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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.

Let's go! Let's go!

Okay, get all
the wheels, Poppi!

What about
under the hood, man?

I'm on it, man!
Just get all the wheels!

Damn!
There's a guy in here.

Back away from
the vehicle!
Move it!

Keep your hands
on your head!

Hey, Danny!
There's someone in here!

Hey, man,
that guy was...
Shut up!

Hey, Mike,
what you got?

White male, 50s,
no wallet, no ID.

One shot in the sternum.
Found a spent .38 slug
in the back seat

and wearing an empty
holster on his belt.

Let me guess.
No gun?

Searching the area now.

You run prints?

Should hear any minute.

What about these
two mutts who were
boosting the car?

They're clean
on this one,

but their van
is full of swag.

Is this still
a hooker stroll?

Twenty-four hours a day.

Could have something to do
with his johnson being out.

Oh, thanks.
I might not have
put that together.

What about the car?

Well, the car's registered to
a Bernum Woods Corporation

on Queens Boulevard.

Bernum Woods.

They make a nice golf club.
Titanium.

I don't play.

Yeah. Well, if you did,
you couldn't afford those.

How long's he been here?

Ten, twelve hours.

We got a hit
on his prints.

Gilbert Keene.

Hey, Lennie,
this guy's a retired cop.

I met Gilly
playing golf.

He was still on
the force then.

After he retired,
I asked him to come

to work for me
as chief of security.

Your friend Gilly
was found in an area
frequented by prostitutes.

Did he go in for
that sort of thing?

I don't know.
He never said
anything about it.

Do you know of any family
we can contact?

No.

I'm the closest thing
he's got.

The slug came
from a Colt.

Keene had a Colt
registered in his name.

What about the prints?
No hits.

Maybe our hooker's
new in town.

You think it's
a hooker rip-off?

Reads like it.
But I can't see
an ex-cop

letting himself get popped
with his own gun.

Hey, a guy getting
his knob polished,

I could believe anything.

Check with the regulars
for any new faces
on the block.

We think a working girl
took this guy out.

Maybe during a rip-off.

I don't know nothing
about no girls

ripping off no johns.
It's bad for the trade.

Well, maybe it was
a new girl,

didn't know the rules?

Look, anybody
who helps us out

gets a free walk
next time they're collared.

Well, I seen a new girl
down the block.

Little farm girl.

Dirty blonde,
sugar-faced thing.

This sugar-faced thing
have a name?

Goes by Iris.

I seen her today
at the deli
on 10th Avenue.

Right. Thanks.

And my name's Mona.
You won't forget?

Hey, you want a date?

That's what
I'm here for.

Well, what kind of party
are you into?

You think maybe
you could arrange

a little
double-team action?

Oh, I think I can arrange
anything you like.

Hey, is that Iris
still working
around here?

Well, it's your lucky day.
She's right over here.

Oh!

Hey, Iris,
the guy wants
you and me.

How you doing, Iris?

Hey! We party before?

Damn. They're cops.

Take a hike.
Let's go.

Please don't
arrest me.
No.

We don't want
to arrest you,

we just want to
talk to you. Come on.

How did you
get the wallet and
the pager, Iris?

I found them.
Where?

I don't remember.

You know who
this stuff belongs to?

No.

A john who was murdered.
In his car.

Where you from, Iris?

Minnesota?
West Virginia?

Ohio.

It's probably
a lot worse here
than you thought, huh?

Guys roughing you up,
not paying you.

This guy
rough you up, Iris?

Look, if you tell us
what happened,

we can make things
a lot easier for you.

If you don't tell us,
we're gonna have to
go to the D.A.

We're gonna have to
tell him what we know,

which is that you had
the victim's property.

And if we find
your prints in that car,

I can tell you right now,

you'll be charged
with murder.

And you'll be convicted.

He was already dead.
I didn't kill him.
I swear to God.

I looked in his jacket
and I found his wallet
and pager.

Iris tests negative
for powder residue,

and she wasn't wearing
the same lipstick
as our perp was.

We took a sample
off the victim.

The brand's
called Porfini.

The shade's
Caribbean Sunset.

Twenty-six bucks
a tube.

Five stores in
the city carry it.

Thanks, Teresa.

The techs down the hall

checked the alpha memory
on Keene's pager.

One interesting call.
"Jane, 911."

You follow up on it?

Yeah. Profaci went
over Keene's LUDs.
No call to any Jane.

Maybe his
good buddy Bernum
knows who Jane is.

Yeah,
we got one Jane
who works in R&D.

Jane Tennick.
She's a clerk.

What kind of
relationship did
she and Keene have?

None that I know of.

She's only been here
about six months.

I page people
all the time,

but that one, no,
nothing comes to mind.

Well, we're gonna
check on every call

Gilbert Keene made
last week.

Now, if one of
those calls was to you,
right after that page,

it's not gonna
look too good.

Does that jog
your memory?

This is a murder
investigation,
Miss Tennick.

Believe me,
you do not want to be
jerking us around on this.

I did page Keene.

But it had nothing
to do with his death.

I don't know
anything about that.

Look, Gilly Keene
was a jerk.

He was
blackmailing me.

Really? How?

I had taken
a set of golf clubs
from the building,

an older set,
for my father,

when he came
to visit me.

Keene found out
about it.

What did he say?

He said that if
he told Bernum,

Bernum would
fire me on the spot.

He also threatened
to press charges,

turn me over to
his cop buddies.

The ones who do
his background checks.

"Or," he says,
"I can forget everything."

Keep this a secret
and not tell Bernum.

If I slept with him once.

And I did.

Then he wanted me again.

And if he wanted
to keep doing it,

I would have to
go along.

So what was
the page about?

I was gonna tell him
it was over.

I didn't care
if he told Bernum
or went to the police.

I would deal with it.

And what'd he say
about that?
Nothing.

I spoke to him
around 10:00
in the morning

and he didn't have time
to talk about it.

Where were you
Wednesday, noon?

I was here,
in the canteen,

having lunch
with 10 other people.

Tennick's alibi
checked out.

We ready to
rule out Iris?

Maybe she washed
all the powder residue off.

She'll be in the system
another couple of days,

but I don't think
she has it in her.

You said Tennick mentioned
some old cop buddies?

Yeah. She said
he was using them
to check things out.

So go check them out.
We are.

There's a wake for Keene
over at Craven's.

This is between us.
Off the record.

He'd ask me to check
some license plates,

throw him a few numbers.
Do a BCI check.

Hey, Captain,
no business.

Briscoe, this is
strictly for Keene.
To Gilly Keene!

To Gilly Keene!
To Gilly Keene!

You talk to him recently?

About a week ago, yeah.

He called and
asked me to check

on this bogus
credit card charge.

What was that about?

Well, he said
it was important.

Somebody was making
unauthorized purchases.

You find out
who it was?

I found out
the name of the vendor.

It was like a jewel.
Topaz Enterprises.
That's all I remember.

Did Keene go in
for hookers?

There's a broad
in the 47

who used to
give him a freebie.

And that's it?

He didn't like to play
by the rules.

That's why
he lost his job.

I don't know
about any bogus
credit card charges.

Maybe Gilly found
something on his own.

And Topaz Enterprises
doesn't ring a bell, huh?

I've never heard of it.

Nothing in
Keene's file on Topaz.

How many employees
are authorized

to use a corporate
credit card?

About 10.

But how do you
know this fraud
he was investigating

wasn't on his
personal card?

Well, we'll get into that,
but in the meantime,

if you could
get us a list

of the card users,
the authorized ones,

and the corporate
credit card statements
for the last few months.

You think you could
do that, Mr. Bernum?

Yeah. Sure.

I thought you never heard
of Topaz Enterprises.

I haven't.

Well, you got six
$500 charges last month,

four the month before,
and four the month
before that.

Unless it's some supplier
that changed their name.

Who used corporate
card number two?

That was Gilly Keene.
I gave it to him

to use during
his investigations.

Hey, only one of us
needs to push a button,
all right?

Okay, fine.
You do it.

You don't have to
wait to hear
all the options.

I caught the case, okay?

So I'll push the button
when I want to.

Ha! A live person. Hello.

You have two New York
police detectives
on the line.

Yeah.
I got the name of a vendor,
Topaz Enterprises.

I need a phone number
and an address and a name.

No, we don't have time
to send you a letter
on our stationary.

Would a subpoena
to your boss help?

P.O. Box 176,
1700 Bloomingdale Road,
White Plains.

Thank you.

176. They must come in
to collect the mail.

These places are
designed for privacy.

Box holders enter
from the outside
with their own key.

We never see them
come or go.

I have nothing
to do with them
except collect the rent.

Well, who pays
the rent for 176?

176, pays once a year
with a money order.
Mailed in.

For all I know,
Elvis is renting that box.

Would you happen
to have any copies
of Elvis' money orders?

The mailbox
was registered
to Mary Jones.

Another clever alias.

You don't need an ID
to get a money order.

Yeah. All right.
Thanks, Charlie.
Take care.

Mary Jones' money order
for the rent on that box

came from the
Bryant Avenue Post Office
in Mount Kisco.

Mount Kisco?
Wait a minute.

Keene's LUD
showed some calls
to Mount Kisco.

Yeah, here we go.
January 14. 9:42 a.m.

That's the day
before the murder.

I know Gilbert Keene.
He's a client.

He phoned here
a couple of days ago.

Do you recall
what that was about?

I talked to him.

We arranged
a time to go look at
some carpet samples.

We were doing
some work for his company.

These gentlemen
are police officers
from the city.

Ah. Hillary Colson.
I'm Sondra's partner.

When did you go
look at the samples?

Last Tuesday.

I took the train in
and we drove around
in his car.

How about Wednesday?

Wednesday.

We went into the city.

Sondra and I,
we took a day off.

Went to Bloomingdale's,
Barneys.

How long you
been in business?

Eighteen months.
Need any decorating?

No job too small.

Well, my partner's
thinking about getting
a new place.

He might need some help.

Yeah, you don't
have a card, do you?

Maybe a brochure?

Yes, we do.

Give us a call.
We have lots of ideas.

So, what do you think?

I think they're lying.
They met with

the security chief
to discuss decorating?

I just hope we can get
prints off of this.

So, Lennie,
that stuff about me
needing help decorating,

that was just to
get her to hand me
a brochure, right?

Because you know
I know how to
put together a room.

Hillary's prints
were all over the car,

steering wheel,
steering column,
both door handles.

And the front
of Keene's seat.

She was looking
at carpet samples
with Gilly Keene.

You think
they're fronting Topaz?

I think they're both
call girls.

And I think
those $500 charges

were for services rendered.

$500 for a quickie
in the front seat?

She must have
some technique.

Hey, if we can
prove they're pros

we can sweat them
a little.

The credit card
company gave us

the names of some
other Topaz clients.

I gotta tell you guys,
this is making me
very uncomfortable.

Relax. We're not Vice.

First of all,
if I do admit to
using the services...

It doesn't go any further
than this room.

Yeah, well,
some people think it's,
you know, not right.

What? Knowing what
you're gonna get
up front?

I call that practical.

See, you and me
think alike.

You recognize
either of these women?

That's Amber.
Unbelievable.
And that's Cathy.

I get a chubby
just thinking about her.

Do you know
where they went?

Yeah, I think they went
to a basketball game
at the middle school.

What are they?
Cheerleaders?

Their kids are playing.

Ryan!

Ryan!

Go in and get it!

Suburban mommy hookers.

I wonder what
the tabloids would pay
for the exclusive on this?

You want to pop them
in front of their kids?

Hey, we got
two radio cars
waiting outside.

You want to go tell them
that we felt sorry
for the perps?

Detectives?
What are you doing here?

We're in the middle
of a game.

Ladies, I'm afraid
you're gonna have to
come with us.

Why?

We're placing you
under arrest.

If you walk out
with us quietly,

we won't
have to cuff you.
Nobody will know.

Honey, what's going on?

If you just step
outside with us,

we can explain
everything.

Let's go.
You're not taking
my wife anywhere!

Back off.

Your wife
is under arrest.

For what?
Prostitution.

The lipstick in
Hillary's purse

matched what we
found on Keene.

We'll try
and get Sondra
to roll first.

Go in to Hillary
with more ammunition.

Two kids.
Volunteer at the hospital.

Co-chair of Citizens
for a Cleaner Mount Kisco.

I wouldn't think you'd want
a prostitution conviction
on that resume.

I told you.

I just want
to plead guilty,
pay my fine,

and move somewhere
several thousand miles away.

We can save you
the trouble.

We can probably
get the charges dropped.

How?
Your friend
Hillary was involved

in something
a lot more serious

than turning tricks
between PTA meetings.

We think
she killed a man.

Do you know
anything about that?

No.

You weren't with
Hillary last Wednesday,
were you?

Yes. I was.

Look, Sondra,
I can understand

you want to be loyal
to your friend,

but if we find out
you're lying,

you're getting yourself
in real trouble.

Then we're not just
talking prostitution.

We're talking
obstruction of justice.

So, you think about
whether it's smarter
to be a loyal friend

or to tell the truth
and stay out of jail.

The fact that
my client's associate

has admitted guilt
is completely irrelevant.

Hillary is innocent.

So when Sondra
testifies about
the call girl operation

you two had going together,
that'll all be lies?

Let's try this case
in court.

Hey, the prostitution's
a no-brainer, Hillary.

The other thing
is where you
can help yourself.

What other thing?

A homicide.

Gilbert Keene
was shot last week.

He called Hillary
the day before the murder.

So a call was made?
What does that prove?

He was found in his car.

Her prints
were all over it.

I took him to look
at carpet samples.

Well, you left
a lipstick sample on him.

You know what we're
talking about, Hillary.

Don't say anything.

No,
the time to talk is now.

'Cause if you wait
too long,

you're not gonna be
able to help yourself.

We're done.

No, we're not.

Hillary Colson,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Gilbert Keene.

Would you
please stand up?

You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you
in a court of law.

What's next?
Camp Fire Girls
selling crack?

We know Hillary
was hooking,

we know she was
in Keene's car,

we know she serviced him.
We just don't know
why she killed him.

What does the partner say?

We offered her a walk.

She's still
pleading guilty

and backing
Hillary's alibi.

They were shopping together
on the day of the murder

in big department stores.

They paid cash
and threw away
their receipts.

Sound a tad rehearsed?

Talk to Hillary's husband.

Maybe he's not
as good an actor.

I shouldn't even
be talking to you.

Why?

Because you're not
prosecuting my wife.
You're persecuting her.

I think if you
really believed that,
you wouldn't talk.

Oh, she won't be
in jail for long.

If we weren't mortgaged
up to our eyeballs,
she'd be out by now.

I'm gonna borrow
from my pension fund
and then...

And then what?

She'll be back home.
You think it'll be
like old times?

She didn't do anything.

Sondra confessed.

She admitted
they were prostitutes.

Why would she make
something like that up?

Your wife was
turning tricks.

I'd be calling
a divorce lawyer.

What did she tell you?

She told me
she didn't do anything.

You still care for her.

Of course.

Your wife is
obviously very confused.

She sacrificed
a loving husband
and two children.

We're still a family.

Maybe you
and the kids are.

That could change, too.

What do you mean?

If your wife
is convicted of murder,
she's going to jail.

If you're convicted of
obstruction of justice,
you're going to jail, too.

That puts the kids
in a foster home,
Mr. Colson.

You can't do that!

We can and we will.

I didn't know.
How is that obstruction?

What did she tell you?

She didn't
tell me anything.

I went over Keene's
credit card bills again.

Almost every time
there's a Topaz charge,

there's a charge
the same day for
the Barrington Arms Hotel.

The love nest.
Could be.

The last charge was
made three weeks
before the murder.

Maybe they changed hotels?

It's not on
the credit card bills.

Maybe they had
a falling out

and stopped
seeing each other.

I'll go over to
the Barrington Arms

and see if anybody
saw them there.

Jamie?

Is something wrong?

When we're talking
to a possible witness,

when we're talking
to anyone,

I don't appreciate you
misrepresenting the truth

for the sake of a case.

What are you talking about?

You told Louis Colson
we could charge him
with obstruction of justice

and have his kids
taken away.

If he testifies falsely.

It's coercing a witness,
and even if it couldn't
get me censured,

I wouldn't do it.

I wouldn't threaten
a parent with removal
of his children.

Before I posed the threat,

did you believe
that he was hiding
something?

Yes.

And how about now?

I believe
he's being honest.

I don't think
he knew anything.

I agree with you,
but I had to find out.

It was cruel.

Mr. Keene is
definitely a regular.

One-night stays
in our junior suites

every week
through three weeks ago.

Nothing since then.
You're sure
you don't know him?

You've never
seen him before?

Look at the picture.

I'm sorry
and I'm surprised.

I think I should've
remembered.

We try to meet all of
our repeat customers.

But he probably
checked in and out
at unusual times.

Jose, do you know
this man?

No, doesn't ring a bell.

But I'm not too good
with faces.

He was a regular.
Always on the 10th floor.

Always ordered
champagne and caviar.

Tips, I remember.
Guy probably doesn't
tip too good.

What about her?

Oh, yeah,
her I remember.

But she comes
with a different guy.

Who?

I don't know the name.
He's a good tipper.

What does he look like?

Brown hair, tan.

He wears shirts
colored like ice cream,
you know, yellow, pink.

The hotel staff
identified you

as the man they
saw with Hillary.

You're an intelligent man,
Mr. Bernum.

What would you think?

You're keeping company
with a woman

accused of
killing your employee,

yet you don't even
mention that relationship.

You deny knowing
what Topaz Enterprises is.
You lied to us.

I didn't know
what Topaz was.
I never see the bills.

I'm feeling charitable.
I'm gonna give you
a mulligan.

But if your next shot
isn't on the fairway,
you're going to jail.

I had nothing to do
with Gilly's death.
I swear it.

And I can't believe
that Cathy did either.

I mean, Hillary.
I knew her as Cathy.

Why was she with Keene?

I had asked him...

It seems so ridiculous now.
I had asked him to find her.

But the morning
of his death,

he told me he hadn't yet.

Why did you want him
to find her?

A few weeks ago,

Hillary told me
that she didn't want
to see me anymore.

Well, you gotta understand,

the two hours
we spent together

were the highlight
of my week.

I wanted to spend
more time with her.

I wanted to
travel with her,
but she said no.

But I had to see her.
I couldn't help myself.

And then she
just disappeared.
I couldn't reach her.

So I told Gilly
to find her.

I finally met the woman
I always wanted.

Smart, funny,
sophisticated.

And she ends up being
a suburban housewife.

Just like the one
you have at home.

We have evidence
which puts you
in Keene's car,

in close
physical contact.

We've been over this, McCoy.

They were looking
at carpet samples.

Sondra will testify
that Fox Hill Decor

never provided any
decorating services

to the Bernum Woods Company.

Four Topaz clients
will testify

that Hillary provided sex
in exchange for money.

And they're all alive.
She didn't kill them.
And she didn't kill Keene.

Why on earth would she?

Now we have that
piece of the puzzle.

Mac Bernum told us
everything.

Quite a romantic,
isn't he?

Bernum's going
to testify, too.

About his becoming
obsessed with you.

About how you disappeared

when he pressured you
to become his girlfriend,

and about sending
Gilly Keene out
to find you.

Who did Keene
threaten to tell?
Bernum?

Your husband?

Can I get back to you?
We need to talk.

I'd like to be
a fly on the wall.

They're gonna ask
for man one.

They wish.
No way we're going
less than 15.

The blackmail can be
a mitigating factor.

It's the motive,
not the defense.

They're gonna be blowing
a lot of smoke at us.
We play tough.

We're holding
all the cards.

Jack, there's a notice
of substitution on the way.

Colson fired Metzler.
Lanie Stieglitz is
riding to the rescue.

The Betty Friedan militia?
What the hell's she up to?

I'm surprised, Lanie.
I didn't know prostitutes

were in your hall
of heroines.

Lady Justice
had my name
on this one, Jack.

The sexual exploitation
of women. Hi, dear.

I'm gonna kick
your backside
all over that courtroom.

I don't want to
deprive you
of your fun,

but this doesn't have
to go to a courtroom.

Ooh. A plea?
What is that?

Good manners,
or is the old man
twisting your arm?

It's generosity.

We're offering
your client murder two,
20-to-life.

Why don't we all
listen to her story?

And then we can talk
a little bit more
about generosity.

Okay, Hillary.

Keene called me.
He said he got
my pager number

from some friends of his
and could we meet.

We met at the Oak Bar
at The Plaza.

He seemed nice enough,
and we decided to leave.

He said the manager
at The Carlyle
was a friend of his.

We could get a suite.

I usually refused
to get in a car
with any client.

But he had a nice car,
and we were only
going a few blocks.

So, soon as
I got in the car,

he told me
he worked for Bernum.

And knew about me.
He showed me his gun

and drove over to
the West Side Highway.

He told me
I had two choices.

I could go back and
become Mac's girlfriend,
or I could service him,

free of charge,
whenever he wanted.

I said I wouldn't
do either,

and I tried to
get out of the car.

He grabbed me
by my wrist

and said he was
deciding for me.

He put his hand
on his gun,

said I was his girlfriend,
starting now,

and if I didn't
do what he wanted,
he would go to my husband.

That's when he
grabbed me by my hair.

I tried to pull away
and he shoved my head down.

I...

I...

I grabbed his gun
and I shot him.

If it was self-defense,

why didn't you go
to the police and
tell them what happened?

My life would
have been exposed
to everyone.

I told my husband.

He agreed with me.

You could have
gone to the police

after you told
your husband.

He said they
wouldn't believe me.

I swear to you,
I was just protecting myself.

I thought Keene
was going to kill me.

She had two good reasons
to kill him.

He was raping her
and he might expose
her secret.

One gets her acquitted.
The other gets her
25-years-to-life. Thanks.

And I think this
claim of rape
is a crock.

So she just dropped
her lipstick on him?

There was sexual contact.

She's a prostitute.
Don't they do that
for a living?

She can't be raped
because she's a prostitute?

No. She just
isn't credible,
that's all.

She just as likely
used sex

to put Keene at ease
before shooting him.

Lucky for you,
the defense has the burden
of proving rape.

Well, don't pop
the champagne yet.

She's a sympathetic defendant
with two small children.

The victim wasn't
exactly a saint.

If she were my client,
I'd have a field day.

With no evidence
to support rape
except her word?

He drove her to
an out-of-the-way place.
He had rape on his mind.

She got into
his car willingly.
She had murder on hers.

One fact,
two sharp edges.

You're gonna need
an extra-large box
of Band-Aids.

It's still murder two.
But we'll drop
the minimum to 15.

Peel off the testosterone
patch, Miss Ross.

You're thinking
under the influence.

You can sing "I am woman"
loud as you want,

but it's not gonna do
your client any good.

She has no witnesses
and no physical
evidence at all

to suggest that
the sex was anything
but consensual.

Except that Gilbert Keene

makes Mike Tyson look like
Little Lord Fauntleroy,
maybe.

If I were you,
I wouldn't bet the farm
on the character issue.

My money's on the husband.
He'll corroborate her story.

Man one, 10-to-20.

I want
the charges dismissed.

You can't be serious.

Jack, you're already
on the run.

Hillary was afraid
Bernum would find out
who she really was.

And show up on
her doorstep one day

while the Cub Scouts
were meeting at her house.

And that her husband
and everybody else
in Mount Kisco

would find out
about her other life.

And what precautions
did Miss Colson take
to prevent that?

You're under oath,
Miss Benton.

What precautions
did Hillary take?

She changed
her pager number.

What else did she do
to stop Mac Bernum from
finding out who she was?

She was afraid
Bernum would follow her,

so she started taking
different routes home.

She changed
the name she went by.

She even begged me
to move the store
and the post office box.

And she was right.

I'm sorry, Hil.

No further questions.

Miss Benton,

men paid you
a small fortune

to do things you
might not otherwise do,
isn't that right?

No. I did things
I wanted to do.

I just got paid
to do them.

Were you ever
asked to do anything
you didn't want to do?

Yes.

And if you refused,
what happened?

Once, a man threatened me
with a knife.

He ordered me to
do what he asked.

I had no choice.

Did you tell my client
about that incident?

Objection. Relevance.

I'll allow it,
subject to connection.

Answer the question.

Yes. I told Hillary.
It frightened her.

And did Hillary take
any special precautions
from then on?

She started to carry
pepper spray with her

and she would never
meet new clients
in their homes.

Only in neutral places,
like hotels.

She was bright, charming,
never depressed
or unwilling to please.

And very proper.
She was every
man's dream.

But you didn't pay her
to be charming and bright.

You paid her for her
willingness to please.

Is that right?
That's right.

What happened once
you let your feelings
for the defendant be known?

She quit returning
my phone calls.

She changed
her phone number.

She dropped off the map.

What did you do?

I asked my security man,
Gilbert Keene,
to look for her.

He never told me
he found her.

If he had,
what would you have done?

I would've gone
to see her.

But he never
had the chance
to tell you, did he?

No.

You were Mr. Keene's
best friend.
What was he like?

He was generous
to a fault.

A totally dependable,
honest man.

I trusted him
with everything.

Thank you.

When you let
your true feelings
for my client be known,

did she become alarmed?

She said she didn't want
a relationship like that.

Did she become violent?

No.

Did she say
she'd kill you if
you tracked her down?

No. She just vanished.
That's all.

That's all. Thanks.

Mr. Keene said
that he would have me
fired or arrested

if I didn't do
what he wanted.

Which was what,
Miss Tennick?

What did he want
from you?

He wanted sex,
whether I liked it or not.

No more questions.

Ms. Tennick,

did Mr. Keene ever
threaten physical violence

if you didn't
have sex with him?

No, but I didn't think
that I had a choice.

I didn't want
to get fired.

And after you
had sex with him,

did you report it
as rape?

No, but...

Because you weren't raped.

You were blackmailed,
isn't that right?

It was sexual harassment.
It's illegal.

Well, isn't stealing
from your employer
also illegal?

Objection!

Withdrawn.
No further questions.

I worked with Gilly Keene
for five years

in the neighborhood
stabilization unit.

Arresting prostitutes?

Yes.

Mmm-hmm.

Isn't it a fact that
a known prostitute
named Debbi Devine

filed a civilian complaint

against Officer Keene
in 1978,

alleging she was arrested
after she refused

to have intercourse
with him?

That was dismissed.

Mmm-hmm.

Didn't a prostitute
named Lisa Morales

file a similar complaint
against Officer Keene

in 1981?

Doesn't cost 10 cents
to file one of those things.

Was anyone else
in your unit

the subject of
a disciplinary proceeding

initiated by a prostitute?

Not that I know of.

Thank you.

Did any of those
complaints allege

that Officer Keene
used violence?

No, they did not.

Do you know why
the complaints

against Officer Keene
were dismissed?

Yeah, the CCRB
didn't find any evidence
to back up the charges.

Thank you.

The late Gilly Keene's
not sitting too well

with some of
our female jurors.

Juror number five
is nodding her head
in all the wrong places.

One seminar with
a jury consultant
and she's an expert.

Two seminars and
six years of voir dire.

Any other observations?

Lay off trying
to make Keene out
to be a boy scout.

He wasn't.
And it's not playing.

Right. Good.

Who's their next witness?

Louis Colson.

The cuckold husband?

The jury
might be sympathetic.

A poor man wronged,
two motherless kids,

a wife who says
she was a victim.

Who turns tricks
in her spare time.

He's gotta be
angry about it.

Use it.

Hillary told me
about Keene,

about how he raped her.

About why
she was in his car.

I was floored.

And in spite
of everything,

you're here,
testifying on her behalf?

I'll never understand
the way she acted.

I mean, the prostitution.

But I believe
she told me the truth

about what happened
in that car.

Thanks.

I'm a little confused,
Mr. Colson.

Your wife comes to you
in tears

and tells you
that she just killed
a man who raped her,

and you tell her
not to go to the police?

I was afraid they
wouldn't believe her.

You must have known
that they would
track her down?

The only thing
I know for certain

is that she killed
that bastard
in self-defense.

You must really
love your wife.

She's betrayed you
in the most egregious
way imaginable,

and you're still
willing to lie
for her, aren't you?

I am not lying.

I was protecting myself
and my children
from the shame.

We have been humiliated.

Your wife
humiliated you,
didn't she?

How do you feel
about her having sex
with strangers, for money,

right under your nose?
Objection!

Don't you think
about what she did

with all those
other men?

Sustained, Mr. McCoy.

Did you really think
that your life could
go back to normal?

I didn't think about that.

No! You didn't
think about it

because she didn't
tell you about it

until after
she was arrested.

Isn't that right?
No!

She never told you

that she had
killed Gilbert Keene
in self-defense.

Isn't that right?

No! It happened
exactly the way I said.

Then you lied
to the police

when you told them
that you knew nothing.

You lied to me
when you told me
in your office.

Didn't you say to me,
"My wife didn't
tell me anything"?

Which is it, Mr. Colson?

Were you lying then,
or are you lying now?

He showed me his gun,

grabbed me by my hair
and forced my head down.

I was so frightened.
I panicked.

I grabbed his gun
and shot him.

Why didn't you go
straight to the police?

I guess at that moment
I realized that
they'd look at me

not as a housewife
from Mount Kisco,
but as a whore.

I didn't want to
do that to my family.

You had a pretty nice life,
didn't you?

Yes. A devoted husband,
two wonderful children,
a business,

a wonderful home.

And despite all that,
you decided to become
a prostitute.

Why? The excitement?
The sex?

It wasn't the sex.
I guess it was exciting.

And I guess a man
paying $500 or $1,000

to be with me
made me feel desirable.

I enjoyed that.

So all of a sudden
you found it frightening

to have your head
in a strange man's lap.

Is that your testimony?
Objection.

Sustained.

I'll re-phrase.

How many strangers
have paid you to
have sex with them?

Answer the question,
Mrs. Colson.

Seventy, 80 men.

And yet the thought
of having sex with
one more strange man

was so repulsive that
you had to kill him?

I was panicked.
He was raping me.

Didn't you carry
a can of pepper spray
in your purse?

A lot of women carry it.

Why didn't you use it
instead of Mr. Keene's gun?

He had me by the hair,
Mr. McCoy.

The pepper spray
was in my purse.

You're a professional
sex provider.
You're experienced.

This was
a routine sex act,

and yet you expect us
to believe

that it was so terrifying
that you had to use
lethal force to stop it?

You can believe
whatever you want.

I know what he did to me.

He threatened to
take away your nice home
in Mount Kisco,

your nice family,
your comfortable lifestyle.

That's what
terrified you,
wasn't it?

No!

You love your kids,
you love your suburban life.

You would kill
to protect all that.

That's why
you killed Gilbert Keene!

Objection. Damn it!
He's testifying!

Withdrawn.
I have no more questions.

It's not often
that Big Brother

has to listen
to your opinion.

It happens
every four years.

And it happens when
you have the privilege
of sitting in this box.

Hillary Colson
shopped at GapKids,

she goes
to PTA meetings,

she's also a prostitute.

I don't like it
any more than you do.
It disgusts me.

I don't approve
of serial adultery.

She's endangered
the lives of every member
of her family

in a pathetic
search for what?

Novelty?

To fill a void
in her life, maybe?

I don't know,
but I do know this.

If this were a referendum
on prostitution,

I would say,
"Throw her in jail
and forget about the key."

But it's not.

That's not why
she's on trial.

She is on trial
because she said no
to an ex-police officer

armed with a Colt revolver
and the will to use it.

An ex-police officer.

Hmm.

A bully who used sex
to dominate women.

She said no
and she meant it.

The Bill of Rights
does not only apply

to the June Cleavers
of this country.

Acquit my client and
you say to Big Brother
that any woman,

regardless of
her character,

has got the right
to say no

and has got the right
to back it up!

I'm not asking you
to agree with prostitution.

But I am begging you

to disagree with rape.

Ms. Stieglitz is right,
this isn't a referendum
on prostitution.

It isn't a referendum
on rape.

You're here to
render a verdict

on her client's credibility.

She says she was raped.

What's her evidence?

"Keene was a bully.
My husband believes me,
so should you."

In the meantime,
she suffered no injuries,

she destroyed evidence,
she lied to the police.

It was only when she was
backed into a corner
that she cried rape.

That she wrapped herself

in the right
of self-defense,

but she wasn't
defending her virtue.

She didn't shoot
Gilbert Keene

to keep from
performing an act

that she had
willingly performed
on dozens of other men.

She killed him
to protect a secret.

You've all seen what
lengths she went to
to avoid Mac Bernum,

to hide her identity.

Who can blame her?

She didn't want to
lose her husband,

her family,
her comfortable home.

Those things
she would kill for.

But those things
do not justify
the taking of a life.

The threat of deadly
physical force does,
or rape does,

or kidnapping
or robbery.

But none of those things
happened in that car.

What happened in that car

was a cold
and calculated thing.

A woman killed
her blackmailer,
not her rapist.

That's who Gilbert Keene was,
that's how he got sex.

He didn't rape
those other women.
He blackmailed them.

I don't want you
to convict her

because she's a prostitute.

I'm asking you
to convict her

because her story
is a lie.

Mr. Foreman,
has the jury
reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor,
we have.

Will the defendant
please rise.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

murder in
the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Hillary Colson, guilty.

Lanie Stieglitz
filed her appeal.

She's hoping they'll
erect a statue for her
on 12th Avenue.

Even prostitutes
deserve a patron saint.

Makes me wonder
if they convicted her
because we made our case

or because
she's a prostitute.

They convicted her.
I don't care why.