All language subtitles for Law and order S13E04 - Tragedy on Rye

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.

Sure I know her. Through
there, buzz 4D.

Up the stairs, second
apartment in the back.

Arnie, Mr. K.
Could use a refill.

This is my third stop here today.
She's not answering.

I'd leave them
by the door, but...

No, no. Like leaving a pound of
brisket in front of a schnauzer.

Maybe you can hold them and keep
some poor guy's heart from breaking?

Uh, I'll do you one better.

Ooh, she give you her keys?

I got everybody's. I own the building.
Mind the register, boychick.

Mind it.
Don't help yourself.

Putz!

Ganef.

She has a cat.
Mmm, yeah?

Smells like about five cats.

Oy vey.

She was in that movie where
all the kids are dancing.

Fame?
The other one.

Turns out today's her birthday.

The flowers were from her folks.

I read the card.
Nice people.

All right. Thank you.

The doc says a single .357 round
to the chest did the trick.

BROCK: Went right
through her.

Right in the middle
of lunch, too.

Looks like kung pao chicken.

Yeah. Be sure to get
back to us on that.

There's a back alley entrance, but
the door was locked and alarmed

and there's no sign
of forced entry.

When will people learn that a good
friend can be your worst enemy?

She was some kind of actress.

Yeah, slash musician.

Small neck. It's made
for a woman's hands.

I always wanted to learn guitar.

It's actually a bass.
A Rickenbacker.

Is that good? It was
good enough for Elvis.

Oh, now you're in
my neck of the woods.

I'm actually talking
about Elvis Costello.

Who's on first?

Anyway, it fits with the
rest of her gear. Pricey.

Her neighbor said this used to be home
to one of those plasma screen TVs.

Those things go for,
like, six grand.

For six grand, it ought to
make coffee and do the dishes.

Lucy Dolan, 32, single,
unemployed actress.

In that business if it said
"employed" I'd be shocked.

The M.E. Says that Miss Dolan
had food in her upper GI.

The Chinese take-out receipt
was date and time stamped,

so the possible time of death is somewhere
between noon and 1:00 three days ago.

So, a girl gets shot over a busy
restaurant and no one hears anything?

Her apartment was soundproofed.
When she wasn't "not acting,"

she was not earning
a buck as a musician.

Whatever her calling,

the audio and video equipment in her
apartment was worth at least 50 grand.

Someone must love this girl.

Today is her birthday.

You know, we sent her flowers.

Lucy was lost. With
the music, acting.

Stop it.
She was good.

Remember, we saw her in...

Something off-off
Broadway.

How did she actually earn
a living, Mr. Dolan?

A job here, a job there.

Lately she was doing comedy.

Stand up. I guess
it was going well.

Why do you say it like that?

Lucy was no spoiled brat.
She really worked hard.

But sometimes we helped her
with, uh, her rent or bills...

We didn't mind.
What else is it for?

She hasn't asked for
help in quite a while.

So, the stereo equipment...

You mean the CD player? What's
that got to do with this?

Oh, nothing, really. Uh, so
where did Lucy do her stand up?

She never wanted us to see her.

I assumed it wasn't the most
respectable club around.

Her agent would know.

Lucy had a killer body. If only she
was a couple of inches taller.

ED: Her folks said her
comedy act was taking off.

Yeah, my mom thinks
I'm Swifty Lazar.

Lucy emceed late-late night at the
Laff Riot out on Staten Island.

We're not exactly
talking Leno material.

Did she have any close friends?
A boyfriend?

There are two types
of clients, Detective.

One consults me before they
buy a tube of toothpaste.

The other, I'm lucky
if I get their cell number.

And Lucy was the latter?

I never heard from the girl. Half the time
I didn't know what color her hair was.

You think she might have been
using that "killer body"

to make some money
the old-fashioned way?

I hope not. But it's a tough business.
What can I say?

She wouldn't be the first.

Ask me what the key to comedy is.
Timing.

You can say that again.

We were talking
about Lucy Dolan.

She could have used a new
watch, if you get my drift.

Oh, so you gave her a regular gig
out of the kindness of your heart?

Guys here at 2:00 in the
morning aren't here to laugh.

They're here to look.

And Lucy Dolan
was nice to look at.

A five in Manhattan
is a ten in Staten Island.

Anyway, she gave me notice.
Friday was gonna be her last day.

We're just wondering why
a barely-employed comic

would suddenly bolt
from her one paying gig?

Are you hinting
at something here?

We were wondering if maybe
that late-night crowd

offered her a little
more than you did?

That sort of stuff
does not go on in my club.

I don't need this.
Hey, man, look.

My partner didn't realize
that you were so sensitive.

Let me ask you something. It gets
late, performers run out of gas,

maybe they use a little
something-something to lift the spirits?

First she's a hooker,
now she's a junkie.

Let the girl rest
in peace, why don't you?

He's right, Ed.

So, Mr. Helprin, your cabaret license.
Everything in order?

What do you guys want from me?

I'm just trying
to run a club here.

And one of your
acts was murdered.

A little concern would be nice.

Lucy kept a locker
in the back. Does that help?

It's a start.

Headshots, makeup,
speeding tickets.

There's gotta be
a dozen of them.

HELPRIN: She was in a rush.

Lucy had a car?

Green beemer.
Is that a crime?

Unless bad jokes
pay better than I thought.

Figured it was family money.

Hey, look at this.
One of those photo citations.

Machines, right?

They're gonna put you guys
outta work. (CHUCKLES)

Sorry.

You recognize this location?

That's the street light on 54th.
Right next to our favorite deli.

STEINER: Looking for
a moment frozen in time.

That's almost poetic.

Yeah. So what am I
doing in DMV, right?

Just find us something
snapped between

12:00 and 1:00 on that day, on
that corner, with that camera.

Okay, 16 pics in that time span.

Wow, at a hundred bucks a
pop? We should get a raise.

STEINER:
Tell me about it.

You can blow that up, right?

Already in the works.

That's as good
as it's gonna get.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Wait a minute,
what's that? Zoom in.

They gotta be tourists. Who else would
want a souvenir of a triple-decker?

More likely looking
for celebrities.

That place caters to
the rich and famous.

Now all we have to do is put out an APB
for two badly-dressed out-of-towners.

Ford Focus.
My guess it's a rental.

And a rental company would
have their local address.

New York's just too big for us.

Too much of a hullabaloo.

We just got a couple of
questions for you, Mrs. Platt.

Oh, we have one for you. Why do
they call it "the Big Apple"?

We have apple trees
back on the farm.

MR. PLATT: In New Vienna.
Ohio.

Go figure.

All we need is to take a
look at the video you shot

in front of the deli.

Look, I hate to be rude,
but we got a plane to catch.

There's only one connecting
flight out of Cincinnati.

Mr. Platt, you may have unknowingly
filmed evidence of a crime.

Well, we'd love to help
you, but we're in a rush.

Let me tell you something. Besides all
the hullabaloo here, we also have

something called
"material witness warrants."

That means we can keep you here
until all those apples grow back.

We don't have the tape.

Ed, why don't you
call Judge Finkel?

No. You don't understand.
We really don't have it.

We sold it.

ED: To who?
Television people.

WEXR.

Now you are gonna
miss that flight.

ED: They see the murder on
the cover of the Daily News,

they figure, "What the hell?
Let's make a buck."

It is the American way.

They said they got a shot of three
suspicious-looking characters.

Well, if WEXR airs that tape,

those characters will know we're
onto them and hit the road.

Mmm-hmm. There's no way the network
is going to turn over that tape.

Well, they might if we show
up with a restraining order.

Well, what about
Ma and Pa Kettle?

Well, the next plane's
in four hours.

Cut 'em loose in
three and a half.

Pentagon Papers case says it all. No prior
restraint on publication or broadcast.

You can't issue
a restraining order, Judge.

Your Honor, WEXR paid
$10,000 for the tape.

Clearly, they think
it has probative value.

If the Platts were
in possession of the tape,

I'd concede the People's
right to subpoena it.

But they're not.

My client is, and my client is a legitimate
source of news in the community.

In the alternative,
Your Honor, we're asking

that the People
be given a first look.

Pardon me?

We want to view the tape
before they go public with it.

We'll assure counsel that
nobody from our office

or the police department will reveal the
existence of the tape before it airs.

Well, Mr. Willet,
is 24 hours gonna

put an overly-large
kink in your colon?

That's not the point, Judge.

Of course, there's always the chance that
I linger over the People's application,

my clerk gets lost in Westlaw
for a couple of days,

and your tape becomes
yesterday's news, literally.

Thank you, Your Honor.

JUDGE: People to be provided
with a duplicate tape forthwith.

MR. PLATT: Hey, shove over!
You're blocking the window.

I got Woody Allen
in the crosshairs.

You hayseed, that's
just some other Jew.

The silent majority.
It should stay that way.

Now, that looks like
a plasma TV to me.

BRISCOE: I thought he was
looking for celebrities.

Oh! Larry, Moe,
and Curly makes three.

Looks like Curly's
sporting a piece.

BRISCOE:
There go our killers.

And we've got less
than 23 hours to find them.

I'm sorry, guys, I can't get the
plate or the registration sticker.

DMV's got 2,700 beige Explorers
in the five boroughs alone.

Yeah, assuming your
bad guys are even local.

(TYPING)

Wait. What's there?
Right on the front window.

What? Uh...

Looks like it could be a parking
permit, something like that.

"FDR." Freemont
Downs Racetrack.

I can't make out the numbers,
but it is a parking permit.

I love the ponies.

Guys would kill for
a pass like that.

Funny you should
put it that way.

VIP parking.
The guy's a box owner.

That goes along
with a clubhouse pass.

If I could make out these numbers, I
could tell you who it belongs to.

Can you get us a list
of the box owners?

All 300 of them?

Wait. Today's the Five
Borough Handicap, right?

Attaboy Bob's running.

I wouldn't wanna miss that.

BRISCOE: Third race, I
gotta go with Ed's Pepper.

ED: (CHUCKLES)
You gotta be kidding.

She's a gray.
I always bet the gray.

And you wonder why
you always lose.

She's got the inside post.

Yeah, man, and the first rule of
racing is "from the rail to the jail."

Hey.

Beige Explorer.

They look familiar?

That's Moe and Larry.

Two out of three ain't bad.

Hey, bro, who you
got in the first?

Sigfried's Pal, man. What the hell?
(GUN COCKS)

You just got scratched,
my friend.

You know what this is, Matt?

This is what we call
your yellows.

CARTON: Yeah, I'm happy
for you, man.

It says here you got a disorderly
conduct from back in '96.

What was that?

One too many brews,
and you watered a hydrant?

What's the difference?

The difference is you stepped up
into a whole other league now.

And what league is that?

Why would I want to kill somebody, man?
You're out of your skull.

That's beside the point.

That don't even look like me.

I checked your sheet, Harold.

The worst thing you ever got
caught for was turnstile jumping.

I don't think you're
all that tough.

Then why you wasting my time?

Your other friend,
what's his name?

CARTON: I got
a lot of friends.

Yeah, you got
a lot of balls, too.

Robbery, murder, add obstruction, and
you looking at a hat trick, Matt.

Whoa, ain't nobody rob nobody.

Ain't nobody murdered nobody.

So Lucy Dolan just
gave you that TV?

That's right. She liked us.
So why'd you shoot her?

I didn't. That's why.

BRISCOE: I hope Ed's
doing better than I did.

Hear no evil. The SUV
belongs to this one.

I guess selling swag
is recession-proof.

Well, the box seats at the track belong
to his cousin, and he owns a shoe store

on the Upper East Side.
He's out of town for a week.

The only thing my cousin
ever gave me was the mumps.

(DOOR OPENING)

Knock, knock.
Andrew Maynard.

Pleasure.

Now if you can just
call off the dogs

while I talk to my client, Mr.
Johnson.

That's Mr. Carton.

Heads, I win. As it turns out, I
represent both of these fine gentlemen.

Ed.

Send in the cavalry. I don't care.
I still ain't killed nobody.

This is your lawyer, Einstein.

You know who that is?
That's Andrew Maynard.

BRISCOE: Defender of the
undefendable, the falsely accused.

And the biggest narcotics
dealers in the city.

I doubt these two
knuckleheads can pay his tab.

At 800 bucks an hour, who can?

I'm guessing the guy
these mopes work for.

The name of the guy who pays the legal
fees isn't privileged. My second divorce.

Yeah, and maybe Maynard
will give us the name

and a guilty plea
on a silver platter.

Well, if we hit him with a
subpoena, it's gonna take 30 days

for some judge to decide
if we get a name.

There are other ways.

Hey, I look like a cop?

You look fine. Have a
nice time at the prom.

You got your cell phone?

You're damn right.
Don't worry.

I'll call you
if he gets too frisky.

Here he comes.

All right, seriously, if Maynard comes
back, get your ass outta there.

If you could tell me what this
is in reference to, Mr...

I'd rather not give my name.

Well, is there a number at which Mr.
Maynard can reach you?

See, that's a problem. You see, phones
are a little bit awkward at the moment.

Well, I really don't know when Mr.
Maynard is returning to the office.

You can call him, can't you?

And say what? A guy who won't give
me his name wants to see him?

All right, maybe this will help.

There's two brothers enjoying the
hospitality of a certain city agency.

There are a lot more than two.

Yeah, but Mr. Maynard's
representing these two.

Matter of fact, he went by
and visited them today

at the behest of
one of my colleagues.

Please, have a seat.

Hi, Mr. Maynard.

No, no, they didn't call.

There's a gentleman here
referred by Danny Otum.

He won't give it to me.
Says you understand.

Can you be here tomorrow
morning at 8:00 a. M?

Not a problem.

Police!
We have a warrant!

Open up, Mr. Otum.
It's the police!

Oh, the hell with it.
Use the super's key.

NYPD.
Last time we ask.

Hey. Police business.
Get back inside.

What's going on?
Now!

Danny's got good taste.

Yeah. He got
Lucy Dolan's TV, too.

Hey! What are you
doing in my...

Police! Don't move!

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

BRISCOE: I said police!

It's a cell phone.

You okay, partner?

Yeah. I'm great.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

"Docket number 3395, People v.
Carton, Johnson, and Otum. "

Steve Hanft substituting
for defendant Johnson.

Yoriko Fujitsa for defendant
Carton, Your Honor.

Welcome to one and all.

Mr. Maynard, I assume you're
here in some official capacity?

Andrew Maynard
for Daniel Otum, sir.

Lead on, Macduff.

"Charges are, one count each, Murder in the
First Degree, Robbery in the First Degree."

Pleas, gentlemen.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Who says consistency is the
hobgoblin of little minds?

People on bail?

The defendants are seen
on a videotape

outside of the victim's building holding
her property at the time of her murder.

Judge, the tape
is fuzzy at best.

Fuzzy or not, the deceased's property was
recovered from defendant Otum's apartment.

Nice try, Counselor.

Judge, if I may?
No, you may not.

Mr. Maynard, your client
has multiple priors.

He's not going anywhere.

Uh, remand all three defendants.
Next?

COURT CLERK:
"Docket number 37926..."

Off the record?
Why not?

We all have a good idea what
my client does for a living.

On the record, that's why
we're not considering a deal.

Sure, one drug dealer
kills another.

Hold on. There's no evidence
that Lucy Dolan sold drugs.

(CHUCKLES) Her car.
Her possessions.

Her lack of any other
source of income.

Well, maybe she had a boyfriend.

Or, perhaps Danny Otum served as wholesaler
and Miss Dolan was one of his retailers.

Is this a confession
to possession with intent?

Theory. Lucy's marketing skills were
falling a little short of expectation.

She owed Danny what was quickly
becoming a lot of money.

So he killed her?

No.

Lucy Dolan was shot
with a.357, Mr. Maynard.

Your client did three years
for assault with a.357.

And you know why you can't
find a murder weapon?

Because Danny never had it.
This was strictly business.

And like any other transaction,
after some negotiation,

she offered collateral
to secure her loan.

The plasma screen TV?

There you go.
(SCOFFS)

And the murder?

It happened after my client and his
colleagues went their merry way.

You should write fiction,
Mr. Maynard.

First off, your client
has multiple violent felonies.

Second, he should thank his lucky stars
he didn't get shot resisting arrest.

In which case, I would be
initiating a wrongful death suit

instead of merely
a Federal civil rights action.

Detective Green thought Mr.
Otum was reaching for a weapon.

He was reaching for
his cell to dial 911.

He thought he was being robbed.

Oh, come on.

A jury can be a strange and
empathetic beast, Ms. Southerlyn.

Now, taking all of the relevant facts
and putting them into perspective,

I have the distinct feeling that we
could make this Federal case go away...

I'm busy,
Mr. Maynard.

Damn cell phone.

Hey, Otum is a known dealer.

I got a history, man.

You two, in my office.

Shut the door.

You're on desk.

Hey, a week or so, tops. It'll
all be straightened out.

Excuse me. Both of you.
You were the only witness.

Otum names the City, the Department,
and you individually in his suit.

He claims you profiled him.

Right. He's a drug dealer
and a murderer.

And he's black!

Have you looked at me recently?

He also claims that you never
identified yourselves as cops.

Come on!
I said, "Police."

And the icing on the cake
is the pounding he took,

with snapshots to prove it.

Tell me. Did I wake up on the wrong
side of the looking glass this morning?

A black cop under investigation

by a white U.S. Attorney
for beating a black suspect.

Times they are
a-changin'.

Yup. And this Detective Green certainly
adds another layer to the cake.

True or false,

the sole purpose of a government and all
its agents is to protect the citizenry?

Sole purpose, no.

Okay, the primary purpose, then.

Once we establish that Detective Green's
actions were not racially motivated,

then we must conclude that they
were just another desperate example

of our government failing
in its most basic function.

Or they were an example of a man resorting
to a primal instinct. Self-preservation.

Detective Green thought Otum
was reaching for a gun.

It was a hell of an argument
though, don't you think?

Actually, Maynard is reaching
back to Trial Tricks 101.

He's using the Federal civil
rights action as leverage

to try to make us
back off the criminal case.

BRANCH: Which you're
not going to do.

Murder one?
I don't think so.

Well, as it turns out,

I took a more advanced version
of that very same class.

We'll see who has the leverage
when the day is done.

The arrests of Carton, Johnson,
and Otum, repeat offenders all,

followed an investigation by
Detectives Briscoe and Green,

whose lieutenant, Anita Van
Buren, supervised the inquiry.

The people of this city owe these
officers a debt of gratitude.

It is the conclusion
of this office,

based on the particular
circumstances of this crime,

and the overwhelming
evidence of guilt,

that the death penalty, although
very rarely sought in this county,

is appropriate.

Lucy Dolan's murder was brutal,
intentional, and pointless.

Our hearts go out
to her loved ones.

Now I'll take your questions.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Mr. Branch, I was
just coming to see you.

You go on ahead.

What can I do
for you, Lieutenant?

I saw your news conference.

Yes. I thought
it went well.

Well, I understand
all about PR, sir,

but I think you may have gone
just a bit overboard on this one.

To quote a great
legal scholar, "So what?"

The two nice ones carry the TV while
the surly one does the shooting.

Any way you deal
the cards, Lieutenant,

it's your garden-variety
felony murder,

punishable by death
in this state.

Besides, I'd think you'd
favor this course of action.

You know what my problem is?

If we fry Carton and Johnson,

the next time my officers find
themselves in a similar situation,

the bad guys may just shoot
to kill. What the hell?

They'd be facing
the death penalty anyway.

You want to talk next time?

What about the next time
three punks hit a 7-Eleven?

Do you want the two without
the gun to get a pass,

when their buddy blows
the cashier's face off?

That's not the message I wanna
send for all the next times.

And in case you missed
the obvious,

I'm trying to save the career
of one of your officers.

Maybe his isn't the only
career being saved.

The Federal case could sway the
jury in your murder trial,

and we both know
a D.A. Can't get re-elected

in this city if he can't convict three
men caught on tape leaving the scene

with the victim's
property in their arms.

You know, Lieutenant,
in the end,

a man's motives are secondary
to his accomplishments.

That same great legal scholar?

That's right. Me.

I take it you don't care for the
new D.A.'s tactics on this one.

Do you?

I think he's just flexing.
If it works, we'll be able

to put Otum and his crew behind
bars and keep Green on the street.

Anyway, the Commissioner, with no ifs, ands,
or buts, said no one from my precinct

could look into Green's case.

That's the drill, isn't it?

See, the thing is, Briscoe said
Otum had a neighbor across the hall

who was kind of nosey
when they first showed up.

And no one's talked to him?

No one got the right answers.

SERENA: Why play games,
Mr. Franks?

We both know you heard them announce
themselves as police officers

when they first arrived.

Maybe I did and maybe I didn't.
Who can say for sure?

If you're afraid of Otum,
we'll take care of you.

You think I don't
read the papers?

I know what happens to people
who testify against gangsters.

Somehow their houses burn
down, their kids disappear.

What the papers leave out is that I
can be equally dangerous, Mr. Franks.

I'll take my chances.

I used to date a CPA.

How nice for you.
Now, if you don't mind.

Sure. Why talk now when we can finish
this discussion in front of a Grand Jury?

Look, I know enough law to know
that you can't force me to testify.

That's right. But I can
cite you for contempt,

and a contempt conviction in New
York is a felony. Did you know that?

And with a felony
on your record,

I'm afraid you'll lose that accounting
license, this nice office...

Mr. Franks gave one
hell of a deposition.

Turns out he heard Briscoe
yell, "Police, don't move."

Did the U.S. Attorney
find him credible?

He found, and I quote, "There were
no grounds for charges against

"the arresting officers."

Which destroys
Maynard's leverage.

I'll wait till morning to call him. Let
him try to sleep thinking his client

is facing a lethal injection.

The sun coming up
changes things? How?

I thought we threatened
capital punishment

just to get some
leverage of our own?

We did. Although, thanks to
Serena, we didn't need it.

You should know, Arthur, I don't
like being sandbagged by anyone.

Well, that's good. For a minute
I thought I was going to get

an earful of morality.

Two of our defendants are being
accused of their first felony.

For all we know, they didn't
even realize Otum had a weapon.

Your point being?

Putting somebody to death

for stealing a television
is reprehensible.

Ah, vox clamantis
from the moral left.

With all due respect, I'm talking
about constitutionality,

or rather, the lack of it.

A death sentence for Carton or Johnson
would be cruel and unusual punishment.

We threaten the death penalty every day to
get one defendant to roll over on another.

Now, those threats become meaningless
if we never actually use it.

Maybe the Governor
of Illinois was right

imposing a moratorium
on capital punishment.

People do make mistakes.

Only it seems to me we've got enough
evidence for two cases on this one.

The only thing we don't
have is a busload of nuns

as eyewitnesses.
I mean, am I wrong?

Do we know these punks
are guilty or don't we?

They're guilty, but, Arthur, are you
sure this is the best case for you

to prove a point?

You don't like to be sandbagged.

I don't like the race card
thrown in my face.

Hey.

Well, you've got to admit, you're not the
typical New York City District Attorney.

Twenty years here and
still the carpetbagger.

My point is this decision may not sit that
well with a large portion of the state.

You worry about the law. I'll
worry about the politics.

Is there anything else?

It's political suicide,
but it is his choice.

So we just go on our trigger-happy
way until the next election?

The man is a District
Attorney, not Attila The Hun.

Every case will be judged
on its own merits.

And this case?

How often do we have the
defendants on video, Serena?

Or find a crime scene
covered in fingerprints?

Or the stolen goods in
the defendant's apartment?

How often is someone killed
for a television set?

To me, that pretty much
defines "heinous."

And if Maynard was right and Lucy
Dolan was really a drug dealer?

Maynard can't put any of her
hypothetical clients on the stand,

and there's no way he lets any
of his defendants testify.

All in all, I don't think
we have to worry about that.

Miss Dolan's apartment was dusted for
fingerprints by the Crime Scene Unit.

JACK: The result?

Mr. Carton and Mr. Johnson's
prints were found

on the coffee table, here.

Mr. Otum's palm print on a surface
behind the entertainment center.

Could you demonstrate how a palm print
could come to be in that location?

Uh, well, if you were removing
a unit, uh, say, here.

JACK: That would be the plasma TV
already marked as People's Three?

That's correct, yeah. Uh,
anyway, from the center,

you have to lean here to
detach the cables, and so on.

Yes. Thank you.

All of this to prove that the defendants
were actually in Miss Dolan's apartment?

Hell, we would have
stipulated to that fact.

Mr. Beck, does any of this prove
that the television set was stolen?

It was taken off the wall.
That wasn't my question.

No.

MAYNARD: That's all.

JUDGE: Anything else?

Nothing, Judge.

Nothing on behalf
of Mr. Carton, Your Honor.

My daughter never gave me
a moment's grief

and she never harmed
anyone in her life.

She was a kind, decent person.

She didn't deserve
to die like that.

JACK: Nobody does.

Objection.
JUDGE: Sustained.

This is a courtroom, Mr.
McCoy, not an op-ed column.

Mrs. Dolan, how often did
you speak with Lucy?

Oh, several times a week.

Did she ever mention
a friend named Danny Otum?

No.
Matt Carton?

No.
Harry Johnson?

No.
So, as far as you know,

these men I just mentioned
had no legitimate reason

to be in her apartment?

None that I know of.

Thank you.

Your daughter was hardworking?

She tried, sir.
Very hard, yes.

But honestly, ma'am,
she wasn't successful,

as an actress, or singer,
or comedian?

It takes time.

Yes, it does.

Did you know that at the time
of your daughter's death,

Lucy owned approximately
$50,000 worth

of stereo equipment?

Yes. The police told me.

And did they tell you
that she also owned

a late-model BMW worth in the
neighborhood of $60,000?

Do you know what it's like to
inherit from your daughter?

I truly have sympathy
for you, Mrs. Dolan.

But could you please
answer my question?

Yes. The police told me
about the car.

MAYNARD: In her tax returns
filed for the last three years,

she shows no significant income.

She had no credit card,
no bank account.

Do you have any idea
how she bought those items?

No. People loved her.

Maybe someone...

Or maybe she was selling drugs.

Objection. No foundation.

Withdrawn.

JACK: Your Honor.

Jury will disregard.

MAYNARD: Thank you for
your honesty, Mrs. Dolan.

I appreciate how
difficult this has been.

JUDGE: Counselors?

No questions for this witness.

Uh, not me, Your Honor.

Specifically, my field
is forensic accounting.

I determine the worth of businesses,
usually for purposes of litigation

or matrimonial matters.

At my request, Mr. Vavoulis, did you evaluate
the worth of Lucy Dolan's enterprise?

Again, no foundation.

Actually, I can help with that.

Let's hear what you've got.

This chart helps establish
what we call a PBA,

a "Pattern of
Business Activity."

The enormous volume of phone
calls over the past five months

is a clear indication
of business activity.

And the underlying data was derived
from Lucy Dolan's home phone?

No. It's a cellular phone.
But the same principles apply.

Go on.

When this phone activity is viewed
in light of Miss Dolan's net worth,

as determined
by her tangible assets,

such as automobiles, home
furnishings, personal property...

I see not just a going
concern, but a thriving one.

And could you determine what kind of
business Miss Dolan was involved in?

No. But if I had to guess, based
on the voluminous cell phone use

and the hours
of the incoming calls,

I'd say it was something,
perhaps, not legal.

MAYNARD: Drugs?
Perhaps.

And have you ever analyzed a narcotics
business before, Mr. Vavoulis?

Yes. I've been hired by the FBI on several
occasions. And this fits the profile.

Could this pattern also apply
to some other home business,

such as, say,
selling Tupperware?

Yes.

JACK: Thank you.

Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

Sure, why not start
the celebration early?

Why not relax after
a long day in court?

Fine.

You know, every Christmas,
my father used to drag us

to St. Bartholomew's
for midnight mass.

It was literally
filled to the brim.

There's a lot of guilt
that time of year.

But the thing that
I remember most

was the walk home
after the service.

Rain or snow, it didn't
matter, we still walked,

and all the way home, the only
thing I could think about was,

"What's wrong with me? Why aren't I like
all of those people who actually believe

"the words that
they're singing?"

Maybe it was the eggnog
your uncle Harry slipped you.

I'm being serious, Jack.

My point is, right now I'm
more convinced than ever

that this job would
be a lot easier

if I was one of those people from St.
Bart's.

At least then, making a decision
about taking a man's life

wouldn't be so excruciating.

Because there'd be a rule that the
death penalty is always wrong.

A lot of people believe that.

Leaving only us heathens
to struggle through

the muck and mire of a world
that's doused in gray.

What if we're wrong?

Do Matt Carton and Harry Johnson deserve
to die just because we can squeeze

what they did into some statute?

Yeah, mistakes.

I try not to make them.

But like they say
at St. Bart's,

we're all sinners,
so we all make mistakes.

That's why they have a judge
and a defense attorney.

It ain't pretty,

but I can live with it.

It's a copout.

Three black men caught on tape loading
a plasma screen TV into an SUV.

They must be killers.

Three black men
in the victim's apartment.

They must have been there
to kill her.

That's the People's case.

They don't have a murder weapon.

They say they have a motive.
But do they?

A room full of expensive equipment, and
all that was taken was a television set.

The People's case is laughable.

They want you to ignore the
fact that Lucy Dolan herself

may have been dealing drugs.

They want you to forget the fact
that no motive and no weapon

should always leave us
with no conviction.

The defense admits the defendants
were at the scene of the crime.

They had to. They had their fingerprints
all over Lucy Dolan's walls.

The defense admits that the defendants
carried Miss Dolan's television

from her apartment

at or near the time
of her murder.

They had to.
We had them on video.

They can slander the victim
as much as they like,

with charts and graphs
and assumptions,

but where I come from,

one plus one
does not equal three.

Thank you for coming.
Why wouldn't we?

The fact that you asked us
here leads me to believe

you're not all that confident.

Quite the opposite,
Mr. Hanft.

We're very confident.

We're trying to keep
your clients alive.

JACK: The fact is, Danny
Otum's ship is sinking.

Considering the time
and the place in history,

if your clients stay on board, they're
looking at a lethal injection.

It's not worth rolling the dice.

We're just following
our client's directions.

And what law schools
did they go to?

The ones that tell them innocent
people don't get convicted.

You actually believe them?

No. But it's not
my decision to make.

That's right. Mr. Maynard
is running the show.

We're done.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

FOREPERSON:
We have, Your Honor.

As to defendant Harry Johnson,

we find him guilty of
murder in the first degree.

As to defendant Matthew Carton,
guilty of murder in the first degree.

As to defendant Daniel Otum, guilty
of murder in the first degree.

JUDGE: So say you all?
Yes, Judge.

JUDGE: The jury is
temporarily excused.

The sentencing phase of the proceedings
to commence a week from today.

(GAVEL BANGS)

MRS. CARTON: Matthew!

(MRS. CARTON SOBBING)

Congratulations.

Matthew.

You're the one who said that
this case was a slam dunk.

Why are you working
overtime on sentencing?

What did that forensic accountant say
about Dolan's incoming phone activity?

That it was
an enormous volume. Why?

Common sense says it should
have stayed roughly the same

at first, tapering off as word got out
that Lucy was no longer in business.

Look at this here
in her phone records.

Whoever this is

called once every couple
of days for months.

But he never once called
after she was murdered.

He knew she was dead.

Call Van Buren.

BORGES: It's open, Frankie.

Ernest Borges?

I don't like surprises.

Well, you're gonna
hate this one.

Get up.

Ernest Borges,

you're under arrest for, among other
things, the murder of Lucy Dolan.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
held against you in a court of law.

Ballistics came back on the
gun from Borges' apartment.

It's the murder weapon.

His lawyer's already
itching for a sit-down.

And we can't find a connection between
Borges and Otum, Carton, or Johnson.

You've filed the appropriate
papers for their release?

In the works. Maynard was so busy slandering
Lucy Dolan, he forgot to do his homework.

Truth is, I always thought either
Carton or Johnson would roll on Otum.

Are you saying that all of this
was part of Trial Tricks 102?

That, or a big, juicy mea culpa.

All three of them should put Serena
on their Christmas card lists.

I just wish that there was a way to
prevent all of this from happening again.

There is.
Move to Illinois.

I think he's pulling
your leg, Serena.

You know, this whole affair
makes you think twice.

About the death penalty?

About where to buy you a steak.

Come on. We'll split a cab.

No, I'll walk.