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yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Come on, let's go!

Near corner,
far corner?

Okay, I said
near corner or far...

Oh, my.

CSU says
it's a single stab wound
to the guy's abdomen.

We know who he is?

No wallet, no ID.
But judging how
he's dressed,

I'd say he ain't
a homeboy.

I want a shot of
the laundry mark.

Right.

Rite Aid receipt
from a couple
of days ago.

2211, Broadway.

It's near 96th Street.

What do you think?
Stick and pick?

Either that,
or he figured out

a hell of a way
to beat a cab fare.

What about the cabbie?
Harish Singh.

Says the pickup was
on 42nd near Lex

and that another guy
helped the old man in.

Thinks that it was
that guy who was the one

who gave him the address
where to go.

Where's he?
Where else?

Talking on
the cell phone.

Thanks.

Say goodbye, Mr. Singh.

I was just trying to
get another vehicle.

My whole shift is lost.

Yeah, well, it turns out
it wasn't his day either.

Tell us about the guy
who helped the old man.

He was black.

Young, wearing a green
baseball cap.

Some... Some blue
running clothes.

He say anything about
your passenger?

No. Just said to go to
125th and Amsterdam.

Did he touch
the door handle?

I don't know.

The whole ride up here,
you didn't hear

your passenger
say anything?

I was talking
to my broker.

All right, give us
your home number.

And don't forget
your cell phone.

Guy's bleeding to death
in his back seat,
he's making day trades.

Gotta run
with the bull.

toothpaste and
some cough medicine.
Paid for in cash.

Purchase like that,
the guy probably
lives nearby.

Big neighborhood.

Dry cleaner's mark
on his shirt tail.

There's gotta be
20, 30 dry cleaners
in that area.

The guy's wearing
a Paul Stuart suit.

I'm betting he goes
to the best.

Well, canvass the cleaners,
and work your way out
from the Rite Aid.

I'm not sure.
But this guy
don't look so good.

How about this?
You recognize that?

Yes. That's ours.

Last four digit
customer phone number.

Have you got a name
to go with the number?

Mr. Grimaldi lived alone,
about five, six years now.

His wife.
Real sweet lady.

She died a few years back.

What she was doing
with the guy is
anybody's guess.

Why do you say that?

Grimaldi was tough.
Real old school.

Not a guy with too many
nice words to say.

And parting with a dollar
wasn't his thing either.

He would have
fought back.

That's probably what
got him killed.

Any other next of kin?

Son and daughter,

but they don't
come around much
since the mother died.

He lives in Philly
with his wife and kid,
I think.

And her I'm not
too sure about.

See if you can get
their numbers from
the managing agent.

Sure.

Any idea what he did
for a living?

Retired. But I think
he was an insurance
salesman once.

He's in good hands now.

Hey, cabbie said
he picked him up
on 42nd and Lex, right?

Yeah.
Bank account
on Lexington Avenue.

Mr. Grimaldi was
a customer here
for over 30 years.

He used to come in
all the time.

Only worked
a few blocks from here.

Where was that?

All-Atlantic Insurance.

It's a shame.

He was
a real character.

In what way?

He's what you'd call
an old-fashioned
American success story.

Immigrated from Italy.

Worked 40 years
for the same company.

A real dying breed.

Do know if
maybe he cashed
a check that day?

Or maybe
somebody saw him with
a large amount of money?

I checked
our security tapes
after you called.

Mr. Grimaldi didn't use
a teller that day.

He went straight
to the vault area.

Safe deposit box.

He opened one
about 10 years ago.

Doesn't seem to
have used it much.

Any chance we could
take a look inside?

You'd just be
wasting your time.

He closed it that day.
It's empty.

Here are some shots
from the bank's
video tape.

This is him coming in.

Briefcase.

Then 14 minutes later,
he leaves.

Still has his briefcase.

Now, here's one
from the ATM outside.

He's still alone.

Not for long.

Our Good Samaritan.

Latent just faxed over
the list of prints

they lifted
from the cab door.

What'd they get?

Nineteen partials.

Anything interesting?

Two forefingers
and a thumb.

"Doug Panero.
Male, white.

"Nineteen. Drug sale.

"Anthony Weathers.
Male, black.

"Forty-two.
Turnstile jump.

"And Roland Dell.
Male black.
Twenty-four."

"On parole
for knifepoint robbery."

Talk to his P.O.
And let's pick him up

before he decides
to help anyone else.

Hey. How you doing?
Is your mom and dad here?

Teddy, who is it?

New York City detectives.

What's this about?

Is Roland Dell here?
Get back in there, Teddy.

We're just sitting down
to dinner.

Dinner's gonna have
to wait.

Police! Freeze!

Freeze!

Rock, paper,
scissors, gun.

We've got your prints
on the cab door.

On a city cab?
Big deal.

We also have this.

Who's that?

You. Right down
to the green ball cap

we found
in your closet.

Oh, you think
this lid's green?

'Cause I'd be willing
to bet that my Legal Aid

says it could be
almost any color.

If it isn't you,
why'd you go up-tempo
when you saw us, Roland?

What would you do
you saw a brother come
after you with a gun?

Man, you guys
got nothing.

'Cause if you did,
you wouldn't be
looking at me

for my statement.

Yeah, I think
you better get me
my Legal Aid.

Yeah. He did
so good for you
last time, right?

Anything on
the apartment search?

No briefcase,
no knife.

Bring in some
of the witnesses
from the ATM machines

and see if
someone can put him
at the scene.

You got it.

I hear you went
in hot pursuit today.

Yeah. He tried to
climb out the window.

I'm surprised
you didn't push him.

Me, too.

Just tell us
if you see anyone
who looks familiar.

It's hard to say.

I think number four.

And where do you
recognize him from?

I think he was the man
I saw helping

the older man
get into the cab.

Are you sure?

Best I can say
is I think so.

Okay. Thank you,
Mrs. Drummond.

I think my client should
be released immediately.

That's for the D.A.
handling the case.

What case?

His lawyer's right.
I can't indict on
a "think so."

Well, what about
the prints and
the ATM photos?

All good
circumstantial evidence,

if we had an ID.

Green.

So what?
You just gonna
kick this guy loose?

Lennie, I called
his parole officer.

She dropped a violation
on him based
on your arrest.

He is not
going anywhere.

That was the M.E.
Roland Dell may only
be half our problem.

Grimaldi had
a six-inch stab wound
to his abdomen.

He also had
a bullet wound
under his left armpit.

This guy was stabbed
and shot?

New York's
a tough town.

How'd CSU miss it?

There was
no exit wound.

And the entrance
was hidden under
the hair in the armpit.

I only found it when
I X-rayed the body.

Well, could this guy
have been shot

and made it
to the cab?

Hey, Reagan never knew
he was shot

till he got
to Bethesda Naval.

So what killed him?
The knife or the gun?

Take your pick.

Roland Dell stabbed
a dead man.

Couldn't even get
that right.

Here, he is
passing the ATATM at 2:37.

Three minutes
to walk 15 feet?

Maybe he stopped
to tie his shoe.

Briefcase is
in his right hand now.

Well, it was in
his left hand when
he left the bank.

Maybe he switched
when he got shot.

What do we have
from Ballistics?

They're having trouble
IDing the round.

Seems like
a lot of folks

were waiting
for this man

to come out
of that bank.

Wonder what they knew
about the deposit box
that we don't.

Grimaldi's kids just got in
to ID the body.

Maybe they have an idea.

Our father is shot
and stabbed on one of
the busiest streets

in Manhattan,
and no one
even noticed?

The cabbie was
on a cell phone.

Plus, midtown
and it was raining.

But you don't believe
this was random?

We think the perpetrators
were after whatever

your father kept in
that safe deposit box.

I didn't even know
he had a safe
deposit box. Did you?

No.

Well, was he the kind
of person that kept
a lot of cash on him?

Our father never
discussed his finances.

He lived
on a pension.

Is there any kind
of inheritance?

Maybe from your mother?
Some stocks?

Anything somebody
might have known about?

I don't think so.

Was there anyone
he was close to?

Most of
our father's friends
have passed away.

What about Gail?

Gail?
Gail Bartlet.

Since our mom died,
she's been Dad's friend.

He was with her
before Mom died.

Jordan said that?
I'm surprised.

Their mother was very ill
for several years
before she died,

and Peter and I
became friends.

His kids were
under the impression

that he might have
confided in you.

Peter rarely spoke to
either of his children.

He wasn't
what you would call

an intimate type
of man, Detective.

He... He rarely confided
in anyone, even me.

But there was
a certain charm
about Peter, an energy.

Uh, can you think
of any reason

why somebody
would have wanted
to hurt him?

A few weeks ago,
actually,

the doorbell rang.

Peter answered it
and I heard him yelling.

Did you see who
he was yelling at?

No. But when he came
back into the room, I...

He was very angry,
and I asked him
what was wrong,

and he... he said
the doorman

had let someone up
he wasn't supposed to.

He say who?
No.

But he was
very upset about it,
for a few days, actually.

A witness says
you let someone up

to the Grimaldi place
a few weeks ago.

Somebody he got
pretty upset about.

I never let
anybody up there.
I told him that.

You think
it did me any good?

Well, you do know
who that person was?

If it's the time
I'm thinking about,
it was a process server.

Grimaldi had
legal problems?

Thanks.

I guess. This guy came
around a few times.

He must've
finally snuck up while
I was doing something else.

You know
who he worked for?

All I know is Grimaldi
tore me a new one
for letting the guy in.

I ran Grimaldi's
name through
the court's computer.

There were no cases
with his name
in a caption,

so he isn't a plaintiff
or a defendant.

The kids
and the girlfriend

didn't know anything
about a lawsuit either.

He could have been
involved in litigation
in some other way.

He worked for
an insurance company,
right?

He's been retired
for over 10 years.

Here you go.
I have an Aunt Opal.

Slipped in
a supermarket once.

Took her 12 years
to settle her case.

I was surprised
when my assistant
gave me your message.

Peter Grimaldi was
a kind of dinosaur
around here.

Worked for the company
for over 40 years.

We were wondering
if he was part

of any lawsuit
involving All-Atlantic.

I had litigation
pull our claims.

I'm afraid there's
nothing here.

Which is not surprising,
given Peter sold
mostly life insurance.

Then he had a broker's
license, right?

Of course. Why?

Any chance he was
still doing business
on the side?

Not with us.

Peter Grimaldi's license
to sell insurance
lapsed 11 years ago.

The last thing I see
is a letter from someone

requesting a business
address for him,

and that was
three years ago.

A letter about what?

Oh, it's pretty hard
to follow.

She claimed
this guy Grimaldi

sold her family
some insurance
a long time ago,

then refused to pay.

But you can see
right there,

she was talking
about a guy named
Pietro Grimaldi,

not Peter.

Pietro is Peter
in Italian.

What happened
to her complaint?

Nothing.

Like I said,
we weren't sure
she had the right guy.

Dora Wolkoff.
Bronx, New York.

Ciao.
That means goodbye.

Well, if you came
to arrest her,
you're a year too late.

Dora passed
last December.

Happens all the time
around here.

Yeah, it happens
where we work, too.

She ever mention
any legal problems
she was having?

Like what sort
of problems?

You know, like,
maybe insurance problems.

You guys are here
about Dora's insurance?

Actually,
we're investigating
the death

of a man
named Peter Grimaldi.

Pietro Grimaldi?

You mean to tell me
he was a real person?

What do you know
about him?

Dora said
this Pietro Grimaldi

sold her father
some life insurance.

Used to say
she was gonna walk out
of here a rich lady.

So, he was real, huh?

I guess
what comes around
goes around, though.

Why do you say that?

Well, Dora said
this guy wouldn't pay.

Said he'd done
this thing to a bunch
of other people.

You know,
back in the old country.

She ever mention
any other names?

I don't remember.

But I bet
her daughter would know.

Evie used to write letters
for them all the time.

So, you guys finally
going to get him

to pay the money
he owes me, or what?

Pietro Grimaldi
was found murdered

a few days ago,
Miss Wolkoff.

Was he rich?

Why do you ask that?

Pietro Grimaldi was
an insurance salesman,
Detective.

During the war,
he traveled through Poland
and Czechoslovakia

selling
life insurance policies
to Jewish families.

Told them their money
would be safe.

Said he worked for
an Italian company,
Federali Insurance.

Isn't that right, Hymie?

Yeah.

He sold a policy
to Mr. Radzanower's
family, too.

And there's others.

Then the war ends,
he refused to pay.

Pietro Grimaldi took
my grandfather's
last dollar

and left my mother
with nothing.

Wolkoff, Radzanower,
Getzler, Ribet, Frank.

All Holocaust survivors
or the families
of Holocaust victims

who purchased
life insurance policies
from Pietro Grimaldi.

All of them
stiffed by him.

And all with a motive
to kill him.

How many?

Daughter gave us 59 names.

But she says
there could be thousands.

Apparently,
Grimaldi used the Nazis
as a marketing tool,

while figuring he'd
never have to pay off
on the policies.

I have an appointment
with the Italian Consulate.

We'll see what they know
about Federali Insurance.

Just when you thought
that there weren't
any more ways

to violate these people,
an insurance scam.

The Italian government
subpoenaed Grimaldi.

We recently started
an investigation
into allegations

that certain Italian
insurance companies

sold life insurance policies
to Jewish families
in Eastern Europe

during the war and
then refused to pay.

Refused why?

The companies
claim there is
no documentation

the policies
were ever issued.

And now most of
these companies
don't even exist.

What about
the company Grimaldi
worked for in Italy,

Federali Insurance?

Bankrupt.

We traced over
1,100 policies
to Federali Insurance.

But without
Peter Grimaldi's testimony,

I'm afraid the truth
may never be known.

Sounds like
a pretty good motive

to make sure
he didn't testify.

Yes.

Could I get copies
of your files
on Federali?

I'd like for one of
our forensic accountants
to examine them.

Aren't we just
a little out of
our jurisdiction?

Maybe not.

When Federali Insurance
filed for bankruptcy,

they listed their
outstanding policies.

Anyone from
Evelyn Wolkoff's list?

No. But there were
several American
policy holders.

Who goes to Italy
to buy life insurance
during a war?

No one.

The policies
were purchased
at a brokerage here

in New York.

A brokerage in New York
sold Federali's policies?

Guess who
owned the brokerage.

All-Atlantic.

Because guess
who owned Federali.

All-Atlantic.

I believe
I've already told
your two detectives

everything we knew
about Mr. Grimaldi.

Strange you never
mentioned the fact

All-Atlantic owned
the Italian company

Grimaldi worked for
during the war.

I don't see how
that's relevant.

As a subsidiary,
All-Atlantic is liable

for any policy
written by Federali.

You see
the relevance now,
Mr. Bresler?

We have never hidden
from our obligations.

If you have any
specific policy numbers,

we'd be happy
to check our records.

I think you know
we don't.

We're wondering
if Grimaldi did.

Look, it's possible
life insurance was sold

to someone who
became a victim
of the war.

But as chairman
of this company,

I can assure you
we have absolutely
no knowledge

of any such policy.

Were you aware that
the Italian government

had just subpoenaed
Peter Grimaldi shortly
before he was killed?

Pure politics.

We went
after their banks.

Now they'd
like a go at us.

So you were aware.

I don't think
Mr. Stewart meant
to imply

that he had
any specific knowledge
of the subpoena.

Only that he was aware
of their investigation.

Exactly so.

Look, I sympathize
with the frustration
of someone

who believes that
he was cheated
by circumstance,

but I can't just
turn this company
into a deep pocket.

We are required to
verify a policy's existence
before we can pay.

And unfortunately,
most of Federali's files

disappeared when
the countries
they were kept in

were taken over
by the communists.

So, at this point,
it would be totally
irresponsible of us to pay.

You think the company
my father worked for
is behind his murder?

Just before his death,
your father was subpoenaed
by the Italian government

to give testimony about
certain insurance policies
he sold during the war.

Testimony that
might have cost

All-Atlantic hundreds
of millions of dollars.

Did your father
ever tell you

about his work
during the war?

Just that he was
an insurance salesman.

But did he ever tell you
who he sold insurance to

or how he came to work
for All-Atlantic?

What are you saying?
Who did my father
sell insurance to?

Holocaust victims.

He kept a book.

Jordan?

It was about 10 years ago,
when he retired,
he showed it to me.

It had names, dates,
different numbers.

It was in my father's
handwriting.

Why didn't you
ever tell me?

Why did
he show it to you?

He said it might be
worth a lot of money
one day,

and he wanted me
to know about it,
that's all.

It wasn't something
I really wanted
to think about.

Do you know
what happened
to that book?

No.

It seems Grimaldi kept
a handwritten record

of the policies he sold
in Eastern Europe. A book.

We had the police
search his apartment.
Nothing came up.

His son says Grimaldi
showed him the book
about 10 years ago.

The same time
he opened the deposit box.

Who told Roland Dell
it was there?

Dell's not
talking to us.

Find out
who talked to him.

Briscoe's report says
Dell claimed

he had a job working
for his brother-in-law.

Doing what?

Brother-in-law's working
for a company
called Burton Security.

His parole officer said
you got him a job.

I never spoke
with his parole officer.

Your brother-in-law's
facing a murder charge,
Mr. Hollis.

If you know something
about that,

you could easily
find yourself facing
charges as well.

I passed
his name along.
To who?

Donald Burton.

The owner?

What sort
of company is this?

We supply security
to businesses.

So why pass
Roland's name along?

A few weeks back,
Burton comes to me,

says he needs somebody
with street smarts.

Somebody who can
keep his mouth shut.

Knows all about Roland.

Look, I got a family
to feed,

but I didn't know
he was going to
rob nobody, I swear.

Man gave me a job,
so what?

It's a race to
the D.A.'s office,
Mr. Dell.

The one
who flips fastest wins.

How long do you think
it's going to be

before Donald Burton
tells us you robbed
that guy on your own?

So what happens
if he tells you
what you want to know?

I'm prepared
to offer 10 years
on the homicide.

I'll also recommend
his outstanding
parole violation

run concurrent
with that sentence.

That's three years
for free.

Yeah, all right.

Um...

I met up with
Reggie's boss, Burton,

and he tells me
he wants me to rob
this old man.

Gives me the 411
on the when
and the where.

How about the what?

I was just supposed
to take a book,
that's all I know.

So why'd you stab him?

Man, once I snatched
the case, the old man,

he grabs my jacket,
he won't let go,

so I did
what I needed to.

Who shot him?

Who shot who?

The man you stabbed
was also shot.

What?

I might make that
parole recommendation

with a little
more enthusiasm
if I knew the truth.

Look, I don't know nothing
about him being shot,
and that is the truth.

Ask Burton
if you don't believe me.

He was there, too.

He was watching
the whole thing.

Look, so I hire a couple
of questionable characters
once in a while.

Big deal.

You want to walk
around a warehouse

in the South Bronx
at 3:00 a.m.?

We're not talking
about the South Bronx,
Mr. Burton.

We're talking about
midtown Manhattan.

Roland Dell gave
a full statement.

We've also subpoenaed
your bank records,

so we know
you've done work for
All-Atlantic Insurance.

What about it,
Mr. Burton?

Oh, my God.

What's on the table?

Ten years.
Same as Dell.

No.

He gave you us,
we can give you more.

More to give,
more to get.

What'd you have
in mind, Counselor?

Five.

I'll consider seven.

Alan Bresler,
from All-Atlantic Insurance,

he called me
and told me he had
a security problem.

Security problem?

He's a lawyer.
That's the way he put it.

Said this guy Grimaldi
used to work for them.

Told me he had a book
with a list
of policy numbers.

He tried to
sell it to them,

but Hamilton Stewart
wouldn't buy.

Where's the book now?

I gave the briefcase
to Bresler.

Who was the shooter?

You telling me
Grimaldi was shot?

There's the autopsy report.

Wait.

It had to be.

Had to be what?

I was sitting
on the bank
across the street.

When Grimaldi came out,
I gave Dell the signal.

Only soon as I did,

Grimaldi starts up
a conversation
with this guy.

Describe him.

Uh, white. Six foot.

Thirty-five, forty.
Black hair.

What else did you see?

Looked like
they were arguing.

That's when he
must have shot him.

And then the old man
walks away

and Dell
does his thing.

We believe him?
Doesn't make sense,

he wouldn't
give up the shooter.

Ballistics report
on Grimaldi.

The bullet was a 9 mm
manufactured in Italy.

FBI lab determined
it was fired from
a 1934 Italian Beretta.

Family heirloom.

Grimaldi's son
registered a '34 Beretta

in Pennsylvania
15 years ago.

Is your brother here?

Jordan.

Jordan Grimaldi,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Peter Grimaldi.

Jordan, what's going on?

Put your hands
behind your back.

Jordan?

Oh, my God, no!
What's going on?

It's okay.
It's okay, Donna.
It's gonna be all right.

Burton told us
Grimaldi tried
to sell the book.

Maybe his son
thought he could cut
a better deal.

Why tell us
about the book
in the first place?

It doesn't matter.

We still have
two homicides

and one body
to go around.

The problem is,
if we go after the son
for the murder,

we just about guarantee
reasonable doubt
for Bresler and Stewart.

We go after those two,
the boy gets a walk.

There's a third option.

Go after the son
for the murder

and Bresler and Stewart
for grand larceny.

Since when did you become
a defense attorney?

Grimaldi was robbed
to prevent those people

from collecting
on their insurance policies.

Every policy
would constitute
a separate count.

How many counts
we talking about?

Over a thousand.
That we know of.

They'll need
a calculator or two to
figure out the sentence.

Your Honor,
People are amending
their complaint,

dismissing
the homicide counts

and adding the charge
of Grand Larceny.

1,136 counts.
Is that number correct,
Miss Carmichael?

As per
the Italian Consulate,
it is, Your Honor.

Theft of insurance
policy numbers?

Judge,
those policies were sold
more than 50 years ago.

Peter Grimaldi's
robbery and murder

takes care of
the statute of limitations.

I agree. But I won't
remand these defendants
on a larceny charge.

Bail is set
at $100,000 each.

Figured you might
pull a stunt like this.

Motion to dismiss.

Without the book,
you've got nothing.

"Jordan Grimaldi."

Defendant is charged
with first degree murder.

Except for him,
of course.

Mr. Gold is right.

Without the book,
you have no proof
sufficient for a conviction.

But we do for
an indictment,
Your Honor.

It's an exercise
in futility, Your Honor.

They can't produce
that book.

Do you know something
we don't, Mr. Gold?

I'll let the trial
go forward, Mr. McCoy.

But you better have
the goods at the end
of the People's case.

If they're smart,
the book's already
in the shredder.

Maybe. But we still have
the next best thing.

Was it the money,
Mr. Grimaldi?

Is that why
you killed your father?

Haven't you done enough
to my brother?

I think your brother

was in serious trouble
long before we got there.

What do you know
about me?
Jordan, don't talk.

I never
wanted the money.

That was blood money.

Then why didn't
you tell someone
about the book?

It must have been difficult
learning about your father.

You don't have
to answer.

I think he does,
Counselor.

I think he needs
to answer.

My father was responsible
for his own death.

Jordan, please listen
to the lawyer.

They can't prove anything.

You're the only one,
other than your father,

that's ever seen
what's inside that book.

Without your testimony,
these men will walk.

If that happens,
I promise,

your brother will
do enough time
for all of them.

What's your offer?

Nothing.
Until he takes the stand.

Afterwards,
I'll be willing to listen.

You're asking him
to testify without
a plea bargain?

I won't inquire
about the shooting.

If the defense does,
he can take
the Fifth Amendment.

I'm offering you the chance

to do what you failed
to do that day.

You're originally
from Poland,

is that right,
Mr. Radzanower?

From Budzanov.
A little town.

And you knew a man
named Pietro Grimaldi?

I knew him, yes.

Tell us how,
if you would, sir.

It was 1939.

The last time we were
all together as a family.

The Germans just moved
into Poland,

and things became
very difficult.

Difficult?
For the Jews.

My father owned
a small trucking company.

He came to work one day

to find
all his trucks burned

and the windows
of our garage broken.

Unfortunately,
most of the Poles

didn't need
much encouragement
to hate us.

That night,
Grimaldi showed up.

And he talked
to your father?

He told my father

the Jews are being killed
in Germany.

It's just a matter of time
for all of us.

Then he showed
my father a picture

of women and children
in a ditch, shot.

Then he offered to sell
my father insurance.

Of course, he bought.

And you're sure
this was Pietro Grimaldi?

My father
made us memorize
Grimaldi's name,

and he told us
where to go

if something
should happen.

And what happened
to your family,
Mr. Radzanower?

Hitler happened.

And when it was over,

I could only find
my sister.

She was very sick.

I was 17,
and we were alone.

And what did you do?

We walked. Over a year.

I carried her
most of the time.

To Italy.

To where my father told me
Grimaldi should be.

And did you find him?

Yes. I asked him
for our money.

I told him without it,
my sister would die.

And what did he say?

He said he doesn't
remember my father.

He has no record
of any policy.

And without
a death certificate,

I don't have even proof
that my father is dead.

The Nazis did not give
any death certificates.

I have only one
from Italy.

For my sister.

I have nothing further.

Prior to
this trial, sir,

had you ever heard
of the All-Atlantic
Insurance Company?

No.

Then your father did not
buy a policy from them,
did he?

He bought
from Federali.

So you would not
have made a claim

against the All-Atlantic
Insurance Company,

because you had
no basis to believe

that they owed you
any money, is that right?

Objection.

The question calls
for a legal conclusion.

Judge, it is
the People's theory

that my clients
stole a book

to prevent this man
and others like him from
claiming their insurance.

I'd like a chance
to find out whether

he thinks my clients
owed him any money
in the first place.

Do you think these men
owe you anything,
Mr. Radzanower?

I think these men
should close their eyes

and see my sister.

See my sister
as a little girl
she was once,

and a woman
she should have been.

Then I want them
to open their eyes

and tell me
if they think
they owe me anything.

My father
showed me a book.

He told me
he'd kept a record of
all the insurance policies

he sold during the war,
so he wouldn't be cheated
out of his commissions.

What sort of
a record was this?

Names, dates,
policy numbers, places.

What places?

Warsaw, Lodz,
Vienna, Prague.

How many policies
were there?

Maybe a thousand.
Maybe more.

Nothing further.

You didn't have
a very good relationship
with your father,

did you, Mr. Grimaldi?

No.

In fact,
you hated the man.

I loved my father.
I hated what he'd done.

You mean, like,
selling those policies.

And having
kept them secret, yes.

I see.

Well, tell us,
when did you find out
about the book?

About 10 years ago.

Ten years?

Tell anybody,
Mr. Grimaldi?

No.

Like father,
like son.
Objection.

Isn't it a fact
that the only reason
you're coming forward now

with this fiction
about a book

is that you were offered
a plea bargain?

A plea bargain
for the murder
of your own father.

Objection.

I wasn't offered
a plea bargain.

Sustained.

Did you murder
your father?

Mr. Grimaldi,
I have to warn you,

you have the right
not to answer under
the Fifth Amendment.

Judge, let me talk
to my client.

I don't need
to talk to my lawyer.

The record reflects
counsel refused.

I shot him.

And the whole thing
about this book
was a scam, wasn't it?

No.

A scam to
save your father,
and now to save you.

That is a lie.
There never was a book.

There was.
There was a book.

And you're right.

I should have
said something
a long time ago.

But you didn't,
did you?

When he told me,
told me what it was,

I begged him
to turn it in.

But he wouldn't listen.

My father
never listened.

So it's only now,
when you're facing
a murder charge

that you decide
to come forward,
is that it?

My father called me
a few weeks ago

and told me
he'd been subpoenaed.

He wanted to make sure
I didn't say anything

to anybody
about the book.

He told me
he was going to sell it.

To them.

He even
offered me money.

For my children,
he said.

Object as non-responsive.

Overruled.

You can finish
your answer, sir.

When he came out
of the bank,
I was waiting for him.

I had the gun.

But I had to stop him.

When he saw it,
he became enraged.

He reached for it.

It went off.

He just looked at me

and then
he walked away.

If my father had sold
that book

and I had done nothing
to stop him,

I would have been
lost forever.

Even I have to admit
it's pretty hard
to blame him.

Even harder to figure
how to punish him.

Can I talk to you?

You shouldn't do that
without your lawyer,
Mr. Bresler.

I am a lawyer,
Mr. McCoy.

I know what I'm doing.

You won't be able
to change your mind.

I just watched
someone's son
ruin his life

over the shame
of his father's acts.

I have a son myself.

I'd found out what
we'd done in '92.

Hamilton Stewart
had been the Director

of All-Atlantic's
European Operations
during the war.

He'd just read something
about a Jewish family

suing a Swiss bank
and its director.

He was afraid
something like that
could happen to us.

He wanted to know
what our liability was.

You mean, his liability.

Yes.

What did you tell him?

That both he
and the company had
considerable exposure.

If those policies could
ever be proven to exist.

Enter the book.

When Peter
got the subpoena,
he called Stewart.

Told him he was going
to turn the book over
to the Italians

unless he was paid
two million dollars.

Why not pay?

There's no way
to hide a payment
like that.

That's when
the decision was made
to obtain the book.

You mean, to steal it.

I was told to tell Peter
we had the money,

and that he should
bring the book
to my office.

Burton would be
waiting for him when
he came out of the bank.

Where's the book now?

Burton gave it to me
and I gave it
to Hamilton Stewart.

I know what I did
was a terrible thing.

Your day of reckoning
isn't today.

Put Stewart in jail.

At no time
did I ever order anyone

to participate
in a robbery,

nor did I ever try
to purchase any book.

And the testimony we heard
from Alan Bresler
that you did?

Complete fabrication.

So, you also deny
any effort by you
or your company

to prevent
Holocaust victims

from collecting
on their legitimate
insurance policies?

Of course I do.
Our hearts go out
to any victim of war.

But All-Atlantic is
a publicly traded company,

and as such
it has an obligation
to its shareholders.

I simply can't
turn it into a charity
when it suits us.

Thank you, sir.

Did your hearts
also go out to them

when your subsidiary
was selling them
life insurance,

knowing they had
no chance of
ever collecting?

That was never done.

Wasn't it?

In 1932,
Federali Insurance
was writing

about a million dollars
a year in life insurance.

By 1942,
that number increased
10 times over.

How do you suppose
that happened,
Mr. Stewart?

You're talking about
a long time ago.

Don't tell us
you've forgotten the details

that made your career
at All-Atlantic.

You were able to
sell those policies

because of the persecution
of Jewish families.
Isn't that what happened?

I didn't know anything
about that.

Didn't know?

You were
All-Atlantic's Director

for Eastern
European Operations
in 1938, weren't you?

Yes.
And Federali

and its salesmen
were reporting directly
to you, weren't they?

There were rumors,
that's all.

Unsubstantiated rumors.

The numbers don't lie,
Mr. Stewart.

Are you telling us that
you suspected nothing?

You make it sound like
we were the only ones.

We weren't.

American car companies,

banks,

airplane manufacturers.

We were all doing business
with Germany.

My God, our own
State Department

refused entry
to these people

based on the same
information we had.

It was just business.

Yes. Good business.

So good, you rewarded
Peter Grimaldi

with a job
at the parent company

the minute he stepped
off the boat, didn't you?

Peter had produced
for us in Europe.

Pretty risky proposition
for an insurance company

to sell life insurance
during wartime,
isn't it, Mr. Stewart?

I suppose.

Because war raises
the risk of death,
isn't that right?

Yes.

And death is certainly
not good business

for a life insurance
company, is it?

No.

But All-Atlantic couldn't
sell policies fast enough,
could it?

Because you knew the people
you were selling to

had no hope
of ever collecting.

No hope of ever presenting
a death certificate.

Objection.

Maybe they should
have brought

their parents' ashes
in a bag to you.

Mr. McCoy.

Millions of dollars
being made in the sale
of life insurance,

and yet,
after over 50 years,

not a single policy
ever paid.

What do you
suppose happened

to all those people,
Mr. Stewart?

I have no idea.

Don't tell us
you didn't know.

The fact of the matter is,
you counted on it.

The book for probation.

That's your proposition?

Did you know
that Federali

was originally founded
by a Jewish family?

They were doing it
to their own people.

Mr. McCoy,
that book can ease
a lot of financial pain.

I won't let your client
use his company's money

to pay his debt
to society.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a closing argument
to write.

What can I get
for the book?

Four to twelve.

And I want
a written agreement
waiving your right

to contest extradition
to Italy
if they want you there.

Turned out
to be the only
bargaining chip they had.

Insurance for
the insurance men.

Still, it's scary to think
that without that book,

they could have claimed
none of it was real.

It wasn't the book
that made it real.