All language subtitles for Law and order S13E14 - Star Crossed

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.

TYLER: What do you want? I've
been buying my clothes from Sal

since I'm, like, two years old.

Which makes him, what, 80?

You know me. I'm not
one to get personal.

(LAUGHS) Here we go. It's just,
you're, like, the last guy

in the borough who
wears a string tie.

Cheryl said something
Saturday, right?

You think all we talk
about is you?

Look, it's all about image, Tyler,
and yours needs an upgrade.

What's their rush, you think?

They probably gotta get
home to walk the dog.

Yeah, that must be it.

Car 23 Charlie.
I got a man down

on 127th, just east of Lenox.

Send paramedics.

DISPATCH: The bus is
on the way.

Make that
the Medical Examiner, too.

That's right, three of 'em. Wool caps.
Flew up that way.

Could you pick them out of a lineup?
It was dark.

What about you?
Sorry.

Nobody else around here
saw anything either.

COOK: He took one helluva
whack to the skull.

Lead pipe, baseball
bat, something.

Anything in his pockets?

Around here, we're lucky
he's still got pockets.

Let's leave the social
commentary to Andy Rooney.

I'm just saying, it's an
expensive suit, Prada.

Maybe he was
on his way to church.

That's why you've got the badge.

Detective, we found
this wallet up the block.

It was emptied except for this.

Hal Garber, manager
of Manhattan Jaguar.

That's in the fifties.
He's a long way from home.

Who knows?
Maybe they deliver.

ANGELA: Yeah, that's Hal.

We found him last night.
We're sorry.

On Lenox Avenue?
My God.

I take it Harlem wasn't one of Mr.
Garber's usual stops.

The Hal I know wouldn't go above 96th
street without an automatic weapon.

The thing is, you can get
away with a lot more on Lenox

than you can on
Park Avenue and 56th.

Can you play golf?

As far as I know, that was Hal's only vice.
No drugs, no gambling. Just golf.

I think it gets a little cold on
the back nine this time of year.

When was the last time you saw him?
Yesterday. Around 5:00.

He was going out with a customer.
A silver XJR.

BRISCOE: And nobody noticed he
didn't come in this morning?

He's the manager.

That means he gets to take the cars
home whenever he feels like it.

Does that mean the XJR
didn't come back either?

Well, like I said,
he's the manager.

Let me ask you this. Do you still
make copies of customers' licenses

before you let them
get behind the wheel?

Sure, I'll get it for you.

Please, shoot me.

Are you Roscoe Martinez?

For another
couple of hours, anyway.

(SNEEZING)

(GROANS)
Hey! Go, go, go.

At least he won't put up a fight.
If he's not faking it.

(ROSCOE VOMITING)

You take his temperature.

I'm sorry.

My luck, I had to be at a closing the
day they gave flu shots at the office.

How long you been sick,
Mr. Martinez?

Three days.
(SNEEZES)

What's going on?

We have some questions
about Hal Garber.

Who?

The salesman who took you
for a test drive yesterday?

Right. Just after
I finished the marathon.

Hey, he's dead!

And we think you may be the
last person to see him alive.

Only, I have no idea who he is

or what you're talking about.

The car dealer who photocopied your
license and took you out for a drive.

I see you're on top of it
as much as my doctor.

Six months ago,
someone picked my pocket.

I'm still waiting for Motor
Vehicles to send me a new license.

(SNEEZING)

The 31 said Martinez reported his
wallet stolen back in October.

Two hundred in cash, credit cards,
driver's license, the works.

And you're thinking whoever stole the
car killed Garber and dumped the body?

He was using a phony ID, which
means he was up to something.

Now, the canvass came up empty.

We're guessing the kids found
him dead, rolled him and ran.

Any charges on
Mr. Martinez's credit cards?

Our perp doesn't believe in debt.
Even somebody else's.

Yeah. Okay.
All right, thanks.

Hey, listen, a brand new
XJR with dealer plates

was ticketed this morning at an
expired meter in Murray Hill.

Check it for prints.
Already done.

The ticketing officer
called the dealership.

They told him what happened to Garber.
He called CSU.

They came, towed
the car to Forensics.

Everybody's looking
to get a gold shield.

Well, this cop may have
earned one. Check this out.

Blood found on the passenger seat
is the same type as Garber's.

Prints found in the car match
those at the scene of a robbery.

A Second Avenue bar
called Bartholomew's.

So, this guy likes expensive
cars and expensive drinks.

Spivack from robbery
is working on the case.

And he's doing a helluva job.

One thing you gotta
give him, he has balls.

Saturday night, midnight,
the place is packed, right?

This bozo walks right
up to me, guns blazing.

He fired his weapon?
It's an expression.

He had a gun out.
Silver pistol.

I wasn't about
to argue with the dude.

SPIVACK: Checking up on me,
are you?

Somebody has to, Spivack.

ED: Your boy just graduated
to murder one.

Good. You take him.

It's hard to believe this
place only had five Gs.

Well, it's
a platinum card crowd.

They pay more for one martini than guys
like me spend for the whole bottle.

Two in the register, three
in a lock box under the bar.

MARTY: That's where
we hid the large bills.

Place hasn't been open long
enough to have former employees.

Well, the guy must've
been here before.

Would've noticed.
Spanish kid.

What, no habla español in here?

Birds of a feather. Our
crowd's pretty white shoe.

I figured he had a spotter. Saw
Marty here open the lock box.

ED: So where are the witness statements?
Where are the witnesses?

The joint is packed,
nobody sees nothing.

Except a guy calls 911.

That would be Darren Tarlow.

He's one of our regulars.

TARLOW: I'm sitting
at the bar with this babe.

She is rocking this
little sleeveless number,

stops about three inches
above her belly ring.

We're happy for you,
Mr. Tarlow.

So I've had, uh, maybe tee
many martoonies, you know.

I've gotta hit the head.
I finish up my business,

I head back to my seat at the bar.
That was near the register.

Yeah, that's right. And I see this Spanish
dude sticking a piece in Marty's gut,

so I called 911 on my cell.

Was this dude alone?
Yeah, as far as I could tell.

Maybe your girlfriend saw something
while you were indisposed.

No, I doubt it. By the time
I got back to the bar,

Rosalita was gone with the wind.

Rosalita?
So she was Hispanic?

I'm telling you, man, this girl was hot.
I had her half in the sack, too.

Gun must've scared her off.
Does Rosalita have a last name?

I wish I knew it. I haven't seen
her in there before or since.

What the hell. It's not like I could have
brought her home to mom anyway, right?

Why? Your mama don't like
girls named Rosalita?

Girl's in the rag biz. I saw her
New York College of Fashion ID

when she took out some
green to buy smokes.

The College of Fashion's
all the way across town.

Odds are somebody spotted
for the guy.

"Hi. We're looking for a student named
Rosalita with a hoop through her navel,

"who, because she might
be of Hispanic descent,

"we suspect might've ridden
shotgun on an armed robbery."

Hey, like the man said,
birds of a feather.

Why would she lie to me? Hey, I
don't know what to tell you.

There are no Rosalitas registered
at New York College of Fashion.

Can't trust anybody.

Well, not at
Bartholomew's, anyway.

Oh, that's her.

Not bad.
You see what I'm saying?

TINA: The stitching is cheap. I wouldn't
be caught dead in something like this.

ED: Most people
can't afford that.

Cost and quality have nothing
to do with each other.

People who know, people with
taste, never look at a price tag.

Can you believe I get
course credit for this?

Anyway, after I get my
degree, everything changes.

Now, this is to die for.
ED: It's tasteful.

Room to spare.
I'd have to work two jobs.

But she'd be yours forever.

Small price to pay.
I know I would.

Uh, excuse me, but right
now we'd appreciate it

if you could tell us about
that night at Bartholomew's.

Oh, my girlfriend dragged me there, and
then ran off with some stockbroker.

You know what they say.
You can't buy taste.

What's your girlfriend's name?
Maria.

So anyway, she takes off with Mr. Brioni and
leaves me with one of the Brooks Brothers.

An accountant or ad man or something.
Darren Tarlow.

Could be.

But thank God that man
had a small bladder,

otherwise he'd have killed me
with his stock picks.

BRISCOE: So what happened when the
guy pulled the gun? I was long gone.

As soon as that goofball stood up to
go to the bathroom, I was outta there.

All I'm saying is, no good can come from
a woman who doesn't look at price tags.

How would you know?

Okay, no good can come from a woman
who second seats a stick up.

Tina? Come on.
Oh, is that you talking or...

(PAGER BEEPING)

Green. Yeah? Uh-huh.

Okay. All right, thanks.

An art gallery was robbed
a week ago.

The prints match those from
the bar and the Jaguar.

Cash?
A painting.

Oh, how tasteful.

I feel raped. Violated.
A picture?

It could've been a lot worse.
It was a David Bierk.

Oh, I guess that's a horse
of a different color.

Bierk died last year. He won't
be painting anymore, I'm afraid.

It was right there. This thug
knew exactly what he was doing.

Dawn was one of our best pieces.

ED: How much does something
like that go for?

We listed it at 80.

But the point is, there's only a
handful of people on the planet

that can appreciate its beauty.

People come in here every day, they spend
twice that for half the paintings.

So how do you suppose
this art expert got in here?

The front door,
middle of the day.

God, his pistol was in my face.

I already told all this
to the other detectives.

Yeah, we're working on
a related case.

Hmm. Serial rapist?
Something like that.

A wallet for 200, a bar for five
grand, an $80,000 painting,

a $100,000 car. Hey, he's trading up.
It's the American way.

VAN BUREN: Yeah, what's next,
a Lear jet?

Only if
it's tastefully decorated.

Would you just leave it alone?

Can I play, too?

Some friend of Ed's who was at the
bar the night of the robbery.

She ain't a friend of mine, and all
I'm saying is, a girl like that

could do a whole lot
better than a stick-up man.

Like what, an art thief? Hey, she disappeared
right before the guy pulled his piece.

She lied about her name to
the citizen who called 911.

And her seat at the bar had a
bird's eye view of the cash box

filled with large bills.

Go see what's hanging up
on her walls.

Sorry it's such a mess.

I've been on operating tables
that had more dirt than this.

I can't tolerate sloppy. Can I get
you guys a water or something?

No, thanks, we're fine.
This is nice.

An old boyfriend.
He dabbles.

I'd actually consider
purchasing something like this.

You'd be wasting your money.

Keep your wallet closed until I get
my line of men's wear on the market.

There's a suit I'm working on
that'll look dashing on you.

Hey, if your prices are anything
like the place you work,

you can frame it
and hang it on the wall.

You're ex-boyfriend who painted
this, what's his name? Manuel...

Lopez. He has a closet full of
them if you're really interested.

Just because I work here doesn't
mean I can afford to shop here.

Doesn't that bother Tina?
Only the best.

That's all she
ever talked about.

You know one time,

I got us tickets to The Producers
back when Nathan Lane was in it.

And when she saw that the seats were
in the balcony, she walked out.

BRISCOE: I didn't know there was
anything below the balcony.

Thank you. So, what's she doing
with a regular guy like you?

Truth is, I had enough of her. Tina sucks
the oxygen out of any room she enters.

And unfortunately,
I like to breathe.

Anyway, she found her Prince Charming.
ED: How do you know?

(SCOFFS) Saw her a couple of months ago.
She had a big, red Sorken.

I heard they got
a cure for that.

It's a bag by Gaston.

Actually, the one on her arm
must've gone for 20 grand.

Do you mind?
ED: Go ahead.

Twenty grand?

You suppose Prince Charming
actually purchased the pocketbook?

It just looks like
a regular bag.

There isn't a 16-month waiting
list for a regular bag.

I don't get it.

They're made to order in Paris.

Imagine what
they carry inside the bag.

You don't understand.

It's not the money,
it's the status.

You haven't had
any thefts, have you?

This one was ordered by
Mrs. Neuworth two years ago.

We keep it in our safe until she
gets back from Monte Carlo.

Although when Mrs. Guttenberg's
was lost en route six months ago,

she threatened to bring criminal
charges against the courier company.

Was Mrs. Guttenberg's bag
red, by any chance?

What a to-do that caused,
let me tell you.

Maybe we can talk to the guy that was
supposed to deliver the bag to the store.

I wish you people would
leave Robby alone.

Robby? Yeah, Roberto Delgado.
He's a good kid.

He carried a box from
the truck into the store.

Is it his fault
it had rocks in it?

Actually, it might be.

Well, your associates already
put him through the ringer,

and they came up with nothing.
What's French for "insurance scam"?

Well, if we could talk to Robby.
Suit yourself.

He quit right after the bag
hit the fan.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't blame him.

You want I should
stand guard or something?

Nah, it's all right.

Yeah, sure. Robby shouldn't be back until
after his shift at the restaurant.

Tina with a guy
who washes dishes.

Hey, there's no
accounting for taste.

Looks like dawn to me.

He told me that was for his girlfriend.
Uh, I didn't really believe him.

Oh, no? Why?

Well, he's not the smoothest silk in
the drawer, if you know what I mean.

ED: Hey, Lennie!

Oh, he's been busier
than we thought. Yeah.

How much you wanna bet
this starts that Jag XJR?

Where's that restaurant exactly?

What can I do you for? Yeah, you got
a Roberto Delgado working here?

Yo, Robby!
What'd he do?

What makes you think
he did something?

You're kidding, right?

BRISCOE: Roberto Delgado.
You're under arrest.

For the murder of Hal
Garber, among other things.

Murder?

We know you can talk, Robby. We
saw you making a phone call.

Hey, if you don't understand,

the whole point of this exercise is
for us to say you did something bad,

and for you to either
agree or disagree.

You keeping your mouth shut
spoils our fun.

Save your breath, Lennie.

What we found in his apartment
makes all the noise that we need.

Mr. Delgado has a visitor.

What did you do? Huh?
What did you do?

How dare you? He's
entitled to a lawyer.

We already told him
that three times.

TINA: Yeah, well,
he wants one.

Well, it would've been nice
if he said as much.

You know, while you're here, Tina,
we can read you your rights.

Me? For what?

For starters, that $20,000
bag hanging from your arm.

There's a law against receiving...
Oh, come on.

This is a knockoff.

Isn't it?

Well, look, if it is real,
I had no idea.

Then there's accomplice
to armed robbery.

The bar?

Oh, God.

Well, he must have
followed me there.

You know, I'll bet Ms. Montoya would
like to talk to Robby in private.

TINA: Are you okay?
Are you buying any of that?

Well, she does seem to have
all her bases covered.

TINA: Trust me. You're
awfully accommodating today.

I've found people tend to open
up when we're not around.

ED: And if she doesn't?

We've got to let her go.

TINA: It'll all
work itself out.

Come here.

I'll take care of
everything, Robby, okay?

You don't say a thing.

Yeah, man, 9:00 is fine.
All right, brother, later.

Hey. Can I help you?

I want to thank you
for your help.

May I?
Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

For being so professional.

I've seen the way
some cops are, on TV.

You treated Robby like a person,

not like a piece of sewer scum.

Well, he did kill
somebody, Tina.

We'll see how it all works out.

Whatever happens, I'm sure
you'll do the right thing.

Maybe I should thank you
in advance, you know?

Drink, dinner maybe.

Oh, God, there is nothing more in
this world that I'd like better

than to have a drink with you, Tina,
but I got a lot of paperwork here.

It can wait.

I don't think it can.

See, what I'm trying to figure out here is how
to throw your pretty little butt in jail.

So... I mean, you can
hang out if you want.

"Docket number 378261,
People v. Roberto Delgado.

"Charges are Murder
in the First Degree

"and three counts of
Robbery in the First Degree."

Ooh, I'm glad to see you've kept
yourself busy, Mr. Delgado.

What's your plea?

I'll take that as a not guilty.

My client's an upstanding member
of the community, Your Honor.

We wouldn't have asked him here
if he weren't, Mr. Connors.

CONNORS: He's got no priors.
He's gainfully employed.

It would serve no purpose to
incarcerate him prior to trial.

Mr. Delgado has no family
in the community,

and with four felony charges pending,
he's certainly a flight risk.

The people ask for half a
million dollars in bail.

My client's never seen that
kind of money, Your Honor.

Neither have I.

Bail is set at $250,000,

cash or bond. Next!

The bartender at Bartholomew's
picked him out of a lineup.

The cops found the stolen artwork and the
key to the stolen car in his apartment.

And last, but not least, Hal
Garber's blood was on the car seat.

So what is there to talk about?

His lawyer called the meeting.

Who's that?
Dean Connors.

Oh.
What?

Better known as Dean "What
Are You Offering?" Connors.

Jack. How have you been?

Getting by.

Look, I'm not gonna
waste your time.

There's no point in
going to trial on this.

Make me an offer.
I'll see what I can do.

What did you have
in mind, Mr. Connors?

Well, looking at the time
and expense involved

in prosecuting
a murder one case,

we'll plead guilty to the robberies,
sentences to run concurrently.

And when he's done his time, we'll throw
a ticker tape parade down Fifth Avenue.

What? Considering
Mr. Delgado's condition,

I think it's fair.
What condition?

Come on. You can't tell
me you didn't notice.

JACK: He looks fine to me.

There are things that Robby understands
and there are things that he doesn't.

I'm sorry, the last time I checked,
stupid is not a defense to murder.

TINA: Hey, you don't have
to insult him, okay?

Robby's slow.

So the way I see it,
you got two choices.

You can have your shrink
talk to him,

or I can go ahead with the motion
to dismiss the case entirely.

I realize you're scared, but I can't
help you unless you speak to me.

I'm not a cop, Robby,
or a lawyer.

Anything you say in this room
can't be used in court

unless you want it to.

Your lawyer asked me
to come here.

He wants to help you.

I know you can talk.

Your friend told me.
Tina?

Yes.

She wants to help you
most of all.

I don't know. She said
to keep my mouth shut.

That was before. Tina wants
what's best for you.

And right now,
that's to talk to me.

I don't like talking to doctors.

What doctors?

When I was a kid, my mom
thought I could be fixed.

How?
What's the difference?

They didn't fix me.

Why do you say that?

'Cause I'm in trouble.

Do you know why?

'Cause I took that stuff.

But Tina told me not to.

So Tina knew you were stealing?

I don't...

No, Tina would never do that.

Do what?

Tina's a artist.

A real class act.

How long have you known her?

A long time.

When I was in the second grade,

we used to play dodge ball,
you know.

Every time someone tried to
hit Tina, I'd block 'em.

Did that make you feel good?

I gave her my ID bracelet.

It was silver.

Like the car you stole.

Did Tina like silver?

It's her favorite color.

Classy.

Will you do something
for me, Robby?

I'm not stupid, you know.

Of course, you're not.
I'm slow.

The man at the car dealership.

Will you tell me about him?

Thought I was a bum.

He didn't even want
to let me drive a car.

And what'd you do?

I said I'd call my lawyer.

Then I showed him
a credit card, and he let me.

Why'd you hit him, Robby?

Robby?

I'm not gonna talk anymore.

Without proper testing,
I can't be sure.

If you put me on the spot, I'd say his
IQ was somewhere in the low eighties.

Meaning?
One hundred's normal.

A person with an IQ of 80
can function in society,

hold a job, interact socially,

but in most cases is incapable
of any abstract thought.

You know what
I'm looking for, Liz.

Yes, he's capable
of having criminal intent.

But would he without help?

You're referring
to Tina Montoya.

I doubt he knows the difference
between $100,000 sports car

and a rent-a-wreck.

To him, it's just
a pretty silver car.

Let me guess.

Tina has a thing for Jaguars.

I get the distinct feeling all she'd
have to do is hint she wanted something,

and Robby would get it for her.

But he didn't tell you that?
No.

But he didn't deny it either.

He wouldn't be the first person with
an 80 IQ to confess to a felony.

Or to have a room on death row.

What I don't get is why his
attorney didn't have him tested

before he invited our shrinks
to sit down with him.

Two words.
Dean Connors.

Is that supposed to ring a bell?

Dean's not a bad sort. He's just
morally opposed to hard work.

I don't think he's tried
a case in ten years.

You gotta love a fighter
who won't throw a punch.

Tell him the lowest
we'll accept is murder two.

And what about Tina?

If someone showed up at your
door with a $20,000 handbag,

what would you think?

Does that someone happen
to wash dishes for a living?

I'll call Van Buren.

Carolyn Householder.
She loved opera.

One time, I showed up at her
door dressed up like a clown

and sang Ridi Pagliacci
at the top of my lungs.

(LAUGHS) She laughed.

Then she slammed
the door in my face.

I'm sure you were
wonderful, Arthur.

My point is, guys do
goofy things for girls

whether they want them to
or not.

You want me to ignore
the fact that Tina Montoya

may have conspired
with Robby Delgado?

Do you have any proof
that she did?

Res ipsa loquitur. She accepted
what she had to have known

were stolen goods
on at least one occasion.

At a minimum,
she manipulated him.

And if she did,
I'd like to get her on more

than dangling a stolen
handbag from her wrist.

She was his accomplice
in an armed robbery.

Only she left the scene
before he ever arrived.

You know, you don't buy
a Sorken for its utility.

It's a status symbol.

People who buy them
by nature like to show off.

Dollars to donuts
that Montoya girl will claim

that Robby told her
that he bought that bag

from some huckster
on a street corner.

SERENA: She already did.

But I don't think she can say
the same thing about a Jaguar.

Personally, I can only think
of one reason for a person

to drive a $100,000 car
in New York City.

Impressing the Joneses.

Tina's what you call
"hard to miss."

Men melt all over her.

I mean, I'll bet she shot down every
single straight guy in school.

She doesn't date anyone?
Here? (SCOFFS)

No way. She's too good
for a mere student.

Yeah, when daddy's loaded, the
world is a beautiful place, right?

I didn't know.

Rumor has it he owns one of those trendy
restaurants on Ninth Avenue in the forties.

Four stars. Very chi-chi.

So her clothes, her Sorken...
Daddy, daddy...

And her car?

You know, it's funny you
should mention that.

I actually felt sorry for her.

This is between me and you.
Cross my heart.

Well, last week
we had our winter show.

Real models walking down the
runway in students' designs.

Anyone who's anyone
in fashion is there.

It's like our Super Bowl.

All right, so we each get two tickets
for parents, boyfriends, whatever.

My parents showed up two hours early.
How embarrassing is that?

And her father?

He sent her the car and driver,
but Daddy's a no-show.

Tina won a blue ribbon, and there was
nobody there for her to celebrate with.

I mean, as far as I'm concerned, Daddy can
keep his money, and his car and driver.

Did the car happen to be
a silver Jaguar? Yeah.

You're good. Remember, you
didn't hear any of this from me.

VAN BUREN: A Jag
and a driver?

Man, I took
the E train to college.

Once, I hitched a ride
in my uncle's cab,

and my friends nearly
had heart attacks.

Well, her friends are used to it.
She's from money.

Oh, let me guess.
She has Daddy problems.

It sounds more like Daddy
has Tina problems.

Yeah, can't blame him. Anyway, we
have a school full of witnesses

that put her with Robby in what she
had to have known was a stolen car.

Considering he had to kill to
get possession of the car.

So we get to do our thing?
As soon as possible.

Thanks!

Did something happen to Robby?

You can ask him yourself. We
reserved a nice seat for you

next to him
at the defendant's table.

Tina Montoya, you're under arrest
for conspiracy to commit murder.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

I've gotta admit, Ms. Montoya, talking
without your attorney present

makes me very uncomfortable.

I don't have an attorney.

You're entitled to be
appointed one by the court.

I know. The detectives
told me already.

Look, I didn't do anything. So,
can we just get this over with?

(SCOFFS)

I know what you're thinking.
Why don't you tell us?

I really did think the bag
was a knockoff.

Did you ask Robby
where he got it?

Okay, maybe I was stupid or
ignorant or blind for taking it.

That doesn't make me
a criminal, does it?

What about the car?

Robby works, you know. He makes
money and he never spends it.

He told me he rented the car.

If I were you, Ms. Montoya,

I'd hire an attorney.
Wait, wait...

Is it so wrong
to want nice things?

I never asked him
to steal for me, I swear.

That night, I went down
to catch a cab,

and Robby was waiting for me.

He was sitting on the hood of that
stupid car with this stupid...

Stupid grin on his face.

He drove me to the school.

I don't know what he did
before, during, or after.

I just took a ride
from a friend.

And I only know
I didn't kill anyone.

But you knew Robby did.

He's my friend.
What was I supposed to do?

Oh, please, those big brown
eyes staring up at you.

And the hand thing.
Give me a break.

Give me some credit, Serena.

And the tear? Robby
didn't stand a chance.

That's exactly what
a jury might think.

You're going to cut
a deal with her.

You gotta pick
and choose your battles.

We'll offer her
a year on the stolen bag

if she'll testify that Robby
told her about the murder.

We don't need her testimony.

Connors can very well argue
that Robby dropped Garber off,

and what happened to him after
that was not his responsibility.

And the blood on the car seat?

How many times you think
Garber sat in that seat?

Garber was killed during the
commission of a robbery.

Any way you look at it,
it's felony murder.

Not if there's
an intervening criminal act.

You should move to the other
side of the aisle, Jack.

The pay's better.

Speaking of which.

I thought that was you, Jack.

Join us. No, no. I
don't want to intrude.

This'll only take a minute.

Let me guess. Your client's
willing to go to assault one.

Actually, murder two.

Three counts of robbery,
sentences to run concurrently.

My client's only requirement

is that you don't charge
Tina Montoya with anything.

He allocutes to everything?

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

I always enjoyed doing
business with you, Jack.

Well, how convenient was that?

Well, I picked a lot of pockets.

JUDGE: You'll have to be
more specific, Mr. Delgado.

Eduardo taught me how.

It's easy.

Tell the judge
about the bar, Roberto.

The bartender gave me
their money.

After you pointed a gun at him?
ROBERTO: Yes.

And what did you do with the money?
I bought stuff.

But Tina didn't know.

JUDGE: Go on.

Tell the judge
about the painting.

I took that, too.
And the car.

It was a real class act.

JUDGE: Now, I'm confused here.
Was this a carjacking?

CONNORS: Why don't you
tell us about Mr. Garber?

He wouldn't get out of the car,

so I hit him with my gun.

Wham! Wham!

And I pushed him out.

And what did you do with the weapon?
ROBERTO: Huh?

The gun that you used
to hit Mr. Garber with.

What did you do with it?

I hid it.
Where did you hide it?

At the restaurant.

There's more than one restaurant
in the city, Mr. Delgado.

Out back.

My client works in a restaurant down
in the Lower East Side, Your Honor.

And I'm sure you'll tell
the police which one.

Of course.
Okay.

Mr. Delgado, do you understand
that by allocuting here today

it has the same effect as if you
were tried and convicted by a jury?

(WHISPERS) Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.
JUDGE: Ms. Southerlyn?

SERENA: In consideration
of this allocution,

the People have agreed to
seek no more than the minimum

for murder in the second degree.

So be it.

Uh, so another one
bites the dust, huh?

Hey, let me buy you lunch.

Sorry, I have to be somewhere.
Ah. Rain check, then.

The skull was fractured here
causing an increase

in the cerebral
intravascular blood volume.

And considering the massive swelling,
he was probably unconscious

for maybe one to three
minutes before he died.

Could it be caused by the
butt of a gun? Sure.

That'd be consistent.

I'm talking about right here.

If you touch it,
it's sort of tender.

Wouldn't take much of a blow.
Thanks.

It's what I do.

Think about it, Jack. In
his allocution, Robby said

that he told Garber
to get out of the car.

He doesn't, so Robby hits him.

Okay, I'm Robby. I tell you to leave.
What do you do?

I say no.

So how can I hit you here?

Could've hit Garber when he
turned to get out of the car.

Well, then Garber was doing
exactly what Robby wanted.

There'd be no need
to hit him at all.

You think somebody
was in the back seat.

Three guesses who.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
ED: Excuse me.

JACK: Come in, Detective.
You find the gun?

There's nothing behind that diner.
I'm sorry.

You know what?
Robby didn't say the diner,

he said the restaurant.
There's a difference?

There is when your daddy
owns a chi-chi place

on Ninth Avenue in the forties.

SAM: I'm telling you,
you've got the wrong place.

SERENA: Is there another four-star
restaurant within ten blocks of here?

We get the stars for what's on the
table, not what's in the garbage.

I'm going to call the boss.

Why don't you tell Mr.
Montoya we have a warrant?

Montoya?
Why would he care?

Considering he owns the place.
In his dreams.

Montoya mops up the kitchen.

Is he here?

What did she do?
I didn't say she did anything.

'Cause with a piece of trash like
that, nothing would surprise me.

Who does she think she's fooling
with those fancy clothes?

You can wrap the trash up
in a box from Cartier's,

but you can't get
rid of the stink.

Are you saying Tina's
been in trouble before?

She's been a pain since
the day she was born.

Last thing I needed
is another mouth to feed.

A boy can go out and work.

But that one, she doesn't know
what a hard day's work looks like.

She's all about dress up.

I don't know why
she told you about me.

I ain't no kind of
character reference for her.

Actually, Mr. Montoya, she tells
people you own this place.

Yeah, well I could have if I didn't
have all them mouths to feed.

If she brought home nickel
one instead of ribbons.

Are you talking about the
award from the fashion show?

I was mopping up,

and that trash
comes prancing in here

like God's gift,
and goes, "Look!"

Shoves that damn thing
in my face.

"I ain't never gonna clean anyone
else's kitchen," she says to me.

Like she's anything
better than sewer scum.

Case closed.

Who'd she shoot?

SERENA: I gotta ask you,
Mr. Montoya,

was Roberto Delgado
with Tina when she came here?

A million guys out there and she's
gotta hang out with Senor Huevo.

You mean Robby?
Who else?

You know why
she called him that?

'Cause his brains is
like scrambled eggs.

Was Robby here with
your daughter?

Hey, you tell me.

Where in the hell did
a dummy like El Huevo

get a fancy car like that?

She lied when she told us
she didn't see Robby

after he dropped her off
at the affair.

It's unlikely that's enough to
overturn Robby Delgado's plea bargain.

This girl is bad news, Jack.
Once you get to know her.

Unfortunately, I don't think a
jury's going to get that chance.

I am telling you,
she killed Hal Garber.

She may have been indirectly
responsible for his death.

That's a far cry
from killing him.

And considering
Robby confessed...

You don't really believe that?

I know she can tell
a helluva lie.

I know she can manipulate
the male of the species.

Do I know if she can kill?
No, I don't.

Then let's find out.

I don't want to
get Freudian on you,

but there's a reason a person with
low self-esteem goes into fashion.

To cover up psychological scars.

When they look in the mirror,
they see a far different picture

than the one the world sees.

Unconsciously, they think they
can cover up childhood traumas

with fancy clothes.

Would a father calling a daughter
"trash" qualify as a trauma?

What does any young girl
want? Daddy's approval.

Usually when she doesn't get it, she'll
try harder in school or in sports.

And if she still fails, if she
can't become what Daddy wants,

then at least she can
look the way he wants?

And if that doesn't work,
she raises the stakes.

She designs her own clothes,
drives an expensive car.

Could she kill?

Some textbooks say that people will go to
any extent to improve their self-image.

But you know me well enough to know
I'm not going to diagnose anyone

without observing them first.

Fine. What are you doing
tomorrow morning?

Am I missing something here?
I read the file.

Someone already confessed
to killing Mr. Garber.

We think he was lying
to protect your client.

And all this time, I thought I
could read English. Silly me.

I actually assumed Mr.
Delgado's deal was predicated

upon Tina not being charged.

The deal was predicated upon
Mr. Delgado telling the truth.

And you lied to us,
Ms. Montoya.

You told us that Robby dropped
you off at the fashion show

and you didn't see him again
for the rest of the night.

Why? Because
some old drunk said so?

If that old man happens
to be your father, yeah.

Yeah, I may have grown up in his
house, but he's not my father.

Funny, that's what
he said about you.

That man is dirt.

That man is a liar, and he'll
say anything to hurt me.

I want to go.

We know that Robby could not
have been behind the wheel

and hit Mr. Garber
at the same time.

Well, argue with him, not us.

There's no way
I can know for sure.

If you had to guess?

Well, it's obvious that she has
been scarred by her upbringing.

Could she kill?

I think she could.

John McEnroe was the fastest
tennis player I ever saw,

but he couldn't return
his own serve.

Meaning? He's right. You
can't play both sides.

So we're supposed to just
let her walk on murder?

Well, right now I'd be more concerned
in keeping this Delgado fellow

from joining her on that walk.

But he's already confessed.

And considering that you've proven that
someone else actually whacked Garber,

any lawyer worth his salt is gonna
petition the court to reduce his sentence.

Fortunately,
Mr. Delgado's counsel

is Dean "What Are You
Offering?" Connors.

Well, Connors may choose
to ignore the canons

on exculpatory evidence,
but we don't have that luxury.

Remind me. What is it they
say about sleeping dogs?

JACK: I do what
the canons require, Dean.

I find exculpatory evidence,
I turn it over to you.

And I appreciate it.

But my representation
of Mr. Delgado ended

when they turned the key.

It doesn't bother you that he
may not have killed Garber?

You're new at this, aren't you?

Wait till she gets a few more
miles on her, right, Jack?

The big picture, Ms. Southerlyn.
Was justice done?

Okay, maybe not 100%,

but a couple of battleaxes like
me and Jack will settle for 50%

any day of the week,
twice on Sundays.

Robby may not have
swung the hammer,

but he sure as hell
held the nail.

Tell her, Jack.

What, that you're a disgrace?

Oh, come on. That kid's
brains are so scrambled,

he doesn't even
know the difference.

JACK: That's why you should.

All this time, I thought
you were just lazy.

What's the point, Jack?
Let's go.

Mr. Egg?
As in scrambled brains.

That's what Tina's father
said she called him.

Could be a coincidence.
Maybe.

But Connors was dancing as fast
as he could at the allocution.

Tina's big brown eyes, a
couple of well-placed tears.

I saw what she tried
to do to you, Jack.

Connors didn't have
a hope in hell with her.

Why don't you invite
everyone to a sit-down?

You don't give up, do you, Jack?

My fatal flaw.

I'm not on the clock anymore.
I shouldn't even be here.

To be honest, you're not
here as an attorney.

Then I've got a desk full of work.
You're here as a defendant.

Conspiracy to cover up a felony.

You gotta be kidding.

SERENA: I'm going to have to
ask you a question, Robby.

You don't have to answer
if you don't want to.

Who told you to lie in court?

I didn't lie.

Are you happy?
Sit.

We know you didn't
kill Mr. Garber.

Now, that means that you
lied at your allocution.

What I want to know is,
who told you to?

Mr. Connors or Tina?

You don't have to
say anything, Robby.

JACK: Tina can be charged
with subornation of perjury.

Tina never told me to
do anything wrong.

No.

He told me what to say.

He has no idea
what he's saying right now.

Tina, you didn't do
anything wrong.

My lawyer, he told me to
say that I did it by myself.

(EXCLAIMS) You stupid...

The way I see it, Dean,
you have two choices.

You can keep your mouth shut...
Dean...

...and go to prison,

or you can tell us all about it and
just lose your license to practice law.

TINA: He's bluffing.
He has no proof.

We'll get through this, sweetie.

Of course we will.

She's good, isn't she, Jack?

Thirty years I've been at this.

Thirty years, trying to knock six
months to a year off the sentence

of some piece of dirt who, when all is said
and done, is gonna rot in hell anyway.

That's some way to measure
your life, isn't it?

Counting the time that
murderers aren't in prison.

"I have measured out
my life with coffee spoons."

And you know what it
all adds up to?

A couple of bucks
here and there.

A week in Miami Beach
twice a year.

What about you, Jack?

Who are you?

I do what my job requires.

Well, that's not enough for me.

Oh, just once in my sorry life

I dared to eat the peach.

Robby's legal aid attorney
wants to renegotiate his deal.

And? Eight-and-a-third-to-25
seems appropriate.

Tina, on the other hand,
has decided to roll the dice.

She's entitled to
her day in court.

All I can say is, we better pay extra
attention to the men we pick for the jury.

Not all men are
like Dean Connors, Serena.

Oh.

(EXCLAIMS)