All language subtitles for Law and order S13E06 - Hitman

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.

Hey.
Could you sign for this?

Sí.

Okay? Appreciate it.
Have a good day.

Hello?

Mrs. Rosatti?

BRISCOE: What'd
you find upstairs?

Burglary. Took the cash, left the
credit cards, the costume jewelry.

She found him
about 10:00.

The M.E. Says he was killed
late Saturday or early Sunday.

The guy was a contractor.

And I thought the recession
hurt the construction business.

Yeah, Rosatti was
doing pretty well.

Speaking of which,
any sign of Mrs. Rosatti?

Ah, I don't think
she's back from the disco yet.

Ain't no discos no more.

So, hey,

Rosatti hears something
go bump in the night,

he comes downstairs, boom.

Our guy goes about his business.

A pretty cool customer.

Yeah, he might as well
get what he came for.

Uh, she said the alarm was off, but
the door was locked with a dead bolt.

Somebody had a key.

He took one in the back
of the head, at close range,

small caliber,
no exit wound, no brass.

Very tidy.

Very professional.

Yeah, what do you bet
there's no prints, either?

Well, we better find Mrs. Rosatti,
tell her her husband's dead.

If she doesn't already know.

Man, you are such a cynic
when it comes to love.

Not love, marriage.

I've been with Tony
for five years.

He's the best boss I ever had.

I'm very sorry.

Oh, my God. Sherri
doesn't even know yet.

Mrs. Rosatti?

She's at a spa in Connecticut.

She went up there Friday afternoon.
I think she's due home tomorrow.

ED: So you haven't
talked to her yet?

Oh, my God.

It's one of those "You can't call the guests
unless it's an emergency" kind of places.

I think this qualifies
as an emergency.

I'll give you the number.

They'll have to put you through.

I'll call David,
Mr. Rosatti's son.

From a previous marriage?

Tony and Sherri have only
been married a few years.

Thank you. We're gonna need to
look at papers, date books,

computers...
Sure, sure.

Marisa, since you seem to know
Tony pretty well, can you think of

anybody who might wanna...

No! Oh, my God. Why would
anyone want him dead?

A New York City contractor?
Who wouldn't?

Well, he did get sued a lot.

Vendors, employees, clients.

This guy owes the butcher, the
baker, and the candlestick maker.

That's right, Rosatti.

Sherri.

Uh-huh, Friday.

Be cheaper to pay
his bills than his lawyers.

Okay, are you sure?
Okay, thank you.

She made a reservation at the
spa, but she never showed up.

Well, until she does,
maybe we should talk to

some of Rosatti's less
than satisfied clientele.

Nice nose, good body,
too much tannin,

and like everything else
around here, no finish.

Sorry, I'm jammed.

We're opening up for lunch tomorrow,
three months behind schedule.

Is that Tony Rosatti's fault?

Well, he's like every other contractor
in this city, he's way overextended.

Finally had to take him to court just to
get him to show up and do the damn work.

Well, it says here you're
suing him for a million two.

Yeah. A bargaining position.
Put the fear of God in him.

Plus a little something
for the aggravation.

He still has the finish work to do.
He does that, I'll drop the suit.

If I were you, I'd start shopping
around for a new contractor.

What, he's gone out of business?

Well, you could say that. Tony Rosatti
was murdered over the weekend.

Oh, man.

I had no idea.

BRISCOE: Where were you
this weekend?

You think I'd kill him
over a couple of sconces?

Well, if they
were expensive enough.

I was in the Hamptons visiting friends.
I'll give you their name and number.

Hey, the last thing
I'd want is Rosatti dead.

At least not until
after the job was finished.

VAN BUREN: I thought
this was a burglary?

We're thinking
the burglary was a cover.

It looks like a hit.

A.22 to back of the head
at close range.

Next to no forensics.

There's no shell casings, there's
no blood other than the vic's,

there's no fingerprints that
shouldn't be there. This was a pro.

Well, when I had my kitchen
re-done, I would have cheerfully

wrung my contractor's neck,

I don't think I would have gone
so far as to hire a hit man.

Almost all the litigation
was penny ante,

and all the litigants
have alibis.

So, what's your other theory?

Well, the wife's
still M.I.A.

Always the nearest and dearest.

Now who's the cynic?

We're thinking
she may be another victim.

Right.

Well, she's the second wife, which means
there's a first wife out there somewhere.

I knew Bambi
would kill him eventually,

although I thought it would
be his heart exploding

while they were doing the horizontal
hula under the dining room table.

All right, all right,
all right. We get the point.

You don't seem that upset.

Why would I care?

I haven't seen or thought
about the man for 10 years.

By Bambi, I assume you're referring
to his current wife, Sherri?

Sherri, Bambi,
what's the difference?

ED: You sound bitter.

You think I...

(LAUGHS) Look.

What happened between
Tony and me is I dumped him.

BRISCOE: Why? Because
he was running around?

Because I was running around.

You're young, you want to
get away from home,

you meet a guy who doesn't
make you want to gag,

you let him put a ring
on your finger.

And that would be Tony?

And just when I was starting
to think my life was over,

I met a man six years younger
than me, full head of hair,

who actually knows which
fork to use for the salad.

Now there's a refreshing change.
What?

A wife leaving her husband
for a younger guy?

No. A wife who doesn't
want her ex-husband dead.

Well, let's talk to the son.

Maybe he knows something about
the current Mrs. Rosatti.

My father was a bum from Brooklyn
who got lucky for a couple of days.

Good old Dad, salt of the earth.

And now, God bless him, he's
actually gonna be six feet under it.

Oh, let me guess. You shed
all your tears this morning?

Do either of you guys
speak French?

ED: A little bit.

Good. Then you'll understand when I
say that my father was a schmuck.

So was mine, but I took a
couple days off when he kicked.

We haven't spoken
for three years.

I'm sorry, I'm not exactly the
right guy to give the eulogy.

If you were my kid, I would have lost
your number the day you learned to talk.

Do you know anything
about Tony Rosatti?

ED: Why don't you tell us?

Can you spell RICO?

Your father was being
investigated by the Feds?

The Grand Jury's
convened as we speak.

I'm trying to make partner
in a Park Avenue law firm,

and dear old Dad's being
indicted by the US Attorney.

Well, it looks like
you finally caught a break.

About time the old man
came through for me.

It's a broad-based investigation
into the building trades.

Racketeering in the building
trades? I'm shocked.

Tony Rosatti was mobbed up.

He bought concrete, didn't he?

In his line of work, it's hard to avoid
our friends with the broken noses.

Just how well-connected
was he?

He's a pimple on
the ass of organized crime,

hardly a flicker on
the Richter Scale.

ED: His son seemed to think
he was being indicted.

We're casting a wide net.

You think his murder has something
to do with our investigation?

Why not?
If he started to talk.

(CELL PHONE RINGING) Excuse me.

Anybody Tony could
give us, we already got.

The guys we're really interested in
wouldn't have wasted the hardware.

Lennie. Guess who
just showed up?

Thanks.

I changed my mind about going
to the spa at the last minute.

ED: Where'd you go?

Bermuda.

Uh, we're gonna need details. Where
you stayed, that sort of thing.

Am I a suspect?

Wives who kill their husbands?
It's been known to happen.

Actually, Mrs. Rosatti, we are
trying to cross you off the list.

I appreciate that.

I have my hotel bill,
plane ticket.

ED: That'll do.

Just a minute.

Did you go to Bermuda alone?

Alone, yes.

I needed to get away for a few
days, think about things.

All right, plane ticket
and hotel bill, um...

What's this?

It's a list of items
stolen in the robbery.

Jewelry, silver,
irreplaceable heirlooms.

I know you need a police report
before you file an insurance claim.

This lady makes an insurance claim before
she takes care of the funeral arrangements.

Have you ever been to Bermuda?

Ah, I'm not a sand and
sun block kind of guy.

Well, it's close enough
to go, check into a hotel,

slip back into
the city Saturday night,

pop the old man, and get back
to Bermuda by Sunday brunch.

Hey, Sherri's not
Miss Congeniality,

but she's not a pro either.

Let's go find out who she was
sipping piña coladas with.

Here we go. Mrs. Rosatti traveled
to Bermuda Friday the 9th,

returning to New York today,
Tuesday the 13th, in first class.

Did she come back to New York
anytime between Friday and today?

Not with us.

But let me check
the other carriers.

You can do that?

What? Planes aren't allowed
on the information highway?

Looks like Mrs. Rosatti enjoyed
four consecutive days in paradise.

Does that highway say
who she sat next to?

Tells me his shoe size.

Here we go, uh, Mr. Porter.
Randy Porter.

Look at that,
both coming and going.

Long weekend, small plane,
could be a coincidence?

I don't think so.

It's the same
credit card number.

She paid for his ticket.

BRISCOE: Thank you very much.

Well, May-December romance,
you know what they say.

Well, you're the matrimonial
expert. You tell me.

Cherchez le pre-nup.

Pre-nup, pre-nup.
Don't leave home without it.

I take it Tony Rosatti had one?

Well, if one out of two
marriages goes down in flames,

you're be a horse's ass not to.

He just wanted to make sure that she
couldn't take him to the cleaners.

Tell us about it.

For the most part,
a sliding scale of alimony

depending on the number of
years they're married.

BRISCOE: And what about
the other part?

Well, since the first Mrs.
Rosatti screwed around on him,

Tony insisted
on a special clause.

Genius if you ask me.
I call it the Rosatti clause.

Now I insist that all of clients
include it in their pre-nups.

And that is?

She cheats, she gets squat.

Tony Rosatti have a will, too?

Will. Will.
Don't leave home...

Yeah, yeah.
We know. We know.

Sherri gets it all.

Which makes for one merry widow.

Well, although a couple weeks from now,
it would've been a whole other story.

Why, Tony was getting
ready to divorce her?

He said, and I quote,

"That slut won't get
a penny from me."

Which under the Rosatti
clause means that

he knew that
she was having an affair?

Well, he must have. He hired a
private investigator to follow her.

Briscoe.

I remember you. It was that thing
with the thing and what's her name.

No, you must be thinking
of somebody else.

Damn. I could have sworn
that was you.

This is my partner, Ed Green.

Pleasure.
How you doing, man?

So we hear that you worked
for Tony Rosatti?

Yeah, a guy you wouldn't mind
having a beer with. It's a shame.

So, uh, what can I do you for?

What do you know
about Mrs. Rosatti?

Oh, she whacked him,
no question.

You're sure of that?

Twenty years on the job

and another 10 years doing
matrimonial private peeping,

you get a sense of
who the bad actors are.

And Sherri was
less than faithful?

Oh, you know that old song You Call It
Jogging, But I Call It Running Around.

I assume by that you don't
mean she was staying in shape.

Oh, she was in great shape,
all right. See for yourself.

Ooh.
(CHUCKLES)

BRISCOE: This guy's name
wouldn't be Porter, would it?

FORSYTHE: Randy Porter,
as a matter of fact.

And get this.

Not only is he
banging the guy's bride,

he worked for
the poor bastard, too.

Talk about double dipping.

I've been with Rosatti Builders since '99.
I'm an electrician.

Did you get to know
the boss well?

Well, he was the boss,
I was a peon, you know?

Yeah, I hear you.

My lieutenant wouldn't let me
anywhere near her dinner table.

They say the class system
is dead.

Hey, did the wife
come around a lot?

Mrs. Rosatti at a job site?
I don't think so.

She's a "tea at the Helmsley
Palace" type, you know?

Mmm, wouldn't want
to break a heel?

Exactly.

I don't know. She didn't
look too genteel to me,

especially this one on the sink.

I know what this looks like.

So do we, Randy.

Look, uh, I did some
work at his house,

and me and Sherri, we kind of hit it off.
That's all.

I'd say so.

Look, it wasn't
a big deal, okay?

Besides, I wasn't even in the
country when Tony was killed.

You know, that is the first thing that
you've said that I actually believe.

Yeah, you and Sherri had to get
your alibis straight, right?

Why would we do that?

Because Tony made Sherri
sign a pre-nup.

If she gets caught cheating, she walks
away with just the clothes on her back.

Are you saying we killed Tony before
he had a chance to divorce her?

Hey, I saw Body Heat
three times.

Not for nothing, but Sherri
was planning on dumping him.

BRISCOE: For who? You?

I think I want to call a lawyer.

Excuse me.

You know what they charge
for a drink in this place?

Why do you think I quit?

Thank you for meeting me here.

The house, it gives me
the willies since...

Well, yeah, I could say the
same about this place.

Can I get you something?

No, that's all right.

No, me? I'm still working off the
one I finished six years ago.

Randy called me.
He said he talked to you.

Yeah. He told us
about you two.

Have you ever been lonely?

Tony was always working.

Well, that's usually
how the bills get paid.

Maybe your bills.

Sure, construction
is up and down,

but for Tony, it's been down and
downer since the dot com bubble burst.

You're saying
he was going broke?

His company was
this close to Chapter Eleven.

I hate to point it out, but that's
a $12 drink you're sipping.

And it might be my last.

Two mortgages on the house,

money from the second
re-fi is just about gone.

Why would I kill Tony?

The pre-nup was moot.

He didn't have a dime.

What about that fancy
townhouse of yours?

The bank's about
to foreclose on it.

Look, Tony lived
one month to the next.

He had some friends
who helped him out.

Friends with, uh, broken noses?

He grew up in Red Hook.

ED: Any of these friends
friendlier than the rest?

See that spot right
out there in the middle?

That's where they fished my old
man's old man outta the river.

Look, Mr. Vignerelli.

No, no. Vig, Bobby Vig.
Everybody calls me "Bobby Vig."

How appropriate
for a loan shark.

Hey, if the shoe fits.

I'm not ashamed of it. I gotta feed
my family. It's my profession, huh?

Look, we need to talk
to you about Tony Rosatti.

Ah, Tone...

What a shame. What are
you gonna do?

You two go way back, do you?

As far back as the womb.

His father and my father used to
hijack trucks together outta Idlewild.

The ties that bind.

Mrs. Rosatti says that you might
have lent Tony some money?

Yeah, I did. He was
a friend in trouble.

I mean,
it's the right thing to do.

Well, how much trouble?

A month's payroll.
It was no big deal.

You charge him the usual 100%
interest compounded weekly?

He was a friend.
One point over prime.

You and Alan Greenspan, huh?

If it was a stranger, it would
have been a different story.

I wouldn't have been
so generous.

Tony insisted on signing a note.

He wanted to
keep everything legit.

So, now you got to chase the
estate for your dough, right?

I don't have to chase anything.
Sherri'll take care of me.

ED: With what?

Are you guys with the IRS?

No, we never touch the stuff.

See, you don't know about Tony.

He always had a few bucks stashed away
under the table in case of a rainy day.

But he put the account
under Sherri's name,

so the FBI couldn't touch it.

You wouldn't happen to know
the name of the bank

this rainy day account
was in, would you?

Looks like cash deposits
were made on a regular basis.

Let me guess.
All under $10,000.

GAIL: Who needs all that
pesky Federal paperwork?

What about withdrawals?

Hardly anything.
$100 here, $200 there.

Interesting.

About three months ago she wired
$50,000 to another account.

According to the routing number,
it's an off-shore bank.

The Turks and Caicos.

She wires 50Gs out of the country
without leaving the comforts of home.

You could do that by fax?

Hah! I need three kinds of ID just to transfer
a few bucks from savings to checking.

Whoo. And we don't know whose
name is on that account?

Oh, that's the beauty of
off-shore banking.

And you think she used
the money to hire a hit man?

Fifty grand will buy a lot of
professional expertise.

But Mrs. Rosatti knew her husband's
business was on the skids.

She knew she wasn't going to get anything.
Why would she have him killed?

Hey, he had one rainy day
fund that we know about.

Maybe he had more.

Ed's been over at his office,
checking his financial records.

Where the hell are the
Turks and Caicos anyway?

Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea.

Which is?

I know it's out past Queens.

This guy was drowning
in red ink.

But he did have
a safe-deposit box.

BRISCOE: Account number two,
under the radar.

I'll call for a warrant.

BRISCOE: How much do you want
to bet most of these sparklers

were on Sherri's list
for the insurance company?

Well, if we can't get her for the
murder, maybe we'll get her for fraud.

Deed for the townhouse,
auto insurance, liability.

Life?

Yeah, a whole life policy,
issued 1994.

Half a mil, beneficiary
Sherri Rosatti.

That sounds like motive to me.

Whoa, here's a better one.

Term policy, issued
six months ago,

death benefit $3 million.

I bet I can guess
who the beneficiary is.

Rosatti told his insurance
agent that Sherri

had been nagging him to
take on the new policy

because his business
was in trouble

and she wanted to be protected in
case something happened to him.

Why hasn't she filed a claim?

Waiting for the dust to settle,
doesn't want to raise any flags.

Then you think
she hired a hit man.

$50,000 wired to an
unnamed, off-shore account?

What do you think?

Between the war on drugs
and the war on terrorism,

bank secrecy isn't
what it used to be.

So, if we can convince the
authorities in the Turks and Caicos

that this money
financed a felony...

Come on, Raymond.
How often do I come to you?

Not often enough.

A call from a U.S. Attorney of your stature,
and we could solve a murder for hire.

I love it when you flatter me.
Let me see the account number.

This suspect transferred money to this
account a few months before the murder.

First, let's see if we've done business
with the account holder before.

Tell me you know who it is.

I'll do you one better. I'll introduce
you to him, up close and personal.

You are kidding.

Mr. James Astangura.

He wouldn't by any chance be a
professional hit man, would he?

Recently retired. Buried 12
guys we know of, so far.

Right now, he's eating three squares
a day compliments of Uncle Sam.

How long you been
footing the bill?

Going on two months. You
wouldn't know it to look at him,

but Jamie's got a beautiful singing voice.
Tenor, I think.

We just can't get enough.

If he's been locked up in
Federal prison for two months,

how did he kill my guy
last week?

I wonder if Mr. Astangura's work
comes with a money-back guarantee?

He promised somebody that Tony Rosatti
would end up dead, which he did.

So, it looks like Astangura
fulfilled his end of the bargain.

From the Federal penitentiary?

Who knows? Maybe
he farmed the job out.

Contractor to subcontractor.

It's a business like
any other business.

And a lot more exciting than
making widgets, I suppose.

Talk to
Mr. Astangura.

Yeah, and why would
he tell us anything?

Brownie points with
the U.S. District Attorney.

He's naming names.
What's one more?

Great thing about
this line of work.

People you don't know are
always wiring you money.

It's nice to meet a man
who enjoys his work.

Yeah, I'm blessed.

We'd like to talk to you
about Tony Rosatti.

I'd love to give you
your quid, missy,

but I don't see
no pro quo on the table.

I assume this goes
in the "credit" column?

As long as your client
keeps telling the truth,

he keeps racking up
the frequent flyer miles.

I'll have to check my Palm Pilot but, yeah,
Tony Rosatti was on my "to do" list.

Unfortunately, Mr. Berman here and
his friends screwed up my schedule.

Well, it seems one of your
associates picked up your slack.

What's she saying?

Tony Rosatti was murdered
last week.

Son-of-a-bitch lied to me.

He said 50 was all he could pay.

And you know he lied how?

Well, obviously he got antsy

and hired somebody else to do
the job when I didn't show.

You're not too quick, are you?

I thought you would have hired
somebody else to finish...

I work alone.

How do you think I lasted
in the business for 15 years?

You said "he." Were you
talking about Randy Porter?

How should I know?

Don't you know who hires you?

Maybe you should tell Ms.
Southerlyn how it works, Jamie.

You're the client.

You go to somebody you trust
and say, "I got a problem."

Your friend says, "Okay, buy a throwaway
cell and give me the number."

Then your friend calls somebody who
calls somebody who calls somebody,

who calls me.

And you're the guy that can
take care of my problem?

Right.

Then I call you back
on the throwaway cell.

You give me the name
and address of your problem,

I give you the number of
an off-shore bank account.

You wire me the money.

And then what happens?

You throw the cell
down a storm drain and wait.

Sooner or later, it gets done.

But you do talk to the client?

Just that once.

But I don't know his name, and he
definitely does not know mine.

Do you still have
the cell phone number?

(INAUDIBLE)

Got it all up here.

So this last person
in the chain,

the guy that calls you and gave you
the client's cell phone number?

I'm gonna wanna talk to him.

Well, maybe you better call that

Jamaican mama on the
infomercial, the psychic?

Or, uh, maybe John Edward?

What are you saying?

Alberto Dosso.

He was shivved in Allenwood
two weeks ago. He's dead.

Do you believe him?

Well, he has no reason to lie, and
he's admitted to everything else.

Mrs. Rosatti and her boyfriend
obviously got tired of waiting

and went somewhere else.

How? By tiptoeing through
the Yellow Pages under "H"?

Mrs. Rosatti went to
Brearly and Mount Holyoke.

How would she know
how to find a hit man?

Porter worked in construction.

He might have the contacts
to get this done.

And that's enough for a warrant?
He worked in construction?

These days it is.

You like guns, huh?

So does our President.

I didn't vote for him.

Look, I don't know what you guys
are expecting to find here.

Lennie.

The whole point of a throwaway cell phone,
Randy, is you're supposed to throw it away.

No, that ain't mine.

I don't know how it got there.

I don't think the maid
left it up here.

(RINGING)

Of all the cell phones in all
the gin joints in the world.

What's this guy talking about?

Why don't you explain it
to him, Lennie?

Randy Porter, you're under arrest...
What?

for the murder of Tony Rosatti.
What?

You have the right to remain silent.
Oh, man!

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

A $10 phone?

That's why you're ruining
my client's life?

Actually, we're interested in the
call that your client received

on that phone
from Jamie Astangura.

Never heard of him.

We know you didn't
know his name.

Well, this makes sense.

Mr. Astangura was the last
link in a chain that started

with your client and ended with
the murder of Tony Rosatti.

That certainly clears is all up.

Mr. Astangura is
a professional hit man.

What? Whoa.

What are you saying?

You think I paid to have Tony hit?
What are you, out of your skull?

No, actually, I think
Mrs. Rosatti was the bankroll

and you made the arrangements from the
phone we found in your apartment.

Look, like I told the cops, I don't
know how that phone got there.

And I believe you just
about as much as they do.

I can't believe
she's doing this to me.

And I thought she loved me.

She's setting me up, don't you see?
It had to be her.

How would Mrs. Rosatti even begin
to know where to hire a hit man?

How would I? I don't know
anybody like that.

Look, Ms. Southerlyn...

RANDY: Her father.

What about him?

Her father's a cop.

Cops know bad guys, right?

Detective Jerry Malick,
on the job in the 116,

did his 20 and out.

His last assignment was
organized crime, undercover.

I'd say that would have put him into
contact with the right kind of people.

Well, he has an
unblemished record.

Why would he get involved in
something like this now?

Either he loves his daughter, or
$3 million in insurance money.

One of the two, or both.

MALICK: I did my time
under Schiff.

He's a smart man,

but he took the criminal's
rights a little too seriously.

I could think of a dozen
guys still on the street

because he said our arrests
weren't righteous.

Hmm. Like Jamie Astangura?

Ooh, there's a name
I haven't heard in years.

Astangura's a hitter, a pro.

Did he have something to do
with Tony's murder?

Well, somebody hired him,
or tried to.

But he couldn't have done it because he
was in prison at the time of the murder.

Who hired him?

He doesn't know. He said
it came through cutouts.

So you're telling me that somebody
hired a hitter to take Tony out?

Yeah. You got any thoughts?

On Tony?

He owed money, he cut corners,

he knew creeps. Take your pick,
it could have been anybody.

So, how did you feel
about your son-in-law?

He was older than me by six
months, but love is blind, right?

Sherri loved him?

Sure she did.

Why?

Wait a minute.
What are you getting at?

Why are you here?

I just want to know anything you
can tell me about Jamie Astangura.

You think Sherri hired him,
and I helped her.

Mr. Malick, we have her wire transfer.
She paid him $50,000.

I'm sure there's another explanation.
There's gotta be.

Astangura said that the money was
for the murder of Tony Rosatti.

We'd like to know
how your daughter

knew a man like Astangura,
if it wasn't through you?

Get out of my house.

Malick definitely
knew Jamie Astangura.

Maybe Sherri did, too.

"Take your daughter
to work day."

Even if we prove they hired him,

Astangura didn't kill Tony Rosatti.
Someone else pulled the trigger.

Do you think that we have enough
to convict Sherri Rosatti?

I think that if we slap
some bracelets on her,

we'll hear a whole aria about
who the second hit man was.

Call Van Buren.

That's a great shot.

Can't you see I'm in
the middle of a match?

You play a little tennis,
don't you, Lennie?

Well, I'm no Serena Williams,

I know one thing,
it's all in the wrist.

Sherri Rosatti, you're under arrest
for the murder of Tony Rosatti.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have
the right to an attorney...

"Docket number 65721. People v.
Sherri Rosatti and Randolph Porter.

"Charges are Murder
in the First Degree

"and Conspiracy to Commit
Murder in the First Degree."

JUDGE: Let's have some
pleas. Mrs. Rosatti?

Not guilty.

Mr. Porter?
Not guilty.

The People request the defendants
be remanded without bail.

And why should today be
different than any other?

Your Honor, this
is a murder for hire.

Let's hope the People
have something

left over after the defendants
have paid their tab.

Bail is $250,000 each.
Cash or bond. Next!

(BANGS GAVEL)

CLERK: "Docket number 9521..."

Look, say it as much as you want,
I never wired anything to anyone.

We have your faxed instructions.

Tony had access to
that account, too.

Right. And when he wasn't putting up
sheet rock, he was a master forger.

All I know is, I never signed
any bank instructions.

Of course we'll get
a handwriting expert.

Of course.

Let's look at the facts,

starting with where Mrs. Rosatti
would find Mr. Astragoono

in the first place.

JACK: Astangura.

Whatever. Where would
she hire a hit man?

By a strange coincidence, your
client's father knows Mr. Astangura.

We think he put her in
contact with him.

My father?

HENDERSON: It's okay, Sherri.

Well, my father has
nothing to do with this.

If your father didn't
help you, who did?

(SIGHS) I had no idea Randy
would do something like this.

He put you in contact
with Astangura?

He asked me for money.

Maybe we should talk?
No. I want to tell him this.

Randy was in trouble. He said he was
in over his head in gambling debts.

He, uh... He said they were gonna
kill him if he didn't pay.

So, you did wire the money?

No, but he knew about the account.
He must have forged my name.

I didn't know...

I didn't know
he would kill Tony.

This is the story
you're sticking with?

It's true.

Somebody's lying.

I'll give you three guesses.
Hint, she's not in this room.

Why would I lie?

Tony dying, what's in it for me?

$3 million.

RANDY: What?

Mr. Rosatti's
life insurance.

Which I'm guessing was
payable to Mrs. Rosatti.

I didn't know anything
about any life insurance.

I think we're done.

SERENA: Fine.
Wait.

I never believed she'd
actually go through with this.

Go through with what?

She was always saying,

"Wouldn't it be great
if Tony were gone?

"We could be together.

"We wouldn't have to
sneak around."

Yeah, and $3 million in a bank
account certainly wouldn't hurt.

I don't know anything
about the insurance.

Believe me.

She's smart.

Look how she set this up
so that, if it went bad,

I'd take the fall.

Blaming each other's a step
in the right direction.

He said, she said. It could
add up to reasonable doubt.

As it stands, we can't prove murder
because we don't have any evidence

as to who really
killed Tony Rosatti.

On the other hand, to prove
conspiracy to commit murder,

we have to show agreement.

And with each of them putting
it all off on the other...

The Rosatti woman
paid Astangura?

JACK: That's right.

And this Porter character
received the call from Astangura?

The cell phone
was in his apartment.

So, even if we can't prove they
conspired with each other,

which we know they did,

we can prove that they
each conspired separately

with our friend
in the Federal pen.

The old un-indicted
co-conspirator game.

Dosso called me. He gave
me a cell phone number.

I called that number.

Whoever it was on the other end told me
he wanted Tony Rosatti taken care of.

Excuse me, Mr. Astangura, by
"taken care of," you mean...

Eliminated. Erased.

Killed.

ASTANGURA: Yeah,
that's right. Killed.

And what did you
tell this person?

I gave him my off-shore
bank account number.

As soon as he wired me the
50 grand, we had a deal.

Is this the number you called?

It is.

Let the record show

that the number
matches People's Three,

the cell phone found in
defendant Porter's apartment.

And did he wire you the money?

He did.

And did you kill
Mr. Rosatti?

I was arrested before I
could execute the contract.

That's all.

Just to perfectly clear,
Mr. Astangura,

are you sure you spoke to a man
when you dialed that number?

Yeah, it was a guy.
Definitely.

White guy, New York accent. More
than that I couldn't tell you.

Do you know someone
named Jerry Malick?

I used to know an undercover
cop by that name.

QUINN: He's retired now.

Would you be surprised to learn that Mr.
Malick is in fact

Mrs. Rosatti's,
the defendant's, father?

I didn't know that. But I tell you what.
You stay in this business long enough,

nothing surprises you.

Did Mr. Malick know what
line of work you were in?

Did he know you were
a murderer for hire?

Yeah. Sure, he knew.

Can you say,
beyond any reasonable doubt,

that the voice you heard
on the cell phone

was not Jerry Malick's?

No. I couldn't say that. No.

That's all.

The truth is,
I really loved Tony.

HENDERSON:
But you cheated on him?

He was always working.

When he wasn't working,
he was worrying about work.

And having an affair was your
way of getting his attention?

I guess.

You love someone, you marry him.

The years go by, after a while you
start to feel taken for granted.

I mean, yes, I wanted
Tony to notice me,

but I didn't want to hurt him.

I just wanted to feel...

Yes?

Alive.

And appreciated.

And what about Randy Porter?

Was he just a fling?

Randy was a mistake.

Did Randy love you?

I thought he did.

He kept talking about marriage.

He said,

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if Tony
was somehow out of the picture?"

Out of the picture?

What do you think Mr.
Porter meant by that?

I certainly didn't think he meant killing
him, if that's what you're getting at.

Did you know your husband
was about to divorce you?

Yes, um...

He knew about me and Randy.

We talked about it.

I was hoping that we
might get back together.

We were trying to
work things out.

And your idea of
working things out

was to go to Bermuda for the
weekend with Mr. Porter?

The same weekend
your husband was murdered?

RANDY: I was serious
about Sherri.

Clearly, she wasn't
serious about me.

Why do you say that?

Sherri's all about money.

And I don't have any.
Never have.

The funny thing is,
neither did Tony.

He lived high on the hog,
but it was all borrowed.

Not exactly what Sherri bargained
for when she said, "I do."

She told you this, did she?

It's all she ever talked about.

QUINN: Thank you.

Did you ever hear of
Jamie Astangura?

Not until he testified.

So his call to your cell phone,
what was that, a wrong number?

It wasn't my cell phone.

I'm sure you did tests
for fingerprints.

Did you find any of
mine on there?

I'm asking the questions,
Mr. Porter.

If he did, you'd know about it.
He'd tell you.

That's enough,
Mr. Porter.

RANDY: Just saying.

If it isn't your cell phone, how
did it get into your apartment?

I don't know.

But I will tell you this.

Sherri Rosatti has had a key
to my place for forever.

Any chance this was their legal
strategy from the get-go?

Well, good liars
make good actors.

(SIGHS) What the hell.

Time to look
reality in the kisser.

Offer each of them man one.

In exchange for?

The second hit man.

The guy who killed Tony Rosatti.

Somebody's got to know.

SERENA: Let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

I just got a response to
those serial numbers, Jack.

Before the trial, I asked
Serena to run the cell phone

found in Porter's
apartment by manufacturer.

It was purchased in Brooklyn
at a bodega in Red Hook.

Bobby Vignerelli. Rosatti's
loan shark boyhood friend.

We'll need to look
at his bank records.

Done.

Hey, uh, maybe you can get me
a cup of coffee and a Danish?

I ain't used to getting up
this early in the morning.

We're not here to entertain you, Mr.
Vignerelli.

Then uh, why the
wake-up call?

JACK: Conspiracy to
commit murder.

Murder?

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

We subpoenaed your bank records.

Ten weeks ago,

you wrote a check to Tony
Rosatti for $50,000.

It's like I told the cops.

Tony needed a loan to make payroll.
That's all there is.

A short time later, someone wired
$50,000 from Mrs. Rosatti's account

to James Astangura,
professional hit man.

So, Sherri had Tony killed.

I read the newspapers
just like anybody else.

I mean, I didn't know she
was gonna steal the money,

then use it to have him whacked.

One month later,

you withdrew another $50,000
from your accounts.

That's right. I had a cash flow
situation that I had to straighten out.

I think it was a second
payment to a second hit man.

You got this all wrong.

Tony was my dear, dear friend.

He owed you a lot of money, his
business was on the ropes.

He was never gonna pay you back.

I think you were in cahoots with Mrs.
Rosatti.

You conspired to murder Tony,

frame Randy Porter,
and claim the insurance money.

Give us the name of the second hit man and
save yourself from a capital murder charge.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

Who?

Do you know an Austin Foster?

Yeah, that's, uh, Tony's lawyer.
I told him to come here.

Send him in.

Why is he here?

Because Tony told me if you ever
got on my case about his business,

I was to notify Foster.

Hello, everybody.

What's this?

That is a dated and unopened parcel
sent to me by Mr. Tony Rosatti,

with instructions to open it only if
and when Mr. Vignerelli so requests.

Will you do the honors,
Mr. McCoy?

Hey, Bobby, Austin.

I know if you're watching this,

the two of you are in a room
with a couple of D.A. 's

and the whole thing's
gone to hell.

Whoever it is, hi.
My name is Tony Rosatti.

I thought I'd planned this
whole thing out pretty good.

Sherri and that son-of-a-bitch Porter in
jail, me at peace, maybe for the first time.

So, Mr. D.A.,

the hit man, the wired money,

the phone in Porter's apartment,

it was all me.

Bobby loaned me the dough, but
he didn't know what it was for.

Sorry, Bobby, for
jamming you up this way.

So, that's it.

All's well,
et cetera, et cetera.

You know what?

Parting is not sweet sorrow.

It's just plain sweet.

Well, I'll be damned.

All right, Tone.

I don't believe he could
have done this by himself.

You loaned him the
money to bankroll this.

I could indict you
as a co-conspirator.

For what? To commit
assisted suicide?

Well, I guess I'll go buy
myself that cup of coffee, huh?

We'll never know who the second hit man
was, who really killed Tony Rosatti.

Foster's right.
It was an assisted suicide.

Well, I guess it beats
dousing yourself with rum

and lighting up a Cohiba.

Rosatti's second will gives Bobby Vig
the jewelry in his safe-deposit box.

At least Sherri won't be getting
any of that insurance money.

I'm sure she's already
got a team of lawyers

contesting the suicide clause.

Fighting an insurance company.
Now that's suicide.