All language subtitles for Law & Order s15e20 Tombstone.eng

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.

I can't take this much longer.
I billed 310 hours last month.

I billed 326.

How many all nighters?

Five.
Seven.

I finally thought I had some
free time tonight, you know,

so I took Karina to dinner.

The braless editor?
Exactly.

So we're sipping Pinot
at ll Cantanori, flirting.

Uh-huh, and Schnell calls.

He starts screaming in my ear,
"Get back to the office now."

I tell him, "I'm on a date.
I just ordered dinner."

Yeah, and he says,
"Get a doggy bag."

Used that on me
last month.

Oh, I'd like to cut
his tiny little hands off.

Let's face it,
this place is evil.

0h. my God!

Call 911!

Jacquelyn Ogden,
lawyer, 28.

Who found the body?
Two other lawyers.

3:05 a.m. Exactly.

What were they doing here so late?
Working.

They said it's normal.

I knew there was a reason
I didn't go to law school.

Looks like she got hit in the head with
one of these. They call 'em "tombstones."

My sister's a lawyer,
one of these big firms.

The murder weapon's
been wiped down.

Tom bstones? They close a deal,
everybody gets a trophy.

Oh, it's like little league.
We oughta do that.

Make a homicide pinch,
you get a tombstone.

Hey, is it as obvious
as it looks?

Blunt force trauma,
probably fractured her skull.

ED: You got
a time of death?

Between 10:00 p.m.
and 1:00 a.m.

Any defensive wounds,
scratches?

None.

Any sign
of sexual assault?

Nothing obvious.
We'll do a rape kit.

But she might've had sex sometime
yesterday or last night.

Her underwear has something on
it that looks like semen stains.

We'll let you know.

Thanks.

Not exactly premeditated. Conference
room, a lot of people around.

She gets clobbered
with one of these.

Jackie Ogden's
last tombstone.

There are 700 attorneys
that work at that joint.

How many were working
between ten and one?

Uh, 84.
Eighty-four?

Uh-huh. Plus 72 typists,
proofreaders and paralegals.

How many were men?

Of all of them, 95.
Video?

Yeah, in the lobbies, the elevators
and the gym, but that's it.

M.E. finish the rape kit?

Yeah, and looks like
the sex was consensual.

There was semen on the body
and the underwear,

but there were no bruises,
scratches or tears.

And that it had to have happened at
the firm. She signed in at 7:00 a.m.,

didn't leave
the building all day.

There's no way to know when.

Could be ten minutes, ten
hours before she was killed.

What do we know about her?

She's 28, she's single,

she works 15 hours a day,
seven days a week.

Family?

ED: She's got a sister.
Her mother's dead.

Her father's in a
nursing home in Queens.

Where'd she live?
Tribeca.

Have her sister
meet you there.

Bellissimo Day Spa.

Yeah, she was scheduled for a
salt glow at 1:00 on Saturday.

It's nice to know she took some
personal time on the weekend.

Hey, listen to this.

"Dear Jackie, our careers
should not impede our passion.

"Love is primal, not cerebral,
instinctive not learned.

"Not a day passes that I don't
long for the touch of your skin

"and the taste
of your essence."

My God, that's horrible.

Did Lover boy sign it?

No. Just an initial,

I don't blame him. If I wrote something
that bad, I wouldn't sign it either.

Miss Ogden?

Nancy.

Hi. I'm Detective Green, this is
my partner, Detective Fontana.

Thank you for meeting us.

We're really sorry
for your loss.

Thank you.

Is there anything you can
tell us about your sister

that might help us figure out
what happened to her?

Iwouldn't know,
she was always working

I hardly saw her.

When was the last time
you two talked?

I guess the last time we
spoke was around Christmas.

FONTANA: She ever mention
her love life?

FONTANA: Ma'am?

I don't know if she had one.

All she ever talked about
was that law firm.

All the hours she was working,
how prestigious it was,

how she couldn't wait
to make partner.

There was no man in her life
that you knew about?

The only man she ever mentioned
was this big-shot partner.

Do you think she
was seeing him?

I don't think so. He was a lot older.
More like a mentor.

ED: Do you remember
his name?

Uh. Fogg, with two G's.

That's the way Jackie
always referred to him.

"Fogg with two G's called
me into his office today."

"I ran into Fogg
with two G's in the hall.

"He actually
remembered my name."

She was fixated on him.

Jackie had a brilliant future
in front of her.

I hired her myself,
right out of Yale.

Did you two work together?

Peripherally, yes.

I don't have much direct contact
with thejunior attorneys.

ED: Who did she work with?

Lots of people.

Our transactions are staffed with six or
seven attorneys as a matter of course.

Was she dating
anyone at the firm?

That would be against
company policy.

You've got a lot of very intense
young people thrown together,

high pressure, long hours,
it's bound to happen.

You should talk to her office mate.
If anyone would know.

They spent 80 hours a week together in
a very small, very windowless office.

She was brilliant,
not to mention compassionate.

She worked on pro bono cases,
did volunteer work.

The ideal New York woman.

Was she dating anybody?

Yes, but she wouldn't
tell me who.

Why so secretive?

She thought it would
damage her career.

A co-worker maybe?
Maybe.

We have a fairly strict rule
against intra-firm dating.

Well, rules or no rules, there had to be
plenty of dudes popping in and out here

who'd like to get
with somebody like Jackie.

Two or three a day,
not that I minded.

Well, who visited the most?

You're asking me who I think
Jackie was sleeping with?

There you go. No wonder
he gets 300 an hour.

Four-twenty. And his
name's Stuart Arlen.

Overpaid.

It was three months ago. It just
kind of happened. It was here.

At the gym?

In one of
the relaxation suites.

Relaxation suites?

Yeah, on the 20th floor. We have
rooms with couches and showers,

just in case you need a nap when
you're pulling an all nighter.

Or maybe a little
R and R maybe?

It's been known to happen.

So that was it? One night
in the relaxation suite?

I tried to keep it going,
but she wasn't interested.

But you still kept
dropping by her office.

She was hot, okay?

Notjust law-firm, "big fish
in a small pond" hot, either.

I'm talking totally legit,
"south of 14th Street" hot.

You worked late
the night she was murdered?

Not that late. I think
I left around 11:00.

11:22, according
to the sign-out sheet.

Were you working with anybody?
No.

Were you on
the 40th floor?

I don't think so.
You don't think so.

A paralegal said she saw you near
Jackie's office around 10:00.

Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry. I was looking
for this first year, Rich Grossman.

His office, right next door
to Jackie's.

But you didn't see her?

Why don't we just cut to the chase here?
I didn't kill her.

And I didn't see
anything odd.

You want details,
talk to her "FISP."

Her what?

Mentor. It's an acronym. "Fogg
indentured Servitude Program."

This "FISP" have a name?

We worked together
for about a year.

That's it? You just worked?

Oh, we weren't involved romantically,
if that's what you mean.

I've noticed that everyone else has
a diploma on the wall but you.

Oh, that's because everyone
else went to Harvard or Yale.

But me, Hofstra.

The first and only alum
to get an interview here.

Good for you.

Hey listen. What time did you leave
here the night Jackie was killed?

I signed out a few minutes
after midnight.

Did you see Jackie
at all that night?

Around 8:00. I dropped by her
office to leave some documents.

Did she say or do
anything unusual?

Not that I noticed. But I've
been preoccupied lately.

FONTANA:
Well, why's that?

I'm up for partner
in two weeks.

So I've been pretty nuts,

working non-stop,
trying to finish strong.

Did you ever write
Jackie a love letter?

A love letter? No.

How about any
of your colleagues?

Any of them have
a crush on her?

Well, I did hear a rumor that she
was seeing this guy, Kenny Peluso.

ED: He's a lawyer?

No, hardly.

It felt good to have a broad like
that interested in a guy like me,

you know?

But as far as her murder goes,
I have no idea what happened.

How many security guards
were working last night?

Fifteen.

All of them former
police officers like yourself?

Yeah, mostly.

And nobody saw a thing?

Guess not.

Well, what were
you guys doing?

Playing poker all night?

We've been known to socialize,

but we all walk our assigned
floors every hour or so.

Who was assigned
to the 40th floor?

Me, as a matter of fact.

You? You were assigned to the 40th
floor and you didn't see a thing?

I saw what I always saw. A bunch
of unhappy, over-educated kids

running around like
the world's about to end.

So Why'd you stop
seeing Jackie?

You kidding me?

She dumped you?

Moment she found out
I was married.

Go figure.

Did you see her
after that?

Yeah, we had coffee, you know.
She was a lot of fun.

Hey, did she ever talk
about any other guys?

I know she was friends with some punk,
actor-model type. Guy named Quinn.

FONTANA:
That a first or last name?

Both, as far as I know.

I hate the guy already.

Hey, listen, we're gonna need to get
into her voice mail, and her computer.

All right.

FONTANA: You were just friends?
QUINN: Friends.

Nothing more than that?

No, no. I wish.
But, uh...

Why'd you call her
three times yesterday?

Look, man. Uh, yeah,
she was looking.

I want to help out, all right?
I really do. But, uh...

Look, man, relax. Relax.
We're homicide. Not narcotics.

Why do you say that?

We ran your sheet, man.
Criminal possession,

sale of a controlled
substance. Cocaine.

She was wiped out.

Busting her behind
20 hours a day, every day.

Needed a little motivation. Sol
provided a little something for her.

Did you drop it off
at the firm?

Around 7:00.
You sign in?

Yeah. I used a fake name,
though. "Antonio Montana."

(LATCH OPENING)

Hey, man. Hey, hey, hey.
Uh-oh.

What's this?

I'm a magician. Part-time.

Well, this doesn't look
like a rabbit to me.

It's just X, man.

Well, in case nobody
told you, X is illegal.

So is selling coke.

So, unless you wave your magic
wand and make this stuff vanish,

you're going to be spending
the night in a holding cell,

entertaining some of the
boys down at the tombs.

I understand it's a tough crowd.
Um-hmm.

What do you want to know?

Who Jackie Ogden
was sleeping with.

She was seeing some CEO dude from
some big Fortune 500 company.

Keep talking.
It hasn't vanished just yet.

She was worried
she might get fired

if anybody at the firm
found out about it.

I can still see it, Quinny.

Look, man. She was going to
break up with him, all right?

When?

The day she got killed.

This "CEO dude"
got a name?

No clue. Now, see,
that's too bad.

Hey, man, look. The name of the
company was Unicorn, all right?

Mr. Anders?

Detective Green,
this is Detective Fontana.

Is this about Jackie Ogden?

Yes, it is. When was
the last time you saw her?

The day she was killed.

Where?

Cromwell Moore.

I had a meeting
with Nathan Fogg,

then I stopped by
Jackie's office to say hi.

To say hi or to have sex?

Is that relevant?
Oh, we think it is.

Of course, we could talk at our office,
if that's more convenient for ya.

Yeah. We had sex.

Where? In her office?

Vacant conference room.

Which one?

I don't know,
on the 40th floor, I guess.

That was the room
she was murdered in.

Oh, my God.

Okay, so what time was it
that you had sex with her?

Around 5:00. ED: And when
did you leave the building?

5:15.

Pretty quick on the draw,
there, aren't you, Will?

I had to catch a flight to London.
Out of Teterboro.

Listen, would you be willing
to give us a DNA sample?

If it will help your
investigation, absolutely.

"Mr. Teterboro's"
alibi check out?

Yeah. Took off
on a G-five at 7:15,

spent two nights
in London at the Savoy.

Yeah, but we have
a better health plan.

Hey, that DNA come back?

Here it is now.

So is our boy Anders a match?

For the semen.
Not the fetus.

The what?

Victim was
four weeks pregnant.

And if it isn't Anders?

We got zip.

Except for the fact that
whoever the bad guy is,

he's somehow affiliated
with Cromwell Moore.

And that the victim had
at least two office affairs.

The over-under is six.
I'll take the over.

So she was
four weeks pregnant?

Uh-huh. Odds are the
father works at the firm.

He'd have to.
She practically lived there.

But how we gonna
identify him?

DNA dragnets are tricky,
Lieutenant.

That's why I'm here.

I thought the courts
haven't addressed this yet.

They haven't.
So it's not illegal

Nor legal.
Just unchallenged.

That's what they
have hearings for.

But in the meantime,
I think we should go for it.

Sounds kind of aggressive.

Nothing wrong with aggressive.

Except when
it's unconstitutional.

To ask every male
who was on the premises

between 10:00 and 1:00
for his DNA seems invasive.

You can ask
for anything you want,

as long as it's voluntary.

Voluntary?

"Excuse me, sir. I was wondering
if you'd give up some saliva

"so I can figure out
if you killed Jackie Ogden.

"Now, you don't
have to say yes,

"but if you don't,
I'll assume you're a suspect

"and make your life
a living hell."

How long have
you been doing this?

All I'm saying is, I think there are some
significant Fourth Amendment issues.

All I'm saying is we're out of leads and
this is a strategy that makes sense...

Do what you need to do,
Lieutenant.

But make sure
your people tread lightly

and that they advise prospective
donors this is merely a request,

and that the results
will be destroyed

and not entered into
any DNA databases.

Understood.

Come on, Stu,
it's just a swab.

It's just fascist
and unconstitutional.

Well, if you're innocent,
what's the big deal?

Oh, come on.
Don't play that game with me.

It's no game. Trust me.

Is that a threat?

Why, no, Mr. Arlen,
that's not a threat.

A threat would be more like...

If you mouth off to us one more
time, I'm gonna break yourjaw.

And when you're on the ground,
I'm gonna kick you in your ribs

until you spit blood,
you cheap shyster.

That would be a threat.

This is more like a request.

Well, when you put it that
way, the answer's still no.

No problem.

Thanks.

That's the kind of civic minded
attitude we've been looking for.

Anything else?

Yeah, could you talk to
some of your colleagues?

They seem a little reluctant
to help us out.

You want me to convince
a bunch of snotty lawyers

to voluntarily relinquish
their constitutional rights?

If it's so terrible,
Why'd you agree?

To get you off my back.

Twenty-two "yeses," 47 "gee, I'd
like to, but it's unconstitutional,"

and 27 "go to hell,
I'm calling the ACLU."

Well, it's better
than I thought.

The lawyers were mostly no's.

The yeses were civilians
like security, maintenance.

That love letter
lead anywhere?

Negative for latents.
We're working on the DNA.

And what about
her LUDS at her office?

That woman got more calls
than my Uncle Stevey.

The bookie?

"Odds-maker."

Lieutenant, good news.
We found him.

I'm the father of her what?
Oh, yeah.

I had no idea
she was even pregnant.

You're sure it's me?
Positive.

You don't think I killed her, do you?
I mean, come on, guys.

Where'd you go when you left
the office that night?

Home. Watching TV
with my wife.

Can we talk to her?
Well, she's at work.

Well, when she get home?

Around 6:00.

We're gonna need to ask her
a couple of questions man.

Wow. Do what you got to do.

But if you could leave
out that part about the baby,

Jackie and me,
I'd appreciate it.

You know,
Mo's old-school Irish.

She says a Hail Mary before
she goes to the bathroom.

We're not looking to jam
you up with your wife,

but you gotta
help us out, here.

Well, there was this senior associate
that gave Jackie a bad review

because she wouldn't
screw him.

She said she was gonna
stick it up his ass.

Just because he gave her
a bad report card?

She thought it was gonna be the end
of her career at Cromwell Moore.

What was her plan?

Well, she said she was
talking to a labor lawyer

about filing
a sexual harassment lawsuit.

What's this senior
associate's name?

I gave her a bad review because
she was an average lawyer.

Not because she wouldn't
sleep with me.

Well, if she was
an average lawyer,

why didn't you give her
an average review?

Because average is unacceptable
at Cromwell Moore.

ED: Hmm. Is that right?

We work on the most important
financial transactions in the world.

As such, our clients
demand upper-margin work.

FONTANA:
Upper-margin, huh?

Jackie's work
wasn't even mediocre.

When you gave her that bad
review, did she threaten you?

No. She was always
professional.

She never talked about filing
a sexual harassment suit?

Don't be ridiculous.
Of course not.

All right. Let's talk about
the night of the murder.

You signed out at 12:05?

Yeah, if that's what
the sign-out sheet says.

FONTANA: That's what it says.
And before that?

I was working most
of the night with Nathan Fogg.

Fogg? With two g's.?

So Fogg backs up
Drexler's story?

Pretty much. He says they
were working together

from 10:00 p.m. until
about 11:40 or so.

Well, what about that labor lawyer she
called the day before the murder?

We talked to him this morning.
He said she was seeking advice

on a sexual harassment suit.

She name Drexler
as the defendant?

No. But it had to be him.

According to Peluso.

And the "R" at the bottom of the
worst love letter ever written.

Didn't necessarily
have to be his R.

Yes, it does. Drexler's DNA is all over
the envelope from that love letter.

All right. Get a search
warrant for his apartment.

Congratulations, partner.

Thank you, sir.
You won't regret it.

What are you guys doing here?

A little upper-margin
work of our own.

Ron Drexler, you're under arrest
for the murder of Jackie Ogden.

Detectives?
What's your evidence?

Jackie Ogden's blood
on his trouser.

You're a lawyer. You should've known
to have that suit dry cleaned.

You have the right to remain silent.
Less depletion.

People v. Ronald Drexler.
Murder in the 2nd degree.

How do you plead,
Mr. Drexler?

He pleads not guilty,
Your Honor.

Bail?

Given the gravity
of the crime

and the defendant's
access to capital,

the People seek remand.

My client has
no criminal record.

He's a hard working,
blue-collar kid, YourHonoL

The only capital he has access to
is his modest savings account.

There's no Challenger 600 waiting
to whisk him off to Fiji.

Your point?

We request bail
be set at $100,000.

We have substantial evidence tying
the defendant to the crime.

Of course you do, Miss Borgia.

Bail is set at $1,000,000.

A million dollars?

Relax. You'll be
out in two hours.

BRANCH: Why would Nathan
Fogg post this kid's bail?

Looks like he wants
to control the case,

make sure his firm's reputation
doesn't take a beating at trial.

There's an agenda there somewhere,
that's for sure. You can count on that.

Or maybe it's just
a loyalty thing?

Loyafiy?

Miss Borgia hasn't worked in the
private sector, has she, Jack?

I don't believe she has.

Just make sure your
bases are covered.

Because Rosalie Helton's not
afraid to play in the gutter.

Did you see this? How could
they do this to her?

I'm so sorry. So she dated
different men. So what?

She deserved
what happened to her?

I know. It's upsetting.

They're trying to make her look
like some kind of a whore.

I don't think it will
impact the case.

My sister was a good person.

To have her reputation
trashed like this.

I think that ajury
will see through it.

I hope so.

Predictable line
of defense.

Turn the victim into a tramp
with lots of enemies.

God knows it's worked before.

File a motion to exclude all evidence
pertaining to Jackie's sex life.

It'll be a pretty long motion.

What choice do we have?

You feel like
doing some research?

I assume that's more of a
question than a statement.

You assume correctly. Helton filed
a motion to suppress all evidence

recovered
at Drexler's apartment.

Based on what?

The DNA sample
being unconstitutional.

Like the Lieutenant said
this is what hearings are for.

The detectives told Mr. Drexler
if he didn't provide DNA,

he'd become a suspect in
a murder investigation.

They merely asked if he would
assist them in their investigation.

They repeatedly told
him that it was voluntary.

It's not voluntary when the consequences
of saying no force you to say yes.

Seventy-three of the 95 men
who were asked said no.

The truth is, Mr. Drexler
offered his DNA

because he knew that he was
not the father of the fetus

since he'd never had sex
with the victim.

His plan backfired and now he's trying
to hide behind the constitution.

Your client's a partner in one of
the toniest law firms in the city.

You really think he didn't understand
he had the right to say no?

The day the detectives
requested his DNA,

he'd been up for
36 straight hours,

working on four
separate transactions.

So he was alert enough to oversee several
billion dollars in transactions,

but too frazzled to know that he could
reject a simple request for DNA?

I agree with Mr. McCoy.

Fine let's assume, for the moment, Mr.
Drexler did consent.

He did so only with respect to the fetus.
Not the envelope.

That's absurd.

The detectives said, "if you're not the
father, we'll throw away the DNA."

As such, checking the DNA
against the envelope

after it didn't match the fetus was
beyond the scope of his consent

and therefore
unconstitutional.

I agree.

Mr. Drexler knew that his DNA

would be used for the duration
of the investigation.

Absolutely not. His consent was
specific to the question of paternity.

Take yes for answer, will you?
I said I agree with you.

The evidence recovered from the
defendant's apartment doesn't come in.

Can we win the case without
the blood evidence, Jack?

Drexler's the only person
with a compelling motive

present at the time
of the murder.

What about his alibi?

Claims he was working with
Fogg until midnight or so,

went back to his office, jotted down
a few notes, and left by 12:05.

Does Fogg corroborate this?

More or less.

Says they parted ways
at 11:40.

So if Fogg is
telling the truth,

that gives Drexler
20-odd minutes

to argue with Jackie, kill her,
clean up and leave the building.

Difficult, but not impossible.

Pay a visit to Mr. Fogg.

See if there are any
soft spots to his story.

I interviewed with you
about 25 years ago.

Oh? How did it go?

You looked over my resume,
frowned, and said,

"Decent but
hardly spectacular."

Sounds about right.

Then you said, "So tell me, Mr.
McCoy, why in God's name..."

"Should I grant you
the privilege

of working at the nation's
most prestigious law firm?"

The night Jackie Ogden was killed,
you were working with Ron Drexler?

I've already been through
this with the detectives.

If you'd rather
not discuss it...

Ron and I were working on a high-yield
offering from 10:00 to 11:40.

Doing what?

Revising a prospectus.

Revising a prospectus?

It's a document used
to sell things.

I know what a prospectus is,

I'm just surprised that the most
powerful corporate attorney

in Manhattan was performing
menial labor at 11:40 at night.

I like to keep my hand in.

Fogg's hiding something.

Why do you say that?

He claims he and Drexler
were revising a prospectus.

A prospectus.

How often does Arthur Branch sit next to
you when you draft a motion late at night?

Good point.

Find someone at Cromwell
with an ax to grind.

I know someone who
used to work there.

Bitter?

Absolutely.

Ron Drexler's a great guy. Except
for the whole alleged murder thing.

So he's not a monster?

God, no.

Worked harder than anybody I'd
ever met, 26, 2700 hours a year.

Only vacation he ever took was when his
father had quadruple bypass surgery.

People loved him.

Especially Nathan Fogg.
Why?

He's smart, myopic,
anti-social, tireless.

All the trappings of the
perfect corporate lawyer.

This way.

W hat about F egg'?

He's a legend.

The guy literally invented the
80's-style hostile takeover.

Good 9 "Y?

Sure, if you like hypocritical,
narcissistic, cold-blooded frauds.

And your opinion wouldn't have
anything to do with the fact

that you got passed over
for partner?

Of course it does. But it doesn't
mean I'm not telling the truth.

Can you share
anything specific?

Are we talking
off the record?

I won't mention your name.

See that you don't.
I know this guy at the SEC.

He can tell you everything
you want to know.

I can't get into specifics.

But you can answer a few
simple questions, right?

I guess.

Are you investigating
Nathan Fogg?

Who told you that?

A friend at Cromwell Moore.

It isn't public yet.

But yes.

Is Fogg aware
of the investigation?

He'd have to be.

We subpoenaed him.

He's turned over documents.

Nathan Fogg is conspiring with
Unicorn to commit securities fraud?

The SEC's been investigating
them for the past three months.

Fogg's bill from
the prior fiscal year.

Twenty million.
Pretty steep.

Especially since the firm only billed
five million for time and expenses.

A $15,000,000 premium?

JACK:
Sounds like payola to me.

And you think Drexler knew what
Fogg and Unicorn were up to?

He billed over 7,000 hours to Unicorn
in the past three years. He had to.

Explains why Fogg
would post his bail.

And provide an alibi.

Well, I think we're gonna have to
convince "Brother Fogg" to cooperate.

BRANCH: You got a real problem
on your hands, Nathan.

A problem?

You're about six weeks away
from an indictment.

Excuse me?

I'd prefer not to dance
tonight, If you don't mind.

I'm not trying
to be evasive.

I just don't know
what you're talking about.

The hell you don't. You're
helping Unicorn cook the books.

And the SEC knows it.

How's that? More succinct?

Things have changed since
you practiced law, Arthur.

It's all about numbers.
About business.

You don't generate revenue,
you get squeezed out.

Look, all I care about is
sending Ron Drexler to prison.

And if I can?

I'll do my best to work out a deal
between you and the U.S. Attorney.

But before I do, I've got to be sure
you can help us get a conviction.

I'd need the details of the deal in
writing from the U.S. Attorney first.

Understood.

And if I don't get that
I'll deny I ever said this.

I won't use it against you.

Drexlertold me he killed her.

Enjoy the veal, Nathan.

Arthur,

you talk to
the U.S. Attorney?

I did. Unfortunately, Drexler
and his attorney did too.

What do you mean?

Well, Helton figured out that Fogg
was about to give up Drexler,

so she rushed Drexler into
the U.S. Attorney's office

and told him to sing
like OI' Blue Eyes.

And now the Feds are
so excited to nail Fogg,

they want us to make
a deal with Drexler?

You got it.

And what does the esteemed
U.S. Attorney want us

to offer Mr. Drexler as compensation
for his willingness to testify?

Man One, ten years.

I trust you told the esteemed
U.S. Attorney to go to hell.

I told him I'd discuss it
with my able bureau chief.

Well, we can discuss it,
but the answer is no.

Then I'll tell the U.S. Attorney
where you want him to go.

W hat about F egg'?

What about him?

Shouldn't we let him know that his
surrogate son just threw him under a bus?

The good news, Mr. Fogg, is that the U.S.
Attorney considers you

the most important
corporate lawyer in the city.

The bad news is, because
you're so damn important,

he's not interested
in making a deal.

He would have been more motivated
if your protege, Mr. Drexler,

hadn't revealed the details of your
illicit dealings with Unicorn.

Excuse me?

He sold you out, Mr. Fogg.

He wouldn't do that.

He was staring down a murder two
conviction, he went looking for a deal.

He cashed in the most
valuable chip he had, you.

I see.

Anything else?

Yes. Even though we couldn't work
something out with the Feds,

I still intend
to call you as a witness.

You can call me.
But I won't testify.

I'll subpoena you.

And I'll take the Fifth.

Congratulations.

For what?

Convincing my client's alibi
witness not to testify.

We merely told
Mr. Fogg the truth.

It's called intimidating
awitness.

Anything else, Rosalie?

I want to discuss a plea.

Since I gave her a bad review,

she thought her reputation
had been tarnished.

She was in danger
of not making partner.

I said she was
overreacting, but...

Why'd you give her
a bad review?

Because she did
a terrible job.

Truth is, I gave her
a C for doing F work.

If it were someone else, I'd have
recommended we get rid of her.

So you never harassed her?

Of course not.

What about the love letter?

One day we talked about how people
don't really write letters anymore,

how these days it's all
cell phones and emails.

So that night, after dinner, she kissed
me and asked if I'd send her a note.

Are you saying
she set you up?

That's exactly
what I'm saying.

These last few months, she'd flirt
with me, tell me how cute I was.

But every time I tried to ask her
out or take it to the next level,

she was uncomfortable. Blamed it
on the fact we worked together.

Maybe she just wasn't
that into you.

She manipulated him
into making advances,

which she then used as the basis
for a sexual harassment lawsuit

which would have destroyed
his chance at making partner.

And made her chances better.

She told you she was planning to sue you.
Then what?

I begged her to reconsider.

She just laughed.

Said I was
a one-dimensional loser.

She couldn't wait to see
me go down in flames.

Then?

She started to walk out.
Then I...

I grabbed her arm.

She slapped me. And I...

He'll save the rest
for when we have a deal.

That's it?

Yes.

He allocutes, Murder Two,

we recommend the minimum,
15 to life.

Jack.

That's my offer.

See you in court.

Make sure Peluso's
ready to go tomorrow.

His testimony is critical.

And then she said, "I'm going to
ruin his life before he ruins mine."

You're positive she was
talking about Drexler?

Said his name
two or three times.

If it was three, say three.

It was three.

Less ambiguity, the better.

Okay, fine.

What about cross examination?

Is this lawyer gonna ask questions about
Jackie and the whole pregnancy thing?

Yes.

I thought you talked
to the judge.

I said I'd try to limit
the scope of the argument.

(GROANING)
So I have to sit there

while some hot-shot lady lawyer
embarrasses me and my family?

It's relevant
to your potential bias.

Ah, screw this.
I'm going home, sweetie.

Mr. Peluso.

Detective Green, please.

ED: All right,
give me the address.

Okay, I've got it.
Anything for you.

That was that A.D.A. Borgia.
She's wants us to escort

an unenthusiastic witness
to court tomorrow.

Who's that?

Kenny Peluso.

Well, I have to be in court at 9:00
to testify in that Roland thing.

Don't worry about it.
I got it.

Thank you.

Every time I grab a little on the
side, it's like I get jammed up.

It's like a bad joke.

It ain't none
of my business, Kenny,

but did you ever think about
not getting any on the side?

No. Never entered my mind.

Yo' Kenny.

(sun SHOTS)

(BOTH GROANING)

We'll take my car
to the hospital.

(SIREN BLARING)

How is he?

We don't know anything yet.

Peluso? Dead. Took
two to the chest.

I'm sorry
about your partner.

Thanks.

How are you doing?

I'm thinking Mr. McCoy.
Just thinking.

I need to know what the
hell's going on here, Jack.

We're not sure.
Not sure?

Our key witness just got gunned
down in front of his house,

Detective Green's
on life support

and we have no idea
what happened?

Detective Fontana's
chasing down leads,

but so far it doesn't
look like Drexler's involved.

It could be unrelated
to our case.

What do we know about
this witness Peluso?

Ex-cop, retired a year ago.

Clean?

The detectives
are pulling files.

Any way we can
still win this?

Without Peluso,
we can't prove motive.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Right.

Well, the other side's
caught the scent of blood.

Defendant's attorney's
waiting in your office.

What can I do for you?

Make this case go away.

Man One, two to six.

Forgive me, Rosalie, but I'm not feeling
particularly generous at the moment.

I understand.

If you understood, you
wouldn't be here right now.

Excuse me?

Peluso's body is still warm, and you're
already trying to exploit the situation.

Not at all.
Things have changed.

I'm just trying to solve
a difficult case

in the fairest way possible.
Fair?

There was nothing fair about what happened
to Jackie Ogden. I can assure you.

You're right, I'm sorry.
Bad word choice.

Let me try again, okay?

Without Peluso, you can't prove
motive, which means you can't win.

I'm not having
this conversation.

I'm simply... I'm not
having this conversation!

Fine.

She's right, jack.
Without Peluso...

I know.

So what's the plan?

As it stands now,
Drexler will be acquitted.

Won't even go to ajury.

That's not my concern.

Sure it is.

If he's acquitted,

the chief witness against you
in your securities fraud trial

will be an innocent, law-abiding,
practicing attorney.

As opposed to a convicted,
lying, disbarred murderer.

Having spent my career in the D.A.'s
office, I can tell you two things.

Juries don't listen to men
serving life sentences,

and Prosecutors hate to
cut deals with icons.

What's your point?

You'd be a fool not to
help us convict Drexler.

It's not that easy,
Mr. McCoy.

Why's that?

If I testify, my reputation
will be destroyed.

Better than spending your golden
years in a federal prison.

Hmm. Can you offer me
anything more tangible?

All I have are intangibles.

Like helping Jackie Ogden's
family obtain some dignity.

Doing the right thing
has never been my strength.

And it's certainly
not the personality trait

that got me a corner office
at Cromwell Moore.

He said, "I just did
something stupid.

"I think I might have
killed Jackie."

I couldn't believe it.
I just looked at him.

His hands were still shaking.

JACK: Did you notice
anything else?

There was some blood
on his right hand.

Thank you.

You posted bail in the amount
of $1,000,000 for Mr. Drexler?

Yes.

Because you believed
he was innocent?

No. I was just trying to help a
colleague in a time of need.

A million dollars
is a lot of money.

You're the target of an ongoing
criminal investigation, correct?

Yes. Dealing with
secu rities fraud

and other acts
of corporate deception?

I'm not sure of the specifics.
No charges have been filed.

Right now, it's just
an investigation.

HELTON: Right.
"Just an investigation."

Mr. Fogg, in the past
few weeks,

you've talked to
the D.A.'s Office

about making a deal with
the Federal Government

in connection with potential
securities fraud charges?

Yes.

You've also received immunity

with respect to possible state
crimes arising from your testimony?

Correct.

In a sworn statement, taken two
days after Miss Ogden's death,

you stated that you
and Mr. Drexler

worked from 10:00 until 11:40
the night of the murder.

Yes. And in that statement,
you failed to mention

that Mr. Drexler confessed
to killing Jackie Ogden.

Right.

But now, for some reason, you're
testifying that you and Mr. Drexler

did not work together
from 10:00 until 11:40?

Yes. And that he just
barged into your office

and, without any provocation,
confessed to killing someone.

Right.

Given the ongoing
fraud investigation,

and your wildly inconsistent statements
regarding the night of the murder,

it seems to me there's
only one conclusion to draw.

You're a liar.
JACK: Objection!

JUDGE: Sustained.

Nothing further.

Mr. Fogg, why did you
change your testimony?

To do the right thing.

To help Jackie Ogden's
family obtain some dignity.

Heard you nailed
the son of a gun.

Thanks to Nathan Fogg.

You did a hell of a job, Jack. I
mean, really. We needed this one.

What's the word
on Detective Green?

Still fighting for his life.

And the investigation?

The police are all over it,
especially Fontana.

But so far no leads.

When Green gets back on his feet,
maybe he'll remember something.

Maybe.

If you have any faith
in the man upstairs, Jack,

it might be time
to call in a chit.

Already did.

How is he?

Not so good.

How's the case?

Like I said before,
I'm just thinking.

Just be careful, Detective.

You work your side of the street, Mr.
McCoy, and I'll work mine.

VAN BUREN: Fontana, come on.

Let's go get a cup of coffee.

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0