All language subtitles for Law and order S19E17 - Anchors Away

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

The new polar bear arrivals
flew in from Canada
this afternoon.

Zoo officials say
they are acclimating well

and have asked for a tour
of Radio City Music Hall.

Kidding about that.

But they're really
doing great.

Dawn, any word
on names?

Not officially, Joe,
but sources tell me

the leading candidates
are Snowflake
and Blizzard.

I'll stay on top
of the story.

You always do.
Thank you, Dawn.

Adorable as always,
Dawn.

We're clear.

Well, speaking of
stormy weather,

we'll be right back
with your five-day outlook.

If I'd known I'd end up
on the furry animal beat,

I'd have gotten
my masters in zoology
instead of journalism.

Tell me about it.
I'm still paying off
my tuition

from film school.

You want a ride back
to the office?

No, thanks.
I'm just going to
hop a cab home.

Okay.

Do you mind
walking me to Fifth?

Okay.

911 call was from
the cleaning lady.

She came in
this morning,

saw the place torn up,
and was on the phone

before she
even saw the body.

All right.
We got a TOD yet, Doc?

Blood's still not dry.

That, plus the rigor
and body temp,

I'd say 11:00 p.m.,
give or take an hour.

No signs of
forced entry.

What do you think,
gentleman caller?

She's fully clothed.
But we'll check it out.

Hey, there's
a jewelry box
in there

dumped on the floor,
but nothing
looks valuable.

Either it wasn't a robbery
or they just took
the good stuff.

There's a computer
power brick
but no computer.

This looks
like a palm print

from where
he leaned over
to unplug it.

Might have been
some hot story on it.

Our victim's
Dawn Prescott,

the TV reporter,
Channel 8 News.

Now she's
the story.

Our news family tonight
is mourning

the shocking murder of
our esteemed colleague
Dawn Prescott.

As journalists
we have an obligation
to report this crime

no differently
than any other,

but we pause now
to remember Dawn

not as a victim
of a brutal crime

but as a person,
vibrant, bright,
determined to succeed.

Our sympathy
and prayers go out

to Dawn's family and friends
at this difficult time.

Viewers with
any information

are urged to
call the NYPD tips line.

We're clear.

It's a terrible loss.

Dawn was
the total package.

Looks, brains
and heart.

Viewers were wild
for her.

Anyone too wild?
Like a stalker?

There wasn't
anything alarming
on the radar.

What stories was
she working on?

Whoever killed her
apparently took her
notebooks and computer.

I'm not sure
Dawn was even using
notebooks lately,

since the suits upstairs
made me put her

on the cute
and fuzzy beat.

Before that,
she was covering
City Hall,

some work stories.

She was trying
to work her way back
to actual news.

Why was she demoted?

You're kidding me,
right?

You didn't
see the pictures?

Tell me
that's evidence.

That's our victim,
Dawn Prescott.

Two months ago
she emailed some photos
of herself

to Al Lee, a reporter
at another station.

She didn't realize
that Mr. Lee

shared the email address
with his wife.

"Thanks for sending Al
those fabulous photos.

"Between your hard body
and lack of morals,

"I'm sure
you're headed places
in this business.

"But if you ever contact
my husband again

"I'll tie those
bikini strings

"around your
pretty little neck."

The pictures
and the email got leaked
to a gossip web site.

Mmm. They teach that
in journalism school?

Ah, yeah,
the well-rounded
professional.

Well, of course,
I treasure my photo of
Ed Bradley in a Speedo.

Well, her boss said
she had brains, too.

Yes, I think
I can see them.

Who was it
that mentioned
strangling her?

Sharon Lee.

There was
no affair.

It was an innocent
misunderstanding.

So, "You ought
to come down

"on one of these
Caribbean junkets, Al.

"Here's some photos
of what you're missing."

Maybe she had
a crush on me.

I don't know.
Nothing ever happened.

I believe him.
I trust my husband.

But you were mad
at Dawn.

Your emails made
that pretty plain.

Dawn and I
cleared the air

after it all went
on the web.

She apologized
and she swore

she didn't know
how it got out.

She was
genuinely mortified.

It hurt her career.

Didn't do my career
any good either.

You know, my bosses
asked questions.

When was the last time
you saw Dawn?

At a press conference
one night last week.

We stopped for a drink
on the way out.

I heard that!

You had a drink
with that woman?

At a press conference.

What's drinking have to do
with a press conference?

A liquor company
press conference.

We only talked
for a minute.

She... She got
some phone call
and she rushed out.

She said she was working
on something important.

About what?
Baby penguins?

She wouldn't tell me.

But the guy she talked to,
she called him Steven.

Yeah, check all
her call records.

Anyone named Steve
or Steven

with a "v" or a "ph."

Yeah, thanks. Bye.

It's going to
take a while.

She made
100 calls a day.

I thought Mrs. Lee
was gonna commit

another homicide
right in front of us.

You like her for Dawn?
Me neither.

You know,
whoever leaked that
stuff to the website

really messed up
Dawn's career.

Enemy action.

I can't tell you
who sent them to me.

Well, if you try,
I'm sure that you can.

I have First Amendment
protections.

I have a press credential
from the Police Department,
your people.

Ah, yes.
"May be taken away

"by competent authority
at any time."

Says right there.
Hey.

Finding a killer
outweighs your right

to publish anonymous gossip
in this authority's opinion.

Okay.

I don't know
who sent them.

You... You really
don't know?

Well, what... I mean,
what are we fighting
for then?

The principle.

The stuff was
sent in via email,
anonymously.

Okay, well,
we're going to need

the date, the time,
and the name
on the account.

After you.
Thank you.

Are there any suspects
in the murder?

I can take it
on backgrounds,
no attribution.

You set the rules.

Uh, we do have
one scoop for you.

Those photos and emails
that sent Dawn's career
into the toilet,

they came
from your computer.

What?

Mmm-hmm,
right here.

Our techs traced it back
from a gossip website.

You were maybe competitive
with Dawn, right?

She was
the up-and-comer?

That's ridiculous.
I never even saw
those photos.

Everybody in New York
saw those photos.

Well, I didn't.

I had enough of Dawn
in the flesh.

When were they sent?
Tell me.

January 19th.

I was in Washington
covering the inauguration

and I have
400,000 witnesses
to prove it.

Is there anything else
you'd like to accuse me of?

I assume your computer
is password-protected.

Last time I checked.

I hardly use it anymore.

It's got one of
those damn viruses
or something.

It locks up,
eats files...

Can we borrow it?

Mmm.
Talk about service.

Delivering
the report personally.

Well, I knew
it must be important.

Sure, Detective Bernard's
got a special interest
in the case.

That computer doesn't
have a virus,

but I did find
a software keylogger.

It captures
every keystroke.

Logins, passwords,
emails.

It's a pretty
sophisticated one, too.

Kernel based,
implemented as a rootkit.

You probably don't care
about that.

I care.

So, this keylogger
would allow someone

to access
to Sue Martin's password
and use her computer?

And she wouldn't
even know.

What do you want to bet,

the same person
put a keylogger on
Dawn Prescott's computer

and used it to
get those photos and emails
in the first place?

Someone with access
to the newsroom,

who wanted to spy
on two colleagues,

two younger,
better-looking colleagues.

If you all want to
know who did it,
I can tell you.

He had the passwords sent
to his email address.

Well, that was
pretty stupid,
wasn't it?

That's
one word for it.

Look,
I got carried away.

You have no idea
what it's like
around here.

It was self-defense.

Self-defense?

I have been
anchoring the news
for 32 years.

When I started,
we didn't even
have computers.

We had copy girls.

I have won
every award in town.

I have an air
of authority.

When I went into rehab
for my cocaine problem,

the station
got 12,000 letters

asking them to
bring me back.

That was in 1986.

Yeah, now in
the 21st century,

Dawn and Sue Martin
are fresher faces.

Fresher, younger,
cheaper.

Look, my contract is up
in six months.

I wanted to know
who they were talking to

and what they were
saying about me.

So you hacked into
both their computers.

Then you sent out
those photos
to undermine Dawn.

Well, only because
she was stupid enough

to send them out
in the first place.

You don't think
I had anything to do
with her death?

Did you?

No! I just looked
at their inboxes,

I deleted a few emails,
and I printed them all out
so I could read them.

They gabbed so much,
I got a damn backlog.

Joe, we're on air in five.

I don't... I don't suppose
that I could ask you
to keep this quiet.

Of course not.

Coming up next...

Should beauty
pageant contestants
be tested for drugs?

Only if you can
administer the tests,
right, Joe?

Only if you're
in the pageant, Sue.

In other
news tonight,

Mayor Bloomberg
is licking his wounds
after his latest...

Look, this one is from her
to her agent.

"If I have to
work one more night

"with that pompous baboon,

"I'm going to
pull my hair out."

"Can't we make
a lowball bid
to get him canned,

"then go for
a higher fee later?"

Hey.
Hmm?

Check out this email
to Dawn.

"Your colleague Sue Martin
never got back to me."

Probably because
Delaney was screwing

with her account
and she never got it.

"So I'm bringing
this tip to you.

"Frederic Matson is a hero
on Wall Street,

"but his hedge fund
is a giant fraud.

"If you want to hear more,
reply to this address.

"You can call me Steven."

Steven.

That's the guy
she was talking to
about a big story.

That's right.
"Be very discreet.

"Breaking this story
will make some people
very broke and very angry."

My father's always
been a big supporter of
the Department's charities.

We bought two tables
at the PBA Widows'
Fund banquet last month.

Well, we appreciate
your support,
Miss Matson.

Dad, these are detectives.

Oh, no.

Have you been
shoplifting cigars
again, dear?

I put one
in my pocket
at Davidoff's

and I forgot
to pay for it
25 years ago.

My wife has never
let me forget it.

Don't you have
some curtains
to shop for, dear?

Is there anything
I should stay for?

Uh, no.
I don't think so.

I'll see you tonight
then, dear.
Mmm-hmm.

Call me if you need me.

We're here about
a television reporter
named Dawn Prescott.

The one
who was murdered.

That was
a terrible thing.

What can I do?

Well, she might have
been working on a story
about your company.

Hmm? What about it?

That news to you?

Well, yes.
She never talked to me.

Is everything okay
with the business?

Oh,
it's a terrible time
for the markets.

We're suffering
like everyone else.

She was investigating
an allegation of fraud.

Same old song.

Lot of singing about
fraud around here?

Well, I've been
very successful
for a very long time

and that kind of success
breeds envy

and the occasional
false accusation.

The SEC checks out
every case,

and nothing has
ever amounted to
a hill of beans.

Miss Prescott was working
with someone

that goes by the name
of Steven.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

Steven Spielberg.

I'm on the board
of his foundation.

Hey, the list
of complaints

about Frederic Matson
to the SEC.

It's a long list.
Yeah.

The SEC ever investigate
for real?

The guy I spoke with
said Matson always
supplied

adequate documentation
when questioned.

They never resorted
to subpoenas.

That's very trusting.
Mmm.

Anyway, there's no one there
on that list named Steven.

Yeah, well, maybe
he used a fake name
with Dawn Prescott.

He told her
he was worried.

Vince Decker.

What?

Uh, Dawn's phone records.

There's no calls to
anyone named Steven

but there are
a dozen calls to a...

Yep, Vince Decker.

He's on the SEC list.

Hold on, hold on.
I got something on him.

Hey, yeah. Here.

Mr. Decker was
a former employee of
Frederic Matson Securities.

He alleged wrongdoing
at the firm,

but Mr. Matson filed
a cross complaint

accusing him
of embezzling.

The SEC referred it
to the District Attorney.

Which means it would be
in the system.

"Yep, the embezzling charge
was never pursued.

"No credible evidence."

But good enough
to undercut the guy
to the SEC.

Matson knows how
to play the game.

There's a flag next
to Decker's name.

Hastings PD,
up in Westchester.

Vincent Decker was
murdered last week.

He was shot
in his own backyard.

9 mm to the back
of his head.

Wife was at work,
kids at school.
No witnesses.

Anything taken
from the house?

It was ransacked.
Wife couldn't say
what was missing.

They left some
half-valuable
silver behind.

What's the interest?

I know Decker used
to work in the city.

We're investigating
the homicide

of a reporter
named Dawn Prescott.

9 mm?
Nah, .22.

Still a coincidence,
though.

Why is that?

Dawn Prescott called me.

Said she was doing a story
on Decker's murder,

wanted to
know everything
I could tell her.

I watched
her news show that night,
but the story never ran.

Vince Decker
was Steven.

The SEC blew him off
because Matson threw
his weight around,

so Decker
brought the story
to Dawn Prescott

and she was
pursuing it.

The story being
that Frederic Matson's
hedge fund was a fraud?

Aren't they all?

Supposedly not this one.

And Matson wouldn't
want others

hearing otherwise
on the evening news.

Okay.
But did he know Prescott
was writing the story?

He told you that
she never talked to him.

Well, there are
no calls to him
in her phone records.

Yeah, but she could
have talked to
one of his investors,

and they tipped him.

Well, if someone told me
my investment manager
was a fraud,

I'd try to
get my money out.

We have a list
of recent activity
from the SEC.

Last week, Sue Martin,
the news co-anchor,
pulled her account.

So, Prescott told her
what she was working on?

Around that station,
they don't share
birthday cake

without a food taster.

Was there any connection
between those people
and Frederic Matson?

"The News on Eight
and Frederic Matson."

Everyone wants to
make their money
grow these days,

and no one is helping
more people do that

than the Wizard
of Wall Street.

Thank you for joining us,
Frederic Matson.

Now, you have amassed
a fortune

larger than the GDP
of some small nations.

What is the secret
of your success?

The support
of my family, Joe.

And compound interest,
of course.

Of course.

You and he seem
pretty chummy.

That's my job.
I have to seem interested.

We checked with
the tape library.

Dawn Prescott
pulled this interview

two days before
she was killed.

So?

So, she must have
been doing research.

She was doing a story
on Matson.

Now, did she come
to you for help
because you knew the guy?

No.

Did you know
she was working
on the story?

Well, since Frederic Matson
isn't a fuzzy animal,

I would have thought no.

I thought Dawn
had her hands full

covering grade school
science fairs.

So, no idea
she had information

that Frederic Matson
was a con artist?

No.

You pulled your money out
of his hedge fund, why?

I'm remodeling
my kitchen.

Mmm.

Speaking of...

Looks like Matson's fund
is shutting down.

You got your money out
just in time.

I guess I did.

So, if we're done here,
I have a broadcast
to prepare.

- You see the story?
- Just noticed.

It's all over
the wires.

Somebody at Bloomberg
broke the story
that Matson is a fraud.

That is quite a scoop.

So did Joe
ever tell you that

that scoop should
have been yours?

What?

Are we really going to
talk about this now?
Here?

Talk about what?

Well,
Dawn was on the story,

but the tip came
to you first.

Your co-anchor,
he deleted it
from your email.

Right. Well, see,
that "computer virus"
of yours?

Here he is.

You despicable
washed-up haircut.

Yeah, like you
would have known

what to do with
a real story anyway.

Botox in the brain.

He told me.
He said Dawn came to him.

She was working
on a big story
about Matson.

He didn't want her
to be a hero.

And you agreed,
remember?

Okay, so,
Dawn told him,
he told you...

And you pulled
your money out
of Matson's fund.

What else?

He told me
he'd make it
a non-story.

He'd warn Matson
what Dawn was up to,

so Matson could
issue a denial,

or cover-up his assets,
or just make it go away.

Miss Matson?
Miss Matson?

Is your father
still here?

Of course.
Where do you
think he'd be?

Brazil?

Dad, are you okay?

Detectives,
come in, please.

Well, all things comes
to an end, don't they?

I confess.

To killing
Dawn Prescott?

Oh, no, no. To fraud.
To very big fraud.

Fred.

Oh, that's all right,
Irene.

This is all a sham.

This doesn't exist.

Arrest me.

Let's go.

I never
met Dawn Prescott
in my life.

I knew who
Vince Decker was,

but I certainly
didn't kill him.

They were both
working very hard to
destroy your business.

Well, they could
have saved
their breath.

The world economy
took care of that.

You said your company
was a fraud.

It was a Ponzi scheme.

Old investors were
paid with money
from new investors.

Unfortunately, there's
not an infinite supply
of new investors,

especially when the Dow
drops 6,000 points.

Could you leave me alone
with my client, please?

He begged Lupo and Bernard
to bring him in.

You think he's talking fraud
to avoid talking murder?

I have no idea.

We don't get many
like this one.

Book him
on the fraud?

Yeah, for now.

"Case number 46329.

"People v. Frederic Matson

"Scheme to Defraud
in the First Degree,

"Grand Larceny
in the First Degree,

"Falsifying Business Records
in the First Degree."

We expect to indict
on multiple counts,
Your Honor.

The defendant
has admitted
to swindling

more than 500 clients
out of $40 billion.

So, I guess
appropriate bail would be,
oh, $20 billion?

Your Honor,
my client is
not seeking

to be released
on bail.

Come again?

Those are
his instructions to me.

Very well.

Maybe he can
get the penthouse
at Rikers.

Come on.

The cops still
like Matson
for murder, right?

Yeah.
They're still working it.

Doesn't he seem to
be acting more
like someone

who knows who did it
than someone
who did it himself?

Begging to be arrested,

he requested
protective custody
at Rikers.

He's afraid
he's going to be next.

Who's he hiding from?

Could be any of
the 500 clients

who lost
the $40 billion.

Someone who knew
the business was shaky,

but wanted to
keep new money
coming in

until he could get
his own money out.

So he killed the snitch
and the reporter,

so there wouldn't
be a story.

Do you have the list
of Matson's investors.

Hmm, yes.

Hmm. What do you think?

Catholic Children's
Charitable Trust

might have popped
Decker and Prescott?

American Poetry Foundation.

That's a cutthroat bunch.
Mmm-hmm.

Russian oligarchs,
deposed monarchs.

Livan Santana.

Front man for
the Colombian cartel.

Uses drug money
to invest in
legitimate businesses.

Wonder how he's
enjoying the downside
of the business cycle.

You can almost
smell the grass.

We break ground
in Nassau County soon.

Over a million Latinos
within 10 miles
of the arena.

That's many,
many soccer fans.

You're not a little delayed
by losing the $100 million

you invested
with Frederic Matson?

So we cut back
on some of
the skyboxes.

Are you here to
pay a condolence call
for my money?

We wanted to talk to you
about Vince Decker
and Dawn Prescott.

Of course.

You hear Santana,
you think drugs, guns.

I kill everybody
all the time.

You two
better be careful
when you leave.

You knew about them?

Decker is a pain
in the ass.

And Prescott,
she's a beautiful woman,

but a reporter,
so a pain in the ass
by definition.

Did you know
they were working
on a story

that would have shut off
the flow of new funds
into Matson's hedge fund?

Miss Prescott
should have stayed
with the polar bears.

But I didn't
kill anybody,

although I would like
to strangle Matson.

Figure of speech.

You saw Santana?

Yes. And he sends
his regards.

If a friendly offer
to strangle you
is regards.

Is he the reason
you're here,
Mr. Matson?

Why you requested
protective custody?

We know from
your office records

you met with Santana
on a regular basis.

He was a client.

Did you tell him what
Decker and Prescott
were working on?

Do you have reason
to believe that
he had them killed?

What if he does?

David. No.

Just a minute, Fred.

Pretend it's all true,

and Mr. Matson testifies
that Santana was aware

that Prescott and Decker
were jeopardizing
his investment,

and that Santana
made comments

indicating that
he would take care
of the situation.

What happens to
the fraud charge?

It could be reduced.

I would need protection,
for me and my family.

It's not out
of the question.

See what you can do.

It's out of the question!

Matson didn't just steal
from drug lords.

He stole from
middle class citizens,
charities,

there is an orphanage
in Staten Island
that has to shut down.

If we make any kind
of deal with Matson,

outraged citizens will
tear this building down
brick by brick.

Just forget it.

And a gangster gets away
with two murders?

Find another way.

You need
Matson's testimony?

Yes.

Where's his soft spot?
What does he care about?

He's worried
about his family.

He wants us
to protect them.

I have a better idea.
Arrest them.

Then, if he gives
what you need,
let them go.

They worked
in the hedge fund
with him, didn't they?

His wife is
on the board.

His daughter's
a part-time consultant,

but she seems to
be out of the loop.

Yeah, Matson swears
they had no idea what
was really going on.

You believe that?

Not necessarily.
But there's no evidence
against them.

Find some.

My parents' house
has already been searched.

My husband turned over
hundreds of boxes
of materials, voluntarily.

This doesn't
make any sense.

My parents
are good people.

Mrs. Matson, is this
your private study?

It is. That's why
it wasn't covered
by the search warrant.

New search warrant.

Why are you
doing this?

My husband's confessed.

He's going to jail
for the rest
of his life.

For fraud. This is
a murder investigation.

What murder?

This checkbook...

Who are these people?

Arnold Coleman
and Hannah Daley.

They have "office"
next to their names.

My husband's assistants.

I wrote some of
their Christmas checks.

Good enough?
I guess.

Mrs. Matson,
you're under arrest.

For Christmas checks?

The District Attorney's
will explain everything.

The checks demonstrate
financial involvement

with her
husband's business,

which makes her
a coconspirator
if not an accomplice.

You should both
be ashamed.

This is bogus,
and you know it.

You just want to
pressure her husband

into testifying
against the Colombian
without giving him a deal.

I'm not hearing
a denial here.

If Mr. Matson chooses
to testify,

the charge
against Mrs. Matson
might be reduced.

Frederic won't do that,
will he?

He won't need to,

because the charge
against you

is going to get booted
as soon as I get it
in front of a judge.

If you honestly
believe...

We'll have to
finish this later.

We got Mrs. Matson prints
when she was booked.

They weren't
in the system
before that.

They're
a definite match?

They match the prints found
in Dawn Prescott's apartment,

where it appears
someone leaned over
to unplug the computer.

The missing computer.

We were just using
Mrs. Matson as a lever.

Dumb luck, Counselor.
There's more.

We looked into
Mrs. Matson's cell phone.

Its GPS chip puts her
on Dawn Prescott's block

at the time of the murder,
when she got a call.

From who?

From her daughter.

Did I call my mother?

I call my mother
all the time.

Well, this was
about 11:00 p.m.,
March 13th.

Would have
been a Friday.

This isn't a good time.

Friends?
Odd time for a party.

They are friends.
They invested
with my father.

No one can believe
this is happening.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Well, we're sorry,
but it is.

I keep thinking
it has to be a mistake.

That woman went
to elementary school
with my father.

He wouldn't
steal her money.

Do you remember
the night of
March 13th?

My mother left
the restaurant early

because she didn't
feel well.

I called her around 11:00
to make sure she got home
all right.

She said she was
tucked up in bed
with a good book.

What does that have
to do with anything?

You called her
on her cell phone,

not the house phone,
right?

The house phone
didn't answer.

What difference
does it make?

"Case number 48916,

"People v. Irene Matson.

"Conspiracy to Defraud
in the First Degree."

Your Honor,
we are withdrawing
that charge at this time,

as we now intend
to charge Mrs. Matson
with murder.

The Matsons
were always together.

Shopping, theatre.

Jetting to
their house in France
with their stolen money.

In half the photos
I've seen of them,
they're holding hands.

She killed to protect
the family business.

I thought it was
falling apart anyway.

When she killed
Dawn Prescott,

they still had hopes
of holding it together,

at least
for a while longer.

What about Decker,
the source?

Did she kill him, too?

She has an alibi
for the night
he was killed.

And it was
a different weapon.

It's looking like
it was Santana,

who has
temporarily relocated
to Cartagena.

But for Dawn Prescott,
we have her cell phone,

her fingerprints,
her motive.

The motive's only good
if she knew Prescott

was working
on an expose. Did she?

The police asked her
the same question

when her husband
was the suspect.

Sue Martin told them
that Joe Delaney
had warned her.

Who?

Well,
if you ask me, Joe,

that's a hell of a way
to make a living.

Uh, what can
I tell you, Sue?

Maybe he likes broccoli.

We'll be right back with
your five-day outlook.

Those idiots.

You're asking me
to tell the world

that I ratted out
a fellow journalist, Dawn,

to the subject
of her investigation,
Matson,

because of some
petty newsroom feud?

That about covers it.

Yeah. That...
That would be the end
of my career.

That's what your co-anchor
told the police you did.

If you asked
my co-anchor

to report on
how many fingers she has,

she wouldn't
get that right, either.

Are you saying
you didn't talk
to Matson?

Actually,
whether I did or didn't

is covered
by the press shield law.

How?

I cannot be compelled
to divulge
a confidential source.

Matson wasn't
telling you anything.

You were telling something
to Matson.

Sorry, can't discuss it,
journalistic privilege.

Joe told you
he was working on
a story about Matson?

Joe wasn't working
on a story.

Dawn was working
on a story.

Joe was trying to
screw up the story.

That's not
what he says.

He's pathetic.

Why do you need
to know this?

To prosecute Mrs. Matson
for murder.

You didn't
put this conversation
off the record.

No, we didn't.

So, Joe Delaney
is obstructing
a murder prosecution.

What are you going
to do about it?

Can we go
on background now?

We're considering
prosecuting him
for murder.

Joe? Murder?

If he knew that
Dawn's source
had been killed

for blowing the whistle
on Matson,

then by telling Matson
what Dawn was up to,
he put her life in danger.

That's reckless
endangerment.
That's homicide.

Do you think Dawn
did tell Delaney

that her source
had been murdered?

I'm sure she did.

She was running around
looking very upset.

Does anyone else know
about this?

It's an exclusive.

What in the hell did
you tell Sue Martin?

Sorry,
journalistic privilege.

She comes running in
to the news director
with a big scoop.

I am being arrested
for murder.

She wants to
lead the broadcast off
with it without me!

What's more upsetting?
The story or the fact
that she's delivering it?

Do you understand
what you are
asking of me?

Yes. To do the right thing.

A murder charge
against me will
never hold up.

Maybe not,
but it would
be fun to try.

Thirty-five years ago,
I won an Overseas
Press Club award

for my coverage
of the fall of Saigon.

Now...

I make happy talk
with morons
in low-cut dresses.

My career has been dead
for a long time.

I just... I just haven't
had the decency to bury it.

What do you need me
to say?

We've got
Delaney's testimony.

He told Matson
what Dawn
was working on.

And since the Matsons
apparently discussed
everything,

there's no doubt
he passed it on
to his wife.

No doubt?
No reasonable doubt.

We're running
Mrs. Matson's wardrobe
for traces of blood,

checking her country house
for a gun.

She's not a pro.
The police will
find something.

So, she goes up
for 25 to life.

We're piling the counts
on Matson,

two of his investors
killed themselves.

He'll do
a thousand years.

Their love story ends
at Sing Sing.

Yeah?

It's Matson.

Mr. Matson is prepared
to testify now
without preconditions.

Testify about what?

Santana.

He killed Vince Decker,
and he killed Dawn Prescott.

The timing of this
is a little, uh, convenient.

You're charging my wife
with a murder
she didn't commit.

Santana killed Decker.

Not by himself,
he told me

that he'd had him
taken care of.

He asked me
if there were
any loose ends.

He didn't want
any bad news

about the fund
until he got
his money out.

The man terrified me.

I told him
about Dawn Prescott

and the story
she was working on.

And he told me,
she'd be dealt with.

And you expect us
to believe this

and just let
your wife walk free?

My wife
didn't know anything
about Dawn's story.

I told Santana,
but I didn't tell her.

We've still
got the evidence
against Mrs. Matson

The cell phone,
the palm print.

And they have
the Colombian drug lord

who probably
killed Vince Decker.

Jury's going to
flip a coin.

Well, Santana can
get people killed,
even in prison.

Testifying against him
could be suicide
and Matson knows it.

He must really
love his wife.

It's actually
kind of touching.

You know what?

She loves him, too.

We have a case
against you,
Mrs. Matson,

but your husband's
offered an alternate theory

that we're obliged
to explore.

We've prepared
an extradition request

to the Colombian
authorities,

but we need as much
evidence as we can
to support it.

Evidence against whom?

Livan Santana.

Apparently he made
incriminating statements

to your husband
about both murders.

We'll need you
to sign this statement.

Fred, what are
they talking about?

Your husband
has agreed to testify
against Mr. Santana.

Fred! Have you
lost your mind?

It's all right, Irene,
I know what I'm doing.

You're letting him
do this?

It's what he wants.

They'll kill him.
They'll kill you.

What did he tell you?
That Santana
made statements?

What kind of statements?

About murdering
Mr. Decker

and planning
to murder Miss Prescott.

He's lying.
Santana never said anything.

Irene...

I sat in every meeting
with that man.

Fred was afraid of him.
He never said
anything like that.

I had other meetings
with him, Irene.

Where? When?

Let it go.

I'm not going to
let them send you
to prison.

Oh, Freddie.

No.

For the rest of
your life, Irene.

I can't stand to think
about that.

So you'd rather
be dead?

Freddie...

I went to see that girl.

I knew what
she was doing.

We only needed
a little more time.

There were some Arabs
that were wanting
to invest.

I offered her money.
She didn't want money,
she just wanted a story.

She kept
asking me questions.

I was not there
to answer questions.

She wouldn't listen
to reason.

She wanted
to destroy us, Freddie.

You and me.
After 30 years.

I... I couldn't let
that happen.

No, no, baby.

No, no.

I know I speak
for everyone here, Joe,

when I say
you're going
to be missed.

Oh, and I will miss
the news, Sue.

In fact,
I already do.

So, what are
you going to do

besides sit in
the old porch swing?

Actually, I'm thinking
of writing a book about
the justice system.

That's a book
I'm not going to read.

Mike, Ms. Matson came
to see us.

I don't know
where else to go.

I'm being threatened.
By whom?

I don't know.

There've been phone calls,
a note to my apartment.

People blame me
for what my father did.

The police say
they can drive
by my building,

but only once
in a while.

Maybe you should
get out of town.

To where? My parents
are both in jail.

I don't have any money.

I invested in
my father's hedge fund.

I'll walk her down
to Victims' Services.

Nice parents, huh?

They love each other,
but they don't love anyone else.