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Make the move. Whoa!

And one. No way.

And one. Technical. Technical.

Technical.

Let's go.

We'll play football with rules.

Oh. All right. That's the line.

He's eight for eight tonight. With a little help from his friends.

Whoa! Make that nine for nine, Marv.

Uncle Mike, it's a climb. A guy with a shot like that's not an all -star.

Uh -huh, huh.

You are raising a heck of a sixth man here, Caitlin.

Sixth man?

I kicked your butt. Mm -hmm, mm -hmm, mm -hmm. They caught me. No problem.

Nice shot.

Val told me you got a job.

Caitlin. Michael, it's my life, and it's time I get on with it. Right.

Where is it?

Hennessy's. On Roosevelt.

Yeah, it's a nice place, Michael, so don't start with me. Okay.

All right. Doesn't this two guard need to get the home run?

Two guard? You mean point guard.

You mean point guard. Keep going. Come on, Danny.

All right. This will be good for me. You'll see. We'll see.

All right. Have a good day, guys. See you.

It's not exactly the end we had planned, but all's well.

Sounds like you're satisfied.

I tracked Von Wagner for eight years.

Would I have liked to see him to trial?

Of course.

But I'll tell you one thing.

He strings himself up, the world is a far better place.

Well, there is an excellent chance that this wasn't a suicide, Agent Becker. You

say tomato?

We say suicide.

Go ahead.

Knock yourself out.

Not my department.

I thought you were smug, John.

Let me guess. The FBI has cleared its books on the bombings. Well, the prime

suspect's dad is more cost -efficient.

Van Wagner was depressed and humiliated. You know, maybe he just couldn't stand

to face the inevitable media circus. Sure. He hung himself without leaving

prints on a belt he shouldn't have had in the first place. I know I believe

that. It's fight 101.

Paranoids don't commit suicide.

I just, I think it's time to face the obvious. With Van Wagner out of the way,

it ties it up in a neat little package.

Okay, do you think we're maybe getting just a little carried away here?

Okay, John, explain the bomb sent while Van Wagner was hospitalized.

That's what I thought.

Look, if someone was smart enough to kill Warren Boyd and then frame Von

for it, I think he'd be smart enough to put the proper postage on his mailbox.

We, um...

We need to look deeper into the Boyd brothers and we need to understand what

Willie Boyd found in that leisure.

And more importantly, why was Van Wagner killed and who's behind it?

And the number one choice for killing Van Wagner?

Tommy Ritigliano transferred down from Danbury pending some kind of motion.

A birdie saw him lingering outside the shower room day in question.

What do we know about it?

Buddy's names end in vowels.

And I'm not talking Shapiro.

You want company?

I'm good.

You need something hollow.

Like a kill for a cup of coffee doesn't hurt when I'm pissed. That's right.

Figure of speech.

Jeez, loosen up, will you?

My zipper down one.

I want to stay right here. There's a double bill at the Midway. Midway hasn't

played double bills in a long time, I hear. Yeah?

Well, if you haven't noticed, I've been out of town a while.

Why is that, Mr. Ticliano?

Well, what is this? Meet the press.

Call me Tommy Cap on account of my pension for cappuccinos. Tell me about

Van Wagner, Tommy.

Who?

You know what?

Government pays me whether I come up with something or not.

Sitting here sure beats the hell out of sweating for that paycheck.

Cereal nut job's all I know.

Bill has you whacking him.

Kind of gives me juice, huh?

You coming to it?

Why would I do that?

Look, unless my lawyer's got some kind of magic rabbit coming out of the hat, I

got 15 years in there.

I want to keep breathing.

I need all the juice I can get.

You gave me your word. I trusted you.

The quitter caught me.

We're investigating your brother's death, Mrs. Payton.

We will solve this. Roy is dead because of me.

I gave you his name.

Why am I even talking to you?

If somebody killed Roy, we're going to find them.

You'll understand if I don't believe you have to hate me.

One time when we were kids, there were some bullies in the playground and they

were teasing me and calling me names.

Roy came running after them with a baseball bat.

They beat him black and blue.

And you know what he said to me afterwards?

He said, it's okay, Rosie.

I'll never let anybody hurt you, Rosie.

How could I do this to him?

If you could provide some names of friends or people that he mentioned.

Washington. Fred Nietzsche. He was ill, Mr. Hayes.

Now you will forgive me, but I have a funeral to arrange.

So, what's new at the big house?

Tommy Richigliano.

Tommy Cap.

I wonder what some mob muscle is doing soaking up the bad bum.

Let's find out.

Mr. Bonero's eating at the moment.

No, no, it's okay, Frankie. Old friend.

Mm -hmm.

Hey, Michael. John.

Sid. You hungry? Eat. No, thanks.

Yeah, right.

Son of a gun's been overcooking his pasta for years. Ought to be a law.

Tell me about Tommy Cap.

He's a criminal. A criminal who grew up in your back pocket.

You never know about the people working for you, do you, Michael? Well, what I

do know is that Tommy Cap wouldn't pick his nose without checking with you

first. Well, I am meeting you. John.

If I find out you're connected to this, I'm going to come back here.

I do not know what you're talking about.

Roy Van Wagner.

Sorry, delivery kid's been sick.

Consequently, I haven't read my paper the last few days.

But I'll tell you this, Michael.

If Tommy Cap's involved with some sort of crap with this Van Gogh character,

it's because he's got more linguine in his skinny head than brains.

Okay.

Okay, so you have nothing to do with this. Hey.

But I lied to you.

You know? Hi. Oh, nice to meet you. Draft.

G &T.

Baccarat. Oh, yeah.

Tungwak meat.

Scotch. If nothing, I'll take scotch.

That's nice.

You want some peanuts?

Fortunately, the quack who calls himself a doctor says me and the devil

cholesterol don't see eye to eye.

Look at you change.

Why don't you keep it, Caitlin?

Caitlin Hayes, right?

Brand new waitress and sister -in -law of our very own U .S. attorney, Michael.

Do I know you?

Mother of the best jump shot in the outer boroughs.

How do you want it?

At the moment, nothing. Tomorrow morning, however, I'd like to speak with

Michael, say, 7 a .m. at this address.

You know, there's a pay phone next to the men's room.

Funny thing, though.

As luck would have it, I'm clean out of change.

Did you get a name? I remember something like that, Michael.

He knew everything about me, that I just started at the bar. You think one of

the other waitresses talked to him? About Danny?

Nobody at the bar knows that I have a son, Michael, and you sure as hell don't

know that my brother -in -law is a U .S. attorney. Okay, that's true. Now, it's

important to remember this is about me and not you, Kate. That is not

comforting. Okay, okay. Listen, I'm going to take care of it.

I'm going to take care of it. What did he look like?

I don't know.

He's like anybody.

But he talked funny.

Funny how?

Like what the hell is he doing in a bar like that?

Like, you know, he should be on public television talking about Greek poets or

something. Okay.

I'm going to go and talk to him.

You're really going to go there?

Yeah. Let's find out what he wants.

Find out what he wants. And if you hear from him again, you call me immediately.

Okay? Now hang in there.

All right?

Thank you for coming, Mr. Hayes. Think it'll rain?

Who are you?

A friend of a friend.

Makes us friends once removed, I suppose.

Why am I here?

I come out here to smoke.

Only place the white spies won't nab me.

Right.

Do you care about my marital world?

Roy Van Wagner, ring the bell?

Do you know why he's dead?

I know you should let him rest in peace.

Let's go to my office. We leave here.

I doubt you'll ever see me again.

As I said, Mr.

Hayes, I'm here as a friend. I don't want to see you get hurt.

The family?

Here's a hint about my family. If you ever come close to them again, you will

cease to exist.

Did you hear me?

Wake up. It's not me you should worry about.

If you step on enough toes, you're bound to get a foot in the face.

Sounds like a fortune cookie. I could lock you up right now. Sure you can, but

then you'd know nothing more than you know now.

And I'd wind up like old Roy, which, believe me, would be the least of my

worries.

These are very serious people, Mr. Hayes. They can get to anyone.

By threat, by seduction.

Well, sometimes they get to you, you don't even know it.

I .E. Ben Wagner.

Exactly. Of course, Law couldn't even light a match that got the world

he was a serial bomber.

Don't think you're immune, Michael.

Can I call you Michael? No.

Do yourself a favor. This Ben Wagner business, let it go.

And if I don't?

Expect a lot more rainy days.

Michael, Ginny Preston is here to see you. She says she's Willie Boyd's

girlfriend.

Send her in.

Miss Preston?

They have been in my home.

They have been in my home. What happened?

Someone broke into my apartment.

Did they take anything?

It just went through my desk.

If I knew what they wanted, I would give it to them.

Who is they?

How the hell should I know?

Whoever killed Willie and Warren.

We haven't proven that those two deaths are related yet. That nutjob Van Wagner.

This isn't a coincidence.

The ledgers that Willie took from the bank.

Did you find anything? Not yet.

It is in there. It has got to be in there. It is why Warren got blown up. It

why Willie... Willie found something about Barkley Brothers.

Isn't it obvious they'll kill to keep it quiet?

Does that mean anything to you? It's a postcard Willie sent Warren while you

were in Hawaii.

Is this important?

I don't know yet.

Do you have a relative you could stay with out of town?

Oh, yeah.

And get them killed, too.

I'm staying with Martha, Warren's wife.

Get the door, man. So I can reach you there if anything comes up? Yeah.

Thanks.

Don't you just love it when two pieces of the puzzle come together nice and

easy? What pieces?

Okay, Tommy Capp, the goon in Sing Sing who more likely than not whacked Van

Wagner. Guess who represented him at his extortion trial? Who?

Matty Wyman.

Same Matty Wyman who helped Van Wagner get out of the nuthouse. Same Matty

who represents John Bernero, head of the family.

So one of Matty Wyman's clients kills another.

Is that a coincidence?

I'm thinking a lawyer knows why.

It's no secret.

I've represented John Bernero for years.

A friend of his dubs his toe, I get a call. It shouldn't be front page.

No.

But when one of your clients kills another... Has Tommy Cat been charged

anything new?

You tell us.

Okay, Michael.

You got me.

I confess.

Four years ago, I got Roy Van Wagner out of a mental institution so I could have

him framed for the murder of Willie Boyd.

Then I had him whacked in a prison toilet by a petty punk whose case I

just so I could cover my tracks.

I'm good, Michael.

Hell, I'm the best.

But nobody's that good.

That Maddie Wyman is dancing as fast as she can.

She said Willie.

What? She said Ben Wagner was framed for Willie Boyd's murder.

So was the tongue. She meant one.

No.

How did she know he had a brother?

Well, I guess I'm kind of confused because I thought that you caught the

sent the bomb. Well, we may have been wrong about that. But the FBI agent

Becker. Tell him, Marty.

Miss Preston.

Miss Preston is Willie Boyd's girlfriend. She was with him in Hawaii

his accident.

Accident.

Yeah, right.

Stop it, Jenny.

Where are we going to hide, Marty? You tell me where we'll be safe and I'll

up.

We thought they were crazy.

Warren and Willie.

Joke's on us.

Do you think they were into something criminal?

You could say that. Willie ran for Congress.

No, that was four years ago, honey. We don't know that that had anything to

do... What else could it be?

He never got past the primary.

We all told him it was a waste of time to run against Holdsworth, but why would

Willie listen to us?

Or Warren, for that matter.

Warren ran his campaign.

Polls closed at seven.

At 7 .15, all three local news stations predicted Willie lost.

Big surprise, right? But what Willie couldn't get out of his head was that

also predicted the voter count to within 320 votes of an eventual count of 90

,000 -something.

All three stations. He should have let it go.

Are you suggesting that someone fixed that election?

No, but, you know, you couldn't tell Willie that.

I'm curious why you didn't mention this the first time we spoke.

Who in their right mind would connect two murders to a dinky primary? Willie

no chance in hell of winning anyway.

Sounds like you're ready to reconsider now, though.

Tell them, Marty.

Tell them.

Warren told me that Willie had found something.

He could prove some sort of fix within. I didn't pay any attention until Jenny

told me about the car crash.

Did Willie ever mention what it was he uncovered?

I listened to him babble for four years.

I didn't want to hear anymore.

Maybe I shouldn't pay attention now.

Robert Holtzworth has held a seat in the 20th Congressional District since 1982.

The last three elections he ran unopposed.

Doesn't sound like a primary that needed fixing.

Meaning?

Well, Martha Boyd lost her husband.

Ginny lost her lover.

Maybe they're looking for a reason. Is there something you're not telling us,

Michael? Someone's on the phone, Michael.

Who is it?

Won't give a name. Said to tell you Panopticon.

Whatever that means.

Line two.

Let me catch up with you later.

Yeah.

Sit.

More, more, more.

Come on.

Did you make a positive ID?

That diver's brought up her bag.

We got all kinds of ID.

Virginia Preston.

Girl goes in for a swim, ends up in the trunk of a Buick.

Where are we going to hide Marty? Don't you see I have a bag?

Emmy thinks she's been under about an hour.

When you get his report, I want to see it ASAP.

You got it.

See

what

happens when you don't listen?

There he is.

I didn't get a name on you.

You can call me Orwell.

That's cute.

That's cute.

Is that you?

If it is, what are you going to do?

Arrest me? Tell me about Panopticon.

Circular... No.

Tell me what it really is.

Sorry, you've got to earn that.

You insist on pursuing... Human.

It's my nature. I fed the lemming to the grasshopper. You don't want to know.

I increasingly think you don't have the brain.

Now, I'm getting pissed off.

If you know something, I want you to tell me right now.

Consequences? That's right.

Well, let me up.

I saw it.

If they say, follow the money, that's what we need. Tell me where it will lead

me. If you're lucky, to the real power.

If I'm not, ask Willie Boyd.

Or his lady friend.

Michael, Rose Payton is here to see you.

Okay, Cinderin. Can you look into that?

Thank you.

Miss Payton.

I had nowhere else to go.

What can I do for you? Prison won't release my brother's body. Well, that's

standard procedure. We have to determine whether it was a homicide or not. He

was tortured in life. Please, just let him find some peace now.

Just say it was a suicide and let me put an end to this.

I can't do that yet.

What difference does it make if somebody killed him? He's still dead.

Let me ask you a question.

Has anyone approached you?

Approached? What do you mean?

Well, the man suspected of killing Roy has ties to organized crime.

And I guess I'm wondering if you've been threatened or not.

Oh, sorry.

Stay.

No. No one has approached me. I just want to bury Roy and get one with my

Is that so difficult to understand?

No, it's not.

Let me look into it.

Thank you, Mr. Hayes.

I followed up on the election angle with these Barkley ledgers that Willie's

girlfriend gave us.

Here.

Take a look at the initials I've marked with the tabs.

Looks like several payments over the years.

Hmm, payments.

M -E -S.

Could be anything, right? Person, place, thing. But I called Albany.

There are 116 corporations currently doing business in this state with those

initials. One of them is called Media Election Services, Inc.

And it's located right here in the apple. Do we know what they do?

Not a clue.

We've been around since the 60s.

Basically, we keep the networks from getting too much egg on their collective

faces. Would you mind explaining that? Sure.

You ever wonder how on election night Dan Rather flashes his projections and

then you flip it over to Peter Jennings? He's got the exact same numbers.

Network statisticians all took the same classes?

Computers put statisticians out of work ages ago, Mr. Hayes. Computers use the

same software.

You're getting warmer.

Let me give you a for instance.

1964, California Republican primary.

Television networks project victory for Barry Goldwater while the morning papers

pick Nellie Rockefeller.

Somebody screwed up. So?

Fourth estate can't have that Mr. Hayes. The public would lose all confidence in

the news media. Then where would we be?

So what happens is the biggies all sit down and decide uniformity is the only

way to breed public confidence.

So you're saying the networks confer before they report results.

That would waste time and money.

They use the same computer.

That's where we come in.

And the networks pay you for the service.

So to speak.

So to speak.

It's pretty spooky.

It's a matter of public record. We've got nothing to hide.

Media owns us.

Lock, stock, and laptop.

And you never receive payments from outside sources?

Never happen.

At a minimum, it would have the appearance of impropriety.

And at a maximum?

Joan, I need to speak to Russell Mackey today before he goes to the press.

You've never heard of this? Are you kidding? It would have been a week -long

series. Now, I contacted somebody I know who knows somebody who's a biggie at

the network news.

What did they tell you?

Oh, nothing big. Just that the government granted MES a legal monopoly

votes. That's a private company.

Monopoly? Makes you feel about two inches, doesn't it? So what you're

the individual counties don't tabulate their own votes?

They count them. I mean, you've got to have checks and balances.

But the interesting thing is the votes are not tabulated until weeks after the

polls close.

Now, if those numbers don't agree with MES's numbers and the media, who just

happens to own MES, they don't report it, nobody ever knows.

And nobody ever checks.

Except the Boyd brothers.

Okay, what's so funny? Oh, I have an investigator that thinks I'm having a

nervous breakdown over here.

Look,

the investment bank that Willie Boyd worked for.

Barclays. Right. They've been slipping big bucks to M -E -S -U -T -T. That's

under the table. Got it. Now, you slip enough, some geek's pinky is going to

slip and hit the wrong button on the keyboard.

Mikey, the government.

Hell, the entire country could be hostage to a cabal facing corporations.

Hey!

Idiot! Up yours!

Church, you have such a drinking problem.

Wait a minute.

You remember that footage on George Bush? It ran on TV every day. I do. You

know, the war hero being fished out of the drink after being shot down. There

was something that always bugged me about that. It was shot in color.

Meaning? Come on, man.

1944. Frank Capper was shooting color film in 44.

I always thought that that was the right place, right time, good for George.

What do you think now?

Now I think maybe fate got a major kick in Goody's. Russell.

Say what?

Let's do a what if here.

What if this guy was picked for the Oval Office 40 years before he even thought

about running?

Now you have to agree, he would owe somebody something big time.

Play it out, Mike. The media is not just a message.

It's the damn reality.

Whoa. I'll tell you. This is the kind of story us old pros call a whopper.

And you're not going to do anything with it?

Don't worry about it, Mike. You're not listening to me. You're not going to

touch Russell.

The last person that ordered me not to publish was a certain senator from

Massachusetts. Russell, I'm not ordering you to do anything.

I am collecting on 25 years of favors. If the Boyd brothers were killed over

this, I want to prove it in court, not in your column.

Okay? You serious?

I'm serious, Russell.

Sirius is a heart attack.

It's kicking my ass that this could happen in America.

Wall Street fixing elections and using a mob to cover his tracks.

Eddie, I would think you of all people... Don't even think about going

John. I was referring to your suspicious nature.

So are we saying the Barclay brothers rigged a congressional election?

Why stop there? Let's say they put the president in office, too.

The answer's got to be in the postcard Willie sent to Warren.

Answer to what?

Connecting the players. I don't know.

People, look into yourselves now. Come on, now.

For all we know, this could be a damn bingo card, and we're acting like this

Big Brother's zip code. Michael, they're going to laugh you out of court with

this. Won't be the first time.

Jenny, would you recap, please?

Okay.

A Wall Street investment bank has been writing checks to the company that

tabulates election results for broadcast to the American people.

Willie Boyd, the work for Barkley Brothers...

sends his brother Warren an undecipherable postcard before each of

untimely deaths.

Homeless, paranoid schizophrenic surfaces as the apparent killer of

is allegedly strangled in the prison shower by one Tommy Kapp Rizzigliano, a

longtime associate of mob boss John Bernero.

If we can find a link, we could prove conspiracy.

If you add another name, you might be able to.

Maddie Wyman.

I want to subpoena all her files.

Okay?

I'm sorry, Ms. Wyman's in conference. I can't disturb her. This is a federal

subpoena, which means she can and she will be disturbed right now.

It's okay, Gwen.

Are you in charge, Ms. Strauss?

Yes, I am.

Good for you.

Expedited motion to quash your subpoena.

Hearings tomorrow. Judge Webster's chamber, 9 a .m.

Oh, and, uh...

Thanks for saving me the cost of a process.

Nobody's been indicted, Your Honor. Nobody's been charged with any crime.

That will change as soon as I receive the materials I'm looking for. This is a

fishing expedition, pure and simple. No, it's harassment, Your Honor, of me and

my clients, purely on counsel's whim.

That whim you are referring to, Your Honor thought was sufficient enough to

amount to probable cause.

For what?

Why don't you explain it for the record, Counselor? Thank you, Your Honor. We

believe that Roy Van Wagner was murdered by one Thomas Vertigliano in a federal

facility. Miss Wyman represents both men. We feel she may be withholding

evidence to motive for said crime.

Attorney Klein, privilege, attorney, work product. Has Mr. Hayes never heard

these concepts? We further feel... that there's an ongoing conspiracy to cover

this crime and others. If that is the case, it nullifies privilege.

With all due respect, the United States Attorney is bootstrapping.

He's willing to violate privilege in order to see if privilege can be

And it's damn good at it, too.

I'm going to dismiss defense motion to quash. Your Honor. Hold your horses,

Counselor. All documents will be submitted through my clerk with the

instructions to redact any items that will violate privilege or any issues not

pertinent to the government's investigation.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Michael, talk about putting a chill on the defense bar. The Iceman cometh,

Maddie. Here I'm flying. I'm involved in Ben Wagner's murder. Ben Wagner, Warren

Boyd, that's the beauty of conspiracy. You're all tied together.

I'll have the files sent to Chambers this afternoon. I have marshals at your

offices. You don't trust me at all, do you, Michael?

Should I, Maddie?

What are you all excited about, Maddie?

A U .S. attorney sniffing through my files. Not ever starters.

Your files, John. Tommy Capp.

Is there anything in there connecting either of us to Jim Wagner's death?

Of course not.

So what's the problem?

That I am out on a very shaky limb alone.

You told me you'd protect me. You told me these people would have all the bases

covered. And John Bernaro doesn't lie.

Especially to his beautiful attorney.

So you think we can track these guys, John?

If we can't, I get mad.

And you know what happens when I get mad.

Now eat, you feel better relaxed.

Listen to this.

John Bonero owns three trucking companies, an art gallery in Soho, and

major shareholder in four publicly traded companies.

Michael with bigger than U .S. Steel.

What do we have?

Sides of hernia?

Oh, Ms. Wyman certainly pulled a lot of trees.

Paper trail, lawyer's curse.

She's either kosher or doing a lot of cleaning up, but there's no mention of

Winger anywhere. Or either one of the boys. Hey, let's keep looking.

Wait a second.

All notions of democracy, freedom, choice, free elections are an illusion.

familiar?

Van Wagner's manifesto. The original handwritten copy.

Looks like all 30 ,000 words.

Wyman could have sent a copy to the newspaper to set Van Wagner up.

Have her in my office first thing tomorrow.

Listen to your own advice, Michael.

All we know, this whole election thing is absurd as it sounds.

Hmm. But something is not right.

Okay.

Okay.

Do you want to tell me who's really running the country?

The Trekkies.

People in velour shirts.

Conventions.

This is really ridiculous.

I gotta go.

that are falling fast asleep.

Is it possible?

Is it possible that everything we've been taught is not only

wrong, but a carefully constructed lie?

Is it possible that everything we hold as fact, history,

science, even ourselves, is deception.

Is that possible?

Wait, wait, wait.

Will you spring for an elevator?

Oh, excuse me. Russell, Capeman, Caelan Russell.

Hi. Hi.

You gonna be okay?

I'm gonna be fine.

You? Yeah. Okay.

Tomorrow? I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Bye.

Come on in.

I hope I didn't interrupt anyone.

You got something?

Thanks, Bill.

Come here.

Now, I've been playing around with that postcard that Willie Boyd sent from

Hawaii.

This is what was written on the card, right? Right.

I'm thinking to myself, maybe we're focusing in on the wrong thing.

Maybe it's not the numbers that are important, but the word.

So I start doodling around, you know, switching letters and whatnot.

The problem is I was never a wizard anagram, so I get nowhere quick.

You came across town to tell me you're illiterate? No.

I spent the cab fare to tell you that I can count at least up to seven, which

just happens to be the number of letters in the word revisit.

So tell me, counselor.

What else? A phone number. Mm -hmm.

Bingo. So I start staring at my dial. Whose number is it?

Rose Payton.

Van Wagner's sister.

I never went to law school.

But to me, this earns her a visit.

Now, Mrs. Payton's been here since I bought the place.

Twelve years ago. When did she move out?

This afternoon.

Two hours. It cleaned out the whole place.

I moved down the hall once. Took me a week.

Did she tell you where she was going?

No. She didn't even take her deposit.

Five to two, the post office doesn't have a phoning address.

She set up her brother.

End of story, case closed.

Damn it, Michael. You might have time to go on a ridiculous scavenger hunt, but

I've got a practice to run.

If I were you, I would put that in past tense money.

What? I pulled some strings to get a client out of a speeding ticket?

Van Wagner's original handwritten manifesto.

It should have been a little more thorough.

Well, I haven't seen that in a long time.

Still doesn't prove anything.

It certainly doesn't make me complicit in a homicide.

If I were you, I would reread my conspiracy laws, Counselor.

I'm not going away, Manny.

As we speak, there's a federal judge executing a warrant for the Barkley

brothers' files.

Four people were murdered to cover up rigged elections. I'm going to bring

everyone involved.

And if Rose Payton is involved, I'm going to find her and prosecute her.

a promise.

It's business, Michael.

Their naivete is their consolation.

You're going to take that away from them?

Sure. Go ahead.

Prosecute me.

But I assure you, you've got your claws in the wrong tree.

Would you like to call your lawyer now?

Is this where it happens?

The pancake man flipped me up the daisy chain. Your choice.

What happened to you, Maddie?

John Bonero, you're under arrest for murder and conspiracy to commit election

fraud.

Cut him.

I'm from the United States Attorney's Office.

This is a search warrant for all your files from the last ten years.

I mean, do you actually think it was luck that bumped you upstairs?

They came to me.

And they will again.

I want the names.

Maybe I'll wait for my lawyer this time.

So.

Gentlemen.

Madeline Wyman, you're under arrest for election fraud and conspiracy to commit

murder.

Don't fool yourself, Michael.

There's no turning back.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hayes.

Tell me about Rose Payton.

Gone with the wind.

Thing is, I saw this kid on the news filled Madison Square Garden with 10

dominoes. Tickled the first one ever so slightly.

Two hours later, the last one came crashing down.

There's more.

Art of darkness, my friend. You're not even close.

Remember, these people, they don't take hostages.

What happens now?

That's up to you.