Law & Order (1990) s03e09 Episode Script

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.
You arrest three or four hours before your tour ends and then from booking the 124 man signs you out.
You're home early and you're still glomming time off the city clock.
Up ahead.
She's trying to ditch him.
No, she's putting out scent.
What now? We front them a couple of bucks for a room? An available two-seven unit.
Two-seven Davis standing by.
Sector Davis, 2288th.
Respond to a 10-24, man down.
Shots fired.
Meet John Doe.
Took one in the pump, frontal entry.
Was he picked clean? They missed these in the jacket pocket.
Gleasors Gym.
We got a fight fan.
You working solo? Over here.
.
32 auto.
Not a mugger's choice.
Put it back exactly where you found it.
Your beeper not working? What I was doing, I don't wear a beeper.
Usual treatment of a crime scene, Carillo, you stirring it with a stick? Hey, hey, before you stomp all the evidence into the pavement, could I see a diagram? Hey, Briscoe's your new partner? It's temporary.
You hope.
Who took the call? Would you mind taking notes? I can't read my writing.
I got my own pad.
How soon did you get here? Pretty quick.
We were right over here at Broadway and Murray.
Stuffing yourself with Oscar's doughnuts? We were at a stoplight.
This is on your tour.
When you came by before did you see anything? We saw nothing.
The street was quiet.
Hang out.
Hey, Briscoe, I don't know how you work, but it's not about doughnuts.
It is when there's powdered sugar on his blues.
I had about 20 people in here watching replays, I was working the rounds before last call.
So you heard a shot, right? Yeah, ears went up, orders went down.
So, put everyone's mind at ease, I decided to go outside and take a look.
Guy's lying on the sidewalk.
You see anybody else, maybe a car? Street was empty.
Whoever did him was already gone.
What about your customers? Anybody know him? Hey, while I'm calling the cops, I got the evacuation of Saigon going on in here.
For all I know he's just some guy walking down the street.
You know, Logan, I don't have any problems with your jinx.
That so? Hey, two partners shot.
Lot of guys would say you're a black cat.
The fact is my ex-wives are both thrilled I got this.
They're under the mistaken impression that I'm heavily insured.
Hey, Briscoe, don't forget, it's a temp job.
The minute my partner's off his back, your ex-wives get very disappointed.
Fine.
I like short matches.
Just don't ever ask me to be the first one through the door.
The days when I took chances are history.
Victim had four tickets to Gleasors Gym.
You know it? Yeah, it's in Brooklyn.
You gotta come on Saturday night.
Kid Moran, you ever hear of him? Yeah, a mutt with a glass jaw.
He's big now.
Doc here trained him.
Kid's got real fans.
Is he one of them? I don't know.
Somebody comped him four tickets to Saturday night's card.
Maybe we ought to ask Doc.
He's good with faces.
Doc, take a look.
It's Tommy Duff.
You know him, never bet minorities.
Well, aside from offending the Reverend Al Sharpton, did he offend any bookies? Gambling's a felony.
We wouldn't know about that.
And Tommy never bet more than $20.
Never got jammed up.
Any idea where he lived? Years back, he came in regular with his wife.
She waits tables at Donlors over by the docks.
Tommy and me been apart nearly 10 years.
But we never divorced.
You know, the church and all.
Whers the last time you saw your husband? Every blue moon Tommy would come by for breakfast.
Dressed sharp from the night before to rub my face in it.
To rub it in what? Tommy was a sport.
Sport? What kind of sport? Rounding the bars, chasing skirts.
It's probably what killed him.
Hasrt killed me.
He had sense enough to stop drinking because of his ulcer, but he had no respect for the sanctity of marriage.
Probably fell to a jealous husband.
Let's try jealous wife.
Where were you last night, Mrs.
Duff? Last night I was with Monsignor Ryan discussing a personal audience with His Holiness for my mother.
You can reach him at the diocese.
What about Tommy's professional pursuits? He wouldn't tell me.
He must have found a way to pay for your support.
When he was in the mood.
I chased him to hell and gone for every nickel.
Where'd you find him? Kept an office in that old building next to the Norwegian Sailors' home.
'43 to '45, this place was filled with women, lookers.
They made Norden bombsights all over town.
Hmm.
Since the war Tommy do a lot of entertaining? Uh, he sold liquor and cigarettes to bars all over town.
Where'd he get all this stuff? Guys brought it in vans.
Sometimes I'd help out.
Tommy'd give me a couple bucks.
These the bars he sold to? Yeah.
Like I said, all over town.
Uh-huh.
Hey, look at this.
P.
J.
Smyth's where Tommy Duff was just a guy walking down the street.
Understand my position.
Word gets around customer was shot, people get it in their heads it's not healthy to drink here.
Hey, listen up.
All of this looks like evidence to me.
I make one call, it's gone.
I don't know where Tommy got his booze.
Think I'd ask him? Not if the price was right.
When he came in, who was with him? He'd come in on Thursdays, alone.
Take an order for booze.
I'd comp him a tab for him, whoever.
Kept him happy.
His happiness mattered? Good will.
Respect.
Respect.
I guess I'll make that call.
What? What? What? Respect for a two-bit dipso who worked out of a rathole? Word's out Tommy was connected.
He carried a bag for Jimmy Scanlon.
Jimmy Scanlon.
The Jimmy Scanlon who cooks bubble and squeak for half the city council.
Numerous indictments for racketeering.
No convictions.
Luck of the Irish, Kevin? You gonna haul this place away, take me with it.
I'm not saying another word about Jimmy Scanlon.
I take it you're not here to talk about borrowing my hall for a Patrolmers Widow's Benefit.
We're here about the death of a certain Tommy Duff.
Tommy Duff? Jeez, I know maybe a dozen Tommy Duffs.
You gotta give me more than that.
Ahem, this Tommy Duff was shot last night near a bar called P.
J.
's on Murray St.
Shot on our streets? Well, that does narrow it down a bit.
It's been said that this one carried the bag for you.
Explain what you mean by "carried the bag.
" Yeah.
Yeah, I'm a bit mystified, too.
Fill Mr.
O'Hagan in on that.
I have to explain the term "bagman" to Jimmy Scanlon? There's not a restaurant or a bar in Queens doesn't pay you protection.
If you can read, take a look at that wall.
There's citations there from every office in this city.
Now the only bags that are carried for me are to charities which I support.
Just like Santa.
Yeah.
Yeah, Just like Santa.
And Tommy Duff wasrt one of my elves.
Latent confirms the ID.
Thomas Xavier Duff.
Born: January 3, 1935, Boston.
He's got priors.
Hey, Briscoe, what, are you scavenging for bones? That's Phil's desk.
I'm gonna use one drawer.
What's the point? He's gonna be back within the month.
Councilman Levin just burned my ear for half an hour making me aware of what Jimmy Scanlon has done for this city.
Now was I listening to that for nothing? Duff's priors.
It walks and quacks like a mob hit.
Numbers, extortion, assault.
What's not on there is adultery.
His wife said he greased his zipper.
Hey, your Italians and Hispanics kill for love.
Micks kill for money.
This time tomorrow maybe you could come up with something better than ethnic slurs.
Either link up Scanlon, or move on.
Hey, Donny.
Listen, what's the word? I mean, whers Phil coming back? Okay.
What's your problem? It's not a problem.
I just It's just you don't deal real well with change.
What do you mean? I mean, I'm thinking back to when Phil came on.
It's not always love at first sight with you.
Look, I can handle it.
I just wanna know for how long? I wanna know how long is my mother-in-law gonna live with us.
I don't know, but I'm learning to enjoy her pot roast.
Hey, you thought the doughnuts meant nothing? Yeah.
What? The fat cop with the sugar on his blues says they passed the bar at 2:15.
His partner says 1:45, before closing.
Maybe it was 2:15.
You mean maybe it was whatever he says it was.
Stop trying to confuse her.
You think we're lying about something? Hey, Libik, in your jacket I saw "lying" listed under vocational skills.
You'd better come up for air.
You go to a disciplinary hearing and he is gonna drown you.
Okay, we saw him before he got shot.
He came out of a bar.
He was following a woman.
I thought he was chasing her, so we slowed down.
He was trying to get her phone number.
She wanted to lose him.
She was laughing at his jokes.
It was harmless.
Adams, was she laughing? She smiled, like she was trying to keep him happy or something, but to my mind, she was scared.
Scared of him? I don't know.
Scared about something.
I mean, this guy's got a long list of priors, but no record of assaults.
What's she scared of, another chorus of Danny Boy? How about she knows her jealous husband's searching the meat racks for her.
She takes off.
Tommy follows.
And hubby catches them on the street, and ba-bing.
Strikes a blow for family values.
They head home, whatever.
But somebody saw her and Duff in that bar.
Maybe a regular who'll be back tonight.
Oh, yeah.
"Hi, any of you folks here the night the guy got shot?" I don't picture too much cooperation.
See you, Nicky.
See you, Lennie.
Hey, Briscoe, what's going on? Never got a check.
Oh, it's okay.
The guy who runs the place is my snitch.
What do I do, stare at my linguine while you clip him for meals? He thinks I'm corrupt so he trusts me, all right? Say hi to Phil.
All on-duty interns report to nursing station five.
Big daddy.
You bum, you're finally getting 10 hours of sleep.
What you got there? Ah, these are those, uh, those Italian cookies you're always saying you wish you could eat but you don't.
Biscotti Amaretti.
I figured we can celebrate.
Doctor says you're out of the woods.
Yeah, I might have a little weakness in my legs.
A couple of nerves near my spine got nicked.
Yeah, well, a little bit of exercise, right? You'll be okay.
I'll get around fine.
Yeah.
Mikey I'm not gonna be in the street with you anymore.
What I'm saying is that even with the physical therapy and everything, as your partner, I wouldn't be 100%.
Hey, now wait a minute, Phil.
Any percent you give is enough.
Not for me.
The, uh, uh The, uh Chief of Detectives has offered me the administrative desk at the at the 110.
Oh, boy.
Hey, what can I say? I mean, that's That's a big bump in your salary.
It's good.
It's not about the bump.
It's Elaine, how are you? Fine.
It's good to see you.
Now that he's fine.
Is he something, huh? What did they say, two, three days? End of the week he's home.
Told Mikey about the 110.
It's gonna be great for the family.
Right near Forest Hills.
We can have lunch together.
That's great.
I'm I'm very happy for both of you.
What's all that? I pulled some plastic receipts from the bar.
Yeah? You got some names? Yeah.
A few.
You gonna send them Christmas cards? I was waiting for you.
I'm partial to singing telegrams.
You wanna hit the streets or what? Hey, Tommy Duff isn't gonna get any deader.
You wanna spare me five minutes for some business? Go ahead, make sure all that life insurance is paid up.
Okay, okay.
We handle accounting for several of the city's largest churches and religious foundations.
My employers would not appreciate the fact that I was visiting a bar.
They rarely do.
You remember seeing him? I'm not sure.
No.
You know, Mr.
Ennis, you've got the flaw of most basically honest people.
You're a lousy liar.
My job.
This firm will not tolerate indiscretions.
All right.
We can be very discreet down at the precinct.
Of course it's gonna take all night long.
Why don't you show him the flash cards again? Yeah.
I saw him.
Did you see him speak to anybody? A woman who came in alone, nice figure.
My wife is very full-figured.
I tried sending her a drink and she sent it back with a nasty look.
Then he came in.
And what kind of look did he get? Before I left, I saw them kissing by the mers room.
Sure I was in there.
I mean, what did I do? Did I dance naked with a lampshade on my head? I swear to God, guys.
I just, you know I really, I don't remember.
Remember him? That's Tommy.
You know Tommy Duff? Do I know him? Well, I I used to meet him at at P.
J.
's.
Did you leave with him Thursday night? Did I leave No.
No, that wasrt me.
My idea of fun with Tommy, you know, that stopped right at the door.
And whose didn't? Well, I guess, you know, somebody he thought was more available.
What does she look like? I, listen, guys, I just, I didn't really pay that much attention.
Yeah, like I can't remember whether the guy I caught in the shower with my first wife was a natural redhead.
She was blonde.
She didn't have a great face, but terrific makeup.
Terrific how? You know, it's like a model or an actress or somethir.
I followed her into the, um, the little girl's room.
And when I told her I was really impressed with her makeup, she bragged that it was Jacques Dessange.
Who? Jacques Dessange.
They do the makeup at the salon.
I'm saving for an appointment.
At Jacques Dessange, we pursue a total concept.
A woman is reconceived with products custom-blended to her skin.
So you're telling me you couldn't get this stuff at any old drugstore? Never.
You keep records of the women you reconceive? Records that are confidential.
I won't embarrass our clients.
Suzanne, let's pretend we're on the same horse, all right? You don't want us to have to call all of your clients, do you? Of course not.
Well, unless you give us the information, we'll have to get it from them.
This is what we keep on each client.
Photos.
Of each woman, before and after.
Crime lab called.
They got traces of Jacques Dessange makeup from Duff's face.
Where are we with this? This is the last batch.
So far nobody's jumping up and saying "hi.
" Guys, I'm sorry.
No.
No.
Don't women borrow makeup? Maybe she got it from one of her friends.
Uh-uh.
I don't think so.
I was standing right next to her.
We were looking in the bathroom mirror.
Her makeup was fabulous.
I'm sure it was done by a professional.
Maybe we're talking Jacques Dessange professional.
That's her.
Excuse me, I'm Det.
Logan.
This is Det.
Briscoe.
You mind telling me your name? Mary Kostrinski.
May I call an attorney? What is this? Your access channel's tryouts for Chorus Line? Yeah.
And the winner gets a 25-year run at Ossining.
What do you do, cast out of the precinct basement? Not one of them remotely resembles my client.
That's her.
Number three.
Okay, you heard it.
It's a positive identification from both officers.
How amazing.
And it means nothing.
It means we can place your client at the scene of the crime.
Mary Kostrinski came out of a bar, which hasn't been illegal since prohibition.
Other witnesses put her in the bar playing kissy face with the victim.
Sure.
One or two maybe out of a possible She's been a widow since a construction crane killed her husband John Kostrinski.
Now, she works hard.
She goes to church.
Don't charge her for trying to have a little fun.
Unless you crave abuse.
Do you? Let her go.
I love a tall man with a halo.
Why don't you look at it as a favor, Paul? Now, instead of hearing some arraignment judge, you get to hear Nina Tottenburg.
Where's she going? Home.
Your little show just closed.
Lack of backing.
Oh, stick around.
Forensics just gave the leading lady a rave review.
Five point partial on the.
32 shell casing matches Mary Kostrinski's thumb.
We're not looking for a way out, we're offering you one.
Negligent homicide with probation? Why don't I throw in a week at Club Med? Why don't we leave the jokes at the frat house, Ben? There's an issue of singular importance here.
Besides a mars death? A womars right to defend herself.
From what? A man telling bad jokes in a bar? They left laughing together.
He tried to rape me.
People at the bar said you looked friendly.
I'm sure Mike Tyson was a perfect gentleman in the hotel lobby.
Miss Kostrinski, why did you leave the bar with him? I didn't leave with him.
I left to get away from him.
Tommy was fun at first.
But after seven or eight drinks, I excused myself.
When I went out into the street, he followed me.
He wouldn't back off.
So you shot him? After he grabbed me, yes.
There is no evidence of a struggle.
Duff was unarmed.
Look at him, look at her.
She reasonably believed she was going to be attacked.
That's all the statute requires.
Give us probation, Ben, or I'll give you the biggest headache since Susan B.
Anthony asked to vote.
It's "he said, she said.
" Only he's not around anymore.
I can make my prima facie case.
It is the defense's burden to establish justification and they don't have anything except her word.
Sure.
When Lanie Stieglitz gets through with the jury, they'll be putting Kostrinski's face on a silver dollar.
But it's not about politics.
It's about credibility.
A churchgoing widow, a first class womanizer with a half-dozen drinks and a yellow sheet.
You're lucky I don't gamble.
You want me to drop it? They gave Thelma & Louise an Oscar.
Without more, I'd call it a day.
We may have it.
ME's report says Duff's blood alcohol was zero.
He had an ulcer.
Drank only ginger ale for the past six months.
So she lied.
Standard is subjective.
She saw him drink.
Thought he was drunk.
There's more.
There was no gunpowder residue on Duff's clothes.
And she said that he was holding her when she shot him.
Forensics says she had to be four feet from him when she pulled the trigger.
Four feet.
You have something against this woman? If she's trigger-happy and a liar, yes.
We have an expert to say she wasrt.
We have one to say she was.
I know what men are about.
You've been assaulted before? I've had sex against my will.
Havert we all? You were seen kissing Tommy Duff.
He kissed me.
I never kissed him.
I thought, "What am I doing here at my age?" What I thought about him would not have inspired a kiss.
Is that why you left the bar? Yes.
Didrt I have a right to? Of course.
And he followed you? I wasrt worried at first.
I thought I could put him off.
Is it possible you might have done something that encouraged him? You think that just because I let him kiss me that he had a right to No, I don't think that.
When we went outside he grabbed my wrist.
He was going to have me and he thought there was nothing I could do to stop him.
Did you really feel that shooting him was your only option? I didn't go out that night to kill anyone.
But whatever happens, a woman has to know that if she survives, and she didn't get raped, she did the right thing.
There may have been some assault or molestation in her past, but there was nothing in what she said to indicate an underlying pathology.
And her expressed hostility toward men, that doesn't border on the abnormal? It's appropriate to her experience.
And so was shooting Tommy Duff? Elizabeth, by her own admission, he never touched her.
He was unarmed.
He weighed 240 pounds.
She weighs 118.
His size was his weapon.
Because she had a hunch, a feeling, she shot him, not for what he did, but what he might do? How long would you have her wait before she defended herself? Till he grabbed her? Till he forced her into an alley and penetrated her? Till there was something beyond her word to support a claim to self-defense.
Believe me, Ben, what she did resonates with more women than your comfort zone wants to accept.
I'll give you a written report of the session, but I don't think you want me as a witness.
So much for gut instincts.
She wasrt objective? She thinks Kostrinski's justified.
Maybe she is being objective.
When you saw Mary Kostrinski and Thomas Duff on the sidewalk, what, if any, action did you take? We slowed down.
It seemed to defuse the situation.
You mentioned in your report you saw Miss Kostrinski smile.
Is that correct? The man said something to her that made her smile.
When you saw her smile, what did you do next? We drove on.
My partner didn't think there was anything wrong going on.
Off.
Adams, did you see any behavior that you would consider criminal? No.
Thank you.
In retrospect, is there anything you would've done differently? Yes, I should've stopped to make inquires.
Because what you saw of Mr.
Duff's behavior concerned you? I had some concerns, yes.
Thank you.
My partner said she smiled, but to me she was laughing.
If she was in trouble, I didn't see it.
In your original report, you made no mention of even seeing Miss Kostrinski or Mr.
Duff outside the bar.
Why the omission? You see a couple who are maybe arguing, and then one of them winds up dead, it's gonna look stupid if you didn't stop to ask questions.
Why didn't you stop? We were going on break.
Look, if Mrs.
Kostrinski was worried about her safety, she saw us, she could've flagged us.
Now, as a result of your filing a false report, was there any change in your status as an active police officer? I was suspended for three days without pay.
All right, thank you.
You filed a false report because you felt your failure to stop might be perceived as a dereliction of duty, is that right? Yes.
Your duty being to stop Mr.
Duff's harassment of my client, correct? I didn't see harassment.
Gee, your, um Your partner, Off.
Adams testified that she was so disturbed by what she saw, she felt she should've intervened.
She has her opinion.
I have mine.
She was sitting right next to you.
Presumably you both saw the same thing.
I can tell when a guy is just trying to get lucky.
And your partner can't? Why, because she's a woman? Objection! Withdrawn.
I mixed her a Manattan and I told her it was from Mr.
Duff.
How did she react? She looked over at Tommy, smiled, gave him a little wave, and then she went over and sat with him.
In the course of the evening, uh, did they get along with each other? Like a couple of kids with hot pants.
You mean they were holding hands? Hands is about the only thing they werert holding.
Oh, thank you.
How many other customers did you have that night? Oh, so you didn't devote all your attention to my client and Mr.
Duff.
No.
Uh-huh.
Did you see them leave together? No.
For all you know, she might have left alone.
Sure.
Sure.
For all you know, she might have been trying to get away from Mr.
Duff.
Look, when a woman comes into my bar I don't think she's trying to get away from guys.
I see.
So every woman who goes into a bar alone is looking for it? Objection.
Withdrawn.
Before Mr.
Duff arrived, did Miss Kostrinski accept an offer of a drink from any other gentlemen? She sat in my bar drinkir the same Manattan for three hours.
Did she talk to any of the other customers? She was too busy keeping her nose in the air.
The only time she opened her mouth was to ask me what time it was every half-hour.
So because she talked to Mr.
Duff, and accepted his offer of a drink that means she wanted to have sex with him.
That she wanted him to rape her? Objection.
Withdrawn.
She kept asking for the time.
Sounds like she was expecting someone.
Tommy Duff.
I don't believe in coincidence.
A scorned lover with a fatal attraction? Somebody's gotta be able to put them together.
Ask the family.
See if she confided in her sister.
Thanks.
Mrs.
Stieglitz is sending Dr.
Hauser back to the bullpen.
She's calling Elizabeth to the mound instead.
Stieglitz wouldn't take a flyer because she knew what side Olivet is on.
Now who the hell told her? A summary of Olivet's conclusions got mixed in with the material sent to Stieglitz in discovery.
What're we running here, the '62 Mets? You gotta tell that jury about Olivet's rape.
Because once they know that "PhD" at the end of her name, won't count as much as her personal bias.
Adam, if I'm gonna rake her over the coals, I wanna talk with her first.
Any conversation you have with her could be construed as an attempt to influence a witness.
I just can't beat her up on the stand without warning.
She's a colleague.
She deserves our consideration.
You talk to her, you warn her, and the appeals court will take this case, throw it right back in your face.
You want to play nursemaid, save it till after the trial.
I was asked by the district attorney to examine Miss Kostrinski and make a determination as to her mental state.
And what determination, if any, did you make? The subject displayed no emotional affect, no disassociation, no mood swings.
In laymars terms, please.
She was rational.
Her responses were normal and appropriate.
Including shooting Mr.
Duff? Was that an appropriate response? I wouldn't go as far as that.
You did in your report.
"Subject Kostrinski's behavior was appropriate to her stated emotional condition.
" What condition was that, Doctor? She told me she was in a state of extreme fear.
Did you believe her? It's never a question of belief.
Your words, Doctor: "The intensity with which she described her fear "was consistent with that exhibited by women who've been victims of rape and attempted rape.
" Can that intensity be faked? It's possible.
But Mary Kostrinski, in your opinion, did she believe that she was about to be raped? Yes.
Thank you.
Uh, Dr.
Olivet, do first-hand observations play any part in your psychological evaluation? Yes.
In other words, there is a subjective element to the evaluating process? To a certain extent.
But my professional training allows me to Doctor, isn't it true that within the past year you yourself were raped? Objection.
Relevance.
Your Honor, Dr.
Olivet just stated that her professional opinion can be tainted by her personal experiences.
I'll allow it.
The witness will answer.
The answer is yes.
And do you recall what your emotions were after the rape? Yes.
Please describe what they were.
I felt what most people feel: Anger, rage.
Any feelings of vengeance? Yes.
Could these feelings of anger and vengeance influence your evaluation of Miss Kostrinski's behavior? Possibly.
Thank you.
You're excused, Dr.
Olivet.
Court is adjourned until tomorrow morning.
Ben, I talked to Kostrinski's mother and sister, but there's no way they're gonna hang out the family wash.
Somebody must have seen her and Duff together, so try her building.
Try the neighbors.
She's a doll, perfect tenant, pays like clockwork.
Quiet.
How about visitors? Sometimes her sister brings the mother over.
That's all.
Ever see this man? That's the creep? Got what he deserved, didn't he? He ever visit her here? Not him, not any man.
This is a lady.
When this building went co-op, I prayed she'd buy in and she did, just after this happened.
What was the purchase price? $220,000.
We're a self-financed building.
She puts down 20 percent, we take paper for the rest.
A $40,000 down payment? She had $10,000 in savings, the rest was a gift.
People like this lady.
A $30,000 gift? I wonder who liked her that much? The corporation required a letter from the giver to prove that the money was a gift.
Here.
Signed by Mr.
Sean McKarrick.
She said he's a friend of the family.
Sean McKarrick: Assistant Vice President of Scanlors trucking business.
His office is next to Jimmy Scanlors.
It should be easy to show who's pocket the money came from.
Kostrinski could say it was for favors given that had nothing to do with killing Duff.
$30,000 favors? It won't fly unless we present a reason Scanlon wanted Duff dead.
Duff was stealing from him.
His combined accounts had less than $2,000.
The wife.
They didn't live together.
But they werert divorced.
Maybe something other than the church kept them in matrimony.
Check the wife's accounts.
$270,000? You didn't make that on tips, Mrs.
Duff.
The boys appreciate good service.
If one of them wanted to fence cargo, did you steer him to Tommy who maybe steered him away from Jimmy Scanlon? Jimmy Scanlon? What's this look like, 21? Mrs.
Duff, we believe your husband was killed on orders from Scanlon.
And I believe in the Holy Ghost, but I'm in no hurry to meet him.
I got nothing more to say.
I hope you have a pension plan, Mrs.
Duff.
We prove that money was ill-gotten, we can take it all.
I'm a widow.
That money's a life savings.
I got customers.
Yeah.
You got snap, crackle, but no pop.
Means and motive aren't enough to get Scanlon.
Adam, Kostrinski won't roll.
She's smart, she's tough.
Smart enough to fool Lanie Stieglitz.
Maybe Lanie isn't as gullible as we think.
Feminism isn't a bad defense for a contract killer.
Lanie's a true believer.
If she knew, she'd remove herself in a minute.
No judge is gonna let her quit now.
Not prior to closing arguments.
Lanie would wanna do the right thing and maybe quitting isn't it.
Duff steals from Scanlon.
Scanlon pays Kostrinski $30,000.
Kostrinski shoots Duff.
You don't need a PhD in Logic, Lanie.
They've been using you.
I put Kostrinski on the stand, I win the case.
You put her on the stand, you're suborning perjury.
Well, maybe the principle's won'th it.
Is it won'th your career? I'm doing you a favor, Lanie.
I could have brought this out in court.
But then you wouldn't get the chance to squeeze me into God's little acre, east of the rock and west of the hard place.
What you gonna do, Lanie? Your office, okay? An hour.
Manslaughter one.
You spend I'll spend Havert your read the papers, Mr.
Stone? I'm winning this case.
Only because the jury hasn't heard the name of Jimmy Scanlon.
I know all about the hit.
And your lawyer does, too.
He's bluffing.
No, unfortunately, I don't think he is.
You're my lawyer.
You're supposed to argue my case.
I cannot and I will not perpetrate a fraud on the court.
It's unethical and illegal.
I'm not gonna put you on the stand tomorrow, Mary.
And I am not going to make a closing argument, and the jury is going to wonder why.
Miss Kostrinski, you're in a hailstorm.
You can't hide, you can't run, and you can't make it stop.
But you can.
If you give me Jimmy Scanlon.
I spent the last two hours getting you a deal for 15.
We go to court, I guarantee you'll get 25.
It's your call, Mary.
What does Scanlon have on you? John Kostrinski routinely took out the problems of the world on my face.
Scanlon ran the docks with my father.
When I told him the story, he took pity on me.
Your husband died in a work accident.
You know the church and divorce.
I've seen enough but I haven't seen any real money.
Hey, guys, come on now.
I'm busy.
He'll call you back in 25 years.
What is this? Put your hands behind you.
What you doing? You're under arrest for the murder of Thomas Duff.
Call the lawyers.
Good move, you're gonna need one.
Tell his wife to keep his dinner warm.
She shouldn't wait up to tuck him in either.
Scanlors lawyers could've bungeed off the Chrysler Building, the judge still wouldn't have given him bail.
A small comfort for Mary Kostrinski.
I want her kept upstate until the trial.
I'll see you at Adam's office.
Elizabeth.
Sometimes you have an awful way of being right.
It's the curse of having a distrustful nature, and I'm very sorry about what happened in court.
We all read from the same manual.
I knew it was coming.
She fooled a lot of people.
But not for the same reason she fooled me.
How many times do I gotta trip over this thing? Why don't you put this junk away, like, maybe in your drawers? Hey, Phil might want this.
By the time the 110 buys him a new one Yeah.