Law & Order (1990) s19e17 Episode Script

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.