Law & Order (1990) s01e10 Episode Script

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.
Man: I get home at midnight, she wants to jump my bones.
I want to sleep.
She says I don't pay enough attention.
I don't love her.
Ubi, give her a kiss, tell her that she's the best thing that ever happened to you.
That'll shut her up.
Check this out.
Go! It lets out on Spring Street.
Cop: Hey- Huh-! Damn.
Who'd want to steal this stuff? Yeah, well, who'd want to make it? Hey, Pooly This one's real.
Logan: No sign of forced entry.
Max: ID? Lease says "Victor More.
" Pays three grand a month.
Premises rented for work only.
Some work! If I did stuff like this, I wouldn't advertise either.
Look at her eyes.
They look like marbles, huh? She ain't half bad.
I'd take her out for coffee.
He makes 'em, dresses them up kinky, and then photographs them.
Yo, Pooly! These two guys in leather- Batman and Robin- you sure they came out of here? When they saw us, they ran.
The camera was in the lot, print on the steps.
Whoa, this looks like the camera was snapping while he died.
Someone wanted i a souvenr.
That's sick! Well, you know what the Bible says, Max, "As you sow- so shall you reap.
" Nobody deserves to die.
Woman: He hasn't lived here for months.
Just what exactly are you looking for? Ma'am- we're just trying to find out what happened.
What happened is that somebody killed my husband.
Softball? The Soho Artists' League.
Victor's a baseball fanatic.
Me, too.
Victor always said there were- three ways you could tell what somebody was like.
"How they ran the bases, the books they read, things they saved.
" "Frank's Diner"? Around the corner.
Victor liked to sketch there.
"Elaine's.
" My agent took us.
"The Iron Bar"? Max: "The Iron Bar"? Bartender: The man with the baseball cap? He's been in here a couple of times.
And last night? It's crowded.
I just serve 'em.
Maybe I'll walk around the block, maybe your memory'll get better.
Or I'll get angrier.
All right, all right, he was here, all right? Hanging on some weird blonde.
Weird what? Bleached, what? Weird like Marilyn Monroe back from the dead, but 6'2", with these blue-green stripes in her hair.
Where might we find this lady? She works in a leather shop- The Erogenous Zone.
In belts, you want only alligator.
In harnesses, saddle leather, like a good briefcase.
Or a nightstick.
You hang out at The Iron Bar? Those rough types aren't for me.
My milieu, a place called Best Friends- in the West Village.
Gay preppies, the ones with "Dartmouth" and "Yale" on their t-shirts.
You were at The Iron Bar last night.
I wanted a club soda, it was close.
Newborn calf.
Vat-tanned.
We're the only store in New York that carries it.
Who buys this stuff? That leather has no grain.
It's like wearing skin.
Reminds you the animal was once alive, if you like that sort of thing.
Did you leave with Victor last night? I didn't know the man from Adam.
He wasn't looking for me anyway, he wanted Brian- who used to belong to me.
My father's gonna have a stroke if my picture's in the paper.
All right, Brian, come here.
Get outta here, sit down.
Just tell us what happened.
I was wearing a leather jacket he liked.
And he asked me if I wanted to be in a performance art work.
Okay? So I was tempted.
Your father would have loved that.
You get a little adrenaline going.
Like you- when you chase some guy down a dark alley, and maybe he's got a knife, maybe he's got a gun.
And you never know what's going to happen.
You and me, we're a lot alike.
You didn't leave with Victor then? There was something - something about him I didn't trust.
Let me get this straight.
You're asked out on a date by a guy, who publishes pictures of people hanging upside down in chains, and you're tempted- but there's something about him you don't trust? Yeah.
Died of? Asphyxiation during a state of sexual arousal.
You ever hear of anything so damned stupid? Something must have gone wrong.
Yeah- he died! So you're saying he hung himself voluntarily? This gentleman played some pretty dangerous sports in his day- burn scars, cuts, healed fractures.
What's the official cause of death? You can rule out natural causes.
Cragen: "Artist Hangs- Not a Pretty Picture.
" Great! This is great.
"Dirty Pictures - Death Imitates Art.
" And this is only the first day.
What do you want us to do about it? The case is boiling, I'd like to turn the heat down! Look, it sells as a suicide.
Fine! Sold! Wrap it up.
Damn it! What? What is it? The Polaroids.
Somebody else was there.
Even if they didn't hang him, it's still a crime to facilitate a suicide.
Okay go back to the wife, and see if Victor came home a little banged up with no explanation.
Logan: She doesn't have a clue.
The guy's Jekyll and Hyde.
She married Jekyll.
Take her through it again, Mike.
People always know things they don't think they know, ya know? Gimme a minute, huh? What is it? Take me off this one.
Come on, Max! You know I- I'm burned out.
This thing disgusts me.
This guy's pictures- porn! If that's art, Hugh Hefner's Michelangelo.
Max, a man is dead here.
You're the one saying it's not a suicide.
What do you want me to do? Lie? There was somebody else there.
Chances are, living that life, he'll be dead in a couple of years anyway.
As far as I'm concerned, he's going to the same place.
What- what- what are you talking about? I'm a Catholic.
Maybe it's old-fashioned, but I still believe in sin.
Remember sin? Right and wrong? I don't know if it's harps, or pearly gates, but whatever it is, these freaks aren't going to the same place you and I are.
Okay? Wow.
I can see this leading to a whole new penalogical outlook- we will only pursue homicides where the vic died in a state of grace.
I'm not kidding about this.
Neither am I.
After 26 years in, I gotta tell you it's not about the people involved in the crime, it's about the crime.
Yesterday- we walk into this leather bar, high noon, the place still reeks of stale sex.
We're not talking about beautiful people here- Request denied! If somebody else was there, then you find them and you charge them.
I would start with the wife.
Logan: Did he ever come home hurt? I'm on the road a lot.
Just in the last year- things changed.
He was mugged.
Last August.
Last April.
Last November.
He was mugged a lot.
Married 15 years.
She thinks he was just taking pictures? Come on! Could you keep secrets like that from your wife? Don't kid yourself.
Everybody's got secrets.
On the weekends, he picked me up and sometimes we'd go out and have a nice day.
Sintra, this is Sergeant Greevey.
This is Sintra More, Mr.
More's daughter by his first marriage.
My father did not commit suicide.
Ms.
More, I know it's- I grew up in my father's world.
Yeah, Daddy was bisexual.
Anyone that knew him knew that.
But he never would have committed suicide.
This may not mean anything to you, but he was my father and I knew him.
He was happy, very happy.
He was excited about the POPA show, but even if he had been massively unhappy, he would never have committed suicide.
How do you know? He was Catholic.
Man: This is a very sick picture, gentlemen.
but it's a very good print.
Forefinger, perfect.
- What else you got? - Oval smudge on the back, could have been gloves.
So at some point, our friend took one glove off.
Must have.
Oh, and the guy had oil on his hand.
Some kind of acidic base, lemon oil, maybe.
Great.
Now all we got to do is print everyone who knew him.
Victor had ConEd bills like the national debt.
Heh.
Bought a Sam Cooke collection - my taste i i in music.
Armani suits! Not your taste in clothes.
Gave to Big Brothers, Save the Earth, World Education.
Guy had a social i conscience.
That's the only kind of conscience he had.
Sent a check home every month more than my salary.
Good son, took care of Mom and Dad.
Hey, he should have taken better care of himself.
Whoa! Bill of sale for one of his pictures- dated yesterday.
To be picked up at his loft in the p.
m.
Name and address? Logan: Yes? Do I know you? Max: No, but I know you.
Henry Rothman.
The Commissioner of Artistic Affairs.
Sergeant Greevey, Detective Logan.
How do you do? May we come in? You see this painting? I paid $3,000 for it Now it's worth 30.
That one over there, that's a Metzger.
Got it for $1,000 in 1972, now it's worth 60.
That Zowa there, paid 10 grand, worth 70.
The Victor More, I paid $4,000.
And 20 years from now? Well, you know you buy a good bottle of wine, you put it in the cellar and you hope it doesn't turn to vinegar.
Did you know Victor More well? No cocktail parties, gallery openings.
I met him a few times.
Did you pick up your photograph yesterday? Stuck in a meeting, couldn't break away.
You better get it.
He won't be taking any more pictures, so you probably doubled your money.
Max: I don't know, Mike, when I was your age, we had scandals, but Maybe the rich are different.
They weren't weird like this.
Some jerk caught running around on his wife, some chippie caught cheating on her old man.
Nowadays- whoof! Yeah, like the guy in Palm Beach- had the wife who did it with the trumpet.
What do you do with a trumpet? In the middle ages, artists painted Madonnas.
In the 19th century, they painted water lilies.
Andy Warhol signed a soup can and sold it for a fortune.
Artists paint what the public has an appetite for.
What about his private life? As far as I'm concerned, Victor More was either a pornographer who got lucky, or he was an opportunist who created for the market.
Either way he was no artist.
How did he get lucky? Victor More had many talents.
One of them was photography.
Another was getting grants.
Grants- from the city.
That's my job.
I decide who gets your tax money, and mine, for artistic work.
Mr.
Rothman doesn't decide that? Oh, yes, Mr.
Rothman decides too.
Mr.
Rothman has the final authority.
The city gave a lot of grants to Victor More.
Don't ask me to explain Mr.
Rothman's taste - he has none.
His decisions are arbitrary, and have nothing to do with art.
Ms.
Swenson, didn't you approve these grants? Your signature's on them.
I approved them, I didn't approve of them.
Why did you sign them? Mr.
Rothman is the commissioner.
I work for the commissioner.
I have to sign the forms or they won't disburse the check.
Does that make it clear? Mr.
Rothman and Mr.
More, were they close? Financially, or personally? Are you saying that Mr.
Rothman- I shouldn't engage i i in gossip.
Three months ago, this $50,000 That one I registered my disapproval in writing.
Mr.
Rothman overruled me.
But at least Mr.
More didn't get the money.
That $50,000 was an attempt to elevate Mr.
More out of the gutter.
It's paying for a show of his work at the Pavilion of Popular Art.
Captain thinks he's got a media problem.
How about the commissioner sleeping with the victim? Maybe she's got an axe to grind.
Rothman's in a scandal, she gets made i i commissioner.
Or maybe she just finds him as disgusting as I do.
You like this? One of our young curators liked it, I think it's junk.
And Victor More? His death didn't make his pictures any better.
But you're still gonna give him a show? Let me explain something to you, that show is being put on because the city put up part of the money, and the rest of it is coming from one of our private patrons.
Let me take a guess- Henry Rothman.
Mr.
Rothman could hardly afford it.
Elizabeth Hendrick.
As in the Hendricks who own the entire world? Would you do this show if Hendrick and the city weren't paying for it? Detective, there is no art without money.
Max: Ms.
Hendrick, the circumstances of Victor More's death don't you find that shocking? Van Gogh cut off his ear.
Edvard Munch hung half of his paintings in the woods, where they ended up rotting.
Gauguin abandoned his family and went to Tahiti.
Art would be much more pleasant if we didn't have to deal with artists.
Did you know Mr.
More or his friends? I understand Mr.
More was a private person- reclusive.
You seem surprised that I'm not shocked.
I'm surprised you are.
You have to deal with what do the newspapers call it- "sleaze" all the time.
The sleaze we deal with doesn't usually end up hanging in a museum.
Victor More was a good artist.
Would I want to sit down to dinner with him? No.
I'm sorry.
I am late for a meeting, so if there's nothing else Logan: You've never carried these with gold chain? We might have.
And you don't know Elizabeth Hendrick? The customer's don't wear name tags.
I just take their money.
Mike, I must be crazy, but why do I think Cathy knows exactly who Elizabeth Hendrick is? And I might be crazy, but I think a lot of the respectable citizens that come and buy this sicko stuff might decide they didn't need it if we put a police cruiser out front.
I think Elizabeth Hendrick might have been in here once or twice.
Or more.
Yes, maybe.
Maybe three or four times.
I have received over 100 phone calls in the last hour.
A commissioner is being dragged through the mud, and it looks like we're responsible.
I hope you have something! It gets worse.
How can it get worse? What would you say if I told you Elizabeth Hendrick is connected to this? That's worse.
Logan: Doesn't everybody who works for the city get printed? You do- commissioners don't.
Find Rothman's prints somewhere.
See if he was in the army or something.
What about Hendrick? Unless she served on a grand jury or applied for a gun license, good luck.
Rothman: Are you telling me that I am a suspect in the murder of Victor More? Yes, sir.
You are.
Could you tell us where you were that night? Look, I, uh I have a wife and three children.
I have a wife and three children myself.
Then you'll realize why I'd prefer it if where I was that night didn't become public.
Can't guarantee that.
I was with another woman the night Victor More died.
Elizabeth Hendrick.
I was home alone that night.
You didn't see Henry Rothman at any time? You're not suggesting that I'm having an affair with Mr.
Rothman? Actually, Mr.
Rothman suggested- Detective, I went to bed early that night- alone.
Boy, oh boy, they are really letting Rothman swing in the wind.
He says he was with Hendrick, she says she was alone, neither alibi works.
So maybe they're both innocent? Or both guilty.
We put one of them in the room with More, the DA will go for manslaughter one.
All the DA wants is a signed confession.
The DA needs- Cragen! Yes.
Uh-huh.
Hendrick's print doesn't match, Rothman's does.
I think it's time we paid Mr.
Rothman a visit and read him his rights, gentlemen.
Max: Commissioner Rothman? Uh, honey, excuse me a second.
We're late for the theater.
Sir, if we could just have a moment of your time.
Yeah- go on, go on.
What for? We have a warrant, Mr.
Rothman.
Woman: A warrant?! Listen to me.
Just come away with us.
Don't make me have to cuff you and read you your rights in front of your kids.
Just a minute.
Look, I'll catch up with you at intermission.
Go on.
It's nothing.
It's a mistake.
The charge is manslaughter in the first degree.
How does the defendant plead? The defendant pleads not guilty, Your Honor.
The defense makes a motion that the defendant be set free on his own recognizance.
Your Honor, if it pleases the court- Just a minute, Mr.
Stone, she isn't finished.
Go ahead, Ms.
Stohlmeyer.
Your Honor, my client has no criminal record.
He has obvious ties to the community.
He's a respected and distinguished man.
Your Honor, this is a homicide of a gruesome kind.
Prosecution feels that bail is essential.
We recommend $100,000.
Your Honor, my client presents no risk of flight.
$100,000 is ridiculous.
Mr.
Stone's recommendation is a little high, but this is a homicide.
Bail is set at $50,000.
Are you deliberately trying to make this unpleasant? We trained you pretty well.
How do you like it on the other side? The pay is better.
Is that your problem? I just don't like the class of client you chose- murderers, drug dealers.
You should be more discriminating.
And you should be more discriminating filing manslaughter one charges.
You haven't got a case, Ben.
That fingerprint could have been on that Polaroid months before More died.
You can get a grand jury to indict a ham sandwich.
If you indict Rothman, you're crazy.
Erica, your client's alibi has been refuted by his alibi witness.
Elizabeth Hendrick has made a mistake.
I assure you she'll tell the truth.
Erica will argue that More consented to being tortured.
She can just about prove that he liked being beaten up, but I can work around that.
You can consent to being tortured, but you can't consent to murder.
You still have to prove intent.
Do we know that Rothman wanted to hurt him? We will.
Rothman absolutely at the scene? Fingerprint? Polaroids are identical, practically down to the shadows of the ones the police photographers took.
That'll fly.
I just want to be clear about one thing.
I don't care what consenting adults do in their bedrooms or elsewhere.
That's their business.
But Rothman's a public figure.
He's a role model.
He has an obligation not to behave like this.
And Hendrick, if she's involved, go after her.
I don't want even a hint of a double standard for the rich.
We've got to put Rothman at the scene more convincingly.
Go back over the evidence.
Tear his life apart until something turns up.
The medical examiner's report says there was oil on the victim's body.
Can you match it to the oil in the fingerprint on the photograph? I get it- you want to put the body and the photograph in the same timeframe.
If the hand touched his body and the picture, it means the picture was taken the night he died.
That's right.
We're working with small amounts, I don't want to damage the print.
Can you do it? Ask me tomorrow.
The tox scan is negative.
No heroin, no coke, no codeine, nothing.
Run another tox scan.
See if you can find- Whoa, whoa! Who's paying for this? It's a homicide investigation.
Stone'll approve it.
The man hanged himself.
Does it matter what he had in his blood? It matters.
What are we looking for? Synthetics- MDA, speed, methaqualone.
Exactly what I'd take if I were going to hang myself.
There's no case here, Ben.
My client is not compelled to rescue somebody who's risking his own life.
That's one way of looking at it, I think he's guilty of manslaughter.
Then why do you want him in front of a grand jury? I want to know what happened.
Grant him immunity, and he'll testify against Hendrick.
If he pleads to manslaughter one, that's discussable.
You can't convict him of manslaughter one! That's what juries are for, Erica, to decide which one of us is right.
I'll talk to my client.
The commissioner always treated me fine.
He's a fine gentleman.
He never had an appointment with Victor More? I keep his appointment book.
You've worked for other city agencies? I was secretary to deputy commissioners.
And Commissioner Rothman never did anything out of the ordinary? He has these long phone calls, and sometimes I couldn't get him off to go to meetings.
He'd talk right through them, an hour, hour and a half.
And when he came out, he'd be all pale and sweaty.
The local usage details for Rothman's home phone have dozens of long calls to Hendrick.
On the weekend, four, five, six times a day.
Hers have as many calls to him.
The night of the murder? A call from Rothman to Victor More.
What the hell were Hendrick and Rothman talking about the rest of the time? You are only going to indict because he's being hung in the press! Stone: Somebody got very careless here with a human life, Erica.
Your client still has no alibi, Hendrick hasn't budged.
She never even saw him.
You want to tell us about your relationship with her? Maybe we can help her change her mind.
I have nothing to say about Ms.
Hendrick.
Commissioner, you know what our prisons are like these days? You're going to be in one for a long time.
You want to go alone? Ms.
Hendrick will do the right thing.
Let's go, Henry.
Judge Fadenhecht? Judge Fadenhecht, Your Honor? I hope this is important, Mr.
Stone.
I need a tap warrant.
Anybody going to put my ass in a sling if I say yes? You got cause? Rock solid, Your Honor.
Phone my office.
Rothman's voice: Elizabeth, I need your protection.
You have to tell- Hendrick: Henry! You do exactly what I tell you.
Yes, Elizabeth, whatever you say.
First, Henry, keep your mouth shut! Especially with that moron lawyer of yours.
Second, don't talk to the prosecutors.
Third, don't call me! Do you understand? Yes.
Yes, what? Yes, Elizabeth, I understand.
Sure sounds like she could have been with him.
And it sounds like he's her slave.
Literally.
Adam:: If she's into this scene, if she is the dominant one, what was going on that night? Woman: Every relationship, Mr.
Stone- work, at home with your wife and kids- every relationship is about power.
But I don't beat people up for kicks.
A dominatrix, a woman who plays the dominant role in a sexual relationship, would she play the same role in another situation? Not a sexual one, but one that was emotionally charged? It's learned behavior, operant conditioning.
Press the right button, you get the right response.
The question is, finding the button.
Forensics says the oil on the Polaroid fingerprint is the same as on the body.
That ought to establish the picture was taken when More died.
This is gonna be a pleasure.
Adam, new tox report.
Victor had methaqualone in his blood.
Probably black market from Goa.
If he was on 'ludes, diminished mental capacity.
He was in no condition to protect himself.
Time to put a little pressure on the commissioner.
Why not on Hendrick? She was the one in charge, he's the weak one.
Because the only pressure on Hendrick is Rothman.
That doesn't seem right.
Paul, we have one murderer we can indict by a hair, and another one we're not even near.
Something's gotta give.
It's going to be Commissioner Rothman.
Ben you ready to make a deal? You're not going to like it.
I'm going to indict your client for manslaughter one.
Unless you have something I don't know about- Do I have to file a discovery motion? Victor More had methaqualone in his blood.
A jury is not going to believe that he had the capacity to protect himself.
Nobody intended to kill Victor More.
You have to prove intent and you can't.
Have a seat, Mr.
Rothman.
We were just discussing your state of mind the night you killed Victor More.
I thought we were here to make a deal.
Sit down, Henry, and don't say anything.
No matter what you think my client was doing with Victor More, this was a guy who begged to be hurt as part of the game.
He was a masochist.
He didn't beg to die.
I'll tell you what I'm going to tell the jury- if there ever is one- Victor More committed suicide.
You can't prove he didn't.
Try me.
Criminally negligent homicide- he serves three months maximum.
We stay with manslaughter one.
Your client waives immunity, I'll recommend a minimum sentence if he rolls on Hendrick.
He's insignificant.
He's a cog.
She ordered him to do what he did.
His mistake is he still thinks she can help him.
I'm in charge here.
I'll crush your client.
We're not talking dirty pictures, we're talking death.
A crime has been committed and the guilty will pay.
Does he want the deal or not? Forget it.
I forgot it.
No deal.
Wait a minute, wait a minute! It wasn't me.
She did order me to do it.
I wanted to save him.
She wouldn't let me.
I guess you get your deal.
We have court-ordered permission to search the premises.
This warrant covers your apartment, your car and all your personal possessions.
Would you like some coffee? Robinette: Ben! Yeah? Looks like black market 'ludes.
Maybe the same kind they found in Victor.
Man: Mr.
Stone! This is locked.
You have the key? It's my hope chest.
What were you hoping for? You have three consenting adults, consenting to certain activities and games and one of them dies.
Who is responsible? You think Hendrick is.
And all I have is the uncorroborated testimony of an accomplice.
I think in Albania that gets you a conviction.
What about the pills? Tough.
If they're chemically the same, if an expert witness doesn't knock the toxicology, "circumstantial" isn't the word- try, the jury laughs on the way out.
No law against owning a leather jacket.
There might be one against what you do when you're wearing it.
Okay! So I sold Ms.
Hendrick the leather, so what? Ever hang out with her? Is that a joke? How well do you know Elizabeth Hendrick? Look, I- don't get close to the customers.
They're all playing with 51 cards.
Cathy, a man is dead.
It's about murder.
There's a couple of clubs, one where a lot of rich people go.
It's Club X.
You've got some Amazon blonde freak who says this Hendricks person was here? And you - I say, get the hell out of my club.
I'll be back with a subpoena.
I can't discuss my customers.
It's like doctor-patient confidentiality.
Mr.
Celine, as legal advisor to the grand jury, I advise you that the law of the State of New York recognizes no such privilege and confidentiality, and I direct you, sir, to answer the question.
I run the place, I'm not responsible for what goes on in it.
You are here under subpoena and under oath.
You will answer the questions or you will go to jail.
Your own attorney will verify that for you.
Therefore, I ask you again, sir, was Elizabeth Hendricks a dues-paying member of your club? She was a member.
She paid dues.
What did she do when she came to your club? She- she liked to have slaves.
What did she do with her slaves? She liked to watch things get a little out of control.
How out of control, Mr.
Celine? Last month, she had this slave- and it got crazy.
Damn near killed the kid.
Gary- Gary something.
Pardee! Gary Pardee.
Gary you got hurt.
It's our business if people get hurt.
Who actually hit you? It was Rothman.
She told him to do it, but it just went a little further than it was supposed to.
Why didn't you press charges? What does that make me look like? I agreed to it.
It was probably my fault for getting involved in the first place.
Don't force me to testify! It'll ruin my career.
I'm perfect for young dad parts in commercials.
He's useless at trial.
He'd be a reluctant witness, and you can only bring him in if the character issue is opened up.
Worse.
If he says it's his own fault, he can be used against us.
It makes the responsibility question real muddy.
And on that evening, did you hurt Mr.
More? Ms.
Hendrick- told me to slap him on the legs.
You slapped him with your hands? Yes.
No- I was wearing gloves.
And where was Mr.
More when all this was happening? He was standing on a chair, with a noose around his neck- and he lifted his legs- off the chair.
He accidentally kicked the chair over.
I went to pick it up- but Ms.
Hendrick ordered me not to.
Elizabeth Hendrick ordered you to let Mr.
More hang to death- and you did? You have to understand! I had to do what she told me.
You had to do what she told you? It was part of our game.
It's still 10 million miles from Hendrick.
Even with the drugs and diminished capacity.
Our own case says her role in the death is indirect.
If I can get her on the stand I can bring her down.
You know that Henry Rothman killed Victor More, don't you? Yes, I'm afraid I do.
At least we have that straight.
Elizabeth, I recommend- I'll handle this, Jay.
On the stand, if you were effective in presenting your side, you'd clear yourself.
You grant me immunity, and then I'll testify against him.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
That's what you're going to do, Mr.
Stone.
You don't think the grand jury will believe you, do you? You never know, do you? I'll waive immunity.
I'll see you at the grand jury.
Thank you.
She has to engage me.
if she doesn't, it'll make her look weak.
That's one of the longest shots you've ever played.
She wants to dominate me.
I'm gonna give her the chance.
That question has an ugly implication, Mr.
Stone.
I'm sorry.
Could you rephrase it for me? You asked if I gave the men drugs.
You implied I gave them illegal drugs.
Mr.
Rothman and Mr.
More took drugs, but not because they got them from me.
I'm sorry if I offended you.
You were accustomed to playing games with Mr.
Rothman, weren't you? Mr.
More invited me to join him in what he called- "a performance art work.
" We were rehearsing it with Mr.
Rothman.
We'd done this before, but the men were never very good at it, so I was doing my best to help them.
I left the men alone for just a few minutes.
When I returned, I found Mr.
More dead and the chair several feet away.
Mr.
Rothman was sobbing on the floor, and he kept saying over and over again, "I let him die.
" It was a tragic mistake- made by incompetent men.
I know I should never have left them alone.
You "knew" you should never have left them alone? Does that mean you knew that Victor More would be hurt if you did? I mean- I know now, I shouldn't have left them alone.
She sounds crazy.
The question is, does she sound crazy enough? The question is, does she sound guilty enough? Hey, Ben Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
Rothman has told me he feels his previous testimony was incomplete, and he's asked for an opportunity to expand on it.
I lied to you the last time I testified.
I am solely responsible for Victor More's death.
Ms.
Hendrick was not in the room at the time, I take full responsibility.
Did you have a conversation with Ms.
Hendrick during lunch? Mr.
Rothman, I asked you, did you have a conversation with Elizabeth Hendrick? Yes.
Did she order you to come back in here and change your testimony? I killed Victor More.
Just the way she ordered you to, the night Victor More died? Ms.
Hendrick had nothing to do with it.
Mr.
Rothman, you realize- that these statements will invalidate the plea bargaining which you entered into? Ms.
Hendrick had nothing to do with it.
Stone Max Greevey.
I'm in the late Henry Rothman's office.
I think you should get over here right away.
Mr.
Stone, I didn't expect to see you here.
You may not have heard the news yet, but your friend, Henry Rothman, killed himself this afternoon.
He couldn't face jail, I guess.
Hung himself in his office.
Did anyone take a picture? No, no one took any photos, but Henry left some.
Polaroids of you watching More die.
You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions.
Do you understand? Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand? You have the right to consult an attorney