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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.

They gave her
a damn commercial.

Lingerie,
bathing suits, something.

It should've
been mouthwash.

A 60-buck hooker.

Next, she'll be
running for mayor.

Look at this.

You boys look like
you could party hardy.

Just taking a drive.

Well, I know what I'd like
to be driving. Little baby
wants to come out and play.

Little baby wants to know
how much.

Well, that all
depends on the game.

Three is company.
Four is a ball.

Well, mine is making me
all wet and sticky.

Yours is a cop, girl.

Hey, Malloy, ain't you
got nothing better to do
than screw with us?

It's good to see
you, too, Chi Chi.

I don't know, Malloy, man.

Maybe you've just
been at this
a little bit too long.

No. Good hours,
good people.

Good luck.

What the hell?

Hey, pull over to
the curb, will you?

No, back it up!
Back it up!
Come on, back it up!

Police! Don't move!

Raise your hands
and turn around slowly.

What the hell
are you doing, Luther?

She's sick.
I was trying to
revivitate her.

Yeah? Well, you were
wasting your breath.

I'll call it in.

Yeah, she was a regular.
Worked for the junk.

I busted her a couple
of times last year.

You get her name?

Gwyn George.
50 bucks a throw.

It's amazing they live
as long as they do.

What's amazing
to me is that they're
still in business at all.

Who's in charge here?

I guess
that would be me.

I heard it, you know.
Wham, wham, wham!

You remember
about what time?

The local news
just started, so it had
to be about 10:00.

I thought it was a truck
backfiring, but then
when I heard the sirens, I...

Get his vitals.

Luther here
found the body.

He was giving CPR.

The Hamlick.

You mean the Heimlich?

What's a Heim?

It's right around
the corner
from the ham.

That, too, then.

Was he carrying?

Everything he owns
in the world.

Nothing that would put
three holes in anyone.

I know the guy.
He's harmless.

All right, thanks.

What've we got here?

Three shots from
a .22, close range.

Any signs of rape?

We're talking about
a working girl here.

Hey, Rey.

Crack pipe.

I guess it would
hold 50 bucks' worth.

Of course,
I used to take the edge off
with a cigarette.

Hey, Lennie,
check this out.

Gotta be
a couple of grand.

Must've been
a busy night.

We figure she
finished up business,

ducked into the alley
to do some crack,
never knew what hit her.

You run down
the local dealers?

Waste of time.
She had $2,000 in her purse.

If it was a dealer,
there'd be nothing left.

Lovely lady.
Twenty-five years old.
Out on bail for possession.

Six arrests for prostitution,
two for public disturbance,

one for attempted
grand larceny.

What?
She tried to rob a bank?

She blackmailed
one of her johns.

Some ambassador
from the Mideast.

Two grand.
She might be at it again.

Well, don't you think her mark
would have shot her before
he gave her the money?

What else?

A meatball hero
from Little Tony's.

I missed breakfast.You know what?

Lion Kingis playing
at the Cineplex.

Maybe after your sandwich
you can catch
an afternoon show.

Come on, a junkie hooker?
I don't think
we need the cavalry.

I think what Lennie means is,
we don't have any witnesses,
we don't have any evidence.

What a relief. For a minute
there, I thought he didn't
give a damn.

Who posted bail?

Jalil Washington.

Well, it could be her pimp.
You want to get on it?

Police. We're looking
for Mr. Washington.

He's my husband.

Is he here?

He drives a truck.
I think he's in Oregon.

Did something happen?

Do you know a Gwyn George?

What did she do now?

Do you know her?

She's my daughter.

Can we come in?

The last 10 years every time
the phone rang,

I thought it would be
you people, but I figured
it would be the drugs.

She'd been hooked
a long time?

The last few years.

The only time we ever heard
from her was when
she needed bail.

Thank the Lord
her father didn't live
to see this.

Can you think of anybody
who might have
wanted to hurt her?

The life she leads...

I brought her up good,
you know.

Not now, Mitch.
Watch TV, okay?

Gwyn's.

She was 17
when he was born.

He thinks his mom
works down in Miami.

At least
she stays downtown.

Did she live downtown, too?

I still send her
birthday cards.

God, I thought
it'd be me.

Why? Someone threaten you?

She's got the big A.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Hey, it's the cost
of doing business.

Nina.

What? They're homicide.
They don't give a damn.

Hey, you got any idea
who Gwyn was seeing
last night?

Please. This business,
every meal's potluck.

Gwyn had $2,000
in her purse.

Damn.

Yeah, any idea
where she got it?

Two grand? That'd keep us
all floating on smoke,
you know what I'm saying?

Roscoe's going
to have a cow.

Roscoe?

He's Gwynie's dog.

I don't see a dog.

Yeah, well, he went out
for a walk, all right?

My guess,
Roscoe takes 90%.

And leaves two grand
in her purse?
I don't think so.

Hey, I think
he'd be as surprised
as we were.

Well, if he killed Gwyn,
why would they
be protecting him?

They don't, we'd find them
in an alley, too.

Come on.
He shouldn't be
too hard to find.

This guy's a regular
employment agency.

We talking
afternoon delight?

I'd be delighted
to throw you in jail.

Can't arrest
a girl for asking.

That's gotta be him.

Mr. Roscoe Squire?

Get out of here.

Look, I don't
know nothing.

That's too bad,
'cause there's 64 grand
riding on the question.

That supposed to be funny?
Look, I'm as clean
as a baby's butt.

So you don't know
anything about
Gwyn George?

No. Who's that?You know what, man?

Every minute of mine
you waste, there's another
count on the indictment.

Look, I'm just a charitable
guy, okay? I do favors for
young girls starting out.

Just like
Daddy Warbucks?

Yeah,
something like that.

But no mutts, though.
See, I'm allergic.

Yeah, well, so was Gwyn.
To lead.

Look, Roscoe,
we're just wondering
what happens

to one of your
young girls when she fails
to repay a favor.

Hold up. You think I had
something to do with
Gwynie's sudden demise?

Educated guess.

Now, why would
I make her dead?

Maybe she was holding out
on you. Maybe she wanted
to leave your employ.

Gwynie loved me, okay?

Now, you want to pinch
somebody's butt,
I'll tell you where to go.

The guy who owns
the deli on 47th Street.

He chased Gwynie
with a crowbar one day.

I'm here 27 years.
It was my old man's place.

Now I won't let my kid
come within 20 blocks
of this toilet.

That have anything to do
with the young ladies
peddling their wares?

Ladies?
Not on a great day.

I guess they must
hurt your business.

You find who killed
the slut, he gets
free beer for a month.

So that's a yes.

Let me give you
a what's what, okay?

There's a nice lady,
Mrs. Delaney.
She lives right over there.

She comes in every morning
for a paper
and a cup of coffee.

These junkie whores
try ripping off
her pocketbook,

only Mrs. Delaney
won't let go.

She gets dragged
half a block.

Cracks her hip
in three places.

Well, we heard you had
a run-in with the girl
who got killed, Gwyn George.

Damn straight.
I chased her to 11th
with a crowbar.

If my knee
didn't give out...

How about last night?

Clock strikes 7:00,
I'm on a train
to Forest Hills.

Luckily, I don't gotta look
at the crap that goes
down here at night.

Well, if you're across
the bridge, how do you
find out what goes down?

Believe it or not, there's
still some civilized people
who live around here.

I get a full report
every morning.

First it was the Irish,
loud like a train. But it
was always just big talk.

Then the Italians.
Tough, but clean.

They planted tomatoes
in the empty lots.

Then the Puerto Ricans
and their music.

And now?

Meshuggeners.
Garbage.

It ain't fit for a pig.

You know how much
I care for pigs?

Mr. McCracken says
you keep an eye out
for all the garbage.

We all do.
Neighborhood watch.

This week's my week.

I see it all
from that window
with my opera glasses.

Not exactly
La Traviataout here.

Nu? But I get the
license plates of all
their customers' cars.

Well, maybe you saw
this girl. She was shot
right here in the alley.

Did I see? This is the way
you waste your time?

It's a homicide
like any other,
Mr. Pomerance.

Maybe you saw somebody
running up the street.

Everybody here runs.
You walk...

Mr. Pomerance, you think
maybe we could get a look

at the license plate numbers
from last night?

Oh, yeah. Here.

Sure. But she looked
a lot better than this.

So you were
with her last night?

Is that a crime
or something?

Well, maybe you should
ask Joey Buttafucco.

Hold on a minute.

Richard Gere
picks up Julia Roberts,

they make
a billion dollars
out of it.

We went out for a little fun.
What's the problem?

The problem
is she's dead.

And you think that I...

Hey, a couple of buddies
from school have
a couple of beers,

and then go out to get
the monkey spanked while
singing Hail, Alma Mater...

And what time
did the alumni reunion
break up?

Maybe 9:00.
And then I passed out
over at Paulie's house.

I swear to God.
You can call him.

You're kidding, right?

Someone spotted
your license plate
in that area.

Wait a minute.
I stopped to buy
a pack of cigarettes,

and you think
that I'm patronizing
a prostitute?

Cigarettes?
What kind of
a doctor are you?

Human. I went
to medical school,
not a monastery.

I'm a plastic surgeon.
If you don't mind.

What were you doing
in that neighborhood,
Dr. Danforth?

Meeting my business manager
for a drink
down in the Village.

Ninth Avenue
is fastest at that hour.

Do you remember
the name of the store
you stopped in?

It's an Irish name.
McNally. McMurphy.
Something like that.

McCracken's?Yeah, that's it.

Is this your wife?Yes.

And as you can see,
I have no need for
extra-curricular activities.

Oh, my God, my father's going
to kill me. I was supposed
to be at the library.

What, they don't have
any nice girls
at your school?

Look at me.
Would you go out with me?

Am I under arrest?

That depends
on what you did.

Well, she just,
you know, touched me
through the window.

Take a look at this.

Yeah. That's her.
But I didn't give her
any money.

What, the first
lesson's free?

No, she just
leaned in and started,
you know, rubbing.

You got cold feet?

Well, the guy from
the store on the corner,
he came running at us.

McCracken.He was screaming
like crazy.

I took off.
I didn't get his name.

Do you remember
what time that was?

No. But I didn't
leave the library
till maybe 8:30.

Okay, go ahead.
Maybe this time
McCracken's knee held up.

You got a .22,
you don't need a crowbar.

All right,
so I lied to you.

Tuesday nights,
I stay open till 9:00.

Well, you lie once,
your credibility's
kind of shot to hell.

My credibility? What?

One of her
associates saw me.
I'd believe her.

Doesn't matter where we
heard it. Fact is,
we know you were there.

We know you chased
Ms. George off the street.

I pay my taxes.
I go to church.

I'm supposed to watch
a head bouncing up
and down in a Buick?

No, thank you.

You own a gun,
Mr. McCracken?

What if I told you
she was shot with a .38?

Oh, God.

You expect me to believe
that's just a coincidence?

I'm in a cash business.
The scum in
that neighborhood...

I thought the girl
was shot with a .22.

She was. Could be
McCracken's lucky day.

Get a warrant.
See what else he has
stashed in that store.

In the good old days,
this was all a shopkeeper
needed for protection.

Hey, Lennie,
we got a warrant
to search, not eat.

Hey, I got it covered.

What, a quarter?

That covers maybe one bite.
That thing costs a buck.

In the good old days,
a kid could afford
to have cavities.

Hey, look at this.
.38, just like he said.

Well, nothing back there.

Maybe we ought
to hit his house.

Maybe something easier.
Look.

Again with the video?

Don't these women
eat anything but
potato chips and Coke?

What's wrong with that?

Okay,
he's locking up. Wait.

Must be something
out there McCracken
doesn't like.

There he goes,
off to spoil the kid's trip
around the world.

That's it. He comes
back in at 8:53,
locks up and leaves.

So, he could be
telling us the truth.

Yeah,
but somebody else is lying.
The doctor, Danforth.

He said he
stopped in to buy
a pack of cigarettes.

I didn't see him
on the tape.

Guy like that,
just goes to show you.

What does it
go to show?

No matter how many brains
a guy's got,

they're still mostly
centered somewhere
south of the border.

Okay, so he lied to us.
He was embarrassed.

But I doubt if he
killed anybody.

Well, maybe he saw
who did.

No. God. Look,
I had a couple of drinks
before I went downtown

to meet with my
business manager.

I was a little early.
I thought,
who would it hurt?

Well, maybe we shouldn't
get into that.

You married?Six years.

And you've never
thought about it?

No. I haven't.

Well, I've been
married for 12 years.
I don't know, I had to...

I don't know, experiment.

Well, there are a lot
safer ways to do that.

I love my wife.

I just wanted something,
you know, anonymous.

Can we
keep this quiet?

Well, we'll see
what we can do.

Now, maybe you saw
something in that alley?

I never got out
of the car. I swear.

I'll pay the fine.
Whatever. Oh, God.

Hey. You wouldn't
believe the traffic...

Excuse me.

Julia Danforth.

Lennie Briscoe.

Detective Rey Curtis.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing at all, ma'am.

As a matter of fact,
we were just
about to leave.

Detective? Could've given
the guy a break.

Why? Guy like that
should squirm.

Fact is, most guys
out there are
guys like that.

Yeah? What gutter
were you brought up in?

Rey, a guy thinks
he can get away with it,
he'll do it every time.

Give me a break.
A hooker?

They're in business
for a reason.

You know,
for some of us
the honeymoon ends.

What the wife doesn't know,
doesn't hurt.

Wrong.
It hurts the most.

Look, I want to
talk to the guy's
business manager.

What? Mercedes.
A townhouse. Believe me,
he's doing fine.

He lied to us once.
My rule book says
we should follow up.

You don't really
think he killed her?

Why not?

Better question, why?

She tried to blackmail
some ambassador, right?

Who's a better target
than a guy with M.D. plates
on his Mercedes

and a wedding ring
on his finger?

Luxury of the '90s. I do
his billing, collect his money
and write all his checks.

Mark makes seven figures
and I pay him an allowance.

And he was with you
Tuesday night?

First Tuesday
of every month.

A couple of steaks,
we review his accounts
and investments.

Do you remember
what time he arrived?

I don't know,
about 10:30.

How did Dr. Danforth look
when he showed up?

Same as always.

Called the wife,
settled in for
a couple of pops. Why?

Tell me this,
did he ask for any
extra cash last week?

No.

So, a happily married surgeon
does the nasty
with a street hooker,

and then puts
three holes in her chest?

According to
Cardinal Curtis here.

He admitted
he used her services.

That's all he admitted.

Come on, Lennie,
you saw him.

He was obviously
hiding something.

From his wife.
It happens.

Donnie tries hiding
something like that,
I'd put three holes in him.

Well, if everybody thought
like you, there'd be a lot
of dead hubbies out there.

And you've been married
how many times?

Okay, I admit
I'm no role model,
but the good doctor is.

Great job, lot of money,
beautiful wife who he adores.

So this is how he spends
his Tuesday nights.

No harm, no foul.

Tell that
to Gwyn George.

I think they're
cremating her tomorrow.

What about McCracken?

No, he's clean.

In fact, his neighbor
saw him taking out
the trash at 9:45.

Bank records
you asked for, Rey.

Thanks.

Oh, this is interesting.
Danforth had four ATM
withdrawals last week.

Five hundred each.

Two grand.

Same amount found
in the girl's purse.
Talk to him.

Well, this is
getting redundant.
I paid the girl $50,

I didn't steal
the Hope Diamond.

The thing is, Doctor,
the dead prostitute
had $2,000 in her purse.

The same amount
you withdrew
from your bank.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Maybe she was
blackmailing you.

Okay, before you hang me,
would you do me the courtesy
of answering a question?

If you're going to blackmail
somebody, wouldn't it be nice
to know who he is?

I assure you, I wasn't
on a first-name basis
with the deceased.

Well, maybe you can
explain about the money.

I haven't withdrawn
that much cash
in the entire year.

I use cards.
It had to be my wife.

Two grand?

Yes. She's got an interior
decorating business.

She buys antiques,
sometimes for cash.

Now, I have
a tummy to tuck.

If you don't mind?

He's got a point
about the name.

I'll bet this wasn't
his first visit
with Ms. George.

You see all those diplomas
on his wall? The guy's smart
enough to use an alias.

Yeah, and she's smart enough
to read. Look, she sees
he's got M.D. plates.

She sees he's got
a sticker from the hospital
on his window.

She takes a cab
over here...

And she reads his name.

Let's talk to the wife.

He told me all about it.
You're wasting
your time, Detective.

He told you?Sure.

He stopped for a pack
of cigarettes, and you think
he killed a prostitute?

It's the most
ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.

Mrs. Danforth,
about the money
you withdrew.

What money?

You didn't take $2,000
out of the bank?

Oh, that. Sure. I bought
some lamps and things
at Columbus Circle Market.

Does your husband
own a gun?

This is crazy.
I don't have to...

No, you don't. Look,
nobody really believes
your husband was involved.

We just want to
eliminate him
and move on.

So if you show us the gun
and it doesn't match,

you'll never see
us again, I promise.

It should be in
the storage closet.

Do you mind?

I don't even know
if the gun works.

Mark and his father
used to shoot
targets together,

but after his dad died...
I don't think I've seen it
since we bought this place.

I could have sworn...

He must have stored it
someplace else.

Dr. Mark Danforth?
You're kidding.

I know him.
He's a prominent
plastic surgeon.

You know him?
You mean,
those aren't real?

My friend had a nose job.

So, a neighbor
heard the gunshots
around 10:00.

That gives him plenty
of time to get down
to the Village

to meet his business
manager by 10:30.

And he took two grand
out of the bank.

Did he say why?

He denies it.
Says it was the wife.

And she backs him up.
But I'm sure
she's covering.

The ATM
didn't have a camera?

He used the machine
at the local market.

Smart. What about
the murder weapon?

He owns a gun,
but he misplaced it.

And it gets better.

Dr. Danforth had
a Colt .22 registered
in his name.

Now, judging from
the left twist on the bullets

recovered from
the victim's body,

they probably came
from a Colt.

Pick him up.

The doctor
is in consultation.

The doctor's in trouble.

Come on. When is this
going to stop?

It's just
beginning, Doc.

Dr. Mark Danforth,
you're under arrest for
the murder of Gwyn George.

Sorry, ma'am.
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can and will be used...

So he sweated up
the sheets with some hussy.
Shame on him.

But murder two?

A stretch like that would
pop the hamstrings
of a man half your age.

First of all, they were
nowhere near a sheet.

Second, the victim
wound up with three bullets
in her chest.

And you've got
bubkas to prove it.CLAIRE: Bubkas?

Dr. Danforth owns
a gun that matches
the murder weapon.

Gwyn George had
$2,000 in her purse,

the same amount
your client withdrew
from his bank.

I did not withdraw...

Uh-uh.

You like litanies,
Ms. Kincaid? Fine.

Mrs. Danforth will testify
she withdrew the money.

You can't
prove otherwise.

Hell, you can't even
prove that Dr. Danforth
was with the deceased.

Except he admitted it.

Exactly my point.

If he did kill the girl,
why the hell would he tell
the cops he was with her?

Face it, you have no direct
evidence whatsoever.

They've suspended
my privileges
at the hospital.

My private practice,
forget about it.

I'm a laughingstock.
And for what?
I didn't do anything.

Look, we'll cop
to using the services
of a prostitute,

and we'll all get on
with our lives.

A grand jury found sufficient
evidence for a murder two
indictment, Larry.

Twenty-three mutants
waiting for the lunch bell
to ring. Fine.

We'll see you in court.

A guy like that.

What the heck
was he thinking about?

The tabloids will get
six months out of this.

It was actually
the lead story on World News
last night.

Poor bastard spends
eight years in school,

marries the girl next door,
and moves into a townhouse.

And the only time
he thought his name
would hit the papers

was when they buried him.

Now, people know more
about his love life than they
do about the war in Bosnia.

The poor bastard
is a felon.

It sounds like
you two actually
feel sorry for him.

No.

I feel sorry for me

and every other married
guy in this city when
they get home tonight.

The bottom line is
the only thing
we can prove

is that Danforth had sex
with this girl.

And I suppose
you'd forgive him
that trespass?

That's not what's
at issue here, Claire.

Enough.

Can anyone tell me
why the girl is dead?

She was
blackmailing Danforth.

Do you have
proof of that?

Circumstantial.

Lawrence Weaver on
the other side of the aisle?
I'd do better than that.

Girl must've
talked to somebody.

Look at that suit.
What you think, Maria?

Must be nice standing up
for a paycheck.

Give her some slack.
She's just trying to help.

You can sit down.

It's a sofa, honey.
It ain't contagious.

So, Gwyn never mentioned
anything about
blackmailing Dr. Danforth?

We're independent contractors.
We don't trade secrets.

Especially not for free.

My people are talking
about doing a TV movie
or something.

You know, this could
have happened to you.
Your friend is dead.

I'd think you'd be
a little concerned.

Yeah, well, I'm not.

As a matter of fact,
I don't give a damn
about Gwynie,

I don't give a damn about this
Dr. Danforth, and I don't
give a damn about you.

I see.
Nothing matters.

I didn't say that.

I do care a whole hell of
a lot if I have cold milk in
the morning for my Grape-Nuts.

A girl needs her
high fiber, you know.

Look, the last thing
I need is your
three-piece pity.

I'm not trying
to give you...

I don't need
your disgust, either.

Well, I'm sorry.

I thought maybe
you could help.

Gwynie never told us
about no blackmail.

Well, when was
the last time
you spoke to her?

The night she was killed.
She was bored.

Called a couple
of times from the phone
on the corner.

Thanks.

I can't believe
he doesn't want to deal.

He still says
he didn't do it.

And McCoy's buying it?

Danforth hired some
hotshot attorney.

McCoy doesn't like to lose.

Well, unless
one of the girls
has a deviated septum,

I think we have something.

The LUDS from the
corner phone booth
where the hookers worked.

Last week, three calls
to the good doctor's office.

It had to be Gwyn
demanding a payoff.

And now to break
the wife's story.

Where did you guys say
she did her shopping?

At an antiques market
near Columbus Circle.
You want us to go shopping?

Well, do you prefer art deco
or 19th-century American?

Julia Danforth?
She's decorated some of the
best apartments in the city.

She'll do
fine work for you.

Actually, I'm from
the D.A.'s office.

God. Look,
we do everything
by the book here.

Mrs. Danforth
was here last week.
She purchased a few items.

Yes, that's right.
A lamp and a chair.

Yeah, how much
did she spend?

I really don't remember.

That's too bad. I wonder
if the sales tax people
will spark your memory, sir.

What are
you insinuating?

Cash business.

The lamp went for $300.
The chair, $900.

That's all she bought?

It wasn't a good week.

I met him when he was
a sophomore in college.

He was shaking the
first time he put his arm
around me at the movies.

There was something
so gentle about him.

That's why
this is all so absurd.

The evidence.

Our attorney says
you don't have any.

Most people are convicted
on circumstantial evidence,
Mrs. Danforth.

And you want me
to put the nail in his coffin?
I can't do that.

Because you
still love him.

Because he didn't
kill that girl.

You told the police
that you purchased items
in a market for $2,000.

It seems you
only spent 1,200.

I don't have
to talk to you.

You'll have to answer
these questions in court.

I'll wait.

Look at it
from my perspective,
Ms. Kincaid.

I'm sitting
at home all night,

waiting for my husband
of 12 years to get home
from his accountant.

Meanwhile, what
he's really doing is...

I'm sorry.

This is one nightmare
too many for one lifetime.

Your husband had sex
with a prostitute,
Mrs. Danforth.

He may have killed her.

Why are you protecting him?

And what would you do
if he were your husband?

Briscoe and
Curtis are right.

She's obviously lying
to protect him.

She takes this
"Till death do us part"
thing seriously.

Well, I don't think the vows
include committing perjury
for a murderer.

We still don't have enough
to prove that Danforth
killed Gwyn George.

What about the calls from the
phone booth on the corner
where Gwyn did business?

What, they're
just coincidence?

He stopped for cigarettes.
Maybe he called in
for messages.

You believe that?

We don't have
a murder weapon, Claire.

If the wife
sticks to her story,
we can't prove motive.

Face it, we don't
really have a case.

I think we do.

Then go ahead. You try it.

So I was settling in
to watch the 10:00 news.
It had just started.

Did something
interrupt you?

Three loud noises,
like a truck backfiring.

What did you do then?

Well, nothing,
till I heard the sirens.

Then I figured it wasn't
a truck. I went down
and talked to the cops.

You didn't see
anyone fire a gun,
did you, Mr. Krinsky?

Like I said,
I was watching TV.

So you can't say
for sure

that you heard
gunshots that night,
can you?

No, not for sure.

But given the three holes
in that girl, I'd say
it's a pretty safe bet.

A local resident,
Mr. Pomerance,

reports seeing
the defendant's vehicle

parked on
the block in question.

Now, at first, the defendant
told us he only stopped
to purchase cigarettes.

He later told us that
he purchased the services
of the victim.

Do you know
what time that was?

Mr. Pomerance noted
it was 9:28,

shortly before Mr. Krinsky
heard the gunshots.

Detective Briscoe,

did you find anything
of particular interest
on the person of the victim?

Well, we found $2,000 cash
in the victim's handbag.

How do you
suppose it got there?

Well, considering
the fact that $2,000
had been withdrawn

from Dr. Danforth's
account several days
before the murder,

we assumed
he paid her the money.

And why did you
make that assumption?

The victim had tried
to extort from one
of her clients once before.

We assumed
she was trying again.

Were you able to
conclude what type of gun
killed Gwyn George?

It was a Colt .22,
the same type of weapon
registered to the defendant.

Ms. George
was a working girl,
isn't that right, Detective?

Yes.Well, isn't it possible

that she earned the money?

$2,000?

She wasn't working
for Heidi Fleiss.

No, she certainly wasn't.

Tell me, Detective,
what else did
you find on the scene?

A crack pipe.

I see. So, Ms. George
was a junkie, as well.

Now, from your
experience, Detective,

how many drug-related
murders happen
in this city each year?

I wouldn't know.

Well, would you call it
a rare occurrence?

No.

And I suppose
you don't know

how many Colt .22s
are registered
in this city either.

No, I don't.

I frequently take
money out of the ATM
at the grocery.

It's on the way
to my office.

The week prior to the murder,
did you have occasion
to withdraw funds?

Yes, I withdrew $2,000
to purchase antiques
for a client.

Thank you.

Exactly what items
did you purchase for
your client, Mrs. Danforth?

A stained glass lamp
and a wheel back chair
for Mr. Holdsworth.

And how much
did you spend?

In the neighborhood
of $2,000.

Do you recognize this,
Mrs. Danforth?

It's a receipt
from the market.

And how much is it for?

$1,200.

What happened
to the other $800,
Mrs. Danforth?

I have other clients.
I shop elsewhere.

Well, you didn't tell
that to the police.

I didn't think
it was important.

I see. So what else
did you buy?

A silver dish.
No, candlesticks.

And where did you
make that purchase?

Sommerset's
or maybe Byron's.

I don't remember.

I wouldn't be surprised
if the jury's out
less than two hours.

Maybe the kudos
are a bit premature?

I'll offer you
a bit of wisdom, Claire.

Modesty and trial work
don't mix.

If you were going
to lie on the stand,

wouldn't you have
your story straight before
you entered the courtroom?

She got nervous.

Maybe she didn't expect
that line of questioning.

How could she not expect it?

I told her I checked
on the money she spent.

You've had, what,
a half dozen cases
against Lawrence Weaver?

Has he ever put a witness
on the stand who wasn't
thoroughly prepared?

Where are we going
with this, Claire?

Just suppose Mrs. Danforth
wanted me to catch her
in a lie.

Why would she want to do that?
She stood by her husband
from the start.

And then she fumbled
on the goal line.

Maybe she's not quite
as forgiving as she'd
have us think she is.

Jack, I think I may have
pushed her into this.

You presented
the evidence, Claire.

If the jury chooses
not to believe
Mrs. Danforth's story,

it's not your problem.

Madam Forewoman,
have you reached
a verdict?

Yes, we have,
Your Honor.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

murder
in the second degree,
how do you find?

We find
the defendant guilty.

Sentencing's in two weeks.
I guess I should ask
for the maximum.

That should keep a lot of
car doors closed on the
way home from the office.

Yeah, right.

Your first homicide trial.

A conviction,
no room for appeal.

You ought to be
dancing in the streets.

I'm just wondering whether
the jury convicted
for the wrong reason.

Mrs. Danforth
loved her husband,

she lied from the get-go,
and then when it
mattered most...

Got plenty
of other evidence.

Yes, but Julia Danforth's
lack of coherent testimony
gave us our motive.

Without motive,
the rest of the case
just falls apart.

So instead of convicting
Dr. Danforth,

we should give his wife
an Academy Award.

I'm not saying
he's innocent.

I just don't want to see
him convicted because
of a wife scorned.

And all these years, I thought
we were supposed to put
the bad guys in jail.

You got two days.

We were perfect partners.

Julia's life was out of
a Norman Rockwell painting.

Could you hold this?Sure.

Mine, a Tim Burton movie.

We could take care
of anyone who walked
through that door.

So prior to this,
there were no problems
in Julia's marriage?

Are you kidding? One time,
Mark forgot to bring roses
home on a Friday night.

It was a nightmare.

It must have been quite
a shock for her to find out
about Mark and Gwyn George.

She actually cried.
Believe me,
that's front page for Julia.

I said to her,
"Be happy, honey."

At least he wasn't
with his 22-year-old nurse,
like someone I once knew.

Bless him. Mark had the great
good sense to kill his slut
when he was done.

So you actually believe
Dr. Danforth killed her?

You convicted him,
didn't you?

All those late nights
working at the hospital,

makes you wonder
what he was really doing.

He worked late often?

He worked late,
she worked late.

Hell, while he was
getting his jollies
with Ms. Miniskirt,

she was at an estate auction
in Larchmont.

Two days
of victory celebrations.

A little excessive,
wouldn't you say?

I was checking up
on Mrs. Danforth.

The case is over, Claire.

Actually, I think
it's just starting.
I checked with Vice.

It seems this wasn't
her husband's first stop
in Hell's Kitchen.

So?

So what if Julia Danforth
knew all about it?

The night of the murder,
Dr. Danforth's car

was reported
in the neighborhood twice.

So there's more than
one concerned citizen.

Sure, that's the
logical conclusion.

Only the second call
to the cops was at 10:30.

Danforth was already
into his second Scotch
by then.

And maybe concerned
citizen number two

paused to make himself
a sandwich before
he called the police.

I thought about that.

But it seems extremely
curious that the second call
was placed by a woman,

who conveniently forgot
to give the cops her name.

Julia Danforth had no idea
Abe Pomerance was recording
the license plate numbers.

If she wanted us to
suspect her husband...

You think Julia Danforth
killed George?

I don't know
what to think.

But there's a chance

that she's been manipulating
all of us to assure her
husband's conviction.

Then why didn't
she give us the gun?
Ballistics would have matched.

Conviction would have
been a slam dunk.

I talked to her.

She's a very smart lady.
If she gave us the gun,

Dr. Danforth
would have known
she was involved.

No one else
had access to it.

You know what I think?

I think you've been
reading too much
James M. Cain.

Maybe. But if this
were your case,
what would you do?

I don't get it, Jack.
Why all the secrecy?

We just have
a few questions.

You already
won the case.

You had me schlep up...

It could be
worth your while, Larry.

Dr. Danforth
told the police

that when he went to
have dinner with his
business manager,

the first thing he did
was call his wife.

Do you know
what she said to him?

Nothing. He talked
to the machine.

She told him later
that she went
to the movies.

That's interesting.

Because she told
her partner she was
at an estate auction,

and she told me
she was home all night.

So? Where are you
going with this? I...

You think Julia...

Fact is,
we don't know.

But there may
be a way to find out.

Only you'll have
to work with us.

Sentencing is next Tuesday.
Do I have a choice?

What is it, Jack?
You call us down here
to gloat?

Actually,
it's the opposite.

We just realized
one of our witnesses
made a mistake.

Mr. Krinsky said he heard
the gunshots

around the time he started
watching the local news.

We all assumed
that was at 10:00 p.m.

But there was a Mets game
that night that went
into extra innings.

The news
started at 10:30.

When I was with Marty,
which means
I couldn't have done it.

This is unbelievable.

You're damn right it is.

You'll have my motion
to set aside the verdict
in the morning.

Does this mean
Mark goes free?

No, it means
he gets retried.

Unless you'd consider
man one.

I didn't do it.

After what you've
put them through?

Are you kidding?

You don't have
a temporal witness, Jack.

Now, you got less
than bubkas.

You can't win.
No, you can't.

I'll see you in court.

It's almost over.

Weaver actually went along
with the gag?

If he didn't,
his client would be
sentenced next week.

I see. He forgot all
about the conflict
of interest rules.

There's no conflict, Adam.

Weaver was retained
by Dr. Danforth,
not his wife.

Well,
it's the craziest thing
I ever heard of.

Yes? Put him through.

Kincaid.

You're kidding. Thanks.

That was Weaver.
They'll all be
here tomorrow.

Wonder of wonders.
Look what
Mrs. Danforth found.

The Colt .22
registered to my client.

I don't get it.
The police searched
the house thoroughly.

I remembered,
after we moved
into the townhouse

we stored several cartons
at my mother's
in Mamaroneck.

The gun was there.
Go ahead, test it.

You'll see Mark
didn't shoot that girl.

So you went to
your mother's house yesterday
and found this?

That's right.

That's odd,
Mrs. Danforth.

Because according
to this affidavit signed by
Detectives Briscoe and Curtis,

you left your townhouse
at 8:00 in the morning

and visited
three antique stores.

You then went to
your office on Madison,

where you stayed
until you went home
at 6:00 p.m.

After that, you didn't
leave until you came here
this morning.

What does it matter
where I found it?
Just test the ballistics.

I don't think
we have to, Mrs. Danforth.

We both know this gun
killed Gwyn George.

I'm telling you,
Mark didn't...

No, but you did.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Your wife wasn't
at the movies, Doctor.

She was on West 47th,
the same time you were.

She used this gun
to kill Gwyn George
and to frame you.

The money,
the phone calls,
everything.

That is crap!
Come on!

Did you kill
Gwyn George, Doctor?Of course not.

Well, the ballistics
on this gun are
going to match.

Now, if you didn't do it,
who else could have?

We can wait for ballistics,
Mrs. Danforth.

You should understand.

Murder?

I don't think so.

You conniving...

How the hell
could you?

Me?

You can't keep it
in your pants!

And I'm supposed
to smile,

and fix you breakfast,

and bounce around the bed
with you once a week? No!

This girl...
It was meaningless.

Well, how the hell
do you think that
makes me feel?

You're unhappy,
so I should go to jail
for the rest of my life?

I want you to hurt.

Hurt as bad as I do.

For the record,
what was it that
turned you on?

Was it that
cheap lipstick?

The short skirt?

Or just doing it
in the back seat
of the car?

I married you, Mark!

That's supposed to mean
I can trust you!

Thanks. Her attorney said
she'll take man one.

And what did you say?

I figure it's better
than taking a chance
with a jury.

So I wonder if Danforth
will keep it in his pants
after this.

Probably not.