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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.

(car horn honks)

(police radio chatter)

Sunday night, huh?

- If you were off,
this what you'd be doing?
- I'd be tuning my Harley.

Or Mary Louise. (laughs)

Come on, break
it up, break it up.

Just relax, you'll get
in. It's not a problem.

- Get the manager out here.
- Is there a problem?

You got excessive
noise, you got loitering.

- Not me. My feet are moving.
- Peter, come on!

I was talking to the policeman.

Where are you going?
The car's over there.

- We got to go home.
- At midnight?

- Let's go to Nirvana...
- It's time to go home!

It is not time to go home.

No, I don't want to... Peter!

(screaming)

- Nobody saw her at the club.
- Was she invisible out here?

Tore the necklace so
hard, took skin with it.

Lois Ryder, 16 East 85.

Off the park. Nice.

- Saperstein, 3-6.
- Phil Cerreta, Mike Logan.

What's the matter, you don't
get enough work in your own turf?

Hit her in the head?
Maybe a baseball bat?

Took the jewelry,
left the credit cards?

Case closed. You
got the guy booked?

Last six weeks,
two within 10 blocks.

- I didn't see it
on the borough sheet.
- No.

We don't want the MO
out. We gagged it downtown.

The guy hits them with a bat,
takes the jewelry, leaves the cards.

What do you got?

Hits 'em with a bat, takes
the jewelry, leaves the cards.

You got nothing.

(theme music plays)

Cerreta: We realize
it's a difficult time.

You were in the
country all weekend?

I had to get the roof fixed.

Who cares if the
roof was leaking?

Mr. Ryder...

Mr. Ryder?

Do you know what your wife
would have been doing tonight?

I talked to her this morning.

She and I talked.

And she said she
might go to the movies,

and I told her not to walk.

The movie, Mr. Ryder,

would you know which
one that would be?

She likes the 69th Street Twin.

Mr. Ryder, do you happen to have

a photo of her that
we could borrow?

Girl: Daddy?

Daddy, is something wrong?

Where's Mommy?

Man: Scandinavian film festival.

People committing
suicide in the snow.

Not exactly what New Yorkers
want to see in the winter.

We sold 86 tickets.

One to her?

I'm so bored, I'm working
with my eyes closed.

Okay, thanks.

Six more bars, four
Korean fruit stands.

Nobody saw her. What's he got?

Suicide.

In Swedish.

Massive blunt force trauma.

Matches the other victims.
This guy is batting a thousand.

She ate an hour before
she died. Meat, huh?

Maybe she found an art house that
served carpaccio with the cappuccino.

You find semen in the
vagina, you don't call us?

Nobody said it was rape.
There's no sign of rape.

No tearing, no abrasions.

- Her husband was out of town.
- I'm supposed to know that?

- What am I, his travel agent?
- What time did she do it?

Before midnight last night.

Sperm cells were
dead this morning.

And after midnight Friday.

I found acid
phosphatase... Seminal fluid.

Disappears 48 hours
after intercourse.

Of course, it's also
found in cauliflower juice.

I think we can rule
out a cauliflower.

Your friend Saperstein
from the 3-6?

Jewelry from one
of the other murders

turned up in the
Diamond District.

Not traceable.

Why does she go to a late
movie with two little kids at home?

Maybe because she
had two little kids at home.

And because she
has a housekeeper.

She's not going to tell the
housekeeper where she's going?

She had dinner, she had sex.

Spells boyfriend.

- Maybe a lovers' quarrel?
- Or the husband wasn't gone
for four days.

It would be nice to know
who she was sleeping with.

You're gonna have
to go see the husband.

Boy, if it wasn't him,
this is a lousy time

to bring him that kind of news.

My son's under sedation.

This is not a good time.

We really do
have to talk to him.

The children, the funeral
arrangements. He's very upset.

Mr. Ryder, sorry to bother you.

If we could just have
a minute, privately?

The family is in this together.

- I really don't think...
- No. No, it's all right.

Your wife... There's
medical evidence

that indicates she
had intimate relations

in the 48 hours before she died.

That's impossible.

I went to Southampton
on Thursday.

- If it wasn't you...
- What are you saying?

My wife was having an affair?

I'm sure Lois was
doing no such thing.

If we could track her movements,

we might find a
witness to her murder.

Ryder: It can't be.

- I know my wife.
- It's possible the lab was wrong.

If you would take a blood test,

we'd know it's you,
we don't have to look

for someone that doesn't exist.

My daughter-in-law is dead,

my grandchildren
don't have a mother,

and you want to drag my son
through some cheap scandal.

I don't think so.

No.

Tell me, what's the big deal
about taking a blood test?

Your wife just died,
maybe you don't like being

asked to prove she
wasn't sleeping around.

Maybe he didn't want us to know
he saw her over the weekend.

Your guy Ryder?
Draft bait, Vietnam.

Joined the National
Guard. Dan Quayle Brigade.

The Army found his DD214.

Blood type "A." That
doesn't match the semen.

So why won't he take the test?

Like I said... grieving
husband, privacy.

Maybe he just don't like cops.

Logan: Maybe he
knew it wouldn't match.

Didn't want us to know
she had a boyfriend.

- And that he had a motive.
- I'll tell you one person

who saw her before
she died... The boyfriend.

- Where do you have her last?
- Housekeeper says the hospital.

Carnegie Hill. Volunteer work.

What are you waiting for?

I need people to
hold patient's hands.

Most volunteers,
they want to work

the resale shop on Madison.

First dibs on the used Adolfos.

So you didn't know
Mrs. Ryder well.

Doctor: Ryder money
built this hospital.

Lois should have
been part of that crowd,

but she didn't
understand the game.

Worked the
pediatric cancer ward.

Did she ever tell
you about her life?

We think she had a boyfriend.

I wouldn't know.

Ms. Phillips, you can
either tell us or a grand jury.

He's married.

He has kids.
Leave him out of it.

He's already in it.
What's his name?

Joel Friedman,
Chief of Pediatrics.

Lois Ryder?

Of course I knew her.

She volunteered at the hospital.

Were you with her Sunday night?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We'll make it easy for you.

Sunday night, Lois Ryder.

You, together.

Cerreta: Do you want
us to tell you your rights?

Who is it, honey?

I'll get my coat.

- We want a blood test.
- If you're not going to give it to us,

- we'll get a court order.
- Relax, gentlemen.

Joel.

I was with her.

We'd been seeing each other...

about five months.

Normally, I wouldn't
see her in my apartment.

She called.

She wanted to talk.

- Her husband says
they were happily married.
- Really?

No.

No, there's a picture
in the Ryder house.

Lois told me.

His grandmother on a camel.

Egypt 1930.

In 1930, her grandmother
was scrubbing floors

in East Orange, New Jersey.

And the Ryders never
let her forget that.

I can't be involved in this.

Did her husband
know about the affair?

I saw him last month
at a hospital fundraiser.

He smirked at me.

He knew.

Lois didn't understand
what she was doing.

I did.

I was there to make him jealous.

He's cooperating.

He didn't kill her.

I know it, you know it.

She's using him. Maybe
he loses his temper.

The elevator man says the Doc's wife
got home 40 minutes after Lois Ryder left.

He was waiting
at the door for her.

That gives him just
about enough time.

Fire escape dumps into a
locked yard. There's a tall fence.

So the Doc goes
out, climbs the fence,

clobbers Lois Ryder, hauls her
body from West Side to the East Side

and gets home just in
time to kiss his wife hello?

What is he, Houdini?

The Doc here says
Ryder knew about him.

And Ryder said he didn't know.

I knew.

I just didn't see why the
rest of the world had to know.

We had to know.

He was one of the last
people to see her alive.

My granddaughter...

Should she read in the newspaper
about her mother's infidelity?

And especially with
someone so foreign.

Yes, he's from the West Side.

You know what I mean.

He was not of our element.

No Jewish doctors
in your crowd, huh?

Mr. Ryder, let me
ask you something.

Your wife's affair,

you didn't have
a problem with it?

Look, this thing
with Dr. Friedman...

my wife and I discussed it.

It was ending.

And frankly, I don't think
he was very happy about it.

First Ryder sends
us to the movies,

but his wife didn't
go to the movies.

- Then he points at the doctor.
- It's all crap, and it's all
coming from Ryder.

Maybe he came into town
early and surprised the wife.

Give us six guys, and this time we
canvass with Ryder's photograph.

Why don't I just hire the
Russian Army? They're not busy.

First we do the doc's neighborhood,
then we do Ryder's neighborhood,

and then we do
where she was found.

Just give us Profaci and Lee.

One shift.

I got a guy who saw Ryder
driving a news delivery truck.

It was either Ryder,
or it was a black guy

who looked exactly like him.

I got a guy who saw a UFO.

Pick up Lee, go home.

And say hello to Shirley
for me, all right, Profaci?

- I'll see you, Phil.
- Logan: Phil! Phil!

I love New York
this time of year.

You got somebody who
saw him the night she was hit?

Not quite. Come meet Mr. Lewis.

Nice looking lady.

For me, a little old,
but great cheekbones.

Tell him about the boys.

Couple of weeks ago, two kids,

they're renting porn.
"Vibrating Vixens."

- There oughta be a law.
- There is a law.

Anyway, they're talking about
the baseball bat guy... the mugger.

The lady with the cheekbones,
she comes in all the time.

- Art movies.
- Mrs. Ryder.

The one in the
picture. She gets upset.

- She turns
to the guy with her.
- Mr. Ryder.

She's all riled up. "What's
wrong with society?

Life is unfair. No
wonder they mug people."

He says, "Can we finish the
speech when we get home?"

Me, I say, "They
oughta get shot."

Ryder knew about the mugger.

Thanks a lot.

Now we know why he didn't
want to take the blood test.

He didn't want us to
look for the boyfriend.

We find the boyfriend, we find
out Ryder knew who he was.

He knows who he is, he
knows where to look for his wife.

He waits outside
the doc's apartment.

That's Riverside Drive.
11:00, nobody on the street.

Cracks her skull.

Brings her over
here across town,

- dumps her
in this neighborhood.
- Copycatting the mugger.

And then figures
we drop it right here.

"One more mugger victim.
Too bad. Case closed."

My ass. Case open.

1:00 a.m., he pulls in.

You know, I just come on.

Ryder says he came straight from
Southampton. Nothing says he didn't.

"Traffic on the Southern
State," he said. Like I care.

Not your favorite customer, huh?

I get in, I want
to park the car.

He's yakkin'. His winter
place in the Islands,

the roof's broken,
the pool's too hot.

In the winter, I'm lucky if I
get to Park Avenue South.

Mr. Ryder, is he
always so cordial?

- I gotta just sit
in the cold car and listen.
- Cold? The car was cold?

- It was freezing.
- Thanks a lot.

What is it to
Southampton, two hours?

- Yeah.
- I go six blocks in my car
and it overheats.

He hit his wife, then we went
and sat in some coffee shop

for a couple of hours till
the shift changed here.

(groans) You want to
canvass 10,000 coffee shops?

I want to get in that damn car.

Only if we impound the car,

Ryder's gonna know
we're sniffing around.

I'm going to dance for the
warrant. They can do it here.

No blood in the car.

Must have bagged her head.

But CSU tweezers
picked up fibers

from Mrs. Ryder's sweater.

But where's that
going to get us?

- Even $800 cashmere sheds.
- It's her car.

There's bound to be
fibers from her clothes.

In the trunk?

Paul, I can guarantee it.

He waits outside
Friedman's apartment,

he hits her, he drags
the body across town,

he dumps it, he makes
it look like a mugging,

he tells us she was
down at the movies.

No evidence. We can
barely convict Ryder of lying.

- What about the fiber?
- It could have been there
for months.

- The car was cold.
- It wasn't bloody.

Cerreta: What do
you want us to do?

Hit every sporting goods
store in the five boroughs,

- find a clerk who sold
a middle-aged man a bat?
- Cragen: Hey, hey.

Last time I looked, we all got our
paychecks from the same place.

He is not the enemy.

Give us something...
like motive.

There's the affair, but the doc
says Ryder didn't even care about it.

Ryder? I guarantee he cared
his wife's lover was Jewish.

Come on, who cares about the
religion of the guy your wife is boffin'?

The Ryders. You heard what
she said... "Not in our element."

An affair. Is that motive?

But what was going
on in the marriage?

She must have told somebody.

Let's get photostats
of her date book.

"K, drinks, 'The Algonquin.""

"Kent, lunch."

"K. Meeker, dinner, 'Lutece.""

"Kent, lunch, 'Le Perigord.""

What have we got,
another boyfriend?

Man: Lois and I?

No. Just friends.

- Are you friends with Mr. Ryder?
- Prep school.

We were on the
swimming team, St. Luke's.

- I'm almost family.
- How about Mrs. Ryder?

Is she "almost" family, too?

Lois was killed by a
mugger, isn't that right?

This time that you
spent with Mrs. Ryder...

She came to me because...

Look, let's say that my pedigree

was marginally better than hers.

She needed advice. Her marriage.

What's wrong with it?

Lois figured it went bad
when Jonathan's mother

left the wedding reception
before the florist did.

My mother doesn't like my wife.

I stopped worrying
about that 20 years ago.

You are not Jonathan Ryder.

You know, when we
were in prep school,

he wasn't doing well.

His mother comes up,
there's a new Ryder building.

Suddenly his grades are fine.

She never let him forget that.

- That he was a screw up?
- It takes its toll.

He once booted the
cat across the room.

- Did he ever boot his wife?
- Worse.

Lois told me he offered
her three million to leave.

Just handed her a paper.

"Hi, honey, sign this, go away."

She loved him.

She wanted a marriage counselor.

But he could get a divorce
with her or without her.

Her share of the joint property?
In the neighborhood of 20 million.

- Unless she just
happened to die.
- Jonathan?

Doesn't have the giblets.
Mama cut 'em off years ago.

Maybe you should ask Barbara
Ryder where she was that night.

Ryder should've popped his
mother and told her where to get off.

- You the expert on lousy moms?
- As a matter of fact, I am.

Mrs. Ryder's necklace and
bracelet... Pawned in Chelsea.

Identified from insurance
company photos.

Who pawned them,
Jonathan Ryder's mother?

I don't think she frequents
the "New Era Pawnshop."

When did that jewelry come in?

Morning after the murder.

- Pawnshop got our flyer yesterday.
- Are we making this up?

Was she killed by a mugger?

Why don't you find
the guy and ask him?

Man: What's with the muscle?

I saw the circular,
and I called.

I'm gonna eat the
money I gave that creep.

Since when have you
become so law abiding?

Since I did one-to-three
for receiving.

My wife likes me
home for the holidays.

Okay, good. Thanks.

Hey, your Mr. Everett
who pawned the jewelry?

Bad ID. His license was
stolen three weeks ago.

The law says get
an ID. I got one.

Oh, yeah? Did you
look at the picture on it?

What color was he?

- White.
- No.

The real Mr. Everett is black.

You didn't look too good.

Mikey...

this guy laid out
$4,000 on a fake ID.

- What do you think?
- I think he's probably got
other stolen stuff here.

I think I should open the safe.

Look!

This guy is crazy.

He could kill me. I
don't want trouble.

From him or from us?

Who's it gonna be?
Give me the name.

I guess the middle class
really is moving out of New York.

Cerreta: 14.

(knocking)

Henry Willard?!

New York City Police!

Go to it, big daddy.

- (glass shattering)
- (yelling)

Tough guy, huh?

I guess we interrupted
his recreation.

Logan: Come on, get out of here.

Henry. Henry?

Your driver's license, your
ID at the pawnshop, Henry,

you mugged a guy to get them.

Not to mention mugging the lady.

She's in pretty bad shape.

- You better hope
she can't identify you.
- I found that stuff.

- On Mrs. Ryder.
- In a dumpster.

Penn Station somewhere.
Middle of the night.

I was high. I don't remember.

You're a real specimen.
Stupid, drugged and violent.

Thanks.

Okay, Henry...

these are the insurance
photos of the jewelry.

Pay attention!

This is the bracelet,

this is the necklace,
this is the pin.

Over here. Where's this pin?

There was no damn pin.

Don't you want us to tell
the DA that you cooperated?

- Huh?
- Get me a lawyer.

Mr. Willard's yellow sheets.

B and E, mugging, crack...

He mugs for jewelry,
sells it for drugs.

I got a problem.
The guy's a whacko.

- He swung a table at us.
- I don't see the problem.

- Book him.
- A table, not a baseball bat.

There wasn't a bat in the room.

He going to buy a new bat
every time he mugs someone?

Listen to this.
"Bracelet, diamonds,

made by Harry Winston,
1979, appraised 18 grand.

Necklace, diamonds and rubies,

30 Gs, Harry Winston, 1985.

Pin, silver, 1,000 bucks,

Lucien Peller, 1931.

Yeah?

Suppose Mr. Congeniality
in there is telling us the truth.

He found the expensive necklace
and bracelet in the dumpster,

- but not the $1,000 pin.
- Ryder.

He threw the new stuff
away. It was only money.

The pin was an heirloom.

You're telling me he killed her,

then started feeling a little
sentimental, kept the pin?

The city house, the country
house and the mother's house.

This time you
dance for the warrant.

Tennis rackets,
skis, polo mallets,

and what is this?

A lacrosse stick. My son
hasn't played in years.

- You mind if I use
your phone again?
- Not at all.

No baseball bats.

- You should wait
for my attorney.
- Yes, ma'am.

But the law says
we don't have to.

Get me Detective
Lee, please. Thanks.

Hey. Logan. You find anything?

Oh, thanks.

Nothing on the
other side of town.

Ryder says they
wrinkled his suits.

Yeah? Well, he may not
be wearing them for a while.

Pin, silver, 1931.

Docket number 5231.

The People versus
Jonathan Ryder.

The charge is murder
in the second degree.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty.

The People seek
substantial bail.

- The charge is murder.
- So I heard, Mr. Robinette.

Mr. Webber?

- Your Honor, Mr. Ryder
is a well-established...
- I know who he is.

500,000. He can afford it.

The usual travel restrictions.

Paul, Mr. Ryder's
mother, his sister,

they were all playing bridge
the night of the murder.

- Alibi witnesses.
- Bridge? Three of them?

I believe a computer
made up the fourth hand.

Is the computer
going to testify, too?

Well, who do you and Stone have,

the Mormon Tabernacle Choir?

Anything to avoid it.
I don't want to testify.

A murder trial isn't a matter
of personal convenience.

My daughter comes home
at 3:00 in the morning.

My son wants to know why
his mother won't talk to me.

They'll turn my life
into tabloid headlines.

- What do you need me for?
- Your affair.

Mr. Ryder's awareness of it.

What time Mrs. Ryder
left your apartment.

I don't know anything
about the murder.

If you cared for Mrs. Ryder...

I loved her.

I wanted to marry her.

My kids... I couldn't
leave my wife.

She wouldn't survive.

I'm on the board of
six Jewish charities.

I know that
sounds stupid, but...

that's my life.

If you don't testify, I'll
cite you for contempt.

I can't bring her back.

I want to salvage
what's left of my life.

Cite me for contempt.
I'll pay the fine.

My lawyer said you
won't put me in jail.

Barbara: Mr. Robinette...

we thought it would be more
convenient for you if you saw us together.

Your lawyer said you
wouldn't see me any other way.

There must be some
misunderstanding.

I hope we can
dispose of this situation.

Why don't we sit down?

We left Jonathan's
house just after 11:00.

Did you notice the
time, too, Mrs. Dickey?

Jane never wears a watch.

I've tried to convince
her for years.

You left your brother's
house with your mother?

Jane's staying with
me in the country.

We were so sorry
to hear about Lois.

Barbara: May I be
frank, Mr. Robinette?

I'm very worried about my son,

as I'm sure your mother
would worry about you.

Jonathan's been
accused of a horrible crime.

I spoke with him this morning.

He hasn't left
his house in days.

Jane: Now that you
have our statement,

you'll drop the
charges, won't you?

We are certain it was 11:00.

My late husband
insisted I be punctual.

I always know the time.

Think they'll hold
up on the stand?

Paul says the sister's
just like Ryder...

- under his mama's thumb.
- She's convinced her daughter
to commit perjury.

She drove her
son to kill his wife.

The paper Ryder
asked his wife to sign.

You wonder why she didn't
take the three million to walk?

- Paragraph seven.
- He wanted her to give up
the kids?

Sure. To them the
mother's disposable.

The children are Ryder's.

She went, they stayed. Lovely.

- Why didn't Ryder burn this?
- Didn't know we were looking for it.

- We got it from his corporate lawyer.
- They let you have it?

- It's attorney work product.
- No, Ryder wrote that himself.

They can't claim privilege.

Couldn't have got it
from Ryder, anyway.

- Why not?
- You're gonna love this.

His mother said he was home.

They went to serve
a subpoena on him,

not in the city or Southampton.

The housekeeper gave
me the limo service.

Dropped him and the kids
at JFK. Sun Air terminal.

International.

- Ryder has a winter house?
- Two.

Palm Beach, where
he isn't, and Barbados.

- The bail conditions say
he can't leave the country.
- He broke bail.

Judge: It looks to
me like your client

was fleeing this jurisdiction.

Mr. Ryder had no intention
of flight, Your Honor.

He wanted to get his
children away from the press.

I put people in jail because
they don't have 25 cents for bail.

Mr. Ryder thinks the
rules don't apply to him?

I advised him it was all right.

- At worst, a technical violation.
- Bad advice.

Very bad advice.

I've got a technical solution

for your technical violation.

Mr. Ryder likes islands?

I've got one for him. Rikers.

- This is ridiculous.
- Your Honor.

Judge: Bail is revoked.

Ryder in jail for two months?

His idea of a rough weekend

is a picnic with warm champagne.

You think he'll start
blabbing to his cellmate?

By the trial he'll
be a blithering idiot.

- So let's put
an informant in his cell.
- We'll never survive on appeal.

Sixth Amendment
right to counsel.

No, the Supreme Court is clear.

If the informant doesn't
elicit anything, it's admissible.

Who's available to send in?

An armed robber, a
rent-gouging landlord.

Both of those
are ripe for deals.

Go with the armed robber.

Ends up in front of a jury,

he'll get more sympathy
than a landlord.

I know what you
want. I'll get it.

You will not get it.

You will not ask
Mr. Ryder any questions.

You will not say good morning.

And if he tries to confess, I
should break out of the cell?

If you mess this up, you'll be
very sorry you cut a deal with me.

Ryder mentions his wife, you
avert your eyes, say nothing.

You don't trust me,
you put in a robot

with a tape
recorder in its head.

If I could, I would.

Cashmere fibers in the trunk

matched fibers from the sweater Mrs.
Ryder was wearing beyond any doubt.

Was the pattern of fibers
in the trunk distinctive?

Witness: Well, they
were spread in a band

about three feet long,
and pulled out at the base,

as if they'd been wrapped around
something heavy and dragged.

Your witness.

Mr. Medill, your report
notes traces of naphthalene.

- What is that?
- Dry cleaning fluid.

This ticket from the
Seaview Cleaners

in Southampton itemizes
clothes removed from storage

two weeks before
Mrs. Ryder died.

Do any of those listed
items match the type

of fiber you found in the trunk?

There's a pink cashmere sweater.

This fiber pattern,
could it have been made

by a bundle of clothes
removed from storage,

and put in a trunk with a
pink sweater on the bottom?

Dry cleaners wrap
their clothes in plastic.

And if the plastic ripped?

- I suppose so.
- You suppose what,
Mr. Medill?

It could be consistent, yes.

Thank you.

And after Mrs.
Ryder left the hospital,

do you recall whether she
was wearing any jewelry or not?

There was a pin on her coat.

She wore it all the time.

I'm showing you People's
Exhibit Number 12.

- Is this the pin?
- That looks like it, yes.

Thank you. No further questions.

Ms. Phillips, does this resemble

the pin Lois Ryder was wearing?

It's similar.

And this?

Yes, it does.

And the pin in this photograph?

Your Honor, objection!
Where did he get these?

Gentlemen.

Excellent question, Counselor.

If you had those things
produced to create confusion...

The Ryder family had
four nearly identical pins

made in 1931.

The insurance agent that identified the
one Lois Ryder was wearing made a mistake.

- He'll testify to that.
- This is a very convenient mistake.

- Easy one to make.
- How did that pin end up
in Barbara Ryder's house?

She took it to wear to her
daughter-in-law's funeral.

Judge: Mr. Webber,

if you don't back this up,

you're looking at a character
committee investigation.

Objection overruled.

Ms. Phillips, I ask you again,

are you absolutely certain

which of these pins
Mrs. Ryder was wearing?

I think it was the first one.

Really?

Which is the first one?

Hell of a case of
reasonable doubt.

You still think Ryder's guilty?

Some of that stuff is bunk.

- The cleaners? A ripped plastic bag?
- The pins are not bunk.

And the alibi
witnesses are not bunk.

And this is probably the
lousiest staff work I've ever seen.

You want me to fire somebody?
That make you happy?

The man is
arrogant, he's stupid.

He's going to get away with it.

That fella you planted,
what's he getting?

Ryder's teaching him
how to play bridge.

How to play bri...

This is People's Exhibit 12.

Do you recognize it?

It's one of a set of four pins.

My father had it made.

Webber: What is the
history of these four pins?

Barbara: My daughter has two.

Lois had two.

She was wearing
one when she died.

That one is missing.

I borrowed this
one from Jonathan.

Webber: Why did you borrow
your dead daughter-in-law's pin?

I wanted to wear
it to Lois' funeral.

I wanted to have
something of hers near me.

Thank you.

Mrs. Ryder, where were you
when this photo was taken?

At Lois' funeral.

Would you show
me where the pin is?

I can't.

It was high on the left
side, under the collar.

I... you can't see it.

Isn't it true your son gave you
the pin to hide after the funeral,

so the police wouldn't
find it in his house?

No, that is not true.

Isn't it true that this is the pin
Lois Ryder wore when he killed her?

If my son had killed
Lois, Mr. Stone,

I would be leading
the pack against him.

Lois was a Ryder, too.

- Are we winning?
- Like we won Pearl Harbor.

We have another rowboat with
a peashooter to add to the fleet.

A club in Bridgehampton.

Mrs. Ryder likes
the piano player.

She always requests
"The Girl From Ipanema,"

which would annoy him, but
she's a good tipper after four drinks.

He's pretty sure she was
there the night of the murder.

- Pretty sure?
- That's the good news.

He has no idea
when she walked in.

Could've been 10:00, when she swears
she was playing games with Johnny.

Or it could've been 12:00, when
Johnny was on his way not to kill his wife.

Great, we put him on the
stand as a rebuttal witness.

If Webber forgets to
cross-examine, we're all set.

But if this plays out,
we won't have to.

Everything's going his way,
Adam. We got to shake him up.

Telling Webber you're going to indict
Mother Ryder for perjury and accessory

based on the testimony
of a piano player.

I offer to reconsider if he
pleads to manslaughter.

And this piano player
does not remember

when Mrs. Ryder got to the bar.

She knows when she got there.

If it was after midnight,
her alibi story holds.

That's the beauty of it. It
only works if she's lying.

All this is to get
Ryder excited.

He's not going to like the
picture of his mother in jail.

Suppose I have a witness
that puts her elsewhere?

Suppose? Do you or don't you?

Don't do the deal and find out.

Even at her age, she'll do time.

You shouldn't be dealing,
you should be apologizing.

I'll consider
manslaughter one for him.

Otherwise, it's accessory
and perjury for her.

They could be in neighboring
prisons, with a joint card room.

Don't wait by the phone.

Ryder won't crack. 34 hours.

Webber's been in
to see Ryder twice.

I know you didn't like it.

If he takes the
deal, I'd say yes.

If he takes the deal, I'll
start buying lottery tickets.

I got to go home.

- Mr. Stone.
- Yeah?

You've got a call from
Rikers. It's Morgan.

What did you guys do,
put angel dust in his caviar?

- What did he say?
- At first, nothing.

A relief.

I had enough bulletins
from the society page.

Then he asked me the
longest term I'd done upstate.

I said a nickel.

He says he might do eight-to-25.

You didn't ask any questions?

I put a magazine in my mouth.

He gets weepy.

Says mother was
right, he's a total foul-up.

Couldn't kill his own wife
without getting Mother sent to jail.

Not bad, huh?

Then he's crying his brains out.

He starts talking about the bat.

The bat and Alison.

- Who's Alison?
- His little girl.

Oh.

Says maybe it's for the best.

How could he face her, anyway?

Then he shuts up, I take the
magazine out of my mouth and call you.

I'm going to set up a hearing
with the judge on Monday morning.

You tell him exactly
what you told me.

I always tell the truth.

- It's not good.
- Oh, no, please.

Don't tell me Morgan died.

Bad case of memory loss.

Says he made it all up.

- There was no confession.
- Barbara Ryder got to him.

Morgan's wife...

Emergency visit
to Rikers yesterday.

You talk to her?

She's done time herself.
She's got a lawyer.

I wonder how much they paid
him to do another two years.

Mistrial?

He gave us Ryder's daughter.

He tampered with a witness!

Put away your slingshot.
I never talked to Morgan.

Who visited his wife?

Larry, if you tampered
with a witness,

I will personally appear
at your disbarment hearing.

- Judge, a threat? In these circumstances?
- Get off of it.

We're off the record.

But I must tell you, Ben,

I don't like
jailhouse informants.

They always say they
keep their mouths shut.

I wouldn't have
admitted it anyway.

In that case, I'd like an order

to examine Ryder's daughter,
Alison, as a potential witness.

An 11-year-old to
testify against her father?

It's indecent. Not to mention
fruit of the poisonous tree.

If the so-called
confession isn't admissible,

neither is anything
stemming from it.

Come again, Counselor?

He learned about the daughter from
a confession you say doesn't exist.

According to you, there
is no poisonous tree.

He had an informant in the cell.

US versus Ceccolini.

The Supreme Court
allowed a witness

discovered by an illegal search.

They certainly showed
greater reluctance

to suppress a live witness
than physical evidence.

All right, gentlemen, this
Court is issuing an order.

The People will get a psychiatric
examination of Mrs. Ryder's daughter.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We were going to Barbados.

It was after...
after Mommy died.

Craigie, my brother,
he wanted his bat.

It wasn't in the tool room.

Daddy... Craig was crying.

Daddy said we
lost it at the beach,

but I didn't think so.

Daddy said we did,

but I saw it after the summer.

I think I did.

Olivet: When
Mommy left that day,

and told you she was
going to the hospital,

do you remember what
pin she was wearing?

Alison: It was mine.

When I grew up.

Mommy always
wore the special one.

Olivet: How was it special?

I don't know.

She said it was a secret.

She said she'd tell me someday.

I think she knows her
father killed her mother.

- She can't deal with it.
- She's useless as a witness.

She can talk about the bat.

She won't hold up on the stand.

And the jury will love you.

She said there was a secret.

Who did Lois Ryder
tell her secrets to?

They bought a witness.

- They committed perjury.
- I've been following the trial.

Do you know anything about
the jewelry she was wearing?

Your lawyer's wrong, I'll cite you
for contempt, I'll send you to jail.

(sighs)

I'm not sure that's the worst
thing that could happen to me.

Tell that to me after
you see Jonathan Ryder

at the next hospital fundraiser.

I worked occasionally
on Sunday nights.

My wife accepted that.

In the course of your affair,

did you ever have any indication

that Mr. Ryder knew
of his wife's infidelity?

Lois would... Mrs. Ryder,

she would call her husband.

She would give him excuses.

They were ridiculous.

Two times in a row
she told him she was

going to the Monet
exhibit at the Met.

The Monet exhibit
was already closed.

Did you ever meet
Jonathan Ryder?

I saw him at hospital
fundraising events.

Did he ever indicate he
knew where you lived?

Friedman: Once.

He told me he didn't understand why
a doctor would live on the West Side.

He said, "Riverside Drive...

not very safe over there."

Stone: The last time
you saw Mrs. Ryder,

do you recall what
jewelry she was wearing?

Her wedding ring,

a necklace,

a bracelet and a pin.

Dr. Friedman,
here are three pins.

Do you recognize any of them?

That's the one that
Lois was wearing.

Stone: Let the record indicate

that he identified
People's Exhibit 12.

Let the record so indicate.

Why did you pick that one?

Mr. Ryder's grandfather
had four of them made.

This one was for his
daughter, Jonathan's mother.

She told Jonathan it
would be for his wife...

before he married Lois.

But how did you identify it?

The initial "B"

is etched into
one of the leaves.

When Lois got married,

she asked Jonathan

to have an "L"
etched in opposite it.

"L" for Lois.

She waited two years.

She finally had it done herself.

Her mother-in-law
never knew about it.

Lois always...

Lois always wanted to add an "A"

for when her
daughter would wear it.

Stone: Thank you.
No further questions.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

the charge of murder
in the second degree,

how does the jury find?

We find the defendant guilty.

(scattered applause)

I had a call from a lawyer
representing Dr. Friedman's wife.

She filed for divorce.

Wants copies of anything
her husband said to us.

Another generation of Ryders.

God help 'em.

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