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Narrator: 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.

Good morning, Mr. McFadden.

Mr. McFadden?

So, Eduardo,

- what time
did you punch in?
- 5:30.

And you let him in when?

No, no, Mr. McFadden's
always the first one here.

I think 4:00 or something.

He has his own key.

Cerreta: Mikey.

Oh, wonderful.

Taped trigger, taped butt.

- Serial numbers filed?
- Sure.

Of course. Why
should it be easy?

The vic's wallet
and keys, Detective.

He had over a
grand in 20s on him.

- Not a robbery. Not an amateur.
- So it's a hit.

Maybe the Mafia
plays the stock market.

McFadden let himself
into this joint every morning

according to the porter.
No security guard.

No witnesses.

Walter Fairlee, Detective.

- Is there anything
I can help you with?
- Yeah.

What was Mr. McFadden doing
here at 4:00 in the morning?

Checking the "DAXIE." That's
the German stock exchange.

- Marshall had a lot
of international interests.
- And what about enemies?

Ours is a competitive business.

But everybody loved him, right?

- Everybody respected
what he accomplished.
- Which was?

Which was overcoming
his humble beginnings

and amassing a net worth
in the hundreds of millions.

This is a terrible
moment for our company.

Excuse me.

I guess the moment's over.

Exactly what business
was Mr. McFadden in?

Like America, his
business was business.

He bought companies,
he sold companies.

Actually, he was one of the only
mergers and acquisition experts

to emerge from the '80s with his
assets and his reputation still intact.

Your boss had more
degrees than a thermometer.

Well, all of them honorary.

Mr. McFadden never
finished high school.

Has anyone notified the family?

No one to call.

His wife, Ann, passed
away six years ago.

Cancer.

Dwight Corcoran, a former
ambassador to England.

Mr. McFadden had many
friends in high places.

We'll need a
list of all of them.

Were any of them close to him?

Mr. McFadden was
a private person.

All I knew of his life was
what I read in the papers.

"Marshall McFadden,
the king of the takeover,

son of a Yorkshire coal miner,

strikes it rich in
the new world."

This guy bought up
companies like I buy six-packs.

Only after he recycled the waste

it was worth a lot more than when
he bought it. Net worth... nine figures.

Anything from ballistics?

The bullet matches the
.38 we found in the garbage.

No prints. The FBI's
running an argon scan

on what's left of
the serial number.

You know, these takeover guys,

they buy up a company,
spit out the pits.

- People get hurt.
- Get this...

18 months ago, hostile takeover,

McFadden acquires a
company, Evans and Black.

Well, when the smoke clears,

480 people are looking for work.

Guy standing on
the assembly line,

I don't know, is it
worth killing over?

What about the guy sitting
in the executive crapper?

After the takeover, McFadden
replaced the entire board of directors.

White collars
can get pretty dirty

waiting on the
unemployment line.

Old days, when I
ran the Brooklyn plant,

I put in 10 hour
days, six days per.

- And now?
- McFadden closes the plant.

Now it's mornings at my Quotron

and afternoons at the club.

How much did he
pay for the company?

The papers say
around 700 million.

That much and he shuts it down?

Evans and Black was worth 700.

The Brooklyn plant was
the company's prodigal son.

It hadn't shown a
profit in 10 years.

Some divisions get
closed, some get sold.

That's what
takeover's all about.

Just like a chop shop.

You know, these takeover
guys, McFadden, Pickens...

You ask me, press has
given them all a bad rap.

They're calling them
sharks, barracudas.

- They're not?
- They're more like angels.

They trim the fat.

Less waste, more profit.

Correct me if I'm
wrong, Mr. Reynolds...

After the takeover,
McFadden threw you

and the rest of the
board out on the street.

Yes, but we landed very gently.

Golden parachutes.

I walked away with
close to seven mill.

All thanks to McFadden, huh?

They should carve
his face on a mountain.

'90s Horatio Alger.

- Get canned,
walk away a rich man.
- High school physics.

There was no such thing
as spontaneous generation.

Reynolds and all his cronies at
the top are making a lot of money,

it's got to come from somewhere.

- Guys at the bottom?
- My Uncle Sal...

40 years of sweat and ink

at Pylon Printing in Queens.

The owner sells out to
a German corporation.

- Your Uncle Sal was history.
- No medical, no pension.

He's 68 years old and all he's got
to show for it is purple fingernails.

- And no golden parachute.
- Let's go see what happened
to the working stiffs.

Fairlee: Excuse me.

Now, you can't just confiscate
documents without a warrant.

- Why not?
- McFadden's the victim,
not the suspect, right?

Of course. I just thought you...

Don't think. Cooperate.

Over there.

I got to hand it to
the guy, he made it,

but he sure as hell
wasn't afraid to spend it.

A real philanthropist. On
this Evans and Black deal

his lawyers collected
close to two mil.

Wow. Maybe they earned it.

Listen to this.

Memo from his attorneys
re: Brooklyn plant.

"Collective bargaining agreement

with Local 8157
expires November 30th.

It would, therefore,
be ill-advised

to cease operations
prior to December 1st."

McFadden was going to close
that Brooklyn plant from the get-go.

Screw the union with a
legal stamp of approval.

His father worked
for the coal mines.

You'd think he'd have a
little sympathy for the grunts.

Boy, they sure had some for him.

This is a letter from
the union agreeing

to rollback all the
salaries by 15%.

To McFadden?

No, to the loan department

at the Bank of
the Five Boroughs.

"in order to induce the Bank
to finance the acquisition

of Evans and Black, Inc.
By Marshall McFadden."

Signed, Edward Palmieri,

President of Guild of
American Industrial Workers.

So he gets the union
to close the deal

then he bites them on the butt?

All's fair in M & A.

That letter from the union,

who did you say signed it?

Palmieri.

Palmieri.

Palmieri.

Last month, a check
drawn on the account

of Ann McFadden
Cancer Foundation

payable to Edward G.
Palmieri in the amount

of 100,000 smackeroos.

Wow.

You think this
Palmieri moonlights

as a cancer specialist?

McFadden gets the union
to agree to future rollbacks.

Company looks more profitable.

More attractive for
the bank. It's all kosher.

Except McFadden never intended

to sign a new
contract with the union.

He planned on shutting
down the plant in Brooklyn

- as soon as the union
contract expired.
- It was all a con.

And the head of the
union is running point.

A mook named
Palmieri... Pocketed 100 Gs

from McFadden's
charitable foundation.

Fellas, what's wrong
with this picture?

McFadden is making Palmieri rich

and he's going to
kill the golden goose?

But this is a guy who would
sell out the rank and file.

It doesn't make him a killer.

Well, if the stakes
get high enough.

Maybe there's a history
between McFadden and Palmieri.

Unions keep records.

A subpoena might help.

Well, how does a subpoena
duces tecum sound?

It means lay your
cards on our table.

You want documents,
you got documents.

My client is merely
satisfying the subpoena.

We asked for documents relating

to the union's dealings
with Marshall McFadden.

Not the history of the
world parts one and two.

Come on, Counselor. The
duces tecum was specific.

"Dukis" my tuckus. You wanna
know something, you talk to me.

All right. Tell us
about the agreement

to roll back union bennies
when McFadden took over.

The old owners were
living in the dark ages.

They hold onto the company,

the Brooklyn plant goes
right down the crapper.

The Brooklyn plant
goes into Chapter 11

and the union is
out on the street.

And where I come from,
something is better than nothing.

Yeah, Eddie agreed
to the rollback,

the bank likes the deal.
So everybody's happy.

Yeah, until the limey
stabs us in the back.

Us? Looks like
you did all right.

What, are you
implying something?

$100,000 payable to your client

from McFadden's foundation.

That was for consulting.

Look, we don't even
care about the payment.

What we're concerned
with is why the payer is dead.

Wait a minute, you
guys think that I...

My union's got 10,000 members.

10,000 members!

The Brooklyn plant canned, what, a
couple of hundred? It's not worth my time.

Eddie, whose time is it worth?

Are you charging
me with something?

Cragen: No, no, we're not.

But maybe the
US Attorney's office

would be interested in
those consulting fees.

Boys who worked the plant,

had a couple of hotheads there.

Unemployment
bennies are running out.

Some of them have
nothing left to lose.

Pedaski, D'Vorkin,
Vilanis and Black.

Man: Closed meeting, fellas.

Oh, yeah? We won't go in,

we'll just listen
at the doorway.

Speaker: nothing we can do
about unemployment benefits.

Local 8157, official
business. Get lost.

Shield 9215, ditto.

Speaker: We are scheduled to
meet with department of labor reps

the first of the month.
Everything takes time.

My recommendation is therefore to work
with the Economic Development Council

and the State
Insurance Commissioner

- to save what...
- The Insurance Commissioner

wouldn't know a tool and dime
maker from a cheeseburger.

You want the floor, Simon?

What happened to our pension
plan shouldn't ever, ever,

have happened in this country!

We paid into it for 40 years,

and now that
policy in your hand...

You may as well
wipe your ass with it.

It's useless!

Man: You tell him,
Simon! You tell him!

Let's hear it for
the rank and file.

We trusted the
politicians, the managers,

and those clowns on 52nd
Street with their expensive suits

that we paid for with our dues!

We all know you want to
overthrow Palmieri, Simon.

Overthrow nothing!

How about throwin'
him in the East River?!

That's right! You tell him!

So, Mr. Vilanis, what
happened to your pension plan?

Before McFadden
closed the plant,

he took our contributions,

invested them in junk
bonds. The market today,

we're lucky to get
10¢ on the dollar.

Were you serious back there about
dumping the union heads in the river?

Yeah, right. I shot
McFadden in the back, too.

- In the head.
- In the head!

I wish. You serious?

Well, at this point,
you're the best we have.

You have an alibi, Simon?

Well, I was drinking
in Nooch's in Red Hook

till closing time, probably.

Same as most nights.

Are you sure about that?

Either there or St. Eligius
Hospital in Brooklyn.

Every other Thursday's
party time at the clinic.

Oh...

here we go.

The old owners, they got
their ounce of flesh, definitely.

But they also offered us a
99-year lease at 150 per month.

150 bucks? Those
were the good old days.

Then McFadden and his
bean counters got into the act.

First thing they
did was discover

$120 million in hidden assets,

i.e. 20 buildings
just like that one.

But you had a lease?

99 years...

Or until there was no longer
an Evans plant in Brooklyn.

He closes shop,

he's got a lot of real estate.

Up there.

Top floor.

Only two bedrooms,

but we raised three kids
and we got along somehow.

Today it's luxury condos
for the upwardly mobile exec.

Hell, he just tossed
you people out, huh?

Naturally we couldn't come
up with the down payment.

Now the economy's down the john,

even the yuppies
can't afford the luxury.

The McFaddens of the world
leave a lot of wreckage behind.

You don't know the half of it.

Your doctor, Simon?

My doctor? Dr. Bergman.

You mind if we talk to him?

Her. Her.

Go ahead.

She's a laugh a minute.

Alveolar carcinoma
of the right lung.

Logan: Which is?

Consolidation of the air spaces.

It's a tumor... lung cancer.

What's that from,
two packs a day?

Could be. Could also be 30 years

of breathing in God knows what
chemicals floating around that factory.

- And the prognosis?
- Cough. Profuse sputum,
often blood streaked.

Untreated, a patient can
survive up to nine months.

With treatment the overall
survival rate is still less than 10%.

- Damn.
- That's the good news.

Bad news is, I doubt Mr. Vilanis can
afford to keep up the chemo much longer.

- But insurance would cover it.
- Sure, if he had it.

Excuse the pun, but his
life savings is saving his life.

Or prolonging it, anyway.

And he certainly doesn't
seem like the kind of guy

who rolls over
CD's for a living.

Treatment's expensive.
How much longer can it last?

Thursday night, was he here?

The man's prompt.
Checked in at 8:00.

Cerreta: And what, out by 9:00?

Does this look like Lennox Hill?

This is a clinic. First come,
first serve. Thursday was busy.

I saw Mr. Vilanis at 11:30.

So Vilanis left
the clinic at 12:30.

He hops into a cab, blows
McFadden away at 5:00.

- What's the problem?
- The man is dying.

Which means he
has nothing to lose.

McFadden took his job, his
money, his house, his health.

Sounds like
McFadden deserved it.

Well, your guy Vilanis

is not exactly St.
Thomas either.

Four months ago, assault.

Vilanis was arrested for
tossing an egg at McFadden.

- Charges were dropped, but...
- But what?

McFadden died of
egg shells in the brain?

There's also a weapons
charge in Brooklyn.

That was four years ago, Donnie.

I think we're spinning
our wheels with Vilanis.

We're hassling
this poor little guy

while these rich yahoos are
laughing all the way to the bank.

Well, unless you
got something better,

why don't you check out
the charges in Brooklyn?

If it's not too much trouble,
take Robin Hood here with you.

Vilanis, Simon J.,

arrested 1988 for CPW three.

Knocked down to
prohibited use of a weapon.

Judge gave him a
conditional discharge.

Apparently, it's an
Easter Sunday tradition

with your Greek Orthodoxes.

A few ouzos and they're
taking a few shots at the moon.

Not realizing what goes
up must come down.

Stupid, but in this
case, a misdemeanor.

He had a permit.

Could I have the serial number?

Yeah.

AJ739921.

Smith and Wesson, .38 caliber.

Thanks, Art.

Let's hope that Simon's
Smith and Wesson

is in his bedside
table next to Gideon.

- I was half in the bag.
- But an egg?

Well, it seemed like a
good idea at the time.

A message to McFadden.

You should have seen that egg...

it was dripping down his face.

You sure you want
to fire one of those up?

This has nothing to do with it.

It's that damn air in the plant.

36 years.

Well, maybe if you
talk to a lawyer, huh?

That's another part
of the conspiracy.

That shyster on Madison,
he saw me coming.

$5,000 non-refundable retainer.

"A case like this," he said,

"must be worth 10
million minimum."

So I write him a check.

And?

The guy gets in a cab and he
goes out to the plant with his expert.

He comes back, he says to me,

"Sorry, no case."

"Why?"

"Because what you got
could have been caused

just by breathing
the air in Brooklyn."

That's it?

He sent me a bill for the cab.

Simon, your gun...

Do you mind if we
have a look at it?

If you can find it.

It disappeared a
couple of weeks ago.

Thursday the 23rd,
my night to get chemo.

And you reported it, I hope.

Reported it?

This is the third time
they broke into this dump.

The first time they broke in,
they took my television set.

The cops came out,
they said, "It's too bad."

The next time they broke
in, they took my record player,

the cops didn't even show up.

The third time...

Cerreta: What do you say
we go down to the station?

Maybe somebody turned
it in. Maybe you get lucky.

Yeah, maybe
I'll win the lottery.

Logan: We'll just go have a
little talk with the super, okay?

Detective Mike Logan.
Sorry to bother you.

Did you see anybody
suspicious hanging around

Mr. Vilanis' apartment
two weeks ago Thursday?

No. No?

You're positive?

- Yeah.
- He never sees anything

till the first of the month.

Then his eyesight improves.

It's worth a shot, but if
he really did kill McFadden,

you think he's going
to identify his own gun?

He's an honorable
man, you never know.

Right. He was George
Washington in a previous life?

- Come on, Phil.
- We're up.

Listen, I don't
have to tell you,

a lot of guys are dying to talk.

We'll see.

Take your time.

It looked like this.

I don't know. But mine
never had any tape.

Make sure, Simon.

He's not sure. Not yet.

Well, maybe this will help.

The FBI retrieved six of the
eight filed off serial numbers.

It's his gun, for sure.

I think you better tell
your friend to call a lawyer.

And Phil, don't forget
to read him his rights.

Oh, Simon.

I'm getting behind
here, Counselor.

May I ask why Mr. Vilanis
refuses to enter a plea?

He wants to represent himself.

I hate pro se cases.

Did he bring his own soapbox,

or does he expect the
Court to provide one?

Robinette: The People
aren't thrilled either, Judge.

By the time he learns the rules of
procedure, we'll all have gray hair.

Meaning what? He's stalling?

Always a good tactic.

Mr. Vilanis can't
afford to stall.

- He's dying of lung cancer.
- I've read his file, Miss Cantwell.

I'm going to enter
a not guilty plea

on the defendant's behalf.

I'd appreciate it if you'd act

as the man's ad hoc advisor.

Of course.

I suggest ROR.

The man needs
chemotherapy every Thursday.

Any arguments, Paul?

Schiff: What's the problem?

Vilanis' that sick, take
a plea. Get it over with.

You don't think I tried?

You got enough
to convict, or what?

Stone: Motive,
ample opportunity.

The brokerage firm
was so unsecured,

he could have strolled right in.

- Plus, the FBI ballistics report.
- Get a trial date.

- Get it over with quick, easy.
- It may not be that easy.

I used to pick up my grandfather

and bring him home
after his chemo treatments.

Yeah. And?

All he could do afterwards was
puke his guts out and fall into bed.

Let me talk to the man.

I checked with Dr. Bergman
at St. Eligius, Simon.

She said the floor
was jammed that night,

the night McFadden was hit.

She didn't get around to
you till almost midnight.

I shouldn't be talking
to you without a lawyer.

You're representing
yourself, Simon, remember?

- You're your own lawyer.
- Oh, yeah.

And then she gave you
a dose of doxorubicin.

- Yeah.
- And a 120 milligrams
of cisplatinum?

- Oh, yeah.
- That's heavy chemotherapy.

Way too heavy to then go out and
stalk somebody and then shoot him.

So what's the story?

What's with this
pro se nonsense?

I want my day in court

to show what that
bastard did to us.

But you didn't kill McFadden.

Nope.

But I'd make a
hell of a scapegoat.

Me and my big mouth.

When your gun was stolen,

did they break in, or what?

Somebody picked the lock or...

Or had a key.

Listen, I pay 900 bucks
a month for this dump.

Who could afford to
hand out spare keys?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

When your health
insurance crapped out,

wasn't there anyone
you could turn to?

The Labor Department.

Occupational illness.

But I wasn't their number
one priority, shall we say.

Robinette: It's not
just Simon Vilanis.

A couple hundred workers
had their health plans gutted.

We're well aware of that.

And Mr. Vilanis' tragic
story is also well known to us.

You can stonewall
him. Don't try it with me.

- He told you that?
- Yeah.

- Figures.
- I don't know if you've heard,
but the man's in a lot of trouble.

That's what I'm trying to say.

He thinks no one listens
to him, but far from it.

- Okay, you listen.
- Listen ed.

I turned our investigation over to the
Justice Department for prosecution.

Who at Justice?

Fella named Cousins in
the bank fraud division.

He got involved because McFadden
used the workers' health fund

to finance one of his takeovers.

- He and some bank
he had in his pocket.
- What bank?

Bank of the Five Boroughs.

But you'd better
talk to Cousins.

If you can find him.

Last I heard, they
shut down his office.

Budget cut.

When was that?

When he was this close
to indicting McFadden.

We talking bank fraud or murder?

Or don't we know anymore?

I'm looking for a connection.

Apparently, the victim
was about to be indicted.

Apparently? What's going on?

Robinette: The
case is getting bigger.

McFadden was the
classic '80s shark.

He'd go after old
companies that were failing,

take whatever was
worth salvaging.

In this case, it's the worker's
housing, health and pension funds.

Which he then invested into
high-risk bonds that took a nosedive.

After that, he would
dump the company

and the lending institution
would write off the loss.

Sure. Someone at the bank
was profiting from the takeover.

Who?

The lender was the
Bank of the Five Boroughs.

These are the officers.

Adam?

- What?
- I know that bank.

Dwight Corcoran is the chairman.

Governor Corcoran?

Former Secretary of State,
Ambassador to England?

- That Corcoran?
- That Corcoran.

He and I cut our teeth
together... in politics

right out of law school.

Why isn't his name listed
as an officer of the bank?

The man is 68.

I doubt if he's in there
counting bills every day.

Well, what happened, I guess,

is someone got wind of
McFadden's pending indictment,

figured he'd panic, take a plea.

Schiff: Only Justice would
be privy to that information.

Someone at the bank got nervous.

This murder could
have been pre-emptive.

Robinette: We find
the leak at Justice

and we squeeze
him to find the killer.

Yeah, where is that
Justice investigator now?

Cousins his name?

Doing pro bono work
down on Liberty Street.

I've called there
twice, he's never in.

Try him again.

I'll see what I can find
out from the other end.

You leave the
Justice Department,

you can get hired
on Park Avenue.

Yeah, sure. I can
represent banks.

I'm an expert, after all.

I'll take widows and orphans
hurt by exploding toasters.

Maybe I don't sleep better,

but at least I like getting
out of bed in the morning.

Who was in bed with
Marshall McFadden?

Half of official Washington.

They stay under
the covers together?

I'd hear about a file at the
IRS. "Whoops. Misplaced."

Comptroller of the Currency, they
treat me like I was stealing silverware.

I thought you had
compiled sufficient evidence.

I was ready to indict McFadden

with eight counts of bank fraud.

Next thing I knew, they were
changing the locks on my office door.

They? They.

Told me it was budgetary.

Before you were shut
down, who was on your staff?

I'll need names, addresses.

Ben Turner, he
moved over to HUD.

Kevin Morehead, he's at
Trott & Donovan, Park Avenue.

Mike McNeer, I hear,
maybe a monastery.

You got this wrong.

Nobody in my office told anybody
we were indicting McFadden.

Let's hope so.

40 years, Adam.

Did we ever back a winner?

We backed you for Governor.

That was a hell of a lot
different than backing.

Without your brilliant
political strategies,

I'd have never seen Albany.

Don't act so modest.

If you'd run my second campaign,

maybe I wouldn't have
been a one-term wonder.

Made your mark in other ways.

The road less traveled.

No regrets here.

Then why the sudden
turn into banking?

Maybe this is a
battle I can win.

You know, our contemporaries,

they're not just the
captains of industry.

- They're the generals.
- Envy?

Ridiculous.

With your record,

they're gonna be naming
junior high schools after you.

My children, their children.

When my time has
come, I'd like to give them

more than a folded
American flag.

The bank asked me
to sit on the board.

My name... to them
it's worth a lot of money.

Dwight, is there anything I should
know about your bank's business?

Adam, we've been friends...

for more than four decades.

If there was anything...

believe me, you'd
be the first to know.

Thank you.

I've done complete bios
on everyone involved

in the McFadden investigation.

Rappoport and McNeer have no
apparent connection to anyone at the bank.

And Morehead?

Inherited his blue
blood from his old man

who's currently the senior
partner at Tyler & Jones.

And guess who ran their international
department back in the early '70s?

- Dwight Corcoran?
- Whose biggest client at the time

was a young British
upstart named...

Marshall McFadden.

I want Mr. Morehead

in my office first thing
tomorrow morning.

So there was a leak.

What is this, slow
news day around here?

You're the only
one who was privy

to the pending
indictment of McFadden

and connected to
Dwight Corcoran.

Stone: We know what
you did, Mr. Morehead.

The only remaining issue is how
many years you'll spend in prison.

Wait a minute.

Even if I did speak
out of school,

your office has no jurisdiction
in that area and you know it.

You don't understand.

We are charging you as
an accomplice to murder.

- You can't do that.
- Yes, I can, sir.

And I most definitely will.

Full immunity.
State and Federal.

How you work it
out is your problem.

You got to keep this
in perspective. It was...

the crazy '80s.

Banks were floating loans to
every creep in a three-piece suit.

Five Boroughs was no different.

200 million in failed
loans since '82.

Only someone at Five Boroughs
was making a lot of money

because of the bad
loans to McFadden.

- I never thought
it was Corcoran.
- Then why the leak?

I grew up believing that Dwight
Corcoran was a good man,

and I wanted to let him know
that he was being investigated

so he could disassociate
himself from the bank.

I never thought...

I had nothing to
do with any murder.

You look like the messenger
who's afraid he's gonna be killed.

I'm afraid the message
might kill the recipient.

Well?

Paul connected one of the
staff lawyers in Cousins' office

with one of the
bank officers, all right.

Apparently, the man's father

was Corcoran's law
partner back in the '50s.

He told Corcoran about the
pending indictment on McFadden?

I'm afraid so, Adam.

Don't be.

"No fear, no favor."

You know, that's an old liberal
muckraker's campaign slogan.

As a result of these
preliminary findings,

my office will begin a
full scale investigation

of fraud in the
banking industry.

We're specifically targeting

what may amount to nearly $700
million worth of fraudulent loans.

That concludes my statement.

I'm ready for questions.

I've heard that the Bank
of the Five Boroughs

might be a target
of your investigation.

Could you comment?

Any bank within the
jurisdiction of this office

might be a target.

Do you have specific information
about the Five Boroughs?

Yes.

Will you also be targeting
individual bank officers?

Yes.

How far up the ladder
are you prepared to go?

The investigation will
go wherever it goes.

Governor Corcoran is chairman
of the Five Boroughs, is he not?

That's our understanding.

Isn't it true you have a long-standing
relationship with the Governor?

Yes. Friendship is no
guarantee of immunity.

Friends doesn't mean he'll
get preferential treatment.

You want your own lecture, Adam?

It's not about the
conflict of interest.

It's about the
appearance of conflict.

The press already has you
and Corcoran joined at the hip.

And why throw fuel on the fire?

We recuse ourselves,

the Appellate Division
appoints a special prosecutor.

Recusal's mandatory

only if there's a business
relationship with the defendant.

Dwight was my friend. My
friend and my political ally.

Still, we don't recuse,

we may compromise the
perceived integrity of this office.

Not if we convict
the son of a bitch.

Get me a smoking gun.

Start at the bottom.

Somebody broke into
Vilanis' apartment that night.

Well, were you home
that night or not?

No, I wasn't home.

You told the police you
didn't see anything suspicious.

If you weren't here, how'd
you see anything at all?

Lying to the police is a felony.

It's called obstruction.

All right. There was a guy.

He said he was a buddy of
Vilanis, you know, from the union.

What did he want?

He said Vilanis sent him over

to get some things
from his room.

Some papers for their meeting.

And you let him in?

He had a union button,
you know, on his jacket.

You see him take
anything out of the room?

I wasn't paying attention.

You pay attention to
what he looked like?

He had black hair, cowboy boots.

You know, with the metal tips.

He was a piece of work.

- You want some juice?
- No, thanks.

Well, it sounds like Joey Boots.

That's Joey Palmieri,
the Hoboken cowboy.

Palmieri? Any relation to Eddie
Palmieri, the head of the union?

Are you suggesting
there's nepotism

in Local 8157?

That's Eddie Palmieri's cousin.

His whacko cousin.

He takes orders from Eddie?

He's supposed to
work for the union,

but a little arm twisting
and a little leg breaking,

Joey's your man.

Why? What did he do now?

That's still an open question.

You guys are
nuts. Vilanis is nuts.

All that hackin' knocked
his screws loose.

You deny you were in his room?

- Sure I deny it.
- You work for Local 8157?

- Is that correct, Mr. Palmieri?
- That's right.

And you take orders from
your cousin, Eddie Palmieri?

I take orders from
the rank and file.

Just what do you do
for the rank and file, sir?

I promote union
solidarity and discipline.

You're both Palmieris.
Don't give us that.

He is my cousin, he's
not my Siamese twin.

His life does not concern me.

He breaks in, steals a gun,

uses the gun to kill a guy
who's lining your pockets...

It'd concern me.

Joey Boots killed
McFadden. We know that.

And we also know that
he took orders from you.

Wait a minute.

You got proof
Joey offed the guy,

I'll testify against him myself.

As for the money, we
already told the cops.

- It's totally above board.
- McFadden pays you...

McFadden gave me shinola.
It was his wife's foundation.

- I did some consulting.
- You expect me to believe that?

- You sold out your union.
- I tried to save my union.

There's a recession going on. We
make cutbacks or we walk the streets.

The letter to the
bank was legit.

The payment was legit. And
you want my cousin Joey?

Why don't you give him
a migraine for a change?!

The union boss was the link.

Eddie Palmieri facilitated deals
between McFadden and Corcoran's bank.

Not enough. I want
a smoking gun.

His cousin was the trigger man.

I want a smoking
gun with fingerprints!

What about the
payment... $100,000?

The check was made
out to Palmieri personally.

Unfortunately, he's still
sticking by his consulting story.

Then we need more.

A check signed by McFadden
himself, that's not enough?

No.

Well, it wasn't
McFadden himself.

It was a foundation, remember?

The Ann McFadden Foundation.

The what?

The Ann McFadden
Foundation for Cancer Research.

I gave them a $1,000
every year for five years.

That foundation.

One year, we were on the
banquet committee together.

Him?

Dwight Corcoran.

Trustee of the Foundation.

He had to approve all checks.

So it was Corcoran who
paid Palmieri, not McFadden.

Then that money
had to be for the hit.

And no way Corcoran
wants to do heavy jail time.

A little push, he'll
give us the Palmieris.

That's exactly what I
want you to tell Palmieri.

You want us to deal
Eddie and Joey?

I want Corcoran.

So you cajoled Mr. Vilanis' landlord
into letting you in, and then what?

Then I found the guy's gun.

I taped the handle
and the trigger

and stuck it in my pocket.

Back home, I filed
the numbers down.

Stone: And you used the
gun to kill Mr. McFadden, right?

That's right.

Why did you use Mr. Vilanis
as your scapegoat?

The guy had a big mouth.

Everybody in the union
knew he hated McFadden,

'cause he took over the company

and ran it into
the ground and all.

And?

Plus he's dying of
cancer, so what the hell?

What's he gonna care, right?

Who paid you to do the hit?

My cousin Eddie.

Tell me, Mr. Palmieri,

do you recognize
People's Exhibit 37-M?

Yes, I do.

It is a check for
$100,000 made out to you

and drawn from the account of
the Ann McFadden Foundation.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

On the books it was supposed
to pay for my union people

to set up the tables and
stuff for the annual banquet.

The Foundation's annual banquet?

Yeah, that's right.

Mr. Corcoran had the check
signed by the secretary.

Objection! Outside the scope of
the witness' knowledge, Your Honor.

Stone: Let me
rephrase the question.

How did this check
get into your hands, sir?

I was having dinner
at Park's Steak House,

and Mr. Corcoran came in
and joined me for dessert.

Then what happened?

He gave me the check.

He told me to take care of the
problem that we had discussed earlier.

What problem?

McFadden's indictment.

He said if McFadden goes
down he'll name names,

and we'll all go down with him.

- So the check wasn't
for setting up tables?
- What, are you kidding?

It was to kill Marshall
McFadden, right?

Objection!

Withdrawn.

Stone: Tell me, Mr. Palmieri,

why did Mr. Corcoran

pay you $100,000?

You know.

It was to kill the
English guy... McFadden.

Thank you.

Mr. Corcoran, can we
get a statement from you?

George, bring him
around the back stairs.

Thank you, Adam. Thank you.

I could use a friend.

Always did, Dwight.

That was always the problem.