
if I cover for him--

say we were together

and that I dropped him
at the station.

And you said?

I said sure,

but then I thought,
"I don't know these guys

why should I
step in it for them?"

Martine ordered the hit.

Teasdale gave the contract
to Kemp.

Conspiracy to commit
murder, three counts.

Good. Get it on tape.

And you...

stay off those courts.

Right.

Frankie's okay?

Fine.

Getting better
with your help.

He really messed up,
didn't he?

All you need to know

is that you will be helping
Frank out of a jam.

If Frankie's done
something wrong...

I don't know.

I don't really like this.

This should help ease the pain.

25 G's--
that's a hell of an aspirin.

This guy ought to reread
the ethics code.

After the criminal code.

You and Kemp
spent the day together

you had a drink

you hopped in the sack,
you took care of business

and then you went with him
to the train station.

I'm not
very good at this.

For 25 thou,
you'd better be.

Shall we?

Be my guest.

Is English
a second language?

I thought I made it clear,
we have nothing to discuss.

No discussion--
we talk, you listen.

Larry Teasdale,
you're under arrest

for bribery, tampering
with a witness and murder.

I think the counselor
knows his rights.

Case #26747,
People against Franklin Kemp

Larry Teasdale
and Charles Martine.

Charges are murder
in the second degree

three counts.

Conspiracy
to commit murder

in the second degree,
bribery

witness tampering.

Have we got any pleas?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

So far so good-- Mr. Gold knows
how I don't like surprises.

Keep me happy, Paul.

Jail status continued
on Mr. Martine.

$500,000 bail
on Mr. Teasdale and Mr. Kemp.

So ordered.

Wait, your honor...

I'd love to chat, Mr. Gold,

but I have a very full plate.

Have a nice day.

Keep them coming.

BAILIFF:
Case #26748...

We're in for a long trip.

At the arraignment, Martine
was represented by Arthur Gold.

He's almost legendary.

He'll bury us in paper.

He's all fizz and no gin.

Sometimes fizz works.

If you're referring
to the Jacobs case,

that was six years ago.

We were understaffed.

Arthur Gold's laundry list

of frivolous motions
was abusive.

It was enough to get
the murder weapon suppressed.

Enough to beat you.

He wore out the judge.

His last article for the Journal
was called "The Rule of M's"--

Mountains of Motions
Multiply Mistakes.

He said
no prosecutor could survive.

We don't give him a chance.

You cock enough triggers,
one pistol has to go off.

Between Kemp and Teasdale,
one of them will roll

and they'll all go away
for a very long time.

Maybe not.

Teasdale and Kemp are
represented by Gold's shadows--

Styger and Werner.

So?

Schedule Werner at 2:00
and Styger at 4:00.

The case against your client
is stronger than it appears.

The van, the knife and the tape
should paint a clear picture

for a jury.

What is this--
a courtesy update?

I want the man
who hired your client.

You give me
Charles Martine...

And you'll give me a medal?

No. Man one, one count.

15 minimum?

I'd rather roll the dice.

That's fine, but they'll come up
murder two, three counts.

25 to life on each.

Teasdale's tape

has nothing to do with Mr. Kemp.

The van was reported stolen

the blood on the knife
matches that of what?

Four million people
in New York.

Including Janet Torrens.

And you can't
produce a body.

You rest your case.

I move to dismiss.

My client
would have surrendered.

The humiliation of a public
arrest was hardly called for.

I missed the Emily Post chapter
on the etiquette of arrest.

Ben, I thought we were friends.

Once a year, we co-chair a bar
association committee.

Friends? I don't think so.

You're serious about this?

About the bribery, yes, I am.

Alleged bribery.

And the murder of Janet Torrens,
Craig Hovis and Peter Coyle.

You're going away
for a long time, Larry.

Don't be stupid twice.

Don't go down alone.

Give me Charles Martine.

We'll work something out.

Dealing's
a two-way street.

There's nothing you can give me.

You'll never make a case
against my client.

It's all on tape, Miss Styger.

I've got witnesses.

You've got Hamad problems.

Miss McManus was acting
as an agent of the police

when she spoke with my client.

So?

The last time he spoke
with your men in blue--

Cerreta and Logan--

he told them in the future

they should speak
with his lawyer.

I assure you,
I got no calls.

Your precious tape
doesn't get near a jury

and without it,
you've got diddly.

She's got a point.

Under the Hamad decision

if Teasdale asked
for an attorney

it wouldn't make
any difference

if he confessed to shooting
22 people in a Houston automat.

The tape is worthless.

Gold's orchestrating
their joint defense--

nobody talks,
everybody walks.

We still got McManus, she can
testify without the tape.

Is she credible?

It can go either way.

Then I wouldn't bet heavy.

A cross
by Arthur Gold...

Arthur gold doesn't leap tall
buildings in a single bound.

Nine of ten cases
are won without an eyewitness

and Martine, Kemp, and Teasdale
in the courtroom--

the circumstantial evidence
is overwhelming.

That will get you to the door.

It's a toss-up
if it will get you inside.

Have you tried dealing
with all three?

Charles Martine
started the ball rolling.

There's no way
I'd deal with that man.

If you made it worth his while--
one count, man one

with the sentence
to run concurrently

with his federal time,
he'll have to talk.

It's worth it if you
get Kemp and Teasdale.

Without Janet Torrens's body

Martine might
not do federal time

and he's the most culpable.

It's not our duty to determine
relative culpability.

Martine rolls,
all three go to jail.

But not for murder.

Is it you don't want
to deal with Martine

or is it Gold?

Gold's got
nothing to do with it.

Then you'll talk to him.

Is that an order?

Man one?

Don't insult me, Ben.

All right.

If Charles Martine
gives us Kemp and Teasdale

one count, man two.

The sentence runs concurrently

with his federal time.

Janet Torrens
is nowhere to be found.

I doubt there's going
to be a federal sentence.

You're showing your hand, Ben,

and a four flush doesn't beat
a pair of treys.

A woman agrees to testify
against your client

in a federal fraud case
and ends up dead.

You got a death certificate?

I don't need one,
I have motive,

and Teasdale's bribe
is corroboration in my book.

You're on the wrong page, Ben.

Hell, you're
in the wrong volume.

Teasdale called Kemp.

Maybe Teasdale
is the one with motive.

Maybe Janet Torrens
was about to sing his song.

Martine had nothing
to do with any murders.

That's a crock and you know it.

It's also reasonable doubt.

I'll take my chance with a jury.

If you've got the stamina
to get that far.

Now, a clean slate
for Martine.

And maybe then he'll talk.

Don't be ridiculous.

You're still swimming
upstream, Ben.

Open those baby blues.

You can't beat me.

A jury sees a knife,
hears that tape...

You don't think I'm going
to let that happen, do you?

I'll see you in court, Ben.

Hot off the presses.

Gold's suppression motion.

The tape?

And the knife.

Claims they were both
obtained illegally.

And?

The knife's no problem.

The Supreme Court said
that consensual searches

do not invoke
fourth amendment protection.

You talked to Cerreta?

He'll testify tomorrow.

Kemp agreed to let them search
his duffel bag.

The tape's another story.

Cerreta confirms Styger's claim.

Teasdale told them to talk
to him through his lawyer.

The police cannot do
through an agent

what they
couldn't do themselves.

Judge Janklow
is a practical man.

He likes to do the right thing.

Maybe he'll overlook
the letter of the law.

If I weren't bound by oath
to give every litigant

their day in court

I'd enter sanctions
against each of you.

Mr. Gold, I suggest
you read the opinions

of the Supreme Court
on consensual searches

beginning with the latest
sermon from the mount

Florida v. Bostwick.

If the police can
randomly search bus passengers

no stretch of logic
can mandate the inadmissibility

of a consensual search
of a train.

Your Honor,
the case law in this circuit...

Highlights the frivolity
of your motion

and, Mr. Stone,

unless the Hamad case and
it's progeny have been overruled

while I was napping

the tape is as dirty
as last week's laundry.

All right

the knife is in.

The tape is out.

Can we set this down
for trial?

My law professor said
for enough money

he could keep any defendant
out of jail for three years.

Martine's got the bucks.

In a perfect world,
we wouldn't have discovery.

Just go to trial and let
the chips fall where they may.

In a perfect world,
people wouldn't get shot.

Round two from Gold.

This one's for change
of venue.

Excessive publicity
in this county.

I assume the return date
is Monday.

Yeah.

You've really outdone yourself.

Adverse publicity. Really?

The New York papers have
already convicted my client.

I'd be doing myself a favor
by transferring this.

Your Honor...

I know you're opposed, Ben.

Look, Arthur, if you insist
on going through with this

and I waste a whole weekend
reading your papers

I promise you

I'll make the rest of your trip
very difficult.

In light of your
predisposition...

Can the histrionics, Arthur.
We're off the record.

I will agree
to withdraw the motion.

However, some new information
has come to my attention

which could bear
on the outcome of this trial.

Now, since
we're all here

I move
that Mr. Stone be disqualified.

What?

For the last two years

Mr. Stone and Larry Teasdale

have co-chaired
a bar association committee.

There is no relevance...

Any favoritism that Mr. Stone
might show Mr. Teasdale

because of said personal
relationship could prejudice

my client.

Three hours, once a year.

I never so much as had
a cup of coffee with the man.

How can I be sure of that?

The defendants

are being tried together.

They should certainly be

on a level playing ground.

I'm sure
the district attorney's office

can spare another assistant
to prosecute this case.

He's got a valid point, Ben.

I move to sever.

Paul Robinette

will try Mr. Teasdale.

I'll continue
with Kemp and Martine.

You sure, Ben?

Yes, Your Honor, I am.

Anybody here opposed?

No, Judge.

As a matter of fact,
I would consider it an honor

to have the opportunity
to clash swords

with Mr. Stone.

The severance hurts the case.

Remove Teasdale

and the jury sees
no connection whatsoever

between Martine and Kemp.

They could all walk, Ben.

Teasdale is
the weak link.

Now that he's on his own,
he'll roll.

Why should he?

Without the tape

he's got no incentive.

If gold had made the motion,
what would you have done?

You would have hit
the ceiling.

He wanted the severance.

He knew you'd oppose

so he conned you into making
the motion for him

by asking to have you removed.

Gold knew you wanted
another shot at him in court.

He led you to water,
and you dove in head first.

No excuses--
you screwed up.

I thought...

Brains were not
involved here.

You tried to outflex him
and it backfired.

A personal agenda
should be kept on the street

not dragged into a courtroom
where real people get hurt.

You insisted
I deal with the man.

You want me
to back away from severance?

Where do we stand?

We don't.

What do you suggest?

Find a way to make the tape
magically admissible?

The tape is inadmissible
against Teasdale.

Paul is trying him
separately.

You think the judge
would let it in

against Martine and Kemp?

I think you ought to get them
thinking about it.

I don't really like this.
McMANUS:

This should help ease the pain.
TEASDALE:

the day together.
You and Kemp spent

You cooked a meal.

You had a drink.

You hopped in the sack.

You took care of business

to the train station.
and then you went with him

I'm not very good at this.
McMANUS:

For 25 thou, you better be.
TEASDALE:

So what?

It wasn't admissible then,
it's not admissible now.

The tape was inadmissible
against Mr. Teasdale.

The cases have been severed.

Teasdale's being tried
separately.

So as to Mr. Kemp here,
it's a whole new ball game.

I have already submitted
motion papers

for a rehearing.

Now if you still want
to roll the dice, Mr. Kemp

be my guest

but the rest of your life
is a very long time.

WERNER:
What are you putting

in your coffee, Stone?

You're high if you think...

I think this offer is open
for another ten seconds.

Next stop, Mr. Martine.

I doubt if he's willing to take
the chance to let that tape

into evidence.

Man-two, one count.

He serves five.

Murder two, 25.

Man-one, five to 15,
and you got a deal.

And you serve the max.

I told him the parking lot
would be a bust.

Martine?

I never talked to him.

My contact was Teasdale.

I should know better
than to listen to a lawyer.

He wanted me

to do her with a knife
like a mugging.

ROBINETTE:
But Hovis and Coyle

crashed the party?

Everybody knows
this city's nuts-to-butts.

If it hadn't been the suits

it would have been
somebody else.

You should have seen
their faces.

And Janet Torrens?

What? I'm going
to leave her there

with the dead guys?

I want to know exactly
where she is.

CERRETA:
The rats got to her.

Another week, there would be
nothing left but bones.

So much
for "sleeps with the fishes."

The East River--

we'd be lucky
to have the bones.

Six inches,
right across the neck.

I'll call
her parents.

I hope they all
rot in hell.

One more stop
and they will.

It's man-two or nothing.

Mr. Teasdale is directly
responsible for three deaths.

Which you have
no way of proving.

You had nothing
when he was in charge.

Things don't change
that quickly.

Yes, they do, Miss Styger.

Frank Kemp agreed to testify
against your client.

Man-one, one count,
you serve 15.

It's the same
as we gave Kemp.

We're better off
going the distance.

The distance is three terms,
25 to life on each.

Think about it.

Ben...

there's nothing you can do?

We'll take the 15.

GOLD:
that my client has withdrawn

his plea of not guilty
and entered a plea of guilty

and thereby saved this court
the time and expense

of what surely would have been
a lengthy trial

I respectfully request
that Your Honor show leniency

and sentence Mr. Martine

to the mandatory minimum
sentence of 15 to life.

May I remind the court

that Mr. Martine has
a wife and children.

He should have thought of them
before he ordered a murder.

Do you have anything to say
before I pronounce sentence?

No, Your Honor.

Charles Martine,

having pled guilty
to the murder of Janet Torrens

Greg Hovis and Peter Coyle

I sentence you
to three terms each

of 25 years to life
to be served consecutively

in the state correctional
facility in Ossinging

and just be thankful
that is the most severe sentence

the law allows.

( gavel bangs )

GOLD:
Silver platters.

I handed it to you, Ben.

You would never
have thought

to sever those cases

had I not moved
to have you disqualified.

I was going
to use that tape, Arthur.

Severance was
the only way.

You're not that smart.

You never were.

Call me for lunch.

You'd actually eat lunch
with him?

Only if he orders crow.

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