Law & Order (1990–2010): Season 5, Episode 16 - Wannabe - full transcript

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.

Honestly, they're still not
answering at the bakery, Dad.

I bet they've gone home and
completely forgotten about Carrie's cake.

(CHATTERING ON TV)
Probably stuck in traffic.

Well, they were supposed
to be here an hour ago.

How long can it possibly
take to drive 15 blocks?

Mom, it's just a cake.



I'll call Bill on his car phone.

He can stop by and pick
up the cake on his way home.

(GUN FIRING) Sally.

What was that?

Someone's lying on the sidewalk.

Dad, for God's sake...
Stay inside. And call 911.

(DOG BARKING)

Oh, my God!

Sally! It's Bill.

(SIREN WAILING)

The guy's name is William
Prescott. His father-in-law found him.

Where's the father-in-law?

He's inside with Prescott's
wife. Couple of kids in there, too.

I'll catch you up there.



Two in the back. No exit
wounds. Any witnesses?

Everybody had something
better to do. I bet.

(SIGHING) Okay.

Well, grab a couple of
guys, ring some doorbells.

Tell the patrol
sergeant I want him

to get people looking for
that weapon and shell casings.

That his bag? Yeah.
Birthday present.

Guy with his hands full,
easy pickings for a mugger.

Looks like he didn't
pick hard enough.

There was no one out
there. It was freezing.

I can't believe this!

BRISCOE: He was coming
home from work? Yes.

He's with Latham Morris
in Rockefeller Center.

They're an accounting firm.

What, does he usually take a cab
home? No. A private car service.

He always has the same driver.
Eugene. His name's Eugene.

I told Bill he shouldn't
be living in Manhattan.

Especially not this far up. Why
is that? Is it too far from work?

Too close to where
those animals live.

They don't care who they
kill. (CRYING) Oh, God.

It's Carrie's 10th birthday.

How could they do this to us?

I picked him up 7:30 every
night in front of 15 Rock.

A town car every night?

Not too shabby for a CPA.

No. He wasn't just
some storefront tax wonk.

Mr. Prescott had a black belt in
accounting. He played with the big boys.

Well, when you dropped him off,

did you notice any suspicious-looking
urban youths hanging around?

No. He had me drop
him on the corner.

And traffic was bad, and he didn't
want me to have to drive around the block.

He was a nice guy like that.

So last night, business
as usual? That's right.

Nobody was after us.
Nobody was following us.

I checked the rearview
mirror, it's part of my job.

Checking the rearview,
is that Prescott's idea?

No. It's company policy. Our
clients are worth a lot of money.

The ME pulled two .32 H&R
mags out of Prescott's body.

One's still perfect.

Ballistics tagged the piece as a
Charter Arms Police Undercover.

Not your average
Saturday night special.

Have Ballistics run a
comparison with old cases.

You said Mr. Prescott kept a
schedule? Yeah. He sure did.

Picked up at 7:30
p.m., home by 8:00 p.m.

Every night for
the past six years.

Any pro could set
his watch by him.

BRISCOE: And why a pro? Maybe Prescott
ran into a junkie with a cash problem.

And left the solution
in Prescott's wallet?

All right, Prescott throws him
a few bucks out of his pocket,

and the perp wasn't
happy with the count.

Prescott was shot from behind.

You think he turned his
back on a mugger with a gun?

No one's that brave
at 8:00 at night.

He did what for a living?

Very dangerous work.
He was an accountant.

Maybe somebody didn't like
where he put his decimal points.

It's a terrible
blow to the firm.

Mr. Prescott was our white
knight, our turnaround specialist.

Well, you lost me on that.

He put companies back on
their feet by trimming the fat.

You know, with
personnel, factories, assets.

And since I've been with him, I watched
him pull six companies back from the brink.

As of Tuesday, what company
did he have on the operating table?

Colony Air.

He was shifting Colony's hub
from Newark to a right-to-work state.

So he told the unions that they'd
either have to move and take a pay cut,

or find themselves out of work.

What a wonderful choice.

Colony Air was on its
way to corporate boot hill.

All unions care about are
sick days and overtime.

Careful. We belong to a union.

You ever burn anyone in effigy?

That's what the baggage handlers
did last week to Mr. Prescott.

Were there ever any threats
of a less symbolic nature?

Yeah. The usual phone calls.

They even had
their filthy-mouth kids

call and leave a
message for Mr. Prescott.

And I quote, "You're
dead, you bastard."

I don't suppose anybody
ever left a number?

As a matter of fact, one
of them left his name.

He called here a few
times. He was very agitated.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here it is. Harrigan.

Very rough-sounding individual.

Claimed that he had to talk to
Mr. Prescott and said it was personal.

Well, some people take
losing their jobs very personally.

That bag of slime, Prescott,
he provoked us plenty.

Not only is he screwing us, but
he won't even tell it to our face.

Last week, he cancels a meeting
with us for some personal business,

like getting his tennis
racket re-strung.

My guys are still pissed.

So what, they barbecued a
dummy in front of his office?

Now that's called an exercise
of free speech. It is not a crime.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Mind if I use your phone? Yeah.
Out in the back, on the desk.

And have you got a
member named Harrigan?

Harrigan? No.

Maybe you'd like to check your
files before you trip and hurt yourself.

Look, what is the point of
killing a guy like Prescott?

He'll be gone a minute,

and another suit will
pick up where he left off.

Hey, Lennie.

So that was Ballistics.
They got a match on the slug.

The same gun
that killed Prescott

put three bullets in a
liquor store clerk last May.

They know who worked the case?

Detective Styles, in the fifth.

Madison Street Liquors?
No. That one never went down.

You never found the guy? No,
we collared him. Jimmy Rose.

Shot the clerk without
even a "hands up."

Our eyewitness got cold feet
on the stand. Jury acquitted.

Hey, guys, give me a
couple of seconds, okay?

Five stores on the block have
been hit in the past two weeks.

That Madison Street job, did
you find the murder weapon?

Charter Arms Undercover.
Never found it. Why?

It was used two nights ago.
Homicide on East 91st Street.

This guy Rose, he ever
freelance his talents?

Work for hire? Yeah, that's possible.
He's always looking for new opportunities.

You've kept in touch?

Hey, perpetrator walks, you know
sooner or later he's gonna slip.

Rose swings a mop at the
Ogden Hotel, 9:00 to 5:00.

What's this about? I'm
an honest working man.

Yeah, we saw pictures of your work
at the Madison Street liquor store.

It's very skillful how you put
three bullets in that guy's face.

You can't touch me on that.
I'm innocent by the courts.

You never hear
about double jeopardy?

Hey, that only covers you for
the first guy you killed, Jimmy.

The guy you shot Tuesday night's
a whole new ballgame, James.

What guy? I was at a party
with 50 people. I didn't do no guy.

That's funny, he was shot

with the exact same
gun you used on the clerk.

That's bull. I don't even got that
gun anymore. I mean, I never did...

(GROANING)

Listen, I am not messing around.
You keep jerking us around,

I'm gonna stick my hand right
down your miserable throat,

and turn your whole
miserable life around!

CLERK: Hey! What are you doing?
Hey, this is official police business.

When we get done with you,
your life is not gonna be worth living.

Okay. There's nothing you can do to
me, anyway, on account of double jeopardy.

The Madison Street thing,
after I ran from the store,

I hopped on the Seven train
at the Brooklyn Bridge Station.

I dropped the gun in the
subway, between the trains.

Where on the subway? Between
Brooklyn Bridge and Essex.

Thanks for the
tip. Cuff him, Mike.

Hey, what are you
doing? Take that off.

I told you, man, I'm covered
by double jeopardy here!

Better go back to
law school, Jimmy.

You disposed of a firearm used
in a crime. You're under arrest.

LOGAN: We tossed Rose's crib. There is no
gun. BRISCOE: Yeah. And his alibi holds up.

Assume he's telling the truth.

His gun could've been picked up
on the tracks and sold on the street.

Or used by whoever found it.

You had a name you
were working on? Harrigan.

He called Prescott about
some personal thing.

LOGAN: Yeah. That's right.

And Prescott canceled a meeting

with the union over a
personal thing. So maybe...

The reason he was
killed was a personal thing.

Talk to the wife.

Bill never talked about work.

He just didn't bring his problems
home. That's the way we lived.

Well, what did you talk about?

I don't know. We talked about...

our children, our friends.

So you and your husband
were getting along all right?

Yes. Everything was fine.

What are you insinuating?
Nothing. It's just a routine question.

My daughter is afraid to leave
this house. I can't sleep anymore.

And now you're implying my
husband was having an affair?

LOGAN: There's a reason
we have to ask, Mrs. Prescott.

We were told your husband canceled
a very important business meeting

last week for a personal matter.

Do you know what that was?

Bill is on the
Board of Directors

of the Luther C. Chase
Academy, our son's school.

They had some kind
of a last-minute meeting.

I don't know what it was about.

Did your husband ever
mention a man named Harrigan?

Harrigan?

Yes, I know that name. It's
one of our son's schoolmates.

(BELL RINGING)

Here.

I'm sorry, I can't release
the Harrigan's address.

You'll have to see
the headmaster.

Fine. We'll see the headmaster.

Do you want to make
the introductions?

Oh, Dr. Penton's not on
the premises at the moment.

If you leave your name
and phone number...

Miss, we're not asking for the
answers to next week's algebra exam.

LCC protects the privacy of
its students and their parents.

It has done so for 130 years.

It's not up to me to
change school policy.

Well, our organization goes
back even farther than that.

And our policy includes such
things as search warrants.

Now, if you like, we
can come back with one.

Just a moment.

Mr. Harrigan's home address. I
doubt you'll find him there now.

You might try the New
York Transit Authority.

Oh, yeah? What is
he, the commissioner?

Oh, hardly. He works in the
subway, down on the tracks.

Tom Harrigan's a track walker.

He inspects three to four
miles of track every day,

looking for loose bolts, track
sleepers, anything that falls off a train.

You can't imagine what
they find down there.

I bet we can. Where's
Harrigan now?

He's here.

He walks this whole length, between
here and here, every two days.

I hate to ask you this, but can you
tell us where was he walking last May?

Last May.

The J line.

Two blocks from
Madison Street Liquors.

We find a gun. We're
supposed to turn it in.

Well, we're looking for a pistol that
was dropped on the L line last May.

And you were
working there, right?

Yeah. I didn't find no pistol.

There's a lot of homeless down there.
Maybe one of them did. Is it important?

We think it is.

That's the gun that shot
William Prescott last Tuesday.

Yeah. I read that he got shot. That's
terrible. People aren't safe anymore.

Yeah. You're right.

By the way, what were you doing last
Tuesday night, if you don't mind my asking?

Me? I was home with my
kid, watching the Knicks.

What's this got to do with me?

You were calling Prescott
every couple of days.

And you two don't exactly
look like drinking buddies.

It was about my kid, Colin.
He got kicked out of school.

Prescott's got some pull,

I figured maybe he could
help me get Colin back in.

He have anything to do
with getting him kicked out?

Look, that's between me, my
kid and the school, all right?

That's the way they want it.
They? Meaning the school?

Yeah. That's the
way they do things.

I worked hard to get
Colin into Luther Chase.

If he's got a prayer
of getting back in,

I don't wanna blow it
by talking out of turn.

I gotta get back to work.
Am I arrested? Not yet.

(BELL RINGING)

We were terribly
shocked by Bill's death.

He was an outstanding parent
and a great contribution to the school.

How much of a contribution did he
make in getting Colin Harrigan expelled?

What do you mean?

Well, Colin's father called
Prescott several times.

We'd like to find out
what was going on.

Well, Bill was on the
Board of Governors.

As such, he had some input
in the decision to expel Colin.

A guy like Tom Harrigan must've
saved every penny to pay the tuition here.

He had to be a little upset
when you gave his son the boot.

Colin was on a
partial scholarship.

But, yes, Mr. Harrigan had a difficult
time accepting the Board's decision.

But I can't imagine
he'd turn violent.

What exactly did Colin do
to get himself kicked out?

Well, outside of being

an outstanding hockey
player and a diligent student,

Colin simply didn't
fit into the LCC family.

Beyond that, I can't
discuss specifics.

Well, we'd like to
discuss the specifics.

Minor children are involved,
Detective. Their parents could sue us.

Until I talk to legal counsel,

I'm afraid I can't discuss any
more of your questions. Forgive me.

Even if we tie Harrigan to the
gun, I don't see a motive here.

Look, getting his kid into that
prep school was a big deal.

And having him thrown
out's a bigger deal.

Why focus his anger on Prescott?

Maybe he was working his way
through the Board of Governors.

We don't know. The
school isn't saying.

I mean, they've got a 130-year-old
tradition of clamming up.

They must keep files. You
tried getting a search warrant?

Judge Moser turned them down.
The application was too general.

I'll talk to McCoy about
convening a grand jury.

Then we can issue a subpoena
duces tecum for the school files.

You'll have it by tomorrow.
VAN BUREN: Thanks, Claire.

In the meantime,
check Harrigan's alibi.

I was out shopping with my sister,
but Tom was home here with Colin.

How can you be so sure? 'Cause
I called home just about 8:00.

Colin had been out skating at Wolman.
I told Tom to heat up some soup for him.

Look, you got the wrong
idea about my husband.

Oh, he wasn't upset
about your son?

Of course he was.
He had it all planned.

The right prep school, hockey
scholarship to Dartmouth or Cornell.

Look, he was doing everything he
could to work things out with the LCC.

Did he ever say anything
about talking to William Prescott?

No. He just said that he was
talking to all the right people.

Did Prescott have a lot to
do with Colin getting expelled?

I don't know.

Well, maybe if you told
us what it was your son did.

Look, it doesn't matter what he
did. They didn't want him around.

He was a better athlete than
their kids, and he was smarter.

They were just looking for
an excuse to get rid of him.

Oh, what excuse did
they come up with?

Look, I don't have
to tell you anything.

I guess it's not just the
rich who look down on us.

One of them gets killed, it's
gotta be the dirty mick, right?

The way these people keep secrets,
they ought to be giving lessons to the CIA.

I mean, what did the kid do, stage
a circle jerk in the locker room?

Worse. He probably brought some
of Mom's corned beef and cabbage

to the school tea party.

Well, they live 15 minutes
from the Prescott's.

They might as well
be on a different planet.

What? Yeah.

Yeah, tell them we'll be there.

Speaking of different planets,
we're going back to LCC.

Dr. Penton informed me of the
subpoena. As legal counsel to the school,

and as the parent of a
student, I was very concerned.

Oh, we're very
concerned, too, Mr. Barclay.

I spoke to a Mr. McCoy at
the District Attorney's office,

and I assured him that we would
give you any information you want.

But because of the privacy
issue, you understand,

we can't just hand
over the school's files.

Well, you do understand, we
expect you to be completely candid.

Goes without saying.

Dr. Penton?

Colin had a terrible temper.

He fought with other students.
He talked back to the instructors...

So did I. Never got me expelled.

Three weeks ago, he
brought a firearm to school.

Apparently, it belonged to his
father. LOGAN: What kind of firearm?

Well, we never actually saw it, but
it was described as a small pistol.

Did anybody see it?

The student Colin
threatened with the gun,

Vaughn Prescott, Bill's son.

Bill was incensed.

He asked me, in my capacity as
Chairman of the Board of Governors,

to do whatever it took to have
Colin removed from the school.

I had to agree.

How many Park Avenue homes
have you torn apart over this thing?

We couldn't get a search
warrant for those, Mrs. Harrigan.

Whose coat is this?
It belongs to my son.

The kid's room's clean.
The parents' room's clean,

and there's nothing
in the kitchen.

The kid's gloves.

It was cold as hell the night of
the shooting, let's keep them.

Hey, what's going on here?
We have a warrant, Mr. Harrigan.

Warrant or no, I want
you the hell out of here!

Yeah. We were just leaving. We'd
like to take your son along with us.

We want to talk to him. You
want to talk to Colin? I go with him.

Look. I don't know what the
hell gun you're talking about.

I'm talking about the
piece you flashed around.

The one that got you
into all the trouble.

I didn't bring any
gun to school.

What'd you do? Threaten the
Prescott kid with your finger?

Look, the school
wanted me out of there,

so they made up that crap
about the gun, all right?

I know where you're coming from,
Colin, a lot more than you think.

Bunch of country club
kids dissed you, right?

Made you feel like you
were trespassing on their turf.

So you go to visit
Prescott, get a little respect.

But then things get
out of hand, right?

I was home, all night.

Your mother said you went
skating. That was before, around 7:00.

I got home in time
for the Knicks game.

Anybody see you at the rink? I
don't know. I didn't look, all right?

That's enough. He's just a
kid. He needs to go home now.

Yeah, right. Just a kid.

A kid with an
attitude and a half.

Grow up on the Upper East Side,

you get a Tiffany
spoon in your mouth.

Grow up in Inwood, you get that.

Kid with a short fuse and a
gun. Bad luck for Mr. Prescott.

Maybe bad luck for us.
No gun, no eyewitness.

And his parents say he was home.

Right. And they've got
to be telling the truth.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

Thanks.

Forensics found gunpowder
residue on the kid's right glove.

Colin Harrigan, you're under arrest
for the murder of William Prescott.

What?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

I doubt Mr. McCoy's stormtroopers
even bothered to read the search warrant.

It specified a gun,
not a pair of gloves.

Mr. Dwyer should keep
up with his own reading.

The courts allow the seizure
of any relevant evidence.

In what universe? People
v. Baker, Your Honor.

The police were
looking for a knife.

They took a blood-stained sweater
instead. The court suppressed it.

And 16 years later,
under People v. Watson,

that same sweater
would've been allowed.

Watson covers obviously incriminating
evidence found in plain view.

The gloves were neither.
JACK: In his opinion, Your Honor.

Your Honor, what makes
this search especially odious

is the fact the warrant was
predicated on false information.

Weren't the officers told your client
threatened a schoolmate with a gun?

It was a lie.

The officers had a subpoena duces
tecum to search the school files.

If they'd gotten off their duffs
and actually looked at the files,

they would've found
a copy of this letter.

It was sent three weeks ago by
the headmaster to Colin's father.

It states that it was
an unnamed student,

and not my client,
who had the gun.

Well, we're splitting
hairs here, Your Honor.

According to this, the student said
he got the gun from Colin Harrigan.

What matters is what the
headmaster told the police.

They had no reason to doubt
his word. They acted in good faith.

Mr. McCoy, my cat coughs
up sweeter smelling goop

than this search warrant.

Motion to suppress granted. They
have no other evidence, Your Honor.

You're two for two, Mr. Dwyer.
Motion to dismiss granted.

I had no idea Vaughn
had been threatened.

My husband never
said a word about it.

Dad didn't want you to worry.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I was afraid. CLAIRE:
Afraid of who?

Isn't that obvious? He's
afraid of Colin Harrigan.

We know that Colin didn't
threaten you with a gun.

It was another boy.

We wanna know his name.

Dr. Penton told me not
to discuss it with anybody.

Especially outsiders.

Vaughn, tell
Mr. McCoy who it was.

It was Barclay. Stewart Barclay.

Nathan Barclay's boy?

Oh, my God.

He roughed me up
a couple of times.

I told our third-form master.

And after that, Stewart
threatened you with the gun?

Yeah. I was afraid
to go back to school.

He and Harrigan have this gang,
five or six boys, from the hockey team.

We call them wannabes.

They want to be like Colin,
because he walks the walk.

They think he's so
cool, especially Stewart.

Stewart will do anything
to impress Harrigan.

NATHAN: It was Harrigan's gun.

The fact that it passed through
my son's hands is irrelevant.

He was the last person seen in
possession of a murder weapon, Mr. Barclay.

That strikes me as relevant.

When you were finished waving
it in Vaughn Prescott's face,

what did you do with it?

Colin ditched it. Where?

I don't know. He didn't tell me.

After he was expelled,

did you have any conversation with
him about Vaughn Prescott or his father?

No. I'm not allowed
to talk to him at all.

Stewart, once you leave here,
if I find out you've lied to me...

Don't you threaten my son.

No one, and that includes your father and
your school, will be able to protect you.

Do you understand that?

Come on, Stewart.
Mr. McCoy is finished with you.

CLAIRE: Stewart Barclay's
not just any other student.

His father's the Chairman of
the school's Board of Governors.

Not coincidentally, he's
also their legal advisor.

When we served the
school with the subpoena,

he's the one who assured
us of their full cooperation.

Instead, the school circled the limos
to keep the Barclay name out of it.

I'm shocked.

This isn't stink bombs
in the boys' room, Adam.

They hindered
prosecution of an A felony.

Now I'm very shocked.

It doesn't bother you they
might be protecting a felon?

Do you have evidence that
the Barclay kid's involved?

Didn't think so.

Harrigan's your shooter.

Don't invent conspiracies just because
these people rub you the wrong way.

If we dig into this
Harrigan-Barclay relationship,

maybe we'll find
the smoking gun.

There was no deliberate
deception, Mr. McCoy.

No one placed
themselves above the law.

What do you call
lying to the police?

But surely you don't suspect
Stewart Barclay of murder.

LCC has molded four
generations of Barclay boys.

Our students don't
grow up to be criminals.

Carrying a concealed
weapon, menacing, assault.

Some of your students
already are criminals.

Harrigan was a negative
influence on the student body,

and on Stewart in particular.

We thought expelling him
would solve the problem.

It didn't? Some parents
received phone calls,

threatening their sons
if he wasn't readmitted.

And it didn't occur to you
to report those phone calls?

I honestly believed we could
take care of it within the LCC family.

Who made these calls?

Well, we weren't
able to nail it down,

but someone thought they
recognized Stewart Barclay's voice.

It sounds like you expelled the
wrong boy. I take exception to that.

Harrigan's a social
experiment that failed.

His gutter values
contaminated the other students.

We had to weed him out.

You hear that, Claire? We've
stumbled on a nest of Social Darwinists.

Is this what you teach
them in Civics class?

It may not be fashionable,
Mr. McCoy, but it is tried and true.

I want the names of the people
who got called, all of them.

I spoke with five parents
who got phone calls.

One of them had their son
listen in on an extension.

He recognized
Stewart Barclay's voice.

He's sure it was him? Yes.

According to the police report,
two days before he was shot,

Prescott got a threatening phone
call at work from a young boy.

I wonder what else Stewart was doing
to prove what a tough little homeboy he is.

Well, helping his buddy shoot
someone would certainly qualify.

Mrs. Harrigan said her son
was skating at Wolman that night.

Find out if he
was skating pairs.

Most people, they skate
the circle. Kids like these,

they cut ice like they're on
a breakaway with Messier.

Well, I want to know
about these kids, Mr. Sosa.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember them.

They accidentally clipped one of
our young citizens from uptown.

I figured him and his three whaddups
were gonna cream these two.

But the black
kids just took off.

Maybe they had
homework to do. Right.

I figured they were coming back

with about 10 of their buddies.

So I told these two to get lost.

This one here starts mouthing
off at me. Up mine, up my mother's.

Nothing you haven't heard
before. Except for emphasis.

This little butt-wipe,
he lifts up his jersey.

He's got this gun sticking
out of his hockey pants.

That's what scared
the black kids.

What time was this?

Around 7:30. Gotta go.

BOY: Let go, man! Let go!

They're all full of it.
I didn't call anybody.

You know what?

We can pull your phone records.

We can prove you
made those calls, Stewart.

Even if he did make a
few crank calls, it hardly...

Crank calls? He made
threats, Mr. Barclay.

According to you. But I guarantee
it was Harrigan who put him up to it.

He and his father,
they're all alike.

With their Irish temper,
they lose control,

and the next thing you
know, we have a murder...

So Harrigan did it because he's a
mick? Detective Logan is a mick.

I'm a mick, sir.

And if you don't shut up, I'll lose
control and throw you out of the room!

Take that cap off. Your tough-guy
act is not going to save you.

Our witness puts you in the
park with Colin and the gun

a half an hour before
Mr. Prescott was shot.

We didn't have a gun. I swear.

LOGAN: Where did you go
after you left Wolman rink?

We went home. Where
exactly did you walk to?

I walked Colin to Columbus
Circle, then he took a subway.

The skate geek is lying.
I didn't have any gun.

And what about those black kids?
You just said, "Boo," and they took off?

I just lifted my jersey

and showed them the corner of my
hip pad, you know, on my hockey pants.

It looks like a gun butt.

That's what they saw, and
that's what the other guy saw.

Tell me exactly how you
went home from the rink.

We walked over to Columbus Circle
and then I hopped the A train to Dyckman.

That's it? You
went straight home?

Well, you had your chance.

I just finished talking to Stewart
Barclay. He has a different story.

He doesn't skip the part about
going to the Prescott house.

What specifically did he tell
you? Everything I need to know.

Stew wouldn't tell you
squat. We didn't do anything.

His statement's being
typed up as we speak.

After he signs it, you can
read it on your way to Rikers.

TOM: Wait a minute.

We wanna talk to
our lawyer in private.

You got a confession from
Barclay? JACK: Did I say that?

You certainly implied it.

There's no law against
lying to a suspect.

And you probably miss the
good old days before Miranda.

Hey, if anybody wants
to hear some of this,

I could accidentally
hit the intercom button.

That's what my old
man would've done

in the good old
days before Miranda.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Harrigan wants to make a
statement. He's aware of his rights.

I've advised him against
it, but this is what he wants.

I did it. I shot Prescott.

Mr. Harrigan, I know
what you're trying...

I don't care what
Stewart Barclay said.

I shot Prescott. He ruined
everything I worked for.

That's all fine, except for the
gunpowder on your son's gloves.

Those are my gloves.
Colin wears them sometimes.

Prescott's secretary told
me what time he gets home.

I wanted to talk
to him about Colin.

He didn't give a crap.

He said Colin had
his one chance.

He said that's the only
chance people like us deserve.

I shot him.

You don't believe me?
I'll take you to the gun.

MAN: Yeah. It's over here.

I put it in there, in a bag.

.32 Charter Arms
Undercover. That's it.

Read him his rights.

Thomas Harrigan, you're under
arrest for the murder of William Prescott.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against...

Harrigan pled guilty at his
arraignment and waived indictment.

It's all over except
for the cheering.

Look, I don't believe it. The
man's dedicated to his son.

He has every
reason to take the rap.

And every reason to shoot the man
he blames for ruining his son's future.

ADAM: Police find a
fingerprint on the gun?

A partial of Harrigan's
thumbprint on the pistol butt.

You're ignoring the possibility

that he just helped his
son get rid of the weapon.

Yes, I am, Claire,
because I'm not his attorney.

We say he's guilty. He
says he's guilty. He's guilty.

How contrite was he
at the plea negotiation?

Enough to get his sentence
reduced to 15-to-life.

The allocution's tomorrow.

Be happy, Miss Kincaid,

we're saving the taxpayers
a quarter of a million bucks.

I waited for Mr. Prescott
across the street from his house.

I wanted to talk to
him about my son.

I had a gun with me that
I carry for my protection.

Mr. Prescott drove up in a town
car. I waited for the car to drive away.

Then I crossed the
street to talk to him.

We had an argument.

He insulted me. He
insulted my family.

He turned his back on
me like I was a panhandler.

At that moment, I got angry.
I shot him twice in the back.

And then I ran away.

JUDGE BARRY: Is that
satisfactory to the People?

Just one moment, Your Honor.

What's going on?

Your Honor, we find the
allocution unsatisfactory.

My client just described, in
detail, how he shot the victim.

What else does Mr. McCoy want?

Mr. McCoy, do you wish to inquire?
Not at this moment, Your Honor.

We move for a continuance.

Your Honor, we have a deal in
place. We agreed to 15 years.

If Mr. McCoy is just
trying to up the ante...

I'm not, Your Honor. I
simply request 24 hours.

But if the defense
can't consent to this,

I will withdraw the
sentence agreement.

All right, Your Honor, then
I withdraw my objection.

Court will reconvene
at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

He said he waited for
Prescott's car to drive away.

Prescott's driver
told the police

he dropped him at the corner,
more than half a block away.

Harrigan couldn't have seen the
car. You were right. He didn't do it.

I would've rather been wrong.

Our case against the
boys is still at square one.

They had a little
gang at school?

Get their names and bring
'em in for show-and-tell.

I'm Jack McCoy.

I'm the Assistant District
Attorney for New York County.

You were invited here to talk to me
about the murder of William Prescott.

And make no mistake,
you will talk to me.

You're going to tell
me everything you know

about Colin Harrigan and Stewart
Barclay's roles in that killing.

If you don't,

if you lie,

I'll add a new word
to your vocabulary.

Conspiracy to commit murder.

You could serve as many years in prison
as you have candles on your birthday cake.

Who wants to speak first?

Detective Morel.
Start with this one.

The longer this takes, the
harder these gentlemen will push.

They don't scare me.
They can't lay a hand on us.

I don't see anybody
around here to stop them.

This isn't a rock-music
video, son. This is reality.

A man is dead, and our
patience is wearing thin.

Detective Logan? Let's you
and me have a conversation.

I give your friend 15
minutes with Detective Logan.

He will not only implicate
Harrigan and Barclay,

he might even point
the finger at some of you.

There's... You have
something to say to me?

Kelly.

Andrew Jameson.

What do you want
to tell me, Andrew?

It was all Stewart's idea.

He told Colin to bring a gun.

Three of us were gonna wear ski masks and
scare the hell out of Prescott's old man.

So you went? No.

I was scared.

Stewart gets pretty
extreme around Colin.

Any of your other friends
know about this plan?

No.

Just the three of us.

Did Stewart or Colin tell you
what happened at the Prescott's?

No.

But Stewart told me
we had to stick together.

And not to say anything.

JACK: It's over, Stewart,
even your father realizes it.

I've got you for conspiracy,
and if I eat my Wheaties,

I can get you for
second-degree murder,

and I won't care that Colin
actually pulled the trigger.

But I... NATHAN:
Stewart, be quiet.

Mr. McCoy,

what if my son testified that he saw
Colin Harrigan shoot William Prescott,

what could he expect from you?

Would he testify to that?

I'd let him plead to conspiracy
and recommend a minimum...

No, no, no. Not good enough.

He was party to the
murder of an innocent man.

What do you think is fair?

I don't have to be concerned
with that, Mr. McCoy.

Stewart will not be charged.

He will testify in closed court.
His testimony will be sealed.

And nothing will stain
his record. That's our offer.

Barclay has you by your shorts.

You can't get the Harrigan
kid without his son's testimony.

It was his son's idea to go there.
It was his idea to bring the gun.

He's got as much blood on
his hands as Colin Harrigan.

And now he gets to
go home and wash up.

And that's the prize
for blinking first.

It's not right, Adam.

Barclay thinks he can bully us,
'cause he's got money and privilege.

Not to mention that he's the
father of the only eyewitness.

Whether it's fair or not,
this time, money walks.

Well, as of now, everyone's
walking except Tom Harrigan.

That man's ready to burn
at the stake for his son.

Yep.

I'd do the same for my kid.
You'd do the same for yours.

Give Barclay what he wants.
Not unless I absolutely have to.

Even if what Stewart
Barclay says is true,

it's still uncorroborated
accomplice testimony.

It's meaningless. Colin
has nothing to worry about.

JACK: Don't believe
it, Mr. Harrigan.

If I don't hear from your son, I'll be in
front of a grand jury tomorrow morning.

By noon, Colin will be indicted
for murder. You're all talk.

Tomorrow morning, I'm
gonna finish what I started.

If you go ahead
with the allocution,

you do it without the
sentence agreement.

So what?

Then I do 25-to-life
instead of 15. I don't care.

Prescott had it coming.

The whole time
Colin was growing up,

I'd see these prep school
kids on my way to work.

They had their
blazers, their gray pants,

and this look that comes from knowing
the whole world is laid out at their feet.

That's what I wanted
for him, to be like them.

And that bastard Prescott
took it away from him.

This is so wrong, Mr. Harrigan.

I'll make any
sacrifice for Colin.

I sent Colin away to live
with my sister in Pittsburgh.

He's going to get
a second chance.

(GATE BUZZING)

JACK: As long as his
father says he did it,

Colin can always present a plausible
alternative theory for the crime.

We'd never convict him.

So, because you can't get Colin,

you won't withdraw the
charges against his father?

Some consolation prize.

I'm not about to let go of
the only leverage I have.

Leverage against whom?
Tom Harrigan? Against Colin.

His father sent him
out of the jurisdiction.

I don't believe that it was to
give him a new lease on life.

He wants to keep us away
from him. Or him away from us.

Maybe Colin's on the fence
about his father's martyrdom.

Call Judge Barry at
home about a subpoena.

I want Colin in my
office tomorrow morning.

And tell Nathan Barclay
I want his son there, too.

What's he doing here?

I wanted him to get a good look
at you before you go away for life.

Colin, you and your
mother go home right now.

JACK: Be quiet, Mr. Harrigan.

There's no plea
bargain anymore, Colin.

Your father will do
25 years, minimum.

Mr. Prescott's family will
make sure he never gets parole.

Don't listen to him! It's
a death sentence, Colin.

Do you really want
your father to die

in prison for something you did?

I know what it's like where you
grew up. I know what they say.

You do your own time
for your own crime.

It's time to be a
standup guy, Colin.

It's time to say who
shot William Prescott.

Colin.

Dad...

I'm sorry. Don't do this.

I shot him. Oh, my God.

He recognized me.

Said I wasn't good enough to
be in the same school with his kid.

Said I belonged in the
dirt and the tunnels...

with my dad.

Look, manslaughter one,
Jack. We send it to family court.

He shot a man in the back twice.

He left a widow and two kids.
This doesn't go to family court.

Jack, he's 13.

I'll consider a lesser plea.

But only if he tells
me who was with him.

Nobody. I did it myself. No!

He told me everything
that happened, Mr. McCoy.

Stewart Barclay was there!
Colin, tell him what he said to you.

He said he shouldn't take it from
Prescott. He told Colin to shoot!

Unless your son testifies to it in
court, it's hearsay. It's inadmissible.

I'm not saying anything.
Stew wasn't there.

Colin, for God's sake...
I'm not a snitch, Dad.

I don't squeal on my
friends. Your friends?

Stewart Barclay is waiting down the
hall right now, ready to sell you out.

I don't care what he
does. I do what I do.

Like you, Dad.

Not like them.

Colin, for the last
time. Don't do this!

Have an officer take
him to Central Booking.

We won't be needing your son's
testimony, Mr. Barclay. Colin confessed.

You can take Stewart home.

He's free to go.