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Hugh Mandrake may not look like a criminal in his English suits and

Italian ties.

He does not carry a knife or a gun.

But he robbed and injured his victims just the same.

His weapons are the telephone, the stock certificate, and the padded invoice.

And with these, he destroyed lives no less than a drunken driver or a madman

with a rifle.

You've heard how Hugh Mandrake sold shares of stock in the public

corporation that he headed to retirees and others of modest means and little

financial sophistication.

Witnesses have explained how Hugh Mandrake then looted the coffers of the

corporation, a corporation that he was obligated as president to defend.

In the end, the corporation was broke.

Its investors were broke.

Everybody was broke except... Hugh Mandrake, who was very, very rich.

He laughed at the little people whose money he stole.

But after today, he will laugh no more.

If you follow the evidence and do your duty and find him guilty of

fraud.

Nobody is laughing here.

Not Mr. Mandrake or anybody else.

Because there is nothing funny about the failure of a business.

And neither is there anything unusual.

Yes, the investors who bought stock are disappointed they lost their money. But

they knew, or should have known, that business is not a sure thing.

You've heard a dozen witnesses praise the character of Mr. Mandrake. He has

never committed...

or even been accused of illegal or unethical behavior before this trial.

If the corporation he headed failed, it is his misfortune as well as others.

It is a shame. It is a sad consequence of our economy.

But it is not a crime.

In case number 49327, people versus you, Mandrake. On the charge of fraud in the

first degree, how do you find the defendant?

Guilty.

I want to thank the jury for its careful attention during this trial and take the

liberty of adding that I concur most enthusiastically with your verdict.

Your Honor, I would like to request that Mr. Mandrake's bail be continued until

sentencing. The people object, Your Honor. The defendant is facing a lengthy

jail term and has every incentive to flee.

The man has personal affairs to put in order. The government has frozen his

bank account, seized his properties, and taken his passport.

His only remaining cash is tied up in the bail itself.

The state will be seeking to recover that money for Mr. Mandrake's victims as

soon as the court releases it. We have seen no reason to... Let me interrupt.

Mr. Mandrake, if I allow bail to stand, will you be here for sentencing two

weeks from tomorrow, 9 a.m.? I will.

Sharp? Yes.

Your record of veracity is not unblemished.

He will be here, Your Honor.

So ordered.

I know it's your job and all, but I'm never going to understand how you defend

creeps like that.

Thank you for your support. Oh, yeah, sure. No problem.

At least it's over.

I'll see you tonight.

Maggie, I told him we'll file the appeal tomorrow.

Don't count on it, Hugh.

I think I'm a realist, Maggie.

You used to be.

I used to be smart, too. I don't remember when I got stupid.

I guess it's a symptom of the condition.

If there's anything that I can do to help you before you go... Before I go

into the slammer?

What's prison really like, hmm?

Roosted six months.

It's no fun.

It's doable.

Six months, maybe.

What am I looking at?

Six years?

Sixteen?

I'll phone you, Maggie. I promise.

And thanks.

Thanks for everything.

Congratulations, Ms. Kaufman, on the conviction of Hugh Mandrake. Lord, that

man's a rabid dog. He's defended by money. I mean, I represent people on,

excuse me, on society primes.

Alleged rapists, muggers, murderers. But they're not bad people. Well, I mean,

some of them are bad people.

Ms.

Kaufman. I turned 40 the other day. I spent my birthday with a man who killed

his mama, his own mama, and then fed her to his dog.

And then lied to me about the whole thing, which shouldn't surprise me, but

I used to basically think that people were good deep down, but how deep must

one look?

Ms. Kaufman, I'm thinking about switching sides, trading in my bull calf

for a heifer, if you will.

There's openings in the district attorney's office. Would you put in a

good word for me?

Happy birthday.

I used to think that I was fine.

I, um...

I'd been alone for a long time.

Before that, I'd been alone with someone.

When I started with Dickie, I began to see that you could stop being alone

without giving up yourself.

Doc, she was running a sweep, and I was running right there with her. But I was

scared. But it wasn't a sweep.

She handed the ball off.

It was a reverse.

Could we possibly conduct this conversation in English?

Meg, you played football.

I didn't.

Okay.

Dr. Lewis, I am a cop.

Cops' relationships don't last, including mine.

You're going to have to invent your own relationship from scratch.

First question, do you want it?

Doesn't everyone?

Mr. and Mrs. Mandrake are gone. Not home.

Not at the country club, not at the yacht club, not at the tennis club.

Gone. This is terrible.

His victims are going to burn this place down.

Not if we find him fast.

Yeah, well, he did leave a forwarding address.

While you were touring Chicago last night, I called the phone company.

A wiretap? On whom?

You see a judge?

Oreck. Not for a tap.

It's just a list of calls to and from Mandrake's close associates.

Good. Let me see it.

All right.

Check them out. You have a reverse phone directory?

Yeah, in my office.

Mandrake's brother?

Samuel Essek.

Mandrake's accountant.

Maggie Zombrow.

Mandrake's lawyer.

I know who she is, Tess.

Isn't tapping a lawyer's phone unconstitutional or something?

It's not a tap. It's just a list of numbers. Oh, I see.

Well,

here's my number.

I called Maggie at 10.07 p.m. We talked for 14 minutes.

Am I a suspect?

Don't be ridiculous.

I just want you... You don't have to translate this, Ben. I don't need to

hear this stuff twice.

As a courtesy to your boss, would you mind telling me what she's saying?

Um, she says that if he has a problem... I cannot believe you are invading

Maggie's privacy and telling me to help you do it.

How many times did you swear to me that your relationship with Maggie Zombrow

would never interfere with your job?

This is your job.

Is this the clip joint?

Well, yes, this is Samuel Essek.

I'd like to speak to the person I spoke to yesterday, please.

Uh, about 4 p.m.

Mm-hmm.

Maurice!

Maurice!

I'm sorry, I didn't recognize your voice.

You got a cold, too?

Well, I just wanted to... No?

No, 6 o'clock tomorrow is still fine.

Right. Right. Now, that's for a haircut?

For my dog.

Right.

Scooter. Scooter, he's fine.

Yep. We'll both see you then tomorrow.

Thank you.

Yuck.

Mandrake's brother didn't talk to anybody.

Mandrake's accountant made appointment with his dog's beautician.

What about my key?

Oh, some very hot leads.

At 6.24, she called Jippy's Pizza.

At 10.07, she talked to me.

And at 11.45, she called Shanghai Kitchen.

Pizza at Jippy's?

I guess she was hungry.

Want me to bust her for overeating?

What is this one?

9.30.

She called a private residence. Jenny Jackson.

Who is he? I don't know.

Yet.

Miss Jackson?

Who are you?

Detective Cobb, Chicago PD.

We're looking for a man by the name of Hugh Mandrake.

So?

So, can I ask you a few questions?

Can I come in?

You can ask them out there.

Does anyone live here with you?

I live alone.

And I never heard of you. What's his name? One of his close associates called

here last night.

Did anyone else use your phone?

No. Who's this close associate who supposedly called?

Do you know a woman by the name of Maggie Zombrow?

You know, I really don't see how who I know is any of your business.

Okay, John, listen to this.

Mag, you will never believe it.

The funniest thing happened today. Tess ordered me to look into your personal

phone calls.

It won't work. Okay, how about this?

Maggie, you know that I hold my duty over everything.

That's why I am sure you will understand why the secret police and I...

Why are you investigating me? We were looking for your client.

Mandrake. The guy who skipped bail, remember?

Then why aren't you investigating him? Tess and Gold thought that he might try

to get in touch with his associates.

Ah, so Tess and Gold ordered you to burst in on my nutritional counselor.

Your what?

Jenny Jackson, who has nothing to do with anything.

Nutritional counselor?

It's none of your damn business.

Where else have you been snooping around?

Did you find out about the pizza? Did you investigate the pepperoni and the

green peppers? Green peppers? Yeah, I did.

I have my own damn life.

I will not be violated.

How dare you?

Oh, Jono.

How did I know this was going to happen?

She got mad, and I don't blame her.

No, you should not give up finding Mandrake.

But Maggie isn't hiding him.

Oh. Oh, so you are embarrassed on behalf of the American system of justice. And

I, therefore, have to ruin the best chance I've had for a decent

relationship for what?

For nothing.

For nothing?

Yes.

No. No. I do not want to see any more of Maggie's phone calls, Tess. No.

This one is appointed.

No. No.

I do not want to know. No.

Last night.

2 a.m.

Look. No.

Look.

Airport? Motel?

That number is room 104.

All our rooms have their own direct-on phones and color TV with free cable.

Who's in 104?

Um, Mr... Cheever.

I checked him in myself yesterday afternoon.

Cheever.

What's he look like?

Old. Distinguished.

You know, that gray look.

Not fat or anything.

What's he driving?

Green Mercedes.

Cool.

Let me have the key to the room.

Becky, give me the key.

Oh, no. I think we should... I'm a cop.

You're allowed.

Okay. Thanks.

Get out of here.

Police, man! Freeze!

Where are we going?

Oh, there's a little place on the other side of town I'd like to visit again.

Huh.

Free cable.

I assume this isn't a social call.

Maggie, I don't want to be doing this.

Would you like me to leave?

That won't be necessary.

We know that Hugh Mandrake called you last night from a motel near O'Hare. We

believe that she believes that he may have told you where he was going.

I guess.

Well, you or you can believe whatever you want.

Hugh Mandrake is my client, and I will not violate attorney-client privilege by

discussing with you anything he did or did not say to me.

The privilege only covers past crimes. It does not apply to the ongoing crime

of bail jumping. That's debatable.

But any conversation with a client is considered confidential by legal ethics.

And by me.

She says you don't have to talk to her, but you do have to talk to a grand jury.

She'd need a lawyer, Maggie.

Thank you, Bruce.

Goodbye, Tess.

Goodbye, Dickie.

How's Dickie handling it?

Well, at least he has a personal life to ruin.

Miss Kaufman?

I'm Florence Mandrake.

I understand the police have been looking for me.

Please, sit down.

I've been visiting my sister in Minneapolis.

I gather my husband has disappeared.

Do you know where he is?

No.

Has he communicated with you at all?

Not in about 14 years.

You've been divorced?

Separated? Neither.

We just don't talk very much.

We were married many years ago.

I don't remember why.

You don't know where Hugh is, do you?

I had some money of my own. I'd like to ask him what he's done with it.

Well, we think that he flew out of O'Hare.

We know that he talked with his lawyer before he left.

Miss Sombro?

How appropriate.

What do you mean?

Ah, that's right, dog.

Consider all your options.

Come on.

Oh, no.

What do you want now, Tess? I need to tell you something. You want me to

arrest my dog?

Shoot Maggie, maybe? You know, maybe if we torture her, she'll talk.

We all want to catch Mandrake, okay?

But this can't be the best way to do it.

Even if Maggie is our only lead, Tess.

She was right about that privilege thing.

Yeah, you're so obsessed, you're breaking the rules of your own precious

system.

Maggie and Mandrake what, Tess? Huh, what? Don't tell me, okay?

I mean, what, you think she's hiding them in her briefcase?

They were lovers.

What?

Oh. How do you know that?

Come on, Tessa. It's like a jealous wife.

Maggie is a professional, Tessa.

She says that she's hiding Mandrake out of high-minded principles,

out of the sanctity of the attorney-client relationship.

And not some other kind of relationship.

I'm sorry.

What?

Did you think I was a virgin?

No. No, I didn't. But I did think this whole thing was about our jobs.

About me trying to find Mandrake for Tess.

About you trying to uphold your legal responsibilities.

That is what this is about.

Really? There's nothing else going on here, Meg?

I mean, you didn't think it was worth mentioning to me that you and Mandrake

had had an affair?

That ended a long time ago.

Hugh Mandrake is my client. Nothing else is relevant. Maybe not relevant in a

court of law, Meg.

How about relevant between you and me?

I didn't tell you who my date for the senior prom was either. How far back do

you want me to go? You are not shielding your senior prom date from arrest.

Do you take this principal's stand to protect any client?

Yes, I would.

And if you don't understand that, then you don't know the first thing about me.

I thought that I understood that you wouldn't hide things from me. And I

thought I knew that you wouldn't tap my phone.

I...

Didn't sleep with the phone company.

You can tell Tess no.

No what?

She sent over the subpoena for me to testify before the grand jury. You can

tell her not to save me a seat. I won't be coming.

If she refuses to testify, how long would she be in jail?

Until the grand jury ends its term? Okay.

When's that?

So come on.

What if someone else testifies who has access to the same information that

Maggie has?

Right.

Someone who has no principled objection to testify.

Or to anything else, as far as I can tell.

That offer still stands.

I have excellent connections in the music business.

You sat in on most of their conversations.

Do you have access to all of Maggie's records?

I think you might know where Mandrake is.

Professional ethics, Dickie.

I don't talk about a client.

Ethics?

Ethics? You?

You were convicted of stealing your client's money.

This is important to Maggie.

Maggie has been good to me in her own way.

And she's right about the ethics.

I do not believe I am hearing this.

She doesn't talk.

I don't talk.

Tess can subpoena you too, Bruce, if you don't testify. What, I go to jail?

I have been to jail. I don't give a damn if you go to jail. If you don't talk,

Maggie goes to jail.

Maggie has made her feelings perfectly clear to me, and I respect her.

I don't see why you don't do the same, Dick.

Can you imagine Maggie in jail?

I knew some pretty hard cases when I was in the joint.

I think Maggie, she'd stack up pretty well.

This is a straightforward matter.

The grand jury is investigating a crime and it has issued a lawful subpoena.

This subpoena is a gross violation of attorney-client privilege and I move to

caution on that ground.

It would violate attorney-client privilege if the grand jury were

investigating Mr. Mandrake's fraud. But it's investigating Mr. Mandrake's bail

jumping. Does the state believe Ms. Zombrow has information about this new

and ongoing crime?

It does, Your Honor. If the state wants to indict Mr. Mandrake for bail jumping,

it does not need my testimony to do so.

The prosecution is seeking to use me, his attorney, as an investigative tool

to locate him.

This is a time-honored use of the grand jury, as Ms. Zombrow well knows. Not

when the witness sought is the alleged criminal's attorney.

If attorneys can be forced to testify publicly against their clients, or

worse, to testify in the secrecy of grand jury proceedings, clients become

reluctant to consult with or confide in their attorneys. It undermines the

attorney-client relationship and makes a mockery of the constitutional right to

counsel.

Ms. Kaufman?

Society has an interest in apprehending criminals.

Attorney-client privileges do not apply to the crime being investigated here.

And even if it did, there is a question as to whether Ms. Zombrow was acting in

her capacity as Mr.

Mandrake's attorney during the 2 a.m. telephone call at issue.

Which sounds like a most fascinating area, and one that I do not need or wish

to explore as I've heard enough.

Isambro, you will testify before the grand jury sitting in this building at

10 a.m. tomorrow morning, or you will put yourself in contempt of this court.

Isambro, you promised he'd be here.

What the hell do you owe a guy like Mandrake anyway?

I'm not doing this for Mandrake.

But I do owe him.

You should have seen me when I was in law school, Dickie.

I got good grades, very good grades.

I landed a job at Lambert Dickinson Bell.

I thought I had it made.

What?

They weren't used to having girls.

in those top corporate firms.

And the ones that sneaked in, they created this nice little

ghetto for us.

Trusts, estates, regular hours.

And one day, Hugh Mandrake had a small but annoying problem with a trust. I

fixed it for him in about 30 minutes.

He was very impressed.

He told the old boys in the firm he wanted me assigned to his real legal

work.

You're a woman.

It's amazing, right? A guy does something nice for you and you think

you've got to... If men were racehorses, I would make a fortune at the track. Oh,

really? Yes, you are so predictable.

Yes, yes, you are so predictable.

Dickie...

I did not get involved with Hugh until much, much later.

We respected each other.

We knew how to stay out of each other's way.

He was very intelligent.

It was more an affair... an affair of convenience.

There's nothing like us.

I'm not, uh... convenient.

How about user-friendly?

You know, you are such a, such

a...

Guy!

He's one of my very best features.

Well, we are expecting to open up some positions, but it all depends on

our budget requests, as you know.

Well, my goodness, the mayor couldn't deny you people. You're crucial to the

running of the city.

Any slots we create would be starting at the grade C salary level.

And, of course, so are my colleagues in the public defender's office.

Mr. Gold, I have always prided myself on being part of a very intricate balance.

I'm not sure what you're making at your current job. The balance between you

people, who could become us people, and my people, well, hopefully my soon-to-be

former people, hits the scales just right with all the moving and objecting

and the pro-ing and the con-ing and the to-ing and the fro-ing. We just sort of

evoke justice out of the ether.

Miss Kaufman has seen me in court, and...

I think she'll attest that I play my part quite adequately.

I have no doubt, Mr. Sizemore, that the ether is fully evoked when you're in the

room.

I don't really mind when people find me entertaining.

Because the thing is, juries find me entertaining.

And we all love to be entertained.

I have the highest winning percentage in my office.

Well, I am aware of your abilities, Mr.

Sizemore. No, Cliff, isn't it? Yes, sir, Cliff.

If we hire, I'll think about you.

Well, fine, then.

See you in court.

Okay.

See you in court.

Let me check that, Bruce.

10 a.m.

Thought I'd walk you over.

Over where?

Come on, Meg.

Last night you were so... reasonable.

Last night I wasn't thinking.

What is this going to prove?

Justice matters.

Maggie Zombrow, we have a warrant for your arrest for contempt of court.

Hey, hey, come on. You know the drill, Cobb. Um, listen, tell Weston that our

lunch is off. Tell Hendrick that Gilby handling the lawsuit and that I'm sorry.

Tell Wanamaker not to do anything until he hears from me.

Uh, tell Dr. Lewis I can't make our therapy session because you put me in

jail.

You made your point.

And she made her point.

You just gonna let her sit there in jail?

I'm sorry.

Pass it. She is never gonna talk.

This guy Mandrake, he launched the career of Maggie Zombrow, super lawyer.

Why don't we look harder for him, huh?

Maybe there's something in Maggie's office.

Can't you subpoena Maggie's files instead of Maggie?

Wait a minute.

A lawyer's files are privileged and the lawyer isn't?

That's insane.

It makes sense.

Maggie is in jail.

That does not make sense.

All she has to do is talk.

That's all.

Oh, man.

Dickie, why do you keep putting me in these situations?

Sorry, Bruce.

I didn't realize I was inconveniencing you. You're breaking and entering.

You're committing a burglary. I'm looking for a way to get Maggie out of

jail.

She's too stubborn for her own good. I'm with you on that. I really am.

But I am duty-bound to report this to her.

For that matter, I should be calling the cops.

Hey, Bruce.

Call Maggie.

Call the cops. Call the National Guard. Call whoever you want to call. I'm

taking this file and I'm walking out that door.

Great.

What are the chances?

I don't know.

She says she understands. If Mandrake is caught, Maggie walks, right?

Yeah, that's right. Her case becomes moot.

Over the last three years, she has sent letters or documents to Mandrake 19

times at addresses outside of Chicago.

That's five times to his house in Florida, five times to his apartment in

New York, twice to a condo in Aspen, and five times to different hotels.

Now, Mandrake does not have the money to stay in hotels any longer. And his

properties in Florida, New York, and Aspen have all been confiscated by the

feds. Okay, 319.

Exactly. Twice, she sent packages to a 600 Dondero Drive, apartment 319,

Los Angeles, California.

Now, there's no record of Mandrake owning property in Los Angeles.

And nothing of his has been seized out there. So what I think is that he might

have a private hideaway.

Where'd you get all this information?

Confidential informant.

There is such a thing as illegally obtained evidence, Cobb.

Mandrake is a convicted fugitive.

As I understand it, if I see him, I can bring him in.

No questions asked.

It's the law.

Call LAPD.

They may have higher priorities than following my hunch. I don't.

There is my request for airfare to Los Angeles. You can let me know if it's

approved when I get back.

Hey,

watch out for the shoe.

Watch the car.

Detective Cobb.

Hey, lady, careful.

I'm nervous.

What a pleasant surprise.

We're going to Hawaii.

This is Carlotta.

Carlotta, Detective Cobb. Are you going to Hawaii, too?

Uh, no.

No, just L.A.

Do you work with Donald?

I think he is a wonderful lawyer.

He got me off on a jostling charge. He is so good. He must make you policemen

so mad.

excuse me i need to go to the powder room

there was no case against her

automatic dismissal but why burden her with that information huh

You've got to be kidding me.

That is apartment 319.

Horror suite 319.

Penthouse 319.

Pay $12 a month for the box. You can call it whatever you want.

Who rents it?

People rely on my discretion.

I'm looking for a fugitive.

This may not be an actual post office, but this is United States mail.

The guy I'm looking for is a drug trafficker.

Bad guy.

You know the laws about facilities used in drug trafficking?

Confiscate it.

S.

Bellow. Rented it two years ago. Pays annually. In advance.

Bellow? What's he look like?

Fifties. Nice hair.

Gray.

Haven't seen him in months.

There's a letter in there.

Where's it from?

Chicago, maybe?

Zurich.

Okay, thanks. Put the letter back.

Now tell me what your hours are.

We're open 24.

This is a very competitive business.

Great.

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone.

Somebody must change.

You are the reason I've been waiting so long.

Somebody calls the key.

And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home.

Hey,

excuse me.

Mr. Bellow.

I do presume.

And you, I believe, are the boyfriend.

Hello, detective.

Oh, hi.

Carlotta. Right.

Murderous run?

Dumped him in Waikiki.

That handsy little creep can have his own topless luau.

Sit down.

Maggie and I were a good match.

We didn't expect too much.

You don't strike me as being her type.

Maybe she changed her type.

Now she goes for guys who don't steal a lady's pensions.

People don't change, detective.

Maggie was always fierce. Back then it was about her career and her self

-possession. I expect now she's fierce. Hey, you know what?

I got to sit here with you for the next four hours.

I do not have to sit here and listen to you talk.

You want to talk about something? Fine.

Let's talk about the new experiences you're about to have in prison Detective

it's only natural that we should talk about the one thing we have in common

Buckle your damn seat belt

I've got Mandrake in the car.

I'm heading downtown.

Can you make a call, get them started? I'm ready to do it.

Thanks.

I'm not mad at you.

You were pig-headed.

You put Maggie in jail.

I understand why you did it, Tess. I do.

I happen to be human.

I have emotions.

You?

Really?

Try it sometime.

Bruce called me this morning, said I needed to pick up a new key for my

office door.

Said the lock's jammed.

I sensed that he had something else to tell me, but I couldn't drag it out of

him. Oh, maybe he's secretly in love with you, Meg.

Everyone else sure seems to be.

Come on, Meg.

It's a beautiful day.

You're out of jail.

You didn't have to tell anybody where Mandrake was. You should be happy.

A normal person would be happy.

You thought I knew where he was.

Didn't you? You son of a bitch. Wait a minute, Maggie.

If you did not know where he was, then why didn't you just go to the grand jury

and say, hey, I don't know where he is, and go home and be done with it? Do you

remember what I said in court?

Yes. About the American system of justice?

Yes. And how important it is for people to be able to trust their lawyers, and

how that won't happen if lawyers can be called in to testify against them? Yes,

I remember.

Did it occur to you?

That I believed that?

Sure. Of course you believed it. But what? You thought I was trotting out

some tired old civics lesson to cover up for an old boyfriend?

I didn't know where Hugh Mandrake was.

I didn't care where he was. Hey, you know what? I didn't care where he was

either, but I just got through traveling...

4,000 miles to bring him in because I care about you, Maggie. That's why I did

what I did, okay?

That's why you're walking out of here today. I could have walked out of here

whenever I chose.

You cared about me?

Why didn't you try believing in me?

I told you she was a pistol, son.

But she's worth it.

Once again, no good deed goes unpunished.

Get over what?

What did I do that was so horrible, Tess?

Rescue her from jail?

Really?

Women don't want to be rescued.

Anymore then they should stop getting themselves in trouble

Old-fashioned

Yeah, well women love it except when they hate it

You explain something to me, okay your woman

Me yeah, what the hell's the problem with women?

Anyway.

Man.