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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.

...a lot
of young men like
you in my work.

Boys everyone gave up on.
But they turned
their lives around.

So can you, Fernando.
I can help you.
I want to help you.

Get out of the car.

No, wait.
Listen to me.

Think of all the people
you're going to hurt.

Your family.
You'll ruin their lives.

Come on.
Come on, move.

No, please.

Look at the picture.
Look at my little babies.Come on.

I love them so much.
I love their father.

Please, don't take me
away from him.Come on!

No! No, I don't
want to die!Let go!

No, stop!

Shut up! Don't talk.Oh, please!

For the love of God,
don't kill me!

Let go! Turn around.

Please, just stop
and think, Fernando.

You're making
a terrible mistake.

Just stop and think.

Leave that here.
Turn around!

Move!"Hail Mary,

"full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.Come on, move!

"Blessed art thou
among women,Shut up! Don't talk!

"blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus."

Turn around.
Turn around!

Victim is a female,
white, late 30s.
No ID, no purse.

The guy in the Armani
found her.
He owns the lot.

He wants us out of here
before the TV cameras
show up.

And what's that
bivouac down there?

Bunch of homeless.
I got a couple of people
canvassing for witnesses.

A suspect would
be nice, too.

Hey, Kenny,
what are we looking at?

Posterior cranial fracture.
Sometime between 9:00
and 12:00 last night.

A dump job?

No, Lennie. Look at
the dirt on her shoes.

She walked here. Still
got her wedding band,
watch, earrings.

Could be a sex thing.

No evidence
of that.

The skirt was
pulled down like this
to cover her legs?

Mmm-hmm.
And the sweater
was over her face.

Maybe the perp
didn't want her
catching cold.

Yeah, right. I'll get out
a warrant for my mother.

Look at the inscription.

"October 3rd,
1982. Forever."

Guess again.

I kept telling him,
don't jeopardize
our friendship.

Besides, he's not my type.

Now, Mr. Giuliani,
that's a handsome man.

Well, I don't know if
we can help you there, Sally.

The Mayor is married.

Oh, that's okay,
I'm not jealous.

So, getting back
to last night.

I'm pushing my wagon
down the road

and out of nowhere,

Enzo Ferrari comes at me.
Nearly runs me over.

Do you remember
what kind of car it was?

One of them sushi rolls.
Put a nice ding in my wagon.

You see that tan paint?
Got to get in touch
with his insurance company.

Did you get
a look at him?

Too dark, but I saw his plate.
New York, with an M and a 2.

Tell CSU we're gonna
need them down here.

Sally, we're gonna lift
some of that tan paint
off of your wagon.

Sure, but can you
do something
about those dings?

Textbook whack
upside the head.

Didn't kill her
right away, though.

Took her another 20 minutes.

So, she bled out.

And you said he was
just a pretty face.

Scalp lacerations
suggest a narrow weapon.

A pipe or a steel bar.

No other injuries.
No sexual trauma.

What about
recreational trauma?

Mmm.

No needle marks.

Drug panel is negative.
She was clean, well groomed.

She's had kids.
More than one.

Definitely not one of your
12th Avenue regulars.

Yeah. No better off,
though.

Thanks.Mmm-hmm.

The paint on
the shopping cart gives us
a late-model Nissan sedan.

DMV is running
the partial plate.

We spent half the day
at Missing Persons.

You wouldn't believe how many

wives, girlfriends
and daughters

go missing in this city.

The victim's face
and legs were covered?

Postmortem.
I've never seen that.

Usually perps
take clothes off.

But this one felt bad about
leaving her out in the open.

Someone close.
A husband
or a boyfriend.

Yeah, who runs over
little old ladies
in his Nissan.

I'll go check with DMV.

Close the door.

How is he?

Sharp as a tack.

He going to
his meetings?

Ask him.

I did. Now
I'm asking you.

He says he is.
I don't get a note
from his sponsor.

If there's going
to be a problem,

I want to know about it.

So, I pass?

It's her job to ask.

Yeah. It's my own
fault anyway.

Come on, Lennie.
Nobody is perfect.

Nobody?

DMV just faxed this.

Twenty-seven Nissans
with an M and a 2
on their plates.

Check out the '95 Maxima
in the middle of the page.

Registered to Ian Rankin
of Queens.
Friend of yours?

I looked at
GTA reports.

The car was stolen
last night,

and Mr. Rankin
made the report
this morning.

Thanks, Gia.Sure.

Hi. Is
Ian Rankin at home?

He'll be here this
afternoon. He's flying
back from California.

He reported
a car stolen?

No, I did.
I'm their babysitter.
You found it?

No.What about
Mrs. Rankin?

She didn't come
home last night.
She teaches night school.

I called Mr. Rankin in
California. He told me
to call the police.

But they said she
wasn't a missing person

until she's been
missing for a day.

Okay, wait, wait.
Slow down.

What's your name?Susan. Susan Bayer.

So, I called Mr. Rankin
back. He told me to
report the car stolen.

He said the police
pay more attention
to cars than people.

What does Mrs. Rankin
look like?

Uh, my height,
light brown hair,
hazel eyes.

Okay, Susan, we're going
to have to ask you

to come down to the station
if you wouldn't mind, okay?

What about the kids?
I can't leave them
here alone.

And Mr. Rankin will...We'll take the kids
with us,

and we'll send somebody
out to the airport to
pick Mr. Rankin up. Okay?

How about it, kid?
You want to ride around
in a police car?

It's her.

She called me during
her break, around 8:30.

She said she was going
to stop for gas and
then come right home.

Was she planning to
stop anywhere else?

She's always home
by 11:00.

Even when Mr. Rankin is
out of town on business?

These people
aren't like that.
They love each other.

They really do.

We have a problem.

She's dead,
isn't she?

I don't want to be here.
Why are we here?

Mommy!
I want my mommy!

Why can't I
talk to her?I want my mommy!

Hey, hey, hey.
It's going to
be all right.

Your daddy is coming
to take you home. Yes.

The unit at JFK just called.I want my mommy!
I want my mommy!

They're bringing
Mr. Rankin in.

It's okay. Daddy is coming.
He's going to take you home.

She's been teaching
adult education for a year.

She used to teach high school,
but they had cutbacks.

I kept telling her to quit.

Why's that?

I make a good living.
But Maureen loved teaching.

She was always trying
to improve herself,
better her skills.

She... You know, she taped
her classes, she took those
public speaking courses.

Was she having any problems
with anybody?

No. She never
said anything.

She taught
high school equivalency?

She must have had some real
characters in her class.

Oh, sure. About
what you'd expect.

Any of them ever
give her trouble?

I don't know. I went
to a graduation with her.

Some of her students were
ex-cons, ex-drug addicts.

They all stopped
to thank her.

I was really proud of
her for what she did.

I have to get back
to my kids.

Hey, that was
Rankin's school.

Security guard last saw her
walking to her car
in the parking lot.

They're going to fax over
a list of students
and teachers.

What, on the off chance
that one of them
had a beef with Rankin?

We'll split them up
between Gia and Profaci.

You two follow
Rankin's tracks.

The sitter said
she stopped to
get some gas.

Eight sales?
That hardly pays
for the squeegees.

Accounting is not my major.
Music. Juilliard.

That's why
I took this job.

You know how hard it is
to get a practice room?

These eight customers,
any of them a tan Nissan?

No. No tan cars.

Anybody look like this?

No. No women, either.
Excuse me.

I don't know,
maybe she was grabbed
in the school parking lot.

Well, assuming our
perp had brains enough
to read a gas gauge,

maybe he stopped
for gas.

She would have been
in a Nissan sedan.

I know Cadillac,
Rolls Royce,
Mercedes, Lincoln.

The others all
look the same.

Okay, this was a tan,
four-door.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Came in right after 11:00.
A young man. Spanish.

He bought $5 worth of petrol.
He made me very nervous.

Nervous?
Why is that?

He went behind
the station.

Not for very long.

The dumpster.Yup.

Rey, anything moves in there,
I'm backing you up.

Hey, there's room
for two here, Lennie.

Well, if I'd have brought
some gloves, I'd be right
in there with you.

Hey, what's this?

Maureen Rankin.

Latent already
went through this.
The purse was wiped clean.

All her credit cards
are accounted for,
plus $46 and some change.

Her husband said she
recorded her classes.

So, where's the tape?

No tape was found
on or near the body.

We got six unmatched pairs
of shoes, dozen panties,
condoms by the bucketful.

Sounds like the back
of my first car.

LT!

Right here.

Looks like
the real deal.

Yeah, with
a footprint on it.

The American Revolution

was a revolution
of the middle class
against unfair taxation.

That goes on for
about 20 minutes.

Then,

we get this.

Please, let me
pull over. I'll get out.
You just take the car.

Shut up.

I won't tell
the police. I swear.

I'll say I found
the car stolen.

Shut your mouth
and keep driving.

That's the end
of the tape.

What about
the other side?

I've got four kids.
What's going to
happen to them?

I got no choice. You do, Fernando.

You can get out of
the car right now
and walk away.

Shut up.

You won't get
away with it.

You know, up in Belmont,
with a new car,
people will talk.

Shut up!

You'll shame
your grandmother,
your fiancee.

There's no Fernando
in her class.

You heard her.
He's from Belmont. Find him.

I did the area
four times.

No tan Nissans
with that plate number
or without.

Okay, he was seen
putting gas into the car.
We think he's a local.

Mmm. No, sorry.

Listen, when I'm in
the work zone, all I see
are expired meters.

You don't even
see the tenderonis
buffing their rides.

No, let me get
this one. It's on me.Oh!

Here you go.All right.

Well, we'll just have
to count this
as our first date.

Okay, see you later. All right.

So, besides raising
the cholesterol count
at the parking bureau,

this is a waste of time.

Hey, speak
for yourself.

Curtis.

Good. Stay on it.

Eight blocks away,
Lennie.

Halfway down the block,
on the right side.

I've been watching it
for half an hour.

No one has
come near it.

No, no. We're looking
for a tan Nissan.
That one is black.

Besides, the plates
aren't even close.

Those plates are
for a Chevy.

I did a walk-by.
The paint job is new.

Gold star, Wheeler.
We make a collar,
it's yours.

All right, radio in.

Tell them we want two
plainclothes units on either
end of the street, all right?

I thought I saw
some Bromo in here.

That pizza
is making a comeback.

Here.

Oh, thanks.

Jeez, Rey, I didn't start
carrying this stuff around
till I turned 40.

Hey, once when I was young,

I boosted a car
with some friends.

Drove it around till
we ran out of gas.

Never got caught,

but I had stomach
cramps for a month.

Catholic guilt.

So, what are you
guilty about this month?

This come with
a confession attached?

Hey, Lennie.

This is Unit Four.
Hit it.

Roger, Four.

Police.
Step out of the car.

Lady, don't even get in.
Come on around here.

What are you doing?Put your hands
on the roof.

Don't worry about it.
Put your hands on the roof.

For your own safety, ladies,

just keep your hands
on the roof, please.It's the Rankins' car.

It's my car.
I got the papers
in the glove box.

It's registered
to Salvatore Terra.Look on the other side.

It's signed over
to Anna Galvez.

That's me.
This is my mother.

Terra sold me the car.
It's mine.

Okay, thanks.
DMV never heard of Terra.

How much longer
do we have to wait?

I got to take
my mother to work.

First, you're gonna
tell us how you happen
to own that car.

I got it two days ago
from an ad at the bodega on
Prospect. It was all legal.

What did the ad say?

It had a beeper number.
This guy Sal called me back
and brought the car around.

Is this him? He also goes
by the name of Fernando.

No. Terra had a moustache.
He said he was moving back
to San Juan.

I gave him $1,500 and
he gave me the papers.

So, what are you going
to do with my car?

The car is stolen, Ms. Galvez.

It's going back
to the legal owner.

Stolen? That's impossible!

He showed me his ID.
He had the registration.

I never had a car before.
I thought it was okay.

Hey, you help us find him,
maybe you get your money back.

You still have
his beeper number?

No, I threw it away.

I can't believe
you're taking my car.
It's not fair.

My daughter spent
all her savings
on that car.

Really? Talk to the owner.

Let him tell you
what it cost him.

You get their phone number
and walk them home.

You know,
somehow I don't think
that registration

just walked itself
out the front door
of the DMV.

We check theft reports,
maybe we find a thief.

It's real simple, Marty.
You tell us who you sold
registrations to,

we talk to the D.A.
about your sentence.

So he admits he sold
stolen registrations.

That will impress
the appellate court.

What, an appeal?

Who do you think you are?
Claus von Bulow?

I don't know what Alan
dirt-for-brains here told you,
but you don't stand a chance.

We're finished
talking. Marty.

Sit down.
Take a seat.

She had four little kids.
This bag of scum
killed their mother.

Marty, don't
say a word.

Hey, you're looking at
two-and-a-half-to-five,
Marty.

You really want to do
the whole nickel?

You know, I want to do
the right thing here.Marty...

For those kids and
all that, you know.

Victor Driscoll. I sold him
20 cards. He works out of
The Firefly in Crotona.

You guys are going to talk
to the D.A., right?

First chance we get.

Watch it, I got
very sensitive skin.

Get over there.

Ah!

What's this?

Green cards,
one for everybody
in the Third World.

I didn't get
a good look
at those badges.

You INS?We're Homicide,
Mr. Driscoll.

Whoa! Whoa!
I am not a violent man.

Check my sheet. Ask
around the neighborhood.

I'm an artist,
I make documents.

Well, this document is
a straight shot between
you and a dead woman, see?

What are you
talking about?

Is that yours?

I say yes,
I'm admitting
to a crime.

Say no,
see what happens.

Okay, okay. Sure,
it's one of mine.

I sold it three days ago
to some no-name Latin kid.

This Latin kid?

Pretty close.

He gave me the right
references and 500 bucks.

He just walked in
off the street?

I'm known in the community.
I make a quality product.

He didn't want any problems
because the car
was for his fiancee.

I already told you.
I saw the ad in the bodega.

Well, you must have been
the only one who saw it,

because nobody else
remembers it.

Well, maybe I was
the first one who saw it
and I took it home with me.

Good answer. But tell me
something, where does
a girl like you get $1,500?

I saved it
from my quinceanera.

Got to admit,
she's quick, Rey.

Fernando is marrying
himself a handful.

The only Fernando
I know used to pitch
for the Dodgers.

Well, this Fernando
told the guy who forged
the registration for him

that he stole the car
for his fiancee.

And that implicates you
in a murder, sweetheart.

I bought the car
with my own money.

Did you hear
what I said?

You're up to your
little patootie in
a death penalty case.

You talk to us now,

or you're going to spend your
honeymoon on death row.

My Anna didn't do
anything wrong.

Mrs. Galvez, we have
a sound tape of the crime.

We know the killer's name.
We know he lives in Belmont
with his grandmother.

Doesn't that sound like
your daughter's fiance?

She doesn't know
anyone like that.

Let me tell you about
your future son-in-law,
Mrs. Galvez.

That woman he left
in the field?

First he violated her,
then he killed her.

They didn't say that
on the news.

You're lying!

I'm a cop.
I don't lie.

There are certain details
we don't release to
the public, Mrs. Galvez,

out of concern
for the victim's family,
for her children.

Here, take a look
at the pictures.

See for yourself how
he brutally raped her.

Go ahead, open it.

Look at what kind of monster
your daughter is
going to marry.

Go ahead, open it.

It's Fernando Salva.

He lives on 188th Street
with his grandmother,
Rosa Citrone.

He told Anna
he bought the car
for her.

She's innocent,
I swear to you.

She doesn't mind a murderer
in the family, but a rapist?

I'll grab a couple of guys
to help with the arrest.

It's gonna take
more than a couple.
Trust me.

This is it.

Police, open up!

Police, open up!

We've got a warrant
for Fernando Salva.

Nando no here.
I don't see Nando
one week now.

I'm the grandmother.Yeah, well, listen,
Grandma.

Your grandson
is in a lot of trouble.
You understand?

Now, if you see him,
give us a call.

All right, thanks, fellas.
Let's get out of here.

Okay, so you were right.
He wasn't here. Now what?

There's a great
pizza place a couple
of blocks from here.

I want to try
their turkey sausage.

We tried the turkey and
the ham, we had two cannolis
apiece. Can we go?

Salva's people
had to give him
the all clear by now.

Yeah, let's do it.

Stand up.

Hey, hey, don't run!

Rey! Rey,
he's going outside!

Where are you going?

Don't even breathe!

Fernando Salva, you're
under arrest for the murder
of Maureen Rankin.

You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you do say

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

"Case number 661254.
People v. Fernando Salva.

"Murder in the First Degree,
Robbery in the First Degree."

What is your plea,
Mr. Salva?

Not guilty.No bail, Your Honor.

The People want Mr. Salva
remanded to custody.

Your Honor, Mr. Salva
has no record,

he has lived in the same
apartment with his grandmother
since the age of 10.

And he kills people.
This is a capital charge.

Mr. Salva killed a total
stranger, a mother of four,
to steal her car.

Unlike my young colleague,
I believe in litigation
before incarceration,

as did the
Founding Fathers.

U.S. v. Salerno.There's no
constitutional right to bail.

In the State
of New York...

The New York
Appellate Division
ruled similarly

in People ex. rel. Shapiro
v. Keeper of City Prisons.
I prepared a brief.

Keeper of City Prisons.
I haven't heard that cite
since law school.

Your Honor, my client
fulfills all the customary
standards for bail.

I may not have
prepared a brief...

You should have,
Mr. Mercer.

The defendant is remanded
to custody.

Next.

You're taking
the Salva case.

Salva will plead out.
An answering machine
can handle it.

Nothing on the front page
of The Postis that easy.

You'll need
a second chair.

I'm doing fine
on my own.

You're not getting paid
all that money to look up
cases in the library.

If I need somebody,
I can borrow Crocker
for the afternoon.

Crocker.

What do you know
about Jamie Ross?

Not much.
She used to work at
Gorton and Steinhart.

She was married
to Neal Gorton.

She asked to stay
on the case.

She's been in the office
for less than six months.

She's had five years
as a criminal
defense attorney.

Eight homicide trials,
seven acquittals.

And a kid in day care.
I need somebody who can
put in the late hours.

To watch
the answering machine?

I like her.
So will you.

We're presenting
the Salva case

to the grand jury
this afternoon.

I prepared the slip.
It's my first capital case.

I wanted to make sure
I dotted all the I's.

It's fine. Just amend it
to murder two.

Murder in furtherance
of a robbery
is murder one.

The statute reads, "With
intent to cause the death
of another person."

Salva bashed
Rankin's head in
and left her for dead.

His intent couldn't
have been clearer.

It would be if he
had used his gun.

I didn't realize I was still
in the business of arguing
the defense's case.

We're in the business
of proving things
beyond a reasonable doubt.

We can prove murder two,
depraved indifference,
without breaking a sweat.

So, give the jury
the option with
a lesser included charge.

I don't mind breaking a sweat
if at the end of the day
we put Salva's lights out.

An eye for an eye?No. One worthless life

for the six he destroyed.

You heard the tape.
She showed him pictures
of her kids, for God's sake.

A good emotional argument.
It doesn't prove
the prima facie case.

I'm surprised. I mean,
with all due respect,

you witnessed
Mickey Scott's execution
and went right back to work.

I haven't gone soft,
Ms. Ross.

I can believe in
the death penalty without
being sanguine about it.

Well, don't temper your
enthusiasm on my account.

This is not
a capital case.

Well, I've seen
this evidence of yours,
Mr. McCoy.

No prints on
the purse. No gun.

And there's the member
of our Hindu community

who can tell
a Brahman bull
from a Guernsey,

but can't tell what kind
of car it was that my client
was allegedly driving.

Mr. Mercer...And then there
is Victor Driscoll.

Counterfeiter.

What can we say about him
that hasn't already been said
by a dozen parole boards?

We have the victim's
own identification
on tape.

My turn to have a brief
handy, Ms. Ross.

Motion to suppress.

Tough to suppress the fact
that the car was in
his fiancee's possession.

Well, then charge her
with the carjacking.

What?

Oh, no,
it's a lawyer's joke, son.

He's very much
in love with her.

Mr. McCoy, Ms. Ross.

Mercer's arguing that the tape
can't be authenticated.
Is that right?

Well, I compared
the voiceprints from Salva
and the voice on the tape.

It's a 20 to 40% match.

Well, 100 would be good,
but I'd settle for 60 to 80.

Well, you have a muffled
microphone, too much
background noise,

not to mention the tape
was ground into the mud.

They cleaned up a tape
that went through
a plane crash

and sat in a Florida
swamp for two weeks.

This tape wasn't encased
in a steel box.

You write 40% on your
report, and no jury
will ever hear it.

I'm not perjuring myself.

I'm just asking you to be
a little bit more aggressive
in your conclusions.

Expert defense witnesses
do that, Ms. Ross.

The voice can't be
conclusively identified
as my client's.

And we don't have the victim
to authenticate when or
where this tape was made.

We don't need Mrs. Rankin
to authenticate.

People v. Brownallows
the admission

of a spontaneous
description of events
as they occur.

That's fine if Mrs. Rankin
had physically described
my client,

but all they have
is a voice.

She elicited from Mr. Salva
his first name,
where he lives and with whom.

Under People v. McGee,
that's enough
to authenticate.

And if he had
identified himself as Jack,

a lawyer living alone
on the West Side?

No, the only thing
the tape proves is that
the killer knew my client.

I have a cite here,
People v. Theriault.

Theriault supports admitting
tape recorded conversations.

Yes. It also sets a standard
for admissibility.

"A mere self-serving
statement of identity

"by a person whose voice
is unknown to the listener

"is insufficient
authentication."

Let me see that.

What possible motive
would he have to lie
about his identity?

He knew he was
going to kill her.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy.
It's on point.

You need Mrs. Rankin
to authenticate.

If she were available,
Your Honor,
we wouldn't be here.

It's absurd. His client
benefits from killing.

That's enough.
I'm ruling for the motion.
The tape is out.

Thank you very much,
Your Honor.

Abe Mercer. Ten years ago,
he was a broken-down valise.

Bad divorce,
partners suing him,
ethics review.

If Doc Gooden can
rise from the dead,
why not Abe Mercer?

With a little help
from Judge Scarletti.

Spilled milk.

Half the time
he makes idiotic rulings
in our favor.

There still a case here?

Without the tape,
it's the Bulls
without Jordan.

Yeah, well,
seven-and-a-half-to-15
is better than nothing.

Put on your game face
and talk to Mercer.

In his shoes,
I'd take a chance
with a jury.

Yeah, well,
Scarletti will take
the hit in the press,

and a month from now
it'll be "Fernando who?"

Come in.

Jack, you got a minute?

This is Chuck Rodman
with the U.S. Attorney's
in the Southern District.

Chuck and I went to
Columbia together.

I told him about
the Salva case.

Yeah. Jamie tells me you might
have to take a plea and
you're not happy about it.

I appreciate
your stopping in
to commiserate.

Well, I can offer more
than my sympathies.

We'd like to take
the case off your hands.

Under the federal
anti-carjacking statutes,

we don't need to prove
that Mr. Salva intended
to kill Mrs. Rankin

in order to seek
the death penalty.

U.S. v. Holloway.
I'm familiar
with the ruling.

Then you're also aware
that the federal standards
for authentication

are much broader
than New York's.

They can get
the tape back in.

It's forum shopping.

I did the research.
Collateral estoppel won't
prevent a federal judge

from revisiting
Scarletti's decision.

We can practically
guarantee a conviction.

And an execution.

That would make
a nice pair of antlers
to hang on your wall.

I'll think about it. The Feds
have a stronger case.

I said
I'd think about it.

Thanks for coming in,
Mr. Rodman.

Right.

Stacking sandbags.
You learn that
from Neal Gorton?

No, I learned what
defense attorneys
are capable of.

Mercer is halfway
to an acquittal.

We lose in state court
and the Feds
can't touch Salva.

He's going to be free
because we passed up
on this opportunity.

Think how that will play
in the media.

No wonder
Adam likes you.

The case is dead
in the water.

According to you.

You seem to think that
you're the only capable
attorney in this office.

I have known Chuck Rodman
for 10 years. I don't see
what the problem is.

I don't like end-runs.

You want
to bring in the Feds,
you talk to me first.

So, this is
a pissing contest?

I thought if Salva
gets the maximum,
everybody wins.

In my office, we don't
hand off the ball,
we run with it.

Maureen Rankin was killed
in our jurisdiction!

Prosecuting her killer
is our responsibility!

We tossed Salva's apartment
and his fiancee's. No gun.

The car
was repainted.

I read in a forensics textbook
last night that paint
has unique characteristics.

Right. You can match it up
to the manufacturer.

So, if we knew who in
Salva's neighborhood
uses this paint,

that might lead us
to another witness.

Well, not that we didn't
think of that, but the lab
says they're all backed up.

Would a call from
the judge's clerk help?

Consider it done.

See you.

Bye.

Lot to be said for
pretty faces, Lennie.

Marino's Titanium Black?
You're talking about
a very popular color.

Everybody carries it.

Yeah, well, here in Belmont,
everybody is you
and two other places.

And we checked out
their invoices.

They've been
out of that color
for over a month.

Look, you painted that car,
eh, Mr. Cervantes?
That's destroying evidence.

Maybe even accessory
to murder.

What?

This is a joke.

Oh, you think that's funny?
Well, just for laughs,

maybe we'll
close your place down
for a couple of weeks

while we investigate.

Hey, look,
I just let Salva use
my shop after hours,

but I didn't know
it had anything to do
with any stolen car.

You saw him
with the car?

No. I lent him the keys.
He used to work for me.

He came by
about a week before.

Then his girlfriend
stopped by.

What for?To pick out the color.

She thought
that Titanium Black
sounded sexy.

The paint is
an exact match,

but Cervantes
can't put him together
with the car.

Not exactly
a smoking gun.

No, you had
the smoking gun.

Which was left
in a muddy field
for three days.

I guess our screw-up
was finding it.

Rey, cool it.Come on.

The counselor is right.
We messed up.

Group effort, Detective.

If Salva walks,
we're all in for it.

Unless we turn his fiancee.

As far as I know,
they haven't
canceled the wedding.

She picked out the paint color
three days before the car
was stolen.

She knew what
Salva was up to.

It's enough to make her
an accomplice.

At least for a grand jury.

Pick her up.
The charge is murder.

This is
getting out of hand.

Next, you'll be warming
a bed down the geriatric ward
for his grandmother.

You can't get me,
so you go after the women.

That make you feel
like you got something
between your legs?

It doesn't give me
the same rise you got
from killing Maureen Rankin.

If you want to spare
your fiancee, you know
exactly what to do.

He's not admitting
to anything.

What about you,
Ms. Galvez?

She's not talking either.

Ms. Galvez,
unless you want to go down
the same drain as Mr. Salva,

I advise you to
get your own lawyer.

I don't understand
what's taking so long.

I mean, you have
the right guy, don't you?

Yes, we do.

I see him on television
with his lawyer, that
superior look on his face,

and I wanna just...

I want that punk
dead, Ms. Ross,

and I want to do it
myself, you know?

I hate what this
is doing to me.

I understand
that feeling, Mr. Rankin,

but he's not
your responsibility.

We'll take care of him.

Somebody will call you
as soon as we have
a trial date.

I appreciate that.
Thank you.

The part of the job they
don't train you for. Looks
like you handled it well.

It's not hard
once you identify
with their hate.

What?

Neal and I had a client.
James Carper.

A sex murderer.

While the D.A. is describing
the crime to the jury,

Carper gets an erection
Barnum and Bailey could
have pitched a tent on.

I threw my coat over his lap
so the jury wouldn't notice.

I remember the case.
Carper walked.

Yeah, even though his DNA
was all over the crime scene.

Neal built his practice
on the infallibility
of DNA evidence.

Then he met
Carper's trust fund.

New tune, DNA is unreliable.

The jury acquits.

And three months later,
Carper killed again.

I believe in monsters
and things that go bump
in the night, Jack.

May they rot in hell
along with their attorneys.

I got a call from
Marcy Wrightman.

As of this morning,
she represents
Anna Galvez.

Looks like
the wedding is off.

I'm not
going to bore you
with a lot of talk

about soul-searching
and heartbreak.

Anna spent a week
in prison.
It was enough.

We're listening,
Ms. Wrightman.

Salva told her
where he hid
the gun he used.

She talks,
she walks.

Maybe you didn't
read the case file.
Mrs. Rankin wasn't shot.

He struck her with the butt.
All the evidence you need
is on the gun.

But first, all the charges
against Anna disappear.

After she testifies
in court.

No way.

I'm not talking
against Fernando
to his face.

I'll tell you
where the gun is,
but that's it.

Okay, deal.

Provided the gun
conclusively links Salva
to the murder.

He makes
a wrong turn
with that hook,

somebody sitting on the john
is in for a big surprise.

I can think of nicer ways
of getting goosed
in the morning.

Got it.

The grip panel is cracked.
That could be hair.

It's Rankin's
hair and blood
and Salva's prints.

Tell Scarletti's clerk
we're ready for trial.

From Mercer,
about the gun.

He's moving to suppress
on a claim of privilege.

The People's knowledge
of the gun's whereabouts

came as a result of
a privileged communication
between my client and myself.

Our information came
from his client's fiancee.

Mr. Salva and his fiancee,
Ms. Galvez, were
conferring with me

when Mr. Salva disclosed
where he had hidden the gun.

People v. Osorio,
when a client communicates
with his attorney

in the presence
of a third party,

it's assumed he's
waived privilege.

Yes, it is.

But at the time,
I was both Mr. Salva
and Ms. Galvez's attorney.

The communication was made
for the purpose of mounting
a common defense.

It's privileged.Your Honor,
for all we know,

Mr. Salva told his fiancee
about the gun over dinner.

I direct your attention,
Your Honor,

to the supporting affidavits
from Mr. Salva and Ms. Galvez

attesting to
the time and place
the communications occurred.

Your Honor, these affidavits
can't be taken at face value.

They're self-serving,
and in one case,
it may have been coerced.

An outrageous
accusation.

Calm down, Mr. Mercer.
I'm granting your motion.

The gun is out.

You didn't think to mention
that there might be
a privilege problem?

She didn't tell me.

She didn't know it made
a difference when Salva
told her about the gun.

And you didn't ask?

I assumed it was between
bouts of heavy breathing.
So did you.

So, shoot us both.

She'll have to
take the stand.

She'd rather eat
ground glass.
Forget it.

Use your powers
of persuasion.

Absolutely not.

You agreed to a plea.
We held up our end.
We gave you the gun.

You renege,
try cutting a deal
in this town again.

See you.

Your credibility is not
a boomerang. Give it up,
it doesn't come back.

One defendant
is not worth it.

We lost the tape.
We lost the gun.

I'm starting to doubt
the Constitution, Adam.

Well, gotta move to Montana.
Live on a compound.

You'll love this.

Twelve years ago,
Marcy Wrightman shared
an office with Abe Mercer.

Where did you
learn this from?

A process server.

Back then, Wrightman went
by her maiden name, Fletcher.

Oh, yes. Marcy Fletcher.
They shared more
than an office.

Son of a bitch.
Mercer played us.

He sent Ms. Galvez
to cut a deal

knowing the gun
wouldn't get in.

He got her off the hook,
but we'll never prove it.

Not to sound like
a broken record...

I'm not giving up
on Salva.

The gun can't be used
against Mr. Salva,

but it can be used
against your client.

We have a deal.

With the State of New York,
not with the United States
Government.

Mr. Rodman,
this is Anna Galvez,

and this is her attorney,
Marcy Fletcher Wrightman.

Mr. Rodman is with
the U.S. Attorney's Office.

What's going on here?

This letter cedes
jurisdiction to the Feds.

Ms. Galvez, you and
your boyfriend will be
prosecuted in federal court.

Mr. Rodman assures me
the tape will be admitted
into evidence.

Both of you will face
the death penalty under
the anti-carjacking statute.

It's not
Romeo and Juliet...

Just because she knew
where the gun was

doesn't make her
an accomplice.

I'd settle for
one execution.

What do you want
from me?

You take the stand
against your boyfriend,
I tear up this letter.

We need a moment
alone here.

So, what am I,
the dog or the pony?

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

I blew off a staff meeting
to come here for this.

Now, I came here in good faith
and I expected to leave
with a capital case.

I never promised
you anything.

Persona non grata, Jamie.
Your calls don't get returned.

He'll get over it.

Before she agrees to testify
as to what Mr. Salva told her
about the crime,

my client wants
an assurance from you.

Yeah?

I don't want my baby
to grow up without a father.

I don't want Fernando
going away forever.

You have to promise me
that he won't.

Ms. Galvez, I'm sorry
about your situation,

but the only way
you can help
your boyfriend now

is to keep Uncle Sam
from shoving a needle
into his arm.

You don't understand.
It's my fault.

I made him promise
to get me a car

so that I could take
my mother to work
at night in Brooklyn.

He has his pride.
He wanted to take
care of me.

He told you
he was planning
to steal the car?

Only after,
when it was on the news.
He was so sick about it.

That's why he didn't
shoot her. That's why
he covered her up.

He is not evil.
He did it for me
because I wanted a car.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry it happened.

For the record,
the jury having
found Fernando Salva

guilty of Murder in
the Second Degree,

we are here for the purpose
of imposing sentence.

Mr. McCoy, are you
ready to proceed?

Your Honor,
I renew my objection.
You excluded this tape...

At trial.
It's being offered
at this hearing

not for its
probative value,

but as an aggravating
factor in sentencing.

Now, sit down.

Fernando,
please, think about this.

All the trouble
you'll get in.

You'll regret it for
the rest of your life.

It's too late.
It don't matter.

I've met a lot of
young men like you
in my work.

Boys everyone gave up on.
But they turned
their lives around.

So can you, Fernando.
I can help you.
I want to help you.

Get out of the car.

No, wait.
Listen to me.

Think of all the people
you're going to hurt.

Your family.
You'll ruin their lives.

Come on. Come on, move.

No, please.

Look at the picture.
Look at my little babies.

I love them so much.
I love their father.

Please, don't take me
away from him. Come on!

No! No, I don't
want to die! Let go!

No, stop!

Shut up! Let go! Please!

For the love of God,
don't kill me!

Let go!
Turn around.

Please, just stop
and think, Fernando.

You're making
a terrible mistake.

Just stop and think.

The People have
nothing further,
Your Honor.

The lab ran off a copy.

Good.

I'm leaving instructions
to play it at Salva's parole
hearing 25 years from now.

Makes you wonder
how close she came
to walking away from it.

She was dead
the minute he said,
"Drive."

Then why didn't
he shoot her?

The noise.

So, you want to join me
for a club soda?

Not tonight.
Rain check?

You know, a few weeks
before it happened,
she wanted to quit.

I talked her
out of it.

Yeah, well,
I could have kept
walking past that bar.