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.
Who can figure? They lose to Indy at home.
And I gave 10 points.
Hey, it rains, it's anybody's game.
For that kind of green, they ought to be able to play in quicksand.
Hey, buddy, it's the tooth fairy.
It's cold out. Let him sleep it off.
The guy's got a room with a view. I should be so lucky.
Hey, you put your money on Miami, and you too could live in luxury.
Couple of lovebirds all the way from the Lone Star State.
Gee, I only see one head.
Maybe she dropped something. Yeah, that's it.
Want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.
Wake up call.
So you found him? Yeah.
Usual tour. Kids leave the clubs...
come here for a little up-close-and-personal before going home to Mom.
I assume no witnesses? Just Mr. Trump over there.
Thanks. Okay.
How you doing, fellas?
Jerome here, sacked out on the park bench.
Jerome, tell us you saw the whole thing.
A guy give me $10. And you went swimming in it.
$10? That's a lot of money. I had to celebrate.
After the party, did you see anything?
St. Francis of Assisi. He told me to keep up the good work.
Right. Yeah, I've been there, pal.
Name's Ken Scofield. License from Amarillo, Texas.
$100 in his pocket, half his head blown off.
Looks like he had company in the car.
So we got any prints? More than that.
Oh, maybe he got a little too fresh, huh?
You Briscoe and Logan? Yeah.
Station just radioed in.
Someone picked up a half-naked girl trying to hail a cab.
Hope she didn't catch a cold.
Her name's Jill Templeton.
Swears it's her first date with Scofield.
Oh, yeah? She made a lasting impression.
They picked her up on 21st. She was topless.
Well, let's hope she's still coherent.
I'll try to contact Scofield's next of kin.
I didn't even really know him. We just met that night at a club, The Garage.
Looks like you became fast friends.
He bought me a couple of drinks. He seemed like a nice guy.
He was a model. My magazine had done some work with his agency.
Didn't you think you might be more comfortable back at his place?
He said that he lived in Greenwich. I had to be up early for work.
I couldn't drive all the way to Connecticut.
I have a roommate. We couldn't go there.
We just wanted to see the sunrise.
That sounds romantic.
So then what happened? He got a little too friendly?
What, you don't think that I... No way.
Why don't you just tell us what happened?
We were in the car, and some lunatic was staring at us.
So Ken told him to get the hell out of there.
And the next thing I know, the guy pulls out a gun and...
All right, we're going to have you talk to someone...
who's gonna make a composite of this guy, okay?
Yeah, sure.
One thing, the guy wore glasses.
Thick glasses with black frames.
Let me ask you something. Why didn't you call the police?
I never thought that...
I don't know.
Some nut just killed Ken right in front of me...
and I got scared, you know? I ran.
I started with girls, but then who can compete with Elite?
The boys have been good to me.
And Ken Scofield? My Midnight Cowboy.
Moved here from Amarillo last year with his fiancée...
thought he'd make it in soaps.
And he didn't?
Ken's only talent was his pretty face, and pretty faces are a dime a dozen.
So you're known as the agency with a heart?
You don't realize what an investment these kids are.
It's $1,000 for a photographer, another $1,000 for a haircut and clothes...
and he was still working it off.
Well, he lived in Greenwich, so he must have been doing something right.
Greenwich? He couldn't afford the train fare up there.
Just yesterday I gave him a cash advance to pay his rent on his place...
on West 25th Street.
He told me he was in an all-day shoot.
Well, the fact is, he spent the night at a club downtown.
He must've finished early. He knew I was waiting tables.
He was shot in his car, Dory. He wasn't alone.
We never should have left Amarillo, but Ken...
He liked to try new things?
He wasn't cheating, if that's what you're trying to say.
Dory, we found the girl.
Now, they weren't talking business.
I thought it was...
just a thing that he was going through, you know, being in New York, and all.
I knew that he would stop as soon as we got married.
Dory, do you know of anybody who'd want to hurt Ken?
Did he have any enemies?
We didn't even have any friends.
We were always working.
I worked a double shift yesterday and never even saw him.
He didn't love them.
He loved me.
Hey, you remember that physical therapist I was seeing last month?
Dr. Magic Fingers?
Yeah, well, after she heard a message on my machine from Tena...
I was lucky she wasn't packing a pistol. And I didn't drag her up from Texas.
Give me her number. I'm into pain.
Either Dirty Harry moved east, or somebody was awful mad at your boy.
A.44 through the brain.
That's an awful big gun for a little lady.
Well, the first girl said she saw a guy with glasses.
Maybe Dory's got more friends than she'd have us believe.
And, what, she hired one of them to get rid of Ken's roving eye?
Last I heard, $50 was the going rate.
We find a weapon, we'll get back to you. Don't bother.
The slug's too mushroomed to be any good to anyone.
A face like that, he ought to be ringing doorbells and selling candy bars.
Maybe the guy is a figment of the imagination.
What, the girlfriend's lying?
Hey, come on. She wants to disappear into the night...
I think she'd take her clothes with her.
What about Scofield's fiancée?
She said nobody held a grudge.
Yeah, well, I'm not so sure she's including herself.
She knew the guy was a lady's man.
I don't know. She doesn't strike me as the type who could be there...
serving spareribs and beer, while her fiancé's getting his head blown off.
The guy had a wallet full of cash. It wasn't robbery.
Somebody wanted him dead.
Got a break. Patrol car just called. They found a witness.
Oh, it was him. I'm sure of it. I saw it all.
Well, what exactly did you see, Zelda?
I like to sleep by the water, except when the wind's coming from the west.
It's too damned cold.
What about last night?
Twelve miles an hour from the east, but the buildings block it.
It's about all they're good for. Anyway, it's a good place to sleep.
None of that bad element, you know what I mean?
And the kids are usually gone by 1:00, 2:00.
What kids?
The lovebirds.
We used to go out on the Boardwalk at Atlantic Beach.
They can take my apartment, my money...
but my memories...
Johnny Beecham, that was his name.
Do you know the shooter? Are you kidding'? Johnny's an allergist.
Boy, did he have a set of lips on him.
Twenty minutes on the Boardwalk with Zelda, you'd know what's what.
I'm sure he would, Zelda. Maybe later, after we solve this murder case?
Right, the shooter. Odd little fella.
Saw him around the last couple of weeks.
He'd come and sit on a bench right near me, over there...
pull out the binoculars, and just stare.
Last night, it was just me and him, and that couple in the car.
I went to get a cup of coffee, and I heard the shot. Bam!
I looked through the bushes...
and there he was, waving a gun around like a maniac.
Yeah, so, Zelda, what did he look like?
Maybe 5'8".
Thick, black glasses, like Mr. Magoo.
Did he happen to mention his name?
Not to me. But Mr. Santana in the deli around the corner...
I saw them talking once.
You know how many people come in here?
After midnight? I doubt it's like Macy's at Christmas.
Come on. Zelda told us she saw you talking to the guy.
That crazy old bat. What does she know? I give her free coffee just to get rid of her.
She knows a guy with thick black glasses spent time with you.
Sorry.
Okay, but the next time he comes in here make sure you don't short-change him.
Seems like he's got a gun, and he's not too shy about using it.
What are you saying?
He blew a kid's head off last night, two blocks from here.
I didn't know.
Look, you know how it is about getting involved with police.
Again, is this the guy?
Kind of looks like him.
Last week some time. I remember the glasses.
He was screaming about the world going crazy:
"We got no rights left. You can't park your car, anymore."
Stuff like that.
Then he ripped up a parking ticket right in front of me.
Did you see what kind of car he was driving?
A Chevy, I think. Tan, brown.
You guys are gonna catch him, right? I doubt it.
Well, how many tan Chevys do you suppose have outstanding parking tickets?
I'm sure our friends at the Parking Violations Bureau can tell us.
But find this guy or not, 7:00 tonight I'm checking out...
'cause I got two courtside for the Knicks-Rockets.
Where'd you get the dough to sit in Spike Lee territory?
Couple of years ago, a 15-year-old ticket scalper outside The Garden.
I looked the other way, worked out nice for the both of us.
Well, hey, you want me to book you now or after the game?
Hey, hey. I paid for them.
Police! Get out of the way!
You cops? That's what I said.
I think you better take a look. Bruno D'Angelo's got screwed.
Well, Parking Violations isn't going anywhere.
Help! I'm dying here!
That bitch killed me.
I think it's bad this time.
10-85, corner of Ninth Avenue and 18th Street.
Somebody call the cops. Apartment 2-A.
Somebody call the cops.
Police!
Hello? Police.
Jesus. Drop it!
The crazy son of a bitch. This'll show him!
Lady, you just assaulted a police officer.
Drop the pan! What the hell do they know anyway?
Shut up! Bruno, he's the one you should arrest!
Shut up! God almighty!
Go save him! Go ahead! Go save him!
Hold still. Put your hands down.
He should never use it again!
It's gone. She cut it off. She cut it off.
What the hell?
She cut it off. It's gone.
She cut it off. It's gone. She cut it off.
Where is it?
This'll make you keep it in your pants.
Keep looking, Belcher. Yeah, right. What do I do when I find it?
Put it on a leash and walk it to the hospital.
Go ahead, rip my house apart! You'll see all your asses in court!
Mrs. D'Angelo, you can get rid of all these troops in a minute.
Just tell us where.
Like hell. Why don't you call that tramp, Connie Bucci, up?
She likes it so much, let her sniff it out!
Dogs can do that, you know! That bitch...
Okay, we've heard enough of your crap. Now just answer his question.
Yeah, big Mr. Cop here. What is it, all you macho studs in it together, huh?
If it was me that was missing, you'd wait 24 hours before you sent someone.
They'll hang you, you bitch.
And you and that slut are gonna burn in hell!
Cornuto disgraziato!
Logan, we got a winner.
You find it? Yeah.
Well, get it on ice and over to St. Vincent's.
Let's tack on littering, too.
After the Bobbitt case, we're gonna see a lot of this.
Yeah, I know a lot of guys who'll be sleeping with one eye open.
She might as well have just put it through his heart.
That's not very compassionate.
What kind of life is this guy gonna have without...
What? You know.
Maybe he's got loftier pursuits.
Like what? You think he plays the clarinet?
I hope he plays the clarinet.
What do you have on Scofield?
Parking Violations came up with 47 outstanding parking tickets on tan Chevys.
Profaci's running them.
Van Buren.
Thanks.
Bruno D'Angelo just died.
Cardiac arrest on the way to the hospital.
Yeah, I'm gonna get a lawyer, and I'm gonna sue that bastard for alimony.
I think your husband might have a better claim, Mrs. D'Angelo.
I just want to have a nice dinner with my husband of 12 years.
Is that so much? But no. Where's Robert Redpants?
I'll tell you where. He's out sweating up the sheets of every tramp east of Jersey.
Well, we're gonna see how his sex drive is now, won't we?
It's a homicide.
What is he saying?
Your husband's dead, Mrs. D'Angelo.
No, not my Bruno.
When Kenny left Amarillo, I didn't see any point in staying in Texas.
I live in Memphis with my sister.
God, I begged him not to leave.
But that girl...
Dory, the waitress?
She convinced him that he was born to be on Broadway.
Well, it's a tough business.
So he had his 15 minutes in the spotlight.
Was it worth it, Kenny?
Excuse me? A Broadway show.
I had pneumonia. I missed opening night, and then...
it closed before I was well enough to travel.
Why would anyone do anything like this?
We think it was a random shooting.
You don't have any idea who it was?
Well, we know he drove a tan Chevy.
Well, when can I take the body home?
I want to bury him. I want to bury him next to his dad.
I'm afraid, Mrs. Scofield, it's going to have to be a couple of days.
We'll be in touch, ma'am.
I used to tell my mom I was getting A's in chemistry.
Let's find that car, huh?
No, I said a tan Chevy.
I don't know what kind of gas he bought.
You don't understand how hard it was to get these tickets, Cile.
We're talking two first-place teams.
I just want to know if you got a license.
Well, what about a credit card? Yes.
On the floor. Okay. Thanks.
Two on the floor. So, Mrs. Schwinger can get her electrolysis tomorrow night.
You sure?
Right. It's your lucky day.
What makes you think I'm so easy? Hey, tip-off is at 7:30.
There's a Scott Hexter in Interrogation One.
A traffic cop from the 22 stopped him from skipping a red light.
Should this interest us?
Mr. Hexter drives a brown Chevy. Seems he has 12 outstanding parking tickets.
Please tell me he wears thick, black glasses.
My guess, he can't see the big E at the top of the chart.
All this for a red light?
It's a little more involved than that, Mr. Hexter.
Yeah, I know, I have the parking tickets.
No, we're talking about a murder.
I didn't kill anybody.
Were you in Battery Park last night?
Why would I go there? That's not the question.
Someone matching your vitals was seen there.
I wasn't there. Okay, I give up. Where were you?
None of your business.
You know this guy? No.
Well, let's start again. Somebody who looks very much like you...
put a bullet through this guy's brain last night.
This is nuts. I'm getting outta here. And right into a cell.
I want a lawyer.
He's hiding something.
Yeah, and until he shows us what it is, all we got him on is the parking tickets.
His lawyers'll get him out in 24 hours.
Which is enough time to get somebody to pick him out of a line-up.
Meanwhile, find the gun.
We need a warrant. Signed, sealed, and delivered.
Scott's a good guy, I'm telling you.
Ties his bags, never makes noise.
Changes his underwear once a week?
Yeah, well, the troublemakers are the pair upstairs, them and the damn dog.
A landlord's dream, perfect tenant.
At least he's not a health nut.
Oh, yeah. But he does take care of himself.
That's a. 22. Scofield was shot with a. 44.
Well, maybe he uses this one for practice.
We've got all the time in the world. I can't tell. It was dark.
You want a closer look at any of them?
Number two.
Number two, step forward.
How about number four?
Number four, step forward.
No, it's number two. Thank you, Miss Templeton.
Goose eggs, Counselor.
You're forgetting Mr. Santana.
A maybe. Even if my client was in his deli last week...
boosting your cholesterol isn't a crime.
He had a gun. It was licensed.
Besides, it was the wrong caliber. You've got the wrong guy, fellas.
There's still the 12 unpaid parking tickets.
You're kidding, right?
No wonder this city's going bankrupt.
We'll be in touch.
No witnesses, no weapon. We couldn't even get past a grand jury with this.
Hexter's not playing straight with us.
But he may not be a murderer.
So he pays the tickets, and he walks.
Your report said something about the bag lady seeing him at the scene?
She relocated. Nobody knows where, but we've got an APB out on her.
That D'Angelo woman's attorney's here. You're in for a special time.
Self-defense? You've gotta be kidding. Her husband was asleep.
He was passed out. A bottle of Chianti'll do that.
Either way, the guy's unconscious.
You know, if you'd turn off ESPN for a minute, Detective...
maybe you would have heard of something called battered wife syndrome.
Are we talking about the same woman?
Her husband spread it around, she went nuts.
That's right.
She felt an irresistible impulse after years of being abused.
Hey, come on, Mike, haven't you learned...
that every homicide has social and political ramifications?
Do you have any proof she was battered?
You, of all people, know the difficulty in proving rape, Miss Kincaid.
She never mentioned rape. She was in shock.
Or maybe you believe that a wedding ring gives her husband...
the right to toss her onto the bed and do to her what he will?
No, but it doesn't give her the right to take a knife and mutilate her husband...
except maybe in Manassas County.
Miss Kincaid, had she come to your office and filed a complaint...
just how quick would you be to prosecute?
We would have considered all the facts.
Please. When was the last time you convicted anyone of marital rape?
You don't know? I will tell you. Never.
People get convicted of murder.
We got another homicide, 15th and Second.
We're going for a record.
What scares me is the day's not over yet.
My mother was in the stockroom. I was filling the shelves in the back.
I heard this guy yelling at my dad to give him the money.
Did you get a look at him?
Just the back of his head. Skinny, black guy.
I heard the gun go off. Boom, like a cannon.
Maybe he didn't think my father smiled enough.
After he fired the shot, what did he do?
He ran out.
Did you see which way? Did he go left, right? What did he do?
I went to my dad. I called 911.
The register's empty. Some rummy outside says...
he saw Dinkens run out with a bag of money and a six-pack.
I guess times are tough all over, huh? Excuse me, Detectives.
We got the playback all cued up for the security cameras.
David, I want you to bring your mother back here, okay?
All right, now have her take a look at him.
He was in the store yesterday. He cashed a government check.
Does she remember his name?
My father was supposed to go to the bank today.
Disability check. Drew Washington.
How about where he spends it?
She doesn't know. He's a crackhead.
There's a local supply shop on 16th Street. Let's go pay a visit.
All right, come on, move it. No shoving.
This isn't what you think.
Yeah, I know. It's a meeting of the Rotary Club.
Okay, boys and girls, shut up and gather round!
Now, we're looking for a man named Drew Washington.
Drew Washington.
The first one with the right answer gets a hall pass outta here.
Yeah, the rest have to go down to the principal's office.
Any takers, raise you hands.
Drew Washington can kiss my ass.
I'm gonna take that as a maybe. You stand over here.
This is whack, man.
What, man?
You got something you want to share with the class?
I don't gotta say nothing without my lawyer.
That's a good answer. Sit him down.
Anybody else? All right, take the rest down and read them their rights.
Let's go.
First name? Theresa.
Theresa. Let's take a walk. Come on.
Now, I look at you, and I see possession with intent to sell.
You ain't even searched me. I got x-ray eyes, man.
But if you tell me something about Drew Washington, maybe I'd go blind.
I don't want no trouble with the dude.
Hey, anybody asks, we got it from her.
Look, I don't hang out with no Drew Washington, all right?
How white do you think I am?
Plenty. Look, I like my face just like it is, all the pieces together.
You know what I'm saying? Okay, well, if it comes up...
he told us.
Deal?
Look...
he was here a while ago, you know what I'm saying? He scored a lot of rock, right?
And he wanted me to go party with him, but I ain't like that, see, 'cause...
I gotta at least like the guy, you know what I'm saying?
Well, Drew's party shack, where is it?
Do you know?
Come on.
Hey, Drew!
Oh, man.
A bullet right through the heart. Scratch him from the line-up.
Yeah, I miss him already.
Drew Washington.
How much money your guy say he had?
At least three bills. Nothing in his pockets.
So they got his money and his drugs. Wiped him out.
Help!
Stay with him.
Help! He's gonna kill me! Help!
Down? Yeah.
Help!
Help! He's in the laundry room.
He's all cracked up!
You! Freeze! Freeze!
What the hell is that?
Put the burrito down, señor.
You die.
Only if I eat that thing.
Check his coat.
We got Omar Cabezas and friend.
It's got one round used, recently.
Hey, Omar, what do you want to bet that bullet's in Drew Washington's chest?
Hey, policeman. I had fun.
Hey, Mikey.
Between the bagels and the burritos...
you're gonna need some one-on-one with Richard Simmons, huh?
Yeah, food isn't fattening if you only wear it.
You had to tell them, right? Come on, lighten up. It's funny.
After four stiffs, I'm all giggles.
You know what? One of these days I'm gonna pack up a Winnebago.
And go where? Upstate. New Hampshire.
Right. I spent a year there one weekend.
Hey, guys, a detective in Queens caught the morning news.
It was déjà vu all over again.
They were off Myrtle Avenue in Forest Park.
A couple of kids conducting an anatomy class in the back seat of a Volvo.
Some nut jumps out of the bushes, caps lover boy with a. 44.
Scott Hexter.
One and only. Some local busybody recognized him from a composite.
Guy has no alibi, we bring him in. Couldn't make anything stick.
Yeah, we're familiar with his Teflon suit.
Straitjacket'd be a better fit. Sixteen hours under the lamp...
and all he's worried about is Mommy finding dirty dishes in the sink.
Nut job still lives with her.
Since when? He lives in a rabbit hutch off 21st.
Maybe weekends. This fruitcake lives in Kew Gardens.
Scottie has a little place he goes to in the city.
He's always home after a day or two.
I guess there's some things you'd rather not do in front of your parents.
I'm not one to pry, but a mother knows. Scottie's a grown man.
Does your mother's intuition tell you about Scottie's grownup hobbies?
He has one passion, horticulture.
He works at a florist's on Woodhaven.
You should see our garden in the summer. His rose bushes would leave you gasping.
I'm sure they would, but we'd really like to see his room.
Why do you people keep picking on him? Scottie's an innocent boy.
Ma'am, could we just see his room?
All right, but it's unfair.
The last time the police were here, they got the wrong idea about Scottie.
My late husband, Sam,
was very proud of his service during the war, in Korea.
Scottie inherited some of that pride.
Sam even taught him to fire a pistol.
Besides that antique there, does Scottie own any other guns?
Why don't you ask him? He should still be at work.
I guess he wasn't in a hurry to tell you.
We've got him in custody down at the station house.
I'm afraid you're wrong, Detective.
I paid those parking fines a few hours ago.
I didn't want Scottie spending one more minute in that awful place.
I don't give a damn, Morgan. That file was red-tagged.
That's right, you should have talked to us before you let him go.
He's a murder suspect.
Let me talk to Profaci.
You don't walk from Kew Gardens to Forest Park.
It's back to the DMV we go.
Profaci. Yeah, it's me.
Uh-huh. Great.
Ballistics has the results on that slug they pulled from Drew Washington.
The. 38 in Mr. Cabezas' jacket matches the slug they took out of Drew Washington.
We'll get him ready for arraignment. Kincaid wants him...
and D'Angelo in front of the judge by 8:00.
Oh, she can have him by 7:00, because by 7:30 I plan to be at the Knicks game...
up close and personal with the City Dancers.
Well, Lennie, if you get jammed up...
my kids would love to see Starks do the pick-and-roll.
Hey, I'm sorry, but I'm really gonna need the change of pace.
Yeah. Four bodies in one day. I'll put in a call to Mr. Guinness.
Our favorite scofflaw just hit the Lotto. He ran out the meter in Forest Park...
15 minutes before the guy in Queens was shot.
Want to come out of there, Scottie?
What now, I forget to pay my toll on the Triborough?
They don't give out tickets for shooting people, Scott.
Would you put down the shears?
Scott Hexter, you're under arrest for the murder of Ken Scofield.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will...
be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand that?
You have a right to an attorney.
My God, Scott.
Don't worry, we'll water him once a day.
This is crazy. How many times do I have to go through this? I didn't kill anybody.
Yeah, but every time some kid gets whacked with a. 44, your name pops up.
But I wasn't anywhere near Forest Park.
Names, places, minute-by-minute.
If it checks out, you're outta here.
I went to the movies.
If you have to lie, put some effort into it. Give me the name of the movie.
I can't remember. I go to a lot of movies.
You want to tell him how deep this hole is getting?
It's perfectly reasonable to me if he can't remember.
If my life depended on it, I'd remember how many kernels of popcorn I ate.
But I didn't do anything wrong.
Look, the police in Queens put him through 16 hours of this.
Except for a caffeine high and distended bladders, they walked out with nothing.
They can't keep me here that long again, can they?
We'll keep you here 16 hours or 16 days. We don't care.
One thing's for sure. We're not going anywhere, and neither are you.
Why do you keep doing this to me? Why?
Because you're a sick bastard who gets his hee-haw's out of killing innocent people.
I am not crazy. Sit down.
I want to get out of here. Sit down, Scottie.
What they're saying about me, it's not true.
It'll be worse on the 6:00 news.
They're gonna put you right up there with the Son of Sam.
Detective, please.
They're gonna pitch a tent outside your mother's house...
and they're gonna dig up every piece of dirt.
No. They can't do that to her. She's been through enough.
Then admit what you did, you gutless piece of crap!
What do you want from me? The truth, Scottie.
I can't... I can't...
That's it. No more questions until I talk to Ben Stone.
No, no, no. You don't get a plea bargain until he starts talking.
Plea bargain? What are you talking about?
We'll discuss it later, Scottie.
I'm not going to jail.
I didn't hurt anybody. I swear to God I didn't. Please don't put me in jail.
We're about ready to toss in the towel.
Can't his lawyer get through to him?
His lawyer can't even turn off the tap.
We were walking Hexter back to his cell, and he was still crying.
Any chance he could be telling the truth?
Hey, he knows where the door is. All he has to do is give us an alibi.
This guy's a box of Fruit Loops.
One minute he's pruning the flowers in the garden...
the next minute he's playing...
with Daddy's guns in the bedroom.
Just for drill, run down all the open files with similar M.O.'s for the past year.
Maybe we can tie some of those to Mr. Hexter.
Nobody's listening to me. What are you, deaf?
Hey, you. I want to talk to you.
You know, you got no heat in here, man. I'm freezing.
Do I look like the boiler man?
Well, then get me something to eat.
I'm getting hungry in here. Sit down.
Hey, why are you guys torturing me? At least give me a cigarette, all right?
Sit down and shut up.
I said give me a cigarette, now! You pigs, I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!
Hey, give me those keys.
Get him off of me. Pig, Pig!
I want something to eat.
I want... What are you gonna do?
Hey, you're repressing me!
You want to eat? Eat that. Eat it! Stop this.
Eat it.
Mike, Mike, Mike! Come on, take it easy!
Come on, get him off. Get him in the back.
Watch your weapon.
No problem. I'm feeding the animals. You got an aspirin?
"Case number 454312.
"People v. Omar Cabezas.
"Charges are murder in the second degree...
"assault in the second degree, possession in the second degree."
I didn't do it, Your Honor.
I'll enter that as a not guilty. Miss Kincaid?
Remand, Your Honor.
Mr. Cabezas is a violent offender with numerous convictions.
While in custody he assaulted several officers.
Mr. Cabezas says that he's a victim of police brutality.
That's right, Your Honor. A lot of times. I mean, look what they did to my face.
I hear violins, Mr. Cabezas.
The defendant's remanded without bail.
You said I would get bail. Next.
"Case number 454324.
"People v. Scott Hexter.
"Charge is two counts of murder in the second degree."
My client pleads not guilty to all counts.
No bail, Your Honor. Mr. Hexter is accused of two brutal serial murders.
Mr. Hexter has roots in the community, Your Honor, and he's gainfully employed.
And he kills people for relaxation?
Don't waste my time, Counselor. Remanded without bail. Next.
"Case number 454306.
"People v. Louisa Catherine D'Angelo.
"Charges are manslaughter in the first degree, assault in the first degree."
Give me a plea, Ms. D'Angelo. My client pleads not guilty.
I want to change that, Your Honor. I want to plead to guilty.
Louisa? Your Honor, the plea is not guilty.
That's not right. I did it, Your Honor.
Ms. D'Angelo, I suggest you listen to your attorney.
But, Your Honor, I did a terrible thing. I killed my Bruno.
Fine. The court accepts your plea of guilty.
Your Honor- It's her choice, Miss Kaskel.
Now, on the subject of bail? $200,000, Your Honor.
Your Honor, I object. My client is being denied the advice of counsel.
She's the one denying it. Remanded. Next.
What do you expect, Claire? She's a victim of long-term abuse...
and guilt is a normal symptom.
She killed her husband, that's why she feels guilty.
She castrated him, for God's sake. It's a cry for help.
She plead guilty, Mildred. She's confused.
She had no idea what she's doing.
You know I can make a motion to withdraw the plea.
What do you want? Man two, with a recommendation.
Why don't you go for simple assault? She serves six months.
One woman in the box is all I need...
for the world to see Louisa D'Angelo is the victim here.
If the police report checks out...
man one, 4-to-12.
I'll talk to my client.
Louisa D'Angelo never filed a complaint with this office.
Well, you know most abused women don't file a complaint until it's too late.
Yes? Okay, tell him I'll get back to him.
Scott Hexter's lawyer. I'm sure he wants a plea.
Do we have anything to negotiate with? A lot of coincidences.
If he is a serial killer, there's a chance he's been at it more than a month.
I've got Briscoe and Logan looking back 10 years.
Richard Gill, 24. Body found in Corona.
Shot with a. 38. Assailant unknown.
Scottie shoots a. 44. Maybe the gun was in the shop.
Here, Tercel Johnson, 18, found in his car near Highbridge Park.
Popped twice in the head with a. 357.
What? Scottie comes to Harlem?
I'll mark it as a possible.
We got shootings with various calibers.
In the car, out of the car, uptown, downtown.
But nothing that matches Hexter's preferred mode of self-expression.
Know why that doesn't surprise me? Motor Vehicles sent this down.
Report on a hit-and-run last night in Riverdale.
Tan Chevy, same plate as Hexter's, 10 minutes after Scofield was killed.
Is it possible he was in both places?
Sure, with a pair of wings and a good tail wind.
Otherwise, he'd need at least 15 minutes to get up to Riverdale.
What are we saying here? The wrong man's sitting in Rikers?
Or somebody got the plate numbers mixed-up on the hit-and-run.
Look, the car was in Forest Park.
He fits all the composites. He's got the glasses.
What are the odds? He's gotta be the shooter.
Or the unluckiest man alive.
I'm tired of fighting you.
I'm innocent, but no matter what I say you're gonna get me.
Mr. Hexter, that's not true.
Then what am I doing here?
Why does he want me to plead guilty? I don't understand what's going on.
If you could account for your whereabouts...
I told the police, I was at the movies. I was nowhere near Forest Park.
And last night? Your car was seen in Riverdale.
I went for a ride. I was by myself. I was just driving.
I'm sure that your lawyer has explained to you...
the value of an uncorroborated alibi.
Scott, I can't help you if you keep lying.
I am so sick of this. Why can't you just believe me? I didn't kill anybody.
Well, if Bauer's trolling for a plea bargain, then, by all means, toss him a fish.
Adam, I don't recall Hexter saying that's what he wanted.
Let Bauer worry about selling it to his client.
I'm not convinced he's guilty of anything...
except being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yeah, I heard the same excuse from a man in Dallas 30 years ago.
The next thing you're going to tell me...
is that Hexter is claiming that he was set up by the CIA.
But if he is a patsy, it's partly his own responsibility.
He won't give us a verifiable alibi.
How about there might be a good reason why?
I can't explain any of this guy's behavior, but I don't want to wake up...
a year from now feeling I've made some kind of grotesque mistake.
A grotesque mistake...
would be allowing Scott Hexter to shoot another innocent person in the head.
I can't present this to a grand jury.
Have you got a compelling reason for me to dismiss?
My son wouldn't hurt a soul. He's not that kind of boy.
The police say he was in the area when the Queens boy was shot.
They have his parking ticket.
That wasn't Scottie. I got that ticket.
It was his car.
St. Mary's was having a food drive for the homeless.
I needed Scottie's car to bring the canned goods I collected.
Well, your son didn't tell us.
He didn't know. He was in the city.
I simply paid the ticket.
I still don't understand how the police could think he murdered anyone.
Scott refused to give us an alibi for last night.
If he has one, why wouldn't he tell us?
Mrs. Hexter?
He has a friend in the city.
He doesn't think I know.
My husband would have thrown him out of the house.
I think I can find the name.
Last night we had takeout Chinese at Scottie's.
He worries someone might see us holding hands.
So after you read each other's fortune cookies, what was on the menu then?
A quiet evening on the couch and a couple of bottles of wine.
Life is a cabernet. Did you spend the night, Julian?
Scottie wouldn't let me. I tried taking a taxi at 2:00.
Scottie ended up driving me home.
And where's home? Riverdale.
We got a report on a hit-and-run.
That's what this is about? Maybe.
There was ice on the street, and Scottie bumped into a parked car.
I guess he'd had a little too much to drink.
I told him he should leave a note on the car.
That would have saved us a lot of trouble.
He's so concerned with appearances.
It's his father. The man's been dead 15 years, and he's still scared of him.
Hexter's his boyfriend. He'd do anything to cover for him.
Maybe it was Julian on the hit-and-run in Riverdale.
If he's concerned about Hexter's well-being,
why didn't he step forward earlier?
Maybe he's got the same hang-ups as Scottie.
Hey, Mike. They found your girlfriend.
So far, we got the blow-by-blow on boyfriends...
1 through 106.
This old girl makes Madonna look like a nun.
How you doing, Zelda?
Detective Mike. Come and sit down next to Zelda.
You had those yearnings, so you got everybody out looking for me.
No, this is business. It's about the guy with glasses.
I've been keeping an eye out, but I ain't seen him.
Yeah, I got a picture I want you to see.
Who's this? Well, you tell us.
He's not Mr. Peepers. He's too young...
and the face is too chubby.
This one looks like a mama's boy.
I'll call Ben Stone.
Tip-off's in an hour.
How long does it take to find this guy?
Hexter, Scott. We got a release order for him.
Ray?
What happened to number 484...
1935?
Yeah, him.
I got a couple of suits getting pissy out here.
Okay.
They got him at the infirmary, gentlemen. Through that door.
We're looking for prisoner Scott Hexter. He's inside.
Scott Hexter?
He was eating dinner. Somebody stabbed him with a sharpened toothbrush.
Took his baloney sandwich.
It won't be long...
before the real Mr.. 44 racks up another kill.
I just hope he does it in the Bronx.
Well, I'm gonna go home and hug my kids. Good night.
Night. See you.
It's gotta be halfway through the fourth quarter, by now.
There's always overtime. Come on, Mike.