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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.

Is this the place?

You don't want to
go in there, honey.

Our biker bar is
on the next block.

I see what you mean.

Beautiful machines,
though.

You all right?

Oh, sweet Lord!
Hank, go call 911.

It happened in there.

Most of the customers split.

Those we could grab,
we're holding inside.

All right.
Keep them cozy.

What do you got?

Gone. Gut
looks like the alien
clawed its way out.

You want his wallet?

Meet Tommy Bell,
NYU student.

Well, I guess
he decided to see how
the other half lives.

It doesn't live very long.

How do you want
to split this up?

You want me to
work the street?

What're you going to do?
Listen for echoes?

No, come on,
let's go inside and see

who was too fat,
stupid or lazy to get away.

Another victim?

Passed out. Drunk.

We have two blood trails.

Big one to the front door,
some drops to the back.

So either the victim
took a stroll in two
directions at once,

or somebody else was
on the receiving
end of the weapon.

Yo, innkeeper,
tell me a story.

Missed it. I was
in the basement bringing
up a case of Jack.

Yeah? I don't see any case.

You see it now?

What about you?

I must've been
in the bathroom.

You want to see
what I was bringing up?

Oh! It rises!

And where were you
during the fight?

Been right here all night.

Well, I guess
you saw everything then?

I suppose.

But I got a short-term
memory problem ever
since I fell on my head.

So your memory will
come back if you
fell on it again?

I don't think so.

Hey, what do I got to do
to get another beer?

It's closing time.

Go ahead.
What're they going to do?

Call a cop?

You ever eat the worm
at the bottom of
the mescal bottle?

Name.

Last thing I remember,
I'm slurping that
pickled dirt sucker,

then like I'm dealing
with brain-bucket
Nazi headquarters.

What's your name?

They call me Mountain.

That's your name?
Mountain?

That's my last name.
First name's Rocky.

He learning?

He may get it figured out
by the time I retire.

He wanted to go
one-on-one with King Kong.

I think he thought
I had his back.

So did you get anything?

Anybody find
a murder weapon?

CSU's still at the scene,
but I've got
another witness for you.

Brought himself in,
and doesn't want to
be seen by these apes.

I just saw Catsand
then I was trying to find

this jazz club
listed in my Zagat's,
but I had to take a pee.

I'm from Lawrence, Kansas.

Really?
So what happened?

Well, I went into
the bar and I saw this boy,

the one who was
stabbed, but before,

and somebody was
yelling at him.

Well, what did the person
doing the yelling look like?

I kind of kept
my head down.

I went right
to the bathroom.

But when I came out,
the boy was bleeding,

his girlfriend
was screaming.

Whose girlfriend?

The one who was stabbed.

What did she look like?

She was short, pretty,
her hair was in braids,

yelling her head off.

Did you get anything?Amnesia victims with
blood on their boots.

Well, we'll hold
the ones we can.

There've got to be some
with outstanding warrants.

Van Buren. Where is he?

I'm Louis Bell,
Tommy's father.

Is it one of them?

I asked him to wait.

It's okay.

We're just beginning
our investigation,
Mr. Bell.

I'm very sorry
about your son.

I've been to the morgue.
I saw his body.

You ought to go home now.

We'll call you tomorrow
if we have anything...

I don't want to go home.

Isn't there anything
that I can do to help?

Mr. Bell, did your son
have a girlfriend?

Short, hair in braids?

She's involved?

Well, who would
"she" be, sir?

Caridad Montero.

Trash.

My son was at NYU.

Why he was
fooling around with...

Is she pretty?

I'm sure my son thought so.

Yeah, I was with
Tommy last night.

I was going to call you,
but I didn't know anything.

I didn't see anything.

That's all right.
Just tell us what you can.

What'd you and
Tommy do last night?

He came by here.

We were going to
go to a club, but he
wanted go to that bar

to meet somebody
about buying a motorcycle.

What'd you do
when you got there?

Tommy went to the bar.

I went to the ladies' room
and when I came out,

all these people
were shouting and Tommy
was hurt bad,

and I was scared,
so I just ran home
after Tommy was...

You missed
the whole thing?

You didn't hear an argument?
You didn't see a fight?

I told you, I was
in the ladies' room.

And where is the ladies' room
in that club, Ms. Montero?

Past the pool table,
along the wall
with the hubcaps.

Sounds like you know
the place pretty well.

You recognize
anybody in there?

No.

Tommy was the one
who wanted to go there.

He was a college student,
but he liked to be
like a low person.

From what we hear,
maybe you helped him
out in that department.

From who?
Tommy's father?

I'm a Puerto Rican
slut, right?

Una bandolera,right?

Take it easy,
take it easy,
all right?

He's just a little
upset right now.Yeah.

Ruining his pretty
boy from Park Avenue.

The man's a pig
and a racist.

Whatever. Look, we just
want to know what
happened, that's all.

I left my Berlitz
dictionary in my other suit.

She just said again
that she didn't see.

A girl in a place like that,
she was scared.

She probably didn't
want to see.

Hey, if she can
lie in one language,
she can lie in two.

Oh, what,
she's lying now?

Because a man
like Louis Bell
doesn't like her?

Oh, she isn't? Just
because you and she
parleyed espanol?

The blood trail
to the front door
was your victim's.

The other trail
is an unknown.

Proving once again
that you can't be

in two places
at the same time.

Well, with something
like this in your belly,
you can't be anywhere at all.

It was in a trash can
about a block away
from the bar.

No prints.

What is it?

It's an oil can opener,

from when oil came in cans.

Yeah. With the guard
cut off.

What? Somebody carried
that as a weapon?

It's also a beer tool.

Stick the point
in the top of the can,
pour it down.

It's great for chugging.

You ever hear
of a beer bong?

A what?

The guys in my college
dorm used to punch a hole

in the bottom of the can,

pop the top,
shoot it down.

Well, in my college dorm,

which was
a place called Shorty's
on Second Avenue,

we used to lower
a shot glass into a pint
and swallow.

Called it a depth charge.

Well, that sounds
pretty good, too.

Maybe we ought to
try it sometime, huh?

I mean...

Never mind.

Sorry.

Sorry about what?

Nothing.

You checked me out.

Come on.

You checked me out!

Yeah. When I got
assigned to you,
I checked you out.

It was the
logical thing to do.

Well, as long
as it was logical.

What'd you find out
about me?

You were a good cop,
then you fell into a bottle.

You climbed out again,
but the jury is still out.

I see they don't teach tact
at the academy anymore.

Must've replaced it
with multicultural studies.

Well, I think we ought
to start to try to find out

who Tommy Bell was
meeting last night.

Unless you'd rather
continue investigating me.

All I knew is he was
going to Caridad's.

Two phones? What?

Roommates get
an extra line nowadays?

Three. Tommy had
one for his modem.

You mind if I
play around with it?

I'm sure Tommy doesn't.

Did Tommy get
any calls yesterday?

Have any visitors?

Just from his dad
for their monthly brawl.

Brawl? What about?

Tommy's lack of direction.

Tommy's waste
of his talents.

Tommy's poor
choice of friends,
me included.

And Caridad?

"That Puerto Rican slut,"

Mr. Bell's
number one topic.

Mr. Bell wanted Tommy
to marry Suzy Creamcheese

and move to the suburbs.

But Tommy preferred
the urban lifestyle?

Said he was
serious this time.

Either he dumped
Caridad and flew straight,
or that was it.

No more money, no school,
get a job, the whole deal.

And?

Tommy said no way.

Oh, yes, makes
a father's heart proud.

Hey.

Here's a list of
motorcycles for sale.

Looks like a print-out
from an online download.
Hold on a second.

Yeah, okay.
He's got a biker BBS

in his telecom
address book here.

Electronic want ads,
chat groups.

Something called
"The New York Slimes,

"your weekly review
of outlaw action."

"Last weekend some
guy named Stiletto

"threw a garbage can
through a cop car
window in Port Jefferson.

"Then he and his buddies
crotch-rocketed
down the center line."

We need all that?

Tommy thoughtfully
printed out the ads
for us right here.

No, he didn't print this.

E-mail. 5:00 p.m., yesterday.

"See you at
Strokers at 10:00,
I'll bring my bike. Axel."

Axel. Oh, Axel's
phone number's right
here on the ad.

They call me a rubber,
"rich, urban biker."

I've been riding Harleys

since some of these outlaws
were on tricycles.

How long you been
using the name "Axel"?

Since I was born.

It's been in my
mother's family
for generations.

You made a date
to meet Thomas Bell
at Strokers, right?

Yeah, I was letting go
of my '75 Sportster.

Fifty-five hundred,
if you're Interested?

Mr. Bell was.

So what happened?

He never saw it.

He wasn't there by 10:30,
so I left for a midnight
supper, post-opera,

with some friends
from Virginia.

I was supposed to
go to the opera, too,

but how many times
can you see Tristan?

Yeah, I'm waiting
for the movie to
come out, myself.

So you left at 10:30
for a midnight date?

That must be
a pretty slow Sportster.

Hardly, I would
have waited longer,

but the mood at Strokers
turned unpleasant.

A couple of Yankee
Rebels showed up.

The biker gang?

I believe they
call it a club.

Anyway, they were
drinking heavily
and getting pretty frisky.

Early withdrawal
seemed prudent.

You think there's
a secret knock?

Yeah. Hard.

Well, Mr. Mountain.
Eat any worms lately?

You got the wrong address.

Yankee Rebels, right?

Yeah, and I'm
sergeant-at-arms.

Oh! Fellow officer.
How nice.

What's this? Father-son day
at the Wonder Bread factory?

They're cops, Igor.

That's cute.

We were just wondering
which of you fellows

might've been at
Strokers last night.

I stayed home to
watch the Ice Capades.

How about you?

I don't talk to spics
unless I'm drunk.

Go ahead, I'm buying.

I'll have a double bourbon
with a beer chaser.

All right,
now take it slow.

Nice and slow. Rey.

Rey!

And what the hell
was that about?

I thought it
was appropriate.

For what? D-day?

They pay us both to
use our best judgment,
that's what I did.

Yeah? Well,
your judgment is
a little limited

by the fact that you've
been on the street
about 15 minutes.

Yeah, well, I know you
don't get any respect
unless you kick a little ass.

I would've respected
the hell out of them

if they'd have
kicked our asses,
which they almost did.

What? You think
you talk your way
out of every jam?

Hey, hey, hey!
There wasn't any jam

until he called you a spic
and you pulled your gun.

My goal, no jams.

Now what?
You drafting a complaint

to the
Anti-Defamation League?

Cellular modem. Remember
that review of outlaw
action on the BBS?

Yeah.Maybe whoever writes it

has had time
to write about
last night's action.

Ah.

"Another non-boring
evening at Strokers,
boys and girls,

"when a wannabe got
in front of more torque
than he could handle."

Yada yada yada.

"And Dadi found out

"she should have
stayed in her ex-old
man's bitch seat.

"She had to
dive for cover

"when the opener
juiced her new
cager squeeze."

Who's Dadi?
The kid's father?

D-A-D-I. That's "Dadi."
It's a nickname for Caridad.

Oh, the one who
spent the evening
in the ladies' room.

I told you,
I don't know these people.

Oh, yeah?

Then how come they
all know you, Dadi?

Don't even try.
You want to get locked up?

'Cause I'm ready
to do that!

Good. Then I'd be safe.

If I know these men,
if they know me,

what do you think
is going to happen
if I tell?

What's going to happen
is we're going
to arrest the guys

who killed your boyfriend.

Is that before or
after they kill me?

We can protect you.

Look, what
about Tommy? Huh?

Don't you feel
anything for him?

Don't you want
to get the people
that did this to him?

He's a nice boy.

I was thinking
of maybe spending

the summer with him,
not eternity.

She's scared,
and she is not
very sentimental.

I can work on her.

I'm sure.

This "New York Slimes" thing,

"Dadi should have
stayed in her ex-old
man's bitch seat."

Yeah, that's the
passenger seat
on a motorcycle.

Thank you.

Maybe her "ex-old
man" got jealous

when she walked
into Strokers with
someone else.

She tell you who he is?

No. She's not in
a real talkative mood.

Well, you want to find
out who a girl dated,
you ask other girls.

I think Curtis
can handle this one.

Hello, ladies.

Hola.

I'm Detective Curtis.

"Reynaldo."
Is this real?

Doesn't it look real?

Listen, you mind
if I ask you
a couple of questions?

Do you know a girl
named Caridad Montero?

She lives right up there.

Well, we see her.

Be careful, Rosa,
he's a policeman.

You wouldn't dare
arrest a girl like me,
would you?

Depends on what
you're carrying.

Caridad, what's
she carrying?

I need to talk to the biker
she used to go out with.

Well, you're gonna do
a seance or something,

'cause that poor
boy was killed.

No, not him.
The one before that.

He was thin.

Yeah.He had a scar
on his face.

Yeah.He wore one
of those jackets.

What'd it say on it?

"Leather fools?"Yeah.

I don't know.
It had flags on it.

Yeah, Caridad, she'd
wear that jacket, too.

You know, like, she was
showing off or something.
Like we cared.

With two flags?Mmm-hmm.

Do you remember his name?

Boris. Something like that.

Igor?

Yeah.Igor.

This is crap, man.

Well, you're going
to be swimming in it
for 20 or 30 years,

so you better get used to it.

What for? Hurt your
feelings when I called
you a spic?

And I don't need my
gun anymore, Igor.

I got you in my
clubhouse now.

Let me tell you,
you got some
pretty sorry members.

Oh, but you're going to love
the secret handshake.

You can clean that up
when I walk out of here.

It's part of your job,
isn't it?

Now pay
attention, Igor.

There were two
Yankee Rebels in that bar.

You are a Yankee Rebel
and you used to go
out with Caridad,

and Caridad's new
boyfriend winds up dead.

Oh, man.

You know,
it's funny

'cause you don't
look like the jealous
type to me.

Jealous? Over that bitch?
You got to be kidding.

You know, I bet
she made you
feel about that big

when she walked
on you, right?

She didn't walk,
I pushed her.

After I passed her around
to a few of the guys.

She pulled
the whole train, man.

After that,
we don't touch them.

We can't hold Igor.

We're still going
to need a witness.

Did Curtis try to
shoot him again?

RoboCop?

He's busy sending
electronic mail to
Mr. New York Slimes.

Thinks he can
draw him out.

What do you think?

Me? I used a computer
once, lost 27 straight
games of solitaire.

Sent. So what do
you want to do now?

How about talking to
somebody we can actually
look in the eye?

Fine.

I'll just freshen up.

He doesn't like me,
does he?

I told you,
I was in the basement.

Yeah, when
the kid was being killed.

How about before?

Then I wasn't
in the basement.

Very funny.
You know, I could have

the yellow tape
put back up outside

and close you down
for about a week.

Look, the kid stood there
and he had a beer.

Oh, yeah? Well,
who stood right here, then?

People were coming
and going.

A guy named Igor,
did he come or go?

He was around.

Well, how'd he react
when he saw

his ex-old lady walk in
with this college kid?

If he saw them,
I doubt he noticed.

Why is that?
Is he blind?

She's used goods.

The Rebels had a little
party with her one night,
and since then...

I did her myself once,
behind the bar, and Igor
didn't even look up.

Well, I guess we can shelve
the jealousy theory.

You think you're
going to find a new
one in there?

Maybe. E-mail from
Mr. New York Slimes.

And?You want to look
him in the eye?

He says he'll meet
tonight at his place.

He's got a great view.

He must
be a squatter.

Is that a rat?

Yes, it is.

This has got
to be the place.

This guy's
yanking our chains.

I'm sorry.

Let's track this
son of a bitch down

and see how he likes
our practical jokes.

I can find the guy
who runs the
electronic bulletin board.

I put an ad for
my shop on the net.

Next thing, I had
my own BBS.

It's good for business.

We're interested in the guy
who does the outlaw news.

Very popular.

Most of my
customers ride desks.

They love to read
about guys riding hogs
through nude beaches,

stuff like that.

Hey, I save all his uploads.

"Then we all went
out to hunt sluts
and score some brews."

Who sends these?

Beats me. The guy just
logs on once a week.

Calls himself
"the Phantom."

Well, he missed
two weeks in July.

Then came back
on with a story

about a bunch of
guys running wild
in Columbia County

until a guy called Stiletto
wrecked his bike in Ghent.

He got hauled
into a hospital.

Didn't he write
about Stiletto before?

Could be
they're close.

Could be
they're the same guy.

Right. Thank you.

Columbia County hospital.

Stiletto, a.k.a.
Milton Stillman,

was laid up for the
same two weeks the
Phantom didn't publish.

Well, did you get
an address?

No, he left a phony one
and dodged the bill.

But I got
something better.

His blood type
matches the trail

out the back door
at Strokers.

So he must've had
a front row seat
at the murder.

Or he's the murderer.

Could be.

At least our friend Milton's
a regular correspondent,
if anything.

"Hello, cop idiots.

"Did you think
I wouldn't know
who you were?

"How did you like
the apartment?"

This e-mail,
whatever the hell it is,

it's got to have
a return address,
right?

I've monitored
his log-ins to the BBS.

They're coming from
an internet provider
called NetFix.

Access times
match the account

of a podiatrist
in White Plains.

So the Phantom hacks
in and takes it over.

Use the local POP?

Mostly. Trap-and-trace
netted us a cloned
cell phone.

Transmitter?103rd and Broadway.

Yes! We got him!

We got who?The Phantom.

His modem's hooked
up to a cellular phone
with a stolen number.

And he's using it
within a mile of 103rd
and Broadway, right?

Oh, great.
Only two million
people live there.

Yeah. But we have
a cellscope and yagi.

A yagi?

It's a radio tuner
and directional antenna.

I'll get him chatting.

We can hone in on him.

It's simple triangulation.

Well, you get the yagi,
I'll get the donuts.

Keep going straight.

He says we're
"cyberspace morons."

We're getting warmer.

Say something moronic.
Keep him talking.

"Dear Phantom.
How does biker scum like you

"learn to operate
anything more complicated
than a kickstand?"

That ought to be
moronic enough.

Slow down.

He says,
"If cops want to play
with computers,

"they'd better just
stick with Ms. Pacman."

There, that building,
definitely.

Come here.

Go get him.

What's the crime here, McCoy?

Illegal use of
a cellular phone?

It's a felony.

Probation.
What's the big deal?

Actually, we're
thinking of charging
you with murder, Mr...

What should I call you?

Stiletto, the Phantom,
or Milton Stillman?

You can call him a cab home.

How do you make
Mr. Stillman a murderer?

His own words
on the biker BBS

put him on the scene
where Thomas Bell
was killed.

He's got a wound
in his back

from the same weapon
that killed Mr. Bell.

In the middle of my back,
in a spot I can't even reach.

I showed your doctor.

So you're saying
that he killed this kid,

and then he felt
so bad about it

that he tried
to commit suicide

by throwing an oil
can opener up in the air

and then lying down
so it'd hit him in his back?

Maybe there was a struggle.

Maybe Tom Bell
grabbed the weapon
and stabbed your client

before your client
grabbed it back
and killed him.

Or maybe whoever it was
that killed Mr. Bell

swung a little wide
and nicked my client, too.

Is that what happened,
Mr. Stillman?

Yeah.

If you were close
enough to be wounded,

you were close enough
to see the killer.

Who was it?

I don't have to
tell you a damn thing.

Fine. Then I'll hold you
as a material witness for
the grand jury.

You don't tell them
and you go to jail
for contempt.

Actually,
he doesn't have to tell

the grand jury
anything either.

And why is that?

Because he's the Phantom?

Because I'm a journalist
protecting my sources.

Thomas Bell's father
is going to the papers,
and I don't blame him.

You say we're stymied
because this Phantom
says he's a journalist?

He's arguing that
his contributions

to the electronic
bulletin board

qualify him as
a reporter under the
Journalist Shield Law.

That law only applies
to professional journalists.

This electronic
thingamajig pay him?

Only in the admiration
of his peers.

But he has sold
couple of articles
to Biker Mommasmagazine.

Who's hearing the motion?

Judge Conners.

Oh, good. I don't think
she subscribes.

And what is
your current position,
Dr. Farnsworth?

I'm the associate dean
of the Columbia Graduate
School of Journalism.

Have you had
a chance to look at
Mr. Stillman's postings

to the computer
bulletin board?

Yes, I have.

And in your expert opinion,
are they journalism?

Oh, yes.

Even though they don't appear
in a newspaper or a magazine

or on a television newscast?

No. The proper question is
not where they appeared,

but what function
they served.

People interested
in certain subjects
consult these reports.

Any inhibitions on
Mr. Stillman's
information gathering

limits the information
reaching his audience.

And that's what
the Press Shield Law
was designed to prevent.

Thank you, Doctor.

Dr. Farnsworth,
is this the current
catalog of courses

offered by the Graduate
School of Journalism?

Yes, it is.

Could you show me the
courses in writing for
computer bulletin boards?

I'm afraid there are
no such courses.

So it's journalism,
but your own institution

doesn't even
recognize it as such?

Well, no, it's new.

When television started,

print journalists
didn't think those reporters
were real reporters either.

So, many journalists
today would not

recognize Mr. Stillman
as a reporter?

Well, some would,
some wouldn't.

But you do?Mmm-hmm.

So those who don't
are wrong?

Objection.
Argumentative.

Sustained.

"Then we all went
out to hunt sluts
and score some brews."

Is that journalism,
Dr. Farnsworth?

Freedom of the press
is not reserved
for good journalists.

If we decide that
Mr. Stillman doesn't
deserve protection

because we don't
like what he writes,

well, then, we have
just taken the first step

onto a slippery slope
that leads to censorship.

You see who they're
calling tomorrow?

The assistant editor
of The New York Times.

To defend
"The New York Slimes"?

"Slippery slope," Claire.

Stillman could
even win this thing.

What about
the victim's girlfriend?

The cops say
she's afraid to talk.

You take a run at her.

At least she's not claiming
to be Connie Chung.

"Might even win this thing?"
Because of my cross?

You were great.
You made "hunting sluts"
sound like a capital crime.

I told the police,
Tommy was a nice kid,

but it's not like we're
in India or somewhere,

where I'm going to
jump into the grave
with him.

Well, if you testify
before a grand jury,
we can protect you.

Sure.
I live around the corner
from these people.

They kill you.

We can put you
up in a hotel.

What about my job?

You going to wipe
the floors for me, too?

We'll get you
some money.

Yeah! And then you're off
to the next bad guys,

and I'm back here,
unemployed,
with a target on my back.

Doesn't it bother you
that whoever killed Tommy

is out there
walking around free?

Are you not
listening, lady?

It bothers me
a hell of a lot more than
it'll ever bother you.

Don't give me that crap!

My son is murdered
in a room full of people,
and you've got nothing!

Mr. Bell is certainly
entitled to know
what you've found.

We're not keeping
anything from him.

You're not telling
me anything either.

If they're there,
send them in.

Mr. Bell,
Councilman Rabe,

Assistant District Attorneys
Jack McCoy, Claire Kincaid,

prosecuting your son's case.

What prosecution?

Status, Jack?

We believe we will
get Milton Stillman
before the grand jury.

That bastard has rights,
but my son doesn't.

What about that
girlfriend of his?

She's terrified.

Why don't you
terrify her more?

What are you people for?

Mr. Bell, rest assured,

the full resources
of this office will
be brought to bear.

They'd better be, Adam.

Did you just throw us
to the wolves because
his son was murdered,

or because he has brunch
with a city councilman?

Are you going to bring me
something or aren't you?

The girl is afraid.

Then make her unafraid.

Get her whatever she needs.

What about
your Phantom?

Final arguments tomorrow.
It's up in the air.

Well, bring it
down to Earth.

Get me a name.
Make an arrest.

I refer Your Honor
to In re: Dan,

which the court
may find at 363,

New York Sup 2nd, page 493.

Even if Mr. Stillman
is a journalist

entitled to
protect his sources,

he's still
obligated to testify

as to what he witnessed
with his own eyes.

And he's obligated
to do nothing if he
witnessed nothing.

The uncontroverted
evidence of his wound

is that his back was
turned to the incident.

Afterward, he spoke to people
that had been involved.

They told him
what had happened,

and at that point,
he was practicing
journalism.

But the Press Shield
Law only applies

if the people
interviewed know

they're talking
to a reporter.

In this case, they most
likely thought they were
talking to some guy

picking himself up
off the bar room floor
asking what happened.

They had no expectation
of confidentiality
and so no protection.

Okay, I've got your briefs.

You'll have
my ruling soon.

Jack,
the girlfriend went for
the full gift package.

She's changed her mind.

Good.

We appreciate this,
Ms. Montero.

Well, when you said hotel,
I was thinking of
something a little nicer.

We're limited
by our budget.

We know you're
making a sacrifice.

Well, it was time
for a change.

You can pay for me
to get to Miami?
And get set up?

It's arranged.

And nobody knows
where I am, right?

Not unless you told them.

We'd like to get
a statement from you now.

I know.

I'll tell you everything.

It was this guy I was
hanging with. Igor.

Yeah. The police
spoke to him.

His real name is Danny.

What happened?

I walked in with Tommy
and Igor didn't like it.

Well, he told the police
he wasn't jealous over you.

Is that what he said?

Well, maybe he was so drunk
he forgot he didn't care.

She told the police
she was in the bathroom.

She'll tell the grand
jury that she wasn't.

And the killer
turns out to be
her ex-boyfriend,

who dumped her by
passing her around
to his motorcycle friends.

"Dear John" letter
just doesn't suffice anymore.

Is that a problem?

It gives her
a motive to lie.

I'd be a lot happier
if we had a second witness.

Yeah, well, while you
were out baby-sitting,
the judge issued a ruling.

"Milton
'the Phantom' Stillman
does not have to testify

"about anything he
learned from sources.

"But he does have
to tell what he
witnessed personally."

He'll probably say
he had a bag over his head.

I'm not sure I'd
want to put him

in front of
the grand jury anyway.

He won't sign a waiver
of immunity, and he
doesn't have to.

And?

Without the waiver,
full immunity's automatic.

I don't know enough about
what happened in that bar.

Do you think
he killed that boy?

No.

Then you call him.

And you move this ahead.

Yeah, I was standing
at the bar, so were
a lot of people.

Like who?

Spaceman, Super Steve,
a guy named Ed.

What about Thomas Bell
and Caridad Montero?

They were there.

And Daniel Smith,
otherwise known as Igor?

Him, too.

Did he say anything
to Mr. Bell
or Ms Montero?.

He might have.

Let me remind you,
Mr. Stillman, you
answer these questions

or you will be
held in contempt.

Yeah. Igor said
something to the kid.

I didn't hear what he said.

Did Mr. Bell say
anything to Igor?

I couldn't hear.

Did you see
his lips move?

My view was blocked.

People were
standing around.

Around his face?

The collar of
his jacket was up.

Did Igor touch Mr. Bell?

Not that I saw.

Mr. Stillman,
did Igor kill Thomas Bell?

Nope.

If your view was blocked,
how can you be so sure?

Because I killed him.

I told you!
Igor did it!

You're sure you're
not bending the truth
a little, Caridad?

You don't believe me?

What am I doing here?

I messed up my whole life.

I can't go back home.

And all I got is
this crappy hotel room.

You got a new
life in exchange
for this testimony.

Well, isn't that fair?

Only if it's true.

Do you know
a biker named Stiletto?

That's what he calls himself.

The others call him Stinky.

Did you see him in
the bar that night?

Yeah, so?

He says he killed Tommy.

But he doesn't have the guts
to kill a cockroach.

And if he says he did it,
it's because Igor and
his friends made him.

He is just as
scared of them
as I am.

Fine. You're
testifying tomorrow.

The can opener thing
was on the bar.

Igor picked it up,
and stuck it in Tommy.

I saw him.

Then I ran out.
That's all I know.

Thank you, Ms. Montero.

I have no further
questions for this witness.

Yeah? Mr. Lang?

I have a question
for this witness.

She said she recognized
this guy, Igor,

because he was
her old boyfriend.

Did they part on
good terms or what?

As your legal advisor,
I instruct you the
question is immaterial,

and I decline to pose it.

Ms. Montero is
excused, and we'll
take a little break.

Mr. McCoy.JACK: Yes.

The reason I ask...

We're off the record
now, Mr. Lang.

That's fine with me.
It's just some of us

aren't so sure
about this Igor.

We're still thinking,
maybe it's the other one,
that one who confessed.

Okay. Thank you.

You think that
question was
a lucky guess?

They're kicking
all the tires.

A confession does
make an impression.

You want to take it to
a different grand jury?

No. I'd like this
grand jury to hear

a completely convincing
account of how
and why Igor did it.

Because that's
what I want to hear.

I think Caridad
is credible.

Then explain to me once
again what Igor's
motive was.

He wasn't jealous.

Stillman testified
he couldn't see Tommy's face

because his
jacket collar was up.

So Igor killed him
to get a better view?

There was no
jacket on the body.

The motive was robbery?

Well, people get murdered
for their sneakers.

Find out what kind of jacket
Tom Bell was wearing.

Then we'll look
in Igor's closet.

Sure, Tommy had
a motorcycle jacket.

Plus boots, chaps, helmet.

For someone
without a motorcycle,
he's pretty well-equipped.

That was Tommy.
Lifestyle was fashion.

What did his
jacket look like?

See for yourself.

This is his?

Yeah. His father
didn't want it,
so I inherited it.

He was wearing a jacket
when he walked into Strokers.

Not this one.
When he left here
that night,

he was wearing a T-shirt.

Where did he get
this one?

Uh, Cycledrama,
on Eighth Street.

You remember Tom Bell?

Good customer.

I love those college kids.

But he didn't buy
a jacket that night.

Are you sure?

I was closed.

Is there anywhere
else around here
he could have gotten one?

Not around here.

Go on, try this on.

Duralon thread
in the seams.

Anti-road rash padding
in the shoulders
and over the ribs.

Yeah. A friend of
mine rides a Yamaha.

Rice burner.

Quarter-mile in 15 flat.

You have anything
brighter than this?

I'm all out of the pink.

How about
something like that?

Club colors?
Unless you're
a member, miss,

you don't wear
something like that
if you want to stay healthy.

Well, this poor boy
was killed because

someone was trying
to steal a jacket?

No, Adam, because somebody
objected to its color scheme.

These gangs are
very proprietary.

Making the killer who?

Igor. He was
a hardcore Yankee Rebel.

Stillman was
just a hanger-on.

It's a motive.

Yeah, it's a motive.

If your victim was
wearing the jacket.

He stopped off at his
girlfriend's place before
he went to the bar.

And she used to go out
with a Yankee Rebel.

The neighborhood girls
said that she used to
wear Igor's jacket.

She could have kept it.

Was this boy
wearing the jacket
or wasn't he?

We'll find out.

We might've found
out already

if we didn't have to
keep popping in here
every hour to report.

You'll report here
whenever I tell you to.

So we assume that
he didn't know it was
dangerous to wear.

Did the girl know?

She must have.

She should have been
crazy about Tommy.

Not that she's shown it
by her subsequent actions.

Your son's roommate
told the police

you saw your son
on the day he died,

and tried to convince him
to break up with Caridad.

Convince him?
I offered to pay him.

Money?

He liked money.
It runs in the family.

I offered to give him
$10,000 for his birthday

if he just got his
damned act together.

Did that include
dropping Caridad?

And going to class
once in a while.

What'd he say?

I was a meddling old man.

He was Romeo and
that girl was Juliet.

Well, maybe he changed
his mind after you left,

and took your
checkbook with you.

He went to that bar
to buy a $5,000 motorcycle.

Could he afford it
without your gift?

No.

Maybe he thought
you'd give him
the money anyway.

Buy him a motorcycle?
He'd have to...

Oh, my God,
it was because of me.

He must have dumped
that little bitch.

I don't want to
get into details,
but Tommy and me,

we made each
other plenty happy.

Ms. Montero, don't you
think that we can find
witnesses to say

that you owned
a Yankee Rebel jacket?

That Tom Bell
wasn't wearing one

when he got to
your apartment?

That he was wearing
one when he left?

That you knew how
dangerous that was?

So, what if you could?

So, what?
I charge you with murder.

Hey, I didn't kill Tommy.

This is called
the penal law.

Section 125.25 defines murder
as reckless conduct

that creates
the risk of death
to another person

and causes the death
of that person.

That's what you did.

I told you Igor stabbed him.

You didn't believe me.

Now, we do, because
now we know why
Igor stabbed him.

It was because of you.

I want to call my lawyer.

So will Igor.

He'll want to tell his
side of the story first,

cut a deal and
nail you for murder.

It's not as if he loves
you or anything the way
he passed you around.

What if I tell first?

We're listening.

I knew what was going on.

Tommy liked shoving me
into his father's face,

until Daddy made
him pay for it.

Tommy didn't want
to be poor.

He just liked to play
poor and screw poor.

He told you about
his father's money?

Yeah. He was so stupid.

He said that he
had to meet this
guy at Strokers.

I told him let's spend
one last night together.

Old times' sake.

I told him he'd fit in better
if he wore the jacket.

And he went for it?

He loved it.

He thought it'd impress
the guy selling the bike.

Look, I didn't think
he'd get killed.

I thought he'd
maybe get beat up.
That's all.

But Igor was there,
he was drunk,

and some of the other
guys started ragging
him about Tommy,

saying, "Hey, who's
the new Yankee Rebel?

"Ooh, I'm scared.
You guys are tough."

And Igor said
he'd show them tough.

He picked up the opener
and shoved it into
Tommy's stomach.

Casual, like he was
passing him something.

What happened
to the jacket?

Igor took it.

He said there was
no way Tommy deserved
to be buried in it.

Look, I didn't mean
for this to happen.

You made it happen.

One boyfriend dead,
one going to jail.

Igor passed me
around like if I was a...

And Tommy traded me
in for a motorcycle.

How sorry am I
supposed to feel?
Hmm?

Didn't we already
dance this dance?

This time it's going
to be a long slow one.

Daniel "Igor" Smith,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Thomas Bell.

You have the right
to remain silent.

We indicted
Igor on murder two,
Stillman for perjury

and the girl pleaded
to reckless endangerment.

She sign
a waiver of immunity?

It was part of
our original deal,
fortunately.

Good. Night, Ben.

I did do a couple of
things right here, Adam.

You did, you did.
Doggone good.

Three felons,
three felonies.

Something for everybody.

Except the victim.