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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.

If Missy Lempkin's
neckline fell any lower,
it would hit Philadelphia.

I didn't notice.

She practically
assaulted you.

Do we have to
do this every time?

They're not even real,
you know.

Why do you think she spent
last spring in Geneva?

For the skiing?

Geneva is flat.

What is that?

Oh, my God.

Thomas! Call 911.

Oh, my lord!

No sign of forced entry.
The door has a buzzer.

Place sells old coins,
antiques, statues.

How about
a '56 Willie Mays?

Nothing that good.

Stephen Campbell,
50 years old, the owner.

Smashed in the
back of the head,
hard, about 10:00 p.m.,

judging by
the body temperature.

With this? A nice green
glass Tiffany lamp?

More likely this.
Blood and tissue, unless
these tired eyes deceive me.

It's part of a matched set.

Well, he picked it up
when he came here.

Spur of the moment?

Well,
he didn't forget to take
souvenirs of his visit.

But look
what he left behind.

Why not take this stuff?
Solid gold.
Anno Domini 1742.

So, he wasn't a master thief.
Some junkie stuffs his pockets
and runs.

What, Campbell buzzed in
some crazed junkie?

Well, it could have been
a close personal friend.

You want to ask his wife?

"To my husband.
Ten wonderful years."

4:00 a.m. She's gonna be
thrilled to see us.

I was
always so worried
about the gallery.

He had so many
valuable things.

He promised me
he'd never work
there alone.

Are you going to
take me to see him?

When you're ready.

Mrs. Campbell,
we have to ask,

can you think of anybody
who might have wanted to
hurt your husband?

No.

Stephen was a businessman.
He loved old coins.

He dealt with coin people,
not murderers.

Did you talk
with him last night?

Yes.

He called me
at his mother's
apartment.

She and I were
planning a surprise
party for his birthday.

He said he was
meeting a client, late.

He mention a name?

His assistant would know.
Nancy Farber.

He didn't tell me
about any appointment.

Did he usually
tell you about
his appointments?

After hours?
Not necessarily.

I just can't believe this.

Can you tell what's missing?
That might help us.

Oh, Mr. Campbell
kept an inventory.

These are the most
valuable things out here.

Some rare Dutch ducatoons.

It's not even locked.

In here,
it really doesn't
make much sense.

Some Weimar
commemoratives are gone,
worth maybe $2,000 total,

but right here,
look, three Maximilians.

Valuable?$10,000 each.

Brother, can you
spare a Maximilian?

Oh, my...BRISCOE: What now?

There should be
40 coins on consignment
from Richard Petersen here.

Richard Petersen? The guy
who rented out Giants Stadium?

Yes, he and Mr. Campbell did
a lot of business together.

They talked
at least once a day.

Where was he going?

To get something to eat.

And after that?

I'm not really sure.

Well,
uh, are you partly sure?

Was this one of those
after-hours appointments

that he didn't necessarily
tell you about?

There was a woman.

Some kind of aristocrat.

You're the Contessa
of Alto-Perugia?

That's right.
Altomeans upper.

I take it you're from the
southern part of the upper?

South Carolina, actually.
My late husband,
the Count, was from Italy.

We met at a
golf tournament
in Florida.

He was a golfer?

No.
He sold cookware.

The Italian government
took his family's property
years ago.

I'm still negotiating
with the consulate
trying to get his fair share.

Meanwhile,
you'd become friendly
with Mr. Campbell?

Oh.

Yes. Why, I've always
been a fool for a man
who could make me laugh.

I went in there
to sell some gold,
and the rest is history.

Did you and he
make any history
last night?

We were supposed to,
but he canceled.

Something came up
at the gallery.

How were things
going between you two?

Fine.

And where
were you last night?Here.

Alone?

Goodness,
do I need an alibi?

Oh. Richard Petersen
called about 9:30,
looking for Stephen.

Richard Petersen,
the businessman?

Yes. We talked for a while.

He's a friend of mine, too.

Does he make you laugh?

Detective, I believe you're
trying to make me laugh.

I spoke to the Contessa.
She was home.

You recognized her voice?

I'd recognize
a lot more than that.

What, you and Campbell
shared her?

Oh, she has a lot
of friends. She's fun.

Yeah, and I'm sure she loved
all of you for yourselves.

Plus a fur coat
or something
once in a while.

You know,
I'm a lot more popular
now that I'm rich.

Now, look, by the way,
that reminds me,
I want to post a reward.

Who do I talk to?
I know the Commissioner.

You mean,
to get your coins back?

No.
To catch Stephen's murderer.
He was a friend of mine.

We had fun together.

You and him
and the Contessa?

Golly, no.
Collecting coins.

Here, touch this.
Feel that.

Plato might have
bought lettuce
with that coin.

Pericles may have had
his sandals fixed, hired a
prostitute, bought a slave...

Bribed a cop.

My whole business
started with coins.

Lincoln pennies
in the third grade.

High school.
I was the fat kid at the
coin show at the Hilton.

I bought my first building
using Alexandrian
tetradrachms as collateral.

This like the ones
Campbell was holding
for you?

No, he had my prize
Greeks and Romans.

Constantines, Cleopatras,
Alexander the Greats.

Superb conditions.

Audrey, bring these officers
the list we gave the insurers.

Well, at least
you're insured.

Yeah, for the money.

These coins,
they're like my children.

So, how many people
knew you'd adopted them?

Well, for that you'd have to
look at the latest issue of
Homage Magazine.

Yeah, they did a profile.

"With
an unquenchable appetite,
Petersen scours the world,

"looking for
new jewels to add to
his already estimable crown."

Turn the page,
he's wearing
a Superman costume.

"When he launched
New Jersey Air,

"banks in four states
vied to offer him financing."

How come rich guys
always owe a billion dollars?

High finance, Lennie.

Latent came up empty
on the murder weapon.
The surface was bumpy.

From now on, we'll have to
issue smooth lead pipes to
all the murderers.

Campbell let somebody in
who was mad enough
to bust his head open.

Or who knew how to read.

I mean, the coins are
described in this article.

And Campbell
is mentioned
several times.

Well, he's a coin dealer.
He'd open the door
to a potential customer.

After hours?
Somebody he already knew.

Well, they could have
met recently.

A thief who owns a nice suit
reads about the coins,

goes to the gallery
a couple of times.

We can call Campbell's
assistant and get a list
of who's been browsing.

My father
has been in China
for the last month.

He'll be back next week,
but I can go e-mail him
if you want.

Oh, no, that's okay.

We must be looking
for a different Chad Markham.

I'm Chad Markham III.

Were you at the
Campbell Gallery
last week?

Yeah.
Is this about that murder?
Do you know who did it?

Well, we're working on it.

If you're talking to me,
you must be nowhere.

Anyway,
what were you doing there?

I collect coins.

Mainly silver Athenians,
but a few Corinthian staters.

I wanted to see
the Petersen collection.

They're supposed to be
the best Athenians anywhere.

Yeah, well, I hope
they measured up
to your expectations.

I never got to see them.
Mr. Campbell said they were
out being appraised.

Do you mind?
My light...

Oh, I'm sorry.

This won't take very long,
Miss Sandler.

Good. If I stop now,
this cherub will have
three wings.

I'm almost down
to original pigment.

You didn't paint this,
did you?

No.

And my name
is not Correggio,
and I didn't die in 1534.

Any other questions?

Yeah.
About the Campbell Gallery.

Awful.
I read about that.

We understand
you visited there
a couple of times recently.

Campbell advertised
some 17th century
Ferdinand and Isabellas.

Did you buy them? No.

He wanted high retail.
I'll wait for an auction.

You didn't also see
some rare Greek and Roman
coins there, did you?

The Petersen collection?
I asked.

Mr. Campbell said they were
out with a potential buyer.
Mark Lehmann.

It's news to me.

You didn't have the coins?

Not for lack of trying.

I get horny
just thinking
about those babies.

Yeah, little cold pieces
of metal turn me on, too.

It's money in a
different shape.
I like money.

Looks like you got
a floating office over there.

I thought people
took up sailing to relax.

If I know what's going on,
then I can relax.

Okay, so you're out
in Long Island Sound,
making money

so you can buy money?

And bragging rights.

Ten years ago it was
Impressionist paintings.

Then those yahoos in Soho.

Right, next year you'll
spend a million bucks on
some antique hula hoops, huh?

Look, those coins
are classics.

They're works of art
and antiques and rare
and intrinsically valuable.

I told Campbell
to name his price.

So, why didn't
you have them?

Timing. Petersen sold them
two weeks ago to a Korean

who wanted to
rub them in the faces
of the Japanese.

The coins were in Seoul.
Excuse me.

Okay, fill me in, Rey.

Petersen is looking for
some coins that were stolen
from him two nights ago,

except he sold them
to some Korean two weeks ago.

What? He forgot?

Or Campbell sold them
on his own and forgot to
tell the guy who owned them.

Stephen said
my coins were where?

He told Lehmann
that they were in Seoul.

That's impossible.
I don't know anybody
in Seoul.

He told
somebody else that they
were out being appraised.

Yeah, well,
he might have said that.

Those coins are worth
millions of dollars.

You don't just pull them
out of the vault
for every sightseer.

Well, Lehmann
is hardly a sightseer.
He was offering cash money.

Oh, have you checked
his balance sheet?
I haven't.

Maybe Stephen didn't
consider him a serious buyer.

Or maybe
he didn't have
the coins anymore.

Could Mr. Campbell
have sold them

and been planning
to surprise you
with the check?

He wouldn't
have to tell just me.
He'd have to tell the bank.

Those coins
were collateral on
my Jersey Air loan.

Oh, your new airline?

Yeah. I'm taking
flying lessons
in my own 747.

You see,
it just doesn't
make any sense.

Unless Mr. Campbell was
having financial problems.

What, and stole my coins?

He was
one of my best friends,
and he was doing fine.

The gallery records say
the coins were in the safe.

Nothing about a sale.

Any paperwork
from international shippers?

Campbell sent a lot of stuff
to Europe, nothing to Asia.

But he made up
three different excuses

to avoid showing those coins
to interested customers.

They weren't in that safe.

But he was
Petersen's best friend.

But he needed money
more than he needed a pal.

You know, those aren't
the kind of goods you just
sell to Vinnie the Fence.

I'm gonna put this stuff
on the wire to Interpol.

There was a case at OCCB.

The mob hijacked a truck,
thought it had VCRs in it.

It had three early Picassos.
They took it to a specialist.

Look, I'll tell you
everything I know
about the Petersen coins.

Because
you don't know anything?

I'm knowledgeable,
not omniscient.

I haven't heard a thing
about them since the robbery.

How about before the robbery?

Oh. You think Campbell
was diddling the fat boy?

What do you think?

Nothing.

But if Campbell sold
the coins, they went
to someone discreet

with a very private vault.

What's the fun in that?
No bragging rights.

Some people
just like to hold them.

Yeah, and think about
how Socrates used them
to buy a kielbasa.

I take it your friend
is not a collector.

What was
the word on Campbell?

Respectable.

But I wouldn't be
surprised if he was
a little short of money.

A few months ago
he had an auction
for gold Napoleons.

Big estimated values.
He didn't even get
the reserves.

Had to take them
all back home.

Stephen found
those coins in Brussels.

Nothing like them had been
seen on the market in years.

He was certain
interest would be high.

But he was wrong?

A month before the auction,
a French frigate was salvaged
off Martinique,

loaded with gold Napoleons.

He didn't have
a crystal ball.

That must have
pinched financially.

What does
any of this have to do
with Stephen's murder?

Well, sometimes financial
circumstance plays a role.

Well, things were fine.

That's what
your husband told you?

Ask our accountant.
He'll tell you.

Well, Campbell
must have been trying to
shield her from the bad news.

We understand he was
a real gentleman that way.

Yeah, but he'd never
gone out on a limb
this far before.

And using $2 million
of other people's money.

Whose money?

Well,
he put together a syndicate,
mostly doctors and dentists,

and promised them
50% return on their money.

One of the doctors
had already retained
a lawyer.

Did Richard Petersen
know about this?

Well, he was a member
of the syndicate.

The lawyer
was contacting
all the investors.

How do you think
Petersen reacted to hearing

that the guy holding his
prize coins was about to
have his assets seized?

I guess his first reaction
was losing his memory.

He told us
Campbell didn't have
any financial problems.

I'd get my prize coins
the hell off the premises,

and if my buddy didn't
give them to me because
he didn't have them anymore...

Yeah, and if it meant
having to give up my 747?

I think I'd be a little upset.

So, where did
Petersen say he ate
the night of the murder?

Hey, excuse me!

He sat
at table seven, by the door.
You know, see and be seen.

Uh-huh. What kind of
a mood was he in?Good.

He likes
our lobster ravioli.

He told us
he was with a reporter.

Yeah, but he was
paying more attention
to his cell phone.

Well,
who likes reporters?

Well, you should have
seen this reporter.

You didn't
happen to overhear

what he was talking about
on his phone, did you?

Sure. I became the most
popular restaurant in Soho

by listening to
my customers' conversations
and telling to the police.

Is that a yes or a no?

No.

What time did
Petersen leave?

Well, that I don't remember,
but it was before dessert.

And he ordered
the chocolate soufflé.

Did he leave
with the reporter?

No. Separate cabs.

Sure, what's in it for me?

The satisfaction
of fulfilling your
responsibilities as a citizen?

Is Richard Petersen
a murder suspect?

'Cause I'll tell you,
that could really pep up
my story.

Why? You didn't exactly
find him scintillating?

Coins, coins, coins.
I don't write for
Insomniacs' Monthly.

Well, sounds like
you put him to sleep,
Sally.

We hear
he started making phone calls
during the middle of dinner.

Rich people
have a lot of
urgent business.

He checked his messages
and he returned one call.

What did he say?

I couldn't hear,
but after he finished,
he said he had to leave.

What time was that?

Now, what did you guys say
I'd be getting out of this?

Well, how about a daily
briefing on the ongoing
murder investigation?

I'll tell you what,
here's my unlisted
cell phone number.

It was early,
wasn't even 10:00.

Anyway, I invited him
back to my place for coffee.

You invite all your
interview subjects home
or just the rich ones?

What do you think?
Anyway, he passed.

Unbelievable.

No kidding.

'Cause I make great coffee.

7:00 p.m. Campbell calls
Petersen's service.

9:45, Petersen
calls the Contessa, then the
gallery from the restaurant.

Ten minutes later
he's out the door.

Leaving the lovely
lady journalist
to sail home alone.

Do you know
where Petersen went
from the restaurant?

Not home.
The doorman said he didn't
get home till almost midnight.

So, he goes to see Campbell
to discuss his coins,
which aren't there.

And loses his temper.
It plays.

There was a robbery.
Some coins were taken.

Yeah,
cheap Weimar commemoratives.

Petersen might have
grabbed them on the way out.

Well, get a search warrant.
See how the other half lives.

Nice suits, nice carpet.
You could put a swimming pool
in that closet.

Yeah, Lennie,
but is he happy?

I'd be ecstatic.

You can leave now.

Uh, you can leave, too.

You know, Mr. Petersen,
even though you are
a taxpayer,

technically we don't
actually work for you
personally.

Search warrant.

Searching for what?
I'm the victim, remember?

My coins were stolen.
My friend was killed.

Speaking of coins...
Deutschland, 1928.

You're the expert.

Are these
Weimar commemoratives?

Golly gee, guys,
this just doesn't
make any sense.

I left that restaurant
and went back to my office.

And nobody talked to you,
nobody saw you?

If I'd known
I was gonna be
accused of murder,

I'd have struck up
a conversation.

What did you and Campbell
talk about when you called
him from the restaurant?

We were going to
Italy next month

to look at some coins
dug up from a site near
Cortona.

Oh, so you rushed
out of the restaurant so
you could start packing early?

No, you got me.
I went and I killed
my friend Stephen.

Why?Why would he steal them?

You said
he didn't have
financial problems.

He wouldn't and he didn't.

Yeah, but you said
even if he did.

Why would I kill a friend
over 3% of my net worth?

Leverage, Petersen.
It was collateral for part
of one loan for the airline

that was part of
your transportation
holding company,

which was financed
up to your eyebrows.

So, you pull out
one brick from that wall,
it comes crashing down,

you gotta go back
to collecting
Lincoln pennies.

Rey. Rey, Rey, Rey,
do me a favor.

Go to business school for
a couple of years before you
explain my financing to me.

Okay?

I can't talk right now.
I have to go to
business school.

Do it later.
Campbell's assistant
identified the German coins

as the cheap ones
stolen from the gallery.

And Latent got
Petersen's prints from a
securities dealer license.

They match the prints
on the safe,
inside and out.

Miss Ross. Just in time.

Richard Petersen?

You know this guy?I've met him. He's rich.

Well, with the
evidence we have,

if he's Ricky Petersen
of East 111th Street,
we'd arrest.

So do it.

Oh, Rey, did you know
that the ancient Greeks

sometimes made coins
of silver mixed with gold?

Golly gee, Richard,
you're under arrest for the
murder of Stephen Campbell.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right
to an attorney...

Kudos to your associate, Jack.

$2 million bail.
Gotta be a record.

He can afford it.
Didn't he charter
the Concorde

and invite his
hundred best friends
for a birthday party?

A hundred and ten,
including the mayor
and three congressmen.

Are you mad
you weren't invited,

or are you
trying to impress them
with this absurd prosecution?

Just doing my job.
Prosecuting a murderer.

I didn't kill Stephen.

No, you just
left your fingerprints
all over the safe.

What, what, what,
don't you people listen?

We did business together.

I was at the gallery
all the time.

And the German coins
the police found
in your apartment?

Payment on a bet.

Stephen thought Claudius
invaded England in 46 AD.

I picked up the coins
the day before.

And hid them
in your sock drawer?

So, he'll
plead to unusual storage
in the first degree.

On the murder charge,
not guilty.

Man has got an explanation
for everything, and he's
a well-liked public figure.

Don't tell me.
You went to his
birthday party?

Nope. I get airsick.

Just because
he flies around
with congressmen

doesn't mean a jury
is going to believe him.

Juries love rich defendants.

They throw
fancy victory parties.

Juries love
sympathetic defendants.

Not greedy ones
who kill over
a batch of old coins.

Can you prove
that Campbell stole
Richard Petersen's coins?

The wolves were
at Campbell's door.

All of a sudden,
he stopped showing
those coins to customers.

The only
reasonable explanation
is that he sold them.

Okay, I'm convinced.
But did Petersen know it?

And that's your motive,
isn't it?

Here's the phone log.
Mr. Petersen's lawyer
already made a copy.

This covers the month
before the murder?

Yes, and there's no call
from any lawyer about any
problem with Mr. Campbell.

Maybe the call
went directly
to Mr. Petersen.

All his calls go through me.

Otherwise he writes messages
on the backs of envelopes
and loses them.

Maybe the call
wasn't logged.

All his calls are logged.
I'm gonna testify to it.

What's this?
"Call regarding
Homagecoins?"

Just somebody
who read that article.

Somebody who called
three times in one day.

Hmm.
She never gave her name.

Said she thought
some of the coins
belonged to her family.

Six Roman Cleopatras.
Said she needed to see them.

And what happened?

We get all kinds of cranks.
I just told her
Mr. Campbell had them.

She called again
on the day of the murder.
What did she say then?

I don't know.

Why not?

What does this check mark
next to it mean?

Mmm, well, Mr. Petersen
took the call.

This mystery caller
was hot to see the coins.
She got sent off to Campbell.

Who was previously
unable to show them
to anyone else.

Does his assistant
remember her?

No, but we know
she was determined.

After Campbell
brushed her off,

she called Petersen,
talked to him again.

If she told him Campbell
didn't have his coins...

She's our
new star witness.

All we have to do is take
an ad in the Times.

Unknown woman desperately
seeking Roman Cleopatras,
please contact Manhattan D.A.

She said
they belonged to her family.
Maybe there's a record.

That's the coin?

That's Cleopatra.

Lovely physique,
don't you think?

Lovely.

Do you have any idea
who owned Petersen's
Cleopatras before he did?

Well, only three sets
of that quality are described
in the literature.

One in the
Dutch Landesmuseum.

Another belonged
to the Rothschilds.

And a third
in a private collection.
Isidor Schoenberg of Munich.

As of when?

1935.

The Landesmuseum
still has their Cleopatras,

and a Rothschild nephew
just displayed theirs
at a show in Lille.

Which leaves
Isidor Schoenberg.

A Jew in Germany
in 1935?

What are the odds
he survived the Nazis?

100%. I called the INS.

Isidor Schoenberg,
displaced person, landed
in Ellis Island in 1948.

Six years later he joined
the New York Numismatics Club.

He's here?He was. He's dead.

But I checked
the White Pages.

Mrs. Isidor Schoenberg
still lives in
Washington Heights.

After all these years,
someone is finally taking
an interest in Isidor's coins.

Maybe he should have
called the District Attorney.
He tried everyone else.

The War Reparations Board,
United Nations,

President Truman,
President Eisenhower,
President Kennedy.

He lost the coins?

Lost.

Before the Nazis,
Isidor's family
was prosperous.

They owned knitting mills.

Isidor bought the
Cleopatras at an auction
in London in 1931.

This is the catalog.
You can keep it.

Isidor's father thought
that Hitler was a buffoon,

that it
couldn't possibly last,
but Isidor wasn't so sure.

So, he took the coins to
Switzerland and put them
in a bank vault there.

He should have kept on going,
but his father and mother and
sisters were all in Munich.

The Nazis killed them all.

Isidor survived Auschwitz.

What happened to his coins?

He went back to the bank,
but he had no documents,
so he was turned away.

That's when he started
writing letters?

For 40 years.
It was an obsession.

You say these coins
were stolen in a murder?

Mmm-hmm.

I told him, "Isidor, stop.
They tried to defeat us,
but... But we beat them."

We... We lived.
We had a child.

Mrs. Schoenberg, did you ever
call a man named Richard
Petersen about the coins?

No.

If they were at my feet,
I wouldn't bend down
to pick them up.

You said you had a child.

Hmm. Judith.
A very talented artist.

Her name is
Judith Schoenberg?

No. She keeps her
former husband's name.
Sandler.

She works
as an art restorer.

I don't have time
to take phone calls
from every lunatic

who has nothing better
to do with theirs.

You took this one.

I don't remember.

What's this
all about, Jack?

A woman who thought
some of your client's
coins belonged to her.

Really?
And she was at Campbell's?

Yes.

And she called Mr. Petersen?

Yes.

Think, Richard.

Yeah, now I remember.
Audrey put her through.

Nervous woman.
Ranting on about
the Cleopatras.

No wonder Stephen
didn't show her my coins.

She told you
he wouldn't show
them to her?

Yeah, and she was
very insistent.

I mean, she was bitter,
like she had some right...

Golly, she's the one,
isn't she?

We have no evidence of that.

You do now.

This the kind of place
you gave up to be a D.A.?

Mine had nicer leather.
What now? Search warrant
on Judith Sandler?

On the testimony
of the accused killer?

Not unless
you get the judge drunk.

So, I'll talk to her.
Ask what she was doing
that night.

We can go together.

You think
I need my hand held?

This could be
the crucial interview.

I'll take notes.

Judith didn't
come in today.
She was upset.

She said someone from the
District Attorney's office
was harassing her mother.

That was me, but I
wasn't harassing her.
She served me tea.

Ah, well,
Judith does overreact
to things sometimes.

You know
about her family?

Yes.

So it's understandable.

She once came
into work in tears

after reading an article
about Rwanda on the bus.

Is that all
she overreacts to?

No.

She doesn't like
bad weather
or tight spaces.

At our Christmas party
she got hysterical

when she found herself
sandwiched between three
skinny curators and a wall.

She sounds like
she might be
a difficult employee.

She's also
my best restorer,

and she doesn't mind
working late.

I put her on the
ground floor so she doesn't
have to ride the elevator.

Did she happen
to work late on Monday
night, two weeks ago?

Why?A man was murdered.

By Judith?

I don't think so.

Hmm.

She was supposed to work
that night, but she never
came back after dinner.

It must have
started to rain.

I don't want
to talk to you.

We don't need to talk,
Miss Sandler.

We'd just like to
look around your apartment.

Do you have a warrant?

No, we'd like
your consent.

Oh, sure.

And while you're at it,
why don't you try on
a few of my dresses?

I have some jewelry
you might like.

We're trying
to be nice about this.

You're harassing me.
You harassed my mother.

I'm filing a complaint.

I can go ask a judge
for a warrant.

Of course,
these officers will have to
stay here until I get back

to make sure you
don't remove anything.

Why are you doing this to me?

We know why you went
to the Campbell Gallery.
You lied to the police.

Would you mind
stepping back a little?
I don't feel well.

We could all
just go inside.No.

We don't like it
when you lie to us.
It makes us suspicious.

I don't want to
talk about this.

But you told us
you felt just awful
about poor Mr. Campbell.

I want you to go away.

Just a quick look.

You're not going
to find anything.

Look, please...
I have to go inside.

A few minutes.

All right, all right.
All right.

Do you have
any coins in here, miss?

No.

Just coin magazines?

Yes.

Are you almost done?

The article on Petersen.
You a fan of his?

I want you to leave now.

Look at this.
Ground-in green glass.

Same as the broken lamp
at the crime scene.

Is that where this
came from, Miss Sandler?

No more questions.

Turn around, please.

Judith Sandler,
you're under arrest for the
murder of Stephen Campbell.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right to...

Another day,
another defendant.

The glass
in Judith Sandler's shoe is
from Campbell's broken lamp.

She was in
the gallery that night.

Yeah, she was there,
Petersen was there.

How about the cast of
Phantom of the Opera?
They drop by?

We're just going
where the evidence
takes us.

It's going to take you
straight to an acquittal.

You got two mutually
inconsistent suspects

with two
mutually inconsistent
theories of the crime.

We're not going to trial
against both of them.

We've got plenty of time
to sort things out.

Yeah, well,
this should help.

Sandler's lawyer has moved
to suppress the evidence
from her apartment.

The Fourth Amendment
requires voluntary and
specific consent, Your Honor.

Which was given.

I didn't want them
to come in.

She says now,
after incriminating
evidence was discovered.

I said then.

Miss Sandler,
this isn't the time.

She heard me.

She changed her mind
voluntarily.
It's in the affidavits.

They'll all just lie.

Enough, Miss Sandler.

Your Honor, even
if she did say yes,
she was coerced.

She was confronted
by Miss Ross and
two armed detectives.

Who was she
supposed to bring,
Campfire Girls?

Miss Ross deliberately
preyed on Miss Sandler's
mental vulnerabilities,

of which she was
well aware, Your Honor.

What mental vulnerabilities?

Judith Sandler
is the child of
Holocaust survivors.

With all respect,

what does what happened
to someone else 50 years ago
have to do with this case?

Survivors' children
exhibit a well-defined

galaxy of psychiatric
symptoms, Your Honor.

Including claustrophobia.

Miss Ross and the two
policemen might as well
have been stepping

on Ms. Sandler's
broken leg to make her
say what they wanted.

All we did was ask.
She said, "Yes."

Please.If only that were
still the issue, Miss Ross.

I'll hear testimony
to determine the validity
of Miss Sandler's consent.

I want
a psychological
exam by our expert.

Granted.

Did you ever see
a psychiatrist before?

Why? To cheer me up?

Do you need cheering up?

Have you noticed
what goes on in the world?

Bosnia, Burundi, Chechnya.

I have an idea.
Why don't I just
put on a happy face?

Have you
always been concerned
about other people?

Ever since
I can remember.

Even when
what's happening
is so far away?

How far away
is the television?

The families of the people
who died in that plane crash.

People standing in front
of smashed trailers
after a hurricane.

A shoe floating
on a mud puddle.

I watch.

I cry.

Did your parents react
to things that way?9

I'm not sure
how my parents felt.

You knew about their
experiences in Germany.

They didn't talk about it.

They wanted me
to be an American girl.

Nancy Drew stories,
Radio City Music Hall.

Well, your father must have
talked about his coins.

Pieces of metal.

They mattered to him.

Why do you think that was?

After all he'd been through,
why were they so important?

They weren't.

A few pieces of metal.

His family, his business,
the house he grew up in,
his dogs...

He wanted to get
one thing back.

Her anger at what was done to
her parents has been displaced
externally into empathy.

Internally into depression.

How about into violence?

If she felt it would
avenge what was done
to her parents by the Nazis.

Campbell wasn't a Nazi.
He was a coin dealer.

Dealing in what
she thought were coins
her father lost to the Nazis.

What about the search?

She's capable
of voluntary consent.

There's no indication
of breaks with reality.

Her alleged claustrophobia?

I didn't back her
into a corner,

but that would be
consistent with her
other problem.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

I know the rules, Jack.

I know you know them.

I told them over and over.
I didn't want them in my
apartment.

But they insisted?

They ignored me.

They kept moving closer.

And how did
that make you feel?

Like I was
losing control.

I was having trouble
breathing. I asked
them to step back.

Did they?

No.

She kept saying
they wanted to come inside.

I see. So did you feel
that you had a choice?

I felt panicky.

I kept thinking
how the police came
for my parents.

So, Miss Sandler,
when you said, "All right,"

did that mean that
you wanted them to
search your apartment?

No. I wanted them
to leave me alone.

I see. Thank you.

Miss Sandler, did you think
Detectives Briscoe and Curtis

were members of the Gestapo?

No.

Did Miss Ross tell you
they needed your consent
to search your apartment?

That's what she said.
I didn't know
what they would do.

We have laws here,
Miss Sandler.
We have rules.

They had laws
in Nazi Germany, too.

Can someone explain
this decision to me, please?

Sandler trotted out
the Holocaust and shed
a few crocodile tears.

Yeah. Nice.

And Miss Ross' conduct
played no part?

I believed I was
acting correctly.

I would have done
exactly the same thing, Adam.

Mr. Schiff,
it's downstairs.

Thank you. Yes?

Petersen and his lawyer.

To see me?Me.

I believe
you all know each other.

Actually,
we've been waiting to
hear from Mr. McCoy.

To drop the murder charge
against Mr. Petersen.

The case is under review.

Oh, come on, Jack.

You've lost your evidence
against Judith Sandler,

but we all know she did it.

Yeah, for a killer to go free
because of some technicality,
I mean...

It's her fault, right?

Look,
I want justice for Stephen.
I want a new investigation.

We appreciate that,
Mr. Petersen.

Well, how about
a special prosecutor, huh?

There ought to be
a special prosecutor.

Frank,
we're dropping the charge.
Have a nice day.

You could have
given me a hint.

You're all over the papers
pursuing somebody else for
this murder.

You can't leave
a man like that
twisting in the wind.

Because he owns
half of Chelsea?

Because
he's not the murderer.
You think he is?

He's something.

He hasn't been
straight with us
since this began.

Funny he didn't ask us
about his coins.

You'd think he'd be
interested to know
if we found them.

Did you find them?

What happened to them?

We searched Judith Sandler's
apartment, her mother's
apartment, her studio...

Her treasure chest.

Has anybody ever seen
these famous coins?

Okay, that was
the Jersey Air loan.

The coins...

The first time
we went to see them,
they were out being appraised.

Did you get the appraisal?

I don't...
I don't see it in the file.

What happened
the next time
you went to see them?

Mr. Petersen took them
to Europe to show
to a potential buyer.

What happened
the next time?

Uh...

Look, Mr. Petersen
is a major customer.

If we didn't make the loan,
there were plenty
of other banks

that would've been happy to.

So, you're telling me nobody
ever saw the collateral for
a $20 million loan?

It didn't matter.
He never missed a payment.

I've got a savings account
in that bank. Remind me
to cancel it in the morning.

Petersen just
dreams up these coins
he supposedly owns?

Or uses a crib sheet.

This is the catalog
from the '31 auction

where Sandler's father
bought his gold Cleopatras.

It's on page three.

This is the list of
Petersen's coins that were
supposedly in Campbell's safe.

I thought we were
finished, Jack.
The charge was dropped.

Dropped by us.Yeah.

We can bring it again.

Why?

I still have evidence
placing Mr. Petersen
at the scene.

Maybe he and
Miss Sandler committed
the murder together.

Well, that's ridiculous.
I never saw the woman
until today.

Then why did
you cover for her?

What?

The day Stephen Campbell
was killed, she called you
to complain about him.

You never mentioned it
to the police.

I thought she was a nut.

Why do you think he
didn't tell the police,
Miss Sandler?

Who cares what I didn't do?
She killed Stephen
and took my coins.

Then why doesn't
she have them?

Well, just because
you can't find them

doesn't mean
she doesn't have them.

Is that right,
Miss Sandler?

Do you have
your father's coins?

No. No, I don't.

Where did you
buy those coins,
Mr. Petersen?

Uh... From a collector.
In Austria.

He must have
gotten them from
that Swiss bank.

And the rest of your
special collection?

Various sales.

Jack,
what's this all about?

A miracle, Danielle.

Have you seen
this auction catalog?

No.

Where did you get that?

From your mother.

In 1931,
20 auction lots were sold
to 20 different buyers,

scattered all over Europe.

What do you think
the odds are

of reassembling all
those lots 65 years later
in a single collection?

May I see that?MELNICK: Yes, of course.

A million to one,
Mr. Petersen?

A billion to one?

He said he had
all of these coins?

This is his
insurance inventory.

Thank you.

It was all a lie.

You never had
my father's coins.

That would make you guilty
of fraud, wouldn't it,
Mr. Petersen?

That's why Campbell
wouldn't show them to me.

He was lying for you.
Oh, God!

It was just
an old auction catalog.
I found it at the library.

I never meant
for anyone to get hurt.

You bastard!

Misdemeanor fraud, Jack?

I'll talk to the U.S. Attorney
if he tells the truth.

She was calling me,
calling Stephen.

We were afraid she'd
raise a public stink
and I'd be exposed.

We were going to
meet her that night
and try to buy her off.

When I got there,
Stephen was dead.

I didn't want you
to find her.

I didn't want to
lose everything.

For nothing.

For nothing.

Judith!

What does it matter?

I killed a man

for nothing.

Ah, well,
the U.S. Attorney closed
her deal with Petersen.

He does five years
at Club Fed.

Softies.

Well, we let Sandler off
with eight-and-a-third-to-25.

The going rate
for manslaughter.
Hard time.

And our
Swiss banker friends...

Who stole the coins
in the first place.

Yeah.

What refugees are they
taking deposits from now

as they yodel
their way to the bank?