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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.

So much
for Latin lovers.

Well, at least
he looked
like Andy Garcia.

I mean, the guy
falls asleep on them.

We should've gone
to Cabo with Lilly.

Well you wanted
to see South Beach.

Didn't that girl,
Leslie, go home?

Leslie?

Leslie?

Oh, my God!

Room's assigned
to Leslie Cavanaugh.

First year grad student.

She from around here?

Terre Haute, Indiana.

We've notified
her parents.

Seems awful quiet here.

Well, it's spring break.
A lot of the kids
are still away.

The two that found her
just got back to campus.

They know the victim?

They didn't
socialize with her.

They said she pretty
much kept to herself.

We've got them
at the security
office

if you want
to talk to them.

Anybody else spend
their vacation here
in the dorm?

Uh, a couple of grad
students from Taiwan
on the third floor.

We found them
in the computer center.
They'd been there all day.

Any security downstairs?

Not during the break.

Hey, Lennie.

Leslie Cavanaugh
made the dean's list
last semester.

Yeah.

Cause of death
was manual strangulation.

Killers thumbs
crushed her windpipe.

Sexual assault?

Anal and vaginal.
There's plenty
of semen.

DNA shouldn't
be a problem.

The girl
had facial abrasions,
a couple broken ribs,

dislocated shoulder.

She went through hell.

Well, one more thing,
she had breast implants.
Pretty sizable ones.

She hadn't healed
yet from the surgery.

They were brand
spanking new.

Didn't take her long
to catch somebody's eye.

We wanted her
to go to grad school,
at Indiana State.

They have a good
business program there.

She could have
lived at home.

When was the last time
you talked to your
daughter, Mr. Cavanaugh?

Uh...

About three weeks ago.

She called to say
that she couldn't come
home for spring break.

She wouldn't
have had to work

if she had gone
to a state college.

Did she ever mention
having any problems
with anybody at school?

No.

What about boyfriends?

She had one back home,

but as far as we know,
she concentrated
on her studies here.

She didn't have much
time for a social life
and she was very shy.

Did she tell you
she had just gotten
breast implants?

Implants?

Are you sure?

Was there anybody
at school that
she was close too?

She did mention
someone in her program...

Penny Rollins.

And you said
she was working.

At an investment bank,
part time...
Foster and Wallace?

Is that it?
Yeah.

She wanted to work
on Wall Street.

How's a young woman
working her way
through grad school,

afford breast implants?

She didn't get
the money
from her parents.

Was she seeing anyone?

Boyfriend in Terre Haute,
he hasn't taken any trips
lately.

Her parents say
she didn't have time
for a social life at school.

Well I get the feeling
this girl didn't keep
her parents up to date.

They mentioned a friend,
a girl named Penny Rollins.

She's been on
a camping trip
in Utah

the past two weeks.
She's flying back
tonight.

While we're waiting,
we'll go down
to Wall Street,

talk to the people
where Leslie Cavanaugh
worked.

You read my mind.

Leslie Cavanaugh.
Uh, young girl,
early 20s, a student.

Uh, bright, charming.

We uh, spoke
a week or so ago.

What'd you
speak about?

She was applying for
a summer internship.

We had the idea
she already had
a job here.

Detective,
Miss Cavanaugh is
a full-time student.

Our firm doesn't offer
part-time employment.

Even our full-time
positions are more
than full time.

Do you mind
if we get a look
at her application?

No, uh would you dig
that up for the detectives,
Paula?

Um, did something
happen to her?

She was murdered,
two nights ago.

That's awful.

Thank you.

Application's dated
Tuesday of last week.

Maybe her mother
misunderstood.

Fake boobs, fake job.
Our victim had another
side to her.

Leslie studied at least
30 hours during the week,
plus classes.

Sixteen hours
on the weekend.

Does everybody
in your program
work that hard?

Well, Leslie was
pretty ambitious.

She wanted to end up
at a good firm
when she got out of school.

Her parents told us
she paid her own way.

How'd she make ends meet?

Did you ever see
those ads?
"Dancers Wanted"?

She started stripping?

She made $200
on the first night.

Cash. No taxes.

That's more than
she made in a week
busing tables.

She said she would've
made more if she had
bigger breasts.

When did she
have the surgery?

A couple of weeks ago.

I think she started
to like it.

The attention, you know?

Where did she dance?

She never told me.

Whatcha got, Lou?

Hey, the, uh, M.E. sent
over Leslie Cavanaugh's
toxicology report.

Percodan.

Painkiller from
the implant surgery.

And MDMA.

Ecstasy.

All you're missing
on this girl is
the rock and roll.

I got the records
from her cell phone
company.

Aside from being
behind on her account,

she made a dozen
or so calls

to and from a couple
of strip clubs
in Long Beach.

Bare Necessities,
and a place called
Headlights.

Subtle.

Yeah and the last
call she made

was to headlights
the weekend before
she was killed.

Uh-huh,
keep your mind
on the job.

Sure.
Called herself Sybil.

Girl with the split
personality.

She dances here
a couple'a times
a month, weekends.

I hear she works
some of the other
clubs in town.

Uh, last time
I saw her was
three, four weeks ago.

She have any
regulars, you know,

guys who liked to tip big,
maybe expect a little extra
in return?

Not that I noticed.

What about friends?
Any of these girls
hang out with her?

Ask them.

We will.

So, Sybil,
how'd she do
on tips?

Couple'a 100 a night.

Considering what
she had to work with,
that is not bad.

And three,
or four weeks ago,

that was the last
time you talked to her?

She called Sunday.
Said she had made
some improvements.

She wanted to work
this weekend.

She never showed.

She happen to mention
how she paid
for these improvements?

I run a clean
operation here.

If I find a girl dating
the clientele,
she don't work again.

Your dancers wouldn't
happen to have
a favorite body shop?

Cavanaugh, Leslie.
Surgery performed
on the ninth,

follow up visit
the 13th...

Everything fine.
There was no fever,
mild pain, as expected.

How did she pay?

Cash up front.

How much?
Ten thousand dollars.

So, she gives you cash,
but what about
the hospital expenses?

It's outpatient surgery
performed here in my office.

The patient goes
home the same day.

Is that safe?

Well, we insist that
they be accompanied

by a family member
or a friend.

Who accompanied
Leslie Cavanaugh?

I really shouldn't
be telling you this.

Oh, sure you should, Doc,

there's no third
party privilege.

Uh, no, Leslie Cavanaugh's
friend was a patient of mine.

Actually, she referred
Ms. Cavanaugh.

If it'll make you
feel better,
we'll get a subpoena.

Elizabeth Torrino.

Got an address?

Leslie's dead?

Oh, God.

I didn't tell them.
I swear.

Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Tell who?

Two guys
with shaved heads.

They came here
looking for Leslie.

What did they
want with her?

They said she was
dealing drugs for them,

and she owed them money.

I told them
all I had was
her cell phone number.

You didn't know
where she lived?

No. They wouldn't
believe me.

They said if I didn't
tell them...

They kept hitting me.

They burned my fingers.

I would've told them
if I had known.

I would've
told them anything.

Lovely. I would congratulate
your witness on her memory,

but this pair'd be
pretty hard to forget.

Ms. Torrino give
you anything else?

They told her
Leslie Cavanaugh

ripped them off
in a drug deal.

The M.E. found ecstasy
in the dead girl's stomach.

Recreational use.
It doesn't mean
she was dealing.

Well, that explains
how she paid
for her implants.

Torrino couldn't tell
these guys where
Leslie Cavanaugh lived,

but they found
her anyway.

Get these
to our colleagues
out in Nassau County.

You want them
hand-delivered?

Look for them where
they must've looked
for her.

A lot of customers want
to know where the girls
live.

They want to send
flowers and candy.

They think
they're in love.

What do you tell them?

The girls have it
rough enough, without
having to worry about

some loser
sniffing around
their house at night.

Did a dancer named
Sybil ever cry
on your shoulder?

That girl?
She was pretty sharp.

I always thought
she could figure out

a better way to
make ends meet.

You think
she might have been
dealing drugs on the side?

Not out of the club.

But I guess
if you two
are asking,

she must be in some
kind of trouble, huh?

Not anymore.
She's dead.

Damn, man.

Uh, did either one
of these guys ever come
around asking about her?

This creep I know.

But he wasn't here
asking about the girls.

What
was he doing?

About a month or so ago,
the local Hitler Youth

was out here trying to
hose some Japanese guy
in the parking lot.

I had to break it up.

Local police
get involved?

The Japanese guy
just wanted to get
the hell away from here.

You got a name?
Nope.

Did you ever
see him again?
Uh-uh.

But the car
those skinheads
took off in,

had roof racks,
for a surfboard.

Had a dinosaur
logo on it.

I think the name
was, uh, T-rax.
Looked brand new.

Surf Nazis on ecstasy.

They oughta put that
in the local drive-in.

Thanks.

9'6'', Stewart Square-tail,

triple red wood stringer
with a concave nose.

His board.
Nose rider.
Great glass job.

Yeah, uh, actually,
I was hoping you
might know his name.

The rack on his car, T-rax.

The manufacturer
says this is
the only surf shop

on the island
that carries them.

I don't remember him
buying any racks from us.

Why don't you check
your receipts?

Okay.

Nothing here, Dude.

That rack didn't come
from Santa Monica, Dude.

Your boss don't know
you sold that rack,
does he?

What was it,
a private transaction?

I traded them
for some stuff.

That stuff come
in little pills?

Hey, we just need
to find this guy.

The pills
are your business.

Jay and his brother
live in some shack.

Where?

On the beach.

Don't tell them
I told you, okay?

Police! Open the door!

Nice chemistry set.

You boys cooking up
something for
the science fair?

Don't even look like me.

You don't think so?

Must be one of the other
three skinheads
on the island.

Maybe it's your
mother, Sambo.

Keep talking man.

The brothers
at Rikers Island are
gonna eat that up.

Last time I checked a map,
Rikers was in Jew York City.

We got witnesses say
you took a trip there
recently.

To Hudson University.

What?
I'm looking at colleges?

You were dealing "X."
Leslie Cavanaugh
owed you money.

Whatever.

She couldn't pay you
so you gave her
the night of her life.

Like I'd be sitting here
if you could prove anything.

We have the lab
you were setting up
in your beach shack.

A bunch of bottles
and a few hot plates.

Bias assault
in the strip club
parking lot.

No way that Jap's
gonna testify.

File the misdemeanor
drug charge if you want.

My client's not answering
any more questions.

Too bad. I was just
warming up to him.

We have
the witness you tortured

to find out where
Leslie Cavanaugh
lived.

Her word against ours, man.

Who do you think
the jury's
going to believe?

A professional lap dancer?

I can't wait to see
her rap sheet.

I'll put it head to head
with your dirt-bag client
any day.

Except his sheet doesn't
get admitted into evidence.

Time he goes to trial,
I'll have him in a suit
and an $80 haircut.

Let's see
how he does
in a line up.

Move down
to the end.

Face forward.
Put your numbers
over your chest.

Take your time.

I don't know.
They all look the same.

I'm sorry.
I don't see him.

Look again.

The lady doesn't
see him, Detective.

She couldn't ID
either of them.
We're done here.

Take 'em out.

All right let's go.
Keep movin. Out the door.

You can still hold
them on the drug lab.

Their equipment's
never been used.

Our lab couldn't
even find residue
on their set up.

Makes that a misdemeanor.

The brotherhood
will have these two

bailed out within an
hour of arraignment.

How about the assault
at the strip club?

No complaining witness.

I can buy you 48 hours.
After that,
if you can't make a case,

I gotta process 'em.

Can we go through
the evidence seized
at the shack?

Back in the '20s,
my grandfather brewed
gin in the bathtub.

Sold it door to door
in milk bottles.

Well, times change.

Inventory tracking software,
financial projections,
sophisticated set up.

Too sophisticated
for this bunch
of lowlifes

to make on their own.

Somebody else
was supplying
the brainpower.

Lennie,
those clubs
in Long Beach,

uh, Headlight's,
Star Shots,
Bare Necessities,

the database software
on this laptop

is registered to
Bare Enterprises,
Atlantic Avenue,

Long beach, New York.

Where your boys
reenacted, Iwo Jima.

You got an A.D.A.,
who can get us
a search warrant?

What the hell is this?

I tried to keep
them out, Mr. Polone,

but, uh, they
had a warrant.

I don't believe this.

Do you know a Jay Hurley,
or his brother, Brad?

Never heard of them.

What about
Leslie Cavanaugh?

Don't know her.

You sure about that?
I said so, didn't I?

Well, you want to explain
why your signatures on her
I-9 form?

Not without my lawyer.

Tell him to meet
you in New York.

27 precinct.

Mr. Polone has
nothing to say,

he'd like to get
back to his business.

Yeah, his drug business.

I don't sell drugs.

No, you let your
skinhead buddies
do it for you.

What evidence do you
have, he was involved
with any of this?

Software registered
in his name

was found on a computer
used by an ecstasy lab.

You can't even
connect him
to the drugs,

how are you going
to connect him
to the murder?

The victim was enjoying
one of his products
when she was murdered.

And the skinheads
who killed her
were seen at his club.

We pulled
your sheet, Andy.

A dozen arrests
for extortion, usury.

Forget about the five
years you caught
for aggravated assault.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

His friends raped
this woman.
They tortured her.

They strangled her
with their bare hands.

Once the pieces
fall into place,
it's capital murder.

So now's the time
to cut a deal.

Lady, you can put
your deal between
your knees and squeeze.

Well, that's that.
Your boss
is next door.

He's got quite
a story to tell.

What kinda story?

Don't say anything, Jay.

We're not
talking to you.

What? You geniuses
want your lawyers?

We don't need lawyers.
This is crap.

Fine! This is just
a courtesy call anyway.

Andy Polone rolled.

Gave us all
we need to put you
both on death row.

He said killing her
was our idea?

Shut the hell up, bitch.

Lennie, I think you should
take him to the bathroom.

And wash his mouth
out with soap.

Just keep your mouth
shut, little brother.

It was nice work,
muscling Polone

into financing
your drug deals.

He was a little unclear
on why you killed
Leslie Cavanaugh.

Polone said that
was our idea?

It doesn't matter much.

Your DNA
matches the semen

in the dead girl,
you're history.

Polone will probably be
out by the time they get
around to executing you.

Polone told Brad
to do the dancer.

We didn't even
know who she was.

You just tagged
along for the ride?

You think I'd do
something like that
on my own?

So I guess
you're in the clear
on the rape?

Yeah.

We found ecstasy
in the victim's blood.

Brad gave her that.

To spice up the party?

I guess.

I don't even know why
Polone wanted her dead.

All he said was "Do her."
He was paying the bills.

What do you mean?

Polone gave us 20 grand
to set up the "X" lab.

So you threw in
the murder for free.

Oh, the gang's all here.

This is a statement
signed by Jay Hurley

implicating you
in the murder.

Squeeze that
between your knees.

Andrew Polone
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Leslie Cavanaugh.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do or say
can and will be used
against you

in a court of law.

A strip club manager.
Two neo-Nazi thugs.

And the victim
is a dean's list
MBA candidate.

The drug business
makes strange
bed fellows.

And we got something
to corroborate
these skinheads?

A computer program
registered to Polone

was found on
the killer's laptop.

And he lied
to the police.

He said he didn't
know the victim.

I can't say
I'm overwhelmed.
What about a motive?

I'm working on it.

Polone's been
living high off
a couple of hogs.

Besides the 20,000
he used to jump start
his drug business,

he spent 50,000
on a boat,

30,000 on a diamond watch,
all in the last month.

All that from managing
a strip club. Business,
must be booming.

There might be
another explanation.

A month ago,

Polone sold 1000 shares
of Millennial Technology.

He made $100,000 profit.

Luck?
I don't think so.

Polone made three trades
in the last four months.

Millennial Technology,
Fleer Pharmaceuticals,
and Fibercom Optics.

After tax profits
of over $200,000.

Somebody knew what
they were doing.

Leslie Cavanaugh,
our MBA wiz?

I'm gonna find out.

Each of the companies
Mr. Polone traded in
were acquired

a few weeks
after he bought in.

Now this didn't
raise a red flag?

It did. In due time,
we would've
picked it up.

According to volume history,

those acquisitions
weren't anticipated
by the market.

Well, they were
by Polone.

He seems to have
had information
no one else had.

Did an investor
named Leslie Cavanaugh
buy any of those stocks?

No Leslie Cavanaugh,

but this Polone wasn't
the only small investor

to hit the same
three home runs.

Just because I made
a bit of money
on those companies

means I did
something wrong?

Millennial Technology,
Fleer Pharmaceuticals,
Fibercom,

why those stocks
in particular?

CNBC, the financial
news network.

Stay home, tune in
and trade online.

Nobody tipped you?

It's all about
doing your homework.

You want a stock tip?

P/E ratio's ancient history,
you gotta go with the glitz.

Well, I'll keep
that in mind.

Do you know a man
named Andrew Polone?

No.

How about
Leslie Cavanaugh?

Are these the people
you're investigating?

You and Mr. Polone
made nearly identical
investments

only days apart.

We must watch
the same market
reports.

I think I've told you
everything I know.

Without an authorization
from Miss Alston,

I can't show you her books.

You have the federal
and state governments
here,

breathing down
your neck.

How long do you think
it'll take
to get a seizure order

for every piece of paper
and hardware in this office?

So, you're
threatening me?

The S.E.C. doesn't make
threats, Mr. Berry.

There are those
who cooperate,
and those who don't.

And we have
very long memories.

You people have no shame.

Wendy Alston.

Okay, let's see
what we have here.

Here's an entry
for the Fibercom Optics
trade.

She netted $42,000.

Tax on that isn't
due 'til next April.

What are these
credits marked
"gifts"?

There're about 20 of them.

I have no idea.

Wendy gives me
her deposit slips,

I don't ask
a lot of questions.

There are
a number of items
from Derma Enterprises.

Some bio tech outfit?

Not exactly.

Titania is
our number one
box cover girl.

Forest Hump sold
40,000 units last year.

How did Wendy Alston's
movies sell?

Who?

Oh, that's Eva Moreau.

She used to be
pretty big.

Uh, I never knew
her real name.

Used to be big?

Six months ago
she quit the business.

We offered to
double Eva's fee,

but unfortunately
she said she's retired.

I share your loss.

You think it's easy
cultivating a porn star?

It takes years.

Do you mind if I take
a look at some
of her videos?

American Booty,
her swan song.
My personal favorite.

A couple of these
were produced
by Andrew Polone.

Yeah, he runs
a strip club
in Long Beach.

I know.

When were these
movies shot?

'95 and '96.

Other than the videos
you turned up,

nothing in Polone's office
ties him to Wendy Alston.

As far as we can see,
she's a retired porn star
living off her investments.

God bless America.

You know,
I don't underestimate
the porn industry,

but there's no way
she made it all
on blue movies.

Beside her investments,
she got over $60,000

in unidentified gifts
in the past year.

A movie she made
four years ago
with Polone

doesn't explain their
stock trading scheme.

And we can't put
Leslie Cavanaugh
anywhere near it.

If these people
constructed
a Chinese wall,

it's a damn good one.

Here's something
in Polone's
pocket calendar,

the initials E.M.

Eva Moreau.

5-5-5-0-1-9-9.

The number's assigned
to someone named
Albert Tully.

Tully.
Tully, Tully.

If Wendy Alston
answers, catch me.

Yes?
Miss Tully?

I'm Patricia Harris.
Tully was
my maiden name.

And you are?

We're Detectives
Green and Briscoe.

Yes?

Do you know a woman
named Wendy Alston?

Doesn't sound familiar.

How about Eva Moreau?

No. Why?

Ms. Alston gave
the phone number

to this apartment
to a business
acquaintance.

Perhaps someone
from my husband's
firm.

James, do you know
someone named
Wendy Alston?

Who wants to know?

James Harris,

you talked to
Leslie Cavanaugh
about an internship

a few days before
she was murdered.

Murder? Jim,
what's going on?

Mr. Harris,
why don't we take
a ride downtown.

There's a few things
we need to clear up.

I'm not going downtown.

Don't make
a scene, sir.

Don't you need
some kind of warrant?

That's not exactly
true, Mr. Harris.

Why are they
doing this to you?

Would you
leave now please?

James Harris,
you are under arrest.

Jim?

Call the lawyers, Patricia.

"Indictment number,
2-3-8-2,

"People v. Polone, Alston,
Harris, Hurley and Hurley."

That's no law firm
I've ever seen before.

Murder in
the first degree.

Polone and
the Hurley brothers

have already
been arraigned,
Your Honor.

They're here
for consolidation.

Consolidation is granted.

Let's have pleas
from the other
defendants.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Judge, I protest
my client's inclusion
with these, riffraff.

Mr. Harris is
an established
member of the community

and a successful
businessman...

Who masterminded
a murder to conceal

an insider
stock trading scam.

That's pure
speculation, Judge.

Mr. Harris's firm underwrote
every acquisition and merger

the defendants
reaped windfalls on.

And the night doorman
at his in-law's apartment,

said Ms. Alston
paid several
night visits there.

Seems to me that
your client is already

quite intimate
with this riffraff,
Mr. Weaver.

If you have sound
legal reason,

make a motion to sever
your client's trial.

Bail is set
for $1,000,000
for Alston and Harris.

Next case.

"Docket number
7-2-6-5, People vs..."

See if I'm caught up.

We got the business
student, the bigots,
the bar owner.

The banker
and the bimbo.

This a John le Carre novel?

Harris gave the insider
tip to Wendy Alston
the porno star.

She passed it
on to Polone,

who used his profits
to bankroll
his drug operation.

And Leslie Cavanaugh?

She might've stumbled
across the whole mess.

More likely
fell into it.

We'll find out.

We have a meeting
with Harris and his
lawyer this afternoon.

Give 'em holy heck.

What do we have to do
to get out from under
this, Mr. McCoy?

Convince me Mr. Harris
had nothing to do with
Leslie Cavanaugh's murder.

Wendy Alston and I
had an affair.

This is
so embarrassing,

I can barely
get the words out.

We used my late
mother-in-law's
apartment.

It was stupid of me,

but the rest, Mr. McCoy,
you've got to believe me,

I had nothing to do
with what happened
to that poor girl.

Then what was she
doing in your office?

She came to tell me
she'd found out
about the stock information,

Wendy had passed
along to Polone.

Did she say how she knew?

Ms. Cavanaugh told me
there was insider
information

leaking from my firm.

She said she
wanted a job,

or she'd go to the S.E.C.

So you offered her
a summer position
to shut her up?

Please, you have to
understand my position,

any kind of
investigation tarnishes
the firm's reputation.

I wanted to keep
it under wraps

'til I had a chance
to ask Wendy about it.

And a few days later
Leslie Cavanaugh
was dead.

If I was
going to kill her,

why would I file
her job application

and leave a paper
trail a mile wide?

It was all Polone.
Wendy had nothing
to do with it.

That's a nice
story, Mr. Harris.

I'll have to give
it some thought.

Please, Mr. McCoy.
I've already humiliated
my wife,

and my partners with this.

If there's anything
you can do...

McCoy.

We'll be right there.

Guess who else
dropped by to play
Queen for a day?

Jimmy Harris and I
had been seeing each
other for about a year.

When men find out
what I do for a living,

they're usually pretty
judgmental, you know?

But Jimmy, he...
He never looked
down on me.

How enlightened.

You plied him with sex
for inside information
on the stock market.

It wasn't like that.

Jimmy just told me
what stocks to buy.

She passed on what
she learned
to her friend Polone,

all in perfect innocence.

And she knew it was
illegal to trade
on that information.

How did Leslie Cavanaugh
find out?

Polone told me she must've
seen the trade confirmations
on his desk.

She figured out that
Jimmy Harris's firm
handled all the deals.

So when
Polone found out,
he had her killed?

Polone's an animal.

When I told him
that Leslie had gone to
Jimmy about the stocks,

he hit the roof.

He said that he would
take care of that bitch

before she ruined
everything.

And Harris knew
nothing about it?

No.

Okay.

Matching stories.

Let's find out
if we believe them.

The first time
I found out Jim was
seeing another woman,

it almost destroyed me.

I told him,
children have impulses,

when you grow up,
you learn
to control them.

He swore he'd
clean up his act.

Like an idiot,
I believed him.

How many other women
has he been with?

Let's see, three,
that I know of.

What can I say?
He's not the man
I thought he was.

Why did you stay
with him all this time?

This is hard for me
to say, Ms. Carmichael,

I couldn't satisfy
Jim's needs.

Are you sure
his relationship
with Wendy Alston

was just about sex?

Why do you say that?

The gifts he gave her,
the stock tips.

She was a high-priced whore.

Did he ever behave
violently with you?

It's not his style.

He's all about rules
and order in this world.

Jim sits in our living room
in his jacket and tie.

He ever let
his guard down?

Maybe with
Vincent Steinberg,
his partner.

Jim's got problems,
but he had nothing to do
with that woman's death.

Partner's intuition?

Try to understand.

The guy manages
80 people at work,

head of his fraternity
at Dartmouth,
honor society...

It's a long way
to a porn star.

Tell me about it.

Just before Labor Day,
I get a call from Jim.

He ran out of gas
on the L.I.E.

He can't call a cab,
he doesn't have any money.

Now how can you not
have any money?

He'd been
with Wendy Alston?

I think so.

To this day,
I think she's the one
who took his wallet.

Was he angry about it?
Did he ever confront her?

Are you kidding?
He was obsessed
with her.

Sometimes we'd be
sitting in a meeting

and you could see
he was preoccupied.

I don't know how he held
it together for so long.

Well did you ever try
to get him some help?

Sure. I told him
he was risking
everything for this girl.

He had to let go.

He'd stop seeing her
for a month or two.

But he couldn't stay away.

He'd park across the street
from her building,
and stare at her apartment.

He couldn't
control himself.

Mr. Harris might have
passed inside information
to Ms. Alston.

I should have
seen that coming.

It was only a matter
of time before this thing
embarrassed the firm.

Did he ever express
any concern
about the S.E.C.?

Ever do anything that
might be construed
as covering his tracks?

You'd have to ask his
secretary about that.

Ms. Cavanaugh was
a very presentable
young woman.

When I read in the papers
that she had worked
in one of those places,

you never know,
do you?

Were you present
when she spoke
to Mr. Harris?

Um, I was at my desk,
outside his office.

After she came in,
did he do anything
different in the office,

paperwork to the S.E.C.,
anything like that?

Well, he had me file
the girl's application

for an internship
the next morning.

Did you know about
Mr. Harris's relationship
with Wendy Alston?

Not exactly.
I overheard him on
the phone sometimes.

He wasn't talking
to his wife.

Did he ever discuss
Leslie Cavanaugh?

Well, about a week
after Leslie Cavanaugh
came in,

Mr. Harris got a call
as he was
leaving the office.

From Wendy Alston?

I don't know,
she would always call
on his private line.

Mr. Harris had me
bring him Ms. Cavanaugh's
application.

I heard him read off
her address
and phone number.

Do you remember the day,
it's very important?

It was a few days before
I heard about the murder.

The next morning,
Mr. Harris told me to
go down to personnel

and fast track
her application.

Polone's skinheads
couldn't find her,
so Wendy Alston did.

Harris signed
Leslie Cavanaugh's
death warrant.

So why'd he fast track
her application?

To give himself
deniability.

Everything points
to Harris being
a first class pig,

not someone who
resorts to violence.

My money's on Polone.
He's got the pedigree.

Any way to connect them?

Well, as far as I can tell,
Harris never even knew
about Polone.

Wendy was passing him
stock tips on her own.

Funny how he never
mentioned giving
Cavanaugh's address to her.

Well, if we have to cut
a deal with somebody,

Harris is the best
of the bunch.

Without him, we can't
establish a motive
for Polone or Alston.

Get him in here.

It's my fault Jim
didn't mention
Wendy's phone call.

We're listening,
Mr. Weaver.

But even though
there was an
innocent explanation,

I thought it better
to leave it unsaid.

You play
games with us,

you make it hard
to trust you,
or your client.

Well, then take it
out on me, not him.

After Leslie Cavanaugh
came to see me,
I was furious.

I called Wendy
to find out how
this grad student

knew all about
the tips I gave her.

Wendy called back,
said she'd talk
to Leslie about it,

so I gave her the address.

I didn't know she was
connected to a mobster.

Maybe you should
have entertained
the possibility.

Please, Mr. McCoy...

I'm trying Alston
and Polone
for first degree murder.

You testify against them,
we give you immunity for it.

Jim?

All right.

As for the
securities violations,

you're on your own
with the Feds.

I met Wendy
at the firm outing,

one of those
booze cruises
around Manhattan.

She gave me
her phone number.

She made it clear
she didn't care
if I was married.

When did you find out
what Wendy did
for a living?

The first time I went
to her apartment.

She put in
one of her tapes.

How did that make
you feel, Mr. Harris?

To be honest...

Excited.

I mean, here I was
sitting next to someone
who looked like that.

It's hard to explain.

And she was attracted
to someone like me.

It sounds ridiculous now,
but I felt like a lucky man.

How did your relationship
with Ms. Alston progress
from that point?

We started seeing
more of each other.

Wendy was...

An incredible lover.

Not like anyone
I'd ever met.

But, pretty soon,
she wanted money.

At first it was no problem,
but when I tried
to pull the reins in,

she threatened to
find somebody else.

Then she started
asking for stock tips.

You gave her
insider information?

Yes. I couldn't
say no to her.

Did there come a time,
when Ms. Alston called
you

for Leslie Cavanaugh's
address?

I remember I was late
for a business dinner.

Wendy called a little
after 7:00
on my private line.

Did she say why
she wanted it?

Now, Ms. Cavanaugh
had been to my office
to warn me

about the stock tips
leaking out.
I was shocked.

I couldn't believe
Wendy had breached
our confidence.

What did she say
about the address,
Mr. Harris?

Now you have to understand,
this jeopardized my firm,

everything I had
worked for.

Wendy said she wanted
to go see this girl,

find out how much
she knew.

So you gave it to her?

I'm so sorry.
I was such an idiot.

I didn't realize
what would happen.

When Ms. Alston
asked for
Ms. Cavanaugh's address,

you believed
it was just to
talk to the girl?

Yes.

Did you have any
firsthand knowledge

that would
change your belief?

No.

So it was
your understanding,

Ms. Alston had no idea
what Mr. Polone planned
to do?

Correct.

Nor did you, certainly?

No.

You gave Ms. Alston
several cash gifts
over the years,

$60,000 in all. Why?

Because I...

I was in love with her.

How do you feel
about her now?

The same way.

But you're testifying
against her?

Yes.

You realize,
if she's convicted,

she'll go to jail
for life?

Come on, Mr. Harris.

I realize that.

Four weeks ago,
you withdrew $75,000

from an offshore account.

Another gift
for Ms. Alston?

Will Your Honor please
direct the witness
to answer the question.

Mr. Harris, we're waiting.

May I have a moment
with my lawyer?

Your Honor...
Come up, Mr. Weaver.

I refuse to answer.

On what basis?

On the grounds
I may incriminate
myself.

Defense moves
for mistrial.

People request
a brief recess,
Judge.

You have five minutes
to straighten
your witness out Mr. McCoy.

And then I want
to see counsel
in chambers.

This isn't about
the Fifth Amendment,
is it?

I'm sorry.

You're using the money
as a ploy to protect
your girlfriend.

You sanbagged us.

Let's not jump
to any conclusions,
Mr. McCoy.

Then he's going to
march back in there
and answer the question.

No, I'm not.

The People are
prepared to continue.

Strike Mr. Harris'
testimony,

we'll put on
the rest of our case.

Without Harris'
direct testimony,
there is no case.

We need a few days.

I'm not delaying
the trial, Mr. McCoy.
I'm granting a mistrial.

The witness engineered
this, Judge.

Your witness, Mr. McCoy.

Jeopardy has attached.
We move to dismiss.

She's right.

You picked a jury,
you opened your case.

I'm dismissing
the indictment
with prejudice.

Double crossed
by your own witness.

He's still in love
with Wendy Alston.

Well, let's just forget
about Harris
for the time being

and concentrate
on our case.

I'm going to re-file
against Alston and Polone.

Judge McNeil
ruled we can't.

Murder charges
are out,
not conspiracy.

You're going to indict
Alston and Polone...

For conspiracy to commit
a crime we can't prosecute?

Alston and Polone...
And James Harris.

Because he didn't
have the guts to
go through with it?

No.

But, Harris didn't
know they were
going to kill her.

Harris committed
the overt act.

I can only get
to the other two
through him.

Is this about Harris,
or the other two?

It's about all of them.

Harris is getting
what he deserves.

You're wasting
your time here,
Mr. Weaver.

The conspiracy
indictment stands.

Your client's
going to jail.

I wasn't involved
in any conspiracy.

You had your chance
to walk away from this.

You choked on it.

Now, what are you
offering now, Mr. McCoy?

A trial.

Please, don't
do this, Mr. McCoy.

I've had it with you,
Mr. Harris.

You're going to prison
with your girlfriend
and Andrew Polone.

But I didn't know!

I can make the case
that you did.

We'll let a jury
sort it out.

I am begging you.

I've ruined my life.
I'm a fool, all right...

But I couldn't
stop myself.

I couldn't send
Wendy to jail.

Don't punish me
for that, please.

You get the same deal
I'm offering Alston
and Polone.

Plus whatever
securities violations
the Feds can pile on.

In accordance
with the plea agreement
reached by the parties,

I'm sentencing
each of the defendants

to a term of 10-to-20
years of imprisonment.

Mr. Harris,

your bail is exonerated
and you are remanded

to the Department
of Corrections.

And Mr. Harris,
you of all people...

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

Well, the skinheads
finally copped out,
20-to-life.

Takes care
of the whole bunch.

A lot of lives
down the tubes.

All in the name
of love, Adam.