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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.

Okay.

Jason.

You ought to see
what they're doing.

I didn't come here
to watch you
watch somebody else.

I'm picking up
pointers here.

Maybe I should go over
to that guy's apartment.

Hey.

All I see is a brick wall.

You moved it.
Left and down.

Wow.
Nice mahogany sideboard.

Where are you looking?

That's a great
oriental rug.

You've got the wrong place.

Hold on. Oh, God, Jason.
Look at that.

Peeping Tom
from that high-rise
called it in.

ESU had to break through
the front door.

Cognac by the fire.
This guy knew how to live.

Yeah, till somebody
thought he looked better
as a Christmas ornament.

Oh.

This is him.

What do you make her for?
Daughter?

No, too young.
Granddaughter,
maybe, or wife.

Her with him?
No chance.

Hey, look around, Rey.
The guy had a few bucks.

Yeah, so he threw
his granddaughter
a fancy wedding.

For how much?
One hot pastrami
from the Carnegie Deli?

You're on.
So what do you got?

Double ligature on the neck,
minor abrasions
on his fingers.

He fought,
plus some cuts
from the lights.

Time of death?

He's warm.
Maybe 11:00 or 12:00.

Detectives,
this lady pulled up in a limo.
She says she lives here.

What is going on?
They won't tell me
what's happened.

What's your name, miss?

Kim, Kim Triandos.
Where's Peter?

About 75 years old,
grey hair?

Silver. Is he here?
What's happening?

You've got to tell me,
I'm his wife!

Mrs. Triandos,
I'm sorry to tell you
that your husband is dead.

Oh.

No! No, Peter!

Extra mustard,
and don't trim the fat.

I took Mrs. Triandos out
at about 8:00,
to the Metropolitan Museum.

One of those charity balls.

These charity people
party till 3:00 a.m.?

She does. At about 1:00 a.m.,
I took her and a girlfriend
from the museum

to a club downtown,
the Bubble Room, and then
Danceland, and then home.

So you're telling me
Mrs. Triandos was out
from 8:00 p.m. until now?

That's right.

Thanks.

The all-American couple.
She's out carousing,
he's home drinking

with the ghost
of Christmas past.

Well, the key words are,
she was out.

Just a few more questions,
Mrs. Triandos.

You ask me
all the questions
you need to, Detective.

This thing you went to
at the museum...

The Snowflake Ball.

Why wasn't Mr. Triandos
with you?

Well, Peter was having
a party of his own here,

for some deprived children
he helped.

You weren't invited?
Of course I was,

but Peter was a sponsor
of the ball. He asked me
to stand in for him.

These deprived children.
Who were they?

Some students.

I'm sure
Robert could tell you
who all was here.

Where is he?

Who's Robert?

Peter's personal assistant.
He lives in
on the fourth floor.

Szyzmanski, when you came in,
did you check all the rooms?

One locked door.
We banged on it.

I'm afraid our Robert
has a teensy
drinking problem.

Robert. Rise and shine,
it's the police.
Open the door.

Something's moving.

Robert,
you open up this door
right this minute!

What the hell happened to you?
Look at you, you're a mess.

I'm not on duty.

Well, you should have been.

Mr. Triandos is dead.

Mrs. Triandos,
you mind waiting downstairs?

He's worthless.

Szyzmanski!

Worthless!

He's dead?

I'm afraid so. Now, you mind
if we come in?

No, no.

How long
you been up here?

I don't know.
What happened to him?

He was strangled.

We're gonna need something
a little more specific than,
"I don't know."

I came up the back stairs.
I'd been out drinking.

Well, good. Then you won't
mind blowing up a balloon
for us, huh?

I fell asleep.
I heard the students.
The students were still here.

We'll need to talk
to them, too.

Well, there's a man
from the school.

I have his name.

Peter Triandos
attended this school,
1929 to 1934.

Then he made it to
a better neighborhood, huh?

Yeah. He made a fortune
in home heating oil,

but he remembered
where he came from.

Back then this school
was Greek, Italian, Slovak.

Now it's black
and Dominican.

And Triandos stayed
in touch?

Better than that.

You know, 13 years ago,
he made a promise
to a first-grade class.

If they stayed in school,
he'd put them through college.

How many made it?

Seventeen started
college last fall.

The party last night
was for them
and their families.

And how'd that go?

Fine.

These are great kids.
What about their parents?

Are they great, too?

Well, the ones in jail
weren't at the party.

We'll need a list.
Who else was there?

The caterers, his wife,

Mr. Triandos' lawyer.

What?
His wife was there?

Must be a new one.
Southern accent. Young.

Do you have
to talk to her now?

This is
a murder investigation.

That's why she's so upset.
I'm presenting her
with an aroma

that will
stimulate her thalamus
to secrete enkephalins.

Grass?

Good nose.
Kentucky bluegrass.

For those of us
not raised in the city,
it's a reassuring stimulus.

Well, when we're done
talking to her, you can stick
her nose in the great lawn.

Hey, Leonard, Rey.

I'm feeling
so much better.

That's great,
Mrs. Triandos.

Look, we just talked
to a man who was
at your husband's party.

Did he help you?
Did he see anything?

Yeah.

You.

Me?

A young blonde,
hovering around
Mr. Triandos.

This happens all the time.

What's that? You being
in two places at once?

That wasn't me.
That was Momma.

Well, a woman's daughter
only gets married
for the first time once.

I wasn't about to miss it.

Yeah, we understand
the wedding was
a year ago?

Well, I thought
she could use some help
settling in,

and it's not like
anybody was needing me
back in Wichita Falls.

Y'all come in,
sit down, please.

So, you've been
in this hotel suite
for a year?

Peter was very generous.
This is a real blow.

Mrs. Darcy, you were
at Mr. Triandos' party,
right?

Yes, I was.
I kept him company.

I thought it was
the least I could do,

since Kim had stepped out.

Kim do that a lot?

I know.
Young wife, older man.

What you should
be thinking about
is those people

who were
at the house last night.

Those people being
Mr. Triandos' guests?

And I'm sure
that many of them
were very deserving,

but I know I was
a little uncomfortable.

With college students?

With some of the parents.

One of the fathers
got into a row with Peter
in the upstairs den.

Maybe he stayed late,
hid out in a closet.

Would you happen
to know his name?

No, Oliver would know.
Now that's Peter's lawyer.

He was standing right there.

We handled
Mr. Triandos' business,
his estate, his charities.

That included
attending his party.

Speaking of estate,
who just got rich?

I should refer you to
the executor, Mr. Triandos'
personal assistant.

Robert,
the deep sleeper?

He's in for a nice fee.

3% of $50 million.
The bulk of the rest
goes to charity.

How about the widow?

As surviving spouse,
she's entitled by statute
to one-third of the estate.

Lucky her.

We understand
there was a problem with one
of the guests at the party?

Ronnie Polanco's father.
Some of the parents...

It wasn't enough that
Mr. Triandos was paying
for their kids' college,

he had to pay
for everything.

One mother insisted
Mr. Triandos had to
rent her a bigger apartment

so that her boy
would have his own room
to study in.

We had to draw
the line somewhere.

We?

I handled the finances.

You see,
we bought every student
a laptop computer.

Ronnie Polanco's was stolen
from his father's apartment.

And he wanted a new one?

His father did.

We weren't even sure
the first one
had been stolen.

Mr. Polanco has no known
source of income,

and he drinks,
including last night.

Did you see him leave?

No, I had to leave early,
to meet my wife
and her parents.

When I left,
he was still there.

Is this about
Mr. Triandos?

Oh.

You don't think my father
had anything to do with that?

We heard they had
a little argument.

It wasn't an argument.

It was no big deal.Fine.

Then we can clear it up
when we talk to your dad.

You hurt your hand?

I was helping
my father change a tire,
the jack slipped.

So, you were going
to tell us where he is?

He has some friends
he hangs out with.

Why don't you show us?

Hey, what are you doing
with my boy? He goes
to college. He gets all A's.

Well, you must be
very proud of him.

Damn right.

He's gonna be a doctor,
maybe a dentista.

We're talking to him
about Peter Triandos.

He didn't do anything
to that man.
I was with him.

Good. So you can
help us clear things up.
Come on.

You know, this guy comes on
like the king of New York.

You know,
he makes promises to kids
and then nada. Nada.

Well, who paid
your son's tuition?
You or him?

You know,
those kids at the university,
they got cars, nice clothes.

How is my son
supposed to compete
with that, huh?

Triandos bought him
a computer, right?

Yeah, and then
he wouldn't replace it.

He practically accused me
of stealing.

In front of your son?

That's gotta cut.

Yeah, so we left.

Nobody saw you
walk out the door.

Well, I must have,
because I'm here,
I ain't there, right?

Luis, how'd your son
hurt his hand?

That happened
before the party.

Yeah, yeah,
but how did it happen?

I don't know.

Why doesn't he know,
Ronnie?

Maybe he was
around the corner.

You said you were helping him.
He was changing a tire
by remote control?

Triandos insulted your father
in front of you.

Even college boys
don't put up with that.

It's not what you think.

Hey,
I can understand you got mad.
That's what a man would do.

Triandos insulted
your father, didn't he?

Yes.

He called him a thief.
He told him to leave.

So you got mad?

Not at Mr. Triandos.
At my father.
Mr. Triandos, he was right,

I stayed behind
to apologize.

When I finally get outside
and catch up with my father,
he's carrying a fur jacket.

He took it from the house.
He said Mr. Triandos,
he owed us.

I told him, "Take it back."
He wouldn't.

I grabbed it.

That's how
you hurt your hand?

Fighting with my father.

Hey, I got the jacket
away from him.

I brought it back to the house
and I threw it in the door.

What kind of jacket
was it?

Mink or something.

Black, with leopard skin
around the neck.

Lieutenant?

What's up?

The grieving widow
was wearing that jacket when
she pulled in at 3:00 a.m.

And she said
she hadn't been home
all night.

So when did she pick up
the jacket?

If that kid
didn't already have one,
I'd give him a scholarship.

Yeah. Be a hero,
diss your dad.

You think
he's happy about it?

I think it's time
we had another talk
with Mrs. Triandos,

if we can pry her away
from her aromatherapist.

You want to tie up your loose
ends first? Like that guy
who was sleeping upstairs

during the murder.

He blew a 2.8
on the drunk-o-meter.

His friends from the bar
had to carry him into the cab.

What are we
waltzing around for?

We dragged Ronnie Polanco
in here because he had
a Band-Aid on his hand.

We know the wife
lied about being
back at the house.

Well, maybe she had
two mink jackets with
leopard-skin collars.

See if her alibi holds up.

I took her from the house
to the museum at 8:00 and
I took her from the museum

to the nightclub
at 1:00 a.m.

Could she have
sneaked out of the museum
and taken a cab?

You think that
she killed Mr. Triandos?

Do you?

She inherits?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
she could have sneaked out.

I was parked down the block.
She paged me
when she wanted to go.

Was she wearing a fur coat
when you took her
to the museum?

Not when she went in,
but when she came out.

She took
a bag of nightclub clothes
with her to change.

When she and her girlfriend
came out, they were both
ready to party down.

What's her girlfriend's name?
You know where
we can find her?

Cassie.

I took her to work once
when she and Mrs. T
went shopping.

A gift store on 2nd.

She's about 25,
streaky blonde hair, pretty.

Well, we have Miss Hosner.

Any other female employees?

No.

What about
employee's girlfriends?

My girlfriend's 57.

What's this girl's name?
Cassie.

Cassie.
That's a nice name.
Isn't it?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Why would
Mrs. Triandos' girlfriend

lie to the chauffeur
about where she worked?

Maybe she worked
in someplace Mr. Triandos
wouldn't approve of.

The chauffeur reports
back to the old man?

Hey, if I had
a 22-year-old wife
running around town,

I'd be doing
aerial surveillance.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

How do you think
the heating-oil king
would feel

about his wife's girlfriend
working there?

Foxes.

A gentleman's club.

These guys
want a table dance.
It's worth 20 bucks.

Why don't you have a seat?
Drinks are on the house,

and we'll talk
after my next set?

Whoa,
hold on a minute now...

Rey, Rey, she's got
pressing business.

So, she can sit with us.

We'll talk fast. Please.

So, about that night?

I met Kim at the museum.
We went to a couple of clubs.

I'm sorry about her husband.
She said he was a nice guy.

What,
you never met him?

I wish.

How do you know Kim?

She didn't tell you?

Yeah, we're just
checking her spelling.

Look, this can be
a short conversation
or a long one.

Here. She used to work here.

Really?

How'd she meet
a guy like Triandos?

This isn't some dive.

We get doctors,
businessmen, cops.

But not Triandos.
You said
you never met him.

No, but Kim
always hung around
with upscale guys.

Before she was married,
there was this big-time
lawyer, Fritz something,

who used to come in
all the time and see her.

When you say
he used to come in
and see her...

They were friends.
Are we done?

Almost.

So what time
did you meet
Kim that night?

About 1:00.

So you don't know
where she was before 1:00?

She was coming out
of that society party,

so I assume before then
she was in that party.

You assume?

Yeah. I assume.

I don't understand.
Am I some kind of suspect?

You moved up from $20 a dance
to $17 million pretty fast.

There's nothing shameful
about what I used to do.

It's not a secret.

We didn't know.

Well, shame on you,
being detectives.

You'd be amazed
at all the things we don't
know, Mrs. Triandos.

For instance,
there were 600 people
at that Snowflake Ball.

Now, can you tell us which
one of them you were with
between 10:00 and 1:00 a.m.?

I was circulating.

That's nice.

How about getting us
the mink coat you were
wearing that night?

Why?

We're gonna show it to a kid
named Ronnie Polanco.

He said he saw it here
in this house
at 10:00 p.m.

He's got to be mistaken.

We don't think so.

See, his father tried
to steal it.

Now, you want
to explain to us
how you managed

to pick that coat up
without being here?

So embarrassing.

I was worried
about Momma.

Really?

She looked
pretty healthy to me.

About Momma and Peter.

Your mother
and your husband?

You might have noticed,
my mother is
a little friendly.

I just wanted to see
what was going on.

I took a cab so my driver
couldn't tell them
I was coming.

What was going on?

They were having a drink.

I told Momma
maybe it was time
for her to leave.

And did she go?

Yes. And so did I.

I picked up that coat
on my way out.

It has always been a little
hard on Kim. Half the people
we meet think we're sisters.

You'd think
a girl would like that.

But she blames you
for being so friendly?

I have just always tried
to be nice to her friends.

Could I get y'all
something to drink?

No, thanks.
Including her boyfriends?

Well, a lot of her boyfriends
are nearer my age.

Including her husband.
Your daughter asked you
to leave that night?

We both left.
Now, this is just silly.

In one cab or two?

Two. I live south,
she was going north.

So you don't know
if she went back or not?

No.

And she doesn't know
if you did.

Me?

Peter was giving me
an allowance.

I just found out
I'm gonna have to
check out of here.

Ouch.

Well, maybe your daughter
will pick up the slack.

I don't believe
she's too kindly disposed
to me right now.

It might have been her
who cut me off.

So, she's already
taken charge
of the money?

She and Peter's lawyer,
Oliver Shain.
They're friends.

When Kim was stripping,
she was friends
with a lawyer.

Named Fritz.

Rey, if you were
a married lawyer
hanging out with strippers,

would you use your real name?
Well, maybe you would.

How are things going
with you and Deborah?

I'm still living
on my sister's couch.

So what if this Fritz
is really Triandos' lawyer?

Well,
it just makes me wonder

how his client
wound up married
to the stripper.

She fired me.

I thought
you were the executor.

You control
the purse strings.

She controls the house.

I've lived here
for 27 years.

I had the honor
of serving the first
Mrs. Triandos.

But Ms. Kim, well,
she thought I was
some kind of a schemer.

What did
you think of her?

It didn't matter
what I thought.

She wasn't my wife.

Speaking of that,
how'd that courtship go?

Fast. She and Mr. Triandos
were married six weeks
after they met.

He just swept her
off her feet, huh?

It wasn't hard.

How did she meet him?

Oliver Shain brought her
to the house.

To dance?

To redecorate.
Mr. Triandos wanted
to buy some furniture

and Mr. Shain said
she was the finest interior
designer on the East Side.

Didn't Momma tell you
what you needed to know?

Well, we have a few more
questions, and we'd like you
to sign this.

It's a formality.

This is what you read me?

Right to remain silent,
right to a lawyer.

If you don't
mind talking to us,
just initial the boxes

and then sign it
at the bottom.

I didn't kill Peter.

I just want
to make you see.

Maybe we do see,
Mrs. Triandos. You lied
about being at the house,

you were mad
about your mother,

you were worried
your marriage
was slipping away.

My marriage was just fine!

Sure.

Because it was based
on so much trust.

And just when did you become
an interior decorator?

I've always had
a fashion sense.
Yeah.

And you think
a Chippendale piece
is a male stripper, huh?

I didn't think Peter
would even talk to me if
he knew what I really did.

So you wanted him
to talk to you?

Oliver said he was lonely.

And you were tired
of drunks sticking dollar
bills into your G-string.

You have my client in there.
I want to go in.

I believe
you know Mr. Shain?

Yeah, I do.

We've got a few questions
for you, too, Counselor.

I didn't come here
to be interrogated.
I want to see my client.

Well, that's not gonna
happen right now.

Then stop questioning her.

As soon as she tells us to,
that's just what we'll do.

Mr. Shain.

What was that?
It sounded like Oliver.

You mean Fritz?

He's having a little chat
with our lieutenant.

Seems he's worried
about getting disbarred.

What's he saying?

Nothing you don't
know about,
Mrs. Triandos.

Can we stop fooling around?
It's all coming out now.

Well, then he'll tell you.
It was his idea.

What was?
Killing your husband?

No, to meet him.
To marry him.

We both needed money,
and I promised Oliver

I'd give him half
of whatever I inherited.

And which one of you
got tired of waiting?

No, there was no rush.

Peter was old.
He had medical problems.

Yeah. A cord wrapped
around his neck.

I was fond of Peter.

Mrs. Triandos,
we're not as gullible
as your husband.

You're not anything
like my husband.
He was a gentleman.

I'm leaving.

Maybe later.

Kim Triandos,
you're under arrest for the
murder of Peter Triandos.

He was 74,
she was 22?

Why, Adam?
You want to know
if she has a sister?

Old fools.

Triandos was set up.
His attorney brought
a stripper into his house

and told him
she was a decorator.

In exchange for
half her inheritance.

We have her statement.

When am I gonna have
the pleasure of seeing this
attorney on the other end

of a bail application?

He didn't kill Triandos.
He has a solid alibi.

Okay, scheme to defraud.

Only applies
if they bilked more
than one person.

They didn't run the girl
through an old-age home.

Larceny by false promise.

Only if he and Mrs. Triandos
promised she'd do some things
for Mr. Triandos...

Or to him.

Or to him,
that she didn't do.

Wonderful.

Let's get back to murder.

Do you think that this girl
decided to kill on her own?

The only way we can make
the case against the lawyer
is if she implicates him.

Talk to her.
Make it worth her while.

Arthur,
I thought you're retired.

You can't keep
an old dog down, Jack.

Especially when summoned
by an innocent client.

Just the way
a rape defendant
summons a woman lawyer.

Well, you think
I'm being used for
my mature appearance?

You wouldn't do that,
would you, dear?

I just wanted the best
attorney possible to defeat
this false accusation.

You see?

We're here with an offer.

Man one for a full description
of Oliver Shain's role
in the murder.

Oliver didn't kill Peter.

No, you did.
But we think
it was a conspiracy.

I did not
kill my husband.

You don't
have to do this
the hard way.

How do you think
a jury's going to react when
they hear about your scheme

to marry Triandos
and split the money
with Shain?

Well,
that's one of those things
we'll just never know, Jack.

My motion to suppress
Mrs. Triandos' statement
to the police.

The right to counsel.

The counselor
was a murder suspect.

The law is clear.

Mr. Shain showed up
at the police station

but was prevented
from seeing his client.

The defendant waived
her right to counsel.
She signed a Miranda Card.

Doesn't matter
if she signed the Declaration
of Independence.

People v. Arthur.
Once her lawyer appears,

the interrogation
must cease until the suspect
has an opportunity

to consult with him.

This was a clear exception.
The police have
a well-established practice

of keeping criminal
co-suspects separate

so they can't concoct
supporting stories.

Has Mr. Shain been
charged in this crime?No.

Not yet.
Whatever.

Even if the police
wanted to keep Mr. Shain
apart from Mrs. Triandos,

they still should have
honored his request
to stop questioning her.

That's reasonable,
if he was functioning
as an attorney.

Criminals shouldn't
be allowed to obstruct
inquiries into their crimes.

Do you have any precedents
for this, Mr. McCoy?

There aren't any.

Attorneys don't generally
conspire with their clients

to commit fraud
and murder.

At last, some good news
for the profession.

I'm not going to use
an extraordinary case to
narrow constitutional rights.

Statement is suppressed.

We could file
a 4-50-50 and appeal.

And a year from now
the appellate division
will rule the same way.

Have you checked
the lineup lately?

Our motive just took
a major hit.

So what do you want to do?
Let her go
and keep on investigating?

And wait for new evidence
to descend from heaven?

She strangled an old man
with his Christmas
tree lights.

We'll go with what we have.

No alibi, her lies,
and she still inherits
$17 million!

Plus, we've still got her.

Gold will never
let her take the stand.

He knows we could use
her suppressed statement
to impeach her.

She'd impeach herself.
The jury will take one look
at her and get the picture.

Arthur Gold will dress her
like a spinster librarian.

Yeah. One who likes
really old books.

It was about 11:00.
Peter and I were talking.

And having a drink?

And having a drink.

And your daughter,
Mr. Triandos' wife,
arrived without warning?

Well, I'm sure I don't know
what kind of warning
she was supposed to give.

I see.

Do you know what her tone was
when she ordered you to leave?

She was just a little upset.

Because she was suspicious
of you and her husband.

Well, there was
no reason for that.

So she was irrational?

She loved her husband.
Isn't that a good thing?

She sneaked back to spy on him
because she loved him,

or because she was afraid
that he was vulnerable
to other women...

Objection.

...and that meant that
he might divorce her

before he died
and left her millions?

Mr. McCoy, stop.

The objection is sustained.

I'm done with this witness.

Mrs. Darcy,
after your daughter
visited the townhouse,

did you see her
go out again?

Yes. We left together.

And who was left
inside the house after
the two of you departed?

Mr. Triandos and Robert,
his assistant.

Thank you.

I met Kim
in the lobby of the museum.
It was about 1:00.

So you don't know
where she'd been
between 11:00 and 1:00.

She said she'd been
at that charity ball.

She said.

Miss Jordan, how did you
first become acquainted
with Kim Triandos?

Approach, Your Honor?

Mr. McCoy is attempting
to elicit that the defendant
was a stripper.

If Mr. Gold prefers,
I'll say exotic dancer.

It's prejudicial.

The jury is entitled to know
the defendant's background
and financial condition.

They go to motive.

Half right, Mr. McCoy.

The witness may testify
as to the defendant's
finances,

but not her occupation.

Miss Jordan,
before the defendant met
her husband, was she rich?

No.

Did she ever date
poor men in their 70s?

Not that I remember.

When you met Mrs. Triandos
at the museum, what kind
of a mood was she in?

Happy, joking around.
She was excited about
going to this new club.

In other words,
she didn't look
like a woman

who had just wrung
the life out of an old man
with her bare hands.

Objection.

Overruled.

No, she didn't.

Mr. Triandos told me
to hire her as a decorator,

to pay her whatever
her fee was.

Did you?

Of course.

Only it turned out
she didn't even know
what color sienna is.

Mr. Triandos didn't care.
He had started
seeing her socially.

After their marriage,
what did you observe
of their relationship?

Ms. Kim went out alone
most nights. They were
sleeping in separate bedrooms.

Mr. Triandos
began to complain
about being lonely.

Did he give you any indication
that he was thinking about
getting a divorce?

He didn't say anything.
I mean, he wouldn't, to me.

He would have
been embarrassed.

Thank you.

You don't like Mrs. Triandos,
do you?

No.

The day after
her husband died,
she fired you, didn't she?

Yes.

Do you think she tried
to have you fired
while he was still alive?

Yes, I believe so.

Mr. Mallors, you are
the executor of Mr. Triandos'
estate, are you not?

He trusted that to me.

Which means
you'll be earning
a fee of $1.5 million.

Something like that.
The executor's position
requires a great deal of work.

Hmm, well-paid work.

You'd been counting
on that money for
many years, hadn't you?

I believe I earned it.

I'm sure you do.

So how did you react
a few days before
Mr. Triandos died

when you found out that
you were about to be
removed as executor?

That isn't true!

Is that so?

You've testified
that Mrs. Triandos

was trying to get you
out of her husband's life.

Mr. Triandos
wouldn't do it.

He wouldn't accede
to the wishes of his
beautiful, young wife?

He trusted me.

He married her.

At the time of the murder,
where were you?

In my room, asleep.

Just you and Mr. Triandos,
alone in the house?

I wouldn't kill him.

Unless he betrayed you.

Objection.
Withdrawn.

The police looked at him.
He was dead drunk
and he didn't have a motive.

How's about
a million-and-a-half bucks?

He's been his executor
for 15 years.
Why kill Triandos now?

You heard Mr. Gold.
He was about to be
tossed off the gravy train.

Says the defense attorney.
The witness says otherwise.

You'll hear it again,
I promise.
The butler did it.

I'd been trying to convince
Mr. Triandos for some time
to name a new executor.

It seemed inappropriate
to entrust an estate the size
of his to a house servant.

Mr. Shain,

can you identify
this document?

Yes. It's a draft
of a codicil to
Mr. Triandos' will.

I prepared it at his request
the week before he died.

It names the New York Trust
Company as executor.

Was Robert Mallors
told about this change?

Not by me.
Mr. Triandos indicated he was
going to break the news.

I see. But at the time
of his murder, Mr. Mallors
was still the executor?

Yes. Mr. Triandos was
going to come in and sign
the codicil the next day.

Thank you.

Before they were married,
did the defendant
and her husband

sign a prenuptial agreement?

Yes.

If they divorced,
what financial settlement was
Mrs. Triandos to receive?

$5,000 a month
for eight years.

That's all?

That was the agreement.

But if he died
while they were still married,
she would inherit $17 million.

It's statutory the spouse
gets a third of the estate.

And how much of it
do you get, sir?

Well, I hope she'll continue
to employ me as her attorney.

I get my hourly fee.
That's all?

You're the one who
introduced her to her husband,
is that correct?

Yes.

You told him
that she was an
interior decorator.

At the time she was employed
in another occupation,
but she'd studied design.

One night course
at the learning annex.

Why did you do her
this enormous favor?

I thought
they'd like each other.

Mr. Shain, didn't you
have an agreement
with the defendant

that if she married
your client,

she would give you
half her inheritance
when he died?

No.

If she is convicted
of murder,

she doesn't get
any inheritance,
does she?

No, she doesn't.
That's why
you're sitting here

lying about Robert Mallors,
because you hope
that the defendant

will be acquitted
and you can get your money!

Objection.
Sustained.

No one can corroborate
your statement about changing
executors, can they?

Mr. Triandos could.

And he's conveniently dead.

Are you aware of a statement
that Mrs. Triandos made
to the police

shortly before her arrest?

Your Honor, approach?

He can't mention
that statement.

It was suppressed
against the defendant.

I can use it
to challenge the credibility
of this witness.

Any mention of it
will inevitably weigh
against the defendant.

He's right, Mr. McCoy.

He's sitting there lying.

He may be,
but that statement
is off-limits.

Do you have
any other questions?

Ladies
and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The defendant will rise.

On the sole count
of the indictment,
murder in the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Kim Triandos, not guilty.

The defendant is released.
The jury is excused.

The court is adjourned.

I want to go
after Shain for perjury.
Now that she's acquitted,

we can use
her statement against him.

Useless.

He'll say she was lying,
then she'll say she was lying.

So we sit and watch
while they kill a man
and split $17 million?

If we can find
any surviving relatives
of Mr. Triandos,

they can sue to have
the marriage annulled

posthumously
on the basis of fraud.

We prosecute
criminal cases here.
This one's over.

Except for the murderer
and her accomplice,

who are about
to become rich.

Don't be so sure.

Triandos' estate is filing
a $17-million lawsuit.
Wrongful death.

Robert Mallors,
the executor,
hired me to pursue it.

He feels very strongly
that Mrs. Triandos should
not be allowed to inherit.

We second that emotion.

I brought you a copy
of her statement
to the police.

If there's
anything else we have
that might help, just call.

It may be a while.
I've already got these
financials to sort through.

May I?
Please.

A house in East Hampton?

Four cars.
Mr. Triandos owned
a 1939 Bugatti?

Apparently
he hadn't driven it
in a while.

I'm helping
Mr. Mallors compile all
the accounting records,

and I'll be advising him
on how to divide
the proceeds of the suit

among Mr. Triandos' charities.

This is the college
scholarship fund?

One of many.
He was quite a decent man.

Twenty-five
college scholarships?

Yes.
It's one of the few actual
obligations of the estate.

Betty Valdez.

Got pregnant four years ago
and dropped out of school.

Dennis Perry.

He's dead.

Where'd you get that list?

From Peter Triandos' file.

You told the police
he was sending
17 kids to college.

Well, 18 now,
Ben McFall started in January.
We're very proud of him.

Mr. Triandos was
sending out checks
for 25 scholarships.

That's why he sent me
25 invitations to the party.

He did?
Yes.

Well, for the names
you just read and some
others that left the program.

Did you tell him that?

I called him two days
before the party.

He said he'd straighten
things out as soon
as the holidays were over.

I wasn't worried.
I knew everything
was kosher at our end.

Who actually wrote the checks
for the scholarships?

Mr. Triandos' attorney,
Oliver Shain.

He was embezzling
from the scholarship fund.

Eight phantom kids
times $25,000 dollars.

A little advance payment
while he waited
for Triandos to die.

But Triandos found out
two days before
he was murdered.

He must have said
something to Shain.

And Shain sent Kim
into action.

Were they in touch
during those two days?

The police copied
his office log.

He called
the Triandos house
three times.

Could have been
to talk with Triandos.

And the day of the murder,
he took a long lunch
at a romantic little bistro

on the Upper East Side.

"Have another glass of wine.
By the way,
we have to kill him now."

Go see if the waiter
remembers her.

MonsieurShain,
he's a regular.
He likes table six.

I need to know about
a long lunch he had,

possibly with
a pretty young woman.

It was several months ago.

If she was pretty enough,
I'll remember.

Her name is Kim Triandos.

Very pretty.

But I don't know.

It was just
before Christmas.

Yes! He gave
his regular servers
holiday tips,

and his companion,
she resembled this.

Resembled?

Well, yes, but older.

How did we miss her?

The mother seemed to have
no motive. Triandos' death
cut off her allowance.

Besides,
she and her daughter
were barely speaking.

Maybe she knew
she could convince her
daughter to forgive her.

Is Kim Triandos
the forgiving type?

Well,
we're about to find out.

I don't want
to talk to you.

Actually, Mrs. Triandos,
we're here to apologize.

Well, that's a day late
and a dollar short.

Oliver Shain was stealing
from your husband.
Did you know that?

No.

That's why he convinced
your mother to kill him.

You couldn't get me
for killing Peter,
which I didn't do,

so now you want
to get back at me
by going after my mother?

Can't you people
just admit you were wrong?

Somebody killed your husband,
Mrs. Triandos,

and we know your mother
had a long conversation
with Oliver Shain

on the day of the murder,
when he knew his stealing
was about to be discovered.

So what?
What would Momma
care about it, anyway?

We don't know
what Shain said to her.

What does
your mother care about?

She likes sunsets
on the river.

She likes money,
doesn't she?

Isn't that why
she spent a year here,
helping you get settled in?

Maybe she does,
but that just proves
she wouldn't kill Peter.

He was supporting her.

Are you
supporting her now?

Is she gonna share
in your inheritance?

I'm not gonna
put my mother
out on the street.

But so what?
Momma is a good person.

Really, Mrs. Triandos?

You're the one
who sneaked back
to spy on her.

She's...

Not a murderer.

Fine.

Show us.

Well, isn't this nice?
Just us girls.

Not like home, though.

Honey, this is home now.

Momma, everybody thinks
I killed Peter.

You were acquitted.
They can kiss your ass.

I got this
civil trial coming up.
I don't think I can stand it.

You're gonna win that one,
too. All you have got to do
is think strategically.

I have this deposition,
and then I have to testify.

And everybody thinks
I'm a murderer!

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

I'm telling my lawyer
to settle.

What?

I'm giving up the money.
I don't need it. I'm 22.
I can work.

Well, you're talking crazy.

Having the money makes me
feel guilty, even though
I didn't do anything.

You, you, you.
What about me?

What about you, Momma?

I am not 22.
You were gonna
take care of me.

Let's just go home.

We can both get jobs.

You gonna dance naked
in Wichita Falls?

Momma...
You want me
to dance naked, too?

The dancing naked
idiot family.

These family talks
are so heartwarming.

I just hope
nobody throws the vase
with the microphone in it.

The great Peter.
You're so loyal to him.

Well, I should be.

Girl, he was getting ready
to chuck you out.

That is not true.

I saw
the divorce papers myself.

Oliver Shain
showed them to me.

I don't believe it.

He was gonna dump you
like a Laredo whore.

After you earned that money
on your back.

That's it.
I'm giving back the money.

No, you're not! Uh-uh.
Not after I killed that man.

We've got it, Rey.

Momma!

That money
was yours and mine.

Momma, how could you?

You know what I gave up
when I got pregnant with you?

I was gonna come
to New York myself.
Twenty-three years ago.

Momma, no!
Not that again.

I would have been married
to some fine rich man...

Mrs. Darcy...

I wasn't gonna
lose out twice.

Mrs. Darcy.

What?

You're under arrest
for the murder
of Peter Triandos.

You have the right
to remain silent.

He was really nice.

Oh. Girl,
you are as dumb
as a sack of hair.

Stand up, please.

Murder, Mr. McCoy?

Because my client
allegedly lied to Mrs. Darcy

about her son-in-law
seeking a divorce?

Read the accomplice
liability statute.

If he requested, solicited,
commanded or importuned her
to kill Triandos,

he's as guilty as she is.

You know the woman.
She's crazy.

We've got you nailed
on the embezzlement, sir.

On the murder,
it'll be a pleasure to try.

How's Kim Triandos doing?

Civil suit's dropped.
That should cheer her up.

She's still the daughter
of a murderer.

She did seem
to take it pretty hard.

I think, deep down,
she always knew.

She wore a wire to prove to us
her mother wasn't a killer.

No. To try
to prove it to herself.