NARRATOR: In the criminal justice system
the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups,
the police who investigate crime
and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
TYLER: What do you want? I've been buying my clothes from Sal
since I'm, like, two years old.
Which makes him, what, 80?
You know me. I'm not one to get personal.
(LAUGHS) Here we go. It's just, you're, like, the last guy
in the borough who wears a string tie.
Cheryl said something Saturday, right?
You think all we talk about is you?
Look, it's all about image, Tyler, and yours needs an upgrade.
What's their rush, you think?
They probably gotta get home to walk the dog.
Yeah, that must be it.
Car 23 Charlie. I got a man down
on 127th, just east of Lenox.
Send paramedics.
DISPATCH: The bus is on the way.
Make that the Medical Examiner, too.
That's right, three of 'em. Wool caps. Flew up that way.
Could you pick them out of a lineup? It was dark.
What about you? Sorry.
Nobody else around here saw anything either.
COOK: He took one helluva whack to the skull.
Lead pipe, baseball bat, something.
Anything in his pockets?
Around here, we're lucky he's still got pockets.
Let's leave the social commentary to Andy Rooney.
I'm just saying, it's an expensive suit, Prada.
Maybe he was on his way to church.
That's why you've got the badge.
Detective, we found this wallet up the block.
It was emptied except for this.
Hal Garber, manager of Manhattan Jaguar.
That's in the fifties. He's a long way from home.
Who knows? Maybe they deliver.
ANGELA: Yeah, that's Hal.
We found him last night. We're sorry.
On Lenox Avenue? My God.
I take it Harlem wasn't one of Mr. Garber's usual stops.
The Hal I know wouldn't go above 96th street without an automatic weapon.
The thing is, you can get away with a lot more on Lenox
than you can on Park Avenue and 56th.
Can you play golf?
As far as I know, that was Hal's only vice. No drugs, no gambling. Just golf.
I think it gets a little cold on the back nine this time of year.
When was the last time you saw him? Yesterday. Around 5:00.
He was going out with a customer. A silver XJR.
BRISCOE: And nobody noticed he didn't come in this morning?
He's the manager.
That means he gets to take the cars home whenever he feels like it.
Does that mean the XJR didn't come back either?
Well, like I said, he's the manager.
Let me ask you this. Do you still make copies of customers' licenses
before you let them get behind the wheel?
Sure, I'll get it for you.
Please, shoot me.
Are you Roscoe Martinez?
For another couple of hours, anyway.
(SNEEZING)
(GROANS) Hey! Go, go, go.
At least he won't put up a fight. If he's not faking it.
(ROSCOE VOMITING)
You take his temperature.
I'm sorry.
My luck, I had to be at a closing the day they gave flu shots at the office.
How long you been sick, Mr. Martinez?
Three days. (SNEEZES)
What's going on?
We have some questions about Hal Garber.
Who?
The salesman who took you for a test drive yesterday?
Right. Just after I finished the marathon.
Hey, he's dead!
And we think you may be the last person to see him alive.
Only, I have no idea who he is
or what you're talking about.
The car dealer who photocopied your license and took you out for a drive.
I see you're on top of it as much as my doctor.
Six months ago, someone picked my pocket.
I'm still waiting for Motor Vehicles to send me a new license.
(SNEEZING)
The 31 said Martinez reported his wallet stolen back in October.
Two hundred in cash, credit cards, driver's license, the works.
And you're thinking whoever stole the car killed Garber and dumped the body?
He was using a phony ID, which means he was up to something.
Now, the canvass came up empty.
We're guessing the kids found him dead, rolled him and ran.
Any charges on Mr. Martinez's credit cards?
Our perp doesn't believe in debt. Even somebody else's.
Yeah. Okay. All right, thanks.
Hey, listen, a brand new XJR with dealer plates
was ticketed this morning at an expired meter in Murray Hill.
Check it for prints. Already done.
The ticketing officer called the dealership.
They told him what happened to Garber. He called CSU.
They came, towed the car to Forensics.
Everybody's looking to get a gold shield.
Well, this cop may have earned one. Check this out.
Blood found on the passenger seat is the same type as Garber's.
Prints found in the car match those at the scene of a robbery.
A Second Avenue bar called Bartholomew's.
So, this guy likes expensive cars and expensive drinks.
Spivack from robbery is working on the case.
And he's doing a helluva job.
One thing you gotta give him, he has balls.
Saturday night, midnight, the place is packed, right?
This bozo walks right up to me, guns blazing.
He fired his weapon? It's an expression.
He had a gun out. Silver pistol.
I wasn't about to argue with the dude.
SPIVACK: Checking up on me, are you?
Somebody has to, Spivack.
ED: Your boy just graduated to murder one.
Good. You take him.
It's hard to believe this place only had five Gs.
Well, it's a platinum card crowd.
They pay more for one martini than guys like me spend for the whole bottle.
Two in the register, three in a lock box under the bar.
MARTY: That's where we hid the large bills.
Place hasn't been open long enough to have former employees.
Well, the guy must've been here before.
Would've noticed. Spanish kid.
What, no habla español in here?
Birds of a feather. Our crowd's pretty white shoe.
I figured he had a spotter. Saw Marty here open the lock box.
ED: So where are the witness statements? Where are the witnesses?
The joint is packed, nobody sees nothing.
Except a guy calls 911.
That would be Darren Tarlow.
He's one of our regulars.
TARLOW: I'm sitting at the bar with this babe.
She is rocking this little sleeveless number,
stops about three inches above her belly ring.
We're happy for you, Mr. Tarlow.
So I've had, uh, maybe tee many martoonies, you know.
I've gotta hit the head. I finish up my business,
I head back to my seat at the bar. That was near the register.
Yeah, that's right. And I see this Spanish dude sticking a piece in Marty's gut,
so I called 911 on my cell.
Was this dude alone? Yeah, as far as I could tell.
Maybe your girlfriend saw something while you were indisposed.
No, I doubt it. By the time I got back to the bar,
Rosalita was gone with the wind.
Rosalita? So she was Hispanic?
I'm telling you, man, this girl was hot. I had her half in the sack, too.
Gun must've scared her off. Does Rosalita have a last name?
I wish I knew it. I haven't seen her in there before or since.
What the hell. It's not like I could have brought her home to mom anyway, right?
Why? Your mama don't like girls named Rosalita?
Girl's in the rag biz. I saw her New York College of Fashion ID
when she took out some green to buy smokes.
The College of Fashion's all the way across town.
Odds are somebody spotted for the guy.
"Hi. We're looking for a student named Rosalita with a hoop through her navel,
"who, because she might be of Hispanic descent,
"we suspect might've ridden shotgun on an armed robbery."
Hey, like the man said, birds of a feather.
Why would she lie to me? Hey, I don't know what to tell you.
There are no Rosalitas registered at New York College of Fashion.
Can't trust anybody.
Well, not at Bartholomew's, anyway.
Oh, that's her.
Not bad. You see what I'm saying?
TINA: The stitching is cheap. I wouldn't be caught dead in something like this.
ED: Most people can't afford that.
Cost and quality have nothing to do with each other.
People who know, people with taste, never look at a price tag.
Can you believe I get course credit for this?
Anyway, after I get my degree, everything changes.
Now, this is to die for. ED: It's tasteful.
Room to spare. I'd have to work two jobs.
But she'd be yours forever.
Small price to pay. I know I would.
Uh, excuse me, but right now we'd appreciate it
if you could tell us about that night at Bartholomew's.
Oh, my girlfriend dragged me there, and then ran off with some stockbroker.
You know what they say. You can't buy taste.
What's your girlfriend's name? Maria.
So anyway, she takes off with Mr. Brioni and leaves me with one of the Brooks Brothers.
An accountant or ad man or something. Darren Tarlow.
Could be.
But thank God that man had a small bladder,
otherwise he'd have killed me with his stock picks.
BRISCOE: So what happened when the guy pulled the gun? I was long gone.
As soon as that goofball stood up to go to the bathroom, I was outta there.
All I'm saying is, no good can come from a woman who doesn't look at price tags.
How would you know?
Okay, no good can come from a woman who second seats a stick up.
Tina? Come on. Oh, is that you talking or...
(PAGER BEEPING)
Green. Yeah? Uh-huh.
Okay. All right, thanks.
An art gallery was robbed a week ago.
The prints match those from the bar and the Jaguar.
Cash? A painting.
Oh, how tasteful.
I feel raped. Violated. A picture?
It could've been a lot worse. It was a David Bierk.
Oh, I guess that's a horse of a different color.
Bierk died last year. He won't be painting anymore, I'm afraid.
It was right there. This thug knew exactly what he was doing.
Dawn was one of our best pieces.
ED: How much does something like that go for?
We listed it at 80.
But the point is, there's only a handful of people on the planet
that can appreciate its beauty.
People come in here every day, they spend twice that for half the paintings.
So how do you suppose this art expert got in here?
The front door, middle of the day.
God, his pistol was in my face.
I already told all this to the other detectives.
Yeah, we're working on a related case.
Hmm. Serial rapist? Something like that.
A wallet for 200, a bar for five grand, an $80,000 painting,
a $100,000 car. Hey, he's trading up. It's the American way.
VAN BUREN: Yeah, what's next, a Lear jet?
Only if it's tastefully decorated.
Would you just leave it alone?
Can I play, too?
Some friend of Ed's who was at the bar the night of the robbery.
She ain't a friend of mine, and all I'm saying is, a girl like that
could do a whole lot better than a stick-up man.
Like what, an art thief? Hey, she disappeared right before the guy pulled his piece.
She lied about her name to the citizen who called 911.
And her seat at the bar had a bird's eye view of the cash box
filled with large bills.
Go see what's hanging up on her walls.
Sorry it's such a mess.
I've been on operating tables that had more dirt than this.
I can't tolerate sloppy. Can I get you guys a water or something?
No, thanks, we're fine. This is nice.
An old boyfriend. He dabbles.
I'd actually consider purchasing something like this.
You'd be wasting your money.
Keep your wallet closed until I get my line of men's wear on the market.
There's a suit I'm working on that'll look dashing on you.
Hey, if your prices are anything like the place you work,
you can frame it and hang it on the wall.
You're ex-boyfriend who painted this, what's his name? Manuel...
Lopez. He has a closet full of them if you're really interested.
Just because I work here doesn't mean I can afford to shop here.
Doesn't that bother Tina? Only the best.
That's all she ever talked about.
You know one time,
I got us tickets to The Producers back when Nathan Lane was in it.
And when she saw that the seats were in the balcony, she walked out.
BRISCOE: I didn't know there was anything below the balcony.
Thank you. So, what's she doing with a regular guy like you?
Truth is, I had enough of her. Tina sucks the oxygen out of any room she enters.
And unfortunately, I like to breathe.
Anyway, she found her Prince Charming. ED: How do you know?
(SCOFFS) Saw her a couple of months ago. She had a big, red Sorken.
I heard they got a cure for that.
It's a bag by Gaston.
Actually, the one on her arm must've gone for 20 grand.
Do you mind? ED: Go ahead.
Twenty grand?
You suppose Prince Charming actually purchased the pocketbook?
It just looks like a regular bag.
There isn't a 16-month waiting list for a regular bag.
I don't get it.
They're made to order in Paris.
Imagine what they carry inside the bag.
You don't understand.
It's not the money, it's the status.
You haven't had any thefts, have you?
This one was ordered by Mrs. Neuworth two years ago.
We keep it in our safe until she gets back from Monte Carlo.
Although when Mrs. Guttenberg's was lost en route six months ago,
she threatened to bring criminal charges against the courier company.
Was Mrs. Guttenberg's bag red, by any chance?
What a to-do that caused, let me tell you.
Maybe we can talk to the guy that was supposed to deliver the bag to the store.
I wish you people would leave Robby alone.
Robby? Yeah, Roberto Delgado. He's a good kid.
He carried a box from the truck into the store.
Is it his fault it had rocks in it?
Actually, it might be.
Well, your associates already put him through the ringer,
and they came up with nothing. What's French for "insurance scam"?
Well, if we could talk to Robby. Suit yourself.
He quit right after the bag hit the fan.
And to tell you the truth, I don't blame him.
You want I should stand guard or something?
Nah, it's all right.
Yeah, sure. Robby shouldn't be back until after his shift at the restaurant.
Tina with a guy who washes dishes.
Hey, there's no accounting for taste.
Looks like dawn to me.
He told me that was for his girlfriend. Uh, I didn't really believe him.
Oh, no? Why?
Well, he's not the smoothest silk in the drawer, if you know what I mean.
ED: Hey, Lennie!
Oh, he's been busier than we thought. Yeah.
How much you wanna bet this starts that Jag XJR?
Where's that restaurant exactly?
What can I do you for? Yeah, you got a Roberto Delgado working here?
Yo, Robby! What'd he do?
What makes you think he did something?
You're kidding, right?
BRISCOE: Roberto Delgado. You're under arrest.
For the murder of Hal Garber, among other things.
Murder?
We know you can talk, Robby. We saw you making a phone call.
Hey, if you don't understand,
the whole point of this exercise is for us to say you did something bad,
and for you to either agree or disagree.
You keeping your mouth shut spoils our fun.
Save your breath, Lennie.
What we found in his apartment makes all the noise that we need.
Mr. Delgado has a visitor.
What did you do? Huh? What did you do?
How dare you? He's entitled to a lawyer.
We already told him that three times.
TINA: Yeah, well, he wants one.
Well, it would've been nice if he said as much.
You know, while you're here, Tina, we can read you your rights.
Me? For what?
For starters, that $20,000 bag hanging from your arm.
There's a law against receiving... Oh, come on.
This is a knockoff.
Isn't it?
Well, look, if it is real, I had no idea.
Then there's accomplice to armed robbery.
The bar?
Oh, God.
Well, he must have followed me there.
You know, I'll bet Ms. Montoya would like to talk to Robby in private.
TINA: Are you okay? Are you buying any of that?
Well, she does seem to have all her bases covered.
TINA: Trust me. You're awfully accommodating today.
I've found people tend to open up when we're not around.
ED: And if she doesn't?
We've got to let her go.
TINA: It'll all work itself out.
Come here.
I'll take care of everything, Robby, okay?
You don't say a thing.
Yeah, man, 9:00 is fine. All right, brother, later.
Hey. Can I help you?
I want to thank you for your help.
May I? Yeah, sure. Go ahead.
For being so professional.
I've seen the way some cops are, on TV.
You treated Robby like a person,
not like a piece of sewer scum.
Well, he did kill somebody, Tina.
We'll see how it all works out.
Whatever happens, I'm sure you'll do the right thing.
Maybe I should thank you in advance, you know?
Drink, dinner maybe.
Oh, God, there is nothing more in this world that I'd like better
than to have a drink with you, Tina, but I got a lot of paperwork here.
It can wait.
I don't think it can.
See, what I'm trying to figure out here is how to throw your pretty little butt in jail.
So... I mean, you can hang out if you want.
"Docket number 378261, People v. Roberto Delgado.
"Charges are Murder in the First Degree
"and three counts of Robbery in the First Degree."
Ooh, I'm glad to see you've kept yourself busy, Mr. Delgado.
What's your plea?
I'll take that as a not guilty.
My client's an upstanding member of the community, Your Honor.
We wouldn't have asked him here if he weren't, Mr. Connors.
CONNORS: He's got no priors. He's gainfully employed.
It would serve no purpose to incarcerate him prior to trial.
Mr. Delgado has no family in the community,
and with four felony charges pending, he's certainly a flight risk.
The people ask for half a million dollars in bail.
My client's never seen that kind of money, Your Honor.
Neither have I.
Bail is set at $250,000,
cash or bond. Next!
The bartender at Bartholomew's picked him out of a lineup.
The cops found the stolen artwork and the key to the stolen car in his apartment.
And last, but not least, Hal Garber's blood was on the car seat.
So what is there to talk about?
His lawyer called the meeting.
Who's that? Dean Connors.
Oh. What?
Better known as Dean "What Are You Offering?" Connors.
Jack. How have you been?
Getting by.
Look, I'm not gonna waste your time.
There's no point in going to trial on this.
Make me an offer. I'll see what I can do.
What did you have in mind, Mr. Connors?
Well, looking at the time and expense involved
in prosecuting a murder one case,
we'll plead guilty to the robberies, sentences to run concurrently.
And when he's done his time, we'll throw a ticker tape parade down Fifth Avenue.
What? Considering Mr. Delgado's condition,
I think it's fair. What condition?
Come on. You can't tell me you didn't notice.
JACK: He looks fine to me.
There are things that Robby understands and there are things that he doesn't.
I'm sorry, the last time I checked, stupid is not a defense to murder.
TINA: Hey, you don't have to insult him, okay?
Robby's slow.
So the way I see it, you got two choices.
You can have your shrink talk to him,
or I can go ahead with the motion to dismiss the case entirely.
I realize you're scared, but I can't help you unless you speak to me.
I'm not a cop, Robby, or a lawyer.
Anything you say in this room can't be used in court
unless you want it to.
Your lawyer asked me to come here.
He wants to help you.
I know you can talk.
Your friend told me. Tina?
Yes.
She wants to help you most of all.
I don't know. She said to keep my mouth shut.
That was before. Tina wants what's best for you.
And right now, that's to talk to me.
I don't like talking to doctors.
What doctors?
When I was a kid, my mom thought I could be fixed.
How? What's the difference?
They didn't fix me.
Why do you say that?
'Cause I'm in trouble.
Do you know why?
'Cause I took that stuff.
But Tina told me not to.
So Tina knew you were stealing?
I don't...
No, Tina would never do that.
Do what?
Tina's a artist.
A real class act.
How long have you known her?
A long time.
When I was in the second grade,
we used to play dodge ball, you know.
Every time someone tried to hit Tina, I'd block 'em.
Did that make you feel good?
I gave her my ID bracelet.
It was silver.
Like the car you stole.
Did Tina like silver?
It's her favorite color.
Classy.
Will you do something for me, Robby?
I'm not stupid, you know.
Of course, you're not. I'm slow.
The man at the car dealership.
Will you tell me about him?
Thought I was a bum.
He didn't even want to let me drive a car.
And what'd you do?
I said I'd call my lawyer.
Then I showed him a credit card, and he let me.
Why'd you hit him, Robby?
Robby?
I'm not gonna talk anymore.
Without proper testing, I can't be sure.
If you put me on the spot, I'd say his IQ was somewhere in the low eighties.
Meaning? One hundred's normal.
A person with an IQ of 80 can function in society,
hold a job, interact socially,
but in most cases is incapable of any abstract thought.
You know what I'm looking for, Liz.
Yes, he's capable of having criminal intent.
But would he without help?
You're referring to Tina Montoya.
I doubt he knows the difference between $100,000 sports car
and a rent-a-wreck.
To him, it's just a pretty silver car.
Let me guess.
Tina has a thing for Jaguars.
I get the distinct feeling all she'd have to do is hint she wanted something,
and Robby would get it for her.
But he didn't tell you that? No.
But he didn't deny it either.
He wouldn't be the first person with an 80 IQ to confess to a felony.
Or to have a room on death row.
What I don't get is why his attorney didn't have him tested
before he invited our shrinks to sit down with him.
Two words. Dean Connors.
Is that supposed to ring a bell?
Dean's not a bad sort. He's just morally opposed to hard work.
I don't think he's tried a case in ten years.
You gotta love a fighter who won't throw a punch.
Tell him the lowest we'll accept is murder two.
And what about Tina?
If someone showed up at your door with a $20,000 handbag,
what would you think?
Does that someone happen to wash dishes for a living?
I'll call Van Buren.
Carolyn Householder. She loved opera.
One time, I showed up at her door dressed up like a clown
and sang Ridi Pagliacci at the top of my lungs.
(LAUGHS) She laughed.
Then she slammed the door in my face.
I'm sure you were wonderful, Arthur.
My point is, guys do goofy things for girls
whether they want them to or not.
You want me to ignore the fact that Tina Montoya
may have conspired with Robby Delgado?
Do you have any proof that she did?
Res ipsa loquitur. She accepted what she had to have known
were stolen goods on at least one occasion.
At a minimum, she manipulated him.
And if she did, I'd like to get her on more
than dangling a stolen handbag from her wrist.
She was his accomplice in an armed robbery.
Only she left the scene before he ever arrived.
You know, you don't buy a Sorken for its utility.
It's a status symbol.
People who buy them by nature like to show off.
Dollars to donuts that Montoya girl will claim
that Robby told her that he bought that bag
from some huckster on a street corner.
SERENA: She already did.
But I don't think she can say the same thing about a Jaguar.
Personally, I can only think of one reason for a person
to drive a $100,000 car in New York City.
Impressing the Joneses.
Tina's what you call "hard to miss."
Men melt all over her.
I mean, I'll bet she shot down every single straight guy in school.
She doesn't date anyone? Here? (SCOFFS)
No way. She's too good for a mere student.
Yeah, when daddy's loaded, the world is a beautiful place, right?
I didn't know.
Rumor has it he owns one of those trendy restaurants on Ninth Avenue in the forties.
Four stars. Very chi-chi.
So her clothes, her Sorken... Daddy, daddy...
And her car?
You know, it's funny you should mention that.
I actually felt sorry for her.
This is between me and you. Cross my heart.
Well, last week we had our winter show.
Real models walking down the runway in students' designs.
Anyone who's anyone in fashion is there.
It's like our Super Bowl.
All right, so we each get two tickets for parents, boyfriends, whatever.
My parents showed up two hours early. How embarrassing is that?
And her father?
He sent her the car and driver, but Daddy's a no-show.
Tina won a blue ribbon, and there was nobody there for her to celebrate with.
I mean, as far as I'm concerned, Daddy can keep his money, and his car and driver.
Did the car happen to be a silver Jaguar? Yeah.
You're good. Remember, you didn't hear any of this from me.
VAN BUREN: A Jag and a driver?
Man, I took the E train to college.
Once, I hitched a ride in my uncle's cab,
and my friends nearly had heart attacks.
Well, her friends are used to it. She's from money.
Oh, let me guess. She has Daddy problems.
It sounds more like Daddy has Tina problems.
Yeah, can't blame him. Anyway, we have a school full of witnesses
that put her with Robby in what she had to have known was a stolen car.
Considering he had to kill to get possession of the car.
So we get to do our thing? As soon as possible.
Thanks!
Did something happen to Robby?
You can ask him yourself. We reserved a nice seat for you
next to him at the defendant's table.
Tina Montoya, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
I've gotta admit, Ms. Montoya, talking without your attorney present
makes me very uncomfortable.
I don't have an attorney.
You're entitled to be appointed one by the court.
I know. The detectives told me already.
Look, I didn't do anything. So, can we just get this over with?
(SCOFFS)
I know what you're thinking. Why don't you tell us?
I really did think the bag was a knockoff.
Did you ask Robby where he got it?
Okay, maybe I was stupid or ignorant or blind for taking it.
That doesn't make me a criminal, does it?
What about the car?
Robby works, you know. He makes money and he never spends it.
He told me he rented the car.
If I were you, Ms. Montoya,
I'd hire an attorney. Wait, wait...
Is it so wrong to want nice things?
I never asked him to steal for me, I swear.
That night, I went down to catch a cab,
and Robby was waiting for me.
He was sitting on the hood of that stupid car with this stupid...
Stupid grin on his face.
He drove me to the school.
I don't know what he did before, during, or after.
I just took a ride from a friend.
And I only know I didn't kill anyone.
But you knew Robby did.
He's my friend. What was I supposed to do?
Oh, please, those big brown eyes staring up at you.
And the hand thing. Give me a break.
Give me some credit, Serena.
And the tear? Robby didn't stand a chance.
That's exactly what a jury might think.
You're going to cut a deal with her.
You gotta pick and choose your battles.
We'll offer her a year on the stolen bag
if she'll testify that Robby told her about the murder.
We don't need her testimony.
Connors can very well argue that Robby dropped Garber off,
and what happened to him after that was not his responsibility.
And the blood on the car seat?
How many times you think Garber sat in that seat?
Garber was killed during the commission of a robbery.
Any way you look at it, it's felony murder.
Not if there's an intervening criminal act.
You should move to the other side of the aisle, Jack.
The pay's better.
Speaking of which.
I thought that was you, Jack.
Join us. No, no. I don't want to intrude.
This'll only take a minute.
Let me guess. Your client's willing to go to assault one.
Actually, murder two.
Three counts of robbery, sentences to run concurrently.
My client's only requirement
is that you don't charge Tina Montoya with anything.
He allocutes to everything?
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I always enjoyed doing business with you, Jack.
Well, how convenient was that?
Well, I picked a lot of pockets.
JUDGE: You'll have to be more specific, Mr. Delgado.
Eduardo taught me how.
It's easy.
Tell the judge about the bar, Roberto.
The bartender gave me their money.
After you pointed a gun at him? ROBERTO: Yes.
And what did you do with the money? I bought stuff.
But Tina didn't know.
JUDGE: Go on.
Tell the judge about the painting.
I took that, too. And the car.
It was a real class act.
JUDGE: Now, I'm confused here. Was this a carjacking?
CONNORS: Why don't you tell us about Mr. Garber?
He wouldn't get out of the car,
so I hit him with my gun.
Wham! Wham!
And I pushed him out.
And what did you do with the weapon? ROBERTO: Huh?
The gun that you used to hit Mr. Garber with.
What did you do with it?
I hid it. Where did you hide it?
At the restaurant.
There's more than one restaurant in the city, Mr. Delgado.
Out back.
My client works in a restaurant down in the Lower East Side, Your Honor.
And I'm sure you'll tell the police which one.
Of course. Okay.
Mr. Delgado, do you understand that by allocuting here today
it has the same effect as if you were tried and convicted by a jury?
(WHISPERS) Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am. JUDGE: Ms. Southerlyn?
SERENA: In consideration of this allocution,
the People have agreed to seek no more than the minimum
for murder in the second degree.
So be it.
Uh, so another one bites the dust, huh?
Hey, let me buy you lunch.
Sorry, I have to be somewhere. Ah. Rain check, then.
The skull was fractured here causing an increase
in the cerebral intravascular blood volume.
And considering the massive swelling, he was probably unconscious
for maybe one to three minutes before he died.
Could it be caused by the butt of a gun? Sure.
That'd be consistent.
I'm talking about right here.
If you touch it, it's sort of tender.
Wouldn't take much of a blow. Thanks.
It's what I do.
Think about it, Jack. In his allocution, Robby said
that he told Garber to get out of the car.
He doesn't, so Robby hits him.
Okay, I'm Robby. I tell you to leave. What do you do?
I say no.
So how can I hit you here?
Could've hit Garber when he turned to get out of the car.
Well, then Garber was doing exactly what Robby wanted.
There'd be no need to hit him at all.
You think somebody was in the back seat.
Three guesses who.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) ED: Excuse me.
JACK: Come in, Detective. You find the gun?
There's nothing behind that diner. I'm sorry.
You know what? Robby didn't say the diner,
he said the restaurant. There's a difference?
There is when your daddy owns a chi-chi place
on Ninth Avenue in the forties.
SAM: I'm telling you, you've got the wrong place.
SERENA: Is there another four-star restaurant within ten blocks of here?
We get the stars for what's on the table, not what's in the garbage.
I'm going to call the boss.
Why don't you tell Mr. Montoya we have a warrant?
Montoya? Why would he care?
Considering he owns the place. In his dreams.
Montoya mops up the kitchen.
Is he here?
What did she do? I didn't say she did anything.
'Cause with a piece of trash like that, nothing would surprise me.
Who does she think she's fooling with those fancy clothes?
You can wrap the trash up in a box from Cartier's,
but you can't get rid of the stink.
Are you saying Tina's been in trouble before?
She's been a pain since the day she was born.
Last thing I needed is another mouth to feed.
A boy can go out and work.
But that one, she doesn't know what a hard day's work looks like.
She's all about dress up.
I don't know why she told you about me.
I ain't no kind of character reference for her.
Actually, Mr. Montoya, she tells people you own this place.
Yeah, well I could have if I didn't have all them mouths to feed.
If she brought home nickel one instead of ribbons.
Are you talking about the award from the fashion show?
I was mopping up,
and that trash comes prancing in here
like God's gift, and goes, "Look!"
Shoves that damn thing in my face.
"I ain't never gonna clean anyone else's kitchen," she says to me.
Like she's anything better than sewer scum.
Case closed.
Who'd she shoot?
SERENA: I gotta ask you, Mr. Montoya,
was Roberto Delgado with Tina when she came here?
A million guys out there and she's gotta hang out with Senor Huevo.
You mean Robby? Who else?
You know why she called him that?
'Cause his brains is like scrambled eggs.
Was Robby here with your daughter?
Hey, you tell me.
Where in the hell did a dummy like El Huevo
get a fancy car like that?
She lied when she told us she didn't see Robby
after he dropped her off at the affair.
It's unlikely that's enough to overturn Robby Delgado's plea bargain.
This girl is bad news, Jack. Once you get to know her.
Unfortunately, I don't think a jury's going to get that chance.
I am telling you, she killed Hal Garber.
She may have been indirectly responsible for his death.
That's a far cry from killing him.
And considering Robby confessed...
You don't really believe that?
I know she can tell a helluva lie.
I know she can manipulate the male of the species.
Do I know if she can kill? No, I don't.
Then let's find out.
I don't want to get Freudian on you,
but there's a reason a person with low self-esteem goes into fashion.
To cover up psychological scars.
When they look in the mirror, they see a far different picture
than the one the world sees.
Unconsciously, they think they can cover up childhood traumas
with fancy clothes.
Would a father calling a daughter "trash" qualify as a trauma?
What does any young girl want? Daddy's approval.
Usually when she doesn't get it, she'll try harder in school or in sports.
And if she still fails, if she can't become what Daddy wants,
then at least she can look the way he wants?
And if that doesn't work, she raises the stakes.
She designs her own clothes, drives an expensive car.
Could she kill?
Some textbooks say that people will go to any extent to improve their self-image.
But you know me well enough to know I'm not going to diagnose anyone
without observing them first.
Fine. What are you doing tomorrow morning?
Am I missing something here? I read the file.
Someone already confessed to killing Mr. Garber.
We think he was lying to protect your client.
And all this time, I thought I could read English. Silly me.
I actually assumed Mr. Delgado's deal was predicated
upon Tina not being charged.
The deal was predicated upon Mr. Delgado telling the truth.
And you lied to us, Ms. Montoya.
You told us that Robby dropped you off at the fashion show
and you didn't see him again for the rest of the night.
Why? Because some old drunk said so?
If that old man happens to be your father, yeah.
Yeah, I may have grown up in his house, but he's not my father.
Funny, that's what he said about you.
That man is dirt.
That man is a liar, and he'll say anything to hurt me.
I want to go.
We know that Robby could not have been behind the wheel
and hit Mr. Garber at the same time.
Well, argue with him, not us.
There's no way I can know for sure.
If you had to guess?
Well, it's obvious that she has been scarred by her upbringing.
Could she kill?
I think she could.
John McEnroe was the fastest tennis player I ever saw,
but he couldn't return his own serve.
Meaning? He's right. You can't play both sides.
So we're supposed to just let her walk on murder?
Well, right now I'd be more concerned in keeping this Delgado fellow
from joining her on that walk.
But he's already confessed.
And considering that you've proven that someone else actually whacked Garber,
any lawyer worth his salt is gonna petition the court to reduce his sentence.
Fortunately, Mr. Delgado's counsel
is Dean "What Are You Offering?" Connors.
Well, Connors may choose to ignore the canons
on exculpatory evidence, but we don't have that luxury.
Remind me. What is it they say about sleeping dogs?
JACK: I do what the canons require, Dean.
I find exculpatory evidence, I turn it over to you.
And I appreciate it.
But my representation of Mr. Delgado ended
when they turned the key.
It doesn't bother you that he may not have killed Garber?
You're new at this, aren't you?
Wait till she gets a few more miles on her, right, Jack?
The big picture, Ms. Southerlyn. Was justice done?
Okay, maybe not 100%,
but a couple of battleaxes like me and Jack will settle for 50%
any day of the week, twice on Sundays.
Robby may not have swung the hammer,
but he sure as hell held the nail.
Tell her, Jack.
What, that you're a disgrace?
Oh, come on. That kid's brains are so scrambled,
he doesn't even know the difference.
JACK: That's why you should.
All this time, I thought you were just lazy.
What's the point, Jack? Let's go.
Mr. Egg? As in scrambled brains.
That's what Tina's father said she called him.
Could be a coincidence. Maybe.
But Connors was dancing as fast as he could at the allocution.
Tina's big brown eyes, a couple of well-placed tears.
I saw what she tried to do to you, Jack.
Connors didn't have a hope in hell with her.
Why don't you invite everyone to a sit-down?
You don't give up, do you, Jack?
My fatal flaw.
I'm not on the clock anymore. I shouldn't even be here.
To be honest, you're not here as an attorney.
Then I've got a desk full of work. You're here as a defendant.
Conspiracy to cover up a felony.
You gotta be kidding.
SERENA: I'm going to have to ask you a question, Robby.
You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Who told you to lie in court?
I didn't lie.
Are you happy? Sit.
We know you didn't kill Mr. Garber.
Now, that means that you lied at your allocution.
What I want to know is, who told you to?
Mr. Connors or Tina?
You don't have to say anything, Robby.
JACK: Tina can be charged with subornation of perjury.
Tina never told me to do anything wrong.
No.
He told me what to say.
He has no idea what he's saying right now.
Tina, you didn't do anything wrong.
My lawyer, he told me to say that I did it by myself.
(EXCLAIMS) You stupid...
The way I see it, Dean, you have two choices.
You can keep your mouth shut... Dean...
...and go to prison,
or you can tell us all about it and just lose your license to practice law.
TINA: He's bluffing. He has no proof.
We'll get through this, sweetie.
Of course we will.
She's good, isn't she, Jack?
Thirty years I've been at this.
Thirty years, trying to knock six months to a year off the sentence
of some piece of dirt who, when all is said and done, is gonna rot in hell anyway.
That's some way to measure your life, isn't it?
Counting the time that murderers aren't in prison.
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."
And you know what it all adds up to?
A couple of bucks here and there.
A week in Miami Beach twice a year.
What about you, Jack?
Who are you?
I do what my job requires.
Well, that's not enough for me.
Oh, just once in my sorry life
I dared to eat the peach.
Robby's legal aid attorney wants to renegotiate his deal.
And? Eight-and-a-third-to-25 seems appropriate.
Tina, on the other hand, has decided to roll the dice.
She's entitled to her day in court.
All I can say is, we better pay extra attention to the men we pick for the jury.
Not all men are like Dean Connors, Serena.
Oh.
(EXCLAIMS)