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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.

"Rich, handsome,
Ivy League grad..."

You putting that one in again?

(grunts) He wants a
devoted 20-year-old.

(laughs) He should
get himself a horse.

Hey, Wilson!

C'mere!

Logan: It's like the wild, wild
West. Everybody's packing now.

Hey! Whoa!

Every joker and his
uncle's got an assault rifle.

So what's that mean? Every
rookie's gotta have a semi-automatic?

You ban submachine guns,
I'll be happy with my .38.

Tell it to your
congressman, will ya?

The body's really wet.
I think he was drowned.

Well, they drown
them in the Hudson,

then they pull them up
and dump them here, see?

If he'd have been drowned in
the Hudson, he'd have dissolved.

Well, they soaked
him in something.

Ahhh...

everything makes sense.

Shot then drowned.

Male, 35-40. Shot with a .22.

One in the chest,
went right through.

Two to the right
side of the head.

Afraid they'd miss
the brain, huh?

- Whew! Ripe one.
- Breathe through your mouth.

The slugs went to ballistics.

Did you get a label for the tux?

Yeah. Tailor-made.
Sugarman, Fifth Avenue.

- Prints?
- Sent them out,
but wouldn't count on them.

The body was a popsicle.

Ice crystals in his organs.

- He was frozen.
- Frozen?

- How long?
- That party
he was dressed for?

I'd say he was on his
way four or five years ago.

(theme music plays)

Five years and they got nothing?

Skinny guys, yeah. Big
guys, Missing Persons has zip.

The tailor who
made the tux is dead.

- There's no records.
- Wearing a tux, not homeless...

no one cared enough to miss him?

Somebody cared
enough to freeze him.

15th Street, meat packing
district... meat freezer?

They don't freeze meat. It goes out
fresh to grocery stores and restaurants.

10 block radius of that dumpster,
let's do all the restaurants.

After five years, what
are we even looking for?

Well, how about something
that might place the body there?

You got a better idea?

- And if we don't find anything?
- We do the next 10 blocks.

Cerreta: If I have to look into
one more restaurant freezer,

I'm never going
to eat out again.

This place, they kiss
each other on both cheeks

and you need a gun
to make a reservation.

I got the gun... I
don't do cheeks.

Yo! Yo! You don't mind
I take a look, do you?

Yeah, okay. But the condenser's
busted, it's gotta be replaced.

You know, this really
ain't a good time.

That right? What time's it gonna
be, we have to get a warrant?

I know what you
guys are lookin' to do...

You want the health inspectors
to throw my food away, right?

- Take it easy.
- Tell him to get
outta there, huh?

My orange juice is gonna go bad.

- (chuckles)
- Yeah, laugh! It's funny, huh?

You guys don't
know when to let up.

You always make your
orange juice wearing a tux?

The man's in the
restaurant business.

He doesn't stow bodies.

You know, the Forcelli family
disposes of more bodies than fettuccini.

A stiff turns up in your freezer and
you don't know anything about it?

Cerreta: Your
father ran numbers,

your uncle is under
indictment for racketeering...

I got an ID on the prints.

A Mr. Joshua Foster,
Broadway producer.

File's coming from
Midtown South.

That's great! Why the hell didn't
Missing Persons have something on him?

Why does it always
rain on my birthday?

Somebody screwed up,
don't take it out on me.

What about this guy?

Well, he can't be too high
on the Forcelli family ladder.

No felonies.

What are you
pushing me around for?

Mario?

Do you have any
pals on Broadway?

Yeah, the counterman at
the deli on West 47th Street.

Yo! What is this crap?

I'm in Curacao
working on my tan,

I come back, they
find a stiff in my freezer,

- I freaked out
a little bit, okay?
- Disposing of a body?

That's obstruction and
accessory to murder.

What's wrong with you
guys? I called around...

"Anybody hit last week
what's in my fridge?"

Wait a minute... he's gonna whack
someone then stick them in his own freezer?

Let me tell you guys
something for the last time, okay?

This ain't ours. We
didn't whack this guy.

We want your employee
records for the last five years.

And then maybe we won't hit you
with obstruction, do understand me?

Wash your hands of this.

Thank you, I thank
you very much.

- (slams phone)
- You break it, you pay for it.

This is an investigation?
Three detectives on here,

they were all sleeping,
I guarantee you.

Mario's busboys and waiters,
most of them don't have records.

No guns, no homicides.

Let's start with the sister, she's
the one who reported him missing.

She's a high school teacher.

Maybe she's with the
Forcelli mob. Good.

What side of the
bed did he get up on?

The side with five-year-old
cases you're not going to break.

I always expected a phone call.

- "We found your brother."
- Cerreta: Hmmm?

In other words, you thought
somebody had killed him?

No, I mean before
he disappeared.

I always thought they'd say he
was in a gutter, on the Bowery.

What, a big Broadway producer?

He was only
successful after he died.

After "Bleak House."

Before that, Josh did three.

They all ran for a
total of 11 nights.

Sometimes I even
had to pay his rent.

He was a failure... he couldn't
even get a date in high school.

I mean, he was finally normal.

He was... he had this
big show, he was in love.

Who was he in love with?

Who else? An
actress... Leslie Hart.

Without Joshua, I
don't know where I'd be.

I... wasn't much of an actress.

He told me I could
be a producer.

That was his way...

Fixing everybody's life.

Did he have debts?
Mr. Foster... did he gamble?

He gambled on the theater.

And me.

The play, "Bleak House"...
A friend of mine wrote it...

We were kids.

He just waved his magic wand.

"Close your eyes. Wish.

I'll make it happen."

Did he seem at all
preoccupied to you? Worried?

About the show?

Wedding?

Could we do it
after the opening?

Crazy things... should
we serve shrimp or lobster?

In the first investigation,
you told the police

that you weren't concerned
that he didn't come to rehearsals.

Other projects, meetings.

It wasn't unusual.

Mr. Foster have any
connections to organized crime?

You mean the mafia?

Yeah.

Joshua hardly had any friends.

How about his partner...

Mr. Wallace?

Gary would know.

Man: five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four...

Hey, where's your attitude,
folks? We'll take it again.

Alan... 10 minutes?

Okay, take 10 guys.

Well, like I told the
police five years ago,

I... hardly knew him.

You invested with a
man you hardly knew?

Detective, I have
people... Doctors, dentists...

They like owning part
of a Broadway musical.

Me, I wouldn't invest my own
money in the Second Coming.

The day before his sister
reported him missing,

did you happen
to talk to Foster?

Five years? It's
hard to remember?

Well, you told
the police, quote:

"My driver left
me at the theater.

I expected Mr. Foster,
but he never arrived."

If that's what I said,
I'm sure it's true.

Your partner
disappears, it seems like

you might remember
when you last talked to him.

Either you're not very
subtle, or I'm very paranoid.

Am I a suspect?

I'm just testing your memory.

He brought me a
property, I produced it.

I had no reason to hurt him.

So he hardly knew
Mr. Foster, huh?

That makes sense... didn't
know him, couldn't kill him, right?

What about the
girlfriend? How old is she?

29. So?

Five years ago,
she's 24, he's 39.

Yeah, well, May-December
romance is not exactly unheard of.

Yeah, but December usually
comes with Santa Claus.

Mmm?

Foster didn't have a dime.
He's poor, she's beautiful.

She's an actress... she's got
guys hangin' all around her.

She's gonna fall
for Mr. Big Dreams?

This Ms. Hart and this
partner who doesn't know him...

If those are his
friends, well...

Where are you goin'?

Jimmy, Phil.

Pull some yellow
sheets for me, will you?

You're buying this?

Wallace and Foster were
partners, but they were strangers?

Then there's the girlfriend.

Foster's sister tells us

he couldn't get a date
at the senior prom.

This actress latches
on, he disappears.

Fellas, I'm not
arguing with you,

but a motive would be nice.

I wouldn't trust either
one with my laundry.

Oh, great, absence of
trust... That'll get you an arrest.

No, but this might.

"Hart, Leslie: soliciting
for prostitution."

She was 22... no time.

Year later, criminal
possession, coke.

Plead down to a misdemeanor.

Sweet, innocent kid.

Okay, it's a start. The
writer of this show...

Hyland... he went
to college with her.

Try stimulating his memory.

Barbara Streisand... hey, Neil
Sedaka would've been okay.

I just wanted to sell a song.

Did Foster miss a lot
of these rehearsals?

A new third act... I was
surprised he didn't come.

Well, now, Mr. Hyland, you
told the police five years ago

that you weren't surprised...
So, I mean, which is it?

Cerreta: Your old college
friend, Leslie Hart...

Did she seem worried?

Uhh... I suppose so.

Suppose... you didn't ask her?

You write songs, make up lyrics.

Try writing a melody called
"Accessory After The Fact."

(huffs)

That week, we were
supposed to rebuild some sets.

They didn't do it.

Josh said they were
runnin' out of money.

The day he disappeared...
Did you talk to him?

Look, I didn't want
to accuse anybody.

The show... if it didn't happen,
I would've been nowhere.

If you withhold evidence, you're
gonna be somewhere, and not this nice.

Gary and Josh were
seeing new investors.

Josh said he'd be at rehearsal
that night with good news.

He never came to the theater.

So did Wallace come
up with the good news?

Gary came late.

He looked sick... Said
it was bad seafood.

Said he never saw Josh,
didn't know where he was.

You believed him?

I made mistakes. I was young.

You make a right turn from
the left lane... that's a mistake.

Prostitution and drug dealing?

I was broke.

It was an escort service,
not sex for money.

No, drugs for money.

Can we tie something down here?

- The night
Mr. Foster disappeared...
- I told him, all of it.

The drugs, everything.

You were at rehearsal?

I guess.

Five years ago.

I've lived a
lifetime since then.

- Mr. Wallace was
with you that night?
- He probably would have been.

He was not with Mr. Foster
looking for new investors?

Your production... we heard they
were cracking open the piggy banks for it.

They were running out of money.

Josh and Gary never
told me. I... maybe...

I know that week he was seeing
a woman named Marilee Katz.

She books charity parties.

They were running out of money.

Why do you think
they came to me?

You don't look like a banker.

Theater charity parties,
Detective... you don't need a banker.

I take your show to the United
Way for their annual benefit,

they fill your entire theater.

Did you sell tickets
for "Bleak House"?

Do I look like I'm crazy?

I don't book a show if I
don't think it's gonna open.

Everybody knew that that
show was in financial trouble.

The night you
talked to Wallace...

You want to open your diary
now and tell us when he was here?

The IRS, they tell
you seven years.

After two field audits,

I keep my diaries forever.

Gary Wallace... he produced
more dogs than a mongrel in heat.

Do you really think that
Gary could have done it?

Whoever killed Josh Foster, it
wouldn't have been somebody like Gary...

The time he was here...
Please, ma'am, thank you.

Sorry.

I saw him 6:00 p.m.,

had a dinner reservation,
Denovi's in the Village, 8:00 p.m.

Had to be out of here by 7:00.

7:00 to 9:00, Wallace
could have been anywhere.

- It doesn't nail him.
- What else have we got?

We don't know where Wallace
was, we don't know where Hart was.

The original investigation... that could've
been in Swedish for all it tells us.

Too many young detectives.

Gentlemen.

Now, for me, if I
was gonna get shot,

I'd like to be wearing a tux.

You'd hit all the big
parties, would ya?

For this kind of
occasion, I'd rent.

The blood splatter...
See how it's pooled?

He was sitting down.

On what? Something soft.

I'd say a cushion, sofa,
could have been a bed.

How about a car seat?

Possible.

Maybe.

Young detectives.

Again?

Logan: We love the theater.

That rehearsal, the one
that Mr. Foster missed...

You were there all night?

You remember where
you were five years ago?

Yeah, I remember I wasn't in
business with a man who disappeared.

Look, you said you were
driven to the theater, right?

So? It's a crime to
ride in limousines?

Use a service, your own car?

- I had a driver.
- Still got him?

I fired him.

He used to leave a shot of bourbon
on the dashboard. It made me nervous.

You remember his name?

(chuckles)

Yeah, it was Danner.

Lloyd Danner... I hired
him from some service.

He worked for me
maybe six months.

And do I remember
anything else about him? No.

Cragen: "Danner, Lloyd.

Dannemora, five-to-15,
criminal possession two.

A knife fight.
Died in the yard."

That's convenient...
Mr. Wallace remembers

his driver, who just
happens to be dead.

The cellmate, Paul.

It's our only shot...
Cons talk to cellmates.

Let's offer this
cellmate a deal.

Yeah... Pollard.

Major narcotics.

Judge McKay says he should
stay in his cell till he rots.

Come on, we don't cut this guy a
deal, there's no use talkin' to him.

This crime is five
years old, Paul.

McKay says if it's
absolutely necessary.

I'll drive. Good.

Okay, so you spent a year in a cell
with Danner and you might remember.

Lloyd had his fingers
in a lot of pies...

What flavor do you want?

I saw the papers.
Body in a dumpster?

You can read... that gets
you a diploma, not a deal.

How about frozen pie?

Newspapers say
anything about a freezer?

I got two years yet.

I want to be out by my
wedding anniversary.

That's next week.

You have the right information, your
sentence might get reduced to time served.

- Write me a ticket.
- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

Before anything gets written on
paper, you tell us about that freezer.

Paid hit.

Lloyd kept calling him
the Frozen Fat Man.

Paid by who?

How'd they get rid of the body?

Lloyd's brother-in-law.
Stuck it in the freezer.

Gabe Hunt.

Sound familiar?

Gabriel Hunt, works at
Mario's as a dishwasher?

Yeah, Mario's.

Where's my ticket?

Lawyer: Come on... crap from
some con you made a deal with.

- Cerreta: Mr. Hunt
worked at the restaurant.
- With 20 other people.

You never know what
a grand jury's gonna do.

Hindering prosecution...
Third degree.

No, no... the DA
says hindering two,

and the deal dies if it turns
out Mr. Hunt held back.

Lloyd calls me, meets
me at the restaurant.

Stiff in the backseat.

Why he got dead, I don't know.

You pry open that
bench in the freezer?

Lloyd had to ditch
the guy quick.

You know, he
figured we'd go back.

Two days later, Mario fires me.

I figured, what the
hell, who'll find him?

It must have done wonders
for the car upholstery.

We cleaned it up,

took it back to the dealer.

Come up with a name.

Big place, 12th Avenue.

Eisenstein.

Mr. Gary Wallace...
Leasing here for years.

Always Cadillacs?

Cadillacs... that's the United
States of America. Like Columbus.

Columbus was Italian.
Cadillac was French.

Five years ago, October...

Mr. Wallace returned
a car and we sold it.

Yes, I have the owner.

I know the law.

Why you have to dismantle
my car, Constable?

Answer me that now.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rowley, at the moment
this car is a crime scene, not a car.

Lot of customers
won't travel gypsy cab.

She's not a luxury model.
She take my entire savings!

I know that.

The slugs from the body
match the slug from the car.

Dried blood inside the seat.

It's too old for DNA, but
it's a match on Foster's.

Antigens, proteins and
enzymes... 85% it's the same.

Inside the seat, wool from the
tuxedo, and it's a perfect match.

And no motive.

Come on, Paul, this
case is five years old.

We make an arrest, maybe
we shake a motive loose.

If Foster wasn't
killed in Wallace's car,

somebody in the same
tux with the same gun was.

- You can't put
Wallace in the car.
- Hey, his alibi stinks.

I don't know.

If it doesn't shake
out, we look imprudent.

If we don't arrest,
we're gonna look worse.

If that driver starts
talking about his car,

somebody's gonna add it up.

Call Rikers, get
Mr. Wallace a cell.

Judge: Have we got a clerk here?

Is he on break, or what?

The People versus Gary Wallace.

The charge is
murder, second degree.

Is the defendant
ready to enter a plea?

Your Honor, if it
please the Court...

Mr. Cobb, you couldn't
please this Court

if you danced an Irish
jig on your fingertips.

Can we get a plea?

Not guilty.

Somebody talk to me about bail.

Your Honor, a
five-year-old crime.

My client is a respected
businessman...

Whose car was used
in the crime, Counselor.

Mr. Robinette?

The People request
200,000, Your Honor. All cash.

Mr. Robinette, do you
know me to be vindictive?

Bond'll be fine.

300,000.

Where's my clerk?

Five years and a
slug in a car seat?

That's a murder case?

It's grounds for an indictment.

One plus one equals zero.

No motive plus no
witness equals no case.

Josh Foster was my friend.

Friend?

You told the detectives
you barely knew him.

Get an indictment... I'll have
it dismissed before it's typed.

He's not gonna give us a motive.

Somebody had to have a motive.

Leslie Hart lied to the
cops, and she has a record.

Joshua was so innocent,
you wanted to make sure

he wore his
overcoat in the winter.

He didn't wear it
when he was shot.

I didn't see him that night.

- And Mr. Wallace?
- Gary wouldn't kill Josh.

It was that driver,
what's-his-name?

He was like out of
a gangster movie.

You know about gangsters?
Drug-dealing gangsters?

I dealt drugs
because I was poor.

The night Mr. Foster
disappeared,

you told police that
you were in rehearsal.

We can't find anyone who
saw you there before 9:00.

This Lloyd, whatever
his name is...

He killed the man
I was gonna marry.

And I didn't come
here to be accused.

You should've held off
on the arrest, my friend.

Getting us where? The case was
high profile before we touched it.

You have an old crime,
you have no motive.

What do you mean, no motive?

A lot of money floating
around before Foster died.

I go looking for motive, I find the
old standbys... ambition and greed.

Unfortunately, you'll need something
a little more specific for a jury.

I had a call this morning from
Bart Sharman, Producers Alliance.

He says Wallace isn't respected,

but nobody thinks
he's a murderer.

What is this, a trial
by popularity poll?

I don't know who gave the order,

but Hart and Wallace were there.

One of them ordered
that driver to kill Foster.

I'd bet my shoes on it.

Hart may be a candidate,

but the hit man was
Wallace's chauffeur.

What kind of record did he have?

His yellow sheet
started in the womb.

Does somebody want to tell me how
an ex-con keeps a chauffeur's license?

Thanks.

Six months before Foster
disappeared the driver had a hearing.

Taxi and Limousine
Licensing Board.

- He lost his license.
- And got it back... character testimony.

- Gary Wallace?
- And Leslie Hart.

God bless her.

She kept calling
him what's-his-name.

Couldn't remember
him, but testified for him.

Third character witness...
Hyland, the songwriter.

Hart and Wallace,
we'll never break them.

But Hyland, we may have a shot.

Leslie asked me to do it.

Danner seemed perfectly nice.

A violent ex-con?

Manners out of Amy
Vanderbilt, I'm sure.

I didn't know about his record.

It was a character hearing,
not a meeting of his fan club.

You have to understand,

Leslie...

she's... persuasive.

What did she persuade Foster of?

I will call you as a witness.

I will ask you, why did
you testify for Danner?

If I find one iota of evidence,

you'll find yourself
indicted as a co-conspirator.

The afternoon before
Josh disappeared,

he asked me if Leslie was
cheating on him... with Gary Wallace.

Wearing tuxedos all the
time, hangin' on Leslie.

He was so pathetic.

He said if Leslie was using him,
he wouldn't go through with it.

- Go through with what?
- He wouldn't raise more money.

He'd let the show die.

She cheats on him,

and he's ready to
toss away $7 million?

All I know is,

they're out of money,
Josh disappears,

and then... everything's fine.

Foster disappeared and all
the problems went with him.

If we can find out where Hart and Wallace
got the money, we may have a motive.

Ben, I've checked
the bank records...

Hart, Foster, Wallace,
the partnership.

Which partnership?

The musical, the
general partners.

Find out if there's
a separate account

for the limited partners...
Foster and Wallace.

Two checks, $500,000 each,

from different
holding companies,

deposited to the partnership
account in Hart's name

two days after
Foster disappeared.

- Who controls the companies?
- Cocaine dealer named Ketcham,

- now he's into heroin.
- Cocaine, Ketcham...

Leslie Hart's drug bust eight years
ago... Ketcham was busted with her.

The money she invested
in the show, the million

dollars... he did a
deal with her, right?

He's done well for himself...
Townhouse on East 83rd.

And guess who else
he was in business with?

The dead chauffeur, Danner.

Let's find out
who his lawyer is.

This is a discussion
of his finances?

Your client has
the wrong friends.

Josh Foster's
murder? Oh, please.

Mr. Ketcham was in the
drug business with the hit man.

Trumped up... I
didn't serve a day.

Neither did
Mr. Foster's girlfriend.

Leslie? I lent her some money.

There's no record
she paid you back.

I'm generous.

Whattya got? Loose threads.

Which we'll turn into a
rope to hang your client.

The "Bleak House" money,
your client's checks...

The money was invested in Leslie
Hart's name. That's a Title 18 felony.

You have nothing.
Lending money isn't a crime.

Neither is having
the wrong friends.

Next time you want to make my
life unpleasant, do it over the phone.

I said Title 18
felony, he didn't blink.

Adam: Why not? That's
what I asked myself.

A clear securities
violation, he's not worried?

- There's only one answer.
- Bigger problems on his mind.

He's already under federal indictment...
racketeering, drugs, extortion.

He gets convicted of that,
he goes up for 30 years.

If I'm about to
hear what I think...

Call the US Attorney's
office... Herb McCann.

Forget it, they're not
doing us any favors.

Adam, please... this woman
uses people like Kleenex.

I don't want her to walk.
Get McCann to help us.

Oh, I tell you...

Elliot Ketcham? He gets
a deal over my dead body.

We have a dead body
with three holes in it.

10 months, 2,000
man-hours into Mr. Ketcham.

I make a deal with him,
my staff guys will revolt.

I have a five-year-old case,
doesn't break without him.

What's in it for me?

One less defendant to convict.

You want to use
Mr. Ketcham, here's the plea.

He testifies against
his co-conspirators,

three federal counts,
three years on each count.

- Nine years?
- What are you, his lawyer?

I'm not bargaining
here. Nine years.

Ketcham'll never go for that.

Yeah, that's your problem.

You want to make a deal?

I'll testify for you.

The feds drop everything.

Where are you planning
to retire, Mr. Ketcham?

(laughs) I'm too
young to think about it.

Think about Kansas.

The feds add Title
18 to your indictment,

your golden years'll
be in Leavenworth.

Suppose the feds'll take a plea.

- Suppose you already
talked to them.
- Suppose I did.

You testify against
your co-conspirators,

three counts, six
years each count.

18 years?

Mr. Ketcham will take
his chances at trial.

You want to get back to us...

Stone: Make an offer.

You give us
immunity on this case.

On the three federal counts,

three years each,
nine years total.

Nine years?

It's hard to imagine the
US Attorney'll settle for that.

Well, it's hard to imagine my
client'll help you if they don't.

Make your call.

How long should this
imaginary call take?

Let 'em stew.

10, 15 minutes
should do the trick.

Nine years...

You cooperate, it's a done deal.

Lloyd Danner calls me,

says Leslie wants to move
70, 80 pounds of coke.

- She tell you why?
- She wants to buy
into this show,

get this fat man
Foster off her back.

She says if she
owns a piece of it...

she can get rid of him.

Call Cerreta and Logan.

You know, there's
a lesson in this...

Never fall in love
with an actress.

Rex Harrison said it...
They never stop acting.

Logan: Ms. Hart.

Leslie Hart, you're under arrest
for the murder of Joshua Foster.

- Is this some kind of a joke?
- A sketch for your new show.

Will you put some cuffs on
her and get her in the car?

Hands behind your back, please.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

Leslie and me, when
we were younger,

we sold some drugs together.

Now, on this occasion,
five years ago,

when Ms. Hart asked you to
purchase cocaine, did she tell you why?

Objection... calls for hearsay.

Overruled. Utterance in
furtherance of a conspiracy.

Judge: Mr. Ketcham?

Ketcham: Some people
had fronted us some coke.

She wanted to put some of
her own money in the show.

Otherwise, she'd have to
marry this fat slob to get anything.

When the narcotics
were delivered,

did Mr. Foster say
anything to you?

Ketcham: He was
nervous, shaking.

I think this jerk doesn't know
cocaine from shoe polish.

He's watchin' Leslie
unload the trunk

and he says real loud,
"She's beautiful, isn't she?

But if she did anything to hurt
me, I'd call the cops on her."

Did Ms. Hart hear what he said?

She heard, and
she didn't like it at all.

Mr. Ketcham, did you
recommend that Ms. Hart

hire Mr. Danner as a driver?

She wanted muscle. She said you
never knew, it might come in handy.

Thank you. No further questions.

Who paid Mr. Danner's salary?

As far as I know, Wallace.

Hanley: So Ms.
Hart never hired him?

No. No, not really, no.

Mr. Ketcham, this
federal indictment...

In your plea bargain, you agreed
to how many years in prison?

Nine years.

What was the maximum sentence?

30 years, give or take.

You saved yourself 21 years...

Is that an inducement
to tell the truth?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

I have no questions
of this witness.

Have you ever seen the defendant,
Gary Wallace, before today?

About a year ago... The
visitors room in Dannemora.

He came to see Lloyd.

What was Mr. Danner's
mood after that visit?

Pollard: Lloyd went nuts.

He said they knew
he was up for parole,

and they were talkin' about
that he better watch his back,

and not talk about the
fat man if he got out.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Pollard...

what crime did you commit
that put you behind bars?

- Dope dealin'.
- Is that all?

Was there an assault conviction

for beating up a
56-year-old woman?

That was my sister-in-law.

Well...

that certainly
makes it acceptable.

No further questions.

I waited for Josh to show up.

He said that they'd be
there with a new investor.

Stone: At this
rehearsal, were either

Mr. Wallace or Ms. Hart present?

Mr. Wallace... he said that
he would be there about 8:00.

He got there about 9:30.

And Leslie showed up
about a half an hour later.

Now, this conversation
with Mr. Foster,

when you told him that
Mr. Wallace and Ms. Hart

were not romantically
involved... Did he say anything?

He said he thought I
was lying. Thank you.

Mr. Hyland...

were you ever romantically
involved with Leslie Hart?

We... I'm...
briefly, in college.

Hanley: Did you ask
Ms. Hart to marry you?

Yes, I did, but...

Were you jealous of
her other relationships?

Did you speak of your
jealousy in front of other people?

- (scoffs)
- Are you testifying today
out of anger?

No, no. I was over her.

Thank you. No more questions.

A spurned lover... wonderful.

- He didn't tell us.
- And two dope dealers... better.

This isn't the style page of
the "New York Times," Adam.

- Yeah.
- Scummy case,
you get scummy witnesses.

- Right.
- What if I offer Hart man two?

Offer whatever you want...

Dinner in the Rainbow
Room, roundtrip ticket to Paris.

If I were her, I'd
wait for the jury.

Hart rolls, Wallace takes
the plea, we can all go home.

Yeah? Maybe not.

If you don't put Wallace
or Hart next to the gun,

forget a conviction.

Conspiracy two... she testifies
Wallace paid the driver to kill Foster.

Ms. Hart, I must be
dumb. You dealt the drugs,

you got the money, but
Wallace gave the order?

It was Gary's idea.

I loved Josh.

I was a kid, for God's sake.

You loved him, but you
didn't call the police?

I was afraid
they'd kill me, too.

Danner was afraid you'd kill
him, you were afraid he'd kill you.

I think you're confusing
fear with greed.

Manslaughter one.

Mr. Wallace smells bad
to that jury, not my client.

Conspiracy one.

Maybe Wallace
has a better story.

Whose story is the
jury gonna believe?

Mine.

One ex-con, okay. I underestimated
how bad two would look.

Hyland didn't help.

"I loved Josh. I
was just a kid."

She's a better actress than
she gives herself credit for.

Without someone who saw Wallace
or Hart in the car with the body...

We could call a medium. The
driver can testify from the grave.

Maybe he can.

Danner was paid for the hit.

His brother-in-law put
Foster in the freezer.

- So?
- The brother-in-law, Hunt...

Doesn't he ask for a
piece of the action?

If Hunt was paid
and lied to us...

You think he's stupid
enough to leave a trail?

An intellectual giant he's not.

This man cooperated.
We had a deal.

- If he told the truth.
- You never told us
they paid you.

- How do you know?
- Shut up.

Mr. Hunt...

you knew about
the hit in advance,

that makes you an
accessory to murder.

Paul?

Two days after
Foster disappeared,

Mr. Hunt deposited $10,000
in his checking account.

Lucky at Belmont?

Healy: You can't prove
where that 10 grand came from.

If I have to find everyone
he so much as had coffee with

in the past five years, I will, and I
won't be in the mood to take a plea.

I wasn't there when
they killed him...

That's enough.
Accessory to man two.

He enters the plea
after he testifies.

You can get the testimony
and change the plea.

You have to trust
me on this one.

Lloyd and me put the body
in a dumpster in the alley.

Stone: What did
you tell Mr. Danner?

I said "Come back,
2:00 in the morning.

We'll stow it in the freezer."

Was anyone else in the car?

This guy came out,
didn't say anything,

ran and flagged a cab.

Is that man in the
courtroom today?

He's sitting over there.

Let the record show that the witness is
pointing at the defendant, Mr. Wallace.

- Let the record so indicate.
- Thank you.

Mr. Hunt, have you
plead guilty to a felony

in exchange for lenient treatment
and your testimony today?

No.

Wait a minute...

I have the record.

Your Honor, may we approach?

A copy of the plea, as entered.

Vacated, yesterday.

- And you have
a new one in place.
- No, I don't.

(laughs)

Are you gonna let
him get away with this?

With what, Mr. Cobb?

If there's no guilty plea in place,
the witness answered truthfully.

No further questions.

Mr. Hunt...

you testified you saw
Mr. Wallace leave the alley.

Did you also see Leslie Hart?

No.

Have you ever seen
her before today?

- No.
- Thank you. No more questions.

It's a good story.

It's the truth.

Criminally negligent
homicide, six months.

Negligent? You left a loaded
gun around and it went off by itself?

Manslaughter one, six years.

Manslaughter two, two years.

(sighs) Mr. Wallace, you knew
she'd kill him, you did nothing.

Accessory to man one,

still six years...
Take it or leave it.

That lunatic bitch,

I should never have
gotten in the car.

Wallace: We left the drugs, and
started driving back to the theater.

Stone: And then what happened?

Wallace: Josh looked
at me and Leslie.

He said...

"You two think I'm stupid."

And he... called Leslie a whore,

and said he was
going to call the cops...

tell them he knew where the...
Where the money came from.

And how did Ms. Hart respond?

She told Lloyd to stop the car.

And what did Mr. Foster do?

He tried to get out.

Lloyd blocked the
door from the front.

Leslie said...

"Do it now."

Lloyd shot him in the chest.

Once?

Leslie said, "He's
still breathing.

Shoot him again."

And Lloyd bent over,
shot him in the head.

Twice.

I begged Gary not to do it.

He told me if I said anything,

he'd have me killed, too.

Did you tell Lloyd Danner
to kill Joshua Foster?

No. No, I didn't.

I was in love with him.

No more questions.

Ms. Hart...

you testified that
you didn't know

Mr. Wallace's driver
well, is that correct?

That is correct.

That you had no personal
relationship with him.

He was Gary's driver, not mine.

No further questions.

Anything more, Counselor?

No redirect. The
defense rests, Your Honor.

Permission to call a
rebuttal witness, Your Honor?

The Taxi and Limousine Licensing
Board always holds a hearing.

If you're convicted of a felony,

you can't keep a
vehicle-for-hire license.

Ms. Radley, did you
secure a recording

of Mr. Danner's hearing
for the District Attorney?

- Yes, I did.
- Your Honor,
People's Exhibit 31.

- Permission to play the tape?
- Objection!

Sidebar, please.

Prosecution held that tape back.

We asked for all such
records under discovery.

We never had any of
them in our possession.

We made no copies of the
transcripts or the recording.

He's right, Ms. Hanley. This is a
badly drafted discovery motion.

Overruled. You
may play the tape.

Leslie's voice: I've
known Mr. Danner

for more than a year.
He's a close friend.

Radley's voice: Do you wish to make
a statement concerning his character?

Leslie: Despite his
record, I believe Lloyd to be

reliable and conscientious.
I'd trust him with my life.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Leslie Hart's filing an appeal
based on the withheld tape.

She'll lose.

Three lovers, none
of whom she loved.

They didn't even exist for her.

No one's real to her.
We're all actors in her play.

Foster didn't die,
he just left the stage.

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